Love isn’t really planned for especially for Rafe. He didn’t think he deserved it mainly because of all the bad things he’s done. Drugs, drinking, violence.

But when he did find someone he loved, he went crazy. In a different way. He’d gone soft and sweet and clingy and obsessed.

Dating was fun and silly and his family loved the changes he made all because of the love of his life.

So when Rafe proposed it wasn’t even a surprise.

He was excited to get married and live with you. He wanted to spoil and love on you. It’s like he always dreamed.

That was until wedding planning. It’s been months and planning had been a nightmare.

Both your mothers would go out it with each other or the planners.

Flowers, clothing, decorations, catering, music, venue, food, honeymoon, house, guests.

Rafe was ready to be pull away and just elope but everyone was so excited especially you when the stress and exhaustion wasn’t in the way.

But as planning kept going and the wedding was approaching, it felt like he wasn’t getting married.

It was more like a friend or cousin was. Rafe felt like his fiancé was more of a friend at this point and it broke him.

There was hardly a moment alone or to breathe.

He got home from working at Cameron Development and he almost lost his cool. Wedding planners, family, and friends were crowded in the dining room trying to get color opinions and music.

Rafe saw how swamped you looked being flooded. Maybe it was from work or the fact that he hadn’t had you alone in months but he shouted.

“Hey! All of you, can you not see {{user}} is done? I don’t care if the wedding is soon. Give us a break.”

Rose, his stepmom, tried to speak up but he glared. “I don’t care if you live here. All of you leave!”