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A/N: This was out a lot fast than I thought it would be! I'm so excited and y'all I cried while writing it! i'm so excited for this, and I can't believe it's here! This is going to be fun to write. For those that are just coming in on this Series: This is the sequel to my story Simon vs. The Reunion. If you didn't read that before you can now. You don't have to, but you might miss some jokes or something down the road if you didn't, but enjoy nonetheless! Please let me know what you think of chapter 1!
Simon vs. The Future
Chapter 1
Recap, 3 Years Earlier…
I carried a box into the three-day-old apartment and placed in on the kitchen table. This was thankfully the last of it. I'm finally done moving, and now all that is left is to unpack and situate everything.
"Is that the last one?" Bram asked, coming up behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed the back of my head.
"Yeah," I smiled, turning around to face him. I pecked his lips, which turned into a long, slow kiss. Our breath combined fogged my glasses, blinding me from his beauty.
"Mmm, good. I'm so sick of moving these boxes from place to place," he broke away with a whine. I chuckled at his response and watched as he took a seat at the table. I cleaned off my glasses and placed them back on my face.
"We're finally done," I say, resting against the box.
"Wait, when did you put on glasses?" Bram questioned, finally noticing it.
"Um, when I ran out of contacts and happened to find these while I was cleaning out my car," I warily smiled, knowing he was bound to yell at me for losing the glasses in the first place. He rolled his eyes at me, but a smile peaked through it.
"Holy crap, what time is it?" I asked, searching for my phone. Bram looked at his watch, and jumped from the chair.
"Crap! We have to go, it's almost eleven!" he announced. I got myself together and reminded Bram to grab the present.
We arrived just on time, but of course everyone was already here before us.
"I feel like I'm always missing a secret, 'be here at this time' announcement," I whispered to Bram. He leaned in to listen, and retracted with a smile.
"I know, same," he laughed.
"Simon! Bram!" Abby chimed from her seat across the room. She got out of her brightly colored chair with help from Nick, and waddled herself over to us.
"You made it!" she pouted happily, pulling us both into hugs.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I told her. She stood looking us over with her hands on her pregnant belly. She was wearing a cute pale yellow dress with white flowers and a white sash that read 'Mommy To Be' across her chest.
"Congratulations," Bram beamed from ear to ear, handing over the gift box to her. She was so excited we made it, she could have cried. She kissed our cheeks before looking it over. "I'll put this on the gift table, thank you so much," she smiled, gripping it to her.
"How was the move?" Nick asked, cross his arms over his chest.
"It wasn't bad actually. The movers did most of it Thursday, and then we did the last of it these past two days," he explained to Nick. I rubbed my hand across Bram's back as he spoke.
"I'm so glad it went well!" Abby added. "Simon come with me," she said, grabbing my hand. She walked us over to where she was before we arrived and set the gift down.
"Look who's here!" she announced me. Leah turned around and her smile was so genuine.
"You said you'd text me when you got here!" she spat, playfully slapping my arm.
"Sorry, it didn't take very long and I felt like we were already running late," I explained.
"Whatever, how was the move?" she asked, smiling.
"It was good. A little stressful the first day, but we handled it like pro's," I nodded.
"Did you christen the new room?" she winked at me. I blushed and looked around nervously.
"Leah," I warned. She stood, waiting for a response so I gave my best answer by flashing my eyes at her.
"Nice," she gave me a tightlipped grin with a knowing nod. I rolled my eyes at her, and looked over to where Bram was talking to Nick. I couldn't be any happier that he decided to grow out his curls again. It was the most familiar thing about him, other than his beautiful eyes, and nobly hands. I couldn't get enough of him. Now that we're living together, it's going to be different- but a good different. The past year has been beautiful getting to know each other. It didn't take very long before we knew the other like the back of our hands.
"Are you nervous to be living together? You're going to learn a lot about each other very soon." Leah asked, resting her hand on her hip. I glanced over at Bram again and tried to come up with any reason why I would be nervous to live with him. He makes me feel safe, and happy and when I'm with him it's nothing but laughs, cuddles, and soft-spoken words. There isn't a doubt in my mind that I belong with him.
"I'm ready to learn everything I can, so no- I'm not nervous," I smiled at her. Bram caught my eye from across the room and gave me a gentle wave. I waved back, and still after a year he's able to take my breath away.
"Ew, you're so in love it's sickening…I love it," Leah winked, before turning away to help Abby with something.
"Yeah, I know," I whispered. I couldn't stop grinning, thinking about the amazing future that was just ahead of me.
Present Day, August 23rd, 2028
While on my break from work I took a walk around the path just outside the office and called Bram.
"Hey, so I was thinking, for dinner maybe we could check out that new Mexican place on the corner?" I ask.
"Well, Si, I actually already had dinner plans figured out for us tonight," he said, sounding cautious with his words.
"Oh, okay. What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"I've already got it sorted out, just don't be late coming home," he spoke with a smile. I can always hear the happiness in his voice, even with a phone between us.
"Okay, I'll try not to be," I teased, knowing very well I wouldn't be. But I have to make him sweat a little.
"If you're late, you don't get dessert."
"You can't withhold dessert from me like I'm five," I protested with a light chuckle.
"Watch me, Spier," he warned, but his tone was still playful.
"What is for dessert? Cause maybe I won't like it, and I'll purposely be late," I mocked, kicking a rock ahead of me as I walked the asphalt path.
"It's me," he snorted.
"Oh, shit," I bit at my lip. "What do I get if I'm early?" shoving my free hand into my pocket.
"Actually… if you're early that'd be bad. Sooo, don't do that," he said in an unsettling serious tone.
"What are you planning?" I questioned, knowing he was up to something.
"None of your business, nosy. Just make sure to be home on time, okay? I know you're gonna be blowing up my phone with all the possible guesses for what is awaiting you this evening- but try to focus on work. Those kids need you," he replied, smiling through the phone again.
"Will do, I'll see you tonight…for dinner and quiet possibly a show?" I pressed.
"…Only if you clean your plate," he mumbled seductively. Not sure on this one…but getting turned on by being reprimanded like a child should definitely falls under mommy issues. I think I need to be my own case study…
"I'm going to go before someone hears me," I laughed, looking around at fellow office building occupants making their ways around the paths. I couldn't help but blush as Bram's words pulled the hairs taunt on the back of my neck.
"Maybe they want to hear you," he teased.
"Oh, totally," I snorted. "But hey, where are you that you're talking all…steamy?" I whispered into the phone.
"Ah, that is to remain a secret as well," he clicked his tongue.
"Alright, tell your secret lover I said hello," I smiled.
"Hey Simon!" I heard in the background.
I was unable to place the voice, which stopped me in my tracks, "Wait- what?" I raised an eyebrow at my phone.
"It's just Garrett," he sighed. "Will you go back over there?" Bram hollered off into the background.
"Oh, well then tell him I said 'hey' back," I laughed, and continued walking. "I thought you were showing a house this afternoon, what are you doing with Garrett?"
"It's not important, listen- I love you, but I have to go. Garrett's choking," he explained.
"On what?" my voice piped up.
"Sorry, correction- I'm choking him," he stated plainly, gathering a steady laugh from me. "Bye," he sang into the phone before hanging up.
"I love you, bye!" I snuck in before the line cut off. I looked at my phone and contemplated calling Leah, but I know she'll probably send me to voicemail. She hates talking while at work because she says it distracts her, but let's be real- she rather talk to me than work. I try calling anyway, and she answers. Shocker.
"Simon, what have I told you about calling me at work?" she sounds annoyed.
"Sorry, but I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"Bram totally is planning something, so I need you to find out from Garrett what he's got-"
"Simon- I'm not talking about Bram right now. I'm busy. Love you- bye."
Click. Well…
I go back to my office, and meet with my last two appointments before packing up to head home.
I push through the door to our apartment and I can hear Bram singing his lungs out in the kitchen. The biggest smile spreads across my face, and I try my best to hang my keys up quietly. I shut the door as slow as possible, and creep into the kitchen. He's standing at the counter when I see him, and the radio is going, but compared to, his voice is much higher in volume. I lean against the wall of the entryway and cross my arms over my chest. I could listen to this all day. Bram can carry somewhat of a tune, and sometimes it surprises me how well he can sing- but I think Nat King Cole's, L-O-V-E is one he should stay far away from.
He bolts out what 'V' stands for, and I clear my throat. His head snaps in my direction with an audible, frightened holler. He's visibly mortified when he notices me, and breathes in deeply.
"What the hell are you trying to do, scare the crud out of me?"
"Exactly," I laughed, walking over to him. He shakes his head and puts down the tray of food he was working on. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he holds onto me around my waist. I peck his lips, and stare into his eyes.
"Hi." I whisper between us, looking over his adorable face. His curls are styled neatly how I like, and I could be wrong- but it seems like he has a fresh cut. He smells heavily of his aftershave, but I don't mind it. It's heavenly, and reminds me of him right away.
"Hi," he says back with a grin. I look to the left of us, where take out containers are strewed about the countertop.
"So take out is your secret?" I laughed. He looks around us and nods.
"Yeah," he says, with the same grin, but seeming happier. He kisses me, and then pulls away.
"Now go get ready for dinner, so I can finish up here," he says, turning down the radio.
"Fine, but I'm taking one," I say, noticing the stack of Oreo's on a plate beside the stove. He looks at me quickly, and smacks my hand away from them before I even had a chance to touch the one on top.
"No!" he belts out, looking frightened. I retract my hand, holding it close to me.
"Okay, god!" I yell back with my eyes as wide as can be.
"Sorry, I just…you need to just leave them be, okay? Go into the other room?" He pleaded, looking defeated.
"Alright, crazy," I shake my head. He sighs with ease, and turns back to the food. I walk into our bedroom and change into a more comfortable outfit. When I head back out into the kitchen he's not there, but instead placing our plates on the table.
"Good, take a seat. Do you want something to drink?" he asks, wiping his hands on his jeans. I couldn't tell if it was nerves, or for the first time ever, Bram forgot what a napkin was.
"Yeah, water is fine right now," I say taking a seat to the right of the head, where he pulled the chair out for me. Bram sets down my water, and his own before taking his seat at the head of the table. I look at both of our plates and furrow my brows.
"Why do we both have something different?" I ask. I have chicken marsala, and pasta on my plate, and he has ravioli.
"It's significant," he says. I study the chicken on my plate and try to think about it. He's waiting for me to come to the conclusion, but I've got nothing. His shoulders are tense as he leans in with his elbows pressed into the tabletop. His lips are pursed, and it's a shame I can't remember because I'm sure this is supposed to make his day. I shake my head apologetically, and his shoulders fall. He rolls his lips in, and looks down between his folded hands. He brings them into his lap and clears his throat.
"Nothing?" he asks, hopeful that my dumbass would maybe make a guess.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm not sure…is it significant to a specific date we went on?" I questioned. He shakes his head, and reaches out to place a hand over mine.
"You don't have to try to guess…it's the first meal we had the day we moved into the apartment," he explained. "You got the chicken marsala, and I ordered the ravioli…now do you-"
"Oh my god! Yes, that's adorable…wait-" I stop and crane my neck to see what the date is on the calendar in the kitchen. "It's August 23rd…it's our third anniversary of the day we moved in…aw, babe this is so cute. I feel like an idiot for forgetting."
"Yeah," he stresses the word. "It's really okay…it's also another anniversary too," he says. Fuck- WHY AM I SO BAD WITH DATES?
"Well it certainly isn't the anniversary of any of our milestones…right?" I ask with a cheeky grin.
"No…but maybe you could count it as one if you tried," he shrugged. "On this day- thirteen years ago, I replied back to you, initiating the first of the Jacques and Blue emails."
"Oh…oh my god. How did you remember that?" I ask, on the verge of tears. I can't handle how cute this is- and I need to know why he's going this far to remember these dates specifically. All the questions want to come out at once, but I'm trying to be patient and not ruin it for myself- like I always do.
"A little bit of research, and a lot of planning," he laughed sweetly.
"Planning?" I question.
"Oh, gosh. I can't wait, hold on," he gets up from the table and goes into the kitchen. He comes back with the plate of Oreo's and sets them between us.
"What about dinner?" I ask, looking at my plate.
"No one ever died from having dessert first, Si," he chuckles, handing me an Oreo and taking one for himself.
"Is this the Mega stuffed one?" I ask, noticing the amount of cream between the cookies. It looked triple-maybe even quadruple the normal amount.
"Yeah, the last package they had too," he nodded, twisting the halves of his cookie, and looking at me.
"Why are we eating these now?"
"Just eat it, Simon," he shakes his head with a smile. I shake my own head, and bring the cookie up to my mouth. Bram springs to life, and grabs my hand.
"What are you doing?!" he yells. I jump slightly at him, and my mouth falls open.
"I'm eating the freaking cookie like you ask me too! What the hell is this? 'How many times can we get Simon to fake eat a cookie'?" I spat back, placing my hands against the table.
"Since when do you bite into your Oreo's? You twist- you always twist!"
"Okay, I'll twist it- jeeze. Relax, all right? I'm twisting the damn-" I twist the two halves and pull them apart. I stop when I notice something round in the center of the cream. "…Oreo," I mutter in a small voice, trying to figure out what it is. I look at Bram when I sort of figure it out and he's beaming.
I soften, and I can clearly make out my heartbeat in my ears. "B, what is this?" I ask, pouting my lower lip. Bram laughs at my reaction, and takes my hand into his again.
Bram's Point of View:
I place my hand over Simons', and he can probably feel me trembling. He's stunned, and at a loss for words. I look into his puppy dog eyes, and swallow every doubt I've ever had. His lower lip is pouted, and his eyes are welling up with tears. I smile, and force myself to speak.
"Simon Spier, I couldn't think of a more perfect day to ask you this question. I also couldn't stop myself from using an Oreo to help me out," I start as I get out of my seat. I dropped to my knee, and continue holding his hand. His full attention is on me, and now he's biting his lower lip, which drives me absolutely crazy. "Thirteen years ago, today, started the very long journey to right now… and three years ago, today, marks the most exciting, and beyond-amazing decision I've ever made- so, today, I'd like to ask you to continue making this day the most important to me by saying yes to becoming my husband…So, what do you say? Will you marry me?" my voice quivered.
It doesn't take much to get Simon crying, he gets that from his dad of all people, so the water works began before he could answer me.
"Si," I gripped his hand. Now I was the one pouting…and maybe also crying.
"Of course I'll marry you!" he shot up out of his seat. I followed quickly and wrapped him in my arms.
"You're saying yes?!" I asked back to him as we held each other tight. He pulled away, still in my arms and kissed me.
"It's a- million times yes!" he exclaimed, through broken words.
"Holy shit, okay," I breathed, taking the half of the Oreo with the ring in it. "This probably wasn't the best idea," I laughed, picking the ring out of the center. I quickly licked off some residual cream from the silver wedding band and Simon extended his left hand out to me. "Sorry, it's gross, I know."
"Oh, whatever!" he laughed, staring down excitedly at our hands. I gently held his finger steady as I pushed the ring onto his finger. It fit like a glove, and I couldn't be anymore happier to see him wearing it. It's everything I imagined it to be and more.
"Ho-my god," Simon whispered, looking it over.
"Do you like it?" I wait eagerly for his response.
"Like it? I freaking love it, Bram. It's beautiful… you're beautiful. This moment is beautiful- God this day is beautiful!" he expressed, fighting back more tears.
"This will always be a beautiful day," I added, taking the two cookie pieces into my hands. I shoved the side with little-to-no cream into my mouth, and fed Simon the half with all the cream. He smiled with a closed mouth and leaned in to kiss me. It was a little messy, and all we could do was laugh through it. After several moments of standing with our foreheads pressed together we parted with a single kiss. We took our seats again, and I honestly was way too excited to eat.
"I can't believe this," Simon breathed, looking at the ring.
"I was so nervous you'd say no," I admitted.
"Why? Why would I ever say no to you?" he frowned, looking on at me sympathetically.
"I don't know, self-doubt? But obviously I didn't need to be worried. Life lesson," I shrugged, chuckling at Simon's smiling face.
"Huge life lesson. B, when it comes to you, it's always a yes," he cocked his head to the side lazily, batting his eyelashes at me.
"Careful what you say, future Mr. Spier-Greenfeld, I might have to take advantage of that," I smirked, flipping my hands up.
"You're okay with hyphenating the name?" Simon pouted happily.
"Of course I am!" I exclaimed.
"I love you," he shook his head, going back to examining the ring.
"I love you too," I replied.
"Wait…did Leah know about this?"
"Yes, she did." I nodded, hoping this wasn't going to be a bad thing.
"I knew it!" He pounded his hand against the table energetically. "I called her right after you, and she was so quick to get off the phone once I brought you up. She was also weird when I called her on my way into work…gosh, I should have known." He shook his head, resting back into his chair. I laughed at him, and watched as he casually sat up and started eating. This is the boy I can officially say I'm going to marry- I don't know how I got so lucky.
"So how long have you been planning this?"
"The proposal?"
"Yeah," he gave a short nod, sipping his water.
"Oh," I sat back and looked to the ceiling while I counted in my head. "About thirteen years," I smiled, looking back at him.
"Wait…what?"
"Simon, do you know you are the easiest person to persuade?"
"How so?" he furrowed his brows.
"Okay…so when we started talking through our emails, and I fell head over heels for you- I worked up the idea to maybe propose to you with Oreo's in some way. Fast forward to when I thought about putting it in the Oreo itself- that's when it was a game changer. The persuading part came with the little speech I'd also been working on. Three years ago when we decided to take the next step and move in together- I purposely got you to wait till August so I could continue the tradition of starting new things with you on this date…so today officially marks the first day of our new lives." I explained, and as I spoke Simon melted down his seat, clutching his ringed hand to his chest.
"You've been planning this since we met?"
"You got it," I nodded, closing my eyes.
"I love you so freaking much right now, and I'm so grateful for that stupid reunion!" Simon cried, getting up and plopping himself into my lap. He hugged me around my neck, and I held him close. We kissed, and kissed and when we couldn't stop- well, let's just say we need to replace a couple plates…and a vase.
A/N: This is going to get so cute... and damn I'm only imagining what that ending scene looked like... Also, for future reference, I will be writing some smexxxy scenes in the coming chapters... Y'all need a warning before it happens, or can I just throw it on up there? Let me know! Also let me know if there is anything you guys want to see out of this story! I'm always open to suggestions/ideas! You can either comment it, or PM me!