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The wedding invitations were mailed to their apartment in a beautiful packet.
Lynne, Leif, and his mother had chosen the wording. She'd felt a little upset initially when she saw the template for the way the brides and grooms typically worded their invitations. The bride's parents names were listed first and they were proudly giving away their daughter. Then the groom's parents names were mentioned.
But Lynne did not have her parent's blessing, so the traditional invitation style would not work for her. She was very sad, until Leif's mother had the suggestion that his family announce the marriage of their son to their lovely daughter, and provide both of their legal names. It would be quite obvious with Lynne's maiden name that she was marrying into Leif's family, and it avoided the awkward embarrassment that Lynne felt about putting the names of two parents on the invitation who may want nothing to do with the wedding.
Leif loved the wording, and they suggested just a few amendments. Then his mother helped them find an appropriate printer with offices in New York. When they arrived, Lynne could hardly wait to open the package.
The invitations were in the shape of a beautiful flower. When the recipient pulled the flower downward, it opened into a beautiful heart shaped invitation, with Lynne's name, Leif's name, and his parent's announcement of the wonderful marriage of their son and daughter.
Simply beautiful. Seeing the wedding invitations made the wedding really feel real to Lynne, and so lucky that he'd asked her to marry him.
"Damn. So Fly. So beautiful, I love them Leify," said Lynne her voice a hushed whisper.
"Damn straight. I can hardly believe they are here. And it's real, and you'll be my wife in a few short months," said Leif with a smile.
"I know. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world," said Lynne.
They already had an invitation list they'd been keeping in Lynne's notebook, so they got started on addressing the invitations with their RSVP cards, so they could put them in the mail as soon as possible.
They got in a playful argument over who should address the invitations. She was sitting in the circle of his arms, wedged between the coffee table and the couch, in the floor, with her pen in hand, ready to address.
"I know....I know I told you to do whatever you want with the wedding Lynney, and I meant it, but...you need to let me address those invitations," he added with a slight chuckle.
"Why? Addressing them is part of the fun, come on! This is one of those moments a girl dreams about," said Lynne, writing out the first invitation.
"If you really want to, go ahead, I don't want to spoil your fun, but that sloppy ass, chicken scratch, Dr. Frankenstein handwriting, you might want to get some help with that," he added, picking up the envelope, and squinting his eyes, like he was struggling to read her writing.
Lynne rolled her eyes and gave him the pen, then watched Leif casually fill in an invitation with his neat, beautiful cursive handwriting, exerting no effort to be neat at all.
"Well, good for you! Girly ass handwriting to go with your girly ass eyelashes, and girly, pretty ass blue eyes," mocked Lynne.
"My eyelashes aren't girly. Plenty of guys have long ones, and you know it. I've got something you're gonna sit on if you keep running your mouth, that'll teach you about being a smart ass and calling me girly. Something that will make you purr with pleasure like a humbled little kitten. And while I'm giving it to you, I'm going to make you apologize for insinuating that I'm a girl, or I'll take away that big fun toy. And I still might smack your ass afterwards, and show you who the girl is around here," he said with a smirk.
Lynne laughed until she snorted. Her cheeks burned with warmth. It was soon followed by heat and tingling in her belly at his sexy teasing. She loved when he teased her sensually and put her in her place.
She blushed and her eyes shined with playful anger, while she struggled to think of a comeback.
"You're just mad because I called you out with that girly ass handwriting to match with your pretty ass blue eyes, and that little fashion model face of yours. Okay Leif, maybe I am a little jealous, because my handwriting is so terrible, but honestly, I don't know too many men whose writing looks like yours, and especially not a guy like you, hardy on the farm, loving the guitar, hippyish like you are," said Lynne.
"Now, now, don't be jealous. You can't have everything, you're gorgeous, and smart, and talented, you can afford to have a few small flaws, and that messy ass handwriting is yours. Go ahead. Keep up. You still have a few envelopes to ruin with your ugly ass handwriting. Pretty crazy that, a woman as gorgeous as you are, has such shitty handwriting, I never would have guessed it when we met, but it's one of those things about you that I find fucking adorable. Besides, I can always read your shitty ass writing it's just the guests you need to worry about," said Leif with a chuckle.
Lynne popped him firmly on his arm.
He chuckled.
"That's not funny Leif! It's not fair. You can't even draw. Why do mine have to look like such chicken shit!" said Lynne with exasperation.
She'd only addressed five invitations to Leif's forty invitations. She'd been writing as slowly as she could, trying to make them neat, and attempting at calligraphy.
"It's too bad, you draw so well, but you have such sloppy handwriting. You should have drawn your addresses in block letters. Cartoon script maybe? Then they'd be legible. I'm teasing you. Yours are beautiful too in their own way. We're almost done now sugar," he teased lovingly.
When they got to the final few invitations, Lynne looked at Leif, twirling one of the invitations over in her hands.
"I'm going to set this one aside. I...quite frankly I'm tired of running from my parents with this crazy ass church shit. I'm sure they're gonna throw me out of church when two weeks is up, because I'm sure as hell not calling that pastor. But I think they need to see this before they throw me out. After all, they have no idea we are getting married, and one of their concerns was that we were just getting carried away, and you were just using me. This invitation says otherwise. And so I think they should know about our nuptials. And I want to make sure they see it. So I'd like to deliver it in person," said Lynne.
"That sounds like a good idea. I'm proud of you Lynney! No use hiding from them any longer. It is what it is, we're still getting married whether they throw you out of the church or not. I'm going to be your husband whether they want to be a part of your life, or choose to keep acting foolish. It's good to show them the wedding invite. Respectfully call them on their shit. My little tortoise growing up," he said playfully caressing her chin dimple with his thumb.
"Thanks Leify.,.but I dunno how much your tortoise is growing up. I'm still nervous," said Lynne softly.
