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“Oookay, I think it’s way too early for that much pacing, mister.”
“Hm?”
Roman looked up from his binder as if broken out of a trance and Patton had to stifle a chuckle. Ever since the proposal, Roman had been swept up in a whirlwind of vision boards, checklists, and everything else wedding planning — that morning had been no different.
Though judging by the wild look in his eyes and how he dug his nails into the leather-bound cover, Roman probably would’ve paced their carpet to the ground if Patton hadn’t stopped him.
“C’mon,” he took Roman’s arm and gently pulled him towards the couch, carefully balancing the mug in his other hand.
“Alright, honey,” he said as he handed the other a cup of hot chocolate. “How about we put the binder aside for a little bit and you tell me what’s got you so nervous, hm?”
Roman sighed and pushed his hair back.
“Well- I was looking through some venues I thought were absolutely gorgeous, but then I realized to book a venue you need to know the amount of guests so I started writing down the guest list. But it’s been a while since I’ve seen everyone, and you know my family’s big, so I had to start texting people and figuring out how to send out the invites, and then my brother texts me and asks if I need help with the wedding planning, and I love Remus, you know that, but I have to give him something to do that won’t turn out a complete disaster and—”
“Okay, I think I see what’s going on,” Patton cut Roman off, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re very excited about this, honey, but if you try to do everything at the same time you’ll tie yourself up in knots. You have a checklist, don’t you?”
Roman nodded, taking a sip of his drink.
“So let’s follow that, one thing at a time.” Patton smiled, opening the binder to the ‘to-do’ page and pointing to one of the first items. “Let me write down the guest list, with the addresses and everything, since that’s stressing you out. Then you can write and decorate the invites.”
“Are you sure?”
Patton chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.
“Honey, it’s my wedding too.”
“I guess so,” Roman rolled his eyes, though the sarcasm was broken by the snort that followed it. “…Sorry, darling, I really didn’t mean to exclude you, just— tunnel vision.”
“Don’t worry, I know how you get,” Patton teased, coming up to wrap his arms around Roman’s shoulders and nuzzle his cheek. “My beautiful fiancé with his head stuck in the clouds.”
In response, Roman stuck out his tongue adorably and Patton couldn’t resist pressing a kiss onto his hair.
“…And about Remus,” Patton said. “We could always send my brother to keep him on track. Should prevent any disasters.”
“If you think that’d prevent disasters you got another thing coming.”
“What? You think Virgil can’t handle wrangling your brother?”
Roman huffed.
“It’s not Remus I’m worried about.”
“…Is this about last halloween?”
“Your brother is a menace and you know it!”
He wasn't wrong, Patton had to admit that. When he and Roman started dating Virgil had, in true older brother fashion, antagonized Roman quite a bit, which ended up both parts sweet and infuriating. Though with time any animosity had morphed into his weird way of showing affection, which consisted mostly of texting Roman memes at 4 a.m. and making elaborate plans to scare the crap out of him.
So yeah, maybe Patton could see how setting him loose with chaos incarnate, Remus, might be a bad idea.
“… We’ll think about it. Now! How about you show me those pinterest boards you’ve got saved up?”
Roman smiled bright as day as he pulled up the pictures, and as he rambled about color schemes and decorations, all Patton could focus on was the radiant glow that shone through when Roman was in his element.
He really couldn’t wait to marry him.