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Plans
He flinched as his phone crashed onto his face. It was, unfortunately, not the first time that had happened tonight.
He glanced down beside him. Mathew was still tucked between the back of their old couch and his side. He was breathing deeply. His eyelids were fluttering every so often. He had fallen asleep halfway into the movie and showed no signs of waking up any time soon.
Lars sighed and pulled up the website again. It was the fifth florists’ site he’d visited today. The light from his phone was starting to burn his eyes. He’d been staring at it for hours. They all looked the same, every website, every floral arrangement, and every price tag.
The ceiling fan spun. The pages of a nearby notebook fluttered in the artificial breeze. A red binder sat unaffected on their kitchen table. It was thin. The only pages inside pertained to their wedding venue. That at least was an easy decision. There was never going to be any other place he would be married in besides where his parents had married.
Everything else, that was turning out to be harder. There were so many decisions to be made and each one of them had to be the perfect choice. Mathew deserved a perfect day dedicated to him. Not only that but he had to make sure everything before and after was as painless as possible. He knew that wedding plan could be stressful and expensive. So, it was up to him.
“What are you doing?”
Mathew looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. His hand lazily stroked along his chest. Lars pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Helping.”
“With what?”
“Wedding.”
Mathew lifted his head. “Really? How?” Lars tilted his phone for Mathew to see. “Flowers?”
“You’ve been working very hard.” There was no debate about that. Mathew had been picking up shifts. At first it was for rings. Now it was for the wedding.
Mathew settled back down. “Tulips,” he said with certainty.
“Tulips?”
“They’re your favorite, aren’t they? They’ll be more available in the spring. So, that’s when we can get married. Is red and white ok with you?” When Lars nodded Mathew laughed. He was perfect. He knew him so well and was so kind. Plus, he apparently knew Lars like the back of his hand.
“So, there’s a season, flowers, and colors. Stop worrying. None of the details matter. We could get married in a leaky bus stop and it wouldn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that we’re getting married. Besides it’s a partnership. I’m here to help you.”
There was a lot of things Lars could say to that. He could declare Mathew’s perfection. He could swear his love and affection for all his life and beyond. But he was a man of few words and action. So he pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. He was making the best decision of his life.