Spencer shuffled through the throngs of people in the living room and into the kitchen. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a glass. Walking over to the sink she filled her cup with water and proceeded to take a healthy gulp.
She took in a deep breath and released it slowly. The couple had been home from their honeymoon an hour and the welcome home party was just now getting into full swing. With still no signs of Carol which baffled the blonde.
She jumped slightly when two arms weaved their way around her middle.
"Sorry," Ashley husked placing an apologetic kiss on the blonde's shoulder blade. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was wondering where you had wandered off to," she mumbled against her wife's skin before placing another kiss there.
"Just getting a drink of water," Spencer replied leaning back into the rocker.
The rocker hummed and pulled the blonde closer. "Christie's here."
"We haven't seen her in awhile," Spencer said setting her glass down into the sink. She let out a quiet sigh and turned to face her wife. "How's she doing?"
Ashley took hold of the blonde's hand and idly played with her fingers. "Good. She looks great. It's amazing what sobriety can do for a person."
Spencer nodded in agreement. No arguments there. She bit her lip, "Is um, Christine here?" She asked hesitantly.
The rocker tensed unconsciously. Ashley hadn't seen her mom since the incident in the hospital had happened. "No," she muttered blankly. "I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know we were even married." She added with a humorless chuckle.
Spencer could detect the hurt in Ashley's jest. She ran her hand down the rocker's arm, "You two will need to talk eventually Ash," she whispered.
The brunette shook shrugged, "I really don't want to talk about her right now," she said truthfully. "Change of subject please."
Spencer nodded in understanding. She cleared her throat and asked, "Have you seen grandma at all since you got here?"
The rocker frowned slightly, "No, and that's really weird. I'm actually starting to get a little worried about that." She said crossing her arms in thought.
"Maybe the guys know where she's at," Spencer mumbled biting her lip.
"Yeah, let's see," Ashley replied taking hold of her wife's hand and pulling her out into the crowded living room. None of the Trouble Makers were present which could only mean they'd all moved into the game room. The couple entered the room to an amusing sight.
Rick pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh. "No, Elmer's. Here let me explain the rules to you one last time."
"I know how to play checkers Rick," Aiden huffed.
"Obviously you don't," Rick yelled throwing up his arms. "I asked you to king me and keep telling me to 'go fish'!"
Elmer's shrugged, "Well, duh," he said.
"Those are two different games," Rick shouted.
"No they aren't."
"Yes they are!"
"Dude, it's in the rule book."
"Which rule book? I'd love to see that one."
Aiden slammed a hand onto the table sending an array of checkers onto the floor, "You need to learn how to play the game," he accused pointing at the wardrobe manger.
"I give up," Rick sighed holding his hands up in surrender.
Aiden smiled and turned to Danny, "Time," he asked.
Carrot Top looked down at his stopwatch, "It took Rick exactly three minutes to blow his top."
"Oh yeah," Eric screamed pumping his fist into the air. "I won. Did I or did I not say it'd take three minutes flat for him to lose it?"
"Eric wins," Danny announced.
"You guys are stupid," Ashley deadpanned.
"Very childish guys," Spencer agreed shaking her head.
"Ashley's the one that made up the game last month," Ryan laughed never taking his eyes of the screen as he and Brian rocked out on Rock Band.
Spencer turned her admonishing gaze to her wife who looked elsewhere and blushed. The blonde decided to let that slide. She turned her attention back to the Trouble Makers. "Do any of you guys know where Grandma is? We haven't seen her at all."
"Um she said she had to run some errands," Tom answered as he took a shot on the pool table. He winced when the ball missed the pocket just by an inch. "I think she said she'd be at the grocery store or something."
"Oh," Spencer replied still unsure.
"I hope she brings back some gummy bears," Aiden replied gleefully as he tipped back his chair and began to rock back and forth to the music blasting from the television.
"Be careful Elmer's," Ashley warned warily. "You look like you might fa-"
Aiden crashed backwards onto the ground in a heap. The Trouble Maker's proceeded to laugh as Spencer rushed over and helped him up. Aiden chuckled in embarrassment and rubbed at his head. "Whoa," he muttered.
"Are you okay," Spencer asked guiding him back into the chair.
Aiden nodded, "That was cool," he whispered with a smile.
"I give that a solid ten Elmer's," Ashley chuckled. Spencer shot her a look. The rocker back pedaled and held her hands up. "What? Look at him he's fine. I wouldn't have laughed if he'd gotten seriously injured."
"Not much damage he could do to his head," Brian jested.
The rocker immediately smacked the back of his head. "That's my cousin you're talking about jack ass," she hissed as she glided over to her wife and cousin.
Brian rubbed at the back of his noggin, "Sorry," he muttered.
"Whew hi guys," Kyla yelled as she stumbled into the room with an amused looking Christie. The redhead had a steady grip on the short brunette's shoulders just in case she toppled over.
"Who let Kyla have a drink," Ryan and Ashley groaned simultaneously.
"I only had t-t-t-one cupssss," Kyla slurred.
"What," Aiden asked scrunching up his face.
"She told me she only had one," Christie replied.
Ryan slipped from behind the toy drum set and sauntered over to his girlfriend, "One drink is all it takes for this little light weight," he chuckled taking hold of Kyla.
"I love Drunk Kyla," Eric laughed. "She's awesome!"
"I am awesome," the short brunette yelled tossing her arms up letting out a whoop. "I looove you Ryan you're awesome too," she mumbled leaning into her boyfriend.
"Love you too babe," Ryan smiled wrapping his arms around her.
"Love is awesome," Kyla giggled into his chest.
"I wish I had a camera," Ashley chuckled as she watched her sister poke at the bass player's belly button thoughtfully. "This is too good not to get on tape."
"Got it covered," Eric replied as he recorded the whole thing on his phone. "Hello YouTube."
"That's not nice you guys," Spencer reprimanded but smiled nonetheless.
"Why do we have bellybuttons," Kyla questioned staring up at Ryan confused.
"Um," the bass player trailed off looking at his best friend for help.
Ashley shrugged, "That's a good question," she joked.
"I know," Aiden replied. "We have them so we can store things in them." Suddenly he frowned in confusion. "Or at least that's what I thought until Susan found my piece of gum in there and told me to stop putting things there."
"Gross," Ashley breathed out. "Again I ask, how the hell are we related?"
Aiden shrugged, "We can go onto the Maury show and get tested if you like, he seems like a cool guy and they do it for free," he finished his sentiment with a smile.
"Cat scan Elmer's," the rocker replied.
"Why do cats get scanned," Kyla asked again looking up to her boyfriend. "That's animal c-c-cruelty. I'm g-gonna call the animal patrol people to t-take care of this immediately!"
"Okay Ky," Ryan humored her.
"I'm sssserious Ryan!" Kyla shouted smacking his chest. "I'm gonna call them and then I'm gonna the president and then I'm gonna order a pizza and then I'm gonna send that pizza to the Queen of England!"
"This is great," Eric whispered to the rocker as he kept recording.
"Then," Kyla continued as she poked the bass player in the chest. "I'm gonna fly to A-Africa!"
"Why Africa," Spencer giggled.
"What about Africa," the short brunette asked confused. "Who said anything about Africa?"
Ashley rolled her eyes, "You just did Ky."
"Oh," Kyla frowned confused. "They have lions there," she said scrunching up her face. "I can't go there I might get eaten."
"True," Aiden nodded.
"Then I'd be like P-Pinocchio's dad," Kyla giggled.
"That was a whale babe," Ryan corrected gently.
"Huh?"
He sniggered, "Never mind."
Kyla smacked his shoulder, "Did you just call me a whale!"
Ryan's eyes widened, "What?" He muttered. "No, babe, I-"
"You have gained a little weight," Ashley joked. Spencer slapped her arm. "Ow! Spousal abuse! You'll be hearing from my lawyer. I even have witnesses."
"It's on tape too," Eric added in jest.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."
"I'll drop the charges if you make it up to me," the rocker replied suggestively.
"In your dreams," Spencer whispered leaning towards the rocker.
"Yours too I bet," Ashley shot back raising an eyebrow in challenge.
A spark of boldness hit the blonde so she moved closer, "Every night," she said quietly enough for only the rocker to hear.
Ashley's eyes darkened with lust. "Care to share any of these dreams with me," she breathed out.
The blonde brought her lips up to the rocker's ear, "Maybe later," she teased as she moved back from her wife and grinned seductively.
"You have no idea what you do to me," Ashley moaned quietly.
"I'm not fat," Kyla blurted.
"Nobody said you were Ky," Ryan said calmly.
"Do birds get tired when they fly," she asked suddenly.
"What are we talking about," Carol asked as she walked into the room baffled.
"Grandma," Kyla yelled too loud if you ask Ryan. She ran over to the older Davies and wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. "You're awesome!"
"Who let Kyla have a drink," Carol asked holding her granddaughter at arm's length.
"I didn't know I had to watch her," Christie insisted with a shrug. "She said she only had one drink."
"Get her to bed Ryan, please," Carol chuckled handing the drunken girl off to her boyfriend. Ryan nodded and escorted the short brunette out of the room.
"He might need some help with that little firecracker," Christie chuckled as she followed the couple out the door.
Aiden stood up and moved shyly over to the older Davies, "Grandma," he whispered making invisible circles in the ground with his foot. "Did you bring back some gummy bears?"
"Don't I always," Carol smiled affectionately. "They're on the counter in the kitchen."
"Thanks," he said giving her a peck on the cheek. "Love you," he yelled as he barreled down the hallway to the kitchen with Danny, Brian, Tom and Rick hot on his tail.
"No running inside the house," Carol chastised shaking her head. She turned her attention to the newlyweds and smiled opening her arms up. "Get your butts over here and give me hug."
Ashley and Spencer grinned and immediately made their way over to her wrapping her in a loving hug. Eric cleared his throat and headed for the door, "I'm just going to go upload these videos."
"Send me a link," Carol said over Spencer's shoulder.
"Gotcha," Eric chuckled closing the door.
Carol released the couple with another smile, "Welcome home my girls. How was the honeymoon did you two have … fun?"
Spencer blushed and looked down. Ashley groaned, "Grandma? That's embarrassing."
"I take it you had a blast," Carol chuckled pinching Ashley's cheek. "And it's my job to embarrass you. I'm your grandma."
"If embarrassing me was a profession you'd be a very rich woman," Ashley joked with a light smile. "But yeah, it was amazing." The rocker replied looking at her wife adoringly, "She's amazing."
Carol smiled as tears gathered in her eyes. She watched in awe as the couple got lost in each other. This happiness… She would sacrifice anything to see this happiness in her granddaughter's eyes every day.
She would sacrifice … anything.
Ashley glanced at her grandmother. She frowned slightly when she saw a handful of tears trickle from the older Davies eyes. "Grandma, why are you crying," she asked cupping her cheeks and brushing away the tears.
"One little thing can start up the water works," Carol chuckled waving a hand dismissively. "It comes along with old age."
"So, happy tears," Ashley questioned.
"Definitely," Carol smiled.
Ashley returned the smile and kissed the older Davies' forehead. "Love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Grandma replied fighting back the onslaught of tears she could feel trying to push through. "So very much sweetheart, and that goes for the both of you." She pulled back and sniffled, "Now, what do you say we get back to that party."
"Now that you're here we can really party," Ashley replied wrapping her arm around Carol's shoulders as they exited the room. "You're quite the party animal."
"Oh, hush," Carol admonished with a blush.
"It's true," Ashley chuckled. "You're where I got it from."
"Really," Spencer asked amused.
"Oh yeah," the rocker replied raising an eyebrow. "We've got the home movies to prove it too."
"I was young," Carol muttered. "That's all I'm saying."
"Carol," Spencer mock gasped. "I thought I knew you!"
The next morning Kyla became acquainted with the Porcelain God and Ashley awoke with the headache to end all headaches. Spencer had only a minor headache and was conscious enough last night to get water into the both of them before they went to bed.
"Ow," Ashley groaned gripping her head.
"Here," Spencer offered as she reached onto the nightstand and handed the rocker some aspirin and a water bottle. "I came prepared," she informed.
The rocker took the items. "You sound like a condom commercial," she whispered hoarsely.
Spencer rolled her eyes and reclined next to her wife, "You're welcome," she deadpanned resting her head on her hand lying on her side.
"Thank you baby," Ashley replied giving the blonde a peck on the cheek. "You're the best wife anyone could ever ask for." She mumbled taking the pills and taking a quick swig of water.
"So, that was a fun night," Spencer spoke quietly for her wife's benefit.
Ashley sighed and closed her eyes, "I don't remember half of it," she replied.
"Don't worry," the blonde assured. "I'm sure Eric will show you the pictures later on."
"Pictures of what," the brunette asked slowly as her eyes shifted to meet her wife's.
"You and Christie running around the house claiming you're batman and superman," Spencer replied with a smile.
"What," Ashley replied.
"Yeah and that's not all."
"What else?"
"You both had panty hose over your heads."
The rocker face palmed, "Did your parents see?"
"Dad couldn't stop laughing," Spencer grinned.
"Oh God," Ashley muttered sliding her hand down her face. "I'm never gonna live that down. Why didn't you try to stop me?" She asked giving her wife a pointed look.
"You two were adorable," Spencer claimed.
"That's so embarrassing," the rocker moaned out turning toward her wife. Suddenly her face took on a panicked expression. "We didn't have sex last night did we? Please tell me I didn't miss out on that?"
Spencer gave her a deadpanned look, "Although I am the type to take advantage of a woman while she's in a drunken state, last night I was able to resist."
Ashley winced, "I didn't mean for the question to come out that way." She whispered.
"I know," Spencer shrugged it off. "You do get horny though when you are drunk. Well, more than what you usually are..."
Again Ashley winced. "Sorry about that," she apologized. "Wow, I seriously can't remember anything that happened last night. No more drinking … or at least no more drinking like I did last night."
"That would be nice," Spencer added.
"I swear no more," Ashley professed in all seriousness. "My partying and boozing days are over. I have responsibilities now and I want to be more … adult about how I handle them."
"Like dealing with your mother," the blonde prodded.
"Spencer, please," the rocker sighed.
"It can't be avoided forever," Spencer continued. "I'll be there with you when you talk to her if you want."
"Why do I have to be the one to talk to her," Ashley asked. "Why doesn't she talk to me?"
"You were the one that hit her," the blonde replied. "Although, we all wanted to do that in our heads you were the one who actually … did it," she added when she saw the rocker about to protest.
"She's dead to me," Ashley whispered.
"It's never too late to reconcile," Spencer said taking hold of the brunette's hand.
The rocker sighed again and shook her head, "Baby, I know you like to fix things and weed out the drama but … this is something that I don't think can be fixed."
"Ashley," the blonde whispered. "You don't have to pretend with me. I'm not one of your Trouble Makers or a fan. You don't have to put on this tough act with me. You're hurting and the last thing you need to do is close off."
Ashley remained silent as she looked down at their intertwined hands.
Spencer continued, "I don't want to push you on this but I'd rather do that than see you hurt like you have been."
The rocker nodded slowly. "I'll see what I can do but I'm not making any promises. Okay?"
"Okay," the blonde said with an encouraging grin.
"But," Ashley held up a finger as her eyes sparked with mischief. "If things don't work out between Christine and me, I'm going to be expecting hot 'I was wrong and you were right Ashley' sex when I get home."
"Sounds good," Spencer sighed out flopping onto her back and stretching idly.
Ashley eyed the blonde's breasts as they moved slowly up and down lustfully. She licked her dry lips and positioned herself over her wife. "How about we act out those dreams you were talking about earlier."
As the rocker leaned in for a kiss Spencer placed her hand over her wife's lips. "I will," she whispered. "Right after you brush your teeth... perhaps a little mouth wash too."
The rocker blushed and muttered a quick 'sorry' onto the hand before sliding off the bed and shuffling towards the bathroom.
After a few minutes Ashley walked back into the room displaying her freshly cleaned mouth with a proud smile. "Clean," she announced before jogging over to the bed and sliding on top of her wife. "Now, where were we?" She asked as she began nibbling on the blonde's neck.
The blonde giggled at the sensation. "I thought you were hung over," she breathed out.
Ashley lifted her head briefly only to continue her menstruations on the other side of the blonde's neck. "I read somewhere sex is a good remedy for hangovers," she mumbled in between nibbles.
"Where'd you read that," Spencer hissed gripping the rocker's hair.
"In the infamous Davies' Anatomy book of course."
The blonde chuckled and tugged at the rocker's hair until they were eye to eye. "Is that where you learned all your tricks," she asked running her thumb over Ashley's lips.
"Nope," Ashley husked taking the wandering thumb into her mouth briefly. "They came naturally… just like my love for you."
Spencer smiled, "If you're trying to woo your way into my pants consider me wooed." She whispered as she took hold of the rocker's hand and slid it into the front of her waist band.
Ashley gasped as her fingers came into contact with a flush amount of hot liquid. "All of that because of me," she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Mmmm hmmm," Spencer moaned as the rocker's finger prodded teasingly around her hole.
The rocker smiled as she watched the blonde squirm, "Tell me about these dreams," she purred lowering her lips onto her wife's.
After a good bout of love making, the couple freshly showered walked downstairs and into the kitchen hand in hand. Ryan was over by the stove cooking while Kyla sat with her forehead pressed onto the kitchen table where Eric sat reading his gaming magazine.
"Guys try to speak softly around Kyla," Ryan whispered.
The couple nodded. The rocker cleared her throat, "Hey Kyla," Ashley yelled earning a smack from Spencer on the back of head and a on the arm from Ryan.
"I hate you," the short brunette groaned not bothering to lift her head.
"You only had one drink," Ashley shot back as she took a seat on the counter. "Toughen up you big baby," she added as she pulled Spencer in between her legs and wrapped her arms around the blonde's shoulders.
"Are you kidding me," Kyla countered looking up at her sister with a frown. "Is that how much I said I had last night to you guys?" She asked.
"Yeah," Spencer nodded.
"I had one bottle of tequila," the short brunette corrected. "Not a drink a whole bottle."
"That makes more sense," Ryan said thoughtfully.
"Who would have thought a prude like you would have it in them to do that. You go girl," Eric laughed holding up his hand for a hi-five. He got a finger instead.
"Like sister like sister," Spencer chuckled leaning back into the rocker.
"Breakfast is up," Ryan announced as he set a plate down in front of his girlfriend and Eric.
Kyla's stomach lurched at the sight of food. "Uh…" she moaned.
Ashley smirked, "Doesn't that food look delicious Ky," she teased. "Ryan did a good job. It smells great. You should take a big waft of it. Take it all in."
Kyla quickly pressed a hand over her mouth and rushed to the nearest bathroom. Ryan shot Ashley a disapproving look and chased after her.
Eric let out a belly laugh, "Classic," he sighed out before getting into his food.
"No, that was mean," Spencer admonished crossing he arms.
"Just having a little fun baby," Ashley said kissing the blonde's cheek before resting her head on the blonde's shoulder. "I'll apologize to her later," she whispered in her ear.
"Whipped," Eric muttered.
"What was that," the rocker asked with narrowed eyes.
"Whipped cream," Eric said standing up. "Whipped cream is what these pancakes need." He added before heading to the refrigerator.
"That better be what you said," Ashley hissed.
Ryan walked back into the kitchen and glared at the rocker, "Real mature Ashley."
"I know right," the rocker joked.
"I hate that I even cooked you breakfast," the bass player muttered. "You don't deserve my extra special delicious pancakes."
"Why'd you cook anyways," Eric asked as he sprayed some whipped cream onto his stack of pancakes. "The kitchen is mainly Grandma's domain."
"Yeah I know," Ryan replied leaning against the counter. "She said she was tired so I left her to sleep and took care of the cooking."
Ashley frowned, "It's almost eleven and Grandma's still in bed?"
"Yeah, weird I know," the bass player shrugged.
"Is she okay," Spencer asked in concern.
Ryan nodded, "Yep. I asked her and she said she was fine just tired. We were all up pretty late into the night with the party and all."
The rocker nodded. "Yeah …" she trailed off. "Besides, she'd tell us if something was wrong. You know how Grandma is about health."
"You know what my mom's policy on health is," Eric said. He proceeded to talk in a deep southern gruff voice. "If it looks strange and it wasn't there last night, go to the doctors!"
"Dude," Ryan chuckled. "What's up with the southern accent? You're from California."
Eric shrugged, "Everything sounds more meaningful with a southern accent."
"Right," Ashley said slowly. "You two get dressed."
"For?" Eric asked.
The rocker rolled her eyes. "You guys we're supposed to do the final walk through of the studio to give our final approval today. Remember?"
"Oh yeah," Ryan replied with a smile.
"We have to make sure Davies' Records lives up to its name not only in record sales but in looks as well which means it's got to be, or at least close to, perfection," Ashley said puffing out her chest.
"Okay Ms. Cocky," Ryan joked as he left the room.
"How do you put up with her," Eric asked Spencer as he shuffled out of the room.
"Being madly in love with her helps," the blonde replied turning in Ashley's arms to face the rocker. "It helps a lot." She added placing her hands on the brunette's thighs.
"Can you believe all of this," Ashley asked running her fingers through Spencer's hair. "We're married, I'm about to open up my own recording studio and you're going to be a big time director."
"And we're doing it all together," Spencer whispered leaning towards the rocker.
"Forever," Ashley added bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss.
The End
Awww sad to see it go but there will be sequel and another story I'm working on. Quick question, what would you say was your favorite part in the story? Thanks for everything guys!
