Wedding Planning in Massachusetts :
Claire's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sunlight filtering through sheer curtains. Her arm reached out, encountering warm skin and messy hair. As awareness seeped in, she found Jack, his face peaceful in sleep. A surge of happiness washed over Claire; this wasn't a dream, he was truly hers.
His eyes flickered open, revealing a vibrant hazel, that still took her breath away. "Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep. His signature smile sent shivers down her spine as their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, a kiss that conveyed the deep, unyielding connection and fervent promises between them.
"The best morning," Claire murmured against his lips, nuzzling closer. Here, with Jack's heartbeat under her ear, was her absolute favorite place. Fingers tangled in her hair, he held her close, peppering kisses along her forehead.
As they reluctantly pulled apart, Jack brushed a stray lock of hair from Claire's face, tucking it lovingly behind her ear. "I still can't believe this is real," he said, beaming at the sparkling diamond solitaire adorning her ring finger. "Soon, you'll be my wife, the love of my life, my partner in all things." Claire felt her heart swell at the adoration in his voice, at the warmth in his gaze. "And you'll be my husband," she replied, her voice a soft whisper, her breath mingling with his. "I love you so much, Jack. This is all I've ever wanted.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, Jack glanced at the clock and reluctantly extricated himself from her embrace. "We should start getting ready" Claire nodded, slowly disentangling herself from his inviting arms, feeling the loss of his warmth with a reluctant sigh. They dressed leisurely, stealing affectionate glances and lingering touches, savoring the erotic spark that still flickered between them, even after all this time.
Claire and Jack stood next to the kitchen table, surrounded by wedding magazines and brochures filled with venues and caterers she brought from Minnesota, with handwritten lists of the wedding details. The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as they pored over their options.
Jack came up behind her, his chest pressed against her back, his arms encircling her waist, his lips caressing her ear. "Have you thought about the North Shore for the venue?" Jack suggested, pointing to a stunning lakeside estate in the brochures. "It's beautiful this time of year."
Claire's eyes lit up at the suggestion, imagining exchanging vows against the backdrop of the sparkling blue waters. "That's perfect," she agreed, leaning in to kiss Jack's cheek.
Jack grinned as he joined her at the table, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Claire's excitement. "It looks perfect, just like you," he replied, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"Okay, let's finalize the guest list," Claire muttered to herself, scrolling through the notebook with a list of names. She added Jack's parents, Molly, and all the players from the Olympic team, making sure not to forget anyone who had been a part of their journey. "Is there anyone else you want to add?" Claire asked. " I think you got everyone," Jack answered.
Together, they spent the afternoon planning every detail of their Minnesota wedding, from the floral arrangements to the menu, their excitement growing with each decision made.