October
HARRY STYLES
If I ever had to wonder just how badly Camden really did want to marry me, I stopped after she decided to spend the last two months sitting down to decide what she wanted out of our wedding. No more procrastinating, no more changing the subject so that she didn't have to pick a venue, or the color scheme, or the flowers and her maid of honor.
Maybe she was still just trying to keep busy so she'd be distracted after turning down the job offer from Theo. I overheard that conversation she had with him on the phone when she said that it wasn't what was best for her and her family at the moment, but that she really appreciated the opportunity. It was the way she referred to me and Darcy as her family that got me, even if I subconsciously already knew that's how she saw us.
"Okay, I'm ready to go!" She yelled from the top of the stairs as she came jogging down in a pair of straight-cut jeans, her favorite worn leather boots, and one of my jumpers that she had unofficially claimed as her own. The only time I ever saw it anymore was when she had it on.
"You sure?" I bounced Darcy in my lap on the couch. "You don't seem excited enough."
"Shut up," she laughed and placed Darcy's diaper bag on her coffee table. "Are you ready to go, baby?"
Darcy babbled, and I swear she was one little mumble away from saying her first word. Apart from planning the wedding, Camden had also been taking the time to teach her the most basic first words for babies to see if ours would catch on. She was close.
"Is that what you're wearing?" She asked me as I stood in my white t-shirt and black jeans without the holes in the knee.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's freezing outside," she scoffed. "We're going to be outside all day."
"Wow, you almost sound like a mum or something," I mumbled, watching her roll her eyes as she crossed over to the front door to grab my denim jacket for me.
"K, let's go, we don't wanna be late."
With Darcy in my arms, wearing a warm little cream onesie, I locked up the house and followed Camden out to the car. I secured her in her car seat with a few toys to keep her occupied and closed Cam's door for her as she rifled around in her bag to make sure she had her phone.
As far as venues go, we both decided that we didn't want to get married in a church, seeing as neither of us was necessarily religious. But when Camden was researching all the different options in London, she was unimpressed with how commercial all the top choices seemed to be. What she said was that she would love to attend a wedding at any of those places, but it wasn't what she envisioned for us. Up until then, I wasn't aware she envisioned anything in particular at all.
We did honestly consider eloping just so we could be married already, and I was all for the idea, but she was quick to remind me that my mum would be devastated if we got married without her there. Darcy was the other deciding factor; we couldn't exactly run off to Vegas with our nine-month-old baby. Although, I'm sure it's been done before.
So now, we were on our way to Kent to see two different places that she had her eyes on. It was a few nights ago that she woke up at around 2 AM to shove me awake, and asked me how I would feel about getting married there. I was half asleep when I agreed, but if she wanted it, I wanted it.
"So I really think that we should wait to have the wedding until after Darcy is at least a year old, right?" She asked me as she plugged her phone into the USB cord.
"Why's that again?"
"Well, I know Anne said she would watch her when we go on our honeymoon and everything, but I don't wanna worry about her being too little. And I was planning to ween her off of breastfeeding after a year anyway, so...it just seems like a good idea, don't you think?"
