"The Met?"
"Mindy."
"Central Park?"
"Mindy. Stop it."
"The Hamptons, on the beach? Gwen and Carl would totally let us do it at their vacay house."
"Are you even listening to me?"
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and continues to scroll through her phone, naming off the lists of places she'd made over the years. She'd never really wanted to get married in a church. It was so expected, so un-Mindy-like. "The empire state building on New Year's eve?"
"Can you be serious right now?" Danny needed her to listen to him about this. Sure, he'd acquiesced when she'd said she wanted to live together before they got married, even though his mother had nearly had an aneurism when he'd told her, but this was different. He was catholic. He had Father Hannigan over once a month for dinner. He wanted to do this right. He didn't want there to be any sort of cloud hanging over their life together. He decided to take another tack. "I guess you're right. You're not really the type who could pull off a traditional Catholic wedding. You know, big white dress, large wedding party, a hundred or so guests, all staring at you as you enter the church and walk down the aisle. I get it, you want some small thing, on a beach, with the wind blowing sand up your skirt."
She eyed him suspiciously.
"Or, I mean. We could go to the Empire State building on New Year's Eve, and stand up there in the freezing cold while a bunch of strangers stare at us, your pea coat totally covering up your Vera Wong dress."
"Vera Wang."
"Or, maybe you really do want to go to Central Park. Surely a pigeon won't shit on your head. That won't happen at all. It's not like there's a lot of pigeons in New York."
Mindy put her phone down. "This is important to you?"
He nodded, feeling slight trepidation. "I guess I don't really care where we get married, but I do need to know one thing.
He waited.
"This church of yours, does it have stained glass?"
He nodded.
"The kind where when the sun streams through it, it casts these stunning jewl-toned patterns on the crisp white dresses of brides getting married? Especially those brides that look totally stunning both in white and all jewel tones?"
He nodded again.
"And Father Hannigan, he doesn't care that I'm not Cathlolic?"
"Not particularly."
"Not particularly?"
"Well, I mean, he's priest, Min. He's kind of paid to care, but it won't stop him from marrying us with a smile." He reached for her, pulling her close. "Plus, he adores you anyway, tells me every time he has dinner with us, that it's his life's mission to convert you, even though he knows it's futile. He loves you that much."
She smiled at Danny. "And your mother, do you think she'll forgive us for living together if we get married in a Catholic church?"
Danny grinned at her. "Well, Ma's got ideas about a lot of things. I think she's already forgiven us, seeing as how she's already picking out baby clothes."
Mindy smiled, laying her palm on the side of his face. "Danny, I've never really cared about where I got married. As long as it's to you, it really doesn't matter to me. And besides, a Catholic wedding sounds perfect. She pressed a kiss to his lips. "Did you know I love you?"
"Yes, but I love hearing you say it."
"I love you, Daniel, I love you so so much."
He laughed and scooped her up, carrying her through the door to his bedroom. She smiled up at him as he crossed the threshold. "A preview?"
He laughed. "Maybe we could get to working on that grandchild for my ma. Get a real reason to push the date of the wedding up?" His eyes were twinkling.
She swatted at him. "You're mother would never forgive us." She was grinning widely. "But, there's no harm in practicing." She squealed as he tossed her into the bed and dove in after. Practicing was amazing.