Love Never Felt So Good: A Story of Stormfette

Chapter 8: Planning the Big Day

Smurfstorm's POV

It took us about six or seven months to build our new home in the forest. We wanted it ready for us when we got married and started living together. We chopped up logs, cemented some stone, and made sure to shingle the roof and add in gutters.

When it was finished, me and Smurfette both looked at the finished result. It was a two story mushroom house, with a few bedrooms and bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a patio for outdoor fun.

"It's perfect!" Smurfette said as we walked through the new house.

"Yep, not too shabby," I said, admiring the wooden texture on the inside.

As I felt around, I saw that one of the logs had a heart with the words Stormfette 4-Ever carved into it. I looked at Smurfette, who had a wide smile on her face.

"You love it?" she asked.

"Not as much as I love you!" I said, giving her a great big kiss.

Later on, I found myself reading a fairy tale to her while we were cuddling on the couch. She just laid there next to me as I went on, telling the tale of a princess who ran away with a brave warrior she loves, away from her horrible and controlling family.

"...and the two eventually settled down and had a lovely little family," I told them, "and their days were merry and their future was bright."

"Sounds a bit cliché-ish, don't you think?" Smurfette asked me.

"Maybe," I said, "but I think we would make nice parents."

"Yeah, I even have a name for our little delivery...Smurfrose."

I gasped at the name, I loved it! It was perfect!

"That's a wonderful name!" I said, giving Smurfette a squeeze, "Oh, I can't wait"

"Me, too sweetie," she said, hugging me tenderly.

The wedding itself was going well. We had found a venue with a elven wedding minister named Michael Roberts, who lived in a nearby town where we built our forest house. After we got to know him and his family, he said he would be happy to help plan the ceremony.

"You two are really great for each other!" Michael said as he led us to the venue.

The place was outdoors with rows of gardens, a good wave of the sun, and an arch overhead that was in pretty decent shape.

"This'll do perfectly," I said, my hand on Smurfette's shoulder.

"Good, I just hope the other Smurfs get to see it," he said, joyful.

We both looked at each other, already knowing the answer to that question. Michael saw it and already regretted asking.

"They're not coming?" he asked.

"They don't even know where we are," Smurfette said, "we had to leave."

"Yeah, they didn't take it well," I added.

"Oh, I see," Michael said, solemnly, "well, can I tell you just a little something?"

"Sure," we both said.

"Try to at least make peace with them before taking this next step. It's better to try and get them to understand than to avoid confronting the thing you both fear."

"You sure?" Smurfette asked.

"I'm sure they'll understand if you speak from the heart," Mike said with a smile on his face.

Smurfette and I both looked at each other, then at Mike. He had a point.

"Thanks, man," I said, nodding.

"Don't mention it," Michael said, "it's what friends are for."

Later on that day, we headed back to our house. The wedding was now six months away and we were both excited and anxious for it. All that time we still wondered if Mike was right. It would be helpful if we tried to make peace with Papa, Willow and the others. Yet, they might need some time for this to set in.

"You think he's right?" Smurfette asked me, "he has a point."

"I know, honey," I told her, holding her close, "but you saw how they reacted. We can't take that chance."

"I just wish it would be alright, that we'd be together forever," she said softly.

I looked at her, a soft glow in her eyes. I could tell she was worried, so was I. But I did my best to comfort her.

"It will be, I promise," I told her.

We kissed and caressed each other for a long time until we went inside the house. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to live to regret that action when I saw both Papa and Willow there, with Papa looking extremely angry.

We both just stood there, awkwardly silent for a moment, before Papa said only a few words.

"Girls...you're in a heap of trouble."