You Never Said - Part 3 To The Producer (A Ricky Wilson Fan-fiction)

Stags, Hens and Wedding Dresses

Ricky lay in bed watching Laura as she dried herself after her shower.

"And you're sure I can't come wedding dress shopping with you?" Ricky asked for what seemed like the thousandth time. 

"You can, but we'll succumb to a life of continual bad luck."  She stopped rubbing at her wet hair. "And neither of us want that do we?" Laura sat on the edge of the bed, again rubbing at her hair. She suddenly felt two hands around her sides that pulled her back further on to the bed and on to her back. She giggled loudly as Ricky's face appeared upside-down above hers. He bent down and kissed her lips, his beard tickling her nose. Laura wriggled at the feeling.

"Am I keeping the beard for the wedding?" he asked, when he realised why she was still giggling.

"You'd better!  Or I'll have to find another bearded man to marry!"

"You won't," he argued, rubbing his beard on her cheek again, before once again meeting his lips with his. He turned so he lay by her side, their mouths as one. Laura melted under his touch.

"I have to get ready Ricky,"  Laura protested as Ricky's kisses moved down her body. "Ricky! I'm meeting Katie at ten o'clock." But he still didn't stop.

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Laura had to run the last part of journey through Belize Park. She was already quarter of an hour late and she didn't really want to explain that she was late as Ricky had turned her on so much she'd given in. Taking another shower with him hadn't helped her much either.

Katie was stood outside the bridal shop when she arrived. She tapped at her watch. "What time do you call this young lady? Just because you've got a sexy man in your bed, it doesn't give you the right to be late."

"You think he's sexy do you?"  Laura teased her friend.

"Yes, me and every other housewife with a pulse! Now get in there now. You've only got ten weeks to the wedding as it is."

Laura knew this fact was going to be a problem when wedding dress shopping.  She had phoned around many shops in London and the one they were visiting today seemed the most accommodating.

Laura tried on dress after dress. Katie even tried a few on, just incase she ever thought of leaving Tom and starting over again. It was just as they thought they had exhausted every option that the assistant remembered something that might just fit the bill.

As soon as the plastic covering was removed from the dress, Laura knew it was the one.

"This is a fluted chapel length gown made of French trefle lace," the assistant told Laura,  helping her into the gown. "It would need some alterations, but not too much. We could get it done in time for your big day. There!" she smoothed the dress down and Laura turned to look in the mirror. She gasped at her own reflection and not saying a word, left the changing room to reveal herself to Katie.

"Oh my Laura." Katie's hands went to her mouth. "You look absolutely stunning."

"I think this is the one," Laura announced tentatively, swishing the dress from one side to the other. "No,  I know this is the one."

Laura and Katie had found a cafe to have lunch in. Ricky was due to meet them, but was running a little late himself. They didn't mind. It gave them time to run through the 'Things to do' list, that to Laura seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter.

Since booking Durby Hall the same afternoon they had visited it, it had been all systems go. Everyone had questioned why the short notice; a few older relatives of Ricky's even asking if Laura was pregnant.