"That's the story on how I almost broke osrics nose... Sorry buddy." I blush. Conventions are great everybody always gets so excited and it makes me happy seeing everybody happy and misha gets in this crazy mood where its sex and tea. But for me sex and coffee. Which is great because holy shit when misha is turned on in hotels its nothing like at home. Sure he gets handsy at home but here he will rub me down during lunch with everybody at the table and he rocks his hips in a certain way onstage making sire im watching and then when we get to the hotel he rides me so hard. Its the best thing I've ever seen. But... He's not that way this time he's worried and pacing staying up until 4 in the morning and drinking too much tea. When I ask what's wrong he replies with "nothing." I know he's lying so in trying my best to get him to settle down. Random surprises like tea and his favorite food. I almost got him to spill it. "Oh and uhm.. Here is a very exciting announcement." I grin biting my lip.
"Your married?!" Somebody scream.
"No. We actually have a save the date card and uh.. Well we wanted you all to be part of it so we are hiring a few of our friends to tweet pictures and videos and everything that happens st our wedding." I link hands with misha.
"Its going to be exciting hopefully. The main ones we want catched is the I do parts and cake and our first dance but our photographer said we can't have to many people taking pictures." Misha says.
"Yeah we're still doing it. But things might be a bit delayed. But make sure you have your phones on you December 12th."
"Ok we gotta go." Misha waves. We walk off stage. "Three months." Misha sighs.
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I pull my jeans off and toss them to the dirty pile and watch as misha walks out of the bathroom clean with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "So I was thinking we could go to chili's with jared tonight and anybody else who wants to-"
"You're not over thinking marrying me...are you?" I ask quickly. Misha's face freezes. "You are.."
"No no... I mean yes but not-ah." He stops for a minute. "I am.. But only because I am so afraid of commitment. But then I realize why I love you and I settle down."
"Why do you love me? You think about leaving a lot.."
"I love you for your humor and how you tell a joke 20 times in a row and I love you for how you rake hours to fix your hair in the morning and how your arms fit around me perfectly.. I'm not gonna leave Jens... I promise." He steps over to me.
"You seem so... I don't know..?"
"Stressed? Upset? Worried?"
"Yeah."
"Because the wedding is three months-"
"Can you stop calling it the wedding and start calling it our wedding?" I snap.
"I'm sorry.. Our wedding is in a few months and I'm always expecting a phone call saying something went wrong or for us to get in a huge fight and end it.. I'm scared." He moves between my legs and rests his hands on my shoulders. "But waking up to you-" he breaths. "And those amazing green eyes and arms around me and lips ready to welcome me into another day with you... Fix everything. Throws out every doubt or bad thought I had and replaced it with...day dreaming of seeing you standing there holding my hands and us dancing to our favorite songs and everyone clinking there knifes against glasses making us kiss... I love you jensen and don't look far into my freak outs please?"
"You promise they're nothing?"
"I promise." He leans down and paces a soft kiss on my lips.
