marry me - d.d.
plot: while on vacation, you and your boyfriend, david, spontaneously decide to get married
word count: 2,375
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"I'm so in love with you, David Dobrik," you murmured, planting a soft kiss on his jawline. You were curled up next to him with your backs against the headboard of the hotel bed, looking out at the Hawaiian sunset. The door to the balcony was open to welcome the gentle breeze and the scent of the ocean. His arm was draped over your shoulder and your hand was holding his while your head was resting on his chest. You wanted moments like this one forever. "Let's get married tomorrow."
"What?" David asked with a chuckle, pulling away from you and staring at you. A look of realization crossed his face, "You're serious?"
You nodded, a smile across your face. "Yeah," you whispered, glancing up at him. You were trying to read his expressions to see if he was on the same page as you with this idea.
"We've only been together for a year. I mean, we haven't even talked about moving in together," he said hesitantly, and your face fell. David quickly noticed and tried to backtrack. "Not that I don't want you to move in, I was going to suggest it in a couple months when your apartment lease was almost up," he insisted. "And anyways, don't you want a big, fancy wedding?"
You shook your head. "I thought I did," you shrugged. "But sitting here with you right now, none of that matters. I just realized I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t see why we should wait if we know we want to be together forever, you know?"
David ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. He stood from his spot on the bed and started pacing back and forth, trying to process what you were saying. His mind began to wander, as he thought about how his friends and family would react if he got married in secret, how his lawyer would react, and how his fans would feels.
He stayed quiet for too long and your heart sank.
"You know, just forget I said anything," you said, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. You quickly wiped away the tears that were filling your eyes. You had hoped he would've been even a little bit excited about bringing up the idea of marriage.
"Babe," he sighed, standing at the edge of the bed. He reached out and took your hands in his. "I love you, you know that. And I do want to marry you. I just, I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't know how my lawyers and immigration will feel about me eloping," he tried to explain. You nodded and forced a smile, understanding where he was coming from, but you were still upset.
"I get it, Dave," you promised, trying to convince yourself that you believed what you were saying.
"I'm not saying no, okay? I promise I would marry you right now if I knew I could," he reassured you, kissing the top of your head. “I love you." He let go of your hands and stepped into his shoes. He gave you a quick peck, although his mind was elsewhere.
"Where are you going?" you questioned, as he rummaged through his things, searching for his phone and wallet. There was a distance in David's eyes and you knew his mind was somewhere else. You sighed, growing annoyed that he had ignored your question.
You looked out at the waves crashing on the beach, the sky painted shades of pink and orange with the sun dipping below the horizon, wondering what David's lawyer would say about the wedding. You were deep in thought about what they would think that you didn't notice David slip one of your rings into his pocket before heading out.
He googled the closest jeweler and took the rental car, calling his lawyer on the way even though it was almost midnight there.
"It's risky, Dave," his lawyer said, explaining that eloping was often a sign of a fraudulent marriage when it came to illegal immigrants. "I can't tell you what to do, but I would advise against doing this. I mean, I know you and your girlfriend and I will vouch for you and the reality of the situation, but it's tricky. You'll have to have a strong case if people question the validity of the marriage."
David groaned, that wasn't the answer he hoped for. But after talking things over with his lawyer, they agreed that they would be able to build a strong enough case between all of the video evidence and receipts from vacations where singular hotel rooms were booked with only one bed. With his lawyer agreeing to let him go through with the marriage, he headed into the jeweler.
The sales associate welcomed him with a warm smile.
"I need an engagement ring and two wedding bands by tonight, if possible," David said, looking hopeful.
"Big day?" she asked, and Dave nodded, a smile stretched across his face.
"My girlfriend decided she wants to get married tomorrow and I can't let her get married without a ring."
"That's exciting," she smiled, pulling out a tray of rings in your size that could be taken home today. He went for simple matching gold bands as the wedding rings but he had clue what type of diamond you wanted. "A simple, singular diamond is always a good option. But, if she wants to get married this suddenly, I don't think she's going to care about the ring."
"Yeah, you're right. I still want it to be something special," David said, his voice trailing off as one ring caught his eye. "That one," he insisted, pointing at one along the back edge of the tray. He knew would fall in love with it.
The sales associate pulled the ring out and handed it to David to look at. It had a round diamond in the center and the band was covered in smaller diamonds. It was so simple and looked so similar to other ones in the tray of rings, but something drew him to this one. The light reflected off of the diamonds and David could picture it on your ring finger. He paid for all three rings and thanked the associate for helping him out, stopping at a small stand for a bouquet of flowers on his way back to the hotel.
He walked down to the beach and used his finger to write Marry Me? in the sand. He called you and told you to meet you down on the beach to talk and you agreed. You slipped sandals on your feet and headed downstairs, anxious to hear what his lawyer had said. You saw him standing with his back to you and your heart started racing as you got closer and was able to make out the writing in the sand. He turned slowly and you saw the ring box in his hand. He handed you the bouquet of roses and got down on one knee.
"David," you gasped, your hand covering your mouth as he opened the box, displaying the ring. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to make it official," David explained, his hands shaking. "So, what do you say? Wanna get married tomorrow?"
"Oh my god," you breathed out, none of this seeming real. "Yes," you smiled, tears forming in your eyes. David slid the ring on to your finger and you bent down to give him a kiss, your hands cupping his face. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly, as he picked you up and spun you around. You pressed your forehead to his, tears rolling down your cheek.
"I love you, soon to be Mrs. Dobrik," he smiled, putting you down and kissing your forehead.
"I like the sound of that," you hummed, looking into his eyes. He pulled you into a tight hug, just holding you as you listened to the waves crash against the shore.
You woke up to an empty bed and a note that read: It's bad luck to see the bride on the day of the wedding! I'll see on the beach at sunset. Love, your (almost) husband. You giggled at the note but appreciated the effort to be as traditional as possible with the untraditional way you had decided to tie the knot.
You took a quick shower before heading out. You wanted to wear a white dress but you didn’t pack one. You stopped for a coffee and breakfast before searching local boutiques for your perfect dress. After no luck in four different stores, you were running out of patience and energy. As you walked into another store, a white satin dress was on the mannequin caught your eye and you knew you needed to try it on. It ended at your mid shins and it was so simple yet so elegant and classy. You did a quick twirl in the dressing room, admiring the dress, and decided to buy it.
"Just this?" the cashier asked, and you nodded. You swiped your card and she handed you the bag. "Thank you," you said, taking the bag and walking out into the humid Hawaiian air.
Your mind began to wander as you thought about returning to LA. How would you tell your friends that you and David had gotten married? Would they be mad? Would you have to end your lease early and move into David's house? Would Natalie move out? How would his fans react?
There were so many unknowns and questions and you were beginning to wonder if this was a good idea. Sure, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you were beginning to realize that a marriage was more complicated than just being in love.
You brushed off your worries. You wanted to marry him and he wanted to marry you, and it didn't need to any more complicated than that.
You walked back into the hotel room, setting the bag down on the floor and seeing a large bouquet of white and purple flowers on the bed. You smiled at how thoughtful David was, and changed into comfy clothes to spend the next couple hours getting ready.
You grabbed a notepad and wrote a letter to David for him to read after the ceremony. You sprayed a squirt of your perfume on the letter and left it on his pillow. You also wrote your own vows, since you weren't sure if David was doing the same. Even if you didn’t read your own vows during the ceremony, you wanted to have them written so you could share them with him after.
You finished doing your hair and makeup with 10 minutes to spare.
Your heart was pounding as you stepped into your dress and zipped it up. You slid on a pair of white sandals on and grabbed the bouquet that was left on your bed. You looked in the mirror and had to hold back tears. All of a sudden you wished your parents were here to see you get married.
You stepped out on to the balcony, looking down at the beach. David had offered to take care of everything, but you weren't sure how capable he was of doing so. However, you saw a photographer standing next to David, and a minister walking over to them.
You took a deep breath and headed down to the beach. The photographer was waiting for you in the lobby, wanting to get a few shots before you walked outside, and then followed you down to the beach.
The boardwalk was lined with white rose petals, with David standing at the end in a white button up with dress pants. He smiled at you, quickly wiping tears away as you walked down the beach to him. You giggled with excitement as he reached for your hands.
The ceremony was a blur to the both of you and you couldn't believe it had really happened. The night was spent in pure bliss, excited to be married to each other and ready to start the next chapter of your lives together.
A couple days later, you stepped off the plane at LAX, ready to return to reality. You had already told your friends and family at home, but you and Dave hadn't decided how to tell everyone in LA.
Natalie was helping put your suitcases in the trunk when she caught sight of your engagement ring. She immediately reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it close to her to examine it when she noticed the wedding band alongside the diamond.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
"Surprise?" you chuckled.
"Oh my god, congrats," she exclaimed, giving you a hug. "Tell me everything."
You climbed into the car and began telling the story, David constantly interrupting to share it from his perspective.
You decided to announce it by having Natalie plan an engagement party for the two of you.
"So, we actually have one more thing to tell you guys," David said, earning the attention of the crowd. "We didn't just get engaged."
"We got married," you interrupted, watching a range of emotions wash over everyone.
Their voices overlapped as they congratulated you and questioned why you did it in secret and so quickly.
After telling all of your friends and family, the only people left to tell where the fans. You scrolled through the pictures the wedding photographer had sent you, picking out your favorite. You were sitting on David's lap with your left arm draped over his shoulder, displaying your ring. David picked a picture of you looking at each other and holding hands during the ceremony, the minister and the sunset sinking into the ocean behind the two of you.
You posted it to Instagram, choosing a quote as your caption to keep it simple: "when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
David kept his post short and sweet, reading: September 12th. The day my best friend became my wife.
