Title: Against the rules
Chapter 49: Planning
AN: this chapter is short so i just added it on. I've officially finished writing this fanfiction. chapter 51 will be the last chapter. in the future I may do something more for this story but I have settled it and I feel like its enough.
for future possibilities it could be the marrage and possible children of the other characters.
I would like to thank you for all you guys have done for me, you've motivated me and this story has been a safe place for me to sit and not talk to anyone for hours so thank you for reading.
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Tracer's POV
"Let's start with attire and colours." Amélie says, putting a couple of magazines and notebooks on the table we're sat at in the dining Hall of the facility.
We decided that we was going to buy a place together when we get married so it would be a place for us to relax and be together as wives.
"I was thinking of wearing a suit." I say completely unsure of what Amélie's response would be. What if she wants me in a dress?
"Alright. I wanted to wear a dress." she says like an offhanded comment like it didn't matter what either of us wore.
Before I could ask further, Amélie had already wrote it down moving onto the next subject.
"What colours?" she opens a page in a magazine to give me some inspiration.
"Why not pale versions of orange and purple? It's what's on our engagement ring." I say, subconsciously rubbing said ring and twisting it around on my finger.
"That sounds like a good idea." She relays back to me before writing it down.
"Don't you want an input of what you want?" I ask. Surely she'd want some specifics.
"I would have told you if I wanted something different. I think your bow tie should have purple and I should have orange accents on my dress." she says, making note of it when I nod in agreement.
"You'll need to get your mop under control too." she says pointing the end of her pen to my hair to emphasise. I smile cheekily and nod.
"I'm not saying flatten it. I like it's perky nature, just make it look like you've tried to tame it slightly." she says, reaching a hand out to play with a strand of it for a moment.
"We'll have to learn how to dance properly too. I'm thinking that we do a traditional dance from each of our culture." she says, jotting down them notes too.
"I'll try Love. But I'll warn you now, I'm not the best dancer." I say, shifting closer to her and starting to feel more comfortable with this wedding planning.
"slow dance isn't that hard. I might show you how flexible I really am." she says winking softly. I gulp and stare at the table, imagining Amélie doing a dance for me and blinking hard to banish it only having bright crimson cheeks.
At this Amélie chuckles and wraps an arm around me, placing a kiss on my head.
"We still have flowers and cake to talk about." she whispers, kissing my forehead.
I frown softly, "Where are we having it?"
"The field that you could see when I proposed to you." She says softly and continues to jot notes down.
"You're such a softie." I mumble to her, pressing close to her side as I watch her scrawl down on the paper, admiring how her hand flows so gracefully.
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"Nit taystes goob." I say through a mouthful of cake, earning an amused look from Amélie.
Her finger comes up and brushes my lip, picking up a dollop of frosting that didn't quite make it. She plops the finger in her mouth and takes it off, nodding softly.
"It does indeed taste good." She says before placing a kiss on my chocolate flavoured lips. I start to struggle the cake down but manage it soon enough.
"Tell me what overcame you to think you could do that?" She asks, looking at the other cakes up for debate.
"Just because I've been practicing with my mouth so much recently." I say back with a catch in my voice winking at her sexily.
This got me a hefty blush across Amélie's cheeks and a tight handhold as Amélie moves us along to the next table.
We decided which cake would be best for us and submitted our order, being very specific with the fondant.
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Next was the flowers. And I was absolutely useless at this part.
Amélie gave the owner the colours we wanted and stepped aside as the florist picked out all the colours he had that matched our own.
"the iris flower could do very well." Amélie says, looking over at some light purple flowers before shifting to some roses. "And maybe light orange roses?" she asks the man.
Before too long, we placed our order and started to go home. Jesus this whole wedding thing was hard work.
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This was the last part of planning before our wedding tomorrow. It's the night we have to spend away from each other.
I'm sure Amélie will fuss over wedding stuff for a while before being told that it was all taken care of then she'll go read for the rest of the night.
Me? Well, I'm having a full fledged panic attack.
"What if she decides that she doesn't love me enough to marry me? What then!?" I yell at Ana, not meaning to be rude or impolite but wanting to understand what was happening and what I should do in the worse case scenario.
"That won't happen Lena." she says calmly, like this whole idea of it failing was pointless to think about.
"How do you know?" I ask, thinking of all the ways she could leave me on our special day.
"Because you both love each other very much. I see it every time you look at each other." she says calmly and I start to listen to her. The logic making sense.
"Lena, love is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You're lucky to have found it twice with the same woman. Don't let this worry stop your special day. You'll grow old together and possibly have a child. But whatever you're worrying about, don't. It's not worth it, you two will get married tomorrow and you'll never regret it."
I nod and move to where she was sat on the bed. I take a seat next to her and nestle my head on her shoulder.
"Thank you." I whisper to her.
"No problem child."