Since We Have Fallen In Love... [Garrance AU] {Book 2} (Completed)

Chapter 10: We're Getting Married

A/N- Once you get to the end of the chapter, read the author's note! It's very important. Thank you. ❤

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*Laurance's POV*

Garroth was standing in front of his dad, somewhat dazed. To be honest, he was probably having an internal battle with himself. I get that a lot.

Like, a lot.

Yeah...

Zianna let go of me, putting her hands upon my shoulders. She looked up at me, a sly smirk on her face. Oh dear Irene, what is she thinking about?

"So, Zianna, it's been quite a while."

I smiled down at my future mother-in-law. Yup, I'm confident enough to call her that. Maybe not confident enough yet, to call Garte my future father-in-law. Because, to be completely honest, he still scares me.

I know that we have made amends and all. But, it feels all too good to be true. I know Garroth is getting that same feeling, as well. He has that look about him. Why can't our lives just be normal?! Why do we have to worry all the time, about things going wrong?!

"Yes, it has Laurance. I missed you, and my GarGar, and my other boys- ZuZu and Pea, too much. It's great to see you, again," Zianna let go of my shoulders, still holding her smirk. "So, where are the wedding invitations?"

My eyes widened at her statement, and I stared at her blankly. What is with women in our families, and being psychics when it comes to marriage?! I swear... First Cadenza, now Zianna?! My Irene...

"U-uh...well..." I stammered, looking around the room. "Garroth, why don't you let your father in, and we all have a seat in the living room, huh?"

Garroth looked over at me- his face somewhat pale. He bit his lip, hastily nodding. Gesturing his dad inside, we all took seats on the couch and chairs. Garroth sat beside me, holding on tightly to my hand.

"So, boys, what is your reasoning behind asking us here?" Garte's gruff voice huffed.

No wonder Garroth was nervous. Garte is a scary guy to deal with, even if he means no ill intentions.

"Laurance..," Garroth's voice was shaky, as he looked up at me. "...he will u-uh... He'll...tell you."

Of course you would put all of this pressure on me, Garroth.

"Well?" Zianna leaned forward in her seat, holding her hands together.

Irene, how do I put this?

"Mr. and Mrs. Ro'Meave... Your son and I..." I took in a small breath, attempting to release my nerves. "...We're engaged- and we're getting married."

The room was silent.

Oh dear Irene, I screwed up, haven't I?

...

That was, until the sound of clapping filled the room- Zianna's. Followed shortly by Garte's, which were slower- but still genuine, nonetheless. They both had giddy smiles on, which was surprising coming from Garroth's dad.