Fizzarolli's Pov

After a long day of work I entered the place I now called home and. Magazine's. Were. Everywhere. All of them wedding themed.

"Uh Ozzie? Why are there magazines and catalogs all over the house?" Suddenly I was overtaken by a feathery hug.

"Fizzbubble! Welcome home I was just uh. Looking through some options" I scanned the room slowly "Yeah. I can tell" I chuckled.

"I suppose I did go a big overboard. But! I did manage to narrow down some quality options for us! Of course they are only suggestions and you are free to search the house for anything that catches your eye"

I stared at the demon king in pure shock. He was giddier than a girl getting asked out by a cute boy in highschool "Well. Don't keep me waiting what mags did you pick out?"

He grinned and carried me to our couch, there were a few catalogs on the coffee table "so there's this suit catalog. A dress catalog just in case and A wedding cake magazine. I figured you would deal with bridesmaids or groomsmen outfits with said bridesmaids or groomsmen"

I was a bit baffled, he had thought of everything "and I thought that I was excited to get married, and here you are. The house covered in wedding paraphernalia. And from the looks of the kitchen. Wedding cake samples. I think you might be more excited than I am!"

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully "I suppose the house is quite a mess isn't it and yes there is cake!... would you like to try some?"

I snorted. This was going to be a long night.