The first few weeks had all been fine and well for Teddy. He had nervously proposed in the back garden of the Burrow, she had said yes, they had celebrated, and everyone was happy.
Then a few weeks later, when the elation had died down, Victoire started planning. And that was where the problem started for him.
He remembered the first time he got that twisted feeling in his gut. He had worked nights that week, and was just waking up when she got home from work. When Teddy worked nights, they'd share a mug of coffee until Teddy had to go.
He was pouring his when she abruptly asked him "Would you rather have a summer wedding or an autumn?"
He shouldn't have been as taken aback as he was. They were getting married. It was decided. But that sick feeling crept into his gut and he mumbled something about summer.
"That's what I thought. I mean, if we're gonna get married at Shell Cottage, it would make more sense,"
Teddy nodded numbly, sipping his coffee.
It wasn't as if he was afraid he didn't love her. He was one hundred and thirty seven thousand percent sure she was the one. And he was sure she felt the same way. It was just...marriage was a commitment. And Teddy hated commitments.
A/N So this is just a prolouge type thing. Obviously. I'm gonna see what kinda response I get to see if I continue. I have the first couple chapters started but I'm having a hard time with a bigger story arc and sub-plots. So please review!
