I don't own Newsroom or Mac and Will. Pure fluff. Review and enjoy xx
Our Song
It's exactly a week until the McAvoy-McHale wedding and almost every preparation has been made. There's a date set and invites have been sent out, RSVP's returned. They have hand picked out flower arrangements and plate setting and everything is perfection (just like the couple themselves). They've organised everything but one minor detail.
"I can't find a song," Mac tells her groom in a panicked frenzy, all but throwing a pile of records at her beloved. "I know usually I'm relaxed about the wedding but this is serious. We need a song". Will rolls his eyes; relaxed? Yeah right.
"Calm down dear. We'll find something, show me what you have," Will reassures his bride, rubbing her shoulders in just the right places, relaxing her and making her forget, just for a second, everything but him and the feeling of his hands on her shoulders (and her hips and her breast and her thighs and in so many other dirty, fu#$ing wonderful places bringing her back to all the different sexcapades there've embarked on).
"Go ahead but I'm warning you now there all either Church hymns or depressing."
"Okay maybe not then," Will said tossing aside the music and bringing his future wife (he's still can't believe that!) back into his arms. He so doting and so mushy but he really doesn't care. After all the heartbreak, heart ache and angst that's followed them through their relationship he really feels like he deserves these moments. He deserves to call her baby and sweetheart and the only thing he secretly enjoys when she's upset or distressed is the way she holds onto him for dear life and he can call her every sugary sweet, diabetes inducing, nickname. His fiancées excitement is what brings him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, I'm so excited for our first dance!" He can see it too, and it's not just the first dance she's excited about but anything to do with their wedding. He loves it when someone brings up the wedding, just so he can see her smile and play with her engagement ring (with that twinkle in her eyes that reserved for when she talking about or to her beloved). Once again after all the ruins and decay their relationships caused he feels she deserves to have this one exciting, only happy event to focus on. "Do you have any suggestions for our song?"
"You're having my baby?" Will suggested, searching his fiancée for even the slightest of baby bumps. He had never really wanted kids; his older sister was always more responsible and his younger sister was always more fun so he was never the number one choice as a babysitter. Not to mention that until he met Mackenzie hehad never dated anyone he wanted to carry his child. With Kenz he feels so proud to have her do that job. If it was anyone else he had gotten pregnant he'd have run a mile but this is Kenzie, and even though you can barely tell, he knows she'll be just as sexy whilst pregnant as when she is not.
"We aren't announcing that until next month my dear," his EP corrects, smiling as she subconsciously rests her hand protectively on her stomach (on her mini Mc as she secretly calls it when she's alone in her office or relaxing on the couch- when nobody but her and her baby can hear). "Next."
"Jellyfish Jelly?" suggest Will, he won't lie to you though he knows what she's going to say but go she's so sexy when she goes-
"Will! Good God, I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." She's so sexy when she's pissed. "Bloody kids song as well..."
"I will always love you?"
"Yes, let's play a song in which the subjects breakup. That's like a brilliant idea William," Mackenzie exclaims, wanting her fiancé to take this seriously. Usually she really wouldn't make a big deal of these things but after all the pain she's been through in the past 4 years she just wants so badly to have one day, one singular day in which she can show the world that she loves him and this dance- the song they choose- will show everyone who doubted them and their story and their future that yes they will last and she will be faithful and that that this is real.
"Darlingl! Stop! Relax, okay. I will pick a song."
"B-but-" Mac protests. She's not always controlling, usually trusting her beloved to make the right decision but this; it means so much to her.
"Do you trust me?"
"Always"
"Then let me choose," Will proposed hoping that his beloved trust him on this one thing, "I promise to make it beautiful and to represent us amazingly sweetheart."
"F-fine but I'm trusting you and if somethi-" Will cuts her off now before the anxiety that she only show him (because she loves him and trusts him and as much as he hates that she gets scared or upset he loves that he gets to the one to make her feel better. He remembers the week after they got together and someone in the media called her a slut- well that guy couldn't show his bruised on television for a month. Not to mention the se- wait maybe he should focus back on said beloved).
"It'll be fine darling. Now scat and leave me to my music."
One week later
"I now invite Mr and Mrs McAvoy to have their first dance." Will grabs his wife's (he can't believe he can use that word in context with Kenzie) hand and leads her to the dance floor. He puts one hand on her lower back; his other holding onto Mac's hand as the music starts. It's then, when his wife hears the song he's chosen, that her face lights up yet again with a smile (or at least her smile grows more because neither of them have stopped smiling since they were pronounced husband and wife), a smile that makes Will's heart soar and his heart mend after so many months of I'm sorry and this is wrong and I'm not just saying this because I'm high.
there's no combination of words
i could put on the back of a postcard
no song that i could sing
but i can try for your heart
our dreams and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
love is the answer
at least for most of the questions in my heart
like why are we here
and where do we go
and how come we're so hard
it's not always easy
and sometimes life can be deceiving
i'll tell you one thing
it's always better when we're together
"Oh William, I love you so much."
"I love you too Mrs McAvoy."
"Mrs McAvoy. Mackenzie McAvoy. I like that."
"Yeah I like it too. Almost as much as I like our song."
It's always better when we're together
we'll look at them stars when we're together.