IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

↳ on the rocks

( ON THE ROCKS )

by onemorefanaccount

Throwing the folder to the side, you release an agitated groan. Ross had promised you he would be home early tonight. He had assured you that you would both finally move forward with your wedding plans.

You and he both had such full on schedules, so much so that it seemed as though you barely crossed paths with him despite the fact you live together. Today was the first day you had had off in over a month and you just wanted to spend the day relaxing-but you knew you had to try and be productive, so you had got out all of your wedding planners and got stuck right into them.

With your schedule about to become even busier, as you were going to start the filming for a new show you had recently been casted for-you wanted to get as much done as possible.

By the time Ross arrived home, it was past dinner and you had pushed aside the wedding planners and had put in a movie.

Pressing pause, you watch as he makes his way into the room. The day had taken a toll on him and you could see he was just as exhausted as you imagined he would be.

Instead of insisting he sit down and start planning your big day like you had wanted him to do, you sigh and rise to your feet.

Ross meets you gaze and offers you an apologetic smile as you pull him into a hug. "I've missed you," you mumble, burying your face in his chest, having felt as though you hadn't had a minute to yourselves in a long time.

He takes a deep breath as he holds you tight, "I've missed you too," he whispers just as quietly. "I'm sorry," he apologises, "I know I said I'd be here...but the shoot went longer than what I thought it would."

Pulling back you lift your hand to rest on the side of his face, "It's okay," you insist, though the disappointment in your voice could be heard.

"How about I have a quick meal and then we can sit down and run through some ideas?" he suggests.

"I would really love that," you smile.

Ross leans down to kiss the top of your head, "I'll come sit down in a few," he promises before releasing you from his hold.

You return to your previous seat and instead of resuming your movie, you move the overflowing folders back onto the couch, organising the papers into categories.

The wedding party and the guest list had already been decided, the most difficult decision you were had to make was the date and venue.

Your wedding had already been pushed off so many times you had lost count. Ross wanted the ceremony to happen as soon as possible, having grown tired of waiting for so long. You on the other hand, wanted the day to be perfectly timed and not just to happen for the sake of it.

Ross joined you after he had eaten, sitting opposite you he flicks though the small display folder you had made of the venues you liked the look of. "I still want to have the ceremony outside," you tell him. "There are some really beautiful gardens," you continue.

"The seasons are changing," he comments. "The weather's getting colder and more unpredictable. We would have to wait until next year for spring or summer to return."

"Is that a problem?" you ask, confusion spreading across your face. "I thought we decided to have a spring wedding anyway."

"That was months ago when we thought we'd be getting married early this year," he replies.