timothée chalamet imagines

planning

your pov

"I'm so excited!" I squealed.

There were binders and folders all over our dining room table. Printed pictures and fabric samples. Mock centerpieces and decorations.

"Aren't you excited?" I asked Timmy.

"Yeah." he scratched his head.

Instant mood killer.

"Seriously?" I asked annoyed.

"What?"

I rolled my eyes.

"What?" he whined.

I put down the binder I was looking at.

"Do you not want to get married?"

He looked at me as if I had just said the dumbest thing he had ever heard.

"Are you serious right now? Of course I want to marry you."

I crossed my arms. "Then why aren't you excited about planning the wedding?"

"You know planning is more of your thing than mine."

It was true.

"But I want us to do this together." I frowned.

"You know you won't like anything I pick."

Most of the time that's how things went with us, I'm a very picky person.

"How about you suggest our colors? It's an easy start and we can always change them around a bit later."

He nodded and reached for the binder. It was filled with rectangular cut outs of fabric.

"Hmm.." he scanned them "how about these?"

He pointed to "rose quartz, navy blue, and pearl grey."

"Or these?"

He pointed to "indigo blue, ivory, and serenity."

"I really like them." I grinned.

He gave me the binder back.

"Babe?" he said as I continued to study the colors again.

"Yes?" he looked at him.

His smile met mine.

"Pick anything you want okay? It's more of your day than mine, I want you to be happy with whatever ends up there on that day."

"Anything and everything that ends up there doesn't matter, just as long as I still get to marry you." I said.

And he gave me a kiss.