I roll over slowly.
"Nik," I call out through the darkness.
"Yes," I hear hima answer on my other side.
I turn around and see him laying next to me with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. I lay my head on his chest and wrap my legs around his.
He strokes my hair softly. "Do you think we should have a big wedding or small wedding," he asks.
"A small one, with just your family, mine are...yeah," I say.
He kisses the top of my head. "At the church, a normal traditional wedding. Lots of white and a honeymoon in The Virgin Islands," he says.
I giggle, "or we could stay here and have fun," I say.
"No, we're going somewhere exotic so you can relax," he says and rub circles in my lower back.
"So we can relax," I correct him.
"Sure," he says and I can tell he's smiling.
"What time is it," I ask.
He pauses for a minute and then he answers, "9:48 in the morning."
I hum and snuggle closer into him.
"We have to get up and make preparations for the wedding," he says and laughs.
"Fine," I say and sit up.
"You want to take a shower," he asks and I nod.
He smiles and we both go straight to the bathroom. As soon as we finish showering Nik has me against the bathroom wall kissing my neck and shoulders.
I giggle a little and then he kisses my lips.
"I can't believe you're actually going to marry me," he says against my lips.
"Why wouldn't I, you're perfect," I answer.
"No, you're perfect," he says and kisses me again.
I smile in the kiss and he breaks the kiss.
"You're beautiful," he says softly.
I blush wildly, "stop it Nik, you're making me blush like a mad woman," I say and he smirks.
He laces his hands with mine and kisses my cheek. Thank god for the towels around our bodies.
"Okay, can we get dressed now," I laugh.
We both go back to the bedroom and get dressed. I wear dark jeans, a grey, red, and white longed sleeved sweater, and grey boots. Nik, as always, is wearing all black. I smile, realizing that's the reason why I went out with him in the first place, he looks like a bad boy.
I sit on the bed and brush through my damp black hair.
"Where's Rebekah," I ask.
"She, uh, decided to stay in New Orleans," Nik says.
"Why," I ask and set the brush down.
"To mourn...her lost cat," he says with his back turned.
"I never knew she had a cat," I say and continue to brush my hair.
When I'm done brushing my hair, I put on red lipstick. Nik decides to kiss me right after, making me laugh when he gets most of it all over his lips.
He wipes his lips and we walk out the house.
We take the car into town and go to the nearest bridal shop.
"Hello, how may I help you," says a blond woman with a fake smile.
