Guys, I have to apologize for taking so long to update this. To be honest, I got caught up in the other fic I was working on, and didn't feel like I had enough energy to give this one proper attention too. I didn't want to give you something that wasn't up to the standards I set for myself, and for a while I thought I was going to just clip this down to the first few chapters and make it nothing more than a proposal fic. But...I reread it and it's not horrible like I'd somehow convinced myself, so here is the next chapter (finally)! Updates will be much more regular, and faster, from now on :)

"Owww…" Edward moaned, flexing his wrist. "I think I've broken something."

Across the table from him, Roy was finishing up one envelope with a pained expression on his face. "Trust me, I know. But we only have about ten left."

That didn't do anything to cheer Ed up. He picked up another envelope, resigned to his fate. "Yeah, but keep in mind these are just the save the date cards—we're going to have to do this again with the actual invitations."

"Don't remind me," Roy muttered, sliding one of the sleek, silver cards into the envelope he'd just finished addressing. "We should have started earlier."

Edward stuck his tongue out at the not-so-gentle reminder that this was all his fault. Roy had been saying they needed to start working on this for weeks, but Ed had just put it off, preferring to focus on more enjoyable pre-wedding activities. Like meeting with the designer.

He was unable to hold back a grin as he remembered that one. Aaron Sparks had been a tough character—he didn't speak much and was a little gruff at times—but he had talent like Ed had never seen before. On the spot, he'd sketched out plans for both the arbor and the hall, and Edward had completely fallen in love with both.

Now, of course, he saw just how important the more boring aspects of planning a wedding were. "I told you I was sorry about that. We'll start sooner when we do the invitations."

"If my hands are better, that is," Roy sighed. "I'm going to be really disappointed if I have permanent damage."

Tired as he was, Ed couldn't help but laugh at that. "Look at you! You're complaining more than I am."

"Yeah, well, I get enough of this during the day. Next time the Lieutenant threatens to shoot me if I don't do my paperwork, I'm going to have to just let it happen—I'm not going to be able to hold a pen for months."

Edward giggled, amused by this whiney side to Roy he didn't see all too often. Quickly, he finished up the envelope he was working on and pulled the short stack of those still to be addressed—maybe six more at this point—to him.

"What are you doing?" Roy asked, pausing with his pen tip in the middle of writing. "I'm just joking around, you know, I can handle a few more."

"No, that's okay," Ed responded, bending over the table as he got to work again. "You're right, you do this kind of thing with paperwork all the time, whereas I have a much lighter load. It won't kill me to not be lazy for once. Besides, you're always doing nice things for me—I have to return the favor somehow."

Glancing up, Edward saw Roy staring at him with a broad smile. Grinning back, he focused once more, the faint noise of Roy standing up in his ears. The man walked around the table to ruffle his hair. "Hey!"

Roy laughed, kissing the side of Ed's head. "You're such a sweetheart." Edward pouted, watching as the man stood up straight and stretched. "And since you're doing that…I'm going to call a limo company."

"What for?" Ed called out as Roy walked into the kitchen.

"So we can get people from the wedding to the reception without too much fuss."

Oh. Duh. For the billionth time, Edward had to thank goodness that he had Roy around—little details like that were things he could overlook with a little too much ease. "We're getting one to ourselves, right?"

A dark chuckle came from around the corner, followed by Roy, phone in hand. "We have to—no one else will fit in, with your big poofy dress."

Almost absentmindedly, Ed brought up his unoccupied hand to give the man the finger. "I told you, it's not big and poofy. You've got to stop thinking like that, or you'll be disappointed."

"Yeah right. I could never be disappointed with you."

Edward rolled his eyes as Roy began to dial. The man could say that all he wanted to, but that was something Ed had been worrying about in the week since he bought his dress. Was he happy? Yes. All the guests were going to think he was off his fucking rocker, but Edward could take care of that easily enough…if Roy didn't get there first. But Ed just couldn't convince himself that Roy was going to like the dress he had picked out. After all, it wasn't quite what most people thought of when they thought of a wedding dress, and the last thing Edward wanted was for Roy to have been so excited about him wearing a dress only to not like the result.

The man covered the phone with a hand as it rang, looking at Ed seriously. "I know what you're thinking, and you need to stop worrying. You'd have to put on a bloody werewolf suit for me to not find you attractive, Ed. No matter what the dress looks like, you're going to be gorgeous." Roy looked like he would have continued, only someone must have picked up. "Hello? Yes, my name's Roy Mustang, I need to see about booking some transportation for my wedding?"

Worries not entirely gone, Edward went back to his work—he was on the last card now, but his fingers were something close to numb, only more painful. Dimly, in the background, he registered the sound of Roy making all the necessary arrangements, trying to calculate how many limos they would need and everything. But he couldn't pay attention to that, he was focused. Almost…done…

"Fuck yeah!" he shouted, tossing the pen violently down on the table. "Finsihed!"

Roy choked, beginning to laugh even as he apologized. "No, no, sorry about that—my fiancé was addressing save the date cards and got a little over excited."

Edward chuckled, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. What could he say? He allowed his gaze to travel to the clock, shocked when he saw the time. With a practiced amount of stealth and smoothness (not really, he looked like a hippo trying to leave the river without making any ripples), Edward stole out of the dining room and into the living room, turning on the TV as he plopped onto the couch. His show was coming on soon, and the fact that Ed himself would soon be getting married only made it more exciting.

It wasn't long before Roy finished up his call and entered the living room as well, eyebrows raising as he took in Edward, lounging on the couch as the sound of Say Yes to the Dress filled the room. Ed couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed or sorry at this point, and instead just gave a little wave.

The last thing he expected was that Roy should sit down and join him, lifting Edward's top half so that he could sit underneath him. Ed grabbed the man's hand, lacing their fingers together happily. All was quiet, until the first dress was shown. "Does yours look like that?" Roy asked.

"No!" Edward exclaimed, shuddering at the pale pink monstrosity Roy was referring to.

"Good," the man answered, sounding relieved. "That's hideous."

Ed thought that was the end of it, but every time a bride on the show tried a new dress, Roy would ask the same question. On the one hand, it was nice, because he didn't seem to like any, but on the other hand it was annoying as hell. "Roy, if you ask that one more time I'm cancelling the order and getting married naked."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

The man sighed. "Fine. I'll be quiet—I can't take the risk of anyone else seeing what's mine."

Blushing, Edward craned his neck to look Roy in the eye. "Possessive, aren't you?"

Nodding, Roy leaned down to press a kiss to Ed's lips. "I don't want anyone to steal you away."

For perhaps the first time, Edward willingly abandoned his show, rolling over in Roy's lap for easier access. "Anyone who tries to take me away from you gets castrated on the spot."

"Glad to hear it," Roy breathed, kissing him again, much more forcefully. Ed grinned, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and pulling himself up for match the pressure.

At this point, Say Yes to the Dress took the back seat to more exciting pursuits.