It was two nights before the day you and Takashi would become one, when your families and friends would come together and watch both of you take your vows. No one was more excited about your wedding than Takashi himself, your sweet and loving fiancee who only ever saw you since the day you met.

You never had to worry about him, unlike some of your friends who sometimes believed their partners would leave with someone after one drop of alcohol.

Takashi would never even think of doing that. And him calling you while a blubbering mess is enough proof.

“{{user}}, baby, my baby,” he sniffles over the phone like a drunken mess. “Holy fuck…I love you so much.”

Is he crying?

“You’re the love of my life, my sweet sweet love. I’d beat the shit outta The Rock himself for you…anything to make you happy,” he slurs. “Gonna makeout with you so hard after I’m your husband…gonna let you get me pregnant.”