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"i knew it. vanilla cake is always the superior one"

"you're right"

"so, we're going with this one or are you gonna change your mind again?" he added with a chuckle.

"we're going with this one"

you checked it on your list, before looking at it.

"we've ticked almost everything" you sighed.

"only your wedding dress is left"

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his lap. he rested his head on your shoulder, as you run your hands through his hair.

you slowly raised his head to remove his glasses, as you caressed his cheeks. he leaned into your touch, a small sigh leaving his lips.

"can we fast forward to a month from now?" you asked softly.

"i wish"

"i can't wait to marry you" he added, placing kisses on your neck.

"ken, this tickles" you laughed.

he smiled, yet, he didn't stop attacking your neck and collarbone.

how could he stop? making you laugh was bringing so much joy to him.

and he had already vowed to keep on doing that for the rest of your lives.