fandomtownies | The York Gallery; Tuesday [ 08/04 ].

Four. Days. Just four days, and Charlotte York would cease to be just Charlotte York, and become Charlotte York Cooper (it had such a distinguished ring to it, didn't it?) and she couldn't be sure if just four days seemed like forever or so not enough time. She reassured herself countless times that she'd taken care of everything she possibly could last week, and now it was just a matter of waiting, and finishing up some work before taking a week off for the honeymoon.

It wasn't normally a day that the gallery was open, and it wasn't (open, that is), but Charlotte was down at the desk doing some last minute work, anyway, frowning and puzzling as she tried to decide whether to keep it open while she was gone, or just give it a minor close while she and Dale were in St. Lucia, which would give the girls a bit of a vacation, although she definitely trusted that they could handle the place on her own. But she knew that if she kept it open, she'd want to call and check in and maybe even work, but it was supposed to be her honeymoon and she should enjoy it.

Just four days. Oh, God, there was just so mu--

Charlotte was distracted by the nudge of a wet nose against her knee, and she stopped what she was doing to look down at Elizabeth Taylor's soulful eyes looking up at her sadly. "Oh, yeeeeeesh," Charlotte cooed, reaching down to scritch behind the dogs ears, "you are so excited for the wedding, too, aren't you, sweetie? You are going to just look so cute! And then you can spend a nice vacation with Aunt Carrie while Mommy and Daddy go on their honeymoon, aren't you? Yes! Yes you aaaaaare."

Poor dog, never got any attention.

[[ the gallery isn't open, but the post is! Albeit a little SP ]]

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After settling things at the office, Dale immediately headed over to the gallery looking to be in a very good mood.

"Charlotte!" he called out cheerfully. "I've just received some fantastic news."

Charlotte looked up from showering Elizabeth Taylor with affection eagerly, because when there was a wedding just four days away, fantastic news was a very good thing to hear, while bad news was not. And it was good news that Dale had fantastic news, because if it was bad news, she might have to stab him with a stiletto and that would not be good.

But she was a little wary, because sometimes Dale's perception of fantastic news could be a little...well, not aligned with her own, she'll say.

"Dale! What is it?"

Dale just grinned. "How would you feel about living in New York again? Your New York City."

Charlotte's eyebrows shot up under the sheer force of her widening eyes. "Dale," she said, firmly, not wanting to jump to conclusions or anything but finding it hard not to. "You know I love New York, what does that have to do with anything?"

Which was just a way of saying You better be asking for the reasons I think you're asking without actually saying that.

"Well... for the past few months I've been working with the FBI branch out of New York," Dale said in what he thought was a good build up. "Mostly providing assistance on some of their more difficult cases. As a result the section chief liked my work and just offered me a job heading up their major crimes division."

Don't squeal, Charlotte. Don't squeal yet. Not until you're 110 percent sure...

"So, you mean...?"

Dale chuckled. "Now I know I should have consulted with you first," he said holding up his hands. "But I took the job on the spot. After our honeymoon? We can move to New York."

Squeal mode: Engaged.

Which meant that poor Dale's ear drums were probably suffering another beating that they were probably growing fairly accustomed to and poor Elizabeth Taylor was subjected to even more with her sensitive canine hearing and went whimpering under the desk as Charlotte flung her arms around Dale.

"Ohmygod, Dale! You really mean it?"

For a brief moment Dale did consider getting some ear protection before coming home but he decided it was best to enjoy the squeal to the fullest degree.

"Of course!" Dale said putting his arms around his bride-to-be. "As much as I love this island, I want us to have a family and to be safe. And while New York is... well New York? At least it doesn't get invaded."

Charlotte might have actually be emitting a low frequency buzz from how happy and excited those words were making her feel. "And if it does," she said, "it's with normal things like heatwaves or brownouts or shoe sale mobs. Oh, Dale. It's just...it's just...perfect."

And, man, she loved that word. Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect.

"Just think," Dale said leaning over to tap her nose in amusement. "In a few weeks, you, Miss Taylor and your Manolos are going to be enjoying Central Park and hanging out with your closest friends."

"And even better," Charlotte beamed as she wrinkled her nose at Dale and moved her hands in to straighten the lapels of his jacket a little (even if they were already straightened), "you'll be there to enjoy it with me."

"Mmmm," Dale hummed happily. "Clearly this decision meets with your approval."

"Mmmhmmmm," Charlotte assured him, grinning as she bobbed her head a little and moved in to give him a kiss. "Lots of approval."

Which, of course, meant at least another kiss to better express how much approval.

That... was a lot of approval.

"Does this mean I don't have to get you a wedding gift?" he teased.

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