Warren and Bobbi - Last night
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xp_logs In Which Warren bungles things and Bobbi still loves him somehow
"Hon did you see where I put my earrings?" Bobbi shouted out as she dashed around their bedroom, partially dressed with a heel in one hand while circling their messy bed to scoop up the other one.
Laying them both on the bed, she readjusted the belt around her waist, straightening her skirt. She tugged the bedsheets up in a half-assed attempt to make up the bed, then paused when she saw one of the earrings under the blanket next to the panties she'd been wearing. Lifting those up revealed the other earring.
"...never miiiiiind," she sang out, plucking them up and taking the undergarments to toss into their hamper. "We did not waste any time earlier, did we?" she muttered to herself but with a smile on her lips as she sat and put the reunited shoes on.
Warren half-looked up from his phone, but didn't bother responding. After 4 (four?!) years of living together, he'd learned long ago that Bobbi talked for the sake of talking. It was how she processed things, and he was happy to let her do that. He tuned her out most of the time when she did this. It was almost like background noise. Plus, what earrings? How many earrings had he bought her over the years and why would he even remember which ones she was talking about?
They'd both agreed that their bedroom was off-limits to the cleaning staff which meant it was absolute chaos at all times. Not that it really mattered anyways. Their room was where they slept, cuddled, and fucked. Why did it need to be anything more?
Wait, did he put 'cuddle' before 'fuck'? He really was getting old. And domesticated. Gross.
"Are you ready to go now?," he called out, stretching his neck. They had some sort of a dinner party to attend. He wasn't entirely sure what the foundation was for or what disease they were fundraising to cure. He also didn't know if he wanted to even go, but as president of WI - Europe division, he had to make an appearance so he could justify all the money that he had. Or something. Honestly, it was the last thing on his mind and if he could have pawned it off on someone else, he would have. He still wished he had Jolene here; he'd never found another assistant nearly as efficient as her. Marie just didn't cut it at, always balking on the whole 'I'm not here to do your personal agendas, M. Worthington.'
Except this. Because she loved Bobbi probably more than he did.
"Oh and did you get that email from Marie? The one with the wedding details? I need you to look it over before I sign that contract."
Heels on, she got to her feet and started putting one of the earrings on as she headed out into the living room. "Almost, just need to get these on, grab my purse, then I'm good to go," Bobbi confirmed. She turned to look at one of the many ornate mirrors that littered their place, fiddling with her hair a little before working on earring number two. "And I don't remember reading any e-mail like that, unless she sent it earlier today..." She hadn't checked her e-mail yet and it sounded like something about a wedding would stand out.
"...who's getting married again? Do we have a gift for them yet? Or wait, you were gonna let me do it, right? God, Warren, I don't even know who to shop for, seriously..." she sighed, finally getting the last earring in and turning to cross her arms and scowl at him. But, like almost every single time she ever got mad at him, it dissipated almost as quickly. Doing a little twirl, she held her arms out. "How do I look?"
"Like you," he responded, grinning back at her. Didn't matter how many times he looked at her, he would always find her beautiful and desirable. "So hot as fuck, obviously." He tapped his fingers against his phone for a moment before standing up and slipping it into his pocket. He was already dressed in a casual Prada suit but decided to forgo the jacket. It was hot enough with the harness and he didn't want to bother with a jacket. People were used to his 'physical deformity' anyways, and he realized that he was done caring what others thought....which of itself was strange.
"And we're getting married. Did you forget what that ring on your finger means? Marie found a few wedding planners that she thinks you'd like, but you have the final say of course. I liked the one with the ridiculous name ... Paisley? Burberry? Something fabric-y anyways. She seems the most efficient with a limitless budget."
"Right answer," she said, pointing at him and winking. Bobbi headed toward a huge walk-in closet by the front entrance where she usually dumped her purses, amongst many other things, and found one that matched her outfit. She slowed her steps as she exited because, no, she hadn't heard him correctly. She couldn't have, because...
"...are you fucking kidding me?" she asked when she was finally able to speak again. "I mean, I know what this means," Bobbi said, holding her left hand up and out, the light bouncing off the gigantic rock on her engagement ring nearly blinding them both. "But I've had it for, what, how many years now? And you've never actually talked about following through with it, but now you've decided that's what you want?" The pitch of her voice raised higher and higher to dangerous levels every few syllables and she shook her left hand for emphasis as well.
"And you have Marie e-mail me about it? SERIOUSLY?!" That part had escaped her for a moment but once she recalled it her voice reached its crescendo and she threw her purse at him from across the room.
Only years of experience had Warren expertly dodging the purse. The same amount of experience also finally kicked in and he realized that he probably went around this the wrong way. "First of, your pitch is going to break the glass and I don't feel like getting that replaced tonight, and secondly ...... I can see why you're upset but babe, come on -- we've been engaged forever because I thought you were waiting for me to finally be able to say the words 'I do' without choking and I think I finally can. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He gave a tentative smile. "I can finally promise you that I will forever follow your rules and be open and honest and continue doing what we do because we're awesome. Shouldn't you be happier right now?"
He was wisely going to ignore the Marie thing.
While Warren was certainly very agile, Bobbi was totally going to attribute that miss to her rage and not to any skill on his part whatsoever. She clenched her hands into tightly balled fists and cracked her knuckles, and was preeeetty sure one of her eyes was twitching now. Just a smidgeon.
"You can -" she started, then shook her head and actually laughed. Not a mirthful, delightful chuckle, but a cackle, a bark. "You can see why I'm 'upset,' you say? Is that the word you landed on there, Warren, on 'upset?' Didn't think 'miffed,'" she said, plucking out one earring, "or 'annoyed,'" then out came the other, "would be quiiiite enough, so you went all the way up to 'upset?'" she asked, arms waving in the air with each new word. "Did you consider, oh, I dunno, how about fucking FURIOUS?!" she screamed, kicking her heels off and into the closet with a BANG THUMP as they hit the wall.
"You know what, I... I can't. I cannot, not right now," she said, volume returning to somewhat normal, the removal of the heels almost indicative of her deflating and shrinking back down in the face of this news. "I..." Bobbi's mouth hung agape for another beat before she shook her head and went back into the bedroom, door slamming shut behind her.
Even the dog looked unimpressed with him right now. Ka-Zar gave him the haughtiest look before sauntering off to his plush dog bed, relaxing down with a little boof and continuing to glare at him. Warren didn't even know dogs could glare.
"I probably could have handled that better, huh boy?" There was a time when Warren would have probably argued back, or at least stormed off himself to get drunk, high or a combination of both until he finally came crawling back home, pleading and whining in his stupor to be forgiven. Instead, he was on a strict diet of only alcohol and pot, and only when he had no work or anything else to do. Apologizing seemed like something that was on that list too though. Fuck. Walking towards the window, he leaned his head on his arm, and looked outside. The grass needed to be cut, and Warren made a mental note to call the landscaper before realizing that maybe he just needed to be outside. Outside was good. Right?
Bobbi had picked them the perfect house, even if it wasn't the one he would have chosen. He liked the stark look while she wanted something unique and homey. A castle built in 1300 hadn't seem cozy to him, but after all this time, it was. It still amused him that he had a literal courtyard to walk through, replete with its own well and cobblestones. It was ridiculous and expensive and exactly what they needed when they left New York. In that time, Warren had managed to rebuild his reputation, to indulge only with strict approval, and he was fully re-inherited. There was even talk that his father was thinking of letting him back in his old position for the North American branch, which surprised Warren. Warren Jr. was not one for forgiveness.
Well. This Warren could admit now when he was wrong, and he could also be ridiculous and romantic now. With an idea in mind, he went outside, Ka-Zar at his heels, and he walked around the house until he came under their bedroom window. Thankfully, it was still open or else this would have never worked. Clearing his throat, he called out: "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Bobbi is the sun. And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!" He paused. "My love that I probably should have mentioned I wanted to officially marry sometime sooner rather than later."
Her first thought in retreating to the bedroom was to throw herself back into bed and just... Bobbi didn't know. She was too mad to cry, she'd already screamed at him, and she really wasn't sure what to do now. A small, quiet part of her knew that it was a good thing that he wanted to finally get married, but to not tell her, to actively talk to other people about it while not even asking her about it, it was just a bit much for her to process. She stared down at the ring on her left hand, turning her palm upward and downward, remembering the day he'd given it to her.
Then she looked around the room, this beautiful bedroom in their amazing home, all of it in a place she'd never even dreamed she could visit, let alone live. She knew she had a great life and that it was all due to him, not just because of the money but because of their relationship. Because of them. For some reason, they worked, even if he drove her absolutely bonkers at times. Ok, a lot of the time.
Sighing, she got to her feet and hugged herself, pacing the room and looking to the balcony... which was when she heard a voice outside. His voice. Her eyes rolled as she recognized the soliloquy but it wasn't totally unromantic. Silly, yes, and cheesy as hell, but... not totally unromantic. So she grabbed a shrug off a nearby chaise and slid it over her shoulders, heading out on the balcony and leaning her arms on the railing. Chin in hand, she waited for him to finish, arching an eyebrow before adding laconically, "Y'know how that one ends, yeah?" There was a small smirk on her face though.
"And... yeah, a heads up would've been nice," she confirmed with a small nod, the anger subsided now, but some confusion and doubt still lingered. "I just... didn't think you wanted that. And I was cool with that, but to have it just... I don't know," she said, still struggling to put it into words.
"It ends dramatically and terribly, which are two words to describe me," he quipped back. Unbuttoning his shirt, he quickly shrugged off his harness, and spread out his wings. He definitely appreciated the fact that they had no close neighbours. Even though Europe was much more relaxed on the whole mutant thing, he still didn't like flaunting anything. It seemed like it would come back to haunt him at some point and didn't he have enough skeletons in his closet at this point? Or demons. Whatever. With a few flaps, he was in the air, hovering right by the balcony so that he could see right into her eyes. It was effortless to stay in one place, but of course, his stupid heart was beating fast. This was worse than when he proposed ...although to be fair, the proposal was more 'I got you a very shiny ring that you will die when you find out the price so just wear it and know that I love you'.
"You've literally never asked me for anything. This house, the ring, the credit cards, all of it -- I give it to you, and you don't ask and you're amazing. Do you know how hard it is to find someone like you? 6 years, and this is still good even though I keep fucking up. I know you've already forgiven me here, and that's mindblowing to me. I don't deserve you at all. So I want to marry you." He tilted his head. "And I want to do it in New York. I want our friends there, so I can rub it in their faces. I am motivated by spite and I am okay with that." He drifted closer to her and put his hands gently on the sides of her face before leaning in to brush his lips across hers. "But if you want to stay engaged forever, and not have to have the countless arguments with my parents about how I don't want a pre-nup...then that's fine too. Just don't leave me."
Still leaning against the railing, Bobbi tried hard to keep a bemused look on her face, honestly, she did, but seeing Warren fly always did have an Effect on her. And he knew it, of course, but she managed to keep her expression to a slight smirk, which took a great effort. "I don't deserve any of this, either, and you're right, I didn't ask for it. And I'm grateful for it," she hastened to add, "all of it, but all I want - all I need is you, doofus."
And then he kissed her and, well. She was only so strong, after all. Her eyes fluttered close and she reached out to put one of her hands over his, sighing happily against his lips, then licking hers after they pulled away, leaving her eyes closed for another beat or two.
"I don't want to stay engaged forever, no," she continued. "I just want you to want it as much as I do. Not just a box to tick or... or a contract to sign, or something for Marie to arrange and get off your to-do list." Bobbi stroked his cheek as she looked him eye to eye, her smile widening a little. "And I know you don't really feel that way, buuuut do you see why asking Marie to e-mail me about meeting wedding planners probably wasn't the best way to broach the topic?"
She booped him gently, a much more gentle reproach than hurling her purse at him earlier had been, oops.
"Yeah.... I can see that," he murmured against her. "I promise to try not to spend the rest of our lives together fucking up just like I've been promising forever and a half."
He pulled back a little, accepted the noise boop with a smile. " you're too good to me, Barbara Morse. This will be the wedding of your dreams.... I just have one request .... Can it be in New York?"
"Honestly, I don't know if I can imagine having it anywhere else," she said. "I mean, I could imagine it somewhere else, but not without all our friends and family being there with us, which is kinda the point of a big wedding, yeah?" Not that Warren couldn't afford to fly anyone they wanted anywhere they wanted, but that wouldn't be the same.
"So... yes. I will marry you, Warren Worthington the Third," she repeated, because, well, it'd been a few years since he'd asked after all. Just in case there was any doubt.
And, just for good measure, she leaned back in and sealed the deal with a kiss.
Warren smiled softly at her. "I'll book the jet for the morning. This time tomorrow, we'll be home."
"Hon did you see where I put my earrings?" Bobbi shouted out as she dashed around their bedroom, partially dressed with a heel in one hand while circling their messy bed to scoop up the other one.
Laying them both on the bed, she readjusted the belt around her waist, straightening her skirt. She tugged the bedsheets up in a half-assed attempt to make up the bed, then paused when she saw one of the earrings under the blanket next to the panties she'd been wearing. Lifting those up revealed the other earring.
"...never miiiiiind," she sang out, plucking them up and taking the undergarments to toss into their hamper. "We did not waste any time earlier, did we?" she muttered to herself but with a smile on her lips as she sat and put the reunited shoes on.
Warren half-looked up from his phone, but didn't bother responding. After 4 (four?!) years of living together, he'd learned long ago that Bobbi talked for the sake of talking. It was how she processed things, and he was happy to let her do that. He tuned her out most of the time when she did this. It was almost like background noise. Plus, what earrings? How many earrings had he bought her over the years and why would he even remember which ones she was talking about?
They'd both agreed that their bedroom was off-limits to the cleaning staff which meant it was absolute chaos at all times. Not that it really mattered anyways. Their room was where they slept, cuddled, and fucked. Why did it need to be anything more?
Wait, did he put 'cuddle' before 'fuck'? He really was getting old. And domesticated. Gross.
"Are you ready to go now?," he called out, stretching his neck. They had some sort of a dinner party to attend. He wasn't entirely sure what the foundation was for or what disease they were fundraising to cure. He also didn't know if he wanted to even go, but as president of WI - Europe division, he had to make an appearance so he could justify all the money that he had. Or something. Honestly, it was the last thing on his mind and if he could have pawned it off on someone else, he would have. He still wished he had Jolene here; he'd never found another assistant nearly as efficient as her. Marie just didn't cut it at, always balking on the whole 'I'm not here to do your personal agendas, M. Worthington.'
Except this. Because she loved Bobbi probably more than he did.
"Oh and did you get that email from Marie? The one with the wedding details? I need you to look it over before I sign that contract."
Heels on, she got to her feet and started putting one of the earrings on as she headed out into the living room. "Almost, just need to get these on, grab my purse, then I'm good to go," Bobbi confirmed. She turned to look at one of the many ornate mirrors that littered their place, fiddling with her hair a little before working on earring number two. "And I don't remember reading any e-mail like that, unless she sent it earlier today..." She hadn't checked her e-mail yet and it sounded like something about a wedding would stand out.
"...who's getting married again? Do we have a gift for them yet? Or wait, you were gonna let me do it, right? God, Warren, I don't even know who to shop for, seriously..." she sighed, finally getting the last earring in and turning to cross her arms and scowl at him. But, like almost every single time she ever got mad at him, it dissipated almost as quickly. Doing a little twirl, she held her arms out. "How do I look?"
"Like you," he responded, grinning back at her. Didn't matter how many times he looked at her, he would always find her beautiful and desirable. "So hot as fuck, obviously." He tapped his fingers against his phone for a moment before standing up and slipping it into his pocket. He was already dressed in a casual Prada suit but decided to forgo the jacket. It was hot enough with the harness and he didn't want to bother with a jacket. People were used to his 'physical deformity' anyways, and he realized that he was done caring what others thought....which of itself was strange.
"And we're getting married. Did you forget what that ring on your finger means? Marie found a few wedding planners that she thinks you'd like, but you have the final say of course. I liked the one with the ridiculous name ... Paisley? Burberry? Something fabric-y anyways. She seems the most efficient with a limitless budget."
"Right answer," she said, pointing at him and winking. Bobbi headed toward a huge walk-in closet by the front entrance where she usually dumped her purses, amongst many other things, and found one that matched her outfit. She slowed her steps as she exited because, no, she hadn't heard him correctly. She couldn't have, because...
"...are you fucking kidding me?" she asked when she was finally able to speak again. "I mean, I know what this means," Bobbi said, holding her left hand up and out, the light bouncing off the gigantic rock on her engagement ring nearly blinding them both. "But I've had it for, what, how many years now? And you've never actually talked about following through with it, but now you've decided that's what you want?" The pitch of her voice raised higher and higher to dangerous levels every few syllables and she shook her left hand for emphasis as well.
"And you have Marie e-mail me about it? SERIOUSLY?!" That part had escaped her for a moment but once she recalled it her voice reached its crescendo and she threw her purse at him from across the room.
Only years of experience had Warren expertly dodging the purse. The same amount of experience also finally kicked in and he realized that he probably went around this the wrong way. "First of, your pitch is going to break the glass and I don't feel like getting that replaced tonight, and secondly ...... I can see why you're upset but babe, come on -- we've been engaged forever because I thought you were waiting for me to finally be able to say the words 'I do' without choking and I think I finally can. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He gave a tentative smile. "I can finally promise you that I will forever follow your rules and be open and honest and continue doing what we do because we're awesome. Shouldn't you be happier right now?"
He was wisely going to ignore the Marie thing.
While Warren was certainly very agile, Bobbi was totally going to attribute that miss to her rage and not to any skill on his part whatsoever. She clenched her hands into tightly balled fists and cracked her knuckles, and was preeeetty sure one of her eyes was twitching now. Just a smidgeon.
"You can -" she started, then shook her head and actually laughed. Not a mirthful, delightful chuckle, but a cackle, a bark. "You can see why I'm 'upset,' you say? Is that the word you landed on there, Warren, on 'upset?' Didn't think 'miffed,'" she said, plucking out one earring, "or 'annoyed,'" then out came the other, "would be quiiiite enough, so you went all the way up to 'upset?'" she asked, arms waving in the air with each new word. "Did you consider, oh, I dunno, how about fucking FURIOUS?!" she screamed, kicking her heels off and into the closet with a BANG THUMP as they hit the wall.
"You know what, I... I can't. I cannot, not right now," she said, volume returning to somewhat normal, the removal of the heels almost indicative of her deflating and shrinking back down in the face of this news. "I..." Bobbi's mouth hung agape for another beat before she shook her head and went back into the bedroom, door slamming shut behind her.
Even the dog looked unimpressed with him right now. Ka-Zar gave him the haughtiest look before sauntering off to his plush dog bed, relaxing down with a little boof and continuing to glare at him. Warren didn't even know dogs could glare.
"I probably could have handled that better, huh boy?" There was a time when Warren would have probably argued back, or at least stormed off himself to get drunk, high or a combination of both until he finally came crawling back home, pleading and whining in his stupor to be forgiven. Instead, he was on a strict diet of only alcohol and pot, and only when he had no work or anything else to do. Apologizing seemed like something that was on that list too though. Fuck. Walking towards the window, he leaned his head on his arm, and looked outside. The grass needed to be cut, and Warren made a mental note to call the landscaper before realizing that maybe he just needed to be outside. Outside was good. Right?
Bobbi had picked them the perfect house, even if it wasn't the one he would have chosen. He liked the stark look while she wanted something unique and homey. A castle built in 1300 hadn't seem cozy to him, but after all this time, it was. It still amused him that he had a literal courtyard to walk through, replete with its own well and cobblestones. It was ridiculous and expensive and exactly what they needed when they left New York. In that time, Warren had managed to rebuild his reputation, to indulge only with strict approval, and he was fully re-inherited. There was even talk that his father was thinking of letting him back in his old position for the North American branch, which surprised Warren. Warren Jr. was not one for forgiveness.
Well. This Warren could admit now when he was wrong, and he could also be ridiculous and romantic now. With an idea in mind, he went outside, Ka-Zar at his heels, and he walked around the house until he came under their bedroom window. Thankfully, it was still open or else this would have never worked. Clearing his throat, he called out: "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Bobbi is the sun. And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love!" He paused. "My love that I probably should have mentioned I wanted to officially marry sometime sooner rather than later."
Her first thought in retreating to the bedroom was to throw herself back into bed and just... Bobbi didn't know. She was too mad to cry, she'd already screamed at him, and she really wasn't sure what to do now. A small, quiet part of her knew that it was a good thing that he wanted to finally get married, but to not tell her, to actively talk to other people about it while not even asking her about it, it was just a bit much for her to process. She stared down at the ring on her left hand, turning her palm upward and downward, remembering the day he'd given it to her.
Then she looked around the room, this beautiful bedroom in their amazing home, all of it in a place she'd never even dreamed she could visit, let alone live. She knew she had a great life and that it was all due to him, not just because of the money but because of their relationship. Because of them. For some reason, they worked, even if he drove her absolutely bonkers at times. Ok, a lot of the time.
Sighing, she got to her feet and hugged herself, pacing the room and looking to the balcony... which was when she heard a voice outside. His voice. Her eyes rolled as she recognized the soliloquy but it wasn't totally unromantic. Silly, yes, and cheesy as hell, but... not totally unromantic. So she grabbed a shrug off a nearby chaise and slid it over her shoulders, heading out on the balcony and leaning her arms on the railing. Chin in hand, she waited for him to finish, arching an eyebrow before adding laconically, "Y'know how that one ends, yeah?" There was a small smirk on her face though.
"And... yeah, a heads up would've been nice," she confirmed with a small nod, the anger subsided now, but some confusion and doubt still lingered. "I just... didn't think you wanted that. And I was cool with that, but to have it just... I don't know," she said, still struggling to put it into words.
"It ends dramatically and terribly, which are two words to describe me," he quipped back. Unbuttoning his shirt, he quickly shrugged off his harness, and spread out his wings. He definitely appreciated the fact that they had no close neighbours. Even though Europe was much more relaxed on the whole mutant thing, he still didn't like flaunting anything. It seemed like it would come back to haunt him at some point and didn't he have enough skeletons in his closet at this point? Or demons. Whatever. With a few flaps, he was in the air, hovering right by the balcony so that he could see right into her eyes. It was effortless to stay in one place, but of course, his stupid heart was beating fast. This was worse than when he proposed ...although to be fair, the proposal was more 'I got you a very shiny ring that you will die when you find out the price so just wear it and know that I love you'.
"You've literally never asked me for anything. This house, the ring, the credit cards, all of it -- I give it to you, and you don't ask and you're amazing. Do you know how hard it is to find someone like you? 6 years, and this is still good even though I keep fucking up. I know you've already forgiven me here, and that's mindblowing to me. I don't deserve you at all. So I want to marry you." He tilted his head. "And I want to do it in New York. I want our friends there, so I can rub it in their faces. I am motivated by spite and I am okay with that." He drifted closer to her and put his hands gently on the sides of her face before leaning in to brush his lips across hers. "But if you want to stay engaged forever, and not have to have the countless arguments with my parents about how I don't want a pre-nup...then that's fine too. Just don't leave me."
Still leaning against the railing, Bobbi tried hard to keep a bemused look on her face, honestly, she did, but seeing Warren fly always did have an Effect on her. And he knew it, of course, but she managed to keep her expression to a slight smirk, which took a great effort. "I don't deserve any of this, either, and you're right, I didn't ask for it. And I'm grateful for it," she hastened to add, "all of it, but all I want - all I need is you, doofus."
And then he kissed her and, well. She was only so strong, after all. Her eyes fluttered close and she reached out to put one of her hands over his, sighing happily against his lips, then licking hers after they pulled away, leaving her eyes closed for another beat or two.
"I don't want to stay engaged forever, no," she continued. "I just want you to want it as much as I do. Not just a box to tick or... or a contract to sign, or something for Marie to arrange and get off your to-do list." Bobbi stroked his cheek as she looked him eye to eye, her smile widening a little. "And I know you don't really feel that way, buuuut do you see why asking Marie to e-mail me about meeting wedding planners probably wasn't the best way to broach the topic?"
She booped him gently, a much more gentle reproach than hurling her purse at him earlier had been, oops.
"Yeah.... I can see that," he murmured against her. "I promise to try not to spend the rest of our lives together fucking up just like I've been promising forever and a half."
He pulled back a little, accepted the noise boop with a smile. " you're too good to me, Barbara Morse. This will be the wedding of your dreams.... I just have one request .... Can it be in New York?"
"Honestly, I don't know if I can imagine having it anywhere else," she said. "I mean, I could imagine it somewhere else, but not without all our friends and family being there with us, which is kinda the point of a big wedding, yeah?" Not that Warren couldn't afford to fly anyone they wanted anywhere they wanted, but that wouldn't be the same.
"So... yes. I will marry you, Warren Worthington the Third," she repeated, because, well, it'd been a few years since he'd asked after all. Just in case there was any doubt.
And, just for good measure, she leaned back in and sealed the deal with a kiss.
Warren smiled softly at her. "I'll book the jet for the morning. This time tomorrow, we'll be home."
