notsincere (notsincere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-06 07:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cinderella's prince, rosemarie hathaway |
Who: Rose Hathaway and Tom Prince
When: Recently
Where: Their Place
What: Wedding Planning stuff, the house they bid on was accepted
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Rose honestly couldn’t believe how well things were going. Tom had proposed to her, they had picked a house, and their offer had been accepted! He had called her while she was at the gym and on her way home she had stopped by the bookstore. She may have come home with an armful of books about decorating and weddings, oops. After pulling her car into the garage she entered the house and called out to him, “Tom? Are you home?”
Hey, Tom didn’t mind the wedding planning stuff so much. So long as he wasn’t the one who had to do the planning? He could hire a planner, if that’s what she wanted to do. But it seemed like she was having fun with it all. So far, anyway.
He was at the desk in his bedroom when she came home, working through some paperwork for the office. Having a big house meant he might have an office at home to himself--that’d be wonderful to get some work done away from the office. “Yeah?” He called out. “In here!”
Her shoes were kicked off by the door and she padded along the floor as she followed his voice. She turned into the bedroom and smiled, leaning against the door frame, “Hey there, handsome. I picked up a couple magazines on the way home. One for the wedding and one for the new house.” Her voice picked up in excitement when she mentioned the house and moved from the door over to him. She set them down on the desk and maneuvered to push him back from the desk slightly so she could sit in his lap.
Tom was more than willing to let her wriggle between himself and the desk, lifting his arms to wrap them around her. “Oh?” He asked, bringing his nose to nuzzle into her shoulder. “Wedding planning, house furnishing… when did we get to be so domestic?” He asked, smirking softly. It was completely unlike him to do these things. But he was having the time of his life.
The nose against her shoulder made her giggle and squirm playfully against him, “I have no idea. I feel like I need an adult or something. How in the world could we be doing this? I’m supposed to just run around eating candy all day or something.” She was enjoying this time a lot, but it still felt completely surreal. It almost made her feel like she was getting more mature, but that couldn’t possibly be happening.
“The house isn’t a big deal.” Tom had enough money that they could play house all they wanted. He had a great job, too, and suspected that she had a wonderful fashion sense--they could decorate any way they wanted. “It’s the rest of it that’s freaking me out a little.” He gave her a playful squeeze to show he was teasing.
“C’mon, let’s go figure out something for dinner?”
“We’ve changed a lot, it’s bound to be a little scary,” she admitted to him even if he was just teasing. They were both 180 degrees from where they were when they first started hooking up. It wasn’t a horrible thing either, but it wasn’t what she had been expecting to blossom from this relationship, “But you’re just lucky that I love you. But sure, we can get dinner figured out.”
Tom gave a hearty laugh. “I’m just lucky, am I?” He asked, grinning. His arms tightened around her again for a squeeze, then he pulled himself up to his feet, helping her gently to hers. “I think I’ve got some chicken. Just think of it… in a few weeks we’ll have a house and we can barbeque.” Couldn’t exactly do that in a condo, with only a tiny patio’s worth of outdoor space.
"Yup, all luck. You are not charming or attractive," the teasing was her favorite part of their relationship. When she got up she squeezed his hand and held onto it as they made their way to the kitchen, "You can do up the backyard as manly as you want to. I bet your parents would love to come over more often. And speaking of your parents....your mother emailed me a list of over 200 people she wants invited to the wedding."
Tom chuckled softly. “I’d have to be at least a little charming or attractive to get a beautiful girl like you to even consider marrying me.” He lifted her hand twined with his, and kissed the back of it. “I’ll do it up, then.”
They entered the kitchen just as Rose was bringing up Tom’s mother. He raised an eyebrow. “Did she?” He was glad that his mother got along with Rose, even if his father wasn’t convinced.
“Yes…..Tom, over 200 people. That’s insanity. I don’t even know 200 people, much less want that many people at my wedding. You’re going to have to help me go through the list. You can’t possibly personally know everyone on that list,” it had honestly shocked her when she saw it. Maybe Tom was made of money and she was sitting nicely, but that was insane.
“I’m a little surprised it’s not more, actually,” Tom said. “We’ll get the list out and go through it, but… it’s highly likely that I know all of them.” He added it, apologetically. “How big were you planning on making the wedding?”
“Tooooooooom,” she drew his name out with a slight whine behind it. This was not what she was expecting at all, “I wasn’t expecting big. I mean, your mom may even grow the list. I was thinking maybe like 50 people? I don’t know a lot of people around here. A lot of my friends live on the east coast, so I doubt they’d bother coming this way.”
“I’m sorry,” Tom said, shaking his head a little. “It kinda comes with the name. It’s gonna be a big affair. We could do something private, intimate, just you and me and friends. And then have the big party to appease my mother.” He suggested. It’d be the best of both worlds, right?
But he was a Prince. There was going to be a spectacle.
“You are so lucky that you’re cute,” Rose reached up to squeeze his cheeks with her hands before leaning in and giving him a kiss. They would work something out - they had a bit of time before they were going to get married. Things were slowly falling into place for them and she couldn’t be any happier, “Alright, let’s get to cooking.”