Wentworth Miller Imagines

Micks daughter P2 (L.S)

2 weeks later

Y/N's POV

Dad and Leonard have been living with me since their return. Everything's a daze with my wedding preparation, and trying to explain to my fiancé, my criminal father isn't dead but alive.

"Stop calling me. It's bad luck." I giggle into my phone, as I'm sprawled across my living room sofa. "The only bad luck we have is that stupid catering guy cancelling on us, the night before our wedding." Tom rolls of his tongue.

"I know right! How can he say his whole entire kitchen's been frozen to ice, that's ridiculous." I laugh along with Tom. "For what it's worth, I thought his food tasted crap." I chime in and Tom chuckles loudly.

"It seems like everything we try to do is being stalled." He sighs as well as me. "Who cares, so tell me then, where's our honeymoon?" I tease on the phone, kicking my legs up in the air like a teenager in love. "And don't say somewhere hot, I already know that!" I roll my eyes before he's able to pronounce his words, earning a laugh from my Dad, who's just walked in with Leonard.

"Y/N get off the phone unless, you want a cursed marriage." He calls after me and I sigh. "Your father in law awaits your mistress' assistance, my love, I shan't see you again, until our wedding bells chime in harmony." I pull on my best Shakespearean accent, earning a heartwarming giggle from everyone.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep;
The more I give to Thee,
For both are infinite."

Tom flirts and I melt in my seat, my legs kicking up and down quicker than the flash can run.

"Romeo, why do thy loveth me?" (A/N, I have no idea if I'm doing any of this right lol.)

Before I can hear a reply the dial tone beeps loudly in my ear.

"Dad!" I yell annoyed as I watch him holding the chord to the telephone in his hands, smug.

"I give it 1 year, you'll be so sick of him you'll want a divorce." He smirks and I can't help but laugh. "Is this a competition dad, because I'll win." I retaliate comically and he shakes my hand on it.

"The only person cursing my marriage is you Dad, isn't it Leonard." I laugh awaiting a reply but there isn't one. Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion I turn to look at him, but he's lost in his own train of thoughts.

"Len?" I call his name again and he snaps back into reality, nodding his head unbothered. "Right, I've got a million people to call, I'll make you dinner in a bit." I peck my father's cheek before leaving.

"Don't call Tom. Or I'll take your phone away!" He shouts after me and I huff out loud. There goes my master plan.

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"Come in!" I speak pulling the phone away from my ear for a second.

Leonard steps inside, accompanied with my wedding dress. "Mick wanted me to bring this up." He speaks and I nod, too busy to reply.

He stands still for a few moments just staring at me while I speak to my best friend Anna on the phone. "Leonard wait." I call after him just before he's about to leave, he stops dead in his tracks, turning to face me.