Hello everyone :D Just a brief update where we find Liz slowly starting to lose her mind, but don't worry Punk saves the day (like always)...thanks for the reviews on Chapter 24, after this chapter I'll be jumping ahead a little to get closer to the wedding...Enjoy and review :)
Ginger was wrong with Liz losing her mind within a week, but once the two week mark rolled around, she was ready to pull her hair out. There were so many things she never thought about before and the frustration of making all the decisions on her own was getting to her. Should they have their reception indoors or outdoors? Indoor places were hard to book six months out, but with an outdoor reception there was the worry of the weather, plus they'd have to rent a tent, tables and chairs. As far as music is it better to have a band or a DJ? Punk could be picky when it came to music, so Liz was beside herself on making progress with that. The biggest headache so far had been looking at wedding dresses. All Liz wanted was a simple a-line dress and the options that were presented to her all seemed too complex. It didn't help that Meredith kept trying to talk her daughter into going full on Cinderella in a ball gown; as hard as it was, Liz had to put her foot down and remind her mother that this was her wedding and there were certain things that she wasn't taking her input on, the dress being one of them.
Liz laid down on the couch and reached for the pile of wedding magazines on the coffee table. After flipping through three of them and finding nothing of interest, she rubbed her hands over her face before looking at Louie asleep on the couch. He's got the right idea, perhaps after I get some sleep then I'll be able to relax and focus; start making some decisions and crossing things off my list. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of a car door and knew Punk was home early. Liz wanted to be happy he was home and greet him with a smile, but the stress and worry over the list of decisions and the little time they had to get everything done was front and center. She rubbed her temples feeling her head thumping as another migraine set in. It's going to be a long six months.
Punk walked in the house and was greeted by Louie. After petting the dog and returning the affection, he walked into the living room where he found Liz laying on the couch with her arm draped over her eyes blocking the light from outside. Looking around the living room, he noticed it had been turned into wedding central with magazines, color swatches and a bunch of other girly stuff spread over the coffee table. She really means business with this wedding planning stuff! Punk sat on the couch and took Liz's free hand and pressed his lips to the back of it getting a slight smile on her lips.
"Honey, I'm home! I expected you to be a little excited about that, but seeing you've turned our living room into wedding central, I understand. Can I at least see those green eyes I love so much?" Liz moved her arm and Punk immediately noticed how blood shot her eyes were. "Liz, have you been crying?"
"Maybe a little, or a lot; I'm just stressed and I've had a few meltdowns."
"What are you stressed about? It looks like you have everything under control." Liz let out a small laugh as she looked at the mess covering her coffee table.
"Looks can be deceiving! There's a lot more that goes into planning a wedding then I thought and I can't do this by myself."
"Well what about Ginger or your mom?"
"Ginger has a two year old and a career, she's beyond busy! Plus she needs a break from Chicago after everything that went down with her and Colt, which is a mess in itself. As far as Meredith goes, forget it! I would rather elope then ask for her help because she doesn't help, she just takes over. You're free for the time being though." Liz smirked at Punk as he rubbed the back of his neck desperately searching for an excuse. His duty was to show up on time dressed in a monkey suit and smile, the whole planning part was not his forte.
"Liz I don't know anything about weddings and what if I screw something up? I don't want to spend the next twenty years with you hating me because I told you to go with purple when you really wanted periwinkle." Liz gritted her teeth as she sat up crossing her arms over her chest. Way to go Punk, now you've done it. Prepare for an earful and then some. However, rather then Liz going off on a tangent, she was silent, which he found even more agonizing. No man wants the silent treatment; it's never a good position to be in. Finally letting out a sigh, he spoke. "Okay fine, if you want my help then I'll attempt to be helpful, but I can't promise anything. I just don't understand what's so hard. All we need to do is pick a place, you get a dress, I'll get a suit and ta-da we're married." Liz shook her head.
"It's not even close to being that easy! First off we need to decide where we want to get married. Do you know how many outdoor locations there are in Chicago? A lot! On top of that we need to decide if we want the reception inside or outside. Indoor locations are really hard to find seeing we're booking for six months from now, but the outdoor reception means we'll need a tent, tables, chairs and hopefully nice weather. Then there's flowers, a photographer, videographer…" Punk interrupted her putting his hand up.
"Okay, so I'm an inconsiderate jerk because I didn't think of all that other stuff. As far as the reception, let's just do everything outside. It'll be May, it'll be beautiful and if it's not its okay; I think it's good luck if it rains on your wedding day or something. What else needs decided?"
"Band or a DJ?"
"Let's do both! I have plenty of friends that would be willing to play, but we can have the DJ to mix things up. Next topic…"
"What are we going to do about Ginger and Colt? It's going to be awkward for the two of them to have to deal with each other seeing everything that has happened."
"Well I think they can suck it up for one day and honestly I think they need to put their differences aside and get back together. They're good together; I've never seen either of them as happy as they are when they're together. As far as our part in that mess, we are staying out of it."
"That sounds like a good idea. I love them both and I'm not sacrificing a friendship taking one side over the other." Punk noticed Liz starting to lighten up a little as she uncrossed her arms.
"Okay, so I've been home for twenty minutes and some decisions have been made, do you feel better now?" Punk smirked at her and Liz couldn't help but smile in return.
"I guess so; it's just not as much fun doing everything by myself. Now I remember why I told Ginger I was never getting married and if I did we were eloping."
"I gave you that option, but you passed on it."
"I know, but I only plan on getting married one time and I'd like to do it right the first time. If I could find the dress I wanted then I'd feel much better."
"You've got six months, you'll find it. Why don't you rope Shaleine and Cassie into this, I'm sure they'd love to help."
"I might have six months, but it takes at least a month for a dress to come in and on top of that there's alterations that need done and that's another two month process, so I need all the time I can get. Do you really think your sisters would be into this whole thing? I planned on asking them to be bridesmaids, but they're both young; wedding planning can be boring."
"I don't think they'll see it that way. I can't count how many times they made me watch Say Yes to the Dress; it got so bad that I found myself watching it even when they weren't around." Liz smiled as she rested her chin on Punk's shoulder.
"You're lying."
"Yes I am, but it got you to smile, so it was worth it. Now what do you say we forget about everything wedding for the evening, grab some dinner and just lay in bed."
"We already sound like an old married couple." Punk wrapped his arm around Liz's shoulder pulling her close to him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Liz leaned her head up and pressed her lips to Punk's feeling a sense of relief that things were moving along, slowly, but they were still moving.