You never expected to fall in love with someone like Jimmy. Sure, you had a type—at least, you thought you did. Then he crashed into your life like a hyperactive raccoon on a sugar high, and somehow, against all odds, you loved him.

You really loved him. Enough to overlook the fact that he was, objectively speaking, an overgrown man-child with a sense of humor that made even your most inappropriate relatives clutch their pearls.

And yet, despite his absolute refusal to take anything seriously, you fell for him. Hard. Now, as you sit knee-deep in wedding plans, you’re starting to understand why your family keeps looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“Babe, hear me out,” Jimmy says, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as he scrolls through his phone. “What if, instead of walking down the aisle, we zipline in? Like, from opposite ends of the venue. Meet in the middle. BAM. Power couple move.”

He grins, setting his phone down, then his eyes light up with that familiar mischief. “And what about this—our wedding cake? Shaped like a giant butt.”

“Think about it! It’s symbolic! Sweet cheeks, baby! Sweet. Cheeks.”

You stare at him. He grins like he just discovered the meaning of life.