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Giselle awoke to the feeling of warm, gentle kisses trailing along the curve of her spine, up to her shoulder blades, and she hummed, stretching her arms, and legs out. It wasn’t often Robert was awake before her, so this was a pleasant surprise, and she desperately wanted to cherish every second of it. Feeling his hand slid across her back, and curl around her hip, she lazily rolled over, and murmured out a quiet, “Good morning.”
His lips met hers in response, which only made her smile grow wider, and she wrapped herself around him, letting out a long, happy sigh. The new, unfamiliar ring currently resting on her finger brushed awkwardly against her skin, and she opened her eyes just as Robert’s kisses began making their way down the length of her neck. Lifting her hand up, she stared at the diamond, and felt her heart skip a beat.
It was almost hard to believe they were really engaged now, that she would be his wife, that he would be her husband. Warmth spread through her entire body at the thought of finally being able to call him that, and she could feel tears starting to build up in her eyes.
“Are you going to cry every time you look at it?” Robert’s teasing tone elicited a laugh from her in response, and he ran his thumb across her cheek, gently brushing her tears away.
“Possibly.” Sunlight was peeking through the curtains, bouncing off her ring, and she let her hand rest on his bicep. “I am just so… so unbelievably happy. It is hard not to cry.”
Humming, he kissed her temple.
“I must admit, though, it does feel a bit strange.” Giselle touched the band of her thumb, and he raised an eyebrow. “I hardly ever wear rings.”
“It’s not uncomfortable, is it?”
“Oh, no! No, not at all,” she shook her head. “It will just take some time to get used to, I think. But it is far from uncomfortable, trust me.”
Taking her hand into his, Robert traced his own thumb across the swirls engraved on the ring. They were shaped like leaves, trailing up to the flower design surrounding the diamond, and Giselle simply couldn’t take her eyes off them.
“I was a little worried about these,” he spoke softly. “They’re not sharp, but I thought they’d feel a little weird rubbing against your skin.”
“They don’t. I said it is the perfect ring, and I mean that.”
He chuckled, and she leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Speaking of rings,” Robert kissed her once more. “Are you busy this week?”
“Oh, I don’t remember. I left my planner at the studio. Why?”
“I’m free Thursday afternoon,” he linked their fingers together. “We could go look at wedding bands, if you want. Get an idea of what we like.”
Giselle’s face lit up, a grin spreading across her face. “That sounds wonderful!”
“We can get your engagement ring adjusted, too.”
“It fits me just fine.” Her stomach flipped at the thought of having to take it off, and she frowned, squeezing his hand. “And you said yourself; it is a perfect fit.”
“Yeah, I know,” Robert chuckled. “But I’d like them to double check. I didn’t have your finger handy when I bought it.”
“But… But that means I have to take it off again.” A whine escaped her lips, earning another laugh from him in return. “It was hard enough doing that when we showered last night. And what if they do have to adjust it? They might take it for days! Weeks, even!”
Robert rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “If I propose to you again, will you let them fix it?”
The thought of him getting down on one knee again caused a smile to slowly spread across her face, and she nodded, biting her lip.
“Perhaps.”
“Alright,” he leaned in, kissing her nose. “I’ll get my speech ready. Don’t interrupt me this time.”
His leg slid between hers as their lips met once more, his hand returning to its spot on her hip, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, trying to somehow bring him even closer. Heat was slowly building in the pit of her stomach as his palm began traveling lower, and she could feel herself growing dizzy when the feeling of her ring rubbing against her middle finger quickly brought her back to reality.
“Oh! Oh, my goodness!” Giselle suddenly shot up, her hair flying out in front of her. “Oh— Oh, we are getting married!”
“Come back here.”
Wrapping his arm around her, Robert lazily slid forward and pushed up onto his elbow. His lips pressed against her lower back, his stubble tickling her skin, and she huffed, swatting at his bicep.
“There is no time for kissing, Robert!” He ignored her, trailing his lips up her spine. “We are getting married! Oh, we have so much to do, so much to plan!”
“The most important lesson you ever taught me,” he murmured, resting on his palm as his lips pressed against her shoulder. “Is that there is always time for kissing.”
A quiet laugh tumbled out of Giselle as he kissed her neck, and she tilted her head back, feeling her eyelids start to grow heavy.
“That is a very important lesson, I admit,” she said, resting her hand on his cheek. “But we have a lot to do.”
Robert’s hand curled around her hip, his lips moving to the other side of her neck, and she continued talking, her gaze fixed on the window.
“I have to start designing my dress.” She could feel herself being carefully lowered back onto the soft sheets below but made no effort to stop him. “And I would like to make your suit, too, if I may.”
He nodded, kissing her collarbone.
“Oh, and Morgan’s dress! I cannot forget that.” Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as his mouth trailed down her chest. “Do you think she would want to be our flower girl? I think that would be the perfect role for her, don’t you?”
Robert simply nodded again, traveling lower, and she continued.
“Who should my maid— Oh, well that is a very silly question, isn’t it?” Giselle arched into his touch as he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on her stomach. “Nancy, of course! I cannot believe I even asked that.”
Sliding his hand under her knee, Robert pushed her leg up and kissed her inner thigh softly.
“Are you going to ask Edward to be your best man? I think he would feel rather left out if Nancy had such an important role, and he did not.” Robert ignored her, his teeth grazing her skin — the last thing he wanted to do was talk about Edward. “Oh, and we will need to find a place to get married, too! That is the most important thing.”
Robert stopped, then, his lips pressed against her kneecap and lifted his gaze to look back at her.
“Central Park would be perfect, don’t you think? It is a rather special place for us.”
Her fingers tapped against the mattress, her mouth twisted to the side as she stared at the ceiling, and he felt the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.
“Or perhaps we could get married in Andalasia.” Robert let his cheek rest against her thigh, his expression warm, his eyes filled with adoration. “No, no. I think I want to get married here. Oh, and Pip!” Giselle pressed her hands over her face as an awkward, almost embarrassed laugh tumbled out of her. “Oh, my goodness, I cannot believe I forgot about him! He should be our ring-bearer, I think.” Slowly, he crawled over her, and she grinned, placing her hands on his shoulders. “He will be so happy we are engaged. He has been wondering when you were going to propose, you know? He thinks you were taking far too long, but I said—”
Robert interrupted her, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss, and Giselle moaned softly, sliding her arms around him. Her head started to spin, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest, but she reluctantly broke away, not wanting to lose her train of thought.
“I said,” she breathed out, a grin on her face. “People do things differently here, and— What?” He shook his head, laughter pouring out of him. “What is so funny?”
“Nothing.” Robert gazed back at her, completely and utterly endeared by the woman in front of him. “It’s just… Have I ever told you just how much I love you?”
Giselle’s cheeks turned pink, her eyes sparkling, and she nodded, combing her fingers through his messy hair.
“You have.” She bumped her nose against his. “But I do so love when you remind me.”
Caressing her side, Robert pulled her in for another tender kiss, and her thigh brushed against his, her leg almost instinctively wrapping itself around his waist. She was starting to feel dizzy again, heat coursing through her veins, but she was able to control herself, if only for a moment, and broke away once more. Trying not to whine, he blindly chased her lips.
“You did not let me finish.”
He paused, blinking, then let out a quiet chuckle. “Please,” he waved his hand playfully. “Continue.”
“I was going to ask if you like my idea,” she said, twirling one of his curls around her finger. “Would you like to get married in Central Park?” Robert nodded, flopping down beside her. “There is a castle there, I cannot remember the name right now, but you and I shared out first dance there.” He raised a brow, not quite remembering any dancing, and she giggled. “Well, you were stumbling behind me, really, and grumbling about how you do not sing, or dance, but I count it as a first dance of sorts.”
Humming, Robert placed a hand over her stomach. “The Belvedere Castle.”
“Yes! That one!” Giselle beamed, snapping her fingers. “We will need a date, too. A winter wedding will not work for you, as you do not like snow. Oh, but spring — all those flowers will just make you sneeze! Hm…”
Her voice trailed off, her brows knitting together as she tried to think of the perfect day, and Robert laughed again, squeezing her side.
“We just got engaged last night,” he said with a grin. “You know that, right?”
Giselle blinked, confusion washing over her. “Of course I do.”
“It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet.” His voice was playful, yet soft, and he leaned in, kissing her cheek. “We have all the time in the world to plan this; we don’t need to figure everything out right this second, Giselle.”
Sighing heavily, Giselle nodded. “I know. But I am excited! I want to figure everything out now. I want to know when you and I are getting married, when you will finally be my husband.”
“I’m excited, too,” Robert murmured, bumping his nose against hers. “Very excited. But I don’t want you to start stressing yourself out so soon. You have a habit of doing that.”
“I do not!” She frowned at the pointed look on his face. “You are the one who is always stressed, not me.”
“You’re already stressed.” He gestured to the crease between her brows. “You were just beating yourself up because you forgot about Pip.”
“Well, he—” Giselle scoffed, averting her gaze. “He is my best friend, Robert. It is not right that I forgot him.”
Tucking a finger under her chin, Robert turned her head back towards him. “Something tells me he’ll forgive you.” He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own, and she sighed, feeling herself start to smile. “Let’s just focus on our rings first. And telling our friends. Then we’ll figure out the rest.”
Nodding, Giselle exhaled, and reluctantly accepted defeat. “Very well. But I do like my idea — getting married at that castle in Central Park. I don’t want us to change that.”
“I never said we had to.” Robert lowered his head, kissing her neck, and she twitched, his stubble tickling her skin. “I think it’s a great idea.”
“And I want to design your suit.” He nodded. “And my dress. And Morgan’s. Oh, and the pillow our rings will sit on! One small enough for Pip to carry. Perhaps I could design Nancy’s dress, too. And Ed—”
“Giselle.”
“Okay, okay.” Giselle let out yet another long, overdramatic sigh. “This is hard… You know I am not patient.” Propping up onto his elbow, Robert gave her a crooked smile. “There are a million thoughts swirling around in my head right now, Robert. Do you know how hard it is to ignore all of them?”
“Mm, well,” his hand slid lower, sneaking its way between her legs, and she gasped, digging her nails into his bicep. “Let me distract you, then.”
Leaning in, Robert closed the small distance between them, capturing her lips once more, and Giselle moaned quietly, knotting her fingers in his hair. His palm slipped under her the crook of her knee, and she lifted her leg without hesitation, wrapping it around his waist. Slowly, he began trailing burning kisses down the length of her neck, and over her chest, and she arched into his touch, letting her eyes close. He then ducked under the blanket, burying his face between her thighs, and her breath caught in her throat. His movements were soft, yet hungry, desperate as his tongue moved against her, and she threw her head back, gasping out his name as the world disappeared around them.