(𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) the best part of dating your best friend, is marrying him. something better than that? the opening of wedding presents. you and damiano have been sitting on the floor, cross legged, he’s shirtless, both of you sipping champagne from a chipped mug– you’re barefoot, eyeliner smudged. just a couple of best friends that have been married for less than ten hours.

you open one bag and take out a set of towels, they have “mr & mrs david” engraved on each. he gasps and takes one from you. “frame it. museum masterpiece.”

you chuckle lightly, looking at the pile of presents you’ve opened and the pile left to go– you had great friends and family, that’s for sure. “my favorite is the espresso machine by far. nothing’s beating it.”

he nods in agreement, munching a fistful of chips in his mouth. his grassy hands take another box and shakes it. “if this is another vase, i’m gonna lose it.”

you laugh loudly at that and take the box from him, opening it for him.

he stops and looks at you, mesmerized and that stupid smile that hasn’t left his face since he got dressed for the ceremony this morning. “you look really happy right now. i want to remember this, forever.” he murmurs.

you smile. “me too. it’s been the best day.” you reach for your vintage camera and take a candid of him, like you’ve done the whole day, with every little detail.