Crayola Colors

“What do you think about red?” Sara asked, pouring over one of those wedding magazines.

I shrugged, “You don’t really like red.” I was sitting behind her on our bed, not really looking at the magazine in her hand, but instead focusing on the way her hair fell. It was perfect without her even trying to make it perfect.

“It’s a good color though; it doesn’t have to be my favorite to be a good color. Look at these napkins.” She held the picture out to me and I admired them quietly.

We’d been engaged three weeks now, and now that we’d finally stopped constantly having sex about it, she was starting to plan it. It started about three days ago when she came home with all sorts of magazines and books, and I’d been amused by the whole thing, telling her we had a little time before she went bridezilla on me. But then she told me she wanted a March wedding, God know why, but she did, so we didn’t really have much time at all to plan it.

I was lucky she wasn’t bridezilla, and also lucky that so far I found the whole process fun. We hadn’t made a single decision yet, except location that it, well, location for the ceremony, not for the reception. We couldn’t exactly have the reception where we were having the ceremony because we were having it at the park. The one from our first date, where we picked up Cooper, and where we frequented for a good walk. The one with weeping willows, and where we had our first real kiss, not lust filled one, but one that happened because she cared about me. That had come easily; everything else was a little more difficult.

“Let’s go with something else.” I said as I kissed her neck slowly, pausing here and there at those weak points, the ones that made her shiver.

“Stop it.” She whispered breathlessly, “We have to make a decision today on color, everything else will be easier if we can do that.”

I wasn’t sure how true that was, but I didn’t mind doing more of this. I liked it, but I was still a little on that just engaged high, and I wasn’t ready to come down yet. “Blue. You love blue. Let’s go with blue.” I whispered back as I sucked on her pulse point gently.

“Dev.” She whimpered.

I hummed my curiosity into her neck, trying not to smirk in victory.

“I can’t focus with you doing this.” She leaned back into me, probably unable to help herself.

“Then stop focusing.” I nipped at the place where he neck met her shoulder.

“One decision and we can take a break.” She was trying to convince herself more than me at this point, but we were going to be married in a few months, so I couldn’t really say no. This must have been the shortest amount of time to plan a wedding ever.

I pulled away, and tightened my arms around her waist. “Okay, what decisions do you want to make before I whisk you away on the most glorious break ever?”

She took a deep breath, mostly to steady herself I think, before she spoke. “Colors.”

“Blue.” I answered without hesitation.

“Blue?”

“It’s your favorite color.”

“No it’s—”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Blue. We went over this, the day we took in Coop, I told you I knew it was blue, not red, you told me once a long time ago.”

I knew she was blushing without even looking. “Okay, so it’s blue.”

“So let’s go with blue.”

“And?”

“What do you mean and?” Was wedding planning always this weird?

“Two colors, blue and?”

“I don’t know, what looks nice with blue?” I asked, leaning forward slightly and resting my chin on her shoulder and my cheek against her neck so I could see the magazine. She didn’t answer, instead she flipped through the book some more until I said, “Wait, there.”

“What?”

“The table, there.” It was a strip of cloth going down the center of the table, a bright blue with brown paisley on it. “Brown.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, and I was starting to get worried when she said, “One decision down, a hundred more to go.”

“Break time?” I asked with a smile, I felt like a kid who was finally able to have a piece of candy.

She laughed happily, a sound I don’t think I could ever tire of hearing, and then she turned her head to kiss me deeply. “Break time.”

We were laying on the bed, naked, the magazine haphazardly tossed across the room like our clothes. The sheet was draped across us to keep in a little warmth.

“You know, it was only half of a decision.” She said.

“What do you mean? You said it was a decision.” I frowned, not fully understanding.

“I couldn’t handle any more time without you naked. And we need to pick shades.”

“What shades of blue are there?” I asked, letting my finger trail along her collarbone and I propped myself up on my elbow so I could look at her better.

“Navy, midnight, sky, ocean, I don’t know. Crayola crayon colors?” Sara bit her lip as I let my finger drag over a freckle on her breast. “How do you do this to me?” She whispered.

“What is your favorite Crayola blue color? And do what?” I ran a blunt thumbnail over her nipple and she shivered.

“I don’t know what my favorite is, and how do you make me want you so much in so many ways?” She groaned and arched her back up off the bed.

I smirked and leaned down, kissing just above her nipple. “Want to know what I think of when I think of blue?”

“Yes.” She whimpered as I brushed my bottom lip over a pert nipple.

“Tiffany blue. I don’t know why really, I just do. Little blue box.”

“I like that color.” She thread fingers in my hair, pulling me back up to her lips. “So Tiffany blue and a dark brown?”

“I like that idea.”

“Good, not shut up and do something about this.” She whined as she bucked her hips up against me.

I chuckled, “We will never get anything done at this rate.” And then I answered her demands and ‘did something about that’.

Once again, we were laying on the bed after spectacular sex and she spoke. “One decision. What’s next?”

“Dresses? Suits? Bridesmaids and groomsmen?”

“Let’s go with where to have the reception first.” Sara said with a laugh.

“Oh, right.” I thought about it for a few minutes, focusing mostly on the park where we were having the ceremony. And then it came to me. “How about the art gallery.”

“What?”

“The art gallery, where we went on our first date. It’s big, I know you can rent it out, we can ask for artwork to be put up relating to marriage and love or something, and they have that huge room where we can put in some tables and chairs and stuff in there. Come on, it’ll be perfect.”

I could see the smile forming on her face. “We can ask, I don’t know if they’ll want us to use it like that and put in a small stage and bar area, but we can ask.”

“They’ll say yes, I know it. How can they say no to such a love story? We beat all the odds, didn’t we? I mean, we had everything working against us, and we’re still here.”

“It’s crazy.”

“It really is.” I murmured and kissed her cheek before sitting up and looking for that magazine. “We should get back to work.”

There was so much work in planning a wedding. It was a lot of fun at first, and then it became work. Like cake tasting? That was work, even for a pastry student, especially for a pastry student. I work with cake all day, and then come home and taste cakes, it becomes tedious and they were all good, so I don’t know why we had to keep trying so many.

“Do you like this one?” Sara had picked up a couple sample slices from the bakery we were using and was now sitting at the table with me trying them all. It was nice to do this at home with her, but I would rather have just stayed home with her having nothing to do. It did need to be done though, we didn’t have long to do this. We had booked the art gallery and gotten someone to marry us for the 19th of March, and so we didn’t have much time to make all of our decisions. Cake was one of those decisions.

“It’s good.”

“You’ve said that about the last three.” Sara said, looking up at me with a grin.

I smiled back. “The last three have been good too.”

She sighed. “We’re not getting anywhere, are we?”

“Sure we are.”

“No we’re not.”

“No,” I said, laughing, “no, not really. Here, chocolate or vanilla?”

She thought about it for a minute, “Chocolate.”

“Okay, red velvet or traditional chocolate?” Contrary to popular belief, red velvet was a chocolate cake, it just used buttermilk and food dye.

She bit her lip as she thought about this one. “Regular chocolate.”

“Ok, buttercream, fondant, marzipan, what do you want?”

“Fondant on top of buttercream.”

I laughed and said, “Mostly because fondant tastes like cardboard.”

“It’s beautiful though.”

“Hence the buttercream underneath, so that people can peel it off after admiring it and having delicious cake.”

She smiled. “Right.”

“Okay, so how about this one?” I pushed a plate with the cake we had been talking about to her and she smiled as she took a bite.

“This one.” She said.

“One step closer.” I felt a grin cross my face.

We were lying on the bed again, this time not after sex surprisingly enough, this time Sara was wearing my sweater and I was in a t-shirt and sweatpants as we cuddled and watched a movie.

I bit my lip as I thought about the one thing that had been bothering me for easily a week now.

“Baby?” Sara said quietly.

“Hmm?” I was still in my thoughts, barely hearing Sara.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

“Sorry.” I mumbled, trying to pull myself away from the thought.

“Don’t be, just tell me what’s wrong.” She said, wrapping an arm around me and resting her head against chest.

“It’s nothing.” I whispered, when it certainly was something. A big something.

“Tell me. Please.” She said quietly.

I sighed heavily. “It’s kids. I mean, I don’t think I want them, but I think that you might. I don’t think I could be a mom, I don’t think I could be any good at that. I mean, kids? I’m not that person. But I want to be with you more than anything, and what if you want kids? What if you need kids? What if I can’t give you what you need?” Once I got started, I couldn’t stop.

“I’ve never really thought about kids. Maybe one day, I don’t know. As for you being a mom, I think you’d be good at it.”

“I just…I love you, but I don’t want kids, and one day you might want them. What will I do then?” I asked, my heart continuing to speed up as I talked.

“We’ll talk about it then. Dev, I love you, and we’re going to come across other things. I don’t think that kids will be necessary for me, so long as we have some little nieces and nephews maybe, the fact that I haven’t thought about it means that it’s not something that I currently need in my life. And maybe, one day, you won’t be so against it. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so let’s not freak out about it today. Please? We can talk about it more on a day where we need to talk about it more.”

“Yeah…alright.”

“I’m not against the idea, and you wouldn’t be a bad mom, but let’s take some time before we talk about it some more. I don’t need to get pregnant and start popping out babies now, or maybe even ever, so let’s not talk about it now, okay?”

“What if one day it comes down between staying with you and having kids or leaving you and not having kids? What do I choose?”

“Whichever one you feel most strongly about then. Baby, you’re thinking too much right now. I’m in love with you, and I’m not against kids, but I’m not planning on it, ok? You’re enough of a child for me.” She said with a laugh to try and break the awkwardness that had grown in the room.

“Ok.” I mumbled, not completely at ease with the whole thing, but Sara did what she always did and made me feel better, at least a little bit better.

“I love you.” She said.

“I love you too, Sara, so much.” I whispered.

I was at the bar a few nights later, talking about how Sara had gone dress shopping and wouldn’t let me come along.

“You’re not supposed to see the dress dumbass.” She said as she cast a look up at Luce who was watching her with a lust filled gaze.

“Ew, stop eyeing each other like that, wait until you take her home to do all of those things you’re thinking about. As for the dress, how can I know what color my tie should be if I can’t see the dress.” I groaned as I missed the ball I was aiming for completely.

“Don’t worry about that, she’ll pick it out for you. What are the colors?”

“Tiffany blue and brown.”

“Nice. She pick out her Maid of Honor and bridesmaids yet?”

“Yeah, most of them, she just has to ask her Maid of Honor. I have all my ‘groomsmen’, but I need to ask my Best Man.”

“You gonna ask Caleb tomorrow?” She didn’t look at me, but I could her a slightly injured tone in her voice as she said it.

“Well, not Best Man so much as Best Woman. Jan, Caleb is my brother, and he always will be, but you are my best friend. And always will be. You have been with me through thick and thin, and I want you to be my Best Woman because, well, you’re the best woman I know. So, what do you say? You wanna plan my bachelor’s party and make a big speech at my wedding?”

Jan looked up at me, a huge smile plastered on her face. “Damn, Dev, I thought you’d never ask.”

“That a yes?”

“That’s a hell yes.” She said as she came over to me and pulled me into a tight, bro hug.

“Good, because I already told Sara you said yes because she kept asking if I had asked you yet.”

Jan laughed, “Don’t start lying to her now!”

“Well, you said yes now, so I don’t have to lie next time.”

She pulled away and said, with a big smile, “So I’m the best woman you know?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you won’t be hearing it again now that you’ve said you’ll do it.”

“I guess I should start on that Bachelor’s party.”

“Yeah, I guess you should.” I said with a laugh, “Now take your shot before I take another one in your name.”

Jan got ready to take her shot, and then she looked up at me, “You’re the best woman I know too Dev, you’re my best friend.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks, man.”

She looked back to the table. “Doesn’t mean I don’t plan to embarrass you at your wedding though.”

I groaned outwardly, but on the inside I was almost as happy as when Sara said yes, but a different type of happy. “I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.”

“Also, put me down for plus one, I’m taking Luce.”

“She’s already invited, invitations go out tomorrow.”

“Well put me next to her.”

I laughed, “She’s one of the bridesmaids.”

“I guess I can keep that whole tradition of Best Man sleeping with a bridesmaid alive then.” She said with a grin.

“Not at the wedding, I’ve got plans.”

“Sure, sure.”

And then there was the clack of pools balls hitting one another and for another hour or so we played pool and laughed and talked about the wedding. A Best Woman and a future bride talking about everything and anything. It was a night that I would remember for the rest of my life.

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