It was the morning of their big day, and Akiko was a ball of stress. She’d prepared every minute detail of the day, but she still felt like something was going to go wrong. This had to be perfect, or she’d feel like she failed at her first domestic task as Jamie’s mate.
“Any girl in America could do this, so I better be able to,” she thought to herself throughout the morning as she cut potatoes, directed delivery staff, and all the other things this surprisingly large undertaking required of her. She’d stayed in the kitchen after all the food and supplies to make dinner arrived, leaving Yuri to deal with the rest.
Yuri was helping her with no complaint, even looking a bit excited himself. He was singing and humming as he worked, something about a teenage dream. She couldn’t help but sm
