The Wedding - Bojan/Pique Slash - CHAPTER 3 / 13
Author: kitty69lover
Rating: PG13
Category: Rom-com
Characters: Bojan & Pique, as main characters, the rest of the Barça footballers (see tags).
Length: short story (Intro + 12 chaps)
Summary: using the plot from Sex and the City - the Movie, the fic is based on the issues that arise when the 2 soon to be wed realise they envision the ceremony rather differently and things get a little bit out of control.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique or his family, or any of the other footballers mentioned in my story, except for Bojan who is MINE, ALL MINE - ah, i wish. i don't own him either... This is just fiction, not the reality.
Authors Notes: this is pretty much an in joke
The next week
The two stared making all the arrangements quietly and without haste, securing a caterer, decorations for Gerard’s garden, deciding on the cake and the outfits.
They decided to go for something casual, they’d both be in jeans and white t-shirts, with white converse.
They bought rings and had to make sure no-one saw them at the jewelry shop. They invited in person the people they wanted to have close, considering that a written invite would’ve been evidence and they’d be easy to be found out.
“Titi, can I have a word with you?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“Gerard and I are getting married on the day La Liga concludes, and we’d love you to come. It’s something small, so keep it to yourself.” Bojan informed Henry almost whispering.
“Wow. Congrats. Don’t worry about it, mum’s the word.”
They had decided to split the players even, and to both address Pep. They spent a couple of days making sure they could talk to everyone in almost secrecy, trying very hard to resist laughing at the thought of being ‘caught’.
Lastly, they went to see Pep.
“Alright fellows, what brings you both here.”
“Well, Pep.” Bojan started, stopping immediately.
He had no idea what to say, actually.
“As you might have noticed, Bo and I are going out together.” Gerard began, a little more confident, but also stopping at a loss of words.
“Yeah, I have.” Pep glanced at them, they looked like something was going on.
“Well…” Pique tried again, trailing.
“Well, what. What’s happent now?”
“We’re getting married!” Bojan squealed suddenly, covering his mouth in shock.
“OH!” Pep got up from his chair, and stepping in front of his desk, pulled Bojan and then Gerard into a super hug.
“Congrats, and well, good luck. I’ve had a good feeling about you two, and I’m glad I was right.”
“We’re gonna have a small ceremony and reception at my place. Just a few people, not even the whole team. We’d love to have you there with us.”
“I’ll be there. Of course.”
And with that, the preparations were ready, everything was set, they could relax, step back and wait for the last day of Liga to arrive.
However, now that they’re relationship was about to become a public matter, they began to be less and less careful with showing that they’re together.
A leftover hand on the thigh, on the plane returning from Valencia where they’ve just won the Copa del Rey, an almost kiss spotted as they were celebrating La Liga at home after the loss to Mallorca, the paparazzi were snapping photos and asking questions and it seemed only a matter of time until their relationship became widely known.