Cold Feet
Summary: The night before their wedding, Ryan and Michael think about their relationship. From THIS prompt on the ficathon
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction
Warnings: Language
Rating: PG-13
Cold Feet
Ryan tossed and turned in his bed, trying to sleep. Finally, giving up, he threw the covers off his body and stood up. Maybe some t.v. would help. He flicked on E! and groaned as he saw what was on.
"Phelps and Lochte wedding today!"
Damn, he really couldn't get away from it, could he? For the past week everywhere he looked, there was coverage of his wedding to Michael. Ryan was getting sick of it. He wanted some peace. He wanted to marry Michael away from all the paparazzi and press. But it wasn't possible. He turned the t.v. off and walked out to the balcony. His family and Kyle had spent the day trying to calm his nerves. And it had worked. When he had something to distract him, Ryan was fine. He didn't think about Michael, or the wedding or anything. But by himself? It was a whole different story. All he kept thinking about was the wedding and Michael. Would the caterers be on time, would the flowers set off anyone's hay fever, did they think about the vegetarians and vegans while coming up with the menu? And most importantly, would Michael even show up? Contrary to popular belief, Ryan wasn't stupid. He knew that some people seemed to think that Michael deserved better than him. And Ryan agreed. Michael did deserve better than him. But that just made Ryan want to be better for the younger man. He sighed and paced around his room. Was he really doing the right thing? Marriage was serious, it was for life. Ryan wanted to spend the rest of his life making Michael happy and giving him everything he wanted. But now, as he thought about it,could he do that? What if he failed and Michael and he split up? That would kill Ryan. Michael was strong, he could survive. Ryan? He couldn't survive life without Michael. And he didn't want to hurt the other man. Maybe....maybe he shouldn't do this. Maybe he should pack his bags now and save Michael the grief of being married to an idiot like Ryan. He was distracted when he heard his phone vibrate, signalling a message. A smile broke out on his face when he saw it was Michael.
"Idiot, we're getting married tomorrow. Get into bed and get some sleep. xxoo"
Ryan laughed to himself. Michael knew him so well. Just one word and he calmed Ryan down. Now, Ryan knew he wasn't making a mistake. He curled up in his bed and dreamed of becoming Mr. Ryan Lochte Phelps.
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In his room across the hall, Michael threw his phone onto the bed beside him. He settled back into the bed and smiled to himself. He always knew that the littlest things made Ryan nervous and the night before their wedding, the older man was sure to be. Michael knew they were doing the right thing. He ignored the media and haters because he wanted to get married to the man he loved and no one was going to stop him. He fell asleep and dreamed of becoming Mr. Michael Phelps Lochte.
A/N Wow, that's a really bad ending. R&R please.