Well today was different. Deeks and Mama B had to be at the bar for a major inspection so I spent the day in the field with Nicole Dechamps. We worked well together and she even shared some of what she’s been going through having to testify about her last Secret Service assignment. I hope I was able to help her out a little, but ultimately she’s going to have to forgive herself; lord knows I’ve had some experience with that.
I did miss Deeks’ humor and our bantering; the day just isn’t as much fun without him by my side. On the other hand, I’m sure he would have seen the similarities between today’s case and my father’s murder and would have provided any support I needed. But it was a good distraction to offer some of that support to Nicole instead.
For a man as steady and unflappable as my partner is when we’re under fire (literally and figuratively) at work, it was surprising to see how stressed out Deeks was about the wedding this morning. Although given Roberta’s dramatic entrance just a few seconds later, maybe it shouldn’t be. I guess in some ways Deeks’ apple doesn’t fall far from his Mama’s tree.
I do feel guilty that my sweetheart is stressing over the wedding when so much of it (ok, basically all of it) is what I wanted. We’d probably already be married if we’d gone with Deeks’ idea of a small beach wedding. And we certainly wouldn’t be getting hitched while Mercury is in retrograde if the venue I loved had any other dates that weren’t too far out (“That’s why these dates are available,” Deeks insisted during that particular debate). But I’m so excited to finally have the wedding of my dreams with the man of my fantasies! At least Deeks is getting one thing he wants out of the day—me! 😉 And I plan to make it all worth his while on our wedding night (and for the rest of our lives).
It’s also kind of adorable that Deeks is the nervous one only a couple of weeks away from saying our I Do’s, especially since I was the one who was obsessing about everything being “perfect” and he was constantly assuring me that the details didn’t matter as long as the end result is that we’re married. These last few things will get done, and even if they don’t, what’s the worst that will happen? In less than two weeks Deeks and I will be Mr. and Mrs. and that’s what’s important. Nothing, not even an unfinished to-do list or a too-short mother-of-the-groom dress, can ruin our day at this point.