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(GIA'S POV)

At my desk, I don't sit with a cup filled with rum and ice cubes.

I sit with the guy that meant more than all of the galaxies.

Which is so much more powerful than some rum or any other substance to exist.

"I'm excited, we can be fancy people with cool top hats!" Zach cheers and grins while looking at me.

I grin too and say, "also with the mustaches."

He begins to scroll through the emails and clicks on an old sent one.

After he finishes reading it, he says, "oh okay, I'm sure I can be professional."

I can't help but laugh, and he breaks into laughter with me.

"Zach, I do believe you can but it's going to be so weird." I explain to him and he nods saying, "I agree."

"So while I write one out, can you explain how the whole event is going to go?" He asks while he begins to tap away on the keyboard.

"Of course." I answer and begin to think of where to begin.

"Once we get there, we have to make sure everything is set up nicely like the whole room is good to go. After that, we have to do a speech and we will write it out after the last email is sent. After the speech, it's mostly chatting with everyone. All the money collecting and setting up is done by people my dad hired, you know, the ones we emailed earlier. Once four hours have passed, we do the closing announcement also with the money we raised and yeah."

I nod to myself as I believe that I summed everything up.

"Gia, are we going to get wrinkles after everything?" He asks.

"Probably." I laugh at his question, and I mean- he has a point.

What if we do get wrinkles?

Are old people contagious?

Cooties?

"Can you read it so far? I'm not done, but it's like the outline." Zach asks me.

I begin to read what he has so far.

Once I'm done, I pretend to sniffle.

"Zach, my own boyfriend and husband, is grown up." I fake sob.

"NO, NO!" He screams, and I see him add a smiley face at the end of the email.

"I like it better like that." I nod, and he laughs and proceeds to typing.

"It is good, right?" He asks me, and I tell him, "very, in my opinion."

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Here we were, finally.

All the planning and time has finally payed off, and I'm beyond excited for Zach to experience the moments to come.

"Zach, how do you feel?" I ask him as one of the boys drive all of us to the event.

"Yeah Zach, how do you feel?" Corbyn joins in.

"Nervous, what if I like mess up all my words and throw up on someone?" Zach worries.

"Should we have brought a bucket?" Jonah asks and Zach immediately nods.

"Zach, it'll be great. You'll love it." I smile at him, hoping to assure him and get his nerves down.

Zach leans over to me and whispers, "Not as much as I love you."

"I HEARD THAT!" Jack screams.