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Christmas Presents... Chapter Twenty-One ~ Think Before You Speak… Part One...
Title: Christmas Presents…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2802
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion, Lust, M-Preg…
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Summary: Lindsay seems desperate, almost on the verge of being delusional…
Chapter Twenty-One ~ Think Before You Speak…
Part One...
“Lindsay, what are you doing here? I told Cynthia that I didn’t have time to see you. I’m in meetings all day.”
“You’re always in meetings.”
“Busy! Busy!”
“I have to talk to you, Brian. It’s important.”
“Alright, five minutes.”
“Well… Ah…”
“Lindsay, spit it out! Time is money!”
“I just wanted you to know… To know you don’t have to do this.”
“I’m afraid I do. Leo’s flown in from Chicago for this meeting.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“Oh???”
“I saw Deb, and she mentioned that Emmett was meeting with Justin to start planning the wedding.”
Brian raises his eyebrows, looking at her questioningly.
“Brian. I know Justin is pushing you to marry him. But you really should consider the consequences.”
“Consequences?”
“You know what I mean… Mel mentioned that you’re changing your living will and life insurance. That you’ve already added Justin to all your bank accounts.”
“And this concerns you? How?”
“Brian. I’m one of your oldest friends. You need someone to look out for your best interests. Like I said, it’s no secret that Justin’s manipulated you into marrying him and having you change your life insurance, will and bank accounts.”
“Lindsay! I’m the one who asked Justin to marry me.”
“But only because he’s pregnant with your child.”
“Is that what you think? Well you’re wrong. I’ve asked Justin to marry me multiple times since he’s returned from California. The first time on Christmas Eve, then on Valentine’s Day, and again just a couple of days ago.”
“But have you really considered the implications? I know you. You’ll become restless and start to trick. Then you’ll feel like you have a noose around your neck. You’ll resent Justin for trapping you into this and eventually you’ll leave him.”
“I don’t think so… I’m very committed to our relationship. Thank you very much!”
“But have you considered that fact that he’ll eventually leave you to go to New York? It’s where he belongs. You’ll only be holding him back. You’ll be sorry when he takes half of everything you’ve worked so hard for.”
“Is that what you think?”
“Yes. Yes I do…”
“Wow, Lindsay! Tell me how you really feel?”
“I’m just stating the obvious. You need to consider the ramifications before you jump into the fire.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re more concerned about the fact that I’ve changed my insurance policy and living will? Is it because you’re worried that I won’t take care of Gus? Or maybe, because you wouldn’t be the one inheriting my wealth should anything happen to me?”
“How can you say that? How can you even think that? I love you so much!”
“Yeah! Maybe a little too much!”
“Brian…”
“Lindsay, if you’re this uncomfortable with me marrying Justin, then maybe it’s best if you don’t attend the wedding.”
“What? How can you even consider that?”
“Good. Then it’s understood. You’ll never question my decisions again. Whether it be about my choice of who to marry, who I leave my estate to, or how I choose to live my life.”
“Brian. I’m just trying to protect you. Saving you from making the biggest mistake of your life.”
Brian walks over and opens the door, gesturing for Lindsay to leave.
“Lindsay. I have story boards to review and I want to go over my presentation once more before my meeting. I’d say it’s been nice to see you, but we both know that’s not true. Now don’t ever talk to me like this again, or you’ll be the one suffering the ramifications… Is that clear?”
“Brian. Please don’t be this way, and think about what I’ve said… You know it’s the truth.”
“Lindsay! Don’t show up again without an appointment. I don’t have time for your bullshit!”
With that Brian slams his office door shut, and pinches the bridge of his nose. He can’t help wondering when Lindsay changed. He always thought of her as the one who supported his and Justin’s relationship. Now he questions her motives, and thinks she’s the one trying to manipulate him, not Justin.
~~~
Justin chows down on the muffins that Em baked this morning and brought over for them to enjoy. They’re brainstorming ideas for their wedding. He wants it to be classy, elegant and tasteful, just like Brian. Of course he wants a big wedding, he wants everybody to know the Brian is off the market. He can’t help feeling so proud and happy. He’s wanted this since the first night he met Brian. He’s daydreamed of this day for so long you’d think he’d have it all planned out in his head. But now that he’s actually planning the big event, he’s at a loss as to what he wants.
The only thing that Brian insisted on was that it be legal. He wants a real wedding, not just some pathetic commitment ceremony. And now that Pennsylvania has joined the other eighteen states to legalize same-sex marriage, the timing couldn’t be more perfect. So he’s given Justin free rein over all the details in planning their wedding, as well as free rein over his checkbook to pay for it, and Justin plans on sparing no expense. Meanwhile, Brian insists on planning their honeymoon, sparing no expense himself.
“Well… Where to start? Have you thought about colors? You know you need a color scheme for the wedding?”
“Hum… Blue really makes my eyes pop, but then I know Brian loves red.”
“They both sound like great color choices, either one would work well.
“Red looks so gorgeous on him, so masculine. You know he hates anything frilly, so definitely red.”
“You know, Em… I’m already into my second trimester. I really don’t want to wait until I’m showing to be married. So how hard is it going to be to find a venue on such short notice?”
“Well… Hmmm… This could be a problem, but then again money talks. Let me make some calls and see what I can do.”
“Sorry, Em… I know this is last minute, and everything…”
“Here, you look at wedding cakes. You can pick any flavor of cake you want and decorate it in whatever style you like.”
“Okay, but you know Mr. Persnickety. He won’t want anything with flowers or bows…”
“Justin… You know they all have flowers and bows. Right?”
“Of course they do.”
Justin flips through pages and pages of wedding cake pictures while Emmett tries his best to get through to all the local hotels, banquet halls, conference centers and country clubs, hoping that they might have something available before a year from tomorrow. He’s not feeling very hopeful, as he listens to all the event managers’ hem and haw, sigh, chuckle. One even out and out laughs when he tells them he’s looking for something in the next six weeks.
He hangs up after trying his last possibility and says, “Well let’s talk about flowers. Don’t tell me Mr. Fussy has anything against flower centerpieces?”
“No, I think he’ll be fine with that. Just so long as they’re plain and not gaudy.”
“Of course. I expect no less.”
“I’m thinking roses. What do you think?”
“They are the flower of love, and of course they’re beautiful in red.”
“I’m thinking a single red rose on each table.”
“I like it. It will fit right in with your red and black theme.”
“Simple, But elegant.”
“I like this one.”
“Well… Hmmm… This could be a problem, but then again money talks. Let me make some calls and see what I can do.”
“Sorry, Em… I know this is last minute, and everything…”
“Here, you look at wedding cakes. You can pick any flavor of cake you want and decorate it in whatever style you like.”
“Okay, but you know Mr. Persnickety. He won’t want anything with flowers or bows…”
“Justin… You know they all have flowers and bows. Right?”
“Of course they do.”
Justin flips through pages and pages of wedding cake pictures while Emmett tries his best to get through to all the local hotels, banquet halls, conference centers and country clubs, hoping that they might have something available before a year from tomorrow. He’s not feeling very hopeful, as he listens to all the event managers’ hem and haw, sigh, chuckle. One even out and out laughs when he tells them he’s looking for something in the next six weeks.
He hangs up after trying his last possibility and says, “Well let’s talk about flowers. Don’t tell me Mr. Fussy has anything against flower centerpieces?”
“No, I think he’ll be fine with that. Just so long as they’re plain and not gaudy.”
“Of course. I expect no less.”
“I’m thinking roses. What do you think?”
“They are the flower of love, and of course they’re beautiful in red.”
“I’m thinking a single red rose on each table.”
“I like it. It will fit right in with your red and black theme.”
“Simple, But elegant.”
“I like this one.”
“Looks perfect.”
“I think Brian will like it too.”
“Have you found any cakes you like?”
“Yeah. I downloaded the pics of the ones I like.”
“Justin, honey… You have over twenty cakes picked out.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll try and narrow it down… I just can’t decide.”
“For someone who doesn’t want frills, flowers or bows, you do realize that most of them are covered in bows and roses?”
“I may have been wrong about the flowers and bows thing. You’re right, they seem to all follow that theme.”
“Oh. Oh I really like this cake design. Even if it does have a bow on the top…”
“And this one…”
“And this one…”
“Oh, I agree. That first one is so unique. You know you could put a couple of grooms on top instead, if you wanted.”
“No, I think not. Remember we’re trying not to be too over the top.”
“Right, right… Because Mr. Finicky might just realize that he’s actually making a commitment.”
Justin punches Em in the arm, and they both start laughing. Even Jamie squeals in the background, not wanting to be left out of all the excitement…
“Oh, and I really want to have fancy chocolates at the guests’ place settings.”
“I like that idea, and it looks so delicious.”
“I know. I’m starting to a get a craving for chocolate now.”
~~~
Deb’s becoming concerned, as she’s left several messages for Michael and even stopped by the bakery to see him. His boss told her he hasn’t been in for a couple of days; he’s been out sick. So later that day she packs up a picnic basket full of all of Michael’s favorite foods and heads over to his and Keith’s apartment. After knocking for several minutes, she wonders if she should continue knocking or just leave.
Keith’s in a sour mood and the last thing he wants is company. Especially company he didn’t invite over. He barks at Michael that it better not be any of his so-called-friends. Michael prays that it’s not, knowing how irritated Keith would be if he didn’t ask permission first. Finally Deb hears someone unlocking the door and Keith is surprised to see her standing there. He quickly adjusts his mood and welcomes her in. He takes the basket full of goodies, politely thanking her for thinking of them.
Deb comes in and hugs Michael. Then she complains that he hasn’t been in touch with her for days. She notices Michael’s bandaged hand and asks him what happened. Michael quickly answers her, telling her that he burnt his hand at work on one of the ovens. That’s why he’s missed so many days recently, and therefore hasn’t been by the diner.
Keith pours on the charm, asking if Deb will join them for lunch, as he compliments her on the home-made fried chicken and potato salad. She tells him there’s also some baked lasagna, chicken parmigiana and German chocolate cake for later. He’s all smiles, telling her she can cook from them anytime, while at the same time mentioning that Michael can barely boil water. Debbie, of course, makes excuses saying that she’s always spoiled him, cooking for him several times a week so he never really learned.
Deb can’t help hovering over Michael, insisting that she put a new bandage on his wound, and asking if he needs her to do their laundry. Keith thanks her, but makes it clear that Michael’s more than capable of doing the housework and laundry all by himself. Debbie senses that they need their space, and she’s overstayed her welcome.
Michael walks her to the door and as Debbie kisses him good bye, she tells him what a great catch Keith is. How lucky he is to have found him, and not to fuck it up this time. He’s no spring chicken anymore, and he needs to make this work. Michael bites his tongue, wishing he could confide in her but he knows now’s not the time. And from her attitude, she wouldn’t be able to see that everything’s not all roses in their household.
~~~
Both Emmett and Justin look up, surprised to see Brian coming through the door. He comes over and pulls Justin into his arms, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. Emmett looks on in envy and astonishment. It still surprises him how much Brian has changed since Justin came into his life. He hopes that maybe someday he’ll feel the same kind of passion with Josh that’s so apparent in their relationship.
“What are you girls giggling about?”
“Nothing.”
“I didn’t realize it was so late. I guess time got away from us.”
“Emmett. It’s so good to see you.”
Emmett nods… “Brian.”
“Emmett came over this afternoon to help me start planning the wedding.”
“So have you two found a way to bankrupt me yet?”
“Not yet. But give us time.”
“So when is the wedding? Have you decided on a day?”
“We can’t pick a date until we can find a venue to have it at, and that’s turning out to be more of a problem than we thought it would be.”
“Oh? You know I signed a new account earlier this week. Mr. Jensen just happened to mention that they’ve remodeled several of their reception and ballrooms. Maybe we might be able to reserve one or two of those.”
“Really? Who’s your new account?”
“It’s the William Penn Hotel.”
Emmett gushes, “Oh my! That place is like a fucking palace. Have you seen it?”
“As a matter of fact I was given a tour on Tuesday. Would you like to see a couple of pics?”
“Oh God, Brian! It’s beautiful! Do you really think you could arrange for us to rent one of the banquet rooms?”
“I think it can be arranged. Mr. Jenson said their construction actually finished ahead of schedule. But you know it would mean we’d have to get married in the next two weeks.”
Justin and Emmett both start squealing, jumping up and down they’re so excited.
“Brian! Brian, please call them and see when we can get a room. I want to get married as soon as possible!”
“Alright, Sunshine. Don’t pee your pants…”
“Brian, call me if you get a reservation and a date for your wedding. Why don’t you two look through all of the different styles of cakes and decorations tonight and see if you can decide on one you both like? Remember that you can have any flavor cake you want.”
“Thanks, Em. I have a really good feeling about this. Everything seems to be coming together for our wedding.”
“Okay, I’m off. Justin I’ll see you tomorrow so we can continue planning and ordering what we’ll need. A couple of weeks isn’t much time to organize everything.”
“I’m sure you two will make it all work. After all you have full access to my bank account.”
Brian nuzzles Justin closer, kissing the top of his head, loving how wonderful it smells. Justin uses coconut and vanilla-scented shampoo that’s all natural so it makes his hair extra soft and shiny.
“So I guess it’s pizza tonight?”
“Yeah, I kind lost track of time and forgot to take anything out for dinner.”
“I’ll order the pizza, and then I’ll call the hotel and see what they can schedule for us.”
An hour later both of them are stuffed from eating too much pizza, and they have a date for their wedding, Saturday, May 29th at seven thirty. Justin’s all smiles as he tells Brian about what Emmett and he planned this afternoon.
“So… I was thinking that we’d both wear black suits or tuxes, and you’d wear a red shirt and black tie, and I’d wear a pink shirt and black tie.”
“Alright.”
“You’re okay with me wearing a light pink shirt?”
“It’s your wedding, Sunshine. You can wear anything you want. Besides I know how much you love pink.”
“That way we’d match, but be different at the same time. I want to use red and black as the predominant colors for the wedding.
They go over all the plans him and Em outlined earlier that afternoon. Brian likes the idea of a single red rose on the guest tables, and a larger arrangement of roses and candles behind the altar and on their banquet table. Even though they’re not getting married in a church, they plan on having the actual wedding in one of the grand ballrooms and the reception in another.
The ballrooms have beautiful marble walls and floors and the one they plan to use for the reception has a water feature, complete with waterfall. Justin can’t help drooling over the pictures Brian snapped of the interiors. It’s even more beautiful than he ever imagined. Brian suggests that they serve champagne and hors d’oeuvres, prior to the ceremony in yet another one of the elegant reception rooms while the guests wait.
Brian, of course, wants a full dinner service complete with waiters in formal tuxes; no self-serve banquet tables for his guests. Even though he said Justin could plan everything, and, as much as he thought he wouldn’t have an opinion about the details, that’s obviously not the truth. If he’s going to actually get married (which he never thought he would) he wants everything to be exquisite, sparing no expense.
End of Part One...
TBC…
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Loved all the pics. Great chapter
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Lindsay's true colors are showing. How dare Brian actually marry, well marry someone other than her... Her dreams are shattered...
Michael is a stupid-idiot . He'll probably think Keith was framed, and blame others for his imprisonment...
So glad you liked this chapter and all the pics, I had fun picking them out...
Later Darling ~ Kathleen
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