A/N: Lazy morning fluff, Finding a caterer and Phil stopping an existential crisis before it can happen

Wedding invitations!

Hey guys! Sorry I've been MIA for months, but things have been pure chaos. Hopefully I can get back to some kind of schedule now

I hope you enjoy!

-Justin

28-2-17

It was a major conflict. On the one hand, I had to go through the motions of preparing my leg- well, stump, but I couldn't say the word without cringing- for the prosthetic. Cleaning the area, rolling on the silicon sleeve, and making sure the artificial joints clicked properly into place so that I didn't fall over once I stood up. I hardly ever needed the crutch these days, but it still stood in the corner by the window. Sometimes I found myself glaring at it for no particular reason.

On the other hand, I woke up to the sight and feeling of Phil nestled beside me. Sometimes he'd be in front of me- those rare nights when I'd wanted to be the big spoon- but most mornings he was hugging me from behind, arms wrapped snugly around my waist and nose pressed into my back. I'd learned pretty quickly that he was basically a snuggle monster, and it was honestly one of my favourite things about him.

This morning was no different.

I could feel his fingers on my stomach, tracing light patterns over the skin below my navel, barely brushing the waistband of my pyjama pants every few seconds. I knew he was awake and he knew I was awake, but neither of us acknowledged it just yet. Instead, he shuffled closer to press the side of his face between my shoulder blades. When I felt his cheek on my bare skin, I twisted away slightly to roll over and face him, grinning at the sight of his sleepy smile and heavy eyelids. "Hey," he whispered, leaning in to kiss the corner of my lips softly.

"Hey," I repeated, and he let out a soft giggle as he leaned in once more to kiss me properly. It was moments like these that made me wonder- sometimes out loud- how we'd gotten through so many years without that touch. The moment didn't last long, though, because there were a lot of things to do today, and we'd have to get up soon if we wanted to be productive. I sighed loudly as I shuffled away from him and toward the edge of the bed, but he just wrapped his arms more snugly around my waist.

"I think we should stay right here," Phil decided, "all day." I looked up at him for a moment, taking in the way his blue eyes sparkled even though they were half-closed, and I was almost tempted to give in and let him have his way

"As nice as that sounds," I told him instead, pulling free from his grasp and sitting up in the bed, "We only have about ten minutes until Louise gets here." I laughed at the noise he made- neither of us were fans of the torturous process that was wedding planning- and instinctively leaned back into his touch when he sat up and pressed a palm to my back. I scooted to the edge of the bed and leaned forward to attach my prosthesis. The mechanism clicked into place right away, and I decided today would be a good day.

It usually took a few steps before my body remembered how to walk with half a fake leg, but every day was easier than the last. Once we were dressed, Phil went on to the kitchen and I followed after him slowly.

2-3-17

"She'll be catering," Louise said, gesturing to the screen. The video was one of Rosanna Pansino's Nerdy Nummies series. "She's quite good."

"Nice," Phil said approvingly. The video played a few seconds longer and then Louise closed the laptop and turned to face us at the dining table.

"What do you think?" she asked as she clasped her hands together. She seemed excited by the prospect of it all, and I got the feeling she was probably biased in the matter. "I've already talked with her and she's happy to do it. All we need is your approval."

I glanced toward Phil and saw that he was smiling widely and nodding his head. He'd always been happy-go-lucky about damn near everything in his life. My first instinct was to play Devil's Advocate and somehow find a reason Rosanna couldn't possibly do the job. Phil's eyes met mine as I parted my lips to ask the first question, but before I could get a word out there was a pressure on my thigh and I looked down to see Phil's hand gripping my leg.

"It'll work," he assured me softly, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek, right above my dimple. "You've seen how much work she puts into her videos and recipes." He let his forehead rest against mine for a moment as he reached for my hands and said again, "It'll work."

There was silence for a full minute before I looked back to Louise and said, "I guess we've found our caterer," with what I hoped looked like a genuine smile on my face. Phil gave my fingers a squeeze and I leaned back in the chair, sighing quietly.

"Excellent!" Louise squealed, clapping her hands together. "I'll give her the good news tomorrow. She'll be so excited!"

"Really?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Yes, of course, silly," Louise told me, patting my arm. "She's a huge fan of you two."

"Everyone loves us, remember, Dan?" Phil offered, nudging my side with an elbow. "This is going to be the most anticipated wedding ever, and nobody even knows about it yet."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said with a laugh, leaning into his side. His arm came around my shoulders and he tugged his fingers through my hair over and over. It was one sure-fire way to make me relax and he knew that.

"Of course," he agreed. "I'm always right."

7-3-17

Louise had given us four choices for the wedding invitations, but in the end we'd chosen something else entirely. We'd come pretty close to choosing the abstract design with the colourful swirls, but after insisting on a web search I'd come across something I couldn't resist using. It wasn't really like anything else in our style, but it seemed perfect for the situation.

"They're gorgeous," Zoe gushed, lifting one of the heavy slips of paper from the dining table. "I'm slightly miffed you didn't like our choices, but I'll get over it because this is just too pretty not to use."

"It's not that we didn't like them," I started for what seemed like the hundredth time that week, "This one just popped into my view and it was like a sign or something."

"I know, I know," Zoe said, waving her free hand in my direction. "I don't blame you."

"They really are beautiful," Louise agreed as she walked through the door into the lounge. Phil trailed behind her, wearing a very pained expression and glaring toward the garment bag draped over Louise's shoulder. She'd dragged him out to the tailor shop for another fitting- I still wasn't sure why so many of them were necessary but both girls insisted on one every week now- and Phil was not a fan. He walked over to where I sat on the sofa and dropped down beside me, automatically taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Enjoy your monkey suit?" I teased, dodging the fingers that snapped forward to pinch my wrist. With a grin, I added, "You'll look great, don't worry."

"Your turn tomorrow," Louise informed me, glancing up from her place at the table. She and Zoe were now pointing out the minor details of our wedding invitations, most notably the wispy feathers spread out in random directions. I wasn't entirely sure why I'd been so drawn to the feather design, but it felt perfect. "I'm surprised you two haven't blabbed to each other yet."

"Please, Lou," Phil said, "we promised to keep it a secret. We're both technically brides here."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Phil, I don't think that's quite right." He gave my palm a squeeze in response before letting out a chuckle of his own. "It's still a nice gesture, though." I leaned over a bit to rest my head on his shoulder and noticed Zoe watching with a big smile and wide eyes. She was a fangirl above all else.

"We'll send these out tomorrow morning," Louise told us, and I raised up to see her moving the papers into different stacks. Every few seconds she'd lift one up and press something into the corner- stamps, I assumed- and place it down on the other end of the table. "Have you thought any about the processional?"

"Come on, Louise," I said with a roll of my eyes, "you already know."

She made a face of mock hurt and tossed her hair from one side to the other. "It's nice to be asked, though."

I started to say something, but Phil stopped me with a pat on my knee as he said, "Louise, won't you please be our maid of honour?"

She was silent for a moment, pretending to think it over while all three of us tried to keep a straight face, and then she finally opened her mouth to say, "Well, if you insist." Her lips curled up into a grin as she poked her tongue out to lick an envelope for the next invitation. Phil and I exchanged an amused expression, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

A/N: After the posting of Chapter Three, I'll be releasing the wedding invitation to my tumblr (same name) so look out for that!