In and Out of Love –Chapter 20
By MyNameIsCAL
---One Year Later---
Wedding magazines are strewn across the apartment. Ella was driving herself nuts with the planning. Iggy was pretty helpless since he couldn't see, which meant Max and I got sucked into their wedding planning. It didn't bother me too much though.
"Purple or beige?" Ella and Max were going through color schemes.
"I don't know," Iggy frowned. "Why do you keep asking me!"
"I'm not asking you!" Ella picked up a magazine and threw it at Iggy.
He stuck his hand out and caught it. "Well, I like beige."
"Alright, that's two for beige and one for purple." Ella let out a sigh. "What do you think, Fang?"
I looked up at her and said with the straightest face, "Black."
Ella stared at me for a moment. At first I thought she was angry and then she grabbed the magazine from Iggy and threw it at me, laughing.
"So two for beige, one for purple, and one for black," I continued, letting the magazine fall to the floor. "I guess beige wins."
"Oh shut up!" Ella rolled her eyes.
Iggy sniggered and when he sensed Ella's gaze, he straightened up and agreed. "Yeah, you shut up!"
Max was laughing hysterically. Soon enough we all joined in.
We seemed to be going to sleep later and later as the wedding drew closer. Although it only seemed like Ella had graduated yesterday. Nudge too and Gazzy would be off to college by the start of the new school year. It made me feel old, at least sometimes, but I had to remember that Iggy was only a little bit younger than me.
"We're definitely having a small ceremony," Max said as she crawled into bed next to me.
I smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"Just the flock and Mom and Ella," Max snuggled against me. "Sam from the tavern. Maybe a few others if you can think of any."
"That sounds nice." I stretched to turn off the lights. "It's not even our wedding and I feel stressed out by all the planning."
"We should have it at Mom's house, in the backyard or something," Max added.
And what took Iggy and Ella months to plan, Max and I condensed into a ten minute conversation. I couldn't help but smile.
This was the third catering place we had been to today. Iggy, being such a good cook, couldn't stand any of it. We were hoping, at least Max and I, that this would be the last place we'd have to try. The evening was drawing close and Max was hoping that we could get away from the chaos to have dinner at Sam's Tavern.
"So, what do you think of this?" Ella sounded anxious almost. They were running out of options.
Iggy chewed and shrugged. "It's definitely better than the first two."
We tasted some more food. There was something about Iggy's cooking that no other food could quite live up to. But Iggy was right, this by far was the best.
"I say we go with this one," I spoke up.
Surprisingly, Iggy nodded. "Interesting blend of flavors in that steak. I think we've found our caterer, Ella."
I hated getting fitted for my tux. It was the most annoying thing ever, standing there as some little old lady measured and pinned, poking me every now and then. Not to mention it had to be fitted for my wings.
"Will you stay still!?" The women shrieked at me.
Max stifled her laughs as the women smacked me in the arm.
"You're next," I muttered to Max.
"Stop moving!" I got smacked again.
Max excused herself from the room. I'm pretty sure I could hear her laughing out in the hallway. If I wasn't so fearful of being smacked again, I might have busted out laughing myself.
But in the end, the tux looked nice. Max seemed pleased with it. It was her turn to be fitted for her dress for being the maid of honor. Now it was my turn to leave the room and laugh to myself. Iggy was in the hallway, waiting for Ella to have her dress adjusted. Not that he could see it, but he figured he'd stay out of the same room as it.
"What are you laughing at?" Iggy shook his head. "Max was out here earlier, laughing her head off."
"I'll tell you later," I said through my bursts of laughter. There were other people that worked here, passing us in the halls.
Iggy rolled his eyes. Usually, it was the opposite way around, but I stood there laughing anyways.
"Flowers?" Iggy threw his hands up in the air. "Flowers?"
"Yes, Ig, flowers," Ella repeated.
He sighed. "Well, what's the big deal? Just pick your colors."
"They have to match everything else."
Iggy grinned. "Well I don't give a damn how anything looks, just as long as you're happy."
Ella let out a sigh, but in the end, she would end up smiling. I'm surprised Iggy didn't drive her insane. There were times I wanted to beat his head in, especially those days without Max, being stuck at the apartment. The worst days were when neither Max nor Iggy wanted to talk to me. Those days were long gone now.
And I wouldn't be missing them.
So Iggy and Ella's wedding will be coming up. Then I'll give you Max and Fang's. There's not much to run with after that. But I won't leave you hanging as far as relationships go. Thanks for reading!