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The door opened so quietly, she didn’t even notice Hampus coming in until he lay behind her, arms wrapped tightly about her.  When her breathing finally slowed, he murmured, “I’m sorry.  If I had my way, we’d be at a hotel instead of my parents’ house, I’d be in jeans and a t-shirt, sit for the ceremony, toast them at the reception and leave.”

“T-that’s quite relaxed for you,” she whispered, eyes shut as she squeezed his arms.

“Who says I don’t like comfortable?” he chuckled.  “You could wear one of those oversized sweaters you love so much.  Hang out at the back with a mug of tea and Hero.”  The dog’s tail thumped on the bedspread at his name.

Caitlin took a stuttered breath.  “I don’t get to wear anything else?”

“Well, it is public, maybe some of those little sleep shorts,” he kissed the back of her neck.  They lay together for a moment, enjoying the quiet.  “You don’t have to go.  I can say you weren’t feeling well - a stomach bug?”

“No, no I’ll go,” she shook her head, nudging him a little so she could sit up.  Sheepishly, she added, “Can I bring Hero?  I - I packed a little bow tie for him.  Just in case.”

Hampus laughed, sitting up as well.  “Of course you did.  Sure.  We’ll stay long enough to wish them well, grab some to go boxes of food, and come back here.”

“To go boxes?”

“I know the caterer, it’s fine.”  Standing up, he didn’t even bother to straighten himself out before pulling her up as well, cupping her cheek softly.  “You look gorgeous, you know that?”  She blushed, ducking her gaze down.  “It’s the kind of dress that as gorgeous as it looks on you, I know you’ll look even better out of it later.”  She whacked his arm, gasping in mock shock.  “Just saying.  I’ll be distracted the whole ceremony now.”