You and I - part 3

She sits at the table, bent over a note pad and surrounded by papers and sketches. Long locks of her blonde hair slides down from her updo and falls against the table, they look like golden rivers flowing from her head. Even though she is wearing her glasses, she is bent far down over the paper as if she cannot see what she is writing. He sits in the sofa, the football game on the TV forgotten as he watches her. He is mesmerised by her, and each time he looks at her like he does now, there is always something about her that catches his attention. As if he is seeing her for the first time. This time, it is how her left eyebrow arches every now and again as she is working. He is certain that she is not even aware she is doing it. His eyes drift back to the TV-screen, just to check the score. From the corner of his eye he sees her sitting upright and stretching, her hand at her neck. When she lets her hair down for a moment, his eyes are on her again. With a few quick movements of her hand, she has put her hair up again in order to keep it from falling over her eyes. She bends down over the papers again, but sits up again moments later. He watches as she takes her glasses off and closes her eyes. He stands up and walks over to her, his hands starting to gently rub her shoulders and neck. She smiles and a sigh escapes her lips.
"Thank you..." she says, and he smiles as he leans down to kiss her hair.
"Feel better?" he asks, and she nods.
"Very much, thank you." she answers and he lets his arms slide around her neck. He bends down, resting his chin against her head.
"What are you working on?" he asks, and she pushes a few papers around on the table. Now he sees there are sketches of dresses, table settings and lists of party favours and other ideas she has jotted down.
"Wedding plans." she says, and he knows she is smiling as she speaks the words. He releases his hold on her and sits down on the chair beside her.
"How come you didn't tell me? I would have helped you." he says, and she turns to him and smiles.
"It's football night. You watch the game, and I do whatever I do." she says smiling. He looks at her and smiles, stroking her cheek.
"I have no idea what the score is, I hardly know which teams are playing. All I do is sit over there with the TV on and watch you." he says, and she blushes. "Besides, this is our wedding. I want to help you, I want to know what you want or don't want." he says smiling as he lifts her off of her chair, and into his lap. She giggles when he does.
"I want a beautiful wedding, with both our families and our friends there with us." she says. He nods, holding her a little closer.
"So do I." he says, and she smiles at him. "Tell me, when would you like it to be? Winter, spring, summer, fall?" he asks.
"I think each season has it's charm. And originally, I had my heart set on a spring or late summer wedding. But now... I want lots of warmth and candles and all the beautiful colours fall can give me." she says, her hands gesturing and her eyes alive with joy and delight. He smiles, thinking how he loves seeing her this happy.
"I think that sounds perfect. A beautiful fall day, crisp cool air outside, and soft warm lighting inside." he says, and she nods.
"Exactly!" she says smiling, her eyes shining as she looks at him. He brings her to him and kisses her, he just couldn't help himself. She smiles, placing an arm around his neck.
"Close your eyes, and tell me what you see... imagine the reception venue." he says, and she closes her eyes. She thinks for a moment, and a smile caresses her lips.
"It is warm... maybe a fire crackling in the fireplace. There are candles, and flowers in beautiful golden colours... warm yellow lilies, perhaps. The tables are set with creme colours, glasses filled with golden wine and plates filled with good food. The decorations on the tables are in reds and yellows and purple and dark green, leaves from the trees outside alongside flowers. There are people laughing and having a good time." she says, her eyes closed as she speaks. And she describes in such a way that he is seeing it too, and she shivers in his arms when she speaks of the warm fire. He holds her tightly, trying to envision how breathtaking she will be in her wedding dress. But he soon realises that he will never be able to imagine her until he sees her, and even then he will not be able to put into words how beautiful she looks.
"It sounds perfect, angel." he says, and she looks at him.
"So, you like it?" she asks, and he nods.
"I love it." he says, pushing a few strands of hair from her face. "It sounds absolutely perfect... it will be beautiful." he says, and she smiles.
"Should we set a date?" she asks, sliding a notebook over to her. "Or maybe just the month?" she says, looking at him.
"October." he says, smiling as he looks at her. "Which day is October 20th next year?" he asks, and she checks the planner in her little book.
"Friday." she says, unable to hide her big smile. He smiles.
"How about the 21st then? Saturday." he says, pointing to the date in the calendar. She nods, and looks at him.
"October 21st, 2006." she says, drawing a circle around the date in the calendar with gold ink. She looks at him and smiles, putting her arms around his neck. "It's perfect." she whispers as she hugs him. "The day after our anniversary. Oh, baby, it's perfect!" she whispers, and he can tell by her voice that her eyes are drowning in tears. She beams as he looks at her, drying her tears away. He kisses her tenderly, smiling as he pulls away.
"Yes..." he whispers to her. "It is perfect." She smiles and hugs him again.