macklin celebrini x reader wedding (thoughts)
just me rambeling for a while hahaha -not proofread!-
Because Mack knows you better than anyone else, he knows exactly how you hope to be proposed to. Something small, just you and him, no family popping out at the end. Of course, hired a photographer to hide off to the side because he knew you would want the moment captured. The location was beautiful, a mountainside called the Canadian Rockies, bordering Alberta and British Columbia.
As for the ring, he had some ideas. You had shown him a pinterest board you put together over the years of your dream wedding, dress ideas, venue ideas, and ring ideas of course. He had his mom and Charlie help pick out the final ring though, because he wanted to make sure you liked it. They were over the moon when he asked, because they love you and had been bugging him about proposing since the first time he brought you home. Anyways, the ring was simple, custom, but beautiful. A small band borders with small swirls and designs all showcasing the three diamonds in the middle, the two on the sides smaller than the large one in the center.
This is what Mack had trouble with. He knew you wanted the proposal to be somewhere sort of secluded, but close enough to his place in British Columbia so you could drive back later that day and jump up and down with his mom and Charlie.
That's how he landed on the Canadian Rockies. They were a beautiful sight, the location he wanted for sure surrounded by trees where the photographer could hide, but close to a deep blue river so the pictures would be immaculate. He knew you’d be upset if he chose the wrong angle, or the ground slanted and muddy, so he had to choose wisely.
The hardest part was figuring out how he would convince you to get there. He figured he would just ask if you wanted to go on a hike, because you two always find pretty places in whatever state or country you two ended up in.
You said yes, of course and the whole hike on the way to the spot he was shitting bricks. It’s not that he thought you would say no, but he just wanted to make sure the moment was perfect.
And finally, when the moment came you two were standing there, looking out at the beautiful view, just like he wanted. The day was perfect, not too hot, clear skies, not too many bugs. You stared out into the river, the water glinting off of it as it ran quietly. That’s when the moment came, and he decided he would do it.
“You look so pretty right now.” He whispers, his head turned and voice shaking.
You turn your head too, smiling.
“Just right now?” You tease, poking at his firm bicep.
He shakes his head, still staring at you, letting a deep breath out that makes your brows pull together in a furrow.
You ask, snaking an arm around one shoulder as you lay your head on the other. He presses his chin against your head, reaching for your free hand to squeeze. Then, he pulls you closer, hugging you and closing his eyes.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, a worry growing inside you.
“I’m about to do something crazy.” He chuckles, the nerves making it through.
“Yeah, so prepare yourself.”
You take a deep breath, tears pooling in your eyes. A moment later, he pulls away, his hands coming up to cup your face as he places a small kiss to your lips. He steps back, dropping to one knee.
“Baby?” He asks, reaching into the pocket of his shorts as your hands move from covering your face.
“Before I met you, I was lost. I was practically buckling under the pressure everyone had set on me, and I needed my person. And that person- that person is you.” His words start to shake and break off.
“I never want to wake up another day without knowing If I have you forever. I never want to come home empty handed without your Dunkin’ order, or have to worry about my outfits not being planned out.”
You try to laugh at his words, but the tears come out first. You couldn’t believe it’s finally happening.
“But most of all, I don’t want to spend another day with you without a ring on your finger.”
With that, he finally opens the black velvet box, flashing that beautiful ring you remember showing him years ago, just when things were starting to get serious. You thought it would scare him away, that he would think things are moving fast, but if anything, it confirmed you were
exactly who he needed. A person who planned, and a person who dreamed, who wasn’t afraid to share their dreams.
“Y/n-” His voice breaks, tears flowing out of his eyes.
You immediately nod your head, holding your left hand out for him to slide the ring onto your finger.
He stands up, sliding the ring on.
“Fits perfect.” He whispers, pulling you close again.
Your dream had always been to have a nice wedding as fall turned into winter, everyone’s spirits seemed to be higher at this time. But, the NHL schedule has its own ideas.
Having a wedding in the winter was virtually impossible, unless you used the three mandatory days of leave before Christmas. But you were okay with compromising. Having a wedding during the offseason meant a mandatory wedding in Canada, which you were fine with because that’s where all of Mack’s family is.
One thing you knew you wanted was to plan it all mostly by yourself, though Mack offered to hire a planner because he has ‘more than enough money’ but you’re home most of the time anyways. Though after you went back to Mack’s home after the engagement, Robyn and Charlie immediately offered to help with planning, after all of the giddy jumping and tight hugs of course. It definitely made things easier on you.
The hardest part of this process is Mack being away so much. Because, it’s his wedding too of course, and you can only ask Robyn what color of table runners she likes so many times. You felt bad planning it without him, but it’s not like you could change it.
It took about a year to plan the whole thing, at least for the process to be as laid back and productive as it could be. Most of the rest of the offseason after the engagement was spent sitting on the floor of the Celebrini’s home office, pictures and samples splayed out in front of you. Mack would wake up early to train, come back at noon, and spend the rest of the day planning with you. Well, planning for the most part, because most of this ‘planning time’ was Mack pulling you close and you two staring at the rings on your fingers.
The day was finally here, the day you had dreamed about since the moment Mack officially asked you if he could be your boyfriend.
Everything happened perfectly, on a nice cool May day.
Mack cried basically the whole day, either the nerves getting to him, or the view of you.
Before the ceremony, you both wanted to spend as much time as you could together before it was time to get ready.
“On a level from one to ten, how nervous are you?” He asked, taking a sip from his mug.
“Probably… like a 7.” You respond, shifting the collar of your sweatshirt.
“I’m like a 9. Nervous, but then excited. I’m just trying to think about Oregon.”
Oh, yes. The unconventional honeymoon spot.
When you first asked Mack where he wanted to go for the honeymoon, he shrugged.
You weren’t the biggest fan of tropical places, because that’s usually where you go for regular vacation in the offseason.
So you agreed on Oregon. A bit secluded, quiet, perfect. The flight left the morning after the wedding, you’d stay for a week. That’s all his schedule allowed before he convinced himself he’d start losing muscle.
As for the actual wedding, it was pretty easy. After the ceremony, all the nerves went away, and it was all about having fun, and seeing as many faces as you could.
The vows were the worst part. Mostly because Mack was crying like a baby, like everyone else in the crowd, and you wanted to comfort him so bad it hurt.
Then came the speeches after the cake. The night had gotten quieter, most of you and Mack’s friends hanging around now. Well, more of Mack’s than yours. Half of the room was filled with his old teammates, or old coaches. And honestly, you didn’t mind. Because the second one of his old friends stepped onto the middle of the floor and picked up the microphone, Mack smiled. That smile he does when he isn’t thinking, a real, genuine one.
All of the ‘speeches’ were terrible anyways. Just small drunken chirps toward Mack that lasted about 30 seconds before another guy stood up and took the others place.
But it’s exactly what you both wanted. Surrounded by your friends, families. Filled with joy, love, and laughter.
And most of all, love that could last a lifetime.
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