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It didn’t take them long to start planning. After going to JJ’s wedding, bot Yuri and Otabek decided that they wanted to have an actual ceremony. Obviously, they hadn’t told JJ that they were technically already married. That would have to wait until after the ceremony. Yuri wanted to record his reaction.
About a week after they got home from the wedding, which unfortunately had been in Canada (the literal other side of the world, as Yuri had pointed out), Otabek woke up to an empty bed.
He wandered out to the living to find Yuri awake and perched on the couch. He had a cup of coffee that he delicately held in both hands, his hair was in a messy bun and his laptop was on his thighs, illuminating his beautiful face.
“Yura, you’re up early.” Otabek smiled and sat down next to his husband, kissing his cheek. He was careful not to disturb the cup of coffee. “What are you looking at?”
Upon inspection of the screen, Otabek noticed there were multiple windows cascaded with images of weddings pulled up.
“I started think, and I couldn’t stop. There’s just… So much to plan, you know?” Yuri said, voice soft. It was clear that he had already been up for hours.
“Well, why don’t we take this one thing at a time, yeah?”
Yuri nodded and maximized one of the windows. It had invitations on it, and Otabek smiled.
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They don’t move for the rest of the day, not unless necessary. Yuri makes a quick breakfast for them, Otabek brings snacks and eventually lunch. They make dinner together and eat while they continue discussing their plans. They’re both still in their pajamas when nighttime rolls around again.
There are papers with ideas laying haphazardly across the floor, as well as some magazine clippings. They had finally decided to read the magazines that Viktor and Yuuri had got them, even if it was just a gag gift.
So far they had decided on a venue, the style of the invitations, the font on the placards that would say where everyone would sit, and hell, they had even decided the seating arrangement.
Yet here they were, still sitting on the couch hours after the sun had set, trying to pick a damn cake.
“Beka, look at this one.”
“I don’t know Yura, I still think this one is better.”
“Bekaaaaa, you didn’t even look!”
It was like this for about an hour before they decided on a cake that had neither been Yuri’s first choice or the choice that Otabek had so firmly been voting for. Then came the decision n flowers.
Oh how Yuri wished that this decision was an easy one, but then again why the fuck would it be?
“Why is this such a hard decision? Why do I care so much about flowers? Why are we doing this?” Yuri was rambling and was clearly frustrated.
Otabek smiled and kissed his cheek. “I don’t know, Yura, but let’s think about that tomorrow, okay? It’s very late. It’s past our bedtime and you’ve been up longer than me. Okay?”
“Okay, Beka.” Yuri smiled and kissed Beka sweetly. He was so lucky to have him as his husband.
They went to bed that night with too many thoughts of flower arrangements and just enough thoughts about each other.
FIN