They planned for a year.
There were arguments and debates over every little detail, but they eventually agreed on everything. Or compromised at least, because why did they really need ten thousand peonies, Jennie? A thousand would be enough. And why did they need to invite everyone they knew, Lisa? The whole office didn't need to come. But eventually, it was all planned, and dresses were picked, venues were rented and chefs were hired.
It was a busy year, but looking back on things it had been a good one. If it wasn't for the little scar on Lisa's abdomen from the scrap of metal that had pierced her side, it would be impossible to know what she'd been through. That year had been full of small steps of recovery, and then big ones, until she slept through the night almost every night, and she slammed a cupboard shut without wincing as a flashback came on. Jennie learnt to relax during that time, because Lisa wasn't going anywhere anymore, and she was safe, and better than ever.
The first big change was Lisa going to work with Chaerin. It started once a week, because Jennie had suggested that instead of Chaerin coming to therapy in National City, they should move it to Metropolis. They spent their Thursday's catching an early flight into the city, and Lisa would work with her mom all day, until it was time for therapy and dinner. It was a good arrangement at the beginning, and soon enough, Lisa found herself catching more flights to Metropolis – even when Jennie decided that she didn't need to go to therapy with her mom anymore.
The next came when Rosé and Jisoo got married. It was a quick affair with both of them deciding that they couldn't wait any longer, and why did they need a big wedding anyway? With a phone call one afternoon to tell Lisa and Jennie they were getting married tonight, Jennie quickly arranged as much as possible. It was conveniently planned so that Yuri was in town, and the five of them made their way to the registry office, and watched as Rosé and Jisoo said their vows and slipped rings onto each other's fingers. Not that she needed it, but it reinforced Jennie's decision to marry Lisa even more; she wanted that piece of paper and the ring and the smile full of love and joy as they were pronounced wife and wife. Then they moved to Metropolis, getting a head start on Jennie and Lisa's move, and Jennie helped them find a comfortable apartment in the city, and a good buyer for their old apartment – they didn't need to know that she was the buyer.
As their own wedding neared, boxes started piling up in their apartment too, ready for their own move to Metropolis. Chaerin had backed up her personal belongings and moved to one of the family's city homes, leaving the estate ready for the two of them when they got married, as promised. A few weeks before the set date, the only thing left for Jennie and Lisa to do was get married.
And the day soon came.
They were having the wedding in France, like Jennie had first suggested. In the south, so the weather would be nice and the countryside beautiful as it flowered for the summer. Both of their families came with them, along with their closest friends, making it a small, private affair. It was just perfect though, and they spent the week leading up to the wedding drinking the best wine in the region, and relaxing. Jennie and Lisa were a little bit stressed about the perfect day, but at the end of the day, it would be perfect either way. They were together, safe and happy, and they would be married by the end of it.
Still, as Jennie and Lisa sat alone on their balcony the night before, there was a flutter of nerves in both of their stomachs.
Lisa quietly laughed, lifting her head up off Jennie's chest as she looked up from the small twinkling lights in the surrounding village. "Your heart just sped up, what are you thinking about?"
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FanfictionBy a chance encounter, Jennie meets Lisa, a soldier home on leave as she waits for her next deployment, at a local coffee shop one afternoon. As they start talking, Jennie feels drawn to Lisa; there's something about her warmth and openness that fil...