Levi's sister's wedding was on the range.

On the day before the wedding, a large white truck came up the drive in the early morning, waking Cath up from a relaxing sleep. She untangled herself from Levi's arms and legs, and shuffled over to the window overlooking the side of the house.

Three men hopped out of the white truck and cranked open the back doors. Cath watched them unload white chairs and large circular tables until Levi's groggy voice beckoned her back to bed.

"Why you up so early?" He wrapped his arms around her again, big spoon to her little spoon.

"I thought you'd be up at the crack of dawn, Mr. Range-r." Cath allowed herself to be pulled in.

Levi's laugh cracked in his throat. "Is that what you think we do?"

"So you don't go milking cows and collecting eggs?"

"Mmm." He peppered her head with light kisses. "We do. Sometimes."

Cath tried to kick him, but her legs were tangled under the sheets.

Levi's sleepy voice seemed to be three times deeper than his normal. "Just testing you. Gotta make sure you're up to par with the rest of us rural folk."

Cath ran her fingers along Levi's forearm. "So who's doing it now?"

She felt Levi shrug. "Probably one of my sisters. I kinda told them all I'm taking these three days off before the wedding."

"Hmm, and you're not even the one getting married."

Levi's laugh tickled her ear. "I can do that now. Special privileges for the range manager."

"Oh is that what you're called now? Are things better with your uncles?"

Levi didn't answer right away. "It was more like a self-promotion."

"Levi, I'm sor –"

"It's fine."

But Cath knew it wasn't. The fate of the range was still up in the air. There were long talks between his parents and his uncles, but they still hadn't agreed on who would take over the ranch. Levi had been stressing about it all summer.

"What time should we get up?" Cath asked to change the subject.

Levi pulled her closer, if that was possible. "Five more minutes."

It was another hour before either of them untangled themselves from the other's limbs. Cath used the bathroom first and stood by the window watching the progress on the lawn as Levi took his turn.

They spent the day in a perfectly lazy way: driving around the quiet streets of Arnold, eating ice cream cones in the back of the truck, walking through the endless fields and finding new spots to spend kissing time away.

Cath was in a sort of blissful state. She found it completely easy to mold herself next to Levi; it was an ease that she'd forgotten about in the past month of separation.

The morning of the wedding, Cath looked out the bedroom window to see the space transformed. The white chairs were set in rows with a white runner creating the aisle. There was an arch standing at the end, with the endless green fields acting as the perfect backdrop. From this angle, there was no threat of any bovine accidentally wandering into the shot. Cath doubted the bride or groom would mind regardless.

It was a perfect day for a wedding. The sky was a bright blue with just enough clouds to block the harshest light. The slight breeze kept everyone cool enough not to complain about baking in the sun.

Levi looked so handsome in his tuxedo. He also looked like a cat out of water, but for the most part, Cath thought he could grace the cover of Watford Wizards Weekly (an honour for only the handsomest of handsomes in Carry On). From where she was sitting surrounded by some of the bride's friends, Cath had a clear view of Levi at the altar. He kept giving her silly faces as the groomsmen waited for the procession to start. Cath kept shaking her head sternly – mostly as a warning when she saw his hand creeping toward his hair, which was slicked back neatly and was expected to stay that way all day.

Levi's hair did, for the most part, stay intact. His widow's peak showed prominently but Cath's eyes were distracted by more interesting things – like his bowtie that she was fiddling with during the reception.

"How did you manage this?" she teased, tugging at it. Levi rarely even tied his shoes. He would kick off his sneakers and shove his feet back into them with the laces still tight.

"You like this getup huh?" Levi teased right back. "Don't I look like one smart wizard?"

"Only if you were in a cloak."

"Damn. I knew I should've gone with the long coat-tails."

Levi draped an arm around the back of her chair. They sat together watching the party. The congregation had moved from the rows of chairs to the back of the house, where the round tables were set up around a central dance floor. Cath's table was at one edge of the setup, so her back was to the fencing that separated her food from some hungry-looking cows. (Or she suspected they could be hungry. She didn't actually know). She figured the whole animal inclusion theme was what they were going for this time.

Suddenly, Levi stood up and pulled her up with a tight grasp on her hand. "Dance with me."

"What? Oh – no – " Cath tried to resist, but Levi was already pulling her towards the dance floor.

"I've seen you dance," Levi grinned. There they were, surrounded by bodies. Dancing bodies. Cath didn't move. She stepped out of the way as her jumping neighbor swing too far left. Levi stepped real close and leaned down to her ear. "You're good at it."

The rest of the song was mainly Levi doing his Levi moves. He would lift up Cath's arms or shake her shoulders to loosen her up. But Cath eyed the people around her and couldn't bring herself to move with them.

And then a Kanye song came on. Levi's eyes widened and he had this look like I told you so. But still, Cath was hyper-aware of what must be fifty people around her.

Levi pulled her close again and with one hand covered each of her eyes slowly. "Emergency Kanye Party. Don't think."

But the thing with those is that it's an emergency. A desperate situation. With no one else around but Wren. And Levi, that one time. Cath thought about how that was the first real time they connected. She looked at Levi's bobbing, happy face. Her shoulders started moving to the beat. Then came some small hops. Eventually she was in full Kanye-mode, just like in her room with her PJs on. She even challenged Levi to a rap battle and won by a landslide.

It made the rest of the night easier. Even if it wasn't Kanye, Cath felt looser and carefree. She was panting and out of breath and eventually made her way back to the table, where she gulped a glass of water. Levi's forehead shined with sweat. He'd removed his tux jacket a long time ago.

"These shoes need to be off." Cath was only wearing a low pair of two-inch heels that she'd borrowed from Wren, but her feet were dead at this point.

Levi plopped into the chair beside her and put his feet up. Then the music turned slow.

"Wait," Cath blurted. Levi already looked too comfy to move. She stood up, ignoring her tired feet. She stuck out a hand to her boyfriend. "Can I have this dance?"

Levi suddenly had mounds of energy. "I'd be honoured, my lady."

Cath giggled. She led the way. Levi's arms came around her waist and started swaying back and forth. "Nuh-uh." Cath took one of his hands in hers and held it beside them. Her other hand rested on his shoulder. "This is how we slow dance." She'd read one too many Jane Austen novels to wish they had choreography and a harpsichord right now. But she realized this reality was better than fiction.

"I've never done this before," she said.

"Me neither," Levi admitted.

Cath gave him a surprised look. She wanted to ask, what about the prom? What about three years with Reagan?

But this wasn't time for that. Instead, she said, "I've been thinking a lot about the drawer."

Levi knew what she meant. "Me too."

"What if… Do you think…", Cath didn't know how to get this across the best way. The way Levi was looking at her (googly eyes, heart-eye emoji, love-stricken) reassured Cath that he knew what she was getting at. But he waited patiently for her to get her words straight. Write the words, he would say.

"We're good together," Cath said.

"We are," Levi almost purred. Cath felt a rumbling in his chest.

"What if… Would you ever – want to – maybe…" Cath took a breath. She needed to calm her nerves. This wasn't a big test. This wasn't a stranger. This was Levi, who knew her – he'd proved that many times. This was important enough to her that she could get the words right. Cath took another breath. "Levi, I love you."

He pressed his forehead against hers. They had stopped moving altogether. "I love you too, Cath."

"What if we lived together?"

The way Levi's face broke into a smile gave her all the answer she needed. It was more than a 100% smile. This smile dug deep into her mind and implanted all his thoughts. "Yes," he breathed, closing the gap between their lips.

Levi pulled away and suddenly looked very serious. "Cath. I already told you I want to think about forever with you."

"Yeah." Cath rested her head against his chest and felt his heartbeat. "That sounds good."