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I'm being very generous (cause it's my birthday tomorrow :)) so I'm moving the big W chapter up – I hope you enjoy (though I have split it into two parts – please forgive me for that)

Chapter Thirteen

"You do realize we're in danger of becoming cliché?" I ask as I wind my arms around Xav's neck.

"I don't mind. Besides, dancing to You Give Me Something by James Morrison is not exactly cliché. Dancing to Bruno Mars or John Legend would be at this point."

Giving him a light kiss, I snuggle closer to him. Even though he's only a few inches taller than me, I feel more safe and comfortable in his arms than anywhere else.

"Do you mind being a cliché?" Xav asks and kisses my hair softly.

"Not at all, Mr Benedict" I say, smiling, and it's true. I'm so happy in this particular moment that I frankly do not care about anything other than dancing with my wonderful soulfinder.

"Good. Because with me by your side, be prepared for a whole life of clichés, Mrs Benedict."

Nineteen Hours Earlier

I've just woken up and Xav's just returned from a 12-hour shift at the hospital. I'm showering and singing along to the sound of Xav is drying his hair, when he suddenly turns the dryer off and says something that makes me drop the (very heavy) bottle of shampoo on my foot.

"D'you wanna get married?"

I'm not sure whether it's just the loud noise of the water rushing down that's playing tricks on my ears or if he's making a joke. Slowly, I turn off the water and open the shower door. Xav is standing in nothing but his boxer shorts and the look in his eyes is so serious and full of love that it takes me a moment to realize that he's holding a ring. It's a small silver band, with a tiny crystal embedded in the middle. Then I notice that the crystal is shaped like something. A lion. Now, I really can't stop the tears from streaming down my face. Looking back up at Xav's face, I realize that I've never seen him look so nervous. As I don't trust myself to speak without making a complete fool out of myself, I wordlessly cup his face in my hands and stroke across the stubble that has developed overnight. I nod, I nod vigorously, and can't seem to be able to stop it. Maybe this is what people do when they go into shock. Stilling my head with his hands, he leans in and the moment his lips touch mine, my brain signals that it has reconnected itself to my mouth. I pull back breathlessly, "Yes!"

Eighteen Hours Earlier

"When do you want to have the wedding?" I prop myself up on one elbow and turn to face him. After the proposal, we got a bit … otherwise occupied and put the talking off for quite a while.

"Now?" Xav murmurs and pushes a curl of hair behind my ear.

"What?" I ask and the look on my face makes him laugh.

"Why not?"

"Because –" I'm just about to launch into a wide and extensive explanation about why we cannot get hitched today but then I realize that I can't really think of anything logical to say. He's right, I hate to admit. He's got the next five days off because he's been doing overtime for two straight weeks now and I've just finished my designs for a small theatre company and don't have to start on my next assignment until next week.

"But what about our families?" I ask and sit up straight. For some reason I feel that this is not a conversation to be had lounging about in bed.

"You said yourself once that if it's an enormous wedding and party, which it will be considering that we each have six siblings, it'll be for them and not for us." He joins me at the side of the bed and gently places his arm around my waist. "This would be for us."

"Where?" I ask, making him smile widely.

"I dunno, you choose" He says and kisses me lightly before pulling me on his lap. Now that we're officially engaged it all feels … more special.

"Las Vegas?" I ask but he shakes his head.

"Bad family memories," He just says and it's evident that he doesn't want to talk about it.

"Well…" I say and pull his face even closer to mine. "I remember you saying something about you and me on a tropical island…"

Xav leans up to kiss me and I can feel him grin against my mouth. "I like this idea."

"I might even wear that outfit you suggested" I murmur and project the same image into his mind as he had done two and a half years ago.

"I really like this idea" Xav says eagerly, making me grin.

"How about…. Maui?" I say but he's already dropped me (quite unceremoniously) on the bed and is reaching over me for his laptop.

"What are you doing?"

"Booking flights, you muppet."

"Wha-" The question evaporates in my mouth when I see the look of pure joy and excitement on his face. We're doing this. We're getting freaking MARRIED on Maui!

Fifteen hours earlier

Xav fell asleep the moment the plane reached maximum altitude despite my protests that he should be awake on our trip. Xav being Xav just told me telepathically that he needed to rest to 'last the night', making me blush like crazy.

We were able to book a last-minute flight from JFK to Kahului and arrived at the gate with only a couple minutes to spare. We said nothing to our families, just changed our messages on our voicemails to 'Will be gone for a week'.

We are going to get married! The thought keeps creeping into my mind and every time it does that, I can't help but smile. I bet the stewardesses think I'm a complete lunatic. I have no idea how Mama or Karla will deal with the news that their children have eloped but frankly, at this point, I don't really care. Xav shifts slightly and leans his head on my shoulder. Thankfully, he isn't a drooler so I don't have to worry about that. To think that two and a half years ago, I was sitting in a dusty costume shop in Venice, convinced I was a dud Savant and could make in the model world, is completely bizarre. If someone had told me then that I would find my soulfinder on an icy shore in Venice, me wearing nothing but a ripped, soaking dress, him being miles away, I would have told them to stop the drinking. Turns out, the universe was quite right with pairing Xav and me up.

I know the whole last minute stuff is very unrealistic and too perfect but hey- so are the Benedict brothers!

The song choice for their first dance was given to me by LittleLily99 in a review of Chapter Four and I really agree – it totally fits :)

I know this is total blackmailing but I won't update until you, xxx-benedictbrothersfan-xxx, have updated your amazingly well-written und exciting Murdering Soulfinder story :) So no pressure or anything ;)

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