Headboard Confessional
Marriage
By Missy

SERIES: Headboard Confessional
SUBSERIES TITLE: Marriage
PART: 1 of 1; 2 of 5
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING(s): ...do you know me or not? L/L
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CATEGORY: Romance
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: California-era.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Your bed knows everything about you...

NOTES: This is basically a little short series that chronicles the L/L relationship, centering in on major life events...which seem to take place mostly around the bedroom.

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"The place seats a hundred..." Lenny frowned at the charts. "Vernie, we don't know no one hundred people."

She frowned. "They ain't rentin' the gazebo for a smaller party?"

"The park ain't too keen on big weddin's in the first place."

Laverne grunted, hauling the yellow pages back up onto the bed. "Okay, we want this caterer...and in a public garden, I ain't worryin' about a florist...Ya said the Squiggtones'll do the the gig fer free, right?"

"Yeah...well, they said yeah, if we do somethin'."

She looked up at him in frank worry. "What?"

"We're gonna sing a song."

"Len!"

"Come on!" He retrieved her hairbrush from the drawers. "I know the look..." He crooned, and she whapped him with a pillow.

They had agreed on a nice, cheap spring wedding. After many debates, she realized exactly what she really wanted in a marriage, and in a wedding; family, friends, great music, great food. The size of the ring definitely didn't matter, nor did an expensive wedding dress. She and Lenny matched in that sympathy.

And in almost every sympathy, it seemed. His love felt right, deep, and sympathetic. How it had changed and purified through time made her marvel.

"Okay, let's think; yer pop can cater..."

"Yeah." He did owe her, after calling Lenny 'that dumb Polak' and storming out of Cowboy Bills when she announced her engagement. He was STILL apologizing for it.

"Squiggtones'll do the music. Shirl said somthin' about buyin' you guys dresses..."

"She can afford 'em, on Walter's expense account." She laughed.

"So all we do have to pay for is the Gazebo!"

She looked up from the yellow pages. "You're a genius, Len."

"Nah!"

"Yeah!"

"I just wanna be married to ya so bad I'll do anything ta get there."

"Me too." She smacked the bed. "Okay, we got everything set but the favors." She pulled a shoebox of miniature glass slippers onto the bed. "I got these from Aunt Theresa in Milan. You fill 'em with Hershey Kisses, and I'll tie it with ribbon."

"Glass slippers filled up with chocolate." He grinned. "My kinda wedding."

And in happy silence, they worked.




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