Love Will Find a Way
Dani x Jamie fluff Read on ao3
"Pardon, let me see if I’m following you. You’re American, but a resident of England.”
“Yes.”
“And your fiancée is English, but a resident of America.”
“Yes, she’s English, but she lives in America.”
“And you’re having a Catholic wedding.”
“Yes.”
“In France.”
“Yes, we have friends there.”
“That’s fine. It’s a French parish matter, then; they take care of the paperwork. Did you discuss it with your priest in France?”
“My parish is in England, because I am a resident here. Anyway yes, we have permission to have the ceremony in France. We still need the bishop’s permission for the marriage, but that should arrive soon.”
“Bien, then all we need is a certificate that says your fiancée has never been married before. Then we can process the documents.”
“See, that’s why I called. America doesn’t really have that certificate.”
“Did you check with the American embassy in England?”
“Yeah. They say they have nothing to do with this.”
“Mmm…I’m afraid I have no idea then.”
**
The lady at the French embassy had been no help. Just like the British embassy in America and the American embassy in both England and France. “I don't know what to do, Jamie. Why don’t we just wait? I’ll be in the states again soon, and we can get married then.” Dani had called Jamie with clear panic in her voice. She was on the edge of an attack all morning, but had waited a few hours to call her fiancée so that it wouldn’t be too early in the morning for her.
“I don’t fancy waiting to marry you, Poppins,” Jamie’s groggy Northern accent replied over the phone. “I quite like the idea of you being my wife as soon as possible.”
“But this isn’t going to work,” Dani said. She shook her head as she held the phone to her ear, looking up to see which bus stop she was nearing next.
“Dani, when you asked me to marry you, what kind of wedding did you picture?”
“The one we’re planning.”
“I reckon we should carry on then. We’ll sort out the paperwork.”
Dani sighed, knowing Jamie was right. Somehow they’d work it all out. “‘Carry on.’ On a scale of zero to British, that was very British of you.”
Jamie laughed; it was that perfect, giggly laugh that Dani had only ever heard herself elicit from the gardener. “I have to keep it up whilst on American soil.”
“‘Whilst’ - also very British.”
“You like it,” Jamie said, her tone dropping and her voice lowering to a seductive almost-whisper.
Dani was silent, stunned by the overtly flirtatious remark. It still shocked her sometimes that Jamie was just as in love with her as she was in love with Jamie, and that she wanted Dani just like Dani wanted her.
Dani cleared her throat. “Oh. Yeah,” she finally managed. “I do.”
The blonde could practically hear the grin in Jamie’s voice. “You’re blushing. I can tell.”
“Am not,” Dani said and bit her lip. Of course she was blushing.
With another laugh, the gardener gave her a happy sigh. “The date is set, Poppins. Invites sent. We’ll have our fairy-tale wedding before you know it. I, for one, can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait either,” Dani said. An older woman was sitting across from her on the bus, looking at her with a knowing smile. Apparently, she was being obvious. “Does it have to be Catholic, though? I know we both love the venue that Owen found, but-”
“And miss out on a compulsory two-day course on family values at a French nunnery? Not a chance, Poppins.”
With a roll of her eyes, Dani let herself relax against her seat and grinned at her fiancée’s antics. “I still think it’s funny that they have separate floors for the sleeping quarters for men and women in order to keep the couples apart. They didn’t think of us when they made those rules, did they?”
“Pretty sure that’s why the Church refused to let us marry for so long. Not enough rooms to keep our chastity intact.”
Dani chuckled. “You know, I think you’re right.” She stood as the bus slowed to her stop. She waved at the driver in thanks and stepped into the gentle rain, lifting her briefcase to cover her head. “I’m almost home. Can we video chat?”
“Absolutely. I have a few hours until the shop opens.”
“Sorry,” Dani winced. “I waited as long as I could.”
“Don’t be,” Jamie said. “It’s about the time I normally wake up anyway. Besides, it just means you get to see me in my pajamas.”
“You don’t wear pajamas,” Dani grinned as she felt herself flush. She arrived at her flat and fumbled with the keys in her rush to get inside.
“Hmmm, that’s right,” Jamie teased. “S’pose I’ll get dressed then.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Blimey, Poppins. You flirt.”
Dani scoffed.
“I’ll hang up to put the kettle on, though, love. See you soon?”
“I just got in. Message when you’re ready.”
“Will do.”
“Love you,” Dani said as she stepped into her flat. She deposited her briefcase and hung her jacket, bounding up the steps to start her laptop.
“Love you, too, Poppins.”
. End note: This was inspired by A Super Strange True Love Story: My Disappearing Fiancé by Annalisa Merelli.