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The sky rumbles as thunder shakes the air around you. Heavy raindrops linger on your eyelashes before rolling down your cheeks. The white noise amplifies as the downpour increases. It's loud, wet, and cold.

None of it bothers you in the slightest. The warmth of Sebastian’s lips against yours drowns out all other sensations. Your heart pounds against your chest that's pressed as close as physically possible against your boyfriend’s soaking wet hoodie.

No, not boyfriend. Fiancé.

Your heart skips a beat. It doesn't feel real. You press closer against him, feeling the gorgeous shell pendant snug against your sternum.

He really just did that.

He wants to marry you. Marriage. It seems so surreal, it couldn't possibly be your reality. You’ve never considered marriage before. Not seriously. It never crossed your mind in any past relationships.

Fuck, I love him so much.

You've never felt like this before. Not this intense. Not even close. How would you even describe this feeling? Not just happy, ecstatic. There's an almost desperate, yearning feeling. There's…anxiety. Nervousness. But not in a negative way, you're…confident. You know he feels it too. The lightning illuminating the sky is nothing compared to the sparks flying between you.

If this is what love is, you’re going to have a heart attack before either of you say ‘I do.’

Sebastian holds your face in both hands, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your soft moans are barely audible over the downpour, but his breaths quicken in response regardless, deepening the kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, he reluctantly breaks the kiss for some air. He holds your face, looking between your eyes while catching his breath.

“Did you really say yes? I'm not dreaming?”

You can't help but grin at his earnest question. He seems happy and relieved, yet still in genuine disbelief. “Yes. I'm your soaking wet fiancé.”

“Seriously? You wanna marry me?”

“What part of soaking wet do you not understand?” You grab his hand with a smirk, leading him to the door. “Let me show you how serious I am.”

As soon as the front door opens you start greedily fumbling with the hem of his hoodie. You tear off each other's clothes, leaving a trail of water to the couch. There's no way you’re making it upstairs.

You barely give him a second to admire your figure before pushing his chest for him to sit on the couch. His eyes follow the pendant dangling in your cleavage as you fall to your knees. You take his cock in your hands, wrapping your mouth around it while looking up at him, relishing in the way his breath hitches with every touch.

“You’re not…going to…get sick of me?” Sebastian lets out breathlessly, twitching as your tongue rolls over his shaft.

“Mm-mm,” you hum no, popping him out of your mouth to speak. “How could I get sick of your perfect cock?” You coo, licking the length of his shaft from base to tip.

Sebastian hisses with pleasure, reaching down to cup your cheek. “Come here. Kiss me.”

Happy to obey his demands, you straddle him, holding his cock to seamlessly lower yourself down onto him, taking his full length. You both moan with satisfaction, and you kiss him like he asked, slowly rocking your hips up and down.

Your breaths quicken, heat pooling quickly in your core. You break the kiss for air and quicken your pace even more.

“Fuck, baby…you feel so good.” You tighten your walls, rocking your hips to milk the full length of this cock with each pass. Sebastian tightens his grip on your thighs, throwing his head back with a guttural moan.

“Fuck…love your…sounds…” you’re trying to keep control, but your orgasm is quickly building. “I want to please you…my husband.”

Sebastian twitches underneath you, and he starts thrusting up to meet you halfway, harder and faster than you could do yourself.

“I want to make you mine…gonna come-” he inhales sharply, spilling out inside you. You can feel goosebumps rise to the skin you’re holding as he rides out his high. He brings his thumb to your clit, desperate to make you come while he’s still inside you. It doesn't take much before his fingers push you over the edge, your orgasm milking every last drop from his cock.

“I'm yours,” you say between pants, “I want you. I'm not going to get sick of you. You’re my best friend, I love you. I want to fuck you until we're too old to do it.”

Sebastian laughs, hand covering half his face as he catches his breath. “I love you too. Fuck, I don't think I've ever been this happy in my whole life.”

Heat flushes your face even more than it already is. You kiss his nose affectionately, a giddy smile plastered on your face. “This calls for a toast,” you slip off him, heading to the kitchen. You reach on your tippie toes to the top shelf of your liquor cabinet for your bottle of ancient fruit wine and return to the couch with two glasses. “To a happy marriage,” you hand him one, raising yours to him.

“To us,” he clinks your glass, and you both take a sip of the strangely satisfying wine.

The two of you enjoy your drinks fully naked, dripping wet and making a mess of the couch without a care in the world. You let out a sigh of contentment and snuggle under his arm. He graces a finger from your collar bone to your cleavage, lifting the chain of the mermaid pendant to get a closer look. Goosebumps rise to your skin following his light touches. You shiver reflexively, and he pulls you closer to keep warm.

Sebastian takes a deep breath, relaxing his muscles on the exhale. “Husband and wife, huh?”

“Yep. Mr. and Mrs.”

“You’ll be my wife…it sounds so…official. Grown-up. Like…proper adults. Are we even allowed to get married?”

“Babe, we’re like, approaching thirty you know,” you chuckle. “We can do whatever the fuck we want. Perks of 'adulting.’”

“Yea…I'm gonna marry the fuck out of you,” he smirks, planting a kiss on your damp hair.

“Now that we're engaged, are you gonna move in?”

“Before marriage?” He clutches his frozen tear pendant dramatically.

You roll your eyes playfully. “I don't think Yoba would mind,” you look down at your naked limbs entangling each other, holding glasses of wine.

Sebastian lets out a soft chuckle. “Well then, you wanna go down to the mayor’s office and get married right now?” He grins cheekily as you raise your eyebrow. “I don't think Lewis would mind,” he mocks you.

“Dang, you wanna marry me that badly?” You laugh.

“Of course,” he softens his gaze, wearing that crooked grin you love so much.

“I'm not opposed to it, but I'd prefer we have wedding photos that wouldn't need censorship for our walls,” you smirk.

“Fair enough,” he chuckles, “when do we think, then? Three days?”

“Three days!?”

“I could pull it off,” he winks.

“I'm almost tempted to agree to see you try,” you giggle.

“Hey, if you wanted it I'd make it happen,” he leans in to steal a brief kiss. “I guess we should tell your family first.”

My family…your smile fades away. They don't even know you're dating anyone yet. And with the proposal being so soon after becoming 'official,’ people are going to talk. Pelican town gossip you can handle, but your family? They'll be happy for you, sure…but would they even come if you invite them? Do I even want them there? Part of you debates not telling them at all. But you'd be inviting all of Pelican town, right? That's not fair to them…do I even care what they think?

“Hey,” Sebastian turns your chin to face him with a finger, pulling you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Let's just enjoy the moment. We've got all the time in the world.”

You let your shoulders relax, smiling softly at his loving eyes. All that matters is you and me, you decide, leaning in to kiss him softly.

You take a deep breath of the spring morning air, placing a hand gently on your shell necklace on the exhale. So much has changed since last year, you smile to yourself.

Last year, you very reluctantly allowed yourself to be dragged into Haley’s house to be dolled up for the Flower Dance. Last year, Sebastian was your dirty little secret. You dreaded the thought of Haley attempting to pull those little secrets out of you.

You wouldn't go as far as to say you’re excited for the dance this time, but admittedly it's nice to have an excuse to look your best. And even nicer that you don't have to hide Sebastian away. This will be our first festival as a couple…you realize. Our first public appearance as an engaged couple… Indeed, a lot has changed. You’re almost excited for Haley to notice your necklace as you arrive for your scheduled hair and makeup appointment with her.

Only a few people know about the engagement so far. Maybe she won't notice, you wonder, knocking on the door.

Haley opens the door shortly after, greeting you with a broad smile. Her eyes immediately snap to your chest.

“Shut UP!!!” She squeals, startling you with the sudden volume. “EEEE are you serious!? Oh no, you’re ruining my MAKEUP!!” Haley fans her face frantically, bouncing up and down with happy tears nearly rolling down her cheeks.

“What, this?” You look down and hold the pendant.

“Don't you DARE tell me you don't know what that means here! Are you fucking with me!?”

You look up with a cheeky grin.

“FARMER! Get your ass in here and tell me EVERYTHING,” she scolds, guiding your shoulders to the chair at her kitchen table where her makeup station is set up. “EM! IT’S REAL!” She yells upstairs.

You wince from her volume, chuckling as she dabs away her tears with a cotton pad.

“Seriously!?” Emily’s muffled voice calls from upstairs, followed by thumping footsteps as she scurries down to see for herself. She gasps when her eyes find your pendant. “Congratulations, Farmer!”

“Thanks, Emily,” you smile bashfully.

“We heard rumours, but both of us thought it was fake! Can I touch it?” Haley tentatively reaches for the pendant.

“Mhm. It's real. Certified mermaid shell.”

“Sebastian really proposed? I can't picture it,” Emily says with a light laugh.

“How'd it go down? Spill,” Haley demands, releasing the necklace gently to start on your hair.

“Well…I ran into him leaving the beach during the storm the other day. He was acting strange. I realized he had bought this when the mariner was pulling away. I went back home and he was there…he wasn't planning to propose that day, I don't think. But since I kinda 'caught’ him, well…here we are,” you blush.

“Awe,” Emily swoons, sharing a giddy smile with her sister.

“Who would have thought the emo shut-in would be the first of us to get married,” Haley chuckles.

“And so soon after you guys got together, too! He must be head over heels for you,” Emily adds.

“Yea…too soon?” A wave of self consciousness washes over you.

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Haley!” Emily scolds.

“What!? You think so too.”

Emily flushes.

Heat rises to your cheeks, and you glance away in embarrassment.

Haley straightens your head, looking at you in the mirror. “But you haven't been dating for only a few months, have you?” She smirks.

Emily raises an eyebrow curiously. The two sisters wait eagerly for your reply.

You sigh in defeat. “No…”

“Told ya,” Haley blurts out at Emily, excited her theory is finally being confirmed. “Sorry, go on.”

“We were friends with benefits for a year before dating. Happy?” You look at Haley in the mirror.

“Yes,” she squeals.

“Holy shit, you were right!?” Emily gasps, sharing a look with Haley.

“Look, the thing is, the whole town doesn't need to know this. So to everyone who doesn't know, it really will seem like an insane shotgun wedding. Hell, they'll probably think I got knocked up or something,” you grumble.

“Yea, that's what Clint thinks,” Emily says.

“Oh for fucks sake,” you groan. The whole damn town knows already then.

“Er, sorry.”

“The whole town is already judging us then?”

“Obviously,” Haley says. She catches your uneasy eyes in the mirror, softening her smile. “You have to decide how much you want to let it bother you.”

“Yea…”

“Do you want to hide it? The engagement, I mean,” Emily asks.

“No. I'm done with hiding him,” you say confidently, admiring Haley’s work on your updo in the mirror.

You admire Haley’s work in the mirror as Emily fusses over the fine details of your dress. She insisted on making a custom one just for you this year, which while generous you thought wildly unnecessary. Seeing it in the mirror though…damn, it looks good. It fits you flawlessly of course, and it's just so…you. Feminine, but not over the top. It's classy, and flatters your farmer's physique perfectly.

Emily finishes tightening the lace at the back of your bodice when another knock taps on the door. Haley skips over excitedly, the skirt of her dress bouncing playfully.

“Who could that be?” She looks back at you with a twinkle in her eye, opening the door to reveal the robin-egg blue suit worn by Robin's son.

Sebastian’s eyes widen when he spots you. He smiles softly, ignoring Haley’s greeting. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you blush slightly, looking him up and down. “Came to take me to the dance?”

“If I have your blessing,” he smirks at Haley.

“As long as you're back before curfew,” Haley teases.

Emily gives you a nod to confirm she's done with you, and you waste no time meeting Sebastian at the door for a kiss.

“Tch, come on guys, at least wait til it's over to ruin her makeup,” Haley scolds. “Oh, here,” she grabs a pair of her shoes for you.

“Thanks, both of you. Are you coming with?”

“Nah, you guys go ahead and make your grand entrance.”

Emily nods. “We won't be far behind!”

“Ok,” you turn to Sebastian, “ready?”

Sebastian nods, offering his arm with a smile. You take it eagerly, waving the sisters off. He leans over to whisper in your ear. “You sure you want to go? We could go back to the farm,” he says with a smirk, blush rising to his cheeks.

“Oh? You want a private dance instead?’ You giggle when his cheeks turn deep crimson, gripping his arm affectionately. “Nah, we better go. Haley will kill me if her hard work gets ‘wasted.’ Although, if you don't want to, I can be convinced to ditch.”

“As much as I hate this stupid dance, I want to go this year. I gotta show off my beautiful fiancé, after all,” he smiles warmly.

Muffled conversations and background music grow louder as you and Sebastian approach the forest clearing. Your heart rate quickens unexpectedly, nervous energy bubbling up. Time for the 'big reveal.’ You grip his hand tighter, free hand subconsciously reaching up to touch your mermaid pendant.

Sebastian notices the shift, and looks down at you with a reassuring smile. “You ready?”

You nod. “You’re not nervous?”

“Hmm, well I'm not looking forward to the extra attention, but…no, not really. I'm more proud than nervous,” he squeezes your hand affectionately.

You blush lightly, reaching up to kiss his cheek briefly in response. You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders, confidence returning as the entrance approaches. Given that there's already rumours floating around, this won't be a 'grand reveal’ anyways. Sam, Abby and Leah already know. And Sebastian’s family. Which means that Caroline knows, so the rest of the town surely knows.

Even still, they stare in disbelief watching the two of you enter the field together, curious eyes drawn to your necklace as if it's a bright neon sign. They're doing the stare and whisper thing. God, you hate that. Don't they know you can see AND hear them?

Just be unbothered, you tell yourself, spotting Haley’s blonde hair coming your way across the field. You hear Sebastian sigh beside you, and you follow his gaze to spot Robin rushing up with a huge smile on her face.

“Look at you!! Wow, I might actually cry. Honey you look gorgeous, OH let me take some pictures!”

“Mom…” Sebastian groans as Robin frantically pulls out her phone camera.

“Don't ‘Mom’ me. You don't have engagement photos, right? Humour me Sebby, say cheese!”

You always find Robin’s fussing over her son amusing. Sebastian's protests are weak, and you laugh as he reluctantly wraps an arm around your waist to pose for her photo.

“Come on, Sebby, say cheese,” you say quietly, eying him with a cheeky grin.

“Don't you start,” he murmurs through his teeth, squeezing your hip.

“Come on now, I need at least one with both of you looking at the camera,” Robin scolds.

“Need some help?” Haley approaches Robin’s side, her professional camera hanging around her neck.

“Would you? Thanks sweetie,” Robin beams.

This time, you give a reluctant sigh. Both you and Sebastian resign to getting this over with as Haley moves you to a spot with better lighting. Neither him nor you protest any further, even with her moving your arms and face like a doll to get the right shot. Having some keepsakes of your engagement will be nice, and you know Haley's work will turn out great.

After she's happy with her shots, Haley gets Robin to join and stand in between you, which absolutely makes her day.

“I think I’m happy with these,” Haley says while flipping through the photos on her camera’s display, “Did you want any others?”

“I'm satisfied, thanks Haley,” Robin squeezes you both affectionately before releasing your arms with a content sigh. “I can't wait to see you dance together!”

Oh right, the ‘dance…’ You and Sebastian share a look. Neither of you are prepared.

“Do we have to?” Sebastian asks.

“No-”

“YES!!” Robin and Haley Exclaim in unison, startling both of you.

“But neither of us like dancing,” you say to the women.

“Yea, and we're engaged now, aren't we off the hook? None of you married couples do the weird mating ritual dance.”

You snicker. Robin gives him a disapproving glare.

“You seriously don't want to? With your fiancé?” Haley asks you.

“I'm indifferent. I won't force him to,” you shrug.

“Sebby, this might be the only time in your life you'd regret not doing this, you know,” Robin scolds him.

Sebastian groans, then his eyes fall to you. He looks you up and down, his expression softening. “...Fine. Will you dance with me, Farmer?”

You glance briefly at his outstretched hand. “You…want to?”

“I do. JUST this once.”

“I- okay,” you smile.

You’re already being gawked at by the whole town. Might as well keep it up and be on display. Before you can mentally prepare, Lewis’ voice booms over his megaphone that the dance is about to start.

“Shoot! Come on,” Haley scurries over to the middle of the field where the remaining dance participants are already lined up.

You and Sebastian follow hand in hand at a much less hurried pace. Lewis glares at you for the tardiness, which you promptly ignore.

“Uhh…I definitely don't remember any of the moves,” you whisper to him before releasing his hand to take your place.

“It's okay. Just do…what's that dance called where you just make shit up?”

“Improve?”

“Close, but no…”

The music starts.

“Interpretive?”

“Yea! That!”

You’re already several steps behind, scrambling to at least keep in line with the rest of the girls. Sebastian laughs at you, but he's not much better. He knows the moves but he's too distracted by your fumbling to focus. The two of you end up giggling through the routine, surely disturbing everyone around you.

It's stupid and awkward, and annoying that everyone has been staring at you all morning. But looking at Sebastian floating around in that ridiculous suit washes all the annoyance away. Your heart swells with adoration for him. He's face to face with you when the music ends, smiling lovingly at you with a goofy grin.

Fuck everyone else. Since when do you care what they think anyways? You lean in to kiss him, ignoring the reaction from the crowd.

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Sebastian squints his eyes at the harsh morning sunlight. He reluctantly takes off his hoodie, ditching it inside before grumpily walking into town. It's still early in summer, but already so hot. Too hot for his liking. Days like today he’d rather hide away in the basement until dark.

The weather isn't the main culprit of his sourness today. It's the reason he's out in this weather - his annual checkup. Mid twenties - shit, more like late twenties - and his mom is still on his ass about going. She's right, of course. It's not like he's got any concerns, but he's certainly not the picture of health.

The clinic door chime usually makes him nervous, but now the nerves have an extra layer of awkwardness. These yearly checkups are the most he ever speaks to Harvey. And the only time they ever speak one on one. Sebastian always holds a strange guilt about that. Harvey still feels like the ‘new’ doctor, but he's been here for…shit, has it been 5 years already?

“Hey!”

Maru’s cheerful greeting startles him slightly. Dammit. Sebastian forgot to book this on a day she wasn't working.

“Hi,” he offers plainly. Why is she always so happy? Her expression irritates him. It's like she's enjoying the rare treat of her brother being out in the wild. She has no reason to enjoy this.

“I'll let the doctor know you're here,” she turns awkwardly, giving up on attempting small talk.

Luckily for both of them, Harvey enters the waiting room before she retreats. He spots Sebastian over his clipboard and offers a kind smile. “Ah, Sebastian. Come on in.”

It's the same genuine smile Harvey gives to everyone, even if they don't deserve it. He's just so…nice. If it's fake, he's a really good actor. Sebastian nods and follows him to the patient room.

You’re friends with him, maybe Sebastian should talk to him more. He has no idea what Harvey thinks of him. Or your engagement. Does he think Sebastian stole you from him? It won't come up in this appointment, he can almost guarantee. Harvey’s a professional, he won't treat Sebastian differently because of it, even if he’s judging behind those kind eyes. But he's only human. He must have had thoughts comparing himself to Sebastian.

Sebastian submits to Harvey running through the normal annual checkup routine. Height, weight, blood pressure, etcetera. Harvey doesn't show any signs of nervousness when he's in his element. He's professional, alright. Kind. Smart. Well respected. So different from Sebastian. Why would you want him, when Harvey is so…put together?

Harvey would never put you through the shit he did when he fled to Zuzu. He would never be so selfish and immature. He would never come back after months of ghosting you, bouquet in hand selfishly wanting you back. And he certainly wouldn't have the audacity to propose so soon after officially dating, even more selfishly marking you as his with that mermaid pendant.

Stop that, Sebastian scolds himself, watching Harvey take notes. She loves you. She wouldn't have said yes otherwise.

“And how are your activity levels lately?”

“Hm?” Sebastian returns to reality, trying to comprehend Harvey’s question.

“Sorry,” Harvey pushes up his glasses, “How would you rate your physical activity levels?” Harvey rambles on, summarizing the scale from very active to sedentary.

Oh. “Uh…Sedentary…” Sebastian admits quietly. He’s a useless, slouching computer nerd. An unemployed basement dweller. What the fuck are you marrying him for? Harvey's right here. He would take care of you. Make sure you're healthy, patch up all the injuries you're bound to keep getting in your profession. He seems like the type who'd want to cook and clean for you too. Like a…’malewife,’ or whatever. What does Sebastian bring to the table? Sex? He doesn't even work out. He could be better.

“It's alright, it can be hard to find the time with the nature of your work. I would recommend trying to find an activity you enjoy. Some people like dancing, some like hiking while listening to audiobooks.
Desk work can be harder on the body than manual labour in the long run, especially for the posture.”

Sebastian reflexively straightens up, glancing away from Harvey with embarrassment.

“Even the minimum stretch breaks is better than nothing,” Harvey smiles softly.

It's almost annoying how non-judgmental Harvey is. Though if Sebastian’s being honest with himself, tough love advice would have an opposite effect. Harvey doesn't need to say more, Sebastian's shame is written all over his face.

“I…guess I've been walking more, to the farm.”

“Walking is great. Are you sexually active?”

Sebastian freezes up. “Uhh…”

Harvey looks at him over the clipboard.

“I mean, yea…” Sebastian rubs the back of his head, nervously looking away. Usually the answer is a pathetic ‘no.’

“I'm not going to assume,” Harvey says with a slight smirk, “we haven't tested you for STD’s before, do you want to do that?”

“Uh, should I? I mean, she's been the only one for like…years,” he trails off.

“It doesn't hurt to check. We can do a general blood panel at the same time.”

“Sure. Uh…did she get tested?”

“You know I can't disclose that. Not even when you're married.”

Sebastian winces with embarrassment. “Right, of course. Sorry.”

Harvey smiles softly. “Are you taking vitamin D supplements? It's more important in winter, but even in the summer it can help improve your mood. Especially if you’re working inside most of the day.”

“I think you ask me that every year,” Sebastian chuckles briefly.

“I know it seems inconsequential, but it really does help. They make drops that you can put in your water or food. Or straight on your tongue. I can order some for you, if you like.”

“It's okay, I'm just going to order some right now,” Sebastian pulls out his phone.

The patient room door swings open abruptly, startling both Sebastian and Harvey.

“Guess what!?” You burst in, broad grin immediately switching to shock when you lock eyes with Sebastian. A stunned pause lingers as you glance between the two of them and start to realize what you just walked in on.

“What are you doing in here? I could have been naked!” Sebastian teases, smirking when your face turns beet red.

Harvey poorly stifles a laugh, both men amused by your flustered expression.

“Sorry!! Uh…” not sure what else to say, you spin on your heels to bolt out the door.

“Wait!” Harvey calls out, and you stop in your tracks. “What is it?”

“Not important, sorry!” You go to leave again, but Harvey interrupts.

“It's ok, you don't mind, right?” He asks Sebastian.

“Not at all. I'm quite curious, actually,” Sebastian can't contain his grin. The way you're squirming right now is priceless.

“I…uh…” you look to the thermos in your hands, “it's…for you, coffee. First batch from the farm. It won't be like the wine, I did my research first. And tried it. Um, here-” you step up to Harvey and shove the mug in his hands, then quickly make a beeline to the door. “Bye!”

Harvey looks surprised, staring at the mug. In the distance Maru erupts in laughter, your muffled voice scolding her. Harvey and Sebastian share a look, bursting into laughter when the front door chime indicates you left the building.

“She forgot you had an appointment?”

“Most definitely. You should try that,” he nods to the thermos, “she's been waiting for this moment for a while.”

“It's very kind of her,” Harvey takes a careful sip of the hot coffee. His eyebrows lift in surprise. “Oh wow, it's actually really good. That's amazing.”

“Glad to hear it,” Sebastian smiles warmly, his heart swelling with pride.

“That certainly brightens my mood,” Harvey takes another content sip, turning his attention back to his clipboard. “Speaking of mood, I see you saw a psychiatrist in Zuzu city. How are you doing lately, mental health wise?

Sebastian shifts in his seat uncomfortably. “Um, good. Better than I've ever been actually. But…they uh, have me on some antidepressants.”

“And how are you responding to them?”

“Yea, uh…good. I just…feel like I should be happy for the uh, other stuff. I feel like a failure for taking them,” Sebastian trails off, cursing himself for being so vulnerable in front of Harvey.

Harvey softens his expression. “Depression is complicated, and still not well understood. Especially when your brain chemistry is impacted. What you’re feeling about taking medication it is common, but try to remember that it's one tool in your arsenal. Medication alone won't cure you, just like working out once a week won't help someone lose weight if they're still overeating. You've had several positive changes in your life that are improving your health, including the medication. That’s worth celebrating, don't you think?”

Sebastian releases a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “Yea. Thanks…you’re a really good doctor.”

Harvey flushes at the compliment. “Well, it is my job.”

“No, I can tell you really care. More than you should, especially about me…”

Harvey raises an eyebrow. “Sebastian, I'm not going to neglect your health just because you’re marrying the girl I almost dated.”

“Yea, well…I wouldn't blame you if you did,” he rubs the back of his head awkwardly. “Everyone was rooting for you and her. And I know why, you’re…great. Way better than me.”

Harvey lets out a soft sigh and places his clipboard on the counter. “Look…man to man, am I sad about what happened? Yes, of course. But it was always clear she wasn't all in. Something was holding her back. When you came home and I saw the way she looked at you…it was always you. I never had a chance. It was so obvious in hindsight,” he chuckles.

Sebastian blushes, averting his eyes. You had told him, sparing details, that you couldn't go through with anything when it came to dating Harvey. Not that he doesn't trust you, but it's validating to hear it from him directly.

“So yea, you don't have to worry about me trying to steal her away or sabotage your relationship. But I still want to be friends with her.”

Sebastian looks up at Harvey, surprised by the firmness in his tone. He releases his grip on the frozen tear pendant, only just realizing he was holding it. “Oh, of course. I want you to keep being friends with her too.”

Harvey releases a breath with a smile. “Thanks.”

“It's all good, er…sorry, about all this-”

“No need,” Harvey cuts off his awkward apology. “It's somewhat reassuring, knowing you and her are so serious. Though I must admit, the proposal was a surprise.”

“Oh, uh…yea,” he blushes, squirming in his seat.

“Anyways, do you have any other questions or concerns?”

“Nope, thanks Doc. See you next year,” Sebastian hops down from the table, giving Harvey a friendly wave as he makes a quick exit. As awkward as that was, he's glad he came today.

You enter Pierre’s, letting out a content exhale when the AC hits your face. Pierre greets you from the till, and you smile and wave back at him, spotting Harvey shopping for produce.

“Morning!”

“Morning,” Harvey greets you with a kind smile, “how is the summer crop changeover treating you?”

“Good! Everything is in the ground now, I'm just stocking up for the next wave of seeds we’ll need. How are you?”

“Oh, pretty good. Beautiful day we’re having.”

“Definitely…” you glance at his shopping basket, filled with vegetables from your last spring harvest. You don't feel like you need to avoid Harvey anymore, but it's still a little awkward talking to him now.

“So…” Harvey glances at your necklace, “marriage, huh?”

You touch the shell pendant, blushing slightly. “Yea.”

“To be honest, I was surprised. It seems a little…soon.”

“Yea, well…I know how it looks. But we've actually been uh…close…for a long time. It's just been official recently.”

“‘Close?’ Friends aren't the same as romantic partners, Farmer,” Pierre chimes in from the counter with that all-knowing smarmy look.

As if you're the expert on romance, you look at him with a poorly stifled frown, catching a glimpse of his ‘daughter’ coming up to the counter. You didn't hear the door open…maybe she's been there for a while. She doesn't greet you warmly like usual.

“Yea, I know-”

“You’re not saving yourselves til marriage are you?”

“Uh, no.” Is he serious? You glance at Harvey who looks deeply uncomfortable.

“Dad,” Abigail hisses.

“I didn't think you were the religious type, and I know Sebastian isn't-”

“Dad!!”

“What? I'm just saying, it's good to get to know each other physically before committing to marria-”

“DAD. They've been fucking for over a year. She doesn't want to broadcast it to the town. Read the room, for fucks sake-”

“Language,” he scolds her.

Abigail scoffs and rolls her eyes, pushing past Harvey to stomp out the door. You and Harvey watch her leave, stunned into silence. Pierre scoffs, grumbling to himself at the till.

After a few more moments of dumbfounded awkwardness, you glance at Harvey to try and break the silence. “I-”

“I'm happy for you,” Harvey says simultaneously.

“Oh, uh. Thanks.”

“Yea. You seem happy, and so does he.”

“I…yea. We are.”

Pierre scoffs. “I don't know what you see in that punk. I mean come on, Harvey is a doctor-”

“Ohhhkay,” you turn towards the door.

“Bye Pierre.”

You and Harvey quickly leave the store without purchasing anything, sharing an awkward chuckle once outdoors.

You look at him, guilt gnawing at your stomach. That can't have been the first time he's heard comments like Pierre’s lately. “I'm sorr-”

“Don't. It's okay. I'm okay, I promise.”

“I…okay. I’m glad.”

“Me too. Truly, I'm happy for you,” he smiles softly.

“Thanks, Harvey. See you around.”

“See you.”

You hum to yourself, shaking a bag of microwave popcorn in a bowl. You and Sebastian are just about to settle in for a movie night.

“You excited?” You plop down on the couch, snuggling up next to him.

Sebastian wraps his arm around your shoulders, sharing his blanket with the other. “Cautiously optimistic. You know how it is with live actions.”

“True. Hopefully they don't fuck if up, or the Cave Saga nerds will be pissed,” you give him a cheeky grin.

“You mean like you?” He smirks.

“Hey now, I'm not the one with the collectors edition comics,” you tease.

“Only cus you sold them before moving,” he squeezes your arm, effortlessly throwing back your teasing attempts with a crooked grin.

“Guilty,” you lean up to kiss him, but your phone buzzing on the coffee table makes you pause. It's not just a text, someone is calling. You lean to grab it, brows furrowing at the name.

“Who is it?” Sebastian asks.

“Marlon…” you and Sebastian share a confused look before you answer. “Hello?”

“Evening, Farmer. Sorry to bother you, but I thought you'd want to know…with you frequenting the mines less often I set up some security cameras at the entrance. They've been quiet so far, but I just saw Abigail going in by herself.”

You tense up, sharing a worried look with Sebastian. “Shit…I told her I'd go with her the first time.”

“Should I go after her?”

“It's ok Marlon, I'll go. If you see anything else on the feed let me know. Thanks for calling,” You end the call. “Shit, I'm sorry Seb. Maybe I should have asked Marlon-”

“No, it's ok. This feels off, even for her. Want me to come with?”

“It's ok, all my gear is ready to go and I’ll take Biscuit to the mine cart. It won't take long.”

“Alright. I'll keep my phone on loud in case you need anything. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you kiss him briefly, swiftly grab your adventuring gear and slip out the door.

You make it to the mines impressively quickly, though it still took long enough for your anxiety to fester. With how she acted at Pierre’s earlier, something is obviously bothering her. You hope she didn't take the elevator down to a deeper floor to be brave. Even with your haste, she'd still have been alone close to an hour.

You jump out of the mine cart as soon as it stops, heart racing with worry. You squint your eyes to read the number on the elevator…zero. Thank fuck, you release an exhale, turning for the ladder to the first floor. You grab the rungs and slide down, feet thudding softly as you land with grace.

You hear a squeak in the distance and stop to listen, scanning the area. The first floors are well-lit and have relatively few monsters, but they can still sneak up on unsuspecting adventurers. You draw your sword, the sound of its sharp metal against the sheath echoing slightly against the cave walls. You hear shuffling from around a large boulder up ahead. It doesn't look like a rock crab, and a slime wouldn't make that noise. You give it a wide berth just in case.

“...Abby?” You call out, about to crest the large boulder.

Bloodcurdling screams echo the cave walls. Your shock is quickly replaced by relief from hearing her voice, and you quickly run to her. Abigail is on the floor with her knees tight to her chest, frantically waving her sword with her eyes closed.

“Hey, hey it's me!” You keep a safe distance from her thrashing, trying to catch her attention.

Abigail opens her eyes, face falling with embarrassment. She drops the obsidian edge, hugging her knees with both arms to try and hide her red face. She glances away from you, trying to steady her breath. “Of course you’re here.”

Her tone is surprising. Almost…venomous. Is she mad at me? Maybe it's because of her overreaction. “I-do you want me to leave?”

“NO! I…” She looks to you with frantic eyes before trailing off, face flushed with embarrassment.

Oh she's really scared.

“I feel so fucking stupid,” Abigail sobs softly, hugging her knees tight.

You release an empathetic sigh and sit next to her against the wall. She shifts away from you slightly, avoiding your eyes. A bug buzzes in the distance, echoing against the walls. She stiffens with fear beside you as it comes into view. You calmly pull out your slingshot, shooting it down with ease.

“Why do you feel stupid?” You ask softly.

She squeezes her knees tighter, looking further away from you.

You sigh. “I…I get it, wanting to come here by yourself. It’s just… it’s bullshit, down here, honestly. I would have come with you-”

“It’s not that.”

You pause, waiting for her to speak. She still won’t look your way.

“...It’s not just that. I…fuck, I don’t know what came over me today. And it’s even worse that I’m not cut out for this at all-”

“That’s not true. It’s your first time, right? We can come back together, and practi-”

“Fuck! Why are you so fucking nice!?” She snaps at you.

You startle, stunned at her sudden outburst. “...I-”

“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve that,” she mumbles into her arms.

“Was it something I-”

“NO! Fuck,” she unhooks her arms from her knees, finally turning to face you, eyes glassy and brimming with tears. “You’re seriously getting married!?”

…Oh. “I…”

“Seb is getting married!? It sounds insane. It is insane. He’s so fucking happy. Happier than I’ve ever seen him. And it just…happened so fast. To me at least. Because he never talks to me anymore. Not like before. And I can’t blame him, why would he? But you…I thought we were close. I was kinda hurt that your little friends with benefits situation was a secret, but I get it. Even though it was obvious after your fight, I still had to put the pieces together myself. But I was excited for you. And him. I rooted for you, I tried to push him to man up and tell you how he felt. I really was happy for you, but…then you started dating, and I felt even more disconnected. You and him, Sam and Penny, and I’m just…alone. Sad, pathetic, alone. Can’t even do the one thing I wanted to do, which was take my anger out on monsters. I’m scared. Scared of this, scared I’m doing fuck all with my life and scared I’m going to be alone forever.”

“I…didn’t realize you felt like this, I’m sor-”

Abigail scoffs. “Honestly, I didn’t realize I did either. Not til I saw that pendant around your neck.”

“I…” you clutch the mermaid pendant, “this must be really weird for you. And…please don’t take this as me invalidating your feelings, but…you’re not alone. I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re alone. I’m sorry for being such a shit friend. I want you in my life.”

“Ugh,” Abigail sniffles, wiping her tears on her sleeve, “now I feel like a piece of shit, unloading all my baggage on you.”

“I’m glad you told me.”

“I’m not. You should be reveling in your blissful engagement,” she waves her hand flippantly.

“Gross, don’t say it like that,” you chuckle.

“Sorry,” she smiles briefly, “fuck, Farmer. It’s stupid, how jealous I am.”

“Of us? Or…of me?” You ask tentatively.

Abigail tenses beside you. “I…it's…I'm not in love with him, if that's what you’re worried about. It's just…he was like, my backup plan. That sounds shitty, but…what we had before, he really…he used to love me. He said he did, it felt like he did. I think we were dumb naive idiots, but it felt real. With you in the picture, it's like that door that's been open for so long finally shut.”

“I see…would you have been happy with a backup plan?”

“Better than being alone,” she chuckles briefly, then sniffles, “but no, I don't think so. I think we'd both feel trapped. It would just lead to resentment.”

“I can't help but agree. You guys bicker enough as is.”

“True. When we were in a relationship it was not healthy,” Abigail sighs, “I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be dumping my baggage about my ex to his future wife.”

“It's okay. Thank you for being honest with me. I'll try to return the favour from now on.”

“You know…I think I know what's bothering me the most. Seb…he really, really loves you. He thought he loved me, but it's nothing like what you have with him. It kinda sucks to be proven right about that after all these years. He tried to give me a bouquet and I told him he didn't love me. It was cruel at the time, but I was right.”

“Yea?” Huh. That explains some things. You've resisted prying details of their history together from her. Or Sebastian. It's none of your business, but these tidbits do help paint a better picture.

“Yea. I'm really happy for you guys, honest. Thank you for letting me get that out of my system.”

“I don't know what to say…can I hug you?”

Abigail leans over and throws her arms around you without hesitation.

You squeeze her back, exhaling with relief. “Wanna go find some slimes to fuck up?”

“I…” Abigail tenses, then relaxes her grip. “Fuck yea.”

Chapter Text

You lean against the saloon wall, holding a pool queue in one hand and taking small sips of your drink with the other. It's been a few weeks since your engagement. People keep asking when the wedding is. You and Sebastian haven't decided yet. Your running excuse for the delay is the summer crop changeover, though that's been done for a while. And you have to tell your family first, but you've been dreading it. They don't even know you've been dating.

You sigh, swirling your drink mindlessly. Do you even want your family at the wedding? Would they even come if you invited them? A big wedding sounds like a nightmare. Besides, most of your extended family are practically strangers at this point. But if you go with a small wedding here, you'd still invite the whole town. Then what would your mother think, knowing all of the townsfolk were invited and not your blood relatives. Ugh.

“You okay?”

You meet Sebastian's concerned eyes, eyes that were likely studying you for a while. “Ugh…I have to tell my mom about the wedding. I should really suck it up and rip the bandaid off.”

“You don't think she'll be happy for you?” Sam asks.

“I…think so? Probably, she's not a monster. But she's…judgy, sometimes.”

“I feel that. Does she even know Seb exists?” Abigail asks.

“No…” you shoot a guilty look at Sebastian.

“I guess I should go meet her, hey?” Sebastian sighs.

“What, you didn't ask her dad for permission to marry her?” Sam asks Sebastian.

“Pfft!” you almost spew your drink. Sam’s innocent seriousness makes you and Abigail erupt in laughter.

“Uh, no. Is that a thing? Do people still do that?” Sebastian looks between the group.

“My parents have been separated since I was young. Dad is a free spirit, he cares, but in a hands-off way. They won't be in the same room together though so it's not like we can invite dad anyways.”

“Oh…I had no idea.”

You shrug. “It is what it is.”

Now Sebastian looks anxious about all this. Awkward silence fills the games corner.

“You guys could just elope,” Abigail offers.

“True…”

“Regardless of how we get married, we still have to tell your family,” Sebastian says firmly, though it seems like he's mostly affirming it for himself.

You let out a heavy sigh, downing your drink.

“We should, at least.”

You meet Sebastian’s eyes. He’s right of course. “Yea, we should. I'll text her.”

Sebastian glances at you from the corner of his eye. You’re looking out the truck window calmly, but Sebastian can feel the anxious energy exuding from you. You've been quiet today. And the closer the Zuzu city skyline gets, the quieter you've become. The final hour has been a silent one, only soft background music accompanying their arrival.

He would have preferred to ride the bike out, it would have been faster and more fun. He suggested borrowing his mom’s truck for this trip since you're not used to riding the bike so long. You agreed eagerly, though he got the sense it was more to avoid giving your mom a first impression of him that might be unfavourable.

He knows you don't have a bad relationship with your mom, but it's…complicated. Complicated enough to bring out this meek, insecure girl sitting next to him. This girl is like a stranger to him. And though he hates seeing how uncomfortable you are, he can't help but feel curious about the family dynamic you never speak of.

Your mom had replied to your text right away and was ecstatic you wanted to visit. Even moreso when you told her you'd be introducing him. You decided to save the engagement announcement until the in-person meet, which Sebastian agreed was a good idea. You take a deep breath as he pulls up to your family home. A modest, unremarkable bungalow in the suburbs. Sebastian follows your lead to the front door, offering a reassuring smile instead of words. He’s trying hard to be your rock during this trip, but his heartbeat still quickens with nerves as you knock on the door. He's never had to make a first impression to a girlfriend's mom before. Let alone a fiancé. A surprise one at that.

It doesn't take long for the door to swing open, your mom’s broad smile and open arms greeting you and Sebastian warmly. “Hi!! Oh honey, it's so good to see you,” she pulls you in for a tight hug as any doting mother would. She locks eyes with Sebastian over your shoulder, reluctantly releasing her grip on you. “Sebastian! So nice to meet you, thank you for coming!”

“Nice to meet you too, thanks for having us,” Sebastian returns her smile, offering his hand to shake. She dismisses it playfully, going for a hug instead. He follows along, feeling somewhat relieved by the interaction. He glances your way to gauge your expression. You're smiling now, seeming a bit more relaxed. Your mom eagerly welcomes the two of you inside. She seems nice. What were you so worried about?

Your mom ushers him into the living room and says to make himself at home. Sebastian glances around the room, waiting for you to join him before committing to a seat. He catches your mom’s eyes studying him curiously, causing an involuntary gulp. It's not like she's staring, and he should have expected this for a first impression. Still, he can't help but feel scrutinized by her gaze.

“Hey!”

Your cheerful greeting breaks him out of desire to retreat into his shell. He turns to see a man who must be your brother and a pretty girl next to him.

“Hey! Long time no see,” your brother gives you a brief hug, as does the girlfriend.

“Oh, and this is Sebastian,” you turn to gesture at him.

Sebastian smiles, joining your side. “Nice to meet you,” he offers his hand to both of them.

They return his friendly greeting, telling him their names. They keep it brief though, moving past them to get their shoes on by the door.

“Oh, you’re not staying?” You ask.

“No, sorry. We have tickets for a movie. Catch you next time?”

“Sure, enjoy!” you wave them off.

Sebastian can see the disappointment on your face, try as you might to hide it. It doesn't seem like you’re surprised by this development though. A timer dings from the kitchen, breaking the brief silence after your brother's departure.

“Ah, that's for the pasta. Honey, do you mind?”

“On it!” You head to the kitchen with no hesitation.

“It smells great,” Sebastian smiles at your mom, eager to fill the empty air with small talk before he becomes an awkward ball of nerves.

“Thank you! Hope you like spaghetti.”

“Oh of course. My mom would love it, it's her favourite.”

Sebastian notices how her eyes brighten at the comment. Talking positively about his mom must make a good impression. He starts to relax a little, his eyes lingering on photographs of your childhood around the room. Your mom beams and tells him about the memories contained. Sebastian tries to soak in the new information about your past without seeming rude. He can't help but smile at your kid photos, which seems to be another positive point in his first impression score.

Once they all sit for dinner the questions start. All directed at him, about his family, childhood…

“And what do you do for work?”

He swallows a bite, nervous for her reaction. “I'm a computer programmer.” Maybe she'll leave it at that.

“Nice! Did you go to school here? What company do you work for? Must be a good one to let you work remotely.”

Of course not. He glances your way, catching your eyes doing the same. “I uh, I do freelance work actually. Self taught.”

“Oh! Well, that's…commendable.”

There it is. She tried to hide it, but the judgement seeps through. He anticipated this, though the ‘interview’ has gone well so far. You've been quiet of course, finishing your meal first since he's been the dinner entertainment. You get up and offer to take dishes, trying to pivot the conversation to highlight Sebastian’s recent projects he's worked on.

It works pretty well, and to your mom's credit she stays engaged and interested in the details of Sebastian’s work. It keeps the conversation going long enough for you to tidy up and take your seat back next to him. He notices you look a little…deflated. You wear a soft smile and listen to the conversation.

She hasn't asked her a single question about the farm, Sebastian realizes. He reaches for your hand under the table for a comforting squeeze, and you flash him a loving smile and squeeze him back.

Your mom notices the subtle gesture. “And how long have you been dating?”

Sebastian feels you tense up. “About a year,” he blurts out, hoping the white lie saves you from an awkward explanation.

“And you’re only now just telling me?” She scolds you.

“Well, you never asked,” your reply is noticeably defensive.

“You never visit, honey.”

“Mom, you know how hard it is to leave right?” You sigh in frustration.

Sebastian squeezes your hand again, this time for his own comfort as he squirms through the interaction. He knows this is not the first time you've had this conversation with her.

“You’re here now,” she retorts.

“And I asked a lot of my friends to make it happen. The animals need care, I can't just drop everything-”

“I know, I…appreciate that,” she softens her expression, “I'm glad you're here, honey. Thank you for coming.”

Your shoulders relax, relieved she dropped it. “I'm glad we came,” you lock eyes with Sebastian, smiling briefly. Your hand tenses in his again, and you look back to your mother. “Um…so we…” you clutch the mermaid pendant at your chest, “we’re engaged.”

A pause grows stale. Your mom looks between you and Sebastian from across the table, unsure how to react. You hold your breath, waiting for her to say something.

“Really?” Her tone is genuinely curious. Sebastian nods when her eyes lock with his again. She looks back at you. “That's wonderful honey, congratulations to you both.”

It's not an over the top reaction. Quite the opposite, really. She’s not disappointed, just…surprised. Which is fair, she just met Sebastian after all.

“Thanks,” you release a breath, squeezing his hand. Sebastian squeezes you back and you share a smile together.

“Well come on then, let me see the ring,” she gestures to your hidden hand that's been holding Sebastian’s, wearing a broad smile that seems to drum up some excitement in her.

“Oh, um,” you release his hand, bringing it up to the pendant, “in Stardew Valley they use these mermaid shell pendants-”

“Psh, that silly tradition? I thought that looked familiar, I remember your grandmother showing me hers. Don't you want proper rings?”

Anxiety tugs at Sebastian's heart. Should I have gotten her a ring?

“No, this is perfect,” you say firmly.

“Okay then…” she shrugs, clearly not buying it. “Well, I'm glad my oldest is getting married first after all. I thought for sure your brother would have proposed by now. When is the wedding?”

“We’re not sure yet, but it'll be in the valley - you'll come, right? We have a place for you to stay-”

“For you, honey, I will,” she gives you a soft smile. “What's your plan after the wedding?”

“What do you mean?”

“You don't plan to move to a farm, do you?” She asks Sebastian directly.

He stiffens, not sure what to say. She continues before he has a chance to process a response.

“Surely you'll come find a place here, sell that old lot and buy a house-”

“We're staying on the farm, mom,” you say sternly.

“Come on, aren't you done playing in the mud? Sebastian, you don't really want to live there, do you? You could come here, get a real job. Maybe your friend Jamie can hook him up with something-”

“Mom.”

Sebastian’s neck tingles, muscles tensing. A familiar muddle of vulnerability, defensiveness and shame bubbles up, like how he feels when Demetrius gets after him but with more shock than burning anger.

“I'm just saying, it would be better-”

“You really have no idea how successful she is, do you?” Sebastian didn't mean to say it out loud. It was a sudden realization, coming out as more surprised than defensive.

You place a hand on his arm to stop him, standing up. “Thanks for dinner, mom. We’ll be in touch when we have more details about the wedding date, okay?”

“Okay,” she lifts her hands in resignation, “you’re not driving back tonight, are you? You can stay here for the night.”

“We are, gotta be there for the morning animal chores.”

“Tch, well please drive safe. There's lots of wildlife out there at night.”

“Seb is well aware, he grew up there,” you smile at him softly. “We will, thanks.”

“Come again soon if you can, okay? If you need help planning the wedding, I'd love to be involved. I can't afford too much, but I'd love to buy your dress at least, if you'll let me.”

“That's sweet, thank you. I'll text you later,” you pull Sebastian to the front door.

“Nice to meet you, and congratulations again,” she says warmly, offering goodbye hugs.

Sebastian politely returns the niceties, thanking her for the meal. He tries to balance saying a proper goodbye with following your urgency in getting out the door.

You let out a big exhale once back at the truck.

“I thought we had a hotel for tonight?” Sebastian asks.

“We do.”

“Ah. Gotcha.”

Silence follows. Sebastian starts the truck, driving to their hotel a short distance away.

“Sorry,” you mumble towards the window.

“It's okay. I was expecting much worse,” he chuckles.

You don't say anything.

“I…think I get it now. How you feel about her,” he says tentatively.

“Yea. It's…she means well, it's just…”

“Frustrating.”

“Yea.”

“She has no idea how loaded you are, hey?” He smirks.

“Pfft. No. I don't want to tell her. I want her to see for herself.”

“Do you think she'd change her mind about the farm if she knew?”

“Not about the farm, but maybe about my choice to be there. I think she'd try not to act differently, but she would. She’d expect some…generosity. It's human nature,” you shrug.

“Yea…”

The silence resumes for the remainder of the drive. And as they walk up to the hotel concierge. You put on your customer service face when checking in. Bright smile, bright greeting. Like how you usually are. He quietly observes, impressed with how good you are at hiding your feelings. What else have you bottled away?

You turn off the customer service face in the elevator, returning to silence as you navigate to the room. You drop your bag unceremoniously, sighing and slumping your shoulders.

Sebastian snakes his arms around your waist for a hug. You let your arms ragdoll on his shoulders, nestling your face into his neck.

“What's on your mind?” He says softly into your hair.

You goan into his neck.

“If you don't want to talk about it, tell me to fuck off.”

You lean back, looking into his eyes. Your expression softens. “I love you…thank you for doing this with me.”

“I love you too. We're in this together. You've dealt with my family for years, this is the least I could do.”

“I…what did you think of her? Am I being overdramatic?”

Sebastian pauses to think. “Over dramatic is extreme. At first I thought you were a bit overly defensive, maybe. Like…she's nice. She clearly loves you and wants what's best for you. I think it's the ‘what's best for you' part that's the issue. And I definitely felt the judginess you talked about before. The subtle and er, less subtle opinions.”

“Ugh, yes. It's the ‘I love you no matter what but I don't agree with your life choices’ that drives me insane. And then I just go into spirals. I get so worked up, but then I remember a little judginess is nothing compared to what others deal with. She raised us as a single mother, and did a great job. She loves us. If I needed help and asked for it, she'd do it.”

“Hey, don't do that. Just because it's ‘not that bad’ doesn't mean it impacts your mental health any less. You know who told me that?”

“Hm?”

“You did.”

“Oh.”

“Your frustration is valid and justified. It sucks not feeling seen by the people who are supposed to know you the best. Trust me, I know.”

“...Of course you do,” you sigh softly, a genuine look of realization on your face.

“I hate the feeling that my family, especially my mom, doesn't know me at all. They care, but not enough to want to get to know me. The real me. What I like, what I want to do with my time. It's isolating. It’s made me jaded, and it sucks that I can't wait to get out of their house.”

“That's exactly it. The not caring to try part. It makes the relationship feel surface level, and it's like…if you don't want to be let into my life, then I don't want to share. It's why I'm so reserved with personal things, especially with them.”

“I get it. I really do.”

“I hope you don't feel like I've been hiding stuff from you. I don't mean to, it's uh, habit, I guess.”

“I don't. I know the valley was a fresh start for you and I figured that's why you didn't ever talk about your past. If you want to tell me, I want to know, but if you don't I'm not going to pry. Unless you have some deep dark criminal secret or like, insane debt or…I dunno, a secret family or something. Please disclose that before we get married,” he chuckles.

Your signature laugh is a wave of relief for him. “My past is not nearly that interesting, I promise. And same to you, for the disclosing marriage-breaking information thing.”

“Are you kidding? I barely left my mother's basement before you showed up. I'm way too much of a shut in for a life of crime or secret family.”

You share a laugh, the mood lightening. Sebastian rubs circles into the small of your back, looking lovingly into your eyes.

“Seb? If I ever do that thing…that judgy thing…please tell me, and shut that shit down. I don't want to be like that. Ever.”

“I promise. Same for me, okay?”

“Pinky promise,” you release an arm from his neck to find his hand to lock in the promise.

Sebastian brings up your locked pinkies and kisses your hand. “How do you feel now? Are you glad we came?”

“I'm glad we told her. I almost think it might have been better to tell her once we decided on a date, though.”

“Well, what do you think? We can decide on one right now,” Sebastian leads you to the bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You flop your back on the bed, staring at the ceiling to think. “I'm not particular about a specific date. I'm thinking more about the spectacle of it all and being the centre of attention. And about who to invite, you know?” You turn to look up at him. “What do you want out of it?

Sebastian hums contemplatively. “Part of me doesn't care at all about the event. I just want to marry you. The other part of me wants it to be special…I dunno, there's something inside me that wants to show you off. Show the town and whoever else comes that you’re mine,” he grins.

You blush, averting his eyes momentarily.

“Not in a creepy possessive way, but in like a ‘that's my wife’ way. I'm so proud of you, I can't believe you want to spend your life with me. I love you so much, it makes me want to put on that performance. Despite my introverted self screaming at the thought of standing at the altar.”

A cheeky grin crosses your flushed face. “You’re actually going to stand at the altar, expressing your sappy vows in front of the whole town?”

Sebastian chuckles and leans over you, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “It's not exactly the dream, but yea. I will.” He blushes, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss the adorable smirk on your red face. “What about you, gorgeous? What do you want out of our wedding day?”

You hum, staring at the ceiling. “I don't know…I don't feel the need to have a big production. I've never been the type to fantasize about my wedding day…” you look back at him, sitting up to face him. “If you wanted to elope or whatever I'd be happy. But if we want an ‘event,’ I just want to have a good time. Oh, and photos I guess. Definitely photos.”

Sebastian smiles, reaching to give your hand a gentle squeeze. “...Yea, photos…I think…I want the event,” he says quietly.

“Yea?” You squeeze his hand back, eyes twinkling with an adoration Sebastian still can't believe you have for him. “Let's do it. Now we just have to decide when. What do you think?”

“Three days?” He winks.

“You’re crazy!!” You laugh.

“I could pull it together,” he teases. “Why don't we try this…there's an exercise where you flip a coin when you can't decide something. The idea is when the coin hits the air you already know which option you want to have, before the results are in. It like, psychologically forces you to pick between two options. For this, I can throw out some options and you tell me your gut reaction. That work?”

“Let's do it,” you nod.

“Okay. Tomorrow, courthouse wedding.”

“No,” you say right away, “we wouldn't get a nice photoshoot that way.”

“Alright. Three days,” he smirks.

“No,” you laugh, “honestly, the crunch time of getting that ready would stress me out.”

“One year?”

“That long?” You pout.

Sebastian grins. His suggestions of a quick turnaround were half joking, but he also doesn't want to wait that long. “Hmm…three months? It would be a Fall wedding.”

“I do like the fall…not too hot, and the valley is beautiful then…I think that's a happy medium,” you smile softly.

“Three months it is,” Sebastian returns your smile, pulling out his phone to look at the calendar. “Let’s see…how about this Saturday, the one before Abby’s birthday? It's early enough in the season you wouldn't have to worry about fair preparations.”

“Sounds perfect,” you lean in to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

Sebastian reaches a hand up to your face, affectionately rubbing his thumb on your cheek. “It's starting to feel real now,” he says softly.

“It is,” you blush.

A twinkle crosses Sebastian’s eyes. “Let's get our money’s worth out of this hotel. See how thin these walls really are,” he smirks.

“Sebastian, so naughty,” you say coyly.

“Says the one already calling me by my full name,” he whispers in your ear, crawling a hand up your thigh. Sebastian grins deviously when your breath hitches. “Maybe there's a pair of handcuffs in these drawers hiding under the bible,” he reaches across you to rummage through the drawer of the bedside table.

“Handcuffs?” you raise an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yea. So you can't cover your mouth when you moan my name,” he smirks.

“Sebastian!”

“Like that. Louder,” He teases, crawling across you playfully to rummage through the drawer on the other side of the bed.

“I doubt you’ll have any luck with that.”

You're right of course, he knows this little charade is silly. But the glimmer of excitement on your flushed face as you watch him inspect the room is worth keeping up the act a little longer. “You never know, maybe a previous guest left something behind,” he opens the desk drawer, picking up a pen that rolled to the front.

“Guess we won't get fined after all,” you exaggerate a sigh, still smiling.

The closet by the door is the last place he’ll check before giving up the bit. Just as he starts brainstorming how to keep up the excitement after the inevitable failure, his eyes land on a bathrobe hanging in the closet. He looks over his shoulder at you and smiles deviously, pulling the drawstring free from it and snapping it in front of him.

“Are you serious?” Your eyebrows raise, but you’re grinning like an idiot.

“Hands together darling.”

You immediately obey his request, sending a quiver of excitement down his spine. He ties your wrists together, tightly but playfully, and raises your arms above your head, tying the other end to the bedpost.

You giggle as he eagerly fumbles the makeshift restraints overtop of you. He smiles devilishly once he’s satisfied with the knot, sitting back on his knees to remove your bottoms. Your giggles turn to short gasps when he grabs your leg, planting kisses up your thigh.

“Say my name again, pretty girl.”

“Sebas-tian” your breath hitches, his tongue sliding to your folds when you open your mouth.

He presses your thighs down to keep them apart, delighting in your sharp gasp. “Louder.”

Lewd moans escape you as he drags his tongue around your entrance, slowly crawling up to your bundle of nerves. “Seb-” another gasp escapes you, then another louder moan.

Sebastian hums with satisfaction into your cunt, your hips trembling in response. He knows exactly how to push all the right buttons to draw those delicious sounds out of you.

First, light circles of his tongue on your clit. Not too fast, not too much pressure. Enough to get you riled up, soaking wet, and trembling for more. The moans and trembles tell him to switch to his next move. He grips your thighs from underneath, firmly spreading them apart and containing your quivering. He breaks away long enough to hear your whimpers for more, then dives his tongue into your slick entrance, swirling your juices around and moving them up to your clit once he's satisfied with the guttural moans the teasing elicits.

No more soft teasing this time. He flattens his tongue against your swollen clit, applying enough pressure that you jerk your hips into his face. He doesn't falter, tongue circling slowly at first, adding suction when your hips quiver for more.

“FUCK, so good baby-”

The praise only makes him more determined. He increases his speed, his own arousal making it difficult to lay on his stomach with how hard his cock is against his jeans. He won't have to wait much longer. You’re on the edge of exploding, and once you come you're putty in his hands, begging for his cock.

The restraints above your head seem to be working. You’re much louder than usual, and much more jerky in your trembles of pleasure. He looks up at you, your chest heaving beautifully, face flushed and head thrown back to the ceiling. One final move will push you over the edge. Trying to keep his view of your face, he snakes one hand under and dips two fingers in your entrance, curving them up to pull at your g-spot while his tongue accelerates on your clit.

Sharp cries grow louder, and you jerk violently at your restraints, moaning so loud you might get them a noise complaint after all.

“Fu- Sebastian, coming-” your breathless words music to his ears as the crescendo of his efforts wash over you. He holds your hips close, ignoring how tight you’re clenching around his fingers while you ride out the orgasm.

“Good girl,” he wipes his face, sitting up to release his cock from his jeans.

“Untie me so I can touch you,” you say breathlessly, shoulders squirming as you shudder from your high.

“Where's the fun in that?” He smirks, pumping his cock and lining it up to your entrance.

“No fair,” you gasp as he slowly teases your aching clit with his tip.

“I will if you ask nicely,” he leans over and whispers in your ear.

“Just fuck me already.”

He pushes into you eagerly, reveling in your sharp gasps of pleasure. He places sloppy kisses along your ears and neck, feeling up your breasts under your shirt with each thrust. You jerk against your restraints with frustrated moans.

“What's wrong baby? Don't like being tied up?” He teases, thrusting harder.

“I want to run my hands through your hair,” you gasp, “scratch along your back to show you how good you make me feel.”

“You’ll just have to use your words instead tonight,” he grins, picking up his pace.

“I don't think- this is what 'tying the knot means-” you choke out.

“Oh she's got jokes hm? I must not be doing a good enough job,” he sits up on his knees, gripping your hips tight and hammers into you at breakneck speed.

“FUCK! Yes, yes-” your moans becoming incoherent, your head thrown back violently. The headboard bangs against the wall, matching the crescendo of your cries. Your flushed face scrunches with pleasure, and you grip the belt above your head tight as your back arches, your climax quickly approaching.

The sight of you splayed out like this, loose strands of hair sticking to your damp face as you arch against the restraints brings a rush of heat to Sebastian’s face. He keeps up the intensity, gaze flitting between your gorgeous fucked-out face and his cock sliding in and out of your perfect pussy. Your walls tighten violently around him, a sharp cry signalling that you've reached your peak. The sudden pressure around his cock pushes him over the edge in seconds. “Fuck baby, I-” Sebastian’s orgasm hits hard, his hips shuddering alongside yours as hot ropes of cum fill you to the brim.

An angry knock from the other side of the wall startles both you and Sebastian, slightly ruining the comedown of your intense orgasms.

“Sorry!” You yell, panting heavily. You start laughing between breaths, trying to lower your volume.

“Whoops,” Sebastian collapses on you, both of you breathlessly giggling as you come down from your highs.

“Untie me now,” you whisper, breaths starting to settle.

Sebastian chuckles through his panting, reaching up to fumble with the knot. As soon as you’re released you run your hands through his hair, bringing his face close for a passionate kiss.

With tangled limbs, hearts racing against each other's chests, and heat radiating from his face, Sebastian reluctantly breaks the kiss to catch his breath. He cups your cheek, locking his eyes with yours. “When you showed up in town, I never thought I'd be marrying you someday.”

You release a soft chuckle, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Don't be ridiculous,” he pulls you in for another kiss, melting into the tight embrace.

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Summer is in full swing now, and the new crops are just beginning to blossom. The poppies in your flower patch tucked away near the greenhouse have just bloomed, and your busy bees are working overtime. It almost feels cruel, harvesting the fruits of their labour. Though the bees didn't seem to be too upset with your intrusion. You take a deep inhale of the fresh morning air, balancing a crate of honey jars on your hip as you make your way to the farmhouse for a coffee break.

You spot Sebastian’s bike through the mesh of your beekeeping suit. You smile to yourself watching him text intently on the porch stairs. He only notices you when the jars clank in the box as you adjust your grip on the crate.

The sight of you startles him slightly, a broad smile soon following. “Morning, space traveler.”

“Greetings, earthling,” you grin, clumsily pulling the mesh veil off your head. “You look busy,” you nod towards his phone.

“Yea actually, it's Jamie. He's got a few clients for me. I guess he often gets bugged to do work on the side for people, and asked if it's alright to send them my way.”

“Nice! That's a win-win, hey?”

“Exactly,” he smiles, “he's asking what's new with us, should I tell him about the engagement?”

“Shoot, yes! I totally forgot to tell them,” you wince.

By the time you pour coffee for you and Sebastian, your group chat with Jamie and Charlotte blow up with congratulations. Sebastian takes the cup you offer with a loving smile, kissing your cheek. It's sweet to see how genuinely excited they are for you.

Charlotte: Omg! We should come visit and celebrate! :)

We'd love that! Come any time <3

Jamie: How about this weekend? We can drive up after work on Friday

Perfect! Can't wait to show you around :)

Fridays at the Stardrop are usually bumping, but tonight is especially busy. It seems the whole town caught wind that there's fresh blood coming to visit tonight. Caroline and Jodi join Robin and Demetrius. Alex and Haley sit at the table next to Leah’s group, and even Maru and Penny join them tonight. You and Sebastian share a grin at the bar while a very happy Gus pours your drinks.

“Farmer! Where's your friends?” Haley calls out from across the room.

“Should be here any minute now,” you grin, amused by her impatient pout.

Speak of the devils, the entertainment of the evening arrives. It's strange seeing folks other than Pelican town residents walking through the saloon doors. Jamie and Charlotte light up at the warm atmosphere, barely getting a chance to greet you and Sebastian before being pulled in different directions to meet your neighbours. You roll your eyes playfully and order a drink for both of them, handing Charlotte her poison of choice and gracefully pulling her away to meet your friends before Jodi and Caroline monopolize her time for the evening.

Sam managed to pull Jamie and Sebastian to the games corner to catch up before anyone else could bombard him with questions. Abigail joins you to introduce Charlotte to your friends on the opposite side of the bar. She doesn't seem to mind mingling, being the friendly outgoing type that she is. With Haley leading the conversation, an hour passes before you know it.

“Here Farmer, let me get your next round,” Charlotte takes your empty glass, effortlessly taking advantage of a pause in conversation. “We should probably check on our spouses too,” she winks.

Your heart flutters, a hand reaching to touch your mermaid pendant without thinking. Spouses. It's still strange to think you'll be a married woman soon. Strange, but exciting. You nod and follow her to the bar.

You give a content sigh, enjoying the buzz of booze and conversation. Your eyes scan the full bar while Emily and Gus chat Charlotte up. Willy catches your eye and waves you over.

“Evenin’ Lass. How's your friend enjoying our small town gathering place so far?”

“No complaints as far as I can tell,” you glance over your shoulder, smiling as Charlotte laughs at whatever Gus is enthusiastically telling her. “She has no problem striking up a conversation with anyone, so I think she's having fun.”

“How come you didn't bring any single friends,” Clint grumbles, eyes fixated on the bar.

“Would you talk to her if she was single?” You raise an eyebrow.

Clint stiffens up and looks away nervously. Charlotte’s hand lands on your shoulder, and she greets the men with a bright smile.

“Sorry about that!” She hands you a drink, freeing it up to offer Clint a handshake. “I'm Charlotte, nice to meet you!”

You and Willy smile smugly as Clint visibly dies inside from nerves. “Uh, Clint,” he offers his hand meekly.

“Clint’s a blacksmith, isn't that cool?” You tell Charlotte.

Clint’s face flushes with embarrassment. “Oh, it's noth-”

“Wow, for real!? I didn't know people still did that these days. That's like, medieval badassery!”

You and Willy chuckle as Charlotte bombards him with questions, you amping Clint up when he tries to downplay his work. It looks like he can't decide whether to be flattered or horrified by the unexpected attention you drew to him. After a while you let him off the hook and introduce Willy to her.

“Pleased to meet you, lass,” he offers his hand to shake. “Er, forgive the smell lingerin’ off me. Had a good haul off the docks today.”

“Let me guess, fisherman?”

“Aye, just like my pappy was.”

“You must be quite the sailor then!”

Willy chuckles. “Well, I used to be…you know, I've been meaning to bring this up to you, Farmer. I've been sitting on my pappy’s ol vessel for ages. She's in the back of my shop. All I'd need is a few, er, generous donations and I can fix er up with Robin’s help.”

“Is that so?” You raise an eyebrow, smirking at the old sailor. “How could I refuse?”

Charlotte chuckles, inquisitive at the request. She knows you do well at the farm, but a proposition like this must seem strange to her. Willy glances away bashfully, his weathered cheeks reddening.

“Of course I'll help,” you chuckle, “what do you need?”

“Much appreciated, lass. And no rush of course. We’ll need some battery packs, iridium bars and a boat load of hardwood to patch er up.”

“Iridium bars? What for?” You cock your head in confusion.

“The anchor.”

“You want an iridium anchor!?”

Willy chuckles nervously.

“What's iridium?” Charlotte whispers at you.

“Only the rarest, most expensive metal around,” you say, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes locked on Willy’s.

“Aye, though it is the heaviest!” Willy says.

“And strongest. It's also corrosion resistant. Ideal for an anchor, really,” Clint adds.

“Not helping,” you glance at Clint. You sigh, unfurling your arms. “How much do you need?”

“Five bars should do it.”

“FIVE? Sheesh. And iron won't cut it?”

“Well…you see, my pappy always wanted-”

“Fine,” you cut him off, grumbling in defeat. “I'll bring the supplies down on Monday. I'll see if Robin can help haul the wood down.”

“You rang?”

You turn to see Robin on her way to the bar with empty glasses. She smiles broadly, noticing Willy’s excited expression.

“It seems Willy has a new project for you.”

“Ah, you finally asked Farmer for help with the boat?” She grins at the fisherman.

“You were right, I should have asked sooner. Once she's ready to set sail we can take er out to Ginger Island! Your friends can come enjoy it too,” he nods at Charlotte.

“Awesome,” Charlotte's eyes twinkle. She turns to Robin. “Oh! You must be Seb’s mom, right?”

“That's right. Thanks for looking after my boy in Zuzu,” she smiles.

“Our pleasure. I've heard lots about you!”

“Only good things, I hope!”

“Of course! Well, other than him being annoyed with how much you checked in on him,” Charlotte laughs.

“That sounds about right,” Robin chuckles. “Will you two be sticking around for the Luau on Sunday?”

“Oh! I suppose we could, I'll have to check with my husband.”

“Is that this weekend already? Where does the time go. You and Jamie should come if you can, it's quite the event,” you tell her.

“Aye, you must stay for the soup,” Willy nods.

“The…soup?” Charlotte asks.

The table laughs at her confusion, no one offering her an explanation.

“We should check with the boys. I haven't seen Jamie all night. See you guys on Sunday!” You wave at Clint and Willy, nodding for Charlotte to follow you to the games corner.

“Nice to meet you!” She quickly adds before you leave her behind. “Ok, but what's with the soup?” She asks you.

“You'll just have to wait and see,” you smirk.

After all that mingling, Sebastian's dark hair and hoodie is a sight for sore eyes. He laughs with Jamie at something Sam said. He looks so happy. A warm, bubbly feeling swirls in your stomach looking at his genuine smile. You want to kiss him. Even more so when he catches your eyes, smile beaming even brighter when you meet them. Sebastian pulls you in for a one-armed hug, planting a kiss on your hair. He looks down at you with that crooked smile, offering his glass for a cheers. This will do for now, you smile back at him.

“Long time no see, ladies,” Jamie greets you, squeezing his wife’s hand.

“Sorry, I was making friends! Also, we got invited to stay for the town Luau on Sunday, you in? Apparently there's soup,” Charlotte tells him.

“Oh yea, you gotta stay for the soup!” Sam nudges him, sharing a grin with Sebastian.

“...Soup?” Jamie looks to Sebastian for clarity.

“Mhm. It's a time-honoured tradition around here. I told you guys about it ages ago, when we first met. Remember?”

“Ohhhhh I do now,” Jamie laughs, “yea alright, fuck it let's stay.”

“I don't!” Charlotte looks between the group. “Am I being punked?”

“Of course not,” you pat her shoulder, “you won't regret it. All of Pelican town's festivals are memorable, to say the least.”

“Alright then, I'm down. I haven't seen you all night Seb, I've been meaning to ask - what did you think of the live action Cave Saga?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” he grumbles, smile quickly fading.

You and your friends erupt in laughter at his reaction. The way they butchered that movie personally victimized your poor fiancé. After several more drinks and games of pool, he rants about the cinema sins as the four of you stumble back to the farm.

Despite your pounding head begging you to ignore your 6 a.m. alarm, you slip out of bed before Sebastian stirs in his sleep. Coffee and farm chores will be your hangover cure today. Your fiancé and guests will be in much worse shape than you this morning, so you want to let them all sleep in as much as possible. By 10 a.m. you've completed all your morning chores, showered, and got a spread of fresh fruit and muffins ready for breakfast.

You spot Jamie and Charlotte emerging from the cabin in a groggy state. “Morning!” You greet them, making your way over from the melon patch.

The two of them look around in awe. Jamie rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Morning. If it weren't for this headache I would ask if I was dreaming. This is…incredible,” he looks around in awe.

“You think so?” You blush. This is the first time either of them have seen the farm in daylight.

“I've never seen a farm before, but it's obvious this is next level,” Charlotte says.

“Thanks guys. We’ll do a proper tour after breakfast,” you lead them to the farmhouse where an adorably disheveled Sebastian waits with coffees for them. “Feel free to sit out here if you like,” you motion to the two patio chairs on your deck. “It's too bad we don't have more outdoor seating. Maybe we should build a gazebo or something,” you look out to the farm, pondering what that might look like. The fire pit could be turned into something more permanent for sure.

“We’ll have to add it to the list,” Sebastian says.

“I don't mind standing,” Jamie stretches, “I slept great.”

“Same. It's so quiet out here,” Charlotte adds.

It's probably the loudest part of the day right now, you smile to yourself, noting all the happy animal sounds in the fields. It took you a long while to get used to the difference in ambient noise here. These two have only ever lived in the bustling city.

“Do you need any help with farm work today?” Jamie asks.

“Nope! I got it covered this morning. Besides, I won't make my guests do manual labour,” you laugh. “The only thing planned for today is Marnie bringing over the new ducklings for that coop over there. Maybe you guys can help me get them acclimated?”

“Ooo!” Charlotte's eyes light up with excitement.

Breakfast and the prospects of baby ducks seems to have mostly cured their hangovers. They excitedly follow you around the farm for an in-depth tour. Jamie was particularly fascinated by the fish ponds, while Charlotte is obsessed with the chickens. She's been taking a bazillion pictures, delighted by their clucks as they scurry around her feet.

“Hey, this reminds me, what are you going to do for your hen party?” She asks you.

“Hen party?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know, stagette! Bachelorette party, what have you.”

“Oh right! Huh. I didn't even think about that. I guess I wasn't planning to have one.”

“What!?”

“You should do a bachelor party too,” Jamie nudges Sebastian.

“I dunno…” Sebastian says.

Charlotte gives the two of you a scolding look. “You should! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“You know, ideally,” Jamie adds, earning a dirty look from his wife. “What!? You only plan to be married once.”

“True…” you trail off, thinking if it's even possible logistically. Or what you'd even do for it. It might be too tight of a timeline to bother.

“Heeyy!!” A voice calls in the distance. Haley walks with Marnie from the southern edge of the farm, waving with a bright smile. You return her wave and gather the group to meet them halfway. “Hope you don't mind me tagging along,” Haley says. “I was just looking for some inspiration when she walked by,” she holds up the camera hanging on her neck.

“Not at all!”

What an amazing coincidence that the ducklings hatched the weekend your friends arrived. The way everyone lights up with childlike wonder watching the ducklings explore their new home warms your heart. Even Sebastian grins from ear to ear, gently encouraging the chicks to explore the pond. Waiting for the tea saplings to grow into a proper natural fence was definitely worth it. Haley and Charlotte are getting along splendidly, delighting in getting adorable pictures of the ducklings.

“Haley, you need to convince Farmer to have a hen party,” Charlotte nudges her.

“Oh my god, yes! You have to!”

“Do I?”

“Yes! It's a celebration of the end of an era. And an excuse to splurge on a party,” she grins. “If you make me your maid of honor and give me your credit card I'll plan the whole thing!”

“You will, will you?” You raise an eyebrow at her. She's joking, but if you hand her your card she'll absolutely take the opportunity to go all out.

“How is the wedding planning going anyways?” Haley asks.

“Well…” you pause, sharing a glance with Sebastian, “we picked a date! Third Saturday in Fall.”

“A fall wedding! That will be lovely. If you guys want some help planning let me know. I planned our wedding, so I have some experience,” Charlotte says.

Jamie nods. “She did an amazing job. I was lucky she took the reins on it, it was too overwhelming for me.”

“You have lots of time, but it's good to start early. Especially for locking down things like your dress and the venue. My dress tailoring wasn't done until a month before the date and it was stressful,” Charlotte says.

You and Sebastian share a nervous look.

Haley looks between the two of you. “Uh, Charlotte? I think these idiots mean this Fall.”

“What!!?” Charlotte’s eyes widen, and she looks at you to confirm. Your nervous laughter says it all. “I'm gonna throw up…do you have anything aside from the date? Venue, even?”

“We were thinking of having the ceremony in the town square,” Sebastian adds sheepishly.

“You think!?” Shit, you guys really have nothing yet, do you?” Charlotte says. “What about the reception, where will that be?”

“Do you have colours picked out? Or flowers?” Haley asks.

“An officiant?”

“Catering?”

“Where will guests stay, do you need a shuttle from the city?”

“A photographer?” Haley shoots you a knowing look. She can clock that you're assuming the townsfolk will be taking a lot of these roles.

“Shit,” Sebastian says under his breath. He starts pacing with his hand on his chin.

You gulp nervously, feeling incredibly naive. There's so much to think about.

“Maybe postponing it a year would be best,” Jamie suggests, watching his stressed-out wife.

Sebastian stops and looks at you, defeat in his eyes.

“We…didn't want to wait that long,” you say quietly.

Charlotte sighs, smiling softly. “I’m sorry if I'm stressing you guys out. I just want your day to be the best it can be. This fall will be tight, but not impossible. I'm happy to help, if you want me to, of course.”

“It sounds like we could use it,” Sebastian chuckles nervously.

“Fine,” Haley huffs, “I'll help too,” she smirks, clearly excited at the opportunity to be involved.

“Thanks ladies,” you smile.

“Let's start at the top. How many guests are coming?” Charlotte asks.

“Errr…”

“I haven't gotten my invite yet,” Haley crosses her arms.

“You guys!! We need to send invites out ASAP. This doesn't give much time to ask for RSVP’s,” Charlotte scolds you both, stress quickly returning.

“I have engagement photos of them we can use,” Haley tells Charlotte.

“That's perfect. I can design them, and we’ll want to send them digitally for a quicker turnaround. You two need to give us the guest list like, yesterday.”

“On it,” Sebastian gulps.

“And you both need to start networking for favours at the Luau tomorrow,” Haley scolds. “Like asking Gus about catering. And Emily for your outfits.”

“I don't want to ask too much of them-”

“Nonsense. You know Gus would never let some stranger make your wedding meal. And all Emily has been talking about lately is how she hopes she can make your dress. So you better get on that soon before the last minute stress affects them too.”

“Okay,” you say. It's sweet knowing how willing everyone is to help make this day special.

“Let's meet tonight and make this planning committee official. I'll get Abigail and Leah to come too,” Haley pulls out her phone.

“Oh, I thought we wanted to-”

“This is way more important,” Charlotte interrupts you. “We can go to the spa next time we're here.”

Sebastian leans against the totem pole by the docks, the salty sea breeze a much appreciated reprieve from the midday sun. It's the same spot he always stands to people watch at the Luau. Unlike last year, he doesn't mind watching you be constantly pulled away for conversations as much. When he spots you across the beach, your mermaid pendant shimmers in the sun.

He actually kinda looked forward to the festival today, despite his social battery being in the red already. It's a rare treat to show new people the quirky gatherings this town puts on. Somehow Jamie and Charlotte seem more energetic than ever today, though they must be getting tired from the constant activities and late nights. Especially last night - Leah had the idea to use the community centre to meet for the wedding planning session, which was productive but long. He still can't believe how much needed to be thought about to make their day special. A three day turnaround seems impossible now. He would have only planned for the ceremony bit, and it would have been very simple.

You deserve better than that, he thinks to himself, watching you talk with the Governor.

Jamie walks up beside him, taking a big swig from his water bottle. “I don't know how she's standing over the pot like that. It's hot as fuck today.”

“She insists,” Sebastian shrugs, looking over to Marnie stirring the soup. Anything to get closer to the mayor, he smirks to himself. “It's weird, right?”

“Definitely. The roasted pig I can get behind, but the giant cauldron of soup is wild for a summer beach party,” Jamie says. He nods your way. “S’that the governor? She's been talking with him for a while.”

“Yep. He's even more interested in her now that the farm is doing well,” Sebastian says, amused by Lewis’ feeble attempts to get a word in. You politely engage with the governor, effortlessly making a good impression. Lewis should take notes from you instead of anxiously trying to get noticed.

“Dang. She's like, legit loaded hey? He must be pleased with the tax revenue.”

“Farmers don't get taxed in the Ferngill Republic.”

“Oh shit, that's right! Lucky,” he elbows Sebastian playfully.

Sebastian smirks, a light blush crossing his cheeks. “She has donated a lot to improve the valley. Not to mention the amount of business she's brought everyone else in town. My mom had a record-breaking year last year cus of her.”

“That's incredible. I'm so happy she left the city,” Jamie says, watching your conversation. “Do you ever miss Zuzu?”

“Hm…” Sebastian pauses to think. He hasn't thought about the city for a while. “The farm is the last place I thought I'd end up. I spent so long thinking the city was my end game. I don't miss it. But…I do miss the fantasy of it. Without it it's like I lost a piece of myself, in a way.”

Jamie hums thoughtfully, letting the moment linger. A breeze rushes past them, and Sebastian watches you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as it reaches you.

“I'm in this weird transition phase right now. I'm not sure how I'll fit in with her,” Sebastian nods your way. “But…there's nowhere I'd rather be.”

Jamie pats Sebastian’s shoulder and gives him a kind smile. “As much as I like fantasy, I'd choose reality every time. You won't regret it.”

Both men startle at the sound of Lewis’ voice booming over his megaphone. Jamie chuckles at Sebastian's grumbles of annoyance, and they watch the performative tasting ceremony begin. The governor gives it a glowing review, and Marnie starts dishing out bowls for the crowd.

Jamie crinkles his nose. “It can't be that good. I saw some of the weird shit that went in there.”

“You'll have to try it and see for yourself,” Sebastian nudged him with a smirk.

Marnie catches his eyes and waves them over, insisting he take a bowl. Jamie gives in to the woman’s enthusiasm and gives the soup she gave him a tentative sniff. Sebastian politely declines her offer with a raised hand.

“You're not having any? No fair,” he says under his breath, taking a reluctant sip. “Hm. You know what, it's actually not bad.”

Sebastian chuckles. “Gus doesn’t let it get out of hand.”

Speaking of Gus, the chef furrows his brows and wags a ladle at someone over their shoulders. “Not a step further, you scoundrel!!” His booming voice scolds.

Sam is getting too close to the soup, it seems. Sebastian smirks as Sam joins them. He raises a big beach ball up and winces with an innocent smile. “I come in peace!” Sam says to Gus. “Yo, let’s play volleyball!” He throws the ball to Jamie.

“I’m in,” he grins.

“FARMER! Volleyball!” Sam yells at you.

Sebastian cringes, half from the volume and half from how he interrupted your chat with the governor. To his surprise, you politely excuse yourself and jog to meet them. You look relieved for the excuse to ditch, grabbing Sebastian’s hand with a bright smile and following Sam’s lead to the beach. Sam rallies up anyone that listens on the way, and by the time they reach the net a full roster of eager players has gathered.

“Farmer! You be the other team captain,” Sam says, lobbing the ball over to you. “You can pick first!”

“Alright,” you laugh, “I pick my fiancé, of course.”

Sebastian can’t hide his smile as he joins your side, not hesitating to plant a big kiss on your cheek in front of the crowd.