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[35] Planning

"Cynthia, c'mere!" Bruce called for me from the other room. I set my book down and walked into the TV room. He was sitting in the big chair that was by the movie display, and he motioned for me to come closer. I did, and he reached for my hand, pulling me onto his lap. 

"What's this all about darling?" I asked, and he kissed my cheek.

"I wanted to talk with you." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist, holding me closer. I snuggled against him, and he smiled a bit. Marie was off with Steve and Blossom for the day, giving us time with each other. Blossom was a sweetheart, and she really was great with kids, like Steve had mentioned about a week ago.

"About what?" I asked, and he twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. 

"About our wedding." He said, and I smiled. To be honest, I haven't even thought of the wedding until he brought it up.

"Okay, where do we begin?" I asked, completely clueless about a wedding. 

"We start with when, where, who, with what, and other." Bruce said, and I couldn't help but laugh. He was so adorable when he wanted to be. I kissed his forehead and played with his hair, making him chuckle softly.

"We should write this down, so we don't forget." He said, looking up at me, and I nodded. I got up slowly and went into the kitchen, grabbed the notepad my father kept beside the phone, a pen, and went back to Bruce. I sat on the couch across from the chair, and Bruce pouted, but I waved it off. He smiled at me and moved to sit next to me, and he wrapped his arm around me.

"Okay, first off, when do we want to have it?" Bruce asked, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"How about the spring? Since we agreed on something small, it won't take that long. We could have it in late April, early May." Bruce offered. 

"Oh, that's a great idea. No wonder you're the smart one." I smiled, and he played with my hair as he kissed my cheek. 

"You're smart, too. Beautiful, talented, smart, sweet, shall I go on? The list is endless." He whispered, and I blushed lightly. I coughed and wrote down what he said, and he squeezed my shoulder.

"Now, where will we have it?" He asked, and I tapped my chin in thought.

"Well, we said small. Maybe like a small church gathering?" I asked, and Bruce nodded.

"Sounds good. Now, who do we want to invite?" He asked, and I looked at him with one of those are-you-kidding-me expressions. He tried to copy it, but he started laughing instead, which made me laugh with him.

"Well? Who are we inviting?" Bruce asked, and I shook my head with a smile.

"Well, duh, my dad, Tony, Steve, Clint, Nat, Blossom, McKenna if she isn't bar tending, and Maria, if we're inviting her sister." I wrote down each name under my 'Who' heading on the paper, and Bruce smiled at me, with that cute goofy smile of his.

"What, Marie isn't invited?" He teased.

"She'll already be there, you adorable dolt." I said, and he hugged me close.

"I'm just messing with you baby. Now, what's next?"

***

We had spent at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half getting a rough draft of our plans before we decided to make lunch together. We were sitting next to each other as we ate, and occasionally, we would bump each other's arm, making us miss our mouths completely.

"Hey, dude, not cool." I giggled, wiping mustard off of my cheek with my napkin.

"Payback. You started it, getting that turkey, erm, juice on my cheek and chin." He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Let me get things straight. When I knocked your arm the first time, that was an accident." I said, and he smiled.

"Sure it was." He teased me, and we finished our lunch. I went to take a sip of my drink, keeping an eye on Bruce, and he chuckled.

"You don't trust me now, do you?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"Not around food, or liquid, that is coming in close contact with my facial area and or person." I smiled, and he laughed.

"You are so adorable, you know that?" Bruce asked, and I shrugged.

"I guess I do now." I leaned over and kissed his cheek, and he smiled at me. I set my head on his shoulder, and he glanced down at me. I looked up at him, and he gently kissed my forehead. I giggled softly, and he grinned. We heard the front door open and shut, and we heard little footsteps come running in. 

"Mommy, Daddy! I'm home!" Marie giggled. She ran over to us and climbed onto my lap, and I smiled. Steve looked in and saw us, and he smiled. Marie waved him over, and he stepped into the room with Blossom. Marie giggled when she saw them holding hands, and I saw Steve blush a little bit. He carefully put their hands in his light jacket's pocket, and Marie covered her mouth to mask her giggles.

"Thanks so much for watching her Steve." Bruce smiled, and Steve nodded.

"It was no trouble. I think we might have enjoyed it more than Marie did." Steve chuckled, and Blossom kissed his cheek.

"Well, we've got to go. It's date night tonight. If she ever needs a sitter, don't hesitate to ask us." Blossom smiled, and with a little wave, they left. 

"So Marie, what did you do with Uncle Steve and Aunt Blossom?" I asked her, and she smiled.

"We went to the park and I got to feed the ducks that were in the pond. And Uncle Steve brought his sketch book, and he showed some of his drawings. He drew a picture of Aunt Blossom, and it was really pretty. I had an awesome time." Marie giggled, and I scooped her up in a hug. 

"I remember Blossom saying something about wanting kids. I have to be careful, or she may take you from us." I smiled, and Marie threw her little arms around my neck and hugged me back.

"I'm never leaving you and daddy. Not even for Aunt Blossom and Uncle Steve." She said happily. I looked over at Bruce and smiled, and he smiled back at me. Bruce got up, walked over to us, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He kissed my cheek, and I grinned. This was my crazy as anything family, and I wouldn't have it any other way. 

~~~~{A/N}~~~~

Hello everyone! I just want to apologize for not updating this in forever. I have major writer's block for this story, to be honest. But, I'll be trying to keep up witht his, as well as my Steve Rogers story, Bucky Barnes story, Preferences, and One Shots.