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“Because it’s the day my parents announced that they were getting a divorce.”
I feel my eyebrows shoot up. “You want to get married on the day your parents told you they were getting a divorce?”
That’s a little weird? I know his relationship with Roy is getting better with each passing day, but getting married on that day seems a little much.
“No,” Blake says, reaching to run his thumb between my eyebrows. “I want to get married on the day that my best friend told me that she will love me always and always, hockey or no hockey.”
A small gasp leaves me.
That night has always been a prominent moment between the two of us, and it’s something I remember constantly. The fact that I do, makes me wonder how I forgot such an important date.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of getting married that day. It’s a special one for us and it fits our story so perfectly.
“Okay, let’s get married September 1st,” I say to him, giving him a grin.
“Fuck yeah.” Instead of kissing me, he non-discretely places his hands against my ass and gives me a good squeeze.
I can’t even reprimand him for groping me in public, especially where his parents and grandparents are, because I realize he never said which September he wants to get married. He just said the month, not the year and currently we are in June and September is less than three months away.
“Wait, September of this year or next?” I ask, crossing my fingers that he says next, because no way will we be able to pull off a wedding this September.
“Did you not hear me when I said that I don’t want to wait any longer? Yes, September of this year.” He rolls his eyes at me like I’m the crazy one.
Instantly panic runs through my body.
Two months.
He wants to plan a wedding in two months?!
“Are you insane?!” I ask, the dancing completely forgotten.
“Baby, when it comes to you, always,” he says, throwing me a wink, bringing my body closer to his and continues moving us.
Dancing is the last thing on my mind.
As Blake spins us, my mind starts to panic-create a list of everything we need to be able to pulls this off.
I need a dress.
We need to find a caterer.
Fine tune the guest list.
Find him a tux.
Find a venue. Oh my god! We need to find a venue!
What is the possibility that this venue has availability? It’s nice. I’m sure they would be happy to have another Jacobi wedding. It’s in California, though, we have no ties California.
But right now, I can’t be picky.
Oh my god, is this how my parents felt when we were planning my quinceañera? Because this is stressful as fuck.
I’m in the middle of putting together color pallets in my head, when Blake places a finger under my chin and brings my face up so that I can look up into his icy blue eyes.
“Soph, baby, relax. We will handle everything tomorrow. For right now, let’s just enjoy each other. Tomorrow we’ll think about our future.”
Tomorrow.
