Wayhaught: Red Dead Redemption - part two

09: I'll push... my fist into your face...

a.n: 

Sorry this is late, I'm super busy atm - I'm moving back to Uni soon into my new house, but I hope I'll be able to get the next chapter up Monday!

A lot happens in this one soooo brace yourself.

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in this chapter...

Do you believe in bad omens?
Waverly Earp does.

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"Nic! Nicole! Stop! What are you doing? Don't touch that!" She only had to blink for a second before Waverly was beside her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them at her sides roughly.

With wide eyes, Nicole tilted her head to look at her fiancé, her hands flexing under Waverly's tight grip. She wet her lips slightly, shivering at how adorably dishevelled Waverly looked with her hair in a messy bun, loose and disrupted from sleep; Nicole's pyjama shirt hung comically large against her tiny frame. The bunny slippers just made the look, with Waverly's slender, toned legs ending in huge pink fluffy slippers with bunny ears, causing Nicole to take her bottom lip between her teeth, forgetting for a moment that Waverly had practically pinned her down in their living room before she'd even had her morning coffee.

"Touch what? I was just going to open the blinds?" Nicole asked, wriggling her hands a little bit to silently ask Waverly to loosen her grip which the smaller girl instantly did, resting her hands on her hips instead. The soft fabric of Nicole's oversized ice hockey jersey bunching around them.

"The boards, you can't touch the boards." Waverly raised one hand, gesturing behind Nicole to the myriad of boards and diagrams standing on her old art stands and pinned to the wall.

"I wasn't going to, I was just-"

"If you knock them I have to start all over again!" Nicole turned her head to look over her shoulder at the boards briefly; they looked exactly the same as they had a few days ago when Waverly had last presented them to her. Mood boards for colours, flowers, meal ideas, cocktail names, music choices, seating plans, decoration, dress ideas were all pinned with strings connecting some and a colour coded system, which gave Nicole a headache, ranking best to worst options.

Nicole remembered lying on the couch five months ago when Waverly had stumbled through the front door, dragging cardboard through the house before tripping over Whiskey as she hoisted the stands from the garden shed. She remembered sitting cross legged on the living room floor, covering the boards in white paper and cutting up pictures Waverly had brought home from the office. She sat there until the early hours of the morning whilst Waverly excitedly spread everything around on the floor, humming happily. She wanted to prove she cared and was excited, but had absolutely no idea how Waverly's key and plan worked, so instead had offered to help with the more artistic and physical stuff and leave the arrangement to her fiancé. Since then the boards had expanded each week, Waverly adding new photos and switching out other ones, new phone numbers and pricing plans finding their way onto the walls and new boards being added alongside other ones. As much as Nicole wanted to complain that it was now taking up half of the room, the colourful blush on Waverly's cheeks as she animatedly spoke about them and the delicacy of her hands as she treated the boards like works of art, melted the redhead. She was convinced she would let Waverly leave the boards there for the rest of their lives if she got to keep watching the vision that was Waverly Earp planning their wedding.

Waverly continued, stepping past Nicole, her hands dancing lightly in front of them, her eyes sparkling with a combination of pride, excitement and exhaustion. "The seating plan is all in perfect order and the colours are grouped here and I've already started contacting people about food and decorations and-"