FIRST, DO NO HARM.

 ❝ you’re totally judging– but in a nice way. ❞ she reached out to grab his hand and gently pulled him back towards the couch so they could get comfortable. ❝ i haven’t really found the dress, yet. especially with the belly growing i gotta find one that’ll work with the dress and i can get altered if it grows a bit more. or one thats tight up here– ❞ she motions to her chest, ❝ and flows out going down so i’m comfortable. and i’m totally not wearing heels, i don’t care. it’s hard enough now i’m barefoot at work all the time even if i wear the heels to work. ❞

she’s been thinking about this since they moved in together and he met her parents. her dad had made it clear that he would not approve of them unless they were married, even if he hadn’t said the words. ❝ you don’t have to propose now, ya know. it’s mostly the hormones. the baby makes me needy and daydreamy. ❞

yeah, she really needs a better hiding place– both for his razor, and for those magazines. ❝ maybe don’t snoop in my drawers! ❞ that was a horrible answer, katerina. but she doesn’t know how to explain the wedding magazines when he hasn’t even proposed to her. sure, they’re living together and looking for a house… having a baby– it’s inevitable, she’d assume, but she knows looking at wedding magazines is a bit premature. ❝ don’t judge me and my bathroom reading material.  ❞

pulling herself off the couch ( a feat of its own, considering how much she was showing now ), and made her way over to her boyfriend to snatch the magazine from his hands and press a kiss to his lips. ❝ and you should have started buying 2 razors by now– yours is much better than mine. my legs are extra smooth. ❞ a hand lifted to playfully scratch at his growing beard. ❝ and do you really need to shave? because i like the beard. it feels nice. ❞ a grin.

“i’m not judging!” it comes with a laugh, and a smile painting his features. he was going to propose eventually-- if he had known she wanted a wedding THAT BADLY, he would have done it earlier. when she snatches the magazine from his hands and presses a kiss to his lips, he can’t help but feel like he SHOULD have done it earlier. 

Shit. Where the hell was his razor? If Kat had stolen it again to shave her legs... He knew she would have. It’s what girlfriends DID. So, he opens up one of the four bathroom drawers she had claimed since moving in (he was left with two, for the record), digging through nail polish and tweezers and god knows what. Nothing. On to the next.  What surprises him is the magazine hidden in the back half of the drawer. He picks it up, expecting it to be Vogue or something, but is surprised by the title so perfectly placed at the top of the cover. MARTHA STEWART WEDDINGS. And under the magazine, his razor-- not that he really gave a fuck now. His girlfriend was hoarding wedding magazines.

“Hey Kat----” As he enters the living room, he holds the magazine up for display, knowing it will capture her attention. “Next time you steal my razor, maybe don’t hide it with your stash of secret wedding magazines?