"So," Billy flung himself down on the bed and settled his gaze on me as I continued to unpack my clothes.

"So..." I teased back.

"Why must you torture me? What did your mom say?"

"She is very excited to see us in a week," I smiled.

"A week?" Billy's eyes furrowed.

"We're getting married in two, so she wants to help; how could I say no?" I shrugged.

"Of course, of course... planning." Billy's mind tore in multiple directions.

"Don't worry. You focus on the tour," I offered.

"No," he shot up on the bed. "I want to be involved. This is my wedding too," he protested.

"Okay, but neither of us can do everything. I have to work; you have to prepare for the tour. We have to let people help us."

"It feels weird getting this lecture from you. Just last week, you wouldn't let me help you with your luggage," Billy teased as he flopped back on the bed.

"Many things were going on that day," I griped.

I hung the shirt I held before letting my eyes fall on Billy, staring up at the ceiling. His brows knitted and smoothed as thoughts spun through his head. After a moment, one hand lifted to his hair while the other settled on his stomach.

"Oh boy, what's happening?" I said as I settled in next to him.

Instinctively, his arm surrounded me and tucked me further into his side.

"What is happening?" He murmured as he kissed the top of my head.

"You're spiraling. What are you worried about?"

"Not worried," he corrected. "Two weeks is not that long."

"Yep, it's fourteen days, but really thirteen since I think we can both agree that we don't want to get married and then immediately fly out for a show."

"Agreed." Billy's eyes still clung to the ceiling.

"But it's also thirteen whole days. What do we need to do? We did the falling madly in love part."

"We did do that." A laugh broke the tension coursing through Billy.

"What?" I poked as a broader smile filled my face at his change in mood.

Billy dispelled his tension with a heavy sigh. "When the kids were little, I used to bring them into the studio with me. Everyone, including me, used to tell them they had to be quiet, but they were kids, so, you know, they weren't. More often than not, takes with them giggling or dropping something made it onto albums. People don't hear it so much because they don't expect it, but I hear them."

"That's cute. Fairly unrelated, but cute," I teased.

Billy pulled me tighter to his chest. "I stopped telling them to be quiet. If they wanted to giggle or clap, then that's what the music made them do. If they dropped something, life."

"Um, so, I'm still not on the train," I added.

"I'm tired of doing what I think we should do. Let's do what we want."

"Wait, isn't that what I said? I'm pretty sure that very lengthy tangent was just agreeing with me."

"Maybe." As he spoke, he popped up, flinging me to the side.

"Ow," I recoiled.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he leaned down and kissed my forehead before returning to his goal.

Billy shuffled through his side table to procure a Sharpie.

"Okay, let's plan a wedding." He announced.

"What?"

"Let's plan a wedding right now," he reiterated.

"Billy!" I protested.

"You love me, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"We're getting married in thirteen days, right?"

"It appears that way," I concurred.

"Then let's do this. Wedding party, go," he directed.

"Okay." I picked up my phone and pulled up the note app. "Well, Timmy's walking me down the aisle; Jackson is the best man, Tess is the maid of honor, but Viv should be a bridesmaid." I listed.

"James can be a groomsman," Billy added.

"And you won't have a stroke watching them walk down the aisle together?" I looked up at Billy to see he had written wedding party on the wall in black Sharpie. "Billy Collins!" I yelled.

"What?" He looked around as though a burglar were about to pounce.

"You wrote on the wall in Sharpie!"

"It's fine! I can repaint. Now, about James and Viv... don't put her in white. That will kill me," he offered.

"I can't believe you are writing on the wall. It's like a sickness with you! Why do you hate paper?"

"Why do you hate trees?" He tossed back.

"Seriously, you think it is better for the environment to repaint an entire wall than recycle a slip of paper?"

Billy just shrugged. "I think you need to focus."

"Focus!"

"Colors," as he said it, he wrote the word on the wall.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I should wear white," I shrugged.

"Not helping, Lil. What do you think about this..." Billy ducked into his closet and pulled out a rich blue tie with a metallic sheen to it.

"Oh, that's pretty. It will look good on Tess and Viv."

"Mmhmm, what color is this?" He pondered.

"Blue," I offered.

"Seriously, so helpful," Billy mumbled as he wrote blue on the wall. "Guests," he continued.

"Collins, Turncotts, Dennings," I listed.

"Mmhmm, anyone else?"

"Sarah and Matt. Oh, and Brandon. I love that guy." I said to myself.

"Okay, not Brandon. He's fired."

"Billy!"

"Kidding." He turned to the wall and scribbled the names.

"Oh, and Roger!"

"Agreed."

"I'll put Tess and Viv on dress duty. They have to wear them; they may as well pick them out."

"Makes sense. I'll ask Marla from the wardrobe department to get ties for Jackson, Tim, and James. What's left?"

"I don't like cake," I added.

"Yeah, me neither. You want Jello?" He mused.

"I love Jello. But what about seeing if we can get like a mini soda shoppe setup with malts and egg creams."

"This is why I'm marrying you." Billy's eyes gleamed with delight before he sprawled soda shoppe on the wall.

"Music?" I asked.

"Mmhmm, jukebox. We'll just load it up and let people pick."

"Oh, I love that!"

"So, did we plan a wedding?"

"Food? First Dance song? Song you're going to dance to with your mom?"

"Right, okay food?" Billy contemplated.

"Fluffernutter," I definitively said.

"What the hell is a fluffernutter?" Billy was staring at me now.

"Seriously? I've told you about them. You take white bread, peanut butter, and marshmallow fluff, and that's it."

"That sounds disgusting." Billy's head shook back and forth, but his jack-o-lantern smile split his face. "What about grilled cheese? I like grilled cheese," he shrugged.

"We're children," I teased.

"Hey, remember those chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs? I used to get those all the time. I'd say the kids liked them, but man, were they good."

"Yes, I loved those. And tater tots."

"Well, you can't have dinosaur-shaped nuggets without tater tots," Billy agreed. He then turned and simply wrote, 'we are children,' next to food. "Okay, do you have a thought on the first dance?"

"There are so many options, but what about...."

Before I could finish, Billy cut me off, "woman, if you say Wannabe by Spice Girls right now, I'm calling off the wedding."

"Really... Wannabe," I baited.

"Oh, you little..." he capped the pen and threw it to the floor before he tackled me on the bed.

"Spice Girls forever!" I managed before his lips crashed into mine.

"Hey, Billy... oh fuck..." Tim's voice cracked. "The door is open... you have kids... and friends...my eyes.. they burn."

"Simmer down, Tim. We were just wedding planning." Billy rolled off me.

"I don't think you're doing that right," Tim offered.

"Oh, we're doing it right," Billy corrected.

"What does 'food, we are children' mean?" Tim added.

"Did you need something, Tim, or did you just think it had been too long since you crashed my bedroom?"

"Aren't we rehearsing?" Tim shot.

"Oh, shit. Yeah." Billy pulled himself up from the bed.

"Um, hello... future wife over here."

"Sorry. I'll think about songs. We can pick this up tonight."

"Mmhmm," I teased.

"Hey, what's our song going to be?" Tim asked.

"What?"

"Don't I get a dance with you since I am giving you away? I mean, it's tradition. I'll come up with some ideas." The options enticed Timmy far too much.

"I fear what you will bring up," I nodded.

"You good?" Billy asked as he pulled me up from the bed.

"Yeah, yeah. Back to unpacking so I can then pack again," I lamented. "And I remember there being a passing promise of pancakes that never happened."

"Oh right... um... I love you," Billy offered with a kiss before he followed.

"Really?" I let out a sigh. "I love you too," I shot at him as he followed Tim out the door.