Well, it's official; we're engaged. The wedding isn't for a while, but I'm still nervous about it. I sighed slightly as Mark sat down on the couch and leaned his wet head onto my shoulder.
        "Hey." He whispered sweetly to me. He'd just gotten out of the shower so he smelled like shampoo. I nudged Mark off of me slightly.
        "Maaark," I whined as I continued nudging, "You're getting me all wet." Mark sat up straight.
        "Sorry, (Y/n)." He said, looking towards our TV. I told him that it was alright as I ruffled his wet hair, causing small droplets of water to fly off onto the floor and couch. I didn't really care, though. After all, it's just water. Mark put his fists in his lap and looked up at me with this innocent, adorable look on his face.
        "You goof." I taunted, placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. Mark laughed lightly at me, wrapping around my torso and arms, pulling me into a warm embrace. I snuggled closer to him, smiling softly as I closed my eyes. Mark kissed the very top of my head as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt so safe in that moment. Secure. Out of harm's way. I looked up at Mark and kissed his lips gingerly.
        "I'm glad I found you." I said after pulling away.
        "I could say the same to you." Mark said with a smirk as he kissed the tip of my nose.

*HEY! PICK UP YOUR GOD DAMN PHONE!* 

Mark's voice shouted from across the room. It was the ringtone I'd had him record so I would always know where my phone was. I never left it on vibrate. I left the hug and went into the kitchen to answer the phone, only to be met with a loud, high-pitched voice invading my ears.
        "TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA, LADDY! Is your lover home?" Sean asked sensually. I was still wincing slightly from the before abrasive loudness, but I still managed to laugh a little bit at Sean.
        "Yeah, he is. Why? Couldn't you just call him?" I asked, listening for an answer.
        "I tried! I called the fucker like... five times! He still refuses to answer me!"
        "Ah, I see. MARK!" I called from the kitchen, "YOUR BOYFRIEND WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!"
        "Wow, (Y/n), real mature." Sean huffed. I just laughed and handed Mark - who had just walked in - the phone. After that, I was listening to half a conversation.
        "Waddya want, ya Irish bastard?...... Uhuh.... Wow, really?... Okay..... Mhm.... Ha!... No way!... Well, I mean... Alright, alright. Thanks, buddy." And then he hung up.
        "Soooooooooo," I I cooed, sliding up next to Mark. "What was that about?"
        "Oh, nothing... just the tour. And a venue for the wedding." Mark smirked. I stepped back slightly, staring into Mark's chocolate brown eyes.
        "No way, Mark. You can't be serious." I laughed nervously and excitedly, causing my words to come out sort of breathy.
        "Well, it's your choice. Buuuut, we could still record it." Mark explained. Okay, so I have a choice... but, what should I do?

YOU DECIDE! TELL ME WHICH! Would you rather get married during Mark's tour, or record it at home! YOUR CHOICE! I'M JUST GOING TO BE SUPER EMBARESSED EITHER WAY! NO BIG DEAL! AHAHAHAHA!... Kill me.