I thought it would be absolutely impossible to plan a wedding in a month, but it never fails to surprise me what the benefits are of Cameron being famous now. It seemed like every single vendor we spoke to wanted to work with us, assuring that they would be available in less than a months time.

The venue, the caterer, the DJ, the florist... you name it, it's booked. Now as we sit here debating on the guest list, It's hard to imagine that yesterday we didn't even have a wedding to begin with. It's insane how fast things seem to be coming together.

"...And obviously Ethan will be the best man." Cameron continues, jotting down some notes onto a blank piece of paper. He's sitting next to me in bed in just a pair of briefs, and directly behind him there's an insanely beautiful view of the ocean. I honestly can't determine which view I like more.

"And Maya will be my maid of honor." I finish, biting gently on the eraser of my pencil before I scribble her name down. "I should probably tell her today, right? I mean, it's only three weeks away. She's going to need to write herself off of the schedule and re-book appointments."

He nods. "Yeah. We'll tell both of them today. I just need to contact this event rental company. I want this donut wall that they have available."

"Donuts?" I ask with curiosity. "You don't want cake?"

Eyeing me skeptically, it seems that we obviously have different opinions on the subject. Rather than argue with me though he just shrugs and scribbles more down onto the paper. "Both is better, don't you think?"

"Yeah." I agree with a smile. "Definitely."

After another hour of phone calls we've gotten all of the major stuff planned for the wedding. It's crazy how in a twenty-four timeframe my life has completely changed. Izzy doesn't even know yet. Our own daughter isn't aware that her parents are getting married. Not that she would even understand anyways, but still.

Cameron returns into the bedroom of our air b&b with two plates of breakfast that he cooked up. The eggs, bacon and sausage disappear quickly, more than likely from our extracurricular activities on the beach and when we got to this beautiful house last night. He was true to his word when he said he'd make it up to me, and man, did he really.

"I was thinking we could start house shopping next week." Cameron breathes out and cautiously scans my face for a reaction. "I mean, if you're okay with that."

Houses?

Oh god, I hadn't even thought of that.

"Um..." I ponder the thought, finally nodding in agreement. "I mean, I think it's definitely something to look into, but what is the point of looking now when we'll both be gone for three months? Shouldn't we just wait until we're back to do that?"

He shrugs and takes another bite of bacon. "I just think it'll be a good thing to purchase now, that way while we're gone all of the renovations that we want can be done by the time we get back. In LA the houses go quickly, and I don't want to miss out on the opportunity if we find-"

"LA?" I ask. "What makes you think we'd buy our house in LA?"

The expression on his face is one of bewilderment. Almost as if he doesn't understand why I'm asking the question. "Um, because that's where my contract is?"

"But I work in Arizona..." I explain. "My job at the clinic is there. My family, Maya... my whole life is there."

It's not that I don't see myself living with Cameron, because I do, but all of this is moving a little too quickly for my liking. I want to just focus on getting married first, and maybe when I come back from my study abroad program we can talk about where we want to live. It's a lot to think about.

"I can't exactly leave my contract." He replies, annoyance evident in his tone. "You can choose any clinic in LA. And as far as family goes, we can literally pay them to fly out whenever you want them to. Just say the word."

Has he had this all figured out from the beginning? Not that I wouldn't agree to this plan of his maybe eventually, but it bothers me that he just didn't think to ask me about it first. Leaving my job is going to be hard for me. I love the people there. I've established such a good relationship with my boss, and that doesn't come around often. If I want a job right out of school then I need to rely on the clinics that I've already established time with. This decision doesn't just affect him, it affects me as well.

"It seems like you've got it all figured out." I huff and lean over to put my plate of breakfast on the night stand. "When were you going to tell me of all of these elaborate plans, Cameron? Did you think at all about how I would feel before you decided this?"

Scratching the back of his head, he lets out a sigh of frustration. "Of course I thought about how you would feel, I just thought this would be the only logical option though. I mean, what are you wanting to do? Get married and then live separately when you come back from your study abroad program?"

"Maybe? Until I at least completed my time with the clinic that I'm at so that I can get good references. My job isn't a walk in the park. There's steps that I have to take, and leaving my family is a lot to think about too."

"But marrying me means that I'm your family now." Cameron says. "Izzy and I should be the most important factor going forward. Not your mom, dad or Ethan. Not that they shouldn't be important, but are you going to disagree and say that living together wouldn't be the best option for us?"

"I'm not saying you're wrong..." I trail off, hating the way that this conversation is going. Maybe he's right. Maybe I should just move to LA with him and find a new clinic to go to. "Can we just re-visit this conversation later? I'm not really liking how we're beginning to talk to each other, and I don't want this to end up in a bigger fight than it needs to be."

He hesitates like he wants to say something else, but instead he nods his head and leans over to give me a kiss on the forehead. "We'll re-visit it." He agrees, but I can tell he's upset. From the expression in his eyes, all of the gears are turning in that head of his. I know him well enough by now to know that he overthinks literally every possible situation.

"I love you." I reassure him. "I'm not saying that you don't have a point. What you're saying is making sense, I'm just asking if you can give me time for the information to settle. I need to think about it before I truly react to it."

That seems to be everything he needed to hear because a wide smile breaks out onto his face. "Fighting maturely sure is a lot better, huh?" He asks. "I appreciate you telling me how you honestly feel, and I'll give you the space you need to think It over. We've got a ton of other things on our plate anyways, right? Starting with the wedding colors..."

Passing me over another piece of paper, we get back to our scribbling, and in seconds the conversation seems to have vanished completely.

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