Fly knew wedding plans were intense (she had five older sisters, all of whom were married), but she never realised how intense they would be with Perri Lawe on the job. Before she could really register what was happening, Perri had emailed her pictures and patterns and designs, asking for her opinion.
'I really think this one would suit you, Fly', she had written in an email, and Fly had just laughed, showing the emails to Heath.
The two were full swing in wedding preparations, with at least four out of their five bridesmaids and groomsmen calling every day.
(Even little Tahlia called, much to Fly's amusement. She had a fifteen minute conversation with the little girl before Matt realised what had happened, apologising several times before hanging up.)
"This is it", Heath said over breakfast. "The last week as an unmarried couple. Just hanging out, eating breakfast".
"What, are you planning on not eating breakfast when we get married?" Fly said in amusement.
"No, I mean in a week we'll actually be getting married. We'll be back in Blue Water tomorrow night and getting married in a week. We'll have to put up with the whole over the top freak show again".
"Don't call them a freak show, Heath".
"Have you seen them recently?"
"I've seen them; I know what they're like".
"You read the emails".
"I get the emails".
"Bec Sanderson. She has called the boat club at least once a day, to clarify that it's actually booked for the reception, like Garry didn't do it when we were first in Blue Water. Perri Lawe, who has flooded our inbox so badly no amount of deleting will fix it. Our computer is on a go slow. And because of that, Anna Peterson has taken to snail mailing her ideas to us. Matt and Tahlia Leyland, who call at least twice a day to check everything is okay, and can they do anything? And then dear Dean Edgely, who calls to apologise for all their calling".
Fly snickered, knowing that he was completely right and no amount of arguing was going to change Heath's opinion on the people he had lived with for a year of his life and was best friends with.
"What happens if they email us while we're there?" he said in a panic, almost dropping his cereal spoon.
Fly had to laugh- it was moments like that that made her glad that she was spending the rest of her life with the boy across from her. Because he was her Heath and she loved him just the way she was.
"Hey Heath, its Bec!" Bec said brightly, as the man on the other end picked up. Frowning at what sounded like a groan, she started to speak again. "I was just calling to check-"
"The dresses are okay".
"What?"
"So are the suits". He glared at Fly, who was giggling on the lounge.
"Excuse me?"
"And the surf club is booked and everything is sorted", he rushed, before throwing the phone at Fly. Her eyes widened and she let out a little shriek, before sighing heavily and holding the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Good, Fly. What's wrong with Heath?"
"He's feeling a little stressed", she said, before hoiking a pillow across the room and hitting her fiancée in the head like she intended. "What's up?"
"I was just calling to tell you that Garry's going to pick you up from the airport tomorrow morning".
"Oh. That's fine, thanks Bec".
"How is everything?"
Heath chuckled, as he saw Fly's shoulders deflate.
"Everything's fine, Bec. Everything's going to plan", she assured the brunette. "We've got some last minute packing to do, alright? I'll talk to you later, bye!"
And she promptly hung up, before joining Heath's hysterical laughter.
"How did we get friends like them?" he wanted to know.
"Bad luck?" she shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off her face. As much as they laughed and joked, they wouldn't change them for the world.