A/N: Hello everyone! So sorry for the delay - my computer crashed a couple weeks ago:( Files were lost, and I am currently writing this on Googledocs on my laptop in safe mode so as to prevent further issues.

Anyway, this is a futurefic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Office is simply here for my amusement. I own none of it.

Chapter 10: Linens, Tables, and Beds - Oh My!

Erin was perched on her knees in the middle of her and Pete's bed, the space she occupied the only portion not covered in paper. Order forms and catalogs, bills and registry checklists, diagrams and envelopes, and a multitude of receipts filled every inch of the king-size bed; Erin sat in the middle of it all, busily going through it with a notepad and pen in hand.

The distant sounds of the front door opening and plastic bags rustling meant that Pete had come home with the groceries. He announced his arrival to the silent apartment, and Erin called back:

"I'm in here!"

After a few moments, she heard footsteps along the hallway, and Pete poked his head into the room. "Hey sweetie. I found that shampoo you wanted."

"Awesome! Hey, can you help me, please?" Erin pulled a stack of order forms toward her and scribbled something on her notepad.

"Sure. But why are you doing this on the bed?" he walked into the room and perched himself on the edge of the paper-strewn comforter, glancing around.

"There's more room on this than on the kitchen table," Erin explained, handing him a stack of papers. Pete took them, frowning.

"What is all this?"

"Not much, just order forms for flowers: get 40 bouquets of roses for the reception, and make sure half of them are white and half of them are purple. Your mom's covering the altar flowers, and I want to pick out my bouquet, so you don't have to worry about that. Oh, and call the company to ask if they cover flower petal baskets - I still need to get back to Pam about Cece possibly being flower girl. Also, you have a tuxedo fitting on the fourth at eleven o'clock..."

Pete stared dumbly as Erin continued to ramble about wedding plans, going through the numerous papers and forms in his hand:

"...We still need to call about a wedding cake, too, and I know about a nice cake shop in Dunmore. Can you give them a call? You can pick the frosting. Actually, no, on second thought, make it lemon. Or chocolate. Or both... d'you think we can do both?"

"Erin," Pete looked up from the papers toward his fiancee. "The wedding's not for four months."

"Fifteen weeks," Erin corrected him, sticking her pen behind her ear. "And we're still pretty behind on planning. I haven't even found my dress yet!"

"What, you mean from this?" Pete reached over by a pillow and picked up a dog-eared bridal catalog the size of a phone book. Erin quickly snatched it from him.

"Don't look at that! I've just narrowed it down to my top forty-eight dresses, and I don't want you seeing any of them," She set the catalog on the end table furthest from Pete, who rolled his eyes.

"Sorry."

Erin looked over at her husband-to-be, who was now paging through the many forms she had handed him. His manner suggested reluctance to go through so much work, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

Erin moved over so she was behind Pete and wrapped her arms around his middle, placing her chin on his shoulder. Pete smiled as he leaned into her.

"I love you," her breath tickled his ear, and Pete bit back a bigger smile.

"Who loves me?" He turned his head so they were practically nose to nose. He smirked, and Erin grinned.

"Mrs. Miller loves you," she corrected, and Pete grinned, satisfied.

"That's right."

Erin giggled as she leaned in, capturing his lips with hers. Pete turned his whole body, kissing her, dropping the forms at his feet so he could wrap both arms around Erin's waist. Erin sighed, moving her arms so they were around his neck. After a few moments, Pete slowly began moving them down so they were lying horizontally on the paper-strewn bed, his intentions clear.

"Wait," Erin broke the kiss, quickly sitting up again. "Not on the bed. I just reorganized the wedding registry papers to include linens." She quickly straightened out a stack of papers near the edge of the bed.

"Oh, come on," Pete looked more than a little annoyed as he sat up too. His hair was tousled and messy. "This is exactly why you shouldn't do this sort of stuff on the bed..."

Erin, however, didn't look very upset as she turned back toward him. "Pete," she said, and Pete looked at her. Her eyebrows were arched, and she smiled as she looked at him. "All the papers are here... so the kitchen table is empty."

Pete's eyes widened as Erin's suggestive smile grew bigger.

"Mrs. Miller, I love you."

Erin laughed, which turned into a shriek of delighted astonishment as Pete swiftly picked her up bodily off the bed by her waist. She cracked up as he threw her over his shoulder like a fireman and rushed out of the room with his fiancee in tow.

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Pete and Erin were occupied for several hours in the kitchen. The wedding forms, as well as the groceries, lay long forgotten.