sticky ▸ s.stan + oc + c. evans

thirty-one

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first person

I roll over in bed, it's the day after Christmas and I've never felt more emotionally exhausted in my entire life. Planning a wedding, no matter how intimate is too tiring, add holiday visits and planning...I'm surprised I still have hair after all the tugging Im doing...I thought I left that habit back in my teen years but here I am. Good thing I'm only doing this marraige thing once, I smirk to myself as I roll over to snuggle Seb.

I'm met with cold sheets, immediately shooting up from bed. I almost never sleep longer than that night owl, "Sebby?" I hum as I slowly stand up and slip into my favorite bunny slippers.

"Ophelia, I'm in the kitchen...and I may need help." He sounded flustered and I hurry in with a laugh. This sweet soul is trying to cook me waffles, and somehow failing. "Oh Bub, you aren't allowed to do this...we've talked about this," I tease as I slip in between him and the waffle maker to take over.

"So, how're you feeling today baby doll?" Sebastian wrapped his arms around me as I pulled a waffle out and started another. His lips nestled against the crook in my neck.

"I'm alright, why...was I bad last night?" I cringed remembering my Christmas nog blackout after we got home from his Mom, Georgeta's, house. I suddenly feel happy I'm not intensely hungover. Christmas was the longest day ever and I was ecstatic we were onto the next celebration, our wedding.

He ran his hands down my sides gently, sending a pleasurful ripple through my tired body. "Well, you said something that struck me as...interesting baby...that's all." He smirked at me and I immediately felt the blood leave my face. "Fuck, what did I say?"

I have to admit, I don't hold in truths for long for a good reason.

I pulled another waffle out and he turned me around to face him. "Just that you had an idea about fixing Chris and your relationship that involved the bedroom. Then you said sober you would handle it...then you passed out before I could pry for answers."

Drunk me...she is audacious, I couldn't be more happy she didn't spill all the beans. I smirk and feel the blush on my cheeks.

We plated our waffles and toppings quietly, I dont think this is a conversation for right now. The bowl of fruit and a pot coffee was at the table when we sat down. "So do I have to beg or will you tell me the details that drunk Ophelia could not?"

I giggle, "we should probably not..."
I know he loves me..he would more than likely feel hurt and it would cause tension two weeks before the wedding.

"Ophelia Rain Phoenix, soon to be Stan, my beautiful rose. Chris is my best friend, and also...kindof the reason we're together. It breaks my heart that he hurt you...his as well...he is a bit of a whiner as you know. If there is something you think could fix it..tell me."

I felt the tears brimming my eyes and I took in a deep anxious breath. Sebastian cupped my cheek with his hand while I study his perfect face, and those blue eyes I wish to drown in right this very minute...to escape this conversation.

I take a big bite and focus on slowly chewing as I decide how to approach this. He was nervous now, I could see him trying to hide it. His face sending me on a roundabout as I stand and scurry to get the orange juice form the fridge. I turn to grab the bottle of champagne Charli, Zoe, and I started while getting last minute wedding stuff packed and shipped.

I make him and I a drink and slide to sit right next to him. I hold his hand and toss back the large drink, mostly bubbly with a drip of oj. "I love you Sebastian, I can't wait to marry you and start a beautiful life together, me and you forever."