Stephew One Shots (MatPat x Stephanie)

Something Old, Something New...

A/N: This is written as part of Six-and-a-half-dollar-man's Year of Theory prompts, which is something Sixer created on Tumblr as a monthly theorist prompt thing. January's prompt was "Something New" and this is what I created in response:

She stared down at her notes surrounding a simple poem. Matthew was so funny insisting they had to follow this old tradition, but then again, there was something sweet about it.

Something Old,

Something New,

Something Borrowed,

Something Blue.

Her parents had already fulfilled the something old and something borrowed requirements in lending her a pearl jewellery set. She glanced over to where the box sat amongst all the clutter and smiled to herself. Multiple generations of brides in her family had worn these pearls on their wedding day, so it was an honour for her to be the next.

For something blue ideas, she had turned to the internet, which was quick to suggest simply including it in her garter, which was convenient as then it's wouldn't interfere with the cheery yellow of the sunflowers they had chosen as their featured flower.

But next to something new she had a blank space. Sure, her wedding dress was new, as would be her wedding ring, but those felt kind of like cheating.

She sighed, setting the poem aside to look over other preparations they had to make for the day. There was the scribble covered nightmare that was the seating arrangement for their reception, and endless budgeting calculations on another handful of papers. Somehow, this whole wedding thing seemed more trouble than it was worth. Although, looking at the calculations it was worth quite a lot...

"What's up darling?" Matthew asked, jolting her out of her wedding stress induced trance.

"Nothing, nothing," she replied, shuffling the papers back into their neat piles. "Just the usual wedding planning overthinking."

He gasped dramatically, "You were planning without me?!"

She laughed at his over-the-top performance, "Calm down, I was just going over our ideas so far. It's about as interesting as proof reading an assignment."

"I'll have you know our wedding is far more interesting than that!" He said, crossing his arms.

"Obviously it will be, but the planning," she made a face clearly portraying the level of 'not so much fun' she had been feeling for the last hour or so.

"Well, if you ever want someone to proof read with you, I'm your man," he said leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes you are, and almost in a binding legal way too," Steph beamed up at him with a cheeky glint in her eye.

"I'll be happy to be forever tied to a wonderful woman like you, honey," he replied, and she almost rolled her eyes at the cheesiness of his words.

"Geez, someone had too much cheese on his pizza last night."

"Oh, that reminds me, we're still on for dinner with my parents this weekend right? I mean, they've come all this way I just wanted to check you didn't have any last minute work or anything popping up-"

"Of course we're still having dinner with your parents! I love them so much, it'll be great to catch up," She interrupted with a smile, but internally she was slightly dreading the unending wedding talk that would undoubtedly happen on Saturday evening. It felt like everyone she saw only wanted to talk about the wedding, and quite frankly it was starting to get on her nerves. Well, more like trample her nerves with more force than the stampede in The Lion King. She just wanted for their wedding to be a wonderful day for everyone, and so constantly being asked about all the things she hadn't planned yet was beginning to stress her out.