Hey babes! Sorry for not updating this yesterday. I didn't even realize it was Saturday, and also, I was trying to finish Smallville, which I did. If you've never watched it before, you should. It's about Superman, but before he becomes Superman. So it's about Clark Kent in his hometown of Smallville and all that jazz. It's ten seasons, but it's so good. :)
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*July 5, 2015*
"So I was thinking," Grant starts talking as he walks into the bedroom. He stops in his tracks when he sees Skye sitting in the middle of the bed, magazines and notepads lying spread out in front of her, her cell phone resting on her knee. "Whoa, what's going on in here?" he asks her.
She looks up at him, "Wedding planning. It's coming up fast so we really have to nail all of these things down."
"Ah," he moves further into the room, sitting down next to Skye on the bed.
"What were you saying when you walked in?" she asks him, making a few notes on the pad of paper in front of her.
"Oh, right. Well, I was thinking, you still need to meet Gramsy."
"Who?" she furrows her brows in confusion.
"My grandmother," he reminds her. "She lives in a nursing home not too far from here. She didn't exactly want to be there at first because according to her, she's too young to be there, but she's had a couple of close calls. And I can't be around all the time to take care of her. She's learned to enjoy her time there, though, so everything's all good now."
"And you want me to meet her?"
He nods his head once, "Of course I do. She's probably going to be upset I didn't bring you over sooner though."
"And why's that?"
"Because she likes to meet all the girls I date. Check them out and see if, according to her, they're good enough for me."
Skye raises an eyebrow, "And exactly how many girls have there been?"
"Um, well, I mean," Grant stutters, "well, when I say all the girls I don't mean…"
Skye's face breaks out into a smile and she chuckles, "Grant." She places a hand on his arm, "Calm down. I was just kidding."
"Right," he nods his head, "I knew that. So, what do you say? Wanna go meet Gramsy?"
"When?"
"Well, the sooner the better. I figure we can go on Tuesday, that's usually when Sara and I go and visit her. Is that good with you?"
Skye thinks for a moment, "I think so, yeah."
Grant smiles, "Awesome. I'll call the home and let them know we're coming on Tuesday." He stands from the bed, going back out to the dining room to get his phone.
"Okay," she smiles at him, watching as he walks out of the room.
Sighing deeply, she falls backwards onto the bed, covering her face with her arms.
*July 7, 2015*
Pulling his car into a parking space at the nursing home, Grant shuts the engine off and turns around in his seat. He looks in the back to see Sara bouncing excitedly in her seat, a wide smile on her face.
"You excited there, bear?" Grant chuckles.
She nods her head excitedly, "Yeah. I wanna show Gramsy all the pictures I have of Buddy."
"I'm sure she'll love to see them," he smiles. He looks over at Skye, "Are you ready to meet Gramsy?"
She takes a deep breath, "I think so."
"Alright, let's go."
They all climb out of the car and make their way towards the front entrance of the nursing home. Grant takes Skye's hand in his, interlocking their fingers together.
When they walk in the front doors of the home, Sara runs up to the front desk, smiling at the tall brunette woman sitting behind it. "Hi Angie," she smiles.
"Hey Sara," Angie smiles back at her. "Are you and your dad here to see your Gramsy?"
Sara nods her head, "Yep. And we brought Skye with us this time."
"Who's Skye?" Angie questions.
"She's my dad's fiancée," Sara smiles wide.
Angie smiles back at her, "Well that's certainly some exciting news." She looks up to see Grant and Skye making their way towards the desk. "I hear congratulations are in order," she smiles at Grant.
"Thanks," he replies with a smile. "Angie, I'd like for you to meet my fiancée Skye. Skye, this is Angie Martinelli. She runs the front desk here at the home. She and her best friend Peggy Carter own the place. Peggy's boyfriend, Steve Rogers, helps out around here too."
"Well it's very nice to meet you," Skye smiles, extending her hand out to Angie.
Angie accepts her hand with a smile, "Likewise. You look kind of familiar though. Do I know you from somewhere?"
"That's Skye, Angie," Sara tells her. "The singer."
"Oh," Angie smiles, realization finally dawning on her. "I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You have quite the career going for you. I'm a big fan of your music."
Skye smiles at her, "Thanks."
"Angie," Sara speaks up. "Where's Steve and Peggy?"
"Steve had to go run some errands and Peggy's sick at home. Sorry, sweetie. But maybe next time you come by they'll be here."
"Okay," Sara says. "Can we go see Gramsy now?"
Angie smiles, "Of course you can. Come on," she steps out from behind the counter, holding her hand out to Sara. Sara takes her hand and heads down the hallway off to the side towards the correct room. Grant and Skye follow closely behind them.
Once they reach the room, Angie stands in the doorway with Sara by her side. She reaches up and knocks on the doorframe, catching the older woman's attention.
"Gramsy!" Sara exclaims, running into the room and up to her grandmother.
The older woman in the room smiles at her great-granddaughter, "Hello, Sara." She wraps the girl in a warm embrace, "How are you?"
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Much better now that you're here."
Sara smiles, "Guess what, Gramsy?"
"What, sweetheart?"
"I brought some pictures of Buddy to show you. He's my dog, remember?"
Gramsy nods her head, "Yes, I remember. You told me over the phone on Mother's Day."
"I'll show you them in just a second." She turns around to face her dad, "Hey daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to go to the bathroom."
"Didn't I tell you to use the bathroom before we left?" Skye asks.
Sara shrugs, "I didn't have to go before we left."
Skye sighs, "Alright, go on. But be quick, okay?"
"Okay," Sara makes her way to the door and out of the room.
Once she's gone, Grant steps towards his grandmother. "Hey Gramsy," he leans down to give her a hug.
"Hello, Grant," she replies. "How are you? I heard about your accident, how is your leg?"
"Doing a lot better," he tells her. "Prosthetics aren't all that bad."
"You have a prosthetic?"
Grant nods his head, "Yeah. Since the beginning of December."
"No one ever tells me anything," she mutters, shifting in her chair. "I'm sure I would have liked to know my grandson was in a car accident from him, instead of hearing about it first from Angie when she heard it on the news."
Grant smiles softly at her, "I'm really sorry Gramsy. I know I should have told you. But I was recovering and I guess it just slipped my mind. I really am sorry."
"Alright, I guess I can let it slide." Her gaze falls on Skye and speaks to Grant, her eyes not moving from Skye. "Grant, sweetie, who is this lovely young woman with you?"
Grant turns his head slightly to see Skye standing off to the side. He waves her over, holding one of his hands out to her. He grabs her hand in his and pulls her close to his side. "Gramsy," he says to his grandmother, "this is Skye, my fiancé."
"Your fiancé?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Grant smiles. "Skye, this is my grandmother Marianne."
"It's nice to meet you, Marianne," Skye says, holding her hand out to the elderly woman.
Marianne accepts the hand, eyeing Skye carefully. "I didn't know you were engaged, Grant," she says to her grandson. "I don't think Sara mentioned anything when she and I talked on Mother's Day."
"That's why we came by, to tell you."
"Oh, I see. Well when did this happen? When did you propose?"
"Back in January, after Skye got the cast on her arm off from the accident. We took a road trip up to Seaside."
"Seaside? What for?"
"It was Skye's Christmas present," Grant tells her. "I thought we both needed a weekend to ourselves. So we left Sara with Skye's parents and went to Seaside. I proposed to her on the beach."
Marianne nods her head, "I see. And why did you wait until just now to introduce me to her?"
"Because I wanted to make sure things were actually serious between us before introducing you two," he tells her. "And then we were in London."
"London?" Marianne raises an eyebrow. "What on earth were you doing in London? Where was Sara?"
"Sara was with us, Gramsy, don't worry. I didn't just leave her here alone while I flew across the globe."
"That's good. But what were you all doing in London?"
"Skye was touring in Europe for three months and Sara and I decided to meet her in London during the last show of her tour."
Marianne looks to Skye, "Touring?"
"Yeah," Skye nods her head. "I'm uh, I'm a singer."
"A singer?" Marianne looks back to Grant, "You're going to marry a celebrity? I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, dear. You aren't going to have another moment of peace."
Grant chuckles, "I appreciate your concern, Gramsy. But Skye and I have been dating for a little over a year now and I think I've gotten used to all the paparazzi and the fans. Well somewhat used to."
"Alright." Marianne turns to face Skye again, "So dear, how long have you been in the music industry?"
"Well, my parents both work for SHIELD Studios, one of the biggest music labels in the industry, so music has always been an influence in my life. And I've always loved singing; I posted a lot of covers of songs on YouTube when I was in high school. But I didn't really get serious about it until after I graduated high school. Then I signed on with SHIELD and started singing professionally. I like to think I've been doing pretty well for myself since then."
"And how did you meet my grandson?"
"That was actually because of Sara," Grant points out. "You remember how she's been a huge fan of Skye's since as long as either of us can remember. Well, I entered a contest to win tickets to a show Skye was doing in LA last June. For some reason, Skye thought my entry was the best and picked me. Originally the contest was only to win two tickets, but Skye decided to give us backstage passes as well. So before the show we went backstage to meet her, and the rest is history." He looks over at Skye and smiles.
"I'm back!" Sara announces her presence back into the room. She quickly moves over to where Marianne is sitting, climbing up onto her lap. "What did I miss?" she asks the three adults in the room.
"Not much," Grant tells his daughter. "Gramsy was just asking Skye some questions."
"Okay." She turns to look at her great-grandmother, "Hey Gramsy, want to see some pictures of Buddy now?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Marianne smiles.
"Cool," Sara reaches into her jacket pocket, pulling out her iPod.
"Where did you get that, Sara?" Marianne asks, gesturing to Sara's iPod.
"Skye got it for me for Christmas," Sara replies, not looking up as she finds her pictures of Buddy.
Marianne briefly looks up at Skye before giving her full attention back to Sara. "Oh he is a very beautiful dog, Sara," Marianne says as she looks at the pictures of Buddy.
"Thanks, I think so too," Sara smiles. "He's super fun to play with. And he's still just a puppy, so he's always running around and being silly. I've been teaching him how to behave and stuff, but it's hard."
"He'll learn eventually," Marianne tells her. "You just have to be patient with him."
Sara sighs, "I know."
"Now then," Marianne shifts Sara slightly on her lap, "it's been a while since you've come to visit me and we didn't get to talk for too long on the phone on Mother's Day. I want you to fill me in on all of the exciting stuff that's happened since you last visited me. I especially want to hear more about this best friend of yours."
Sara turns excitedly towards her great-grandmother, a wide smile on her face. Opening her mouth, she begins telling her Gramsy about all of the significant things that have been happening in her life.
"So," Grant says to Skye as they get themselves ready for bed that night, "what do you think of Gramsy?"
"She seems nice," Skye replies, digging through the closet for some pajamas.
"Really?" Grant asks, pulling his t-shirt off. "That's all you have to say?"
Skye shrugs, "I kind of got the feeling she didn't like me."
"That's crazy," he tells her, pulling off his pants and grabbing a pair of shorts.
"Is it though?" she asks him, turning around to face him, wearing a pair of boy-cut shorts and a sports bra. "It's the first time I've met her, Grant, and when I told her I'm a singer she gave off this air of disapproval. And when Sara said I'm the one who gave her the iPod, she gave me this really weird look. She didn't say anything about not liking me, but she didn't need to."
"I think you're reading way too much into this," Grant tells her with a small smile on his face.
"Stop smiling," she points a finger at him. "And I'm not reading too much into this. I'm positive she disapproves of us. I don't think she likes the idea of us getting married."
Sighing, Grant reaches out, grabs Skye by the hips and pulls her to him. "Relax, Skye," he tells her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She wraps hers around his neck. "In all honesty, I don't care if Gramsy doesn't approve of you and me. I just wanted you two to meet because you are both very important to me. But I love you, Skye, and I want to marry you. I want to call you my wife. If Gramsy can't handle the fact that you're in the spotlight and by extension, Sara and I will be too, then so be it. But just because she, in your opinion, does not approve of us, that doesn't mean I am going to love you any less than I do right now, or call off the wedding. I love you and we are going to get married. Whether Gramsy likes it or not."
Skye smiles at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you," she whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
He kisses her back, smiling. "I love you too," he says against her lips. "Now come on, let's go to bed."
"That sounds like a great idea," she smiles, pulling away from the kiss. "Just let me put a tank top on."
"Mm…I think I like this look much better," he tells her, his eyes traveling down her body.
Skye rolls her eyes at him, unwrapping her arms from around his neck. She places her hands on his chest and pushes away from him, turning back towards the closet. "Too bad for you," she says to him. "Because I actually want to get some sleep tonight."
Grant sighs, "Fine." He sits down on the edge of the bed and then reaches down to unhook his prosthetic, setting it on the floor next to the bed. Scooting up on the bed, he lies down and rests his head on his pillow.
Once Skye finishes putting a tank top on, she climbs onto the bed and lies down on her pillow, turning onto her side to face Grant. "Hey, even though I think she might hate me, I'm glad I got to meet your grandmother."
Grant turns onto his side, smiling at her, "Me too. And don't worry about if she likes you or not, okay? It doesn't matter if she does or not. Because Sara and I love you, and that's all that really matters."
"Yeah," she smiles. "All that matters is that we're going to be a family soon."
"I can't wait," he smiles, scooting forward slightly to press his lips to hers.
"Me neither," she smiles against his lips. "Goodnight, soon-to-be husband."
"Goodnight, soon-to-be wife."
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