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Vic

I hear the front door open and close from downstairs. I know it's my fiance because he texted me that he was heading home five minutes ago. It's always comforting to know where he is, to know that he's safe.

I finish lighting the candles that now surround our bed then stand back to admire the beautiful scene I've created. I hope he likes it.

I leave the room and hear rattling in the fridge as I jog excitedly down the stairs. I'm always so excited to see him after work. The mere few hours we spend away from each other feel much too long.

"Vic," he calls, sounding exhausted and a little frustrated. "I thought you were going to save me some dinner."

I walk into the kitchen where I find him still looking in the fridge. I go up behind him and slide my arms around his waist.

Unfortunately, he jumps, startled by the action.

"Don't do that to me." he whines, releasing a breath of relief and relaxing his shoulders.

I immediately feel bad. Sometimes I forget how jumpy he is.

"Sorry, Darling." I murmur and gently place a kiss on his shoulder.

"I'm starving." he sighs exhausted.

"Well then come with me." I grin, releasing his waist and taking his hand.

He looks confused but hopeful as I lead him upstairs. I make sure to cover his eyes before entering our room, which earns a beautiful laugh from him.

"Ready?" I grin.

"Yes," he giggles.

"You sure?" I tease.

"Vic," he whines quietly.

I decide to not let my fiance starve to death, so I remove my hands from over his eyes.

His jaw immediately drops at the sight of our bedroom. His eyes travel along the trail of rose petals that lead to the bed. He gawks at the candles I've lit and most importantly at the plate of homemade pasta, his favorite, sitting on a tray on the bed.

He looks to me, his eyes glassy and just falls into my arms.

"I've had such a long day, and to come home to this, to you," he pauses and sighs. "thank you."

I kiss the top of his head and hold him tightly.

"Making you happy is my pleasure, love. Now hurry up and eat before you starve." I say, nudging him towards the bed.

He giggles and takes a seat on the bed. He looks down at the tray and laughs joyfully.

"I'm tortellini in love with you." he snorts, reading the note I had stuck to the tray. "You're so lame."

I chuckle and sit next to him on the bed.

He leans over and kisses my cheek.

"I'm tortellini in love with you too." he whispers.

Then he turns back to his pasta and begins eating.

I move around behind him and begin massaging his shoulders. They're full of knots and tension as usual. I wish he wasn't so stressed all the time.

"I've booked you in for a massage Tuesday morning, okay?" I tell him.

"Ah, you're the best." he whines.

"I could book you in for the doctor too, if you'd like." I suggest.

He sighs seeming a little frustrated as he puts his fork down. It makes a clink that echos through the tenseness of the now silent room.

"I don't need to see a doctor." he says softly.

"Okay," I surrender. "I'm just saying, the offer's there if you ever want it."

He just nods silently, although I know he won't take me up on that offer anytime soon. But it is his choice.

I just think seeing a doctor might be good for him. He hasn't been the same since Carter. He should really be at least talking to a therapist after all that. He went through a great deal of trauma and he did try to kill himself. And he definitely doesn't want to talk to me about it.

"You seem exhausted. Hard day at work?" I ask, gently placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yeah. Co-managing a business is hard." he sighs. "Harder than I thought it would be."

I frown and stop rubbing his shoulders. I instead wrap my arms around him, holding him comfortingly.

"How different is it to what you used to do?" I frown confused.

He pauses for a minute in thought, then he sighs.

"It's not really. There's just more responsibility." he mumbles. "I have to make sure everyone else doesn't fuck up. It's a lot of pressure."

"Love, if it's too much for you tell Jack that you want your old job back." I suggest.

"But it's good money." he says softly.

I then feel guilty. I've been out of work for almost a year now, ever since I got the call that my uncle, who ran the mechanic business where I was working, had taken his own life.

Kellin has been sweet enough to not only support me emotionally while I grieved but to also support us both financially.

With his promotion to manager, he can easily provide for us both, but he shouldn't have to. Especially since its making him so stressed.

"I'll get a job." I assure Kellin.

"No, babe, I don't have a problem providing. But it's nice to have extra money, you know? We get to go to Paris for our honeymoon and I can afford to book a massage every week. It's nice. I don't want to give that up." he explains.

"Maybe you should let go of control a little, Kell. The employees are grown people, they don't necessarily need to be micromanaged. I'm sure everything will still be fine if you let go of the reigns a little."

He just nods. He then takes his empty plate and places it on the nightstand. He turns to me and cups my cheek before he leans in and kisses me.

"Maybe you're right." he whispers, pulling away and nuzzling his head under my chin.

I just hold him close to me and rub his arm gently.

"You up for dessert?" I ask him, attempting to lighten the mood.

It seems to work because Kellin turns to me grinning.

"You got dessert?" He asks surprised and seeming a little excited.

I smile at him and caress his cheek, just happy to see him happy.

"I went to the bakery today to organise the wedding cake and I couldn't make a decision on which cake, so I bought you home samples." I explain.

"Babe!" he exclaims. "You are too fucking amazing!"

I chuckle at his cuteness and kiss his cheek before getting the box of samples from my nightstand.

"What flavours?" he asks, that excited look still in his beautiful eyes.

"Red velvet and pink champagne. You have to choose which one is better because I can't decide." I tell him, opening the box. "And don't worry, the pink champagne doesn't actually contain alcohol, it's just flavoured. I checked."

He let's out the cutest little squeak and picks up a piece of cake.

Once he's had both pieces of cake he seems perplexed.

"I don't know." he mumbles. "They're both really good."

"Right?" I grin.

"Can't we have both?" he suggests. "We're going with the two-tiered cake, right? Why can't we have different cake for each tier?"

"You're a genius, babe." I chuckle, loving the idea. "I'll let the baker know that we failed to make a decision."

He giggles and stacks the empty cake box on top of his empty plate.

"Speaking of making decisions, any luck finding a suit today?" I ask hopefully.

I don't want him to feel pressured but it's two weeks until the wedding and I'm worried he'll run out of time.

"Not today, babe." he sighs, seeming stressed.

"It's alright, love. You'll find the one." I assure him, taking his hand.

"I'm not so sure I will." he whines.

"Why don't you wear a dress?" I joke to lighten the mood. "A nice white traditional dress."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Come on, you're obviously struggling with finding a suit. Maybe a dress is the way to go." I suggest, with a little more seriousness. I honestly don't care what he wears, so long as he's happy.

"I'll tell you what," he grins. "if I don't find a suit tomorrow, I'll try on a dress."

I can tell he's joking but I really hope he does find something he's comfortable in.

"You're lucky." he frowns. "You already have a suit."

"I don't think I would consider having a suit from my previous wedding lucky." I chuckle sadly. "Besides, I have to get it re-fitted. I've lost a little bit of weight."

Kellin frowns and runs his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, I've noticed your appetite is a little off sometimes. You haven't lost too much weight have you?" he asks seeming worried.

"No, no, baby, just a little. It's fine." I assure him.

"Okay, if you're sure." he smiles. "We should get ready for bed. We both have a big day tomorrow."

I nod in agreement and he climbs off the bed. I follow and we go into our walk-in wardrobe and find some pyjamas. Just like usual, I go over to the other side of the bed and begin getting changed.

I can't help but to steal a glance at Kellin as he faces away from me, undressing. I watch as he drops his pants, leaving him in his boxers. My eyes trace his bare back, his beautiful skin, then they follow his curves down to his ass.

I force myself to look away. I'm so attracted to him and as our wedding day looms closer, I wonder if we'll finally be able to act on that attraction.

But I have been considering Kellin's potential feelings as well, and I worry that he may not be ready for that yet.

I finish getting dressed then I go brush my teeth. Kellin joins me part-way through. Then when he's done, we go to bed together. I brush off some flower petals and blow out the candles which leave the room dark.

"Kells, can we talk?" I ask softly as I pull him into my arms.

"That sounds serious." he says sounding concerned.

"Not serious. Just important." I assure him, kissing his head to relieve his tension.

He turns over so he can switch the lamp on. It illuminates the room, and his beautiful face.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asks.

I glance down, intimidated by our eye contact.

"Consummating our marriage." I blush.

I glance up at Kellin and notice him blush too.

"Oh." he says bashfully. "Go on."

"Is that something you're ready for? If not, I can wait." I ask.

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles gently.

"I'm ready. Honestly, I was just expecting it to happen, you know, on the wedding night." he smiles, blushing intensely.

"Right, me too." I admit. "I just wanted to bring it up beforehand, just to make sure you're comfortable with that and I wasn't assuming anything."

His smile widens and he leans forward and kisses me.

"You're so sweet." he beams.

"I just," I hesitate. "I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured."

He seems to come to a realisation and I hope to god I haven't upset him by my insinuation.

"Oh, this is about him." he says softly, his smile turning sad.

I feel immediately guilty for bringing it up so I try to explain myself.

"I don't know how you feel about that after what happened, you know? I just want to make sure I don't freak you out or anything." I ramble.

"I'm not broken." he whispers softly.

"I know, baby! I know! I wasn't saying you were." I urge. "I just,"

I take a deep breath.

"I care about you."

The sadness disappears from his eyes and is replaced with an adoring look.

"I appreciate that, and I'll let you know if I don't feel comfortable. But honestly," he bites back a grin. "I'm kind of really excited."

I let out a sigh of relief and can't help but to grin too.

"I am too." I admit. "It's been something I've thought about non-stop since we met."

He giggles and cups my cheek.

"Me too." he whispers then he kisses me softly.

When he pulls back, I notice a playful look in his eyes but he quickly blinks it away.

"Okay, we need to stop talking about this so I can stop thinking about it." he chuckles, seeming a little flustered.

My stomach leaps at the idea of turning him on, but he's right, we need to stop taking about this.

"Just two weeks, baby." I whisper, squeezing his hand. "Two weeks and you'll be mine and I'll be yours, forever."

"You really think it's going to be forever?" he grins, a twinkle in his eyes.

"I really do. You don't?" I frown.

"I worry sometimes. Divorce does exist." he admits.

"Kells, I don't ever want to divorce you. If we have issues, which I don't see why we would, we'll work it out." I explain.

He seems to relax a little at my words and I feel saddened that this is obviously something he's been worrying about.

"I love you." he whispers.

"I love you too." I assure him, pressing my lips to his nose. "Now go to sleep. I'm taking you out to breakfast in the morning."

"I have work in the morning." he reminds me.

"I know. You can be late. I'm taking you out to breakfast. Now get some sleep." I say sternly.

I watch all the stress leave his body as he surrenders and nods.

He turns over and switches the lamp off. I then feel his soft lips kiss mine once again before he finally nuzzles himself into my chest.

I hold him close to me as he drifts off to sleep, finally at ease for the night.

I just adore him, taking in every second of him, while I'm sleepless as usual. And every second that goes by, is a second closer to making him mine, forever. And somehow, forever can't come fast enough.

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As of today, it's officially been a year since I posted the last chapter to Cuts. So thank y'all for being patient with me! I'm really excited for this one.

I'll be posting hopefully every Friday (Australian time) starting from next week.

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