Brett and Eddy: One Shot Imagines

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[blurb: Eddy wants to compose a piece to be played on his and Brett's wedding day.]

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Eddy P.O.V.

"I'll be back in a few." Brett said, leaning in to kiss me.

I pull him in, holding his nape. The kiss is slow and desperate at the same time. My lame attempt to convince him not to go.

He slowly pulls away, taking my hand so I wasn't holding him anymore, "I promise it won't take long. I just want to make sure the fit of my suit is perfect. And I still need to pick up my shoes."

I press my forehead on his, "Be quick. I hate being away from you. Why can't I come with you anyway?"

He pulled away and kissed my forehead, "I want it to be a surprise. I don't ask to see your suit, do I?"

I drag out a sigh before moving away from him, resting my back on the headboard of our bed. "Fine. I guess that's fair. I'll see you later then."

He stands up and moves closer. He cups my cheek and gives me a quick peck on the lips, "See you later." He kisses my cheek before letting go, "I love you."

I watch him walk away and think about what I can do while he's gone. I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I draw hot water and wait for the tub to be filled up. I drop two bath bombs in before turning off the water and dipping in.

My eyes slowly close on their own as my whole body relaxed in the water.

Brett proposed to me on our ten year anniversary. Seven months after the proposal, his mum excitedly announced that we could get married sooner than we had hoped. The date she named gave us a little over five months to prepare. The planning's been insane and hectic, but we managed to survive. We are to get married in two weeks.

I've bought a lot of gift items to give to him on our wedding day. But I still feel like something's missing. Sure, I bought him some of the stuff he asked for, but I want something a little more personal and meaningful.

My mum and sister took care of the wedding reception, so I was kept updated about every little thing. Apparently, they managed to book the grandest hall of the new hotel that was just a few blocks from where Brett and I live. They excitedly told me about all the great people who offered to play at our reception, but we had to choose only a few.

There's going to be a piano onstage, and at some point in the night, Brett and I would have to perform. We've been practicing a duet - Beau Soir on the violin, Clair de Lune on the piano. With the help of our good friend, Jordon He, we were able to make the duet sound like they were meant to played together.

Everything should be fine, but I just can't help but feel like I should do more.

I get out of the tub, put on a bathrobe and head back to our bedroom. I put on boxers and a sweatshirt. On my way to our office, I stop by the bathroom to drain the tub - Brett hates it when I don't drain the tub right after I use it.

I sit on the piano stool and start to play Clair de Lune. I try to imagine Brett playing Beau Soir with me. I try to imagine him here, watching me while also keen on making sure he doesn't mess anything up. I continue playing until an idea suddenly popped into my mind, distracting me from finishing the piece.

I can't believe I'm only now just thinking about this. Compose a piece for Brett! That should have been the obvious choice from the start. I smack my forehead repeatedly until I feel stupid for hitting myself so much.

I stand and go pick up my violin. I check if it's in tune and I start to play random scales. Should I compose something on the violin? Our whole relationship was founded on the violin, after all. Sure I could compose on the piano, but that wouldn't be much of a surprise.