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#I'm just imagine Elle in the fakest voice possible like
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     “The open bar was—if I do say so myself—a brilliant idea,” River said as he waited for Chad to finish getting ready for bed. “No one offering to buy us rounds made the not-drinking thing much easier. Though, everyone was much better behaved than I expected. Guess that’s what happens when Sky can’t go full chaotic chair-thrower.”     “Mm. I suspect the bill may be surprisingly lower than anticipated. Even with your brother and cousin trying to outdo each other towards the end. Did you tell Ms King?”     “Elle? No.”      “Hm.”     River’s brow furrowed slightly. “...Why?”     “She offered me a glass of rosé. Alcohol-free rosé. She was very adamant it tasted like ‘the real thing’.”      “Maybe she worked it out, then. She did plan pretty much the whole thing for us, so.”      “She was also drinking it. All night.”      “Hm.” Tired eyes struggling to stay open, River’s brain took a few seconds to process as he shuffled up the bed to his pillow. “...Ohhhh.”      Chad laughed softly, lying down beside him. “Perhaps she will be more accommodating regarding you taking time off within the next, say, six to nine months?”       “Mmmm, dunno about that,” River said with a sleepy chuckle. “I’d say maybe after, but I don’t think even the whims of a screaming insomniac infant could hold back Elle.” “Heh, no, I suppose not.”      Forcing his eyes open briefly, River could see Chad losing his battle to sleep, too. He shifted over to drape an arm over his new husband, earning him a drowsy smile. “I know it couldn’t have been everything you dreamed... last minute, and circumstances and all, but... I couldn’t be happier.”     “It was. Everything. You were there...”     With the last of his energy, River blinked one last time to see Chad asleep, and drifted off with a serene smile.
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