”I’ll do improv!”

It had been a year since Florian proposed to you, and since then you had been stressed out over how to not only do the ceremony and reception, but how to even go about a wedding! On the day of the ceremony, you were getting ready and freaking out. So badly in fact that one of your groomsmen had to go get Florian to come calm you and your jitters.

It was comedic, the reasons you were worried, and when the blonde tried to comfort you and figure out what was wrong, you finally came out with the problems

“I can’t marry you, you’re too good for me!” You exclaimed as he tried to hold your shaking hands

“What does that even mean?!” Florian tried to ask, but the stress and near tears of your emotional state had him meeting your emotions. And thus the back and fourth started.

“You’re too nice to me!” “I’ll- I’ll be less nice…? “You’re gifts are too specific!” “I’ll… get you a gift card!? I’m sorry! I never meant to not hurt you!” “You’re too emotionally supportive!” “We can work on that in therapy!”

“The money! You make too much money!” Your groomsmen were holding back laughter at both of yours exchange before Florian was able to come up with a response. “I”ll quit my job!? I’ll do improv!”

He was trying so hard to appease to your… odd emotions and stresses, his hands cupping your face by now as his eye met yours as he waited for your response

“...No..!” You whined and leaned into him, just hugging him tightly as you couldn’t grasp this was actually happening. He huffed in amusement as he pulled you closer into a hug.