if you care for me, stay little Valentine.Stay.-TW

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn was glad to be back in London. She had missed Tristan a lot. He had come for her birthday then a couple days later on in January but she didn’t get as much time with him in Maine as she wished. She was busy working on the gowns for the Scott-Zakarian wedding. A maternity bridal gown(Brooklyn’s first), the maid-of-honor’s dress plus dresses for the mothers. The ones for the mothers had been fairly easy to do as they weren’t floor length. The bridal gown had been tricky because they were playing a guessing game until this past week. Then she spent her week burning the midnight oil. Finally, once everything was done and she meticulously checked over her work and left any mends that needed to be done at the wedding to one of her seamstresses. Brooklyn had already been packed so right after she was done work she drove to Boston and flew off. She had been paid very well for the gowns she had made for the wedding. Enough that once she put in the profit and gave her employees a bonus, she had enough with her cut to upgrade her tickets to first class. That allowed Brooklyn to get a good chunk of sleep on the plane ride. Between the time change and the hours spent flying, Brooklyn ended up arriving very early on Valentine’s Day London time. It was still technically the thirteenth in the US. After she had gotten cleaned up and changed, the two went to have breakfast with Tristan’s grandmother. Brooklyn had gotten her some flowers and biscuits for Valentine’s Day. In her family they even did stuff on Valentine’s. Before leaving she made sure arrangements were made to have flowers delivered to her mother, grandmother, aunt and an edible arrangement was sent to her father. She had set up so iTunes credits were sent to all her cousins and a wreath sent to her grandfather’s grave. Brooklyn had saved up for their gifts all year long, just like she did with Christmas. Especially where she lived in Maine, it was important to her family. After they visited his grandmother, the two spent some time together before the jet lag got to Brooklyn. They went back to Tristan’s flat where Brooklyn took a shower before getting on some sleep clothes and crawling into his bed. The two would sleep together without going far and for once in her life, she was fine with that. All she ever wanted was to just be near Tristan. If it had been a couple years ago Brooklyn might want more. She still did but didn’t care if they did or not. Tristan wanted to wait and she would never push anything. That didn’t mean things didn’t get a little hot and heavy but clothing never came off and they stopped before things got too far. If one or both of them felt like they were feeling like they wanted more, she’d just sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. That’s what she had done the nights they spent here and in her hotel room back when she came for New Year’s. And when he was back in Maine, she just left his and Oliver’s place entirely so Oliver didn’t get the wrong idea of things. If it meant keeping Tristan in her life she would do anything at all. Brooklyn didn’t want him out of her life. That’s why she as willing to do all the traveling, upgraded her phone plan so it had an international add on and found any moment she could to call or Skype with him. A couple of her friends didn’t understand putting so much effort into a relationship with someone who lived so far but they didn’t understand that this was all worth it. She loved Tristan and he loved her. That was all that mattered. After she had slept for a couple or few hours, Brooklyn rolled out of bed groggily. She heard Tristan moving around through the closed door. It brought a smile to her face. She really could get used to this-waking up in the same home with Tristan. Maybe one day they could figure that all out. After she stretched her body out, Brooklyn went to the bathroom to wash up and change. She had designed her own dress for tonight. Her first non-formal one in awhile. It was a simple, red silk wrap dress. Nothing really fancy but not too frumpy either. She did her make-up in shades of browns and gold. They may be staying in for the night but it was Valentine’s Day and since it was their first, she wanted it to be special. She wore the same black stud earrings she had on before and added on some bangles, a crystal heart necklace and a heart ring with black stones on her right middle finger. Yes, Brooklyn was very festive for the day. She decided to skip the lipstick and left her hair in it’s natural waves before she put on her flats. Brooklyn wanted to look perfect for tonight. When she came out into the main rooms she stood back to watch Tristan. She kept a silly half grin on her face the whole time. Brooklyn really could se herself being happy living a life with Tristan. She knew it’d be one filled with love and comfort(not monetary mind you but emotionally) as well as companionship in general. She rested her hand and lower arm against the door frame before she leaned her weight against it. “Hey good lookin’. What are you up to?” “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

It had been a little while since Tristan and Brooklyn had seen each other. If they were just friends 3 weeks wouldn't have seemed long. But when you were in love with someone, even 1 week could seem an eternity. He still couldn't believe this was all happening between them. How Brooklyn had surprised him and stayed for a few days, then he'd been able to go to Maine to surprise Brooklyn for her surprise birthday party, which had been lots of fun. And now she was coming to London forValentine's Day. Tristan knew he wouldn't be able to top the "Big Ben" experience he'd given her last time, so he wasn't even going to try. But he'd still make it a very special night.

Tristan had risen early, showered, dressed, made his bed and ate breakfast. Then he went around the flat making sure everything was straightened up and clean. The maid service had just been in yesterday, so there was no deep cleaning that needed to be done and Tristan was pretty much an OCD neat freak when it came to his place, which he LOVED, so he really hadn't needed to straighten up anything, but he liked to be sure anyways.

When he had finished doing his final checks, Tristan hopped in his car and drove to the airport to pick up Brooklyn. After a heartwarming reunion, the young couple went to enjoy a scrumptious breakfast with Mrs. Welcott, Tristan's Gran, who simply adored Brooklyn with all hear heart. Just as she had Lilian. She'd say "my grandsons really know how to pick them", with immense pride in her voice. Unlike some grandchildren, Oliver and Tristan adored and doted upon their sweet Gran. Tristan had given her a pair of heart shaped ruby earrings, a Valentine's day gift from both him and Oliver. In return she had given Tristan a new watch, quite an expensive one, and to Brooklyn, she gave a a genuine silver Locket, with a picture of Brooklyn and Tristan inside. She'd been so delighted to receive Brooklyn's gift as well. She was the kind of lady who got excited to be given anything, big or small.

After the morning hours had been spent with Gran, Tristan and Brooklyn returned to his flat. It was obvious that Brooklyn needed some rest and relaxation and that was exactly what Tristan was going to give her. After she showered, they spent a peaceful afternoon in bed together. No they didn't do anything besides lay there and talk for a little while until they fell asleep in each other's arms. Tristan woke up before Brooklyn and carefully slipped out of bed so he could prepare a special Valentine's Day Supper for them.

For the appetizer, Tristan was serving a chef salad, with his own dressing concoction, which he'd been making for years, really liked, and had never told anyone what was in it. For the main course, he was serving Duck Breast with Gooseberry Sauce, one of his absolute favorite things to eat and to prepare, and for desert, Apple and Cheese Pudding. Tristan hoped he had chosen things that she'd not tried before and his even greater hope was that she would like them.

Tristan had chosen to to use the formal dining room tonight, as the table was long and not suited for an intimate dinner for two. So he cleared off the island in the kitchen, covered it with a gold table cloth, placed two red chargers, and to crystal wine glasses, two water glasses, and silverware and cloth napkins. To top it off, Tristan placed a floral arrangement he'd ordered in, in the center of the little island, along with two tall candles. He had just finished this, and supper was almost ready when Brooklyn came in and spoke to him.

Turning around, Tristan grinned, that stupid happy little grin at her. Approaching her, he pulled her close and kissed her gently. I am making supper for us....And if you're ready, so is the first course. Tristan took her arm and lead her to her seat, which was actually just the stool for the island, and helped her up. He lit the candles and dimmed the lights, and for the final touch, he turned some soft jazz on low in the background, before bringing over the salads. They were comprised of lettuce, cucumbers, spring mix, sweet carrots, shallots, parsley, sweet peas, wild truffles, and Tristan's special dressing. Bon Appetite my love he said, after sitting down. He removed the napkin ring from his napkin, placed it on his lap, grabbed his fork and began to eat.

After finish his first bite, Tristan eyed her once again, taking in her radiant beauty. That dress is lovely Brooklyn. Tristan was proud to be seen with a gorgeous woman like Brooklyn. He knew she was a bit self conscious about fitting in, in certain aspects of his life, because she considered herself not proper enough. But really, she had nothing to worry about on that score. Any impropriety would be well covered over by her beauty and charm.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . LOVE THEM

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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE When here in London everything felt like a dream. Between being in England in general, spending time with Tristan and then meeting people he was close to, it was all a whirlwind. Between getting used to his fame, the different aspects of the culture(which there were) and always having to adjust to the time change sometime she felt like her head might explode. Just one hug from Tristan changed all that, though. When she had free time at home she got Oliver to fill her in on as much as possible that he thought was important for her to know. She had been so busy with the wedding they didn’t get much time together. At least none of the people Tristan was closest to seemed to care. Especially his grandmother. Her opinion was the most important to Brooklyn. This morning with her had been no different then the last time Brooklyn had met her. All of them chatted with ease. It made Brooklyn think more and more of getting their families together sometime. Her mother always said how she wished she had seen more of England when her father was stationed in Europe. Perhaps they could make it a family thing and have everyone get together. Just the thought made Brooklyn happy. She had a feeling their grandmothers would really get along well. Her own grandmother loved Tristan. So much so she praised him to Brooklyn’s parents which made them wonder if he was real or if her grandmother was senile. Nope, she was perfectly sane and just happy Brooklyn had moved past her days of pasted on smiles and not letting anyone in. Brooklyn had been nervous her gifts wouldn’t be nice enough, especially once she saw what Oliver and Tristan had gotten her. Her own family did the simple things, minus her cousins which wanted anything expensive. They even still did candy hunts for Easter, adults included. That’s just how her family was. She knew Tristan had come from a nicer life, though, and always felt a little out of place. Her own family was comfortable enough but when she was little, before her father got promotions, it wasn’t always so. He did his best to ease her fears and his grandmother did too. She was just glad that Mrs. Welcott had liked her presents. Brooklyn herself teared up with her gift. Between how touching it was and how exhausted she was from traveling, she couldn’t help it. Mrs. Welcott already made Brooklyn feel so much like family. She truly never thought she’d find this kind of love for herself and she felt truly blessed. This time of year was already hard on Brooklyn. Her grandfather had died on February 23rd and Brooklyn still remembered the last Valentine’s with him. She had been doing a fashion internship so she couldn’t come up to Maine. He had sent her two cards, one humorous and one that was sweet. They talked about his plans for her grandmother and she joked that he needed to figure out how to use a computer to send her photos. They had spoken twice more before he had his stroke. Thankfully she got to Maine to say goodbye but that didn’t make it any easier on her. Brooklyn told Tristan all about it before she went off to sleep. Really romantic, huh? But she wanted him to know every part of her, even the bad. He already knew about her uncle’s military and civilian trials and her father being attacked by his own brother. He knew about her “dark days” as she referred to them and knew how she may not always be the most proper but he didn’t care. No one would ever understand how happy that made Brooklyn. Brooklyn was now glad she had taken the time to learn the place last time she was here. She didn’t have it entirely down but well enough that she could get around. The master bedroom wasn’t far from the kitchen so she was able to sneak up easily. She herself hadn’t heard him get up but could hear him in the kitchen from the bedroom. Upstairs there were three more including “her room” as she dubbed it for when she was here and needed to sleep separately from him. It suited her just fine as it had softer, more feminine tone to it. Still nicer then her own room back home. Whatever he was cooking smelt good and she watched him moving around the kitchen. He had gone all out despite it being a quiet evening in. she was just glad he got him to herself tonight and that he didn’t have a performance. She knew she wouldn’t always get so lucky but they both had demanding jobs. Thankfully she could at least come here a lot easier with her job. She usually made it known in advance whenever she went anywhere in general so if someone wanted a custom piece they could schedule around that. Truthfully, if it came down to it, Brooklyn had no issues moving to England. Sure, she’d miss Hope Harbor-a lot-but it was easier for her to move then him. She could fly out for a week every so often to do consultations and then the final fittings of the gowns. That was a conversation they had yet to have and probably wouldn’t for awhile. Brooklyn didn’t want to push or rush anything with them. She was savoring every moment of their relationship and didn’t want to spoil anything. Brooklyn’s heart leapt when he turned and smiled at her. Her hands rested on his forearms as he kissed her. Her shoulders rose up in joy as she giggled. “Dinner? Should I be scared for my life, Mister Welcott?” She already knew he was a great cook. His skills were immensely better then Brooklyn’s though she was trying to learn from her grandmother. As he moved around, she rested her hands in her lap and happily watched him. She truly felt lucky. In the chaos that was her life between the legal troubles-which she had to testify soon-and work, Tristan was her anchor. He kept her from going insane even if he didn’t realize it. She followed his suit with the napkin before she dived into her food. With the first bite her brows knitted together in confusion. “What dressing is this?” She had never tasted it before and she enjoyed it. She took a few more bites and peeked sideways at Tristan occasionally. the color that reached her cheeks when he complimented her dress was unavoidable. After she wiped at her mouth she shrugged her shoulders. “I decided to design something as a stress reliever from the gowns I had to make.” She smoothed it out over her legs nervously. Even after six weeks of being together, he still made her nervous but in a good way. Brooklyn felt her heart happily squeeze as she reached for his hand. “Everything is perfect tonight, Tristan. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” She rubbed her thumb along his hand for a moment before she turned back to her salad while her pulse picked up speed. “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

Tristan was happy that Brooklyn felt comfortable enough with him to open up about things in her life, past and present. For instance, as they talked until they feel asleep, Brooklyn talked about her Grandfather and how much he'd meant to her (not that, that was a secret) and how hard it had been on her when he died. She also talked about the time of year and their last times together and all the little things the man did that made her adore him. Tristan took her hand and pressed it to his lips. I wish I could have known him B-Brooklyn. Tristan let her hand go and touched her cheek before moving his hand behind her neck and pulling in her for a long, deep kiss. I'm sure he was proud to have you as a granddaughter He said, after he'd broken the kiss.

Tristan wrinkled up his nose at her. Scared?! he rolled his eyes N-now why would you h-have to be scared o-over my cooking....D-doth thou d-doubt mine culinary skills, fair maiden? Tristan made a dramatic flourish with his arm, as he went into a Shakespearean, mini-drama for a moment. No honestly...I believe y-you will enjoy my selections for the e-evening Tristan kissed her cheek and gave her a romantic embrace before they sat down to eat their supper.

That is my secret dressing...I have never divulged its contents to another living soul. He explained. Which was completely true. People had offered him money for the recipe. Well 1 there wasn't really a recipe. Tristan was the "eyeball it and taste as you go" kind of "chef" and 2, he had all the money he could possibly want. It was more satisfactory to keep it a secret than to sell it to someone. Do you like i-it though? Tristan asked, just making sure. He watched her as she ate, just enjoying having her here. He wished she could be all the time. Well you c-certainly d-did a fantastic job. Tristan spoke about the dress. She was driving him wild in it. If this kept up, he was going to need a cold shower for sure.

When they had finished their salads, Tristan plated the Duck Breast with Gooseberry Sauce The house specialty He smiled and set it down in front of her as if he were a waiter from at a fancy restaurant. Would you like a glass of wine with that ma'am? We have a lovely Chardonnay or a beautiful Pinot Noir? Tristan pulled the two bottles of wine from the wine fridge in the island and poured the one Brooklyn specified into her glass. He decided on the Pinot Noir.

When they had finished the Duck, Tristan served the final course, with Espresso. A lovely Apple and Cheese Pudding. It probably sounded like an odd combination, if one wasn't used to it. But the contrasting flavors worked well together, making another of Tristan's favorites. It was what Gran had always fixed for desert with his birthday dinner. Growing up, Gran had always thrown a party for each of the boys, but on the actual day of their birthdays, they got to chose whatever three courses they wanted for supper, plus their favorite breakfast and luncheon selections. Tristan had fond memories of it.

Tristan smiled at her when she said how perfect everything was. He squeezed her hand back before bringing it to his lips and kissing it, ever so tenderly. He was glad they had chosen to stay in tonight, rather then going out to a restaurant like most of the other couples on the planet. They would have a much more beautiful and intimate time here tonight.

If Tristan had been less than a sensible man, he would be proposing to Brooklyn tonight. But being the sensible person he was, perhaps too sensible, Tristan had determined that 6 weeks into their relationship was far too early for that. It might put undue pressure on Brooklyn and if she refused on the grounds of it being too soon, yet they carried on their relationship...well it might make it awkward for them from here on out. Tristan had however, wanted to give Brooklyn a gift that said he was committed to them, believed in them, and wanted to make them last. A gift that said he wasn't just trifling with her, but that he really, truly, deeply, loved her, like he'd said. Tristan had decided on the gift after Brooklyn's birthday party and sought approval from Oliver, even though he didn't really need it. But they were close, and it was a courteous thing to do, given what the gift was. Both brother's agreed that it was perfect for their dear Brooklyn and that the gift would say exactly what Tristan wanted it to. "I love you and I'm committed to us".

Are you ready for your p-present? Tristan asked, grinning. Slipping off his stool, he went to a drawer, opened it and pulled out a beautiful mahogany box, wrapped with a bright red ribbon. The box was about 4" x 4" and had beautiful hand carved roses decorating it's surface. Sitting back down on the stool, Tristan held the box in both hands, but didn't give it to Brooklyn yet. B-Brooklyn....after mum and dad died, all of t-their things went t-to Oliver and I....They s-stated in their will who was t-to get what i-items and when they were to b-be used for.....Oliver was g-give mum's engagement r-ring...since he was the eldest....a-and that he of course g-gave to Lilian....along with the r-rest of the jewels mum left to him.... Tristan now set the box in front of Brooklyn. T-This has been passed d-down through 3 generations of m-mum's family and O-Oliver and I both agreed t-that she would want me to g-give this to you....I-It was her favorite....go a-ahead....open it. Tristan smiled eagerly. Inside the box was a beautiful, antique, art deco genuine, diamond and silver bracelet. Tristan had decided on this piece, not only because it had been his mother's favorite piece, besides her engagement ring, because it reminded him of Brooklyn. Her simple her charm, her effortless beauty. How it wasn't too fancy and that made it completely gorgeous. All attributes of Brooklyn.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . LOVE THEM

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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn loved her parents and talked to them about many things but she had always been closer to her grandparents. That was not a secret to anyone. Her and her grandfather had had similar personalities and her grandmother was the one who taught Brooklyn how to sew in the first place. They only got closer when she moved to Maine as her and her father were butting heads concerning her uncle’s charges when it first came to light. Her father had even been cutting out Brooklyn’s aunt and cousins despite them being just as hurt by things. The only reason her father was doing that was because of his own ambitions for moving up. That had hurt Brooklyn deeply because she always thought family came first but with the trial that rug had been jerked out from underneath her. Her grandfather would have been disappointed. “He would’ve loved you.” Brooklyn’s eyes welled up. Her overwhelming emotions of saddness and love for him mixed together but she couldn’t bring herself to kiss him more after he pulled away. All she wanted at that moment was to be held. Brooklyn laughed at Tristan. “Pulling out the adorable card with using your acting skills I see. Smooth, really smooth.” she gazed sideways at him as he kissed her cheek and leaned into him. “Fine! I guess I’ll try whatever concoctions you have created this evening.” Brooklyn was reluctant to pull away from him but knew it’d be impossible to eat while being held by him. with not being able to see him often whenever they were first together again she didn’t want to leave his side. Not because she was a clingy girlfriend but simply because they didn’t get to be around each other daily or even every other day like other couples. That just helped make their bond stronger because they were both willing to work through the miles and challenges of a long distance relationship. Brooklyn stuck her tongue out playfully as she leaned forward. “I’ll just install cameras in your kitchen to figure it out. But I won’t tell you when so you’ll always wonder. It could be tomorrow or it could be ten years from now.” She was only jesting with him as she’d never do anything like that. But it was funny to mess with him, even just a little. “I do. And not just because you made it.” With anything he did, Brooklyn was proud of him and to be with him. Just hoped to do the same for him in their relationship. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” It had been made special for tonight after all. She hadn't designed her dress with the purposes of seducing him though she felt a slight charge in the air. She cleared her throat before she sipped at her water, dismissing it. Brooklyn wanted to spend the night curled up in bed with him and didn't want anything to ruin it, causing her to go sleep on her own. That'd make for a lonely End to their Valentine's. Brooklyn couldn't help but giggle when Tristan brought the main course over. He was acting so serious despite the joking around. “Ummm Chardonnay." Since her December Debacle as she referred to it, Brooklyn hardly drank. In fact she could count on one hand the number of drinks she had. She hadn't even drank at her birthday party minus a couple sips of champagne. She had made a fool of herself being in a half drunk state for well over a week. Not something she was proud of. White wines never effected her as much as red did for some reason and she’d only have this one, milking the glass. Brooklyn sipped at it occasionally while they enjoyed their meal in companionable silence. She’d occasionally look over at Tristan and watch him for a moment when he wasn’t noticing, feeling herself extremely lucky. Once done eating she had gone to help him take care of their dishes but he was already beating her to the punch. Completely different then what she was used to with men in her life. She felt spoiled just by his actions towards her with how he respected her and was generally sweet. With the dessert she couldn’t help but stare at it curiously before she took a small bite. It was a lot sweeter then she thought it would be and really enjoyed it. Brooklyn never shied away from trying new things. Except fish. She had a bad experience with a sushi place when she was a teenager so even if someone recommended a place she was very weary to try it. Brooklyn was glad she decided to try everything he had made tonight. It was delicious and extremely filling. As she looked into Tristan’s eyes, she hoped they really could enjoy many more special occasions like this together. Her hand reached up to cup along his cheek once he moved his lips from it. Brooklyn wanted to memorize every line of his face and how it felt for when she went back home. Pictures never did anyone justice. Retracting her hand she laughed. “What the dinner wasn’t my present? Why Tristan, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re trying to impress me.” While he walked away, Brooklyn’s hand felt in the small pocket she had hidden in her dress for his gift. It wasn’t anything major or expensive but it had a lot of meaning behind it. Hopefully it was received well on his end. She had a feeling it would be. Though she was taking time with their relationship and not pushing any major talks, she had fallen hard and fast. Probably more then she should have but no one really knew that. Her grandmother sort of figured it but wasn’t a hundred percent positive and wouldn’t bug Brooklyn. Brooklyn used both hands to push her hair behind her ears nervously as she listened to his mini speech. From the beginning it made her feel light with nerves, excitement and love. For the third time today tears sprang to her eyes but like breakfast this morning, they were ones of happiness. There was a slight feeling of desolation knowing this was something that had been his mothers. Her fingers trembled as she opened the box. The breath that she had been drawing in got caught in her throat as she stared at the piece. It was exquisite and unlike anything she had ever seen. “Tristan….I…” There really were no words to say how she was feeling. The fact that he would give her a family heirloom confirmed that the gift she was giving him wouldn’t be ill received. Brooklyn set the box down and stood in front of Tristan before she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned forward and pulled him into a heated kiss. She wasn’t trying to push him to do anything but wanted him to know everything she was feeling about her gift. Words really couldn’t describe the overwhelming emotions she felt. When she pulled back her breathing was labored for a moment as her hands slid down his neck to grip at his shoulders. Her face didn’t move far from his. “I’ll always treasure it, Tristan. You don’t know how much it means to me. And not just the gift itself but everything you said.” Truly Brooklyn never thought she’d find a relationship like this. Every moment with him felt like a fairytale. He was the prince and he made her feeling like Cinderella. Brooklyn pulled back enough to reach into the small pocket and pulled out black box tied with a deep crimson ribbon. The blush that formed was probably only a few shades lighter then the ribbon. “Um when I was sixteen my parents had given me a big party but at the end of it, when we were just enjoying the night together, my mom gave me something she had made and it was this. She told me to only give it to the boy I knew I wanted to give my heart to for the rest of my life.” Her heart pounded a million miles a minute in her chest as she handed it to him. “And that boy is you.” Brooklyn bit down on her lip as he opened the gift. Inside was a two tone, silver and rose-gold heart shaped key. On one side of the heart was a little keyhole while the other side had Brooklyn’s initials engraved into the metal. Essentially it was the key to her heart. She had looped it around a leather cord but it could be easily taken off and put on a keyring. She laughed nervously as she fiddled with the collar of his shirt. “I guess we had the same thought process of giving one another gifts that had importance to our families, huh?” Brooklyn knew those words were like a loaded gun and fairly heavy. Heck, they hadn’t even talked seriously about their futures past the next time they saw each other or the occasional idea tossed about visiting one family or the other. After his gift she didn’t think he’d just run off with hearing her words. At least she prayed she was right that he wouldn’t. “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

But of course! Tristan told her. Smooth is my middle n-name Brooklyn. he gave her a sly smile and kissed her forehead. you'd better, or I will be very offended. Of course he wouldn't be upset if she didn't like something he prepared. What would upset him was if she didn't like it, but didn't tell him and he had to find out in some round about way.

Tristan raised an eyebrow at her about the cameras. Bollocks! I'll have to remember not to cook n-naked anymore Tristan teased. Actually the thought of cooking naked was quite repulsive, but he was just trying to make Brooklyn laugh at this point. That was never something he would actually consider doing. If he ever decided to cook naked, he hoped Brooklyn or Oliver would shoot him in the head, because he'd rather be dead then locked away in Bedlam.

Well glad to know you have no biased towards m-me....even when it comes to my cooking. Tristan teased sweetly, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. I'm glad you're enjoying i-it. Tristan hoped that this night would be something she would always remember. He was doing his utmost to make it very special for her....for them. Tristan was a bit worried about what Brooklyn's expectations for later on might be. They had yet to discuss any sort of relations, and thus Tristan hadn't told Brooklyn about his preference to wait. He should have told her by now, but it just hadn't come up. He really hoped it wouldn't be something that would upset her in anyway. Tristan also worried about whenever they did get down to it. He was inexperienced and worried he might not be able to satisfy her. But pushing that all from his mind, he returned his attentions to the here and now. I do. he nodded about her dress. In fact, I-I love it.

Well maybe I-I am. Tristan winked as he went to get her gift. She had reacted just as he had hoped and was touched by his gift. He had been worried it might be a little too forward, due to the fact that their relationship was still a slight bit young. But those fears had been set aside when she received the gift favorably. Tristan's arms closed instinctively about Brooklyn's small frame, pulling her ever closer as they kissed. He loved her so much and wanted to fulfill her every dream, wish, aspiration, goal, and need. Tristan wanted to be worthy of her. To spend the rest of his life with her. It was going well so far. I guess that means you like i-it, huh? Tristan grinned as he asked the rhetorical question, before going in for another kiss. I meant every w-word. Tristan said softly, smiling at her as he played with a few strands of her long locks.

Tristan smiled and listened intently to her words. She really did want to spend the rest of her life with him?! It just amazed him. A wonderful woman like Brooklyn falling for him. Tristan had never been interested in girls that moved in his own social circle. They were puffed up little strumpets. He'd always wanted to marry a girl that would be considered "common" by the standards of "his" people. Because he'd always found "common" girls, with morals and appreciation for items, girls who hadn't been spoiled, most desirable. But they never seemed to be interested in him. They always thought he was "out of their league", because he was worth a lot of money. It was hard for Tristan to believe or accept that there was still this separation between the classes issue. It was so darn annoying. But Brooklyn wasn't that way. From the beginning they had treated each other as if they were on the same, level, playing field. And they were.

Tristan was so very touched by her words and her gift. He had put it right on when he opened it. Here she had been with other men, maybe been somewhat in love before. But she had saved that key to her heart until now. And she had given it to Tristan, of all people. This stupid little stuttering fool. I-I guess it's my turn to be...s-speechless He laughed. Babe...it's the most special...wonderful g-gift you could have p-possibly given me. Tristan nodded at her words. Great minds think a-alike.

Tristan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her once again, long and deep, enjoying just being able to hold her. It was always far too long between them seeing each other. They were going to have to remedy that and the only way to do it, was to discuss how. They hadn't really talked about their future together as much as they should have. He was going to fix that tonight, especially since he knew the extent of their commitment to one another. It was stronger even then he had dared to hope.

I think we have some things to discuss. Tristan said. Like....this long distance thing...we're making it work....But it's not ideal...And I think we need to look at options...I dunno what options we have. But we need to find out. If the only thing they could do was for Tristan to move to the US, he'd do it. He'd give up West End and work on Broadway if he absolutely had to. It wasn't ideal, it wasn't his preference. But it was no longer just him. It was him and Brooklyn. Tristan and Brooklyn from here on out.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . LOVE THEM

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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn snorted as she gazed at him. “I think lucky is more your middle name then smooth is.” She found it amusing how they could just tease one another so easily. It was something that came easily, naturally, and had from the beginning. When she had upset him in the bar the first time they met she wanted to do everything to make it right. It wasn’t just because he was Oliver’s brother but then she just didn’t realize it. Brooklyn hadn’t been looking for love yet it had found her. It just took some time for Brooklyn to allow herself to let it in and actually be happy. Brooklyn nearly choked at his comment. It took a second to realize he was just jesting. She shook her head before she laughed. “You’re just...wow there is no comment to that one.” Brooklyn’s mind shifted someplace momentarily but she pulled it back. When they had started to get to know one another on a deeper level, Brooklyn-not thinking they would be more-had opened up about her grandfather’s death and how it had been hard. She didn’t get into the nitty gritty of things but that she just didn’t think about anything at all. Liquor? A whole bottle was consumed in a night. Feeling particularly sad? Dial up a “friend”. Brooklyn said she never wanted to be like that again. She wanted to take time in a relationship and not give everything right away. Tristan had only said that it was something he believed in too but never said anything more. Which is why she never pushed anything, for both their sakes. She was holding onto a promise to herself as well as waiting until they talked. That was something you just didn’t jump into. Brooklyn felt all around giddy. It was like she was on a cloud. Everything about their relationship was just a dream to her. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always felt like that’s what happened with her life. Her store was doing well and then her uncle snapped. She was happy with Tristan so what was going to happen? That was a terrible way to think but she just couldn’t help it. Tristan was like something out of a fairytale. He did everything he could to make her feel special, even when she felt like she didn’t deserve it. Brooklyn chuckled as she pulled away from the kiss she had initiated. “What do you think?” Her fingers fanned along his shoulders as she stared at him. She memorized every angle of his jaw and the way his freckles fanned across his skin. His eyes always felt like they bore into hers, making her insides quake but in a way that was amazing. When they kissed it only made her go weaker and it took all she could to keep herself calm. Brooklyn had been with other men(no secret) but only a handful had been serious relationships. The most serious lasting just over a year. Brooklyn had never felt like this though. This intensity of emotion. Nor did she feel the ache that she did when she missed Tristan with another that had come before him. That’s how she knew this was different and that she was serious enough to give him this present despite being together for such short period of time. Brooklyn knew deep own that this was different and something worth fighting for. Just like her parents. Her mother may have been mad about him joining the Marines at first, and even refused to follow him, but eventually her heart gave out. The two couldn’t continue to be apart from one another. They fixed their marriage and found their footing back on solid ground. Brooklyn wanted that. With Tristan. Her hand smoothed over the key after he slipped it on and then went to rest over his actual heart. She felt it beating against her palm as a tender smile crept along her face. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried you might find it silly.” She knew her worries were usually silly, as he told her time and time again, but she couldn’t help it. Being near him usually helped but in this instance knowing he truly loved her gift helped. It allowed her to enjoy their tender moment as their arms and lips embraced one another. Their kiss, despite being so full of emotion, was lingering and drawn out. There was no carnal force driving them to it. This moment was purely about love and not sex. As she breathed in deep Brooklyn nodded. It had to come eventually. Brooklyn knew some things being a military brat. Many soldiers fell in love with men and women from other countries and things got...complicated. “Maybe we should go sit in the living room then.” At least they could sit comfortably. She glanced at her two glasses and grabbed the crystal ware with the ice water. As they exited the kitchen she grasped at his hand down the short hallway. There were two section to his large living room or reception area are is was apparently called. Brooklyn followed him to the larger sectional couch and settled in next to him. She kicked off her shoes and curled her legs underneath her as she sat, making sure she was covered. Brooklyn grabbed a coaster and set her glass on it before she rubbed her palms together in thought. “I have some experience in this. Well sort of. Um in the military soldiers fell in love with people from other countries. For them their only option was marriage.” Brooklyn paused as she leaned her elbow on the back of the couch and put her head in her palm. Some of what she knew she naturally knew from being in the military and some she had researched with little nudges from Oliver. “For us one of us can apply for a visa. Unfortunately US laws are a lot stricter then UK. Either way none of them are permanent. They‘d be temporary visas while we wait to see if we can be approved.” Except for marriage but that was something she didn’t want to have to push. She may have said she wanted to be with him the rest of her life but she didn’t want any undue pressure. “We each have advantages. My father is a Marine and I’ve lived in Europe before plus I have a business so I can sustain myself financially. You have Oliver back in Maine and can sustain yourself financially as well.” Brooklyn sighed as she looked at him. “What do you want to do?” “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

And just why would my middle name be Lucky instead of Smooth? Are you implying that I have won your heart purely out of Luck?! Tristan asked, sounding very offended, but then he winked to let on that he was only teasing. Brooklyn was right. He was Lucky. Lucky to have the job he had, Lucky to have the family he had, an very, very Lucky to have the woman that was now sitting next to him.

Tristan laughed as he received the desired reaction from Brooklyn, about the thought of catching him cooking naked on camera. He thought it even funnier that she had seemed to think him serious for a few brief moments, before her mind engaged and told her otherwise. She was so sweet and funny and just plain adorable and Tristan loved the way her head moved and her hair bounced and her lips curved when she smiled and laughed. And the sound of Brooklyn's laugh....to Tristan it was symphonic in nature. Absolutely beautiful.

I t-think that I should s-shower you with gifts more o-often. He told her and he would. Not because he felt like he had to or anything like that. It was just that he wanted to. Tristan loved to see that expectant look on her features as she opened gifts and her delight afterwards. He knew that happiness in material possessions wasn't lasting, if it wasn't accompanied by love and affection. But he certainly would never have cause to withhold either from Brooklyn. And I t-think I am going to give you e-everything you've ever wanted...so make a list...and everything you n-never knew you wanted, but can't live without. Follow that line of reasoning. And I think I will love you with all my heart, forever and ever....No... Tristan shook his head. I know I will. Tristan leaned in and gave her a little peck on the lips, smiling.

Tristan screwed his face when Brooklyn said she was afraid her gift might be silly. He laughed, his facial muscles relaxing now. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it several times before shaking his head. No....it's not silly at all....It's a beautiful gift. Tristan had always hoped that one day he'd win the key to a girls heart. But he never figured on getting a literal key with that figurative meaning. He was so very happy that Brooklyn's parents had the idea and that Brooklyn had deemed him worthy of being the recipient. Now next time someone said "There's now way that's YOUR girlfriend" he could smile and say "Yes it is...I have the key to her heart right here. See?" and show them.

Tristan nodded and lead Brooklyn into the living room. He allowed Brooklyn to sit first, as proper gentleman did, and then sat next to her. He smiled as she got comfortable. He couldn't believe that she was actually here, sprawled on his couch next to him and not just as a friend, but as the woman he loved and who loved him in return. Tristan had spoken already in the kitchen, and so it was Brooklyn's turn to weigh in on this. And thus, Tristan let her speak first. She lead off with a sentence containing the "M" word. Marriage. Marriage?! It didn't scare Tristan, no. He'd always wanted to be married and he wanted to marry Brooklyn. He'd known that since before they were even a couple. But was she implying she was ready for that? Perhaps Tristan should have proposed tonight? But he had yet to even meet her family, we besides her grandmother. What if they didn't approve of him? What if they felt their daughter could do better? Or what if they were like the people that thought they shouldn't be together because of their different social classes. Sometimes, people without a lot of money could be bigger snobs that those who had money.

Tristan pulled himself out of his thoughts and returned his mind to Brooklyn's words. They could get temporary visas for the time being. Just until a more formal arrangement could be made. Maybe some guys would have just turned on the stop and said "Well let's get married then" and gotten the ring and all that later. But that wasn't the way Tristan did things. He knew the ring that he would give Brooklyn when th time was right. But he had yet to get it. And Tristan wanted it to be special and memorable and planned out. Not some willy nilly spur of the moment thing. A marriage proposal was a very serious thing. It shouldn't be taken lightly, just a marriage shouldn't be. Tristan didn't believe in divorce, no one in his family did. So when he stood before the alter of God and pledged "To death do us part", he was going to mean it with everything in him..

Well...maybe one of us should get a temporary visa for now... he said slowly, hoping this wasn't going to upset or disappoint Brooklyn. Maybe she had thought he'd been leading into a marriage proposal by even broaching the situation. Tristan's worst fear in all the world was hurting or disappointing her. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did either. The question is who? I think it's going to have to be you....because I can't get away as much as you can....But if it needs to be....I'll come up with a different arrangement....I have contacts...I could always get onto Broadway....But leaves me in New York and you in Maine. Tristan touched her cheek gently, wanting to her to know he wasn't upset about any of this, it was just something they had to work to. I'll do whatever it takes for us to be closer together b-babe. And he would. He already had some ideas, but he wasn't going to bring them up right now. He wanted to see what Brooklyn had to say and thing on a few other things first.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . LOVE THEM
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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn shrugged one shoulder up playfully as she winked at him. “Maybe.” She turned to wrap her arms around his waist. “Everything about our relationship was lucky.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she pulled back and grinned. Brooklyn and him was pure luck. Or fate. It depended on how you looked at it. She hadn’t planned on falling for anyone but she just did. She couldn’t put her finger on it really what led up to it all. Perhaps because she stopped looking is why it happened? That was the luck aspect. Or was she led to being Oliver’s friend to find her way to Tristan one day? That was the fate aspect. Or, maybe, just maybe, it was a bit of both. Brooklyn shifted her weight between her feet uncomfortably. She had never been one fond of being fawned over. It’s why she hated her birthday(which she had been a little cross about) because she felt like it was no big deal. Her family did things like exchange Valentine and Christmas gifts but she was a far cry from spoiled. Her parents had raised her better then that. Plus, being a military brat, you had to be ready to pack everything up with ease. Brooklyn hardly clung onto things. Sure she had a memory box and some photo albums, but not many random trinkets. A few figurines here and there plus a couple snow globes but that was it. Her whole throwing a rhetorical question back at him was meant to be silly, nothing more. Right now she couldn’t tell how serious Tristan was being. “How about instead of a list of things I never knew I wanted you just stick with loving me forever and ever, hm?” That sounded like a perfect plan to Brooklyn. There could only ever be one more thing she wanted him to buy her at some point but she wouldn’t put that on some silly list. That was when they were both ready and something he should pick out. For now, Brooklyn was just happy being his girl and didn’t expect nor need anything else. Brooklyn’s nose crinkled as she giggled while he kissed her hand. She felt the heat of his kiss lingering on the skin of her hand. She was truly glad he liked it. She had mentioned in passing to her mother about giving it to him and she advised Brooklyn not to tell her father just yet. Since he uncle had demanded a speedy trial, which was his right, things had been stressful. Right after this trial his court martial for his accusation of raping a fellow female soldier would start. This spring would be really difficult on her family. Her father didn’t need the added heart attack of his daughter being this serious about someone. Brooklyn would ease her way into it when she went to go testify for the prosecution as a character witness. She’d buy her family dinner and since he grandmother was coming, Brooklyn would rely on her for help. Brooklyn’s grandmother was all for the two of them being together saying she just “knew it” so she had a strong ally there. She knew once her dad met Tristan it really wouldn’t matter anymore. He was good for her. Brooklyn wanted to be better because of him and he caused her to let people be there for her instead of just the other way around. No one had ever been able to do that before. They were the case of opposites attract. She was bubbly and willing to meet anyone new. Tristan was a little more reserved and held back in new situations(especially with girls around). They tugged at different aspects of the other’s personality to help them grow. It had been that way from the beginning. Tristan had no issues telling Brooklyn when what she was doing for Oliver wasn’t right and Brooklyn had no issues trying to nudge him out of his comfort zone. Ok a little more then nudging. They kept many things they did private simply because of Tristan’s “celebrity status” as you could call it. Brooklyn kept herself more reserved, only answering questions Tristan wanted answered, holding his hand or arm and having chaste kisses. Then her normal Brooklyn bubbliness would alone. Her jokes came out and she had no issues teasing him. And she didn’t restrain herself with kissing him though kissing was all they had done. Brooklyn saw Tristan get a weird look on his face and she went pale. She should not have mentioned how military families did things first. That was so stupid of her! At least he didn’t focus on that at all. She nodded, just glad he hadn’t freaked out. “I figured as much but which one of us is what I meant. Not marriage or visa, sily.” Brooklyn felt better after she eased the tension that she felt. She bit down on her inner cheek as she listened to his reasons as to why she should go for it. It made sense, truthfully. Plus getting a visa to live in the United Kingdom was much easier then getting one for the United States. “No it makes sense. I can technically run the store from here and fly back to Maine as I need to do consultations for custom pieces. Plus,” she shrugged as she looked down at her free hand as it fiddled with her dress. “My grandmother mentioned leaving her house to go to come sort of assisted living place. She can’t get up the stairs anymore. I could always let Oliver or Kylie and Cameron live there so it doesn’t go unused.” Yes, the house would be going to Brooklyn. All that was supposed to be taken care of when she got home just no one knew yet. Not even her mother. She returned her gaze to lock with his own. “I can look into it more one day while you’re out rehearsing or doing a performance. Gives me something to do.” She chuckled softly as she swallowed a lump. Brooklyn could figure pretty much everything on her end easy enough. It wouldn’t be hard to set up to work from London, she’d sell her car, create another management position for the store and then sell some things she couldn’t bring to London such as movies and cds(different players). After she found someone to live in the house and got through her uncles trials, she should be all set. There was just one thing to figure out and that might be a bit awkward. “Next question-where would I live?” Should Brooklyn start saving for her own place or would she live here? She assumed she’d live here but you know what one said about assuming things. she knew she’d probably have to get a studio to do her fashion designs as she’d feel way too selfish asking to use any space here at his flat. “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

She was right. They were lucky, or fortunate, or whatever you wanted to call it. Tristan didn't care. He was just glad that she had changed her mind and come after him and that she was now here in his arms, holding him, kissing him. Tristan loved the feel of her soft lips on his and her arms closing gently about him. It was the best feeling in the world! It was the biggest high he'd ever gotten. Better then roller coasters, better then, the being on stage, better then anything else he'd ever experienced.

Tristan had to laugh a little has he saw her getting slightly uncomfortable as he "fawned" over her. She was a modest woman for certain, when it came to that sort of thing. She didn't like to be made a fuss of. Tristan had sensed she was a little uncomfortable at her party too. He could relate to that, though not as much as he once had. Tristan couldn't say he was quite used to people going nuts over him. But after the years of enduring it, he wasn't quite as sensitive as he once had been about the whole thing. Tristan kissed her cheek. Ok....we'll see. he had to add that on the end to tease her just a little.

Tristan felt bad when Brooklyn said that her Grandmother was going to have to move out of her house. That could't be easy on the woman. It as never easy for someone to admit that they couldn't do things that had been no problem whatsoever before. It was losing part of one's independence. Tristan felt a pang of anxiousness for his own grandmother. She was getting on in years herself, but she was still very fit. Took excellent care of herself and had relatively few health problems, especially for her age. The place she lived in was where she'd spent her whole married life. Tristan and Oliver's father had been raised in that flat, their grandfather had died in that flat. It would kill her to ever have to leave it. Well I'm sure that Oliver would love to take care of it for you....He needs to get out of that tiny apartment he's been staying in...Besides, if he's ever going to entertain, he'll need a proper space anyway. Okay, the chances of Oliver entertaining were unlikely to be sure. But he had been improving. So one could continue to hope that somewhere down the line he would maybe make some friends and have them to dinner....Maybe even a lady friend. I'm sorry your grandmother has to leave her place though. I'm sure that's going to be very hard on her. Tristan loved Brooklyn's grandmother, almost as much as he loved his own Gran. The woman was so full of wisdom and so openhearted. And funny as all get out. She was forever making Tristan laugh his head off when he was around her. She was a dear, sweet, woman.

Tristan nodded. Yah definitely...see what you can find out about it...And like I said Brooklyn. If I-I'm the one who has to move, I will...I mean it. My career isn't more important then us....I promise you that it will never come first....You come first. Tristan was determined not to be one of those jerks that had to have it all his way. He was going to put the stage before the woman he'd given his heart to. The stage was his first love yes, but Brooklyn was such a stronger, more beautiful, completely un-comparable love.

Tristan cocked his head giving her a quizzical look when she inquired about where she'd live. You'll live here you silly goose! He laughed. Here he'd just taken for granted that wherever they ended up, they'd live together. Maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe Brooklyn wasn't comfortable with them living together? I mean...unless you want difference arrangements....But I don't think it's necessary. Tristan leaned towards her and gently eased her onto his lap. I love you s-so much Brooklyn...And one of these days, I am going to a-ask you to marry me....I just don't want us to rush into anything. Tristan said softly, as he played with her hair, twisting it loosely about his finger, and kissed the top of her head.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . LOVE THEM
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[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn frowned at Tristan’s response to her skipping a list of things she wants. She never even did that at Christmas. “Tristan…I’m serious…” She didn’t want to tell Oliver and Kylie because they had worked so hard but that night had been a huge shock to her. There were so many people there and it was overwhelming. With moving so much growing up, they didn’t celebrate birthdays in a big way. Especially when in another country to she just kept up with that train of thought as an adult. Not that Brooklyn didn’t appreciate everything but she was a girl who truly felt it all unnecessary. Things like tonight-a quiet date in of just her and Tristan-is what she liked. Even if she occasionally went out dancing with her friends or had a couple drinks at the bar, she wasn’t someone who was that wild. No dancing on tabletops or crazy games of truth or dare where she made out with her best friends. Brooklyn beamed up about liver living in the house. She did think it was very fitting. She knew Kylie had haven to live with and with Haven’s recent break-up, the girl could use family to live with her. From what Kylie had filled her in on, living alone was probably not a great thing to have happen. So it would make more sense to offer Oliver to live there. “Oliver? Entertaining people? Maybe if an alien inhabited his body.” Poor Oliver. They were doing well together to get him to ease out of his little shell. Perhaps Cameron could take over if she ended up moving. She had a feeling the two men would get alone well and so far so good. “Well we’ll cross that bridge when it come though it shouldn’t be an issue. The house will be in my name anyways.” Her grandmother adored both Welcott boys so she wouldn’t object to it at all. She had been urging Brooklyn to talk Oliver into moving in the garage apartment but it was a one bedroom, not a two so it wouldn’t do because of Tristan. If Oliver had the house it’d never be a worry. Brooklyn shrugged her shoulders half heartedly. “It was bound to happen. Her hip and back hasn’t been good since her fall last winter. Physical therapy can only do so much.” That was part of the drive for Brooklyn to move in with her. The winter before she moved her grandmother had slipped on some ice in town and broke her hip plus landed on her back hard. She needed help once released from the rehab place so Brooklyn stepped up. It had been a good move for both of them. Now it was just too much for both of them. Brooklyn didn’t mind helping out but it was difficult helping her up the stairs. Before leaving she had converted the den into a bedroom for her grandmother and had someone come add a bench to the downstairs shower for her. Brooklyn felt better knowing she had those things to help her out. Brooklyn already had an idea of sites to look on but honestly she’d probably call up an old friend of her fathers. As long as he didn’t tell her dad, then he was the best source to go to. He counseled soldiers who fell in love with people from other countries but he also knew the civilian laws in various countries. She’d have to call her grandmother for the number. If she asked her mother it wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. At least her grandmother would be supportive off the bat. She smiled warmly at him and reached up to run her fingers behind his ear as she smoothed out the hair. “I know you would but realistically it is easier if I move here. My store can be run from literally anywhere. I just need to hire another assistant manager and things will be good.” She filled her lungs with air that she sighed out. “My dad has a friend who may be able to help out. As long as he doesn’t tell my father before I do we’re all good.” Though she was confidant her father would love Tristan hearing that his daughter was packing up and moving to another country? Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well. Brooklyn had to ease into it on her own. Brooklyn shifted to lean her chin on his shoulder as she shook her head. “No I want to live here, too. Just wanted to make sure you wanted me to live here. I mean I can look pretty scary in the mornings.” She stuck the tip of her tongue out just slightly as she chuckled. A soft, joyful yelp left her lips as she was shifted from next to him to his lap. She moved to make herself comfortable before she placed one arm around his shoulders. Her heart leapt at even the prospect that he’d want to marry her one day. She knew she wanted to marry him one day but hearing that he had the same thought process was completely different. At least if her dad ever asked Tristan’s intentions he’d be happy to hear the answer. She raised her eyebrows as she laughed which caused her body to shake slightly. “Baby, we’re talking about one of us moving from one continent to another. I’d say we kind of skipped slow a bit.” She fiddled with his hairline as she dramatically sighed. “But fine. I’ll cancel the plane tickets to Vegas and tell the drive-thru chapel we’re not coming.” Brooklyn turned so her upper body was facing Tristan. She draped both arms over his shoulders lazily. “Now can we stop talking serious for a moment and will you just kiss me?” Brooklyn leaned her head forward to capture Tristan’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss before she deepened it. Her arms moved to tighten around his shoulders so she kept her balance as she was sitting “side saddle” on his lap. She grinned into the kiss, only because she was generally happy with how the entire evening had gone. “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

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[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

Ok...ok. Tristan said on a more serious note and kissed her cheek. He would always give her little gifts here and there just because. And extra special ones on holidays. But he would respect her wishes and try not to make too big of a deal about her too much of the time. It would be hard for him though. He loved Brooklyn and wanted to show her that every second of every day. Whether it was with words, actions, or gifts. Whatever you want s-sweetheart.

Tristan laughed at Brooklyn's comment. Alright....so it's a little bit unlikely....Ok really unlikely. He laughed again. But there's always hope....He's been doing a little better lately. And did you see how he did at your party. Greeting everyone and making sure they were all having a nice time. He was the perfect host. Tristan had been quite proud of his older brother that night. He'd done a remarkably fine job. It was obvious to those who knew him best, that he'd been a bit out of his comfort zone. But he'd pulled through and run it like a champ

Well if there's anything I can do to help ease the transition, please let me know. Tristan wanted to be of as much help to them as he possibly could. He planned to become permanent member of Brooklyn's family. Why wait until it was official to start demonstrating it to more than just Brooklyn? If you tell me when she's moving, I'll do my best to arrange my schedule so I can be there to help her get moved and settled in and all that. It was hard to move an older person, especially because they were usually moving from a home to a smaller sort of apartment And thus they had to downsize their possessions. It was hard to let go of things you'd known and loved for years.

It's really w-what you want thought, r-right Brooklyn? Tristan asked her seriously. Moving here to London I mean....Because above all else, I want you to be happy....And if you don't think you would be, then we'll just come up with another plan. Tristan knew that moving to a new country, leaving one's friends and family behind, adjusting to a different culture, could all be very difficult things to deal with. He wanted her to be absolutely sure it was something she not only could handle, but something she wanted to handle.

Tristan smiled down at her as her chin rested upon his shoulder. He kissed the tip of her nose, and then squeezed one of her hands gently. Of course I want you to love here babe....I-I wouldn't have it a-any other way.....We just w-won't tell Gran at first. he laughed a little. Of course the elderly woman wouldn't interfere. She might voice her opinions on it, to Tristan only of course. But she'd leave all decisions up to him. She trained him and it was time to let him fly the coup. She knew as much and abided by it. And I look p-pretty scary myself in the m-morning darling...so no worries there. Tristan winked, knowing she'd just been teasing about how she looked.

Tristan laughed too as Brooklyn said that moving in with one another wasn't exactly going slow. She was right. He supposed he hadn't thought of it that way. But it did get the wheels turning now. Tristan was aware of the way Brooklyn fiddled with his hair and he liked it. Normally he would never let anyone touch his hair, it was just this thing that annoyed both him and Oliver always had. But with Brooklyn, it wasn't annoying, just like for Oliver it hadn't been annoying when Lillian played with his longer, crazier, locks. I-I'm sorry dearest... he followed the dramatism. But that is how it must be for now.

Tristan chuckled at her words as she leaned in and his arms closed tightly about her. She kissed him deeply and he returned it with the greatest of passions. Tristan allowed his hands to explore her body, tracing the outline of her hour glass figure. Brooklyn was such a beautiful creature. Beautiful to look at, beautiful to talk to, beautiful to kiss, beautiful to touch. Tristan wanted to go further. He could feel the desire rising up within himself, setting him on fire, a fire that could only be quenched by consummating their love. But Tristan had made a commitment to himself to wait until his wedding night. It was something he believed in, was convicted about. What kind of man would he be if he broke that conviction in "a moment of weakness". If twas worth having at all, then it was worth waiting for. And wait he would.

After a time, Tristan broke their long, passionate kisses, breathing heavily. He smiled at Brooklyn as he panted, and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ears, and gently let his fingers come down through her long brown tresses. They were so silky smooth. Tristan loved how it felt falling between his fingers. The clock caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. It was nearly 1 in the morning. Where had all the time gone? Looking at her, he shrugged a little. Wanna go to bed....fall asleep to a movie or something? Tristan was thinking of how nice it would be to just hold her in his arms all night, her head resting on his chest, feeling her body raise and lower against his own as she breathed.


Tristan rose from the couch first, then lifted Brooklyn in his arms and carried her up the stairs as if she was his bride and he was carrying her over the threshold. This is what we call practice. He said softly. Taking her to the master bedroom, which was where he generally slept, he laid her gently on the bed, then plopping down beside her, kissed her once again, long and deep, before going to ready himself for bed. He returned a short time later in a pair of striped pajamas, hair combed and teeth brush. Pulling back the covers for Brooklyn to crawl in first, he followed, and Immediately moved to put his arms about her. Are you comfortable? he asked her, as they flipped through the movie rental channels. Tristan didn't care what they watched and let Brooklyn choose whatever she thought she would enjoy.

Tristan really didn't sleep much at al that night. He was too busy thinking about things. About them. And too busy enjoying the fact that Brooklyn was sleeping here with him and before he knew it, she'd be living here and every night could be spent in each other's arms. It was a beautiful thought.

Around 4:30 am Tristan rose, careful not to wake Brooklyn. He went to one of the other 5 bedrooms, showered, dressed, and readied himself for the day in there. By the time he had finished it was around 5:15. He moved downstairs quietly, not wanting to wake Brooklyn. He made a phone call and at 5:45 a package was delivered. at 6:00 another came. It was great to know people and be able to pull strings. Continuing to do his best to be very, very quiet, Tristan began to make coffee and prepare a scrumptious breakfast. By 7:30, he was walking up the stairs with a tray table. Atop it was a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and a plate with three crepes topped with fresh blueberry sauce, and an arrangement of red cala lilies. Wakey, wakey! Tristan said as he entered the bedroom where Brooklyn was still slumbering.

Tristan set the tray down on the dresser and propped some pillows up behind her as she began to sat up. Good morning s-sleeping beauty...I have brought you breakfast in bed. He was obviously rather proud of himself as he kissed her lips and then retrieved the tray from the dresser and placed it on her lap. Coffee, orange juice, and blueberry crepes. Tristan went around to the other side of the bed, and crawled in on top of the covers. He watched her for a few minutes as she ate, making general small talk. Asking if she enjoyed the movie and how she slept and all that. I've been thinking about our visa dilemma and all that. Tristan told her. I... he sighed seeming slightly nervous. I love you so much Brooklyn...And I want this to work...But the visa thing...I mean. What if it doesn't work out, y'know? Then where does that put us. I mean it just has huge potential to just....go completely wrong.....I just don't think this is going to work out... Tristan scratched his head, looking very upset. And then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little mahogany box. Unless... Tristan popped it open to reveal a gorgeous engagement ring that he had in fact, designed himself. He'd had it rushed over this morning. Called the jewelry at home and told him he had to finish it early had have it sent over by 6:00 and he'd done the same with the florist. Brooklyn Sawyer...will you marry me?

Tristan was sure he'd had her going there for a moment, thinking that perhaps he was going to end their relationship all together. After all, he was an actor by trade, and a good one at that.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . wedding bells.
CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn studied him for a moment to try to figure out if he was serious or not but decided to let it go. That wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things. What was important was spending as much time together while she was here in London. So far it had been going amazing. No little squabbles over anything and they were both happy. Brooklyn could get used to being genuinely happy this consistently. Not that she hadn’t been happy before but she did hide whenever something was bothering her to be there for others. She never had an issue doing that, still didn’t, but now she also got to feel every good emotion one could possibly hope to feel one day. “He did do very well, I was impressed. That is on top of genuinely being shocked and a bit miffed at him but we’ll ignore those things for now.” She was already formulating approaching him about it once home. Of course she’d tell her grandmother about first. She could say talk about it but she already knew the other woman would think it was a marvelous idea. Plus it made it easier for her. Not all of her furniture could come with her so it gave Oliver something for each room until he could get the things he wanted. But then when he did that, Brooklyn had to figure out what to do with all the old stuff. Her grandmother already told Brooklyn to do what she wanted but she didn’t know what to do. At this point whatever wasn’t a collectable or had personal value would probably be sold so she could have some money when she moved out here. If she was the one moving, that is. Brooklyn would need things like a car and a new laptop for her work. Her current one would work for now but the conversion plug for the wall sockets was expensive. It was just cheaper to get a new laptop. Brooklyn didn’t want to rely on Oliver for those things. Brooklyn waved her hand in front of her. Of course she‘d love if Tristan came to help but didn‘t want to put any undo pressure on him. He had to work and besides, her parents planned to come help. That might be a bit...weird that soon after telling them their plans. “Don’t worry about it. She’s already got everything planned. She’s moving to an assisted living place in Massachusetts with my grandfather’s sister. She’s already pt a deposit down and as soon as we get back from my uncle’s trial we’re going to get her settled in.” Brooklyn tried to brush it off like it wasn’t hard on her but it was. It would be weird going back to the house after knowing her grandmother wouldn’t be there. No more of her cooking and no more morning talks. The summer would be the hardest time. The two had a tendency to sit on the porch swing in the mornings as the drank coffee and ate breakfast while they watched the sun rise and chatted. Brooklyn knew her grandmother wouldn’t live forever, anyways, but that never made things easier. Brooklyn thought for a moment as he asked if her moving is what she wanted. “Yeah…” She paused for a moment. How did she word this without sounding awful? “I mean I’d be happy wherever we are. You moving to Maine, us both moving to New York or wherever. Plus, I’m used to moving, remember? I still have all my trunks from growing up that I used whenever we moved to a different continent.” Plus, she had no close family left in Maine after March. That was the part she was worried about phrasing so decided to keep it out. Her parents were at Camp Pendleton and may be transferring to Quantico. Her grandmother would be in Massachusetts. Her aunt and cousins were moving to Iowa. If her and Tristan were to build a life together, she couldn’t think just about following her family or staying around friends. If her friends really care for her, then they’d be supportive and understand she’d come visit whenever she could. Brooklyn nodded in understanding as to keeping it from his grandmother. Truthfully if she could keep it from her parents she would but there was no way she could. Where else would she live if she moved to England to be with him? Plus, they’d insist on helping her move at least some things so it’d come out then. Her own grandmother would just tease Brooklyn about things which was creepy but did make her laugh. “If you’re referring to your hair being scary, I didn’t think it could get even more so.” She grinned mischievously. she thought his messy locks was adorable and loved to play with them. It was always weird whenever she saw him performing and it wasn’t going every which way. She let an exaggerated pout form. “Fine. But I worked really hard on my dress and now you’re ruining it.” She was glad despite them mentioning in a serious manner wanting to get married one day that they could joke about things now. Didn’t mean the thought was far from her mind. As the two of them kissed, Brooklyn was careful of where her hands went. Tristan hadn’t said how long he wanted to wait for but she figured by taking things slow was that he wanted to wait on various aspects, not just marriage. Her hands worked at his upper arms as his hands ran along her figure. Despite them both keeping it pretty calm for how it could be, there was plenty of heat between them. She shifted so she could face him better. Not quite straddling him as one leg bent to be flush with his while the other remained bent between them as if she were to sit Indian style. This allowed her to press against him better as they continued to explore what one another would allow for now. When they pulled apart, Brooklyn let out a whimper as she tried to steady her breathing. Her heart was pounding as she gripped at his upper arms. With a nod, she agreed. “Yeah a movie sounds good.” Brooklyn wasn’t remotely tired. She had taken a decent nap earlier but would attempt to sleep. She wasn’t sure how many days she’d be in London for so she had to try to adjust her schedule. Things would be easier once settled here and she could stay in a routine here. She moved off Tristan and slipped her shoes back on. As she straightened herself, Tristan lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed with glee. That was fairly unexpected. Despite another passionate kiss, Brooklyn kept a bit of space between her and Tristan. When he pulled away she rolled onto her side to get off the bed and change into some simple pajamas. Just a red t-shirt and some black pajama pants with red pinstripes. As she was finishing her braid, Tristan came back into the room. She grabbed the clothing she had been wearing before and threw them in her open suitcase. She wasn’t sure if she should unpack some stuff since she planned to move anyways so things were still in there for now but neatly so. Brooklyn did all she needed to in order to freshen up in the bathroom before she came and crawled into the bed with Tristan. It was still weird for her to get used to sleeping in the same bed as someone, let alone in their arms. Sometimes it took a few moments for her to get comfortable but once she did she told Tristan. Tonight she was laying with her back against the front of him. Brooklyn picked out a Keira Knightly movie. Despite not feeling tired initially, after a good hour or so, she fell asleep. She wasn’t used to watching television for this long so it strained her eyes a bit which caused her to get drowsy. Occasionally she woke up just because her body was still set in Eastern time. She could’ve sworn Tristan was still awake but considering the time that they went to bed it didn’t make sense for him to still be awake. But it was dark and she couldn’t be sure. Brooklyn did notice when he left as he pulled his arms out form around her. Brooklyn shifted so she could sleep on her stomach with her arms under the pillow. That sent her into a deep state of sleep. Wakey, wakey! That was not a nice sound to the girl who had been pleasantly dreaming. She rubbed her face into the pillow as she groaned. “No,” she sputtered out. She rolled onto her side to look up at him. A glance at the clock told her it was only half past seven. “Tristan you do realize my body things it is two-thirty in the morning because that is the time it is in Maine?” Brooklyn was not a pleasant person when woken up before she planned to get up. Especially when she was sleeping as deeply as she was before. Something she was working on since whenever she had kids she’d need to be able to get up easily. She grunted as she pushed herself up while she gave Tristan a sideways glance who was putting pillows behind her. He was unusually chipper for getting so little sleep. She clearly recalled him leaving bed before her and considering he smelt like soap and shampoo on top of the food he had made, he had to have been up for a couple hours. Brooklyn chatted with Tristan in between bites of her food, enjoying the crepes. Blueberry pancakes were her favorite but there were so much better. A lot airier. As she finished them off, the topic changed back to what they discussed last night? Brooklyn shifted nervously and set her tray on the side table closest to her carefully. Suddenly her heart sank. Doesn’t work out? What happened to being excited about it like he was last night? Brooklyn’s breathing became labored as a panicked feeling filled her body. Brooklyn was hanging so much of her future on them being together. Yes, it had only been six weeks but she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Tristan. He had said he wanted to marry her one day less then twelve hours ago! Brooklyn wracked her mind to figure out at what point it went wrong as she looked over at him. They had only been together such a short time but it felt like her entire world was shattering around her. Until he pulled out the biggest surprise yet. When he opened that box Brooklyn brought both hands up to cover her mouth. She let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cross between a cry and a laugh. “Tristan you are such a jerk.” She playfully shoved at the side of his shoulder. “Come here,” she uttered as she turned to pull him in a tender, but deep, kiss. When she pulled back she giggled. She really hadn’t been expecting him to propose. After all he had said he wanted to “take things slow” despite moving in. she moved so she could lean against his shoulder while his arm wrapped around her, all after she had the ring on her finger. It was gorgeous. “Really? Did you say all those things last night to throw me off because it worked. And, by the way, you’re never to use your acting skills on me again. Ever.” That was a cruel thing for him to do. She reached a hand to trace random shapes along the bit of his leg just above his knee. “But are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me just so I can move here.” Brooklyn didn’t want to get married just so she could live in London. She was confident she could get a visa no matter what. She knew she wanted to marry him but didn’t want him to feel rushed. “My Funny Valentine“ by Frank Sinatra makes me think of them for some reason

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele

[TRISTAN FREDERIC WELCOTT]

I know you were babe...But he was just trying t-to do something nice for you...a-and to show you how far he'd come with e-everything you did for him. Tristan hugged her affectionately. He'd never tell you...But you mean the world to him...I think he thinks of you as a sister...he always wanted a sister. Tristan explained. Oliver had always wanted a sister too for that matter. But unlike Oliver, Brooklyn was obviously not like a sister to Tristan. She was more than that. Much, much more.

Tristan was happy that Brooklyn's gran was at least going to be with someone she knew and love. Well that's lovely...I'm happy for her then. Tristan the adoration. As long as Brooklyn was happy and her family was happy, he would be too. Tristan knew that dating person, if you really truly loved them, couldn't be just about making them happy. You had to try to please the family too and get them to like you. He felt pretty good about the fact that her Grandmother liked him. It was just her parents left that really counted. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, they didn't really matter. Tristan would be polite and do his best to be likable. But if they didn't reciprocate, wouldn't worry about it.

Well it's settled then...You'll live here. Tristan kissed her cheek. He was just plain excited at the prospect of having another person living in this big flat with him. And not just any person. His absolutely gorgeous, loving girlfriend. Life was going to be different. Very different. But it would be a good different. He couldn't imagine what the media buzz was going to be about all this when they found out. Tristan was going to do his best to keep it under wraps as long as possible. Brooklyn wasn't used to all this hubbub . He wanted to make the transition as easy as possible.

Ohhhh....you play d-dirty don't you Miss Sawyer. He teased. Tristan reached out, grabbing her ribs to tickle her. He was awfully good at tickling. He laughed as she giggled and tried to push his hands away. W-what?! You don't like being tickled? He continued to laugh and tickle her for a few more seconds before he stopped, still laughing. Oh well we wouldn't want to mess up such a pretty dress, n-now would w-we? Tristan helped her smooth it out.

Tristan grinned, laughing to himself about Brooklyn's groaning. Yes! Up, up! Shaking his head at her words, as he helped her sit up, he spoke Well, my body doesn't. And I have some places I need to be today...So if you're going to eat breakfast, you're going to have to eat it before I leave. It was true that he had some places to go today. But it was mostly a few people that he wanted Brooklyn to meet and he had a short rehearsal in the afternoon, which he was hoping she would want to come watch.


Tristan laughed as she called him a jerk. Well that's a nice way answer a proposal. He followed her command to come to her and leaning in, covered her lips with his own, wrapping his arms around her as they kissed. When they had finished, Tristan lifted the ring from the box. W-well I think we better put this thing on your finger.....that is...if it's yes....it is yes, right? Tristan had to tease her, since she hadn't actually, officially said yes. But it was of course implied.

Tristan laughed. Of course...I had to feel you out....I didn't want to r-rush you or anything...I was afraid I'd scared you away...B-but after the key and saying you'd be willing to move...well I knew I was good to go...I was going to wait until the day you were leaving. But I decided t-to do it today and so I had to have them r-rush the ring over this morning....I designed it myself. Tristan leaned in and kissed her again and then laughed, blushing just a little. My fiancee....I can't believe I'm looking at you and saying those words...about you! Tristan placed his hand on her cheek lovingly. I didn't tell Oliver and Gran....I think they'll be quite surprised. They knew it come eventually, everyone did. Tristan and Brooklyn were a match made in Heaven. But he knew they wouldn't have expected it so soon.

Brooklyn...I have never been more sure anything my l-life Tristan lifted her ring hand and looked at the ring on her finger, then looked at her. Do you like it, really? Cause if you don't, I'd rather know...You wouldn't be hurting my feelings if you want something else....I just want you to be h-happy babe. And he meant it.

TAGGED . Brooklyn
NOTES . wedding bells.
CREDIT . this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0. and features lyrics belonging to the oh so amazing Jason Mraz. please leave all of this credit stuff in tact and leave a link for Miss Roro here if you are going to be using this anywhere.

[BROOKLYN MARIE SAWYER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #464646; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #7D0000 solid; border-bottom: 10px #7D0000 solid;] there‘s a fire starting in my heart ( TAGGED ) TRISTAN ( OUTFIT ) CLICK! ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brooklyn hadn’t meant to come off ungrateful about what Oliver did just she never took very well to surprises. She was like her father in that sense. “I know he was and it was very nice. I was just exhausted that night.” She paused as she buried herself against Tristan’s chest. It was nice to know Oliver thought of her in such a way. and even more so that she had been able to help him out. He really had made leaps and bounds since she first met him and wiggled her way into his life. Brooklyn hoped her parents took her moving to England easily enough. She had a feeling they wouldn’t but there was no reason to cause Tristan worry by telling him that. She could handle her dad’s temper on her own. Plus, she was his little girl so he was bound to calm down soon enough. Just…she’d give him the appropriate amount of space to think things over. Now it was just finding the right time. There seemed like no “right time” in the upcoming six months to do it so she’d just wing it. That was something she tried not to think about for now. For the time being she was having fun being playful with Tristan. Laughter ran out form where they sat as his fingers moved over her ribs to tickle her. “Tristan! Stop it!” she used her own hands to try to push him away while she pulled her body in the opposite direction. the man was just impossible sometimes! Brooklyn grunted into her pillow. She was not a very happy camper right now. She was hoping for at least another hour of sleep. Yes, another hour and she’d be just fine. “I can make breakfast myself, you know. It’s not hard. Take cereal, pour in bowl. Take milk, pour over cereal. Breakfast done.” she pushed some stray hair back as she sighed. “if you have things to do then why wake me. You could’ve woken me up when you got home. Or called me like three hours form now. That sounds like a beautiful idea.” Her tongue felt thick so she drank at the orange juice. Brooklyn had always been grouchy like this in the mornings so this wasn’t a new development. Her mother often called her a demon child when she wa sa teenager. Apparently Brooklyn had even thrown a shoe that had been near her bed once. Her parents had not been happy about that one. Usually once she got food and coffee in her, she was a pleasant person again. Brooklyn laughed. “you know me, I’m not very traditional.” this was the perfect proposal. She wasn’t one for anything big and dramatic. Nor did she want that for her-no their-wedding but she also knew he was part of the upper crust in London. They might not have a choice but to have a big wedding. That was a bit unsettling to think about. As he moved away from her to grab the box, Brooklyn rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Of course it’s a yes, Tristan. I want nothing more then to be your wife.” She felt her grin get wider as he slipped that ring onto her finger. Wow...this was really happening right now. It felt...surreal. she was impressed that he had designed it himself and it made it even more special. How many other girls could say that? It was a gorgeous setting. She shifted so that she could slid Tristan on his back and she rested her head on his chest. “I’m sorry I had to ask. Guess it’s just the marine way instilled into me-be aware of everything around you and all possibilities.” she laughed the off as a joke but then she got very serious. He hadn’t told his grandmother or oliver. And he had yet to meet her father which means…“oh god.” Brooklyn sat upright so she was on her knees but her hands rested on his chest. “Tristan when exactly did you want to get married?” once he told her when he wanted to get married, which she had no issues with herself, she went pale. “shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Brooklyn pushed from the bed and went to his bathroom while undoing her braid. She ran her brush through her hair before she tossed it in a ponytail. “uh I’m using your computer to sykpe my parents. I have to diffuse this situation. Now.” yes, it was best to deal with telling her parents about the engagement while she was safe in another country. Brooklyn didn’t bother looking for socks of her slippers she had bought to keep here in London. She pounded down the stairs quickly. It was just before midnight in California and she knew her parents would still be awake. Especially since her dad would be leaving for Quantico the next day. When she got to Tristan’s office, her hands shook as she signed onto her skype account and called her mother. when her parents picked up she smiled. “hey mom. Uh is dad around?” “yeah honey, is everything ok?” “yeah yeah I just have to tell you guys something. Can you tell him to come to the computer?” Brooklyn fidgeted with nerves as her mother called for her father. When he came around she could see the concern in both their faces and heard the worry in their tones when they asked again if she was alright. “guys I’m fine. Just, um, ok I have something to tell you but you have to keep an open mind. Please can you do that for me?” well it was not best to start off with that. Her dad’s mind went in the complete opposite direction of what was going on. ”are you pregnant?! I swear to god if that boy got you pregnant I will kill him!” Brooklyn grunted as she leaned her head forward and rubbed her temples. “oh my god dad there is no way in hell I’m pregnant! I promise you that.” she dropped her hands and looked back at the screen. “but I am getting married to him. Tristan asked me just a little while ago and I said yes. Oh and I‘m moving to England.” her father’s face was already purple as soon as she said the word ‘married’ so why not pile it on all at once. It couldn’t get much worse. Oh, the explosion from her father’s mouth was unreal. She heard nearly every cuss world imaginable fall from his lips. Her mother was talking a mile a minute asking Brooklyn if this was what she really wanted then asked if Tristan was pressuring her to do this or other things. “oh my god mom! It’s not y’all’s business but we haven’t done a thing! This isn’t about sex! We actually want to get married to one another!” Her father was really starting to piss her off. When he mentioned coming here to “have a talk with Tristan”, and preferably with his smith and Weston’s, Brooklyn raised her voice. “hey! You will do no such thing. First, you’re not allowed to bring your non-service guns into England and with your service gun you have to be coming here for a reason. There’s no marine base in England, especially London, so no way that’ll happen. Even I know that daddy. Second, I do know how to fire a gun myself and I’m a pretty damn good shot. I’ll have one bought and in my possession before you set foot on English soil and if you get near this house I will shoot you before you get in the building. Now you need to reel your shit in and listen to me! You are not exactly the world’s warmest person to be around. For f*cks sakes, I’d piss myself if I was a guy and had to ask your permission to marry me! Besides, I kind of approached the subject first because I gave him that key you and mom gave me. So yeah, I do want to marry him. Now I realize he’s not the type of guy you normally like but not everyone wants to marry a grunt! Most grunts these days are only good for one thing and it’s not getting married. Trust me, I know.” ok that last comment was probably not the best thing to add in. her father seriously looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He let out another firestorm of words while her mother sat off to the side rubbing her forehead. “oh go take a xanax, dad. If you keep this up people might actually think you care about more then your reputation in the military. Don‘t worry, he‘s not a terrorist so you‘ll still be able to move up to the big leagues. That is if they want you.” Brooklyn and her father were very much similar with their tempers so when they got into fights it blew up-bad. One time he had even called her a slut because of everything she had done before. Brooklyn’s head fell back as she reached up with both hands to rub at her face. She felt the chair shift to the and moved her hands enough to uncover her eyes. “no Tristan not a good idea…” Brooklyn sat up to try to stop him but it was too late. She put her arms on the desk and flopped her head forward. This was not going to be very pretty to watch so Brooklyn took to listening instead. BAHAHAHA OH MAN!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by adele