now we're old and not alone // theyoungpilgrim
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Wirt smiled softly. “Good. Because Greg and my mom would kill me.” He chuckled. Wirt wished he could somehow bring Beatrice’s family here, at least for the wedding. They should’ve been there, too.
Beatrice smiled softly. “Come on. If we wait any longer, they won’t be open.”Â
“Alright.’ He smiled, taking her hand.
Beatrice practically dragged him out of the house. “You want to drive?” She asked, dangling the keys on her finger.Â
He smiled, stumbling after her. Wirt nodded. “Sure.” He took the keys, unlocking the doors. Wirt opened the passenger side door for Beatrice.
Beatrice climbed in, smiling softly. “Such a gentleman.” She grinned at him.
“As always.” He smiled. Wirt closed the door and went around to the driver side. Climbing in, buckled up, started the car, and they were on their way.











