Who: Bronte and Grant Where: Their Hotel Suite When: Late Morning - Sunday, June 13
Brenna had escaped the suite her parents had reserved for the weekend of the wedding. The teen had cousins that were also within the city for the same event, and what better way to see a city then with people her own age. After the girl had left Bronte ordered up room service for herself and Grant before she went to take a quick shower.
"Bronte?" Grant called out to her while she was rushing for her shower. He'd had a great time, but... sometimes? He liked to calm down and just be himself. Leave the goofiness and humor elsewhere. "Just wanted to tell you...with all due respect to the bride? You were the most beautiful thing THERE today. Kinda made me fall in love with you ALL over again."
She knew his words were sincere, just not if he was actually after something or not. So the next few words that came out of her mouth were somewhat understandable. "No, I'm not going to share the shower." The blonde poked her head briefly out the door with the majority of her clothe-less form shielded behind the wooden structure. "Oh, and I called down to room service to have them bring up some breakfast." She added before disappearing back into the bathroom and closing the door. She wasn't sure if Grant had been awake enough to realize she had called down for breakfast of not, which had been why she relayed doing so to him in case breakfast arrived before her showered finished.
"Don't worry, when the food gets here I'll take care of it." He sighed then, propping his feet up on the arm of the sofa. "Wasn't trying to getcha in the shower, either. Not that I'd say no if the offer was there..." A chuckle, and then he leaned his head back. "Just wanted you to how beautiful you looked. I know I act like a goof 9/10ths of the time, but that doesn't mean I don't count my blessings every day to have you."
"You act the goof 100% of the time." Bronte said teasingly when she emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later wearing a white robe with her hair still damp from the shower. "And you looked quite the handsome man last night." The blonde smiled softly to the man as she settled herself down on the arm of the sofa near his head. "Well, except during that brief display of your 'dancing' skills."
"Hey..." He retorted, sounding playfully indignant. "As the kids say, I got mad skillz." Dear lord, did Grant ever listen to himself? Oh yeah. He LOVED listening to himself. "I'm really happy for your brother, you know. He's a good kid."
"Guess it takes a kid to know a kid, huh?" And before Grant could come back with a snarky type response Bronte leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "I just hope he always remembers what he has now." The blonde stated.
"If he doesn't? We'll merely threaten him with The Wrath of Bronte." He said, sweetly brushing his nose against hers. "Which is like the Wrath of Khan, just with way less Ricardo Montalban."
"You're comparing me to some fictional character?" Bronte quirking a brow slightly before lifting Grant's head so she could slid down off the arm down to sit on the sofa. The blonde setting the guy's head on her lap then.
"No, not really. Just sounded good in the stream of consciousness that is my mind." He admitted, purring like a damn cat when she positioned him like that. He couldn't help it. For all his bravado, he was putty in her hands.
Bronte smiled down at him for a long moment lovingly running her fingers through the guy's hair. It was only during times such as this when they were alone that Bronte allowed her softer side to show. Had they been out in public she would never show such a display of affection or caring toward the man she was involved with. "While Brenna's out I thought we could maybe talk about something."
Maybe this was why they understood each other so well. Grant usually hid behind a wall of sarcasm and humor, and only with Bronte did he let his real self show. "Anything, baby. What's up?"
"How attached are you to everything in L.A.?" It might not be the most appropriate of times for a discussion of this caliber, but Bronte was unsure when they'd have another chance to talk privately, especially with Brenna now in their lives.
"As long as I'm with you and I can do my job, I don't give a damn WHERE we are." And face it, Grant was a lot of things, but dumb wasn't one of them. "Exactly where do you wanna move to? And why?"
"There's a great opportunity that has opened up in Vegas. One that I don't think we should pass up." At least for Bronte it was a great opportunity that shouldn't be passed up, but the woman wasn't about to pack everything up and move if she'd be the only one doing it. Her first priority was here family, which now included Grant and their future!daughter.
"You wanna run the club full-time?" He asked with a raised brow, loving the idea. "Hell, Vegas is close enough that I could do my job from there and even help Ben by branching out a little..."
"Actually I want to do more then just run the club full-time." Bronte informed him. "I've gotten word that the hotel is going to be on the market soon." Bronte was hoping that Grant would still be as enthused about the possibility of relocating knowing that Bronte was wanting to take over the hotel. It was great opportunity, one that the blonde wasn't wanting to pass up.
"Holy... running a hotel and club together?" He widened his eyes, before a HUGE grin stretched out over his face. "You are SO ambitious... god that's sexy." Sometimes... it really WAS no wonder he and Ben got along so swimmingly, hm? "Let me put it this way, Bronte: if it makes YOU happy, it makes ME happy. If this is something you wanna do? Count me in. All *I* need to be happy is you." Then he stopped, thinking for a moment. "And possibly a cable package where I get all the action movie channels AND all the sports channels. But mostly? Just you."
"Just the hotel, the club would be managed by someone else on a daily basis." She would still have a hand in the operation of the club, but her primary concern would be the running of the hotel. "If all it's going take to keep you happy and content moving to Vegas is having access to all the movie and sports channels you can handle I think that can be arranged." The blonde grinned to the guy running her hand slowly downward along his arm til she found his hand and her fingers laced through his.
"Well, yeah. That and the sex." Sure, he was being glib, but she knew him by now: he had trouble staying serious for too long. It was a sort of emotional crutch of his. "Hell... I've been wanting to ask you to move in together anyway. This will just seal the deal."
"You think that we'd be living at the same residence in Vegas, do you?" Bronte quirked a playful brow at the guy. It wouldn't have been a consideration if it were just the two of them moving to Vegas, but now with Brenna in their lives. Well, it would just be best all around for them to take up residence in Las Vegas as family unit.
"Hey... the bright side? I'm old enough that Brenna can still barely pass as my daughter without having to explain the future thing. We'd just... have to pretend you're her adopted mother." He winced, hoping she'd understand that and not, well.... get pissed at him.
"If it weren't for the fact that she's my blood I wouldn't be pretending to be her anything." True she didn't like the fact that, while Grant could pass with being Brenna's father, she couldn't publicly acknowledge that she was the girl's mother. Bronte would just have to put up with the facade once they got to Vegas.
"Hey..." He could see the look in her eyes. This had to be hard.... having to pretend something like that. "At least we have her, right? She seems like a great kid, and we get to help her out. And least she seems to have your common sense, because if she got THAT from me? We'd be so boned..."
"I just wish.. " Bronte sighed heavily then. "She does," the blonde offered a light smile, "we must have done something right in the future."
"I have a feeling that one day we're gonna be GREAT parents. You got the stern-but-caring thing going, and I have the big-kid-who'll-sit-there-and-play-video-games-with-them thing.... together? We'll make GREAT parents." Gee. Think Grant had put a lot of thought into this? Hell... from the day they got together he'd been envisioning this.
"I hope your right." Bronte said with a gentle squeeze to her man's hand. "And if you're sure about the Vegas thing I'll head out there in a couple days to get a deal finalized with the hotel and maybe start looking for a place for us to live. How long might it take you to get things squared away with Full Moon Records?"
"I'm dead serious. So go ahead... I'll talk to Ben and get things set to do my job from an office in Vegas. Won't be hard at all, since almost my entire job is done on a computer anyway..."
Bless his soul, Grant actually looked EXCITED about this. And sweetly enough? The main reason he was... was because it meant he'd be living with Bronte. He never admitted it, but really? He tended to get sullen and moody when he WASN'T around her now.
"Thank you." Bronte murmured with a soft smile.
"You know Brenna probably won't be back for another couple of hours." Bronte said with a suggestive smile and gentle brush of fingertips along the guy's jawline. They seemed to be having a moment and Bronte wanted to extend it for as long as she could. Separate residences in L.A. greatly limited the time the couple was able to spend together. Something that would change once they relocated to Las Vegas and were living under the same roof.
"You know? I like the way you think, my dear." He got a suddenly mischievous look on his face, hopping up and scooping her into his arms. "I'm thinking we should get in a few lasting memories of this place before we move, hm?"
"You sometimes talk way too much, Grant Kellerman." Bronte said with a smile draping her arms around the man's neck before silencing anything he might be on the verge of saying with a soft kiss to his lips as the man carried her in the direction of the bedroom they had shared the previous night.