Prenuptial Dis-Agreement.
This will have six chapters that I hope to get up in the next few days, each chapter will explore the latest difficulties in their wedding arrangements and finish with the wedding, each chapter will also be about 1000 words long. So...enjoy.
Boyd and Grace - romance
Rating - M - not sure where it's heading rating wise.
Disclaimer - I Own Nothing
Complication Number one - The Ceremony
So everything is going good, they're together, and life is sweet, until he proposes, then it all gets a bit complicated.
The sight of Boyd stomping around her bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of trunks is a sight she'll never grow tired of, she tries desperately to hide the smile that is threatening to spread across her face, but the look on his face is telling her she's failed.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm not laughing, it's just, well, it's just, it's really difficult to be serious with you, when you're dressed like that."
"I'm not dressed like anything." He said, looking down at himself.
"That's exactly my point."
"Are you looking at my…"
She burst out laughing before speaking, "no I'm bloody not. I just meant you walking around in your underwear makes it hard…."
He raises his eyebrows at her, "well it makes it hard for me if you walk around in your underwear."
"We're supposed to be having a serious conversation."
"Would you like to try?"
"Try what?"
"Walking around in your underwear."
"No, I thought we were talking about the wedding."
"I thought we had talked about the wedding."
"Yes, but we haven't come to any decisions." He climbed into bed next to her and turned out the lights, his lips immediately finding her neck, whilst his hand sought out her body. "I want to get married in a church Peter."
"I don't, I think we should go to a registry office." He said the words in between kissing her, his breathing increasing as his hands stroked and touched any part of her body he could get hold of.
"Marriage to me involves the church, I don't see the point in a registry office marriage, I want to get married in the eyes of god."
"Surely it will be in the eyes of god regardless of where the ceremony takes place."
"No it won't."
"Grace, I am trying my best to seduce you here, could you cooperate just a little bit."
"No I'm sorry but I can't, I want to get this sorted Peter."
He rolled away from her and lay on his back, sighing heavily. "Could we not talk about this in the morning, or at least after we've…."
"No, we can't. I don't know why you asked me if it doesn't mean anything to you." She said, interrupting him mid-sentence.
"I asked you because I love you, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I'd like it to be as man and wife, I know it's an old fashioned idea these days, but I want us to be married."
"But if you're happy with the old fashioned idea of us being man and wife, why can't you be happy with the idea of having the ceremony in a church."
"Because…because I don't believe Grace, I lost my faith a long time ago, I'm not even sure I ever really had any faith, and going into a church and standing in front of a man in a dog collar to make my vows would just make me a hypocrite."
"Even if standing in that church would mean the world to me, more than that, it would mean everything."
"I don't get it, you're not particularly religious. You don't go to church, except at Christmas and Easter, so why does it mean so much to you."
"It just does, I was raised a catholic, you know that."
"Yeah, raised a catholic, you always say you used to be a catholic."
"Just because I don't go to church every Sunday, it doesn't mean I don't believe in God, my faith is still very important to me, it's just something I prefer to follow in my own way. I believe god hears me no matter where I am, so going to church is not something I choose to do. But that said, I have always believed that if I got married it would be in a church, and I don't want to compromise on that. To me, marriage is a more than just a commitment to each other; it's something that should be done in a church, in the eyes of god."
"But it means nothing to me."
"Then what difference does it make?"
"It's a principal, what sort of person would it make me if I stood in a church and made a commitment to love you in the eyes of the church and in the presence of god, if it means nothing to me. Surely you can understand that."
"Peter, I'm sorry, but I can't marry you in a registry office."
"Can't or won't?"
"Either, both. If you mean it, about wanting us to be married, if old fashioned values and ideas mean that much to you, then you should understand how I feel about the ceremony, to me it would mean nothing unless it was performed in a church."
"What if the priest won't marry us, if I say I don't believe in god he'll probably refuse to marry us in church."
"Then we'll stay as we are, living in sin, which by the way I am very happy to do, you're the one who wants to make it legal."
"Legal in the eyes of the law, not in the eyes of god."
"Well the balls in your court let me know what you decide."
"Do I have a choice?"
"That depends on whether you really want to get married or not."
"You know bloody well I do."
"Then you know the answer."
"I don't stand a chance with you, do I?"
"What does that mean?"
"It means, Doctor Foley." He rolled on to his side and again put his hands on her waist, "that you have me wrapped around your little finger, and you bloody well know it."
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"Really." He said tickling her sides as he spoke.
"Yes, really!" She said wriggling to get away from him.
"You win, we'll get married in church, now can we please carry on from where we started?"
"From where you started."
"Don't split hairs, come here." He once again buried his face into her neck, the feel of his bristly beard tickling her skin, not that she complained.
TBC
