Candice stares at the arrivals and the departures on the giant screen at the airport. Los Angeles to New York, Scheduled Arrival: 8:45 PM, ON TIME. The red words ran by repeatedly as she read it over a couple times to make sure she got the gate right. She smiled to herself, dragging her suitcase along with her to go greet her boyfriend. The second he landed they had to board a flight to South Africa. She spots him immediately walking through the gate with a backpack and a duffle bag and smiles, but he doesn't see her. He looked really refreshed. She watches him wait for his luggage and decides to sneak up on him. "Hey stranger." she whispers into his ear before wrapping her arms around him from behind and placing a kiss on his neck.

"Hey there pretty lady." He greets, "Let me grab my luggage and then I'll lay a wet one on that mug of yours." Blake spots his giant suitcase making it's way around and grabs it. The superstar turns around and finally gets a good look at his girlfriend. She's in a long casual dress with floral prints on it. The dress shows us her shoulders beautifully and he wants to kiss them. The two hadn't been intimate in a long time, Blake couldn't even remember the last time. They were always busy and most of the times their schedules had them states away from each other and when they were together they were too tired.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." He cups her face with both of his hands to get her face extremely close to his. All she can do is grin like a school girl, she knew Blake hated PDA but for her he was willing to compromise. She melted when he leaned in for a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue lightly grazing her bottom lip.

"How was the trip home?" she asks, feeling him take her hand in his free one.

"Good. It was really good just hanging with both my parents and also getting to hang out with them separately. Dad and I went golfing, went to a basketball game, and went to one of the properties he was currently designing. Mom and I went shopping, well she went on a shopping spree with my card but's I'm fine with that, went to lunch, she took me to her dance class which a complete disaster, and all her old lady friends were over me." Blake leaves out one important detail, Maryse. His parents ended up not waking him up for breakfast that morning cause according to them 'he needed all the sleep he could get'. And shit, they were right. Instead he slept through the entire afternoon. When he called the former diva to ask her why she just left she says she didn't want to wake him. Going home was a great choice and he was glad that before he left they promised to do more, much more. His decision regarding his career was clear now.

"I'm glad to here that." She says, resting her head on his shoulder as they waited in line to go through security.

"Do you think that I can just walk past and not go through security, I mean I just got off a fucking five hour flight and I don't think I have time to make a bomb." he says, whispering the last part. Candice nudges him lightly.

"You can't say that at an airport. You of all people should know that." she speaks with her voice lowered, making sure know one around them can hear her. But secretly she wants to laugh. His humor is dry and sarcastic, which makes him come off as an asshole but she loves it. She loves him. The supermodel would normally find this unattractive but on Blake it works.

"How long is the flight babe?" he questions, taking a step through the scanner as instructed.

"Seventeen hours." she tells him, as another TSA agent looks through her purse. She laughs hearing him groan while the man patting him down looks at him strangely.

"I'm not sleepy so get ready to talk to be for all those hours."

"You wish." The two walk hands their ticket in before walking through the terminal and get shown their assigned seats. "Hopefully first class will ease your pain of a long flight." She says. Their seats were sorta spaced out between all the others in first class, it was kinda like having a private cubicle which was good. Right away Blake turns his chair into a bed and pats on the seat next to him. "The attendant is going to tell you to sit up straight for take off you know?"

"Everyone should just cut me some slack cause I've been on a plane more than I've been on land today. And don't they know who I am?" he asks, playfully pointing to his face. Candice laughs at him. He's such a goof. It's good that he doesn't take himself too seriously, cause honestly with his looks and his build he could be the biggest egomaniac. She takes a seat next to him refusing to lean her chair back knowing they would have to be sitting straight with their seat belts on soon enough, no matter how persistent Blake was being.

"Don't try to snuggle with me later then, cause I no longer want to." Blake noticeably slides away from her and begin to play with the remote to the small screen in front of him.

"That's fine. I'm sure I can find someone else who will." she says, playfully brushing her hand across his lap as she looked around all these business men that were going to be in first class with them. "Do you want to know something fun?" Her voice becomes a bit husky and Blake's attention is all hers. "We have another two hour flight once we land."

"You can't tease me like that. This is considered bullying. And why?" he groans again, closing his eyes.

"My parents kinda live on a dairy farm."

"Wait, so we're are spending almost a week on a milk farm?"

"Well there are other animals there too. And don't worry there is a beach a couple miles out. Houses are miles and miles apart, it's much different from LA or New York. You'll like it. I promise." She leans down and kisses him quickly and pats his toned chest. "I'll make it worth your while."

"I hope you're a woman of your words."


He yawns and blink a couple times, it's dim and he has no idea what time it is. He shrugs off the blanket that is now tangled around his legs and drapes it over Candice who's asleep. Blake stands up and stretches his body a few times before sitting back and grabbing the headset that is plugged to the screen. He picks a documentary about the government's spending. He's kinda interested in it but he keeps it to himself because everyone thinks he full of shit when he talks about it. And the other were comedies that were very low in ratings.

"Excuse mam, how many hours do we have left?" He's too lazy to go into his backpack and check the time, so the flight attendant serving food was perfect. She smiles and hands him a menu.

"A breakfast burrito with egg whites. Fruit and yogurt on the side please."

"Sir, it's dinner time. And you have another seven hours to go."

"Dinner would take too long to make and it's always time for breakfast." He flashes her a bright smile hoping it can sway her into serving him breakfast.

"Okay. I'll ask the cook."

"Thanks, Ms. umm ugh... what's your name?"

"Nancy is fine." She smiles back before rolling the food cart down the rest of the aisle. He pulls up the window cover and they must be flying through somewhere that is about to get a sunrise. From his window view, the skies are cloudy with an orange tint surrounding what he thinks is the sun. He looks over at Candice and her back is facing him so the light wouldn't wake her up. The superstar decides that now would be the perfect time to get some reading done. He digs around in his backpack looking around for the book he was reading on his earlier flight. It's a book about South Africa, specially Mooi River, Candice's hometown and where they were going to spend most of their time. ", here's your breakfast." He pulls out the mini table against the wall, and allows her to set up the food.

"Thanks, Nancy." He whispers, sending her an appreciative nod, one she probably look the wrong way since she winked back. He begins eating, still reading the book. He's almost done and with his busy schedule sometimes multitasking was the only way to get stuff done. He closes the book just in time as Candice begins shifting around and resting her blue eyes on him. "Morning pretty lady."

"How do you have breakfast?" she asks, sitting up slowly. She smiles, as he hands her his cup of yogurt and a spoon.

"Nancy talked to the cook for me." He says. Candice immediately shot an eyebrow up as she stared at her boyfriend who continued eating his meal. "She's the fly attendant, but I wouldn't call her over anymore cause she kinda winked at me after she handed me the plate." She nods and doesn't question what he just told her.

"You're a strange boy, Blake. I'm going to ask someone that isn't Nancy so I can get a hold of some dinner."


He looks out the window and all he can see are fields, empty fields, crops, and animals here and there. This the third and last plane ride for today. And he's glad. Apparently her parents lived a couple hours out of town and on a dairy farm. He can't tell if he's tired from flying or just tired from getting off a plane then getting on another one.

"Prepare for landing, guys." The pilots say, turning his head to the both of them for a moment before keeping his eyes up front.

"I'm so excited." she says, giving Blake's knee a squeeze. He just smiles and nods at her, the superstar can't help but to think how cute she looks with her headset on. It was their only way of hearing each other since the altitude was really high. He laughs feeling a tight squeeze on his hand as the small plane they were on was landing. There were a couple bumps, but one huge bump actually caused Candice to fly out of seat and hit her head on the ceiling a bit. "You're an asshole." Blake's face is a bit red from laughing so hard. He tries to catch his breath but can't. Candice pushes his shoulder lightly, before taking the pilot's hand and hopping off the small plane.

"I'm sorry babe, but you should've seen your face." He still lets out a small chuckle, grabbing all their luggage from the back seat. "Where the hell are we?" Blake looks around and if he didn't know better he was literally in the middle of nowhere. There were a few small planes parked around them and a couple cars. He adjusts the baseball cap he has on and throws on the pair of sunglasses that were causing on a dip along his t-shirt.

"This is the one of the smaller private airports." She tells him. He follows the supermodel and listen to her speak her native tongue to a man that walked up to them. Blake stands behind her as the older man says something to her and then begins walking towards a lot of cars. "Come on, we gotta go to our taxi. His name is Sam and he's taking us to my parents." They walk what feels like a mile and soon arrive in front of a rusty looking jeep. Blake takes the back seat with all the luggage as Candice and the man sit up front and began talking. He wish he understood what they were saying. The view of the countryside keeps his company during the short ride and before he knew it they were walking up a ridiculously long driving with all their luggage.

"I'm nervous. I hope your father doesn't mind shaking a sweaty hand." he jokes, but he's sorta serious too.

"They will love you as much as I do, trust me." She rubs his shoulder as they are walking up towards the front porch. Blake was blown away by the property, it was so peaceful and big.

"Candy, honey is that you?" a deep voice spoke opening the door. Blake look at him through the sunlight in his face. The man who he assumed to be her father was a bit sorta than him and in a decent shape.

"Hello Mr. Swanepoel, I'm Blake Cross." He stuck out his hand awaiting a handshake and was greeted with a pretty firm handshake and then he was pulled in to a man hug of sorts. "Beautiful property you have here, sir."

"Call me William or Will, don't need to be so formal." He pats Blake's back and wraps an arm around Candice placing a kiss on the side of her head, leading the two into the house.

"Mom!" Candice ran over to a blonde woman with shorter hair who seemed to have been gardening up to this point. Blake smiles as Candice wraps her arms around her mother, they really do look a like. Except her mother is obviously older and has a bob cut going on. "This is Blake."

"Hi Blake. I'm Eileen." she spoke enthusiastically, giving Blake a big hug and a kiss. "You're much more handsome in person. Put the luggage down, have a seat." He smiles at her politely, sitting down next to Candice on the couch as her parents at on another on the side of them. Blake angles his body towards hers just slightly, lets his hand sit just behind her. If she moves too much, she ends up bumping into him. His fingertips barely grazing over her butt when she does. She knows that he knows it's not the time or the place. But she secretly likes it, she just hopes it's not obvious. "Honey, I wished your brother could've of joined us. But you kids got a life all your own and I'll take what I can get. So how was your flight?"

"Got lots of sleep, but it was long." She tells them. "Poor Blake had to fly from California to New York then the second he got off that flight he hopped right on to the one that landed us in Johannesburg then we had to catch the small plane here."

"That sounds like a pain. But are you used to it? Candy tells me you're a professional wrestler." Will asked. Blake shrugs before thanking Eileen for the tea she just set in front of him.

"The company doesn't really like us referring to ourselves as 'professional wrestlers'." he says with a chuckle using air quotes, "It's good to here that word. I'm still not used to it and we travel so much I sometimes have no idea what state or city I'm in." Everyone laughs along with him as Candice leaned in to him for a few moments. But Blake isn't laughing about what everyone is, he's laughing at how Candice is secretly sending him glares about where his hand is. He knows that she's not actually mad, so it's quite amusing.

"I think you're the second or third boy Candy has brought home, it's good to know what kinda guy my daughter is hanging around with."

"Dad." Candice hushes him, hoping to not make Blake feel awkward.

"No, it's fine. I'm glad we're finally meeting. I wouldn't want you to think I'm a serial killer or that I'm avoiding meeting you both. It's just schedules are complicated." he smiles, looking over at Candice. He's glad he's getting chuckles out of her parents, he was kind of expecting to be interrogated but he also remembered he isn't in high school. They're all adults here. Candice gives her parents a wide smile, probably a bit too wide, because Blake's playing with the back of her dress where the buttons happened to be, where no one can see his hand and what it's doing. Blake finds himself sitting there listening to Candice and her parents catch up, his thumb moving back and forth slowly at the small of her back where he's slipped it beneath the fabric. His hand finally left her back when Eileen told them to put their luggage away upstairs as she went to prepare dinner.

"Are you sure your parents are alright with us sharing the same bed?" he asks, walking into her room and looking around.

"I'm sure they aren't naive." He then hears her laugh at him, but he's too busy smiling at a picture sitting in front of her vanity. It's Candice, maybe around six or seven years old. Her blonde ponytail is messy and she's sitting on a horse. "You want to go to the beach after dinner?" He smiles feeling her arms wrap around his waist.

"Sure, whatever you wanna do just drag me along because I'm kind of a tourist. And you were such a cutie pie." he teases, showing her the pictures.

"So glad, I grew into my ears."

"I think big ears are a turn on though, I would find you much much more sexy if you had large elephant ears." He wiggles both her ears before placing a few kisses on her. Her mother soon comes up and tells them that dinner is ready, Blake notices the smile Eileen gives her daughter. Hopefully it means that they approve of him. They eat in the living room, because Will is dead set on watching this rugby game. Blake repeatedly tells them how great it is to have a home cook meal and every time Eileen blushes. Upon request, Blake tells them about work. He doesn't like to talk too much about it just cause he feels like he's bragging. Candice updates her parents on her career and her lifestyle in New York. She tells them about a couple of photo shoots and fashion shows she has coming up and all Blake can do is smile, he's so proud of her. Candice spends most of her night laughing. And trading looks with Blake, who hasn't said a whole lot, but when he has, it's made everyone laugh. He just smiles at her when they're done eating.

"Candy, are you gonna take Blake out on the jeep later and show him around?" Will asks, eating the last bit of his food.

"I told him we would check out the beach, but I'll still need the wrangler to get down there."

"You'll love it, it's so beautiful. Maybe you'll make it down there in time for sunset." Eileen says, getting up to grab their dishes.

"Mom, I'll do the dishes tonight." Candice offers immediately, grabbing the rest of the plates from her mother. She signals Blake to head to the kitchen with her, he immediately gets up from his seat and follows her. Honestly, the least she can do is help clean up, so she gathers everyone's dishes and Blake follows behind. The superstar offers to wash, but he rarely does dishes and wouldn't want to leave their dishes unclean. "Babe, you're the last person I would ask to do dishes. Doesn't a cleaning lady stop by your house once a week to do that?" She jokes, but he's surprised how the supermodel does it quickly, just dumping everything into the dishwasher and puts the leftover food containers in the fridge. The supermodel weaves their fingers together and says, " Come on, let's get dressed. I wanna catch the sunset."

"If we don't make it tonight, we can go tomorrow. We're here for days." He tells, digging through for one of the many swimming trunks he packed. He looks over at her to see her in laying out a coral two piece on her bed. "Hey, we can be twins. I have a reddish one. It kinda makes me look like a lifeguard, but I don't plan on saving a bunch of kids." She laughs at him, Blake isn't even looking at her but he can guess she rolled her eyes, which she did. The superstar ties up the strings on his shorts before asking, "Do I need a shirt?"

"It's up to you." Before he can truly decide Candice drags him out, this sunset must mean a lot to her if she won't even let him dig for his flip flops. He ends up borrowing a pair of her dad's which is kind of small on him. "I haven't driven in forever I'm excited." Blake looks at her for a moment.

"Wait, when's the last time you were behind the wheel?" He tugs his seatbelt a little tighter.

"God, I can't even remember. Um, probably before I moved to New York full time." She starts the engine and stares at the gears a little which only makes Blake more nervous. There's no windows on this car, everything is kinda wide open and he doesn't feeling like dying. He takes a deep breath feeling the car move in reverse, if he calculated correctly Candice hasn't really driven in five or six years.


"You're mom was right, this beach is beautiful. And it's so off grid." Blake says staring at the beautiful blue water. Beaches are never this clean nowadays. He looks around and there is a few people around by there is distance between everyone. He left the sandals in the car. Normally sand annoyed him cause he would always step on something, but this sand was different. It was almost white. "And you're a good driver. You'll be driving me around from now on, young lady."

"Driving in New York is much different. Even LA is different. I just drove down an empty dirt road." she says, grabbing his hand and leading him into the water. Blake laughs watching her get on her toes as she let's the water rise on her body.

"How deep are we going in?" The water was only reaching his stomach now, but the water was around her chest.

"This is good." He smiles feeling her arms wrap around his neck. Candice then pressed her body tightly to his, and her legs were slightly around his waist. "You're hand is on my butt."

"I know." He smirks, "I'm being a good boyfriend, I don't want you to fall and drown."

"Okay, then why was hand all over me today?" This was her time to smirk. She could feel something in Blake's shorts as he carried her a little deeper into the water.

"I was obviously feeling the fabric of your dress. Was that vintage?" He asks. Now he was mocking her a bit. Blake knew how much fashion was a huge part of her life and she always tells him about what's 'in season' and what designer is having shows in Paris this year.

"Kiss me," she says. He lets out this little sound she's never heard. He makes it sound like she's tormenting him or something, like they shouldn't be doing this. She thinks that's bullshit. "Blake. Kiss me." But once again she remembers PDA isn't his thing, she follows his gaze as he holds her close. His blue eyes are looking around a couple of people that seem to be staring. But when he does, it's not a delicate, gentle kiss like she would have expected.

"I'm kinda hungry again." He says, kissing along her jawline. She laughs at him, feeling them both drift deeper in the water. He's a great kisser, but Candice would never admit that to him. She likes that fact that he tries hard with her. "And you smell really good. I kinda want to go to bed." He whispers in her ear, as she can feel him carrying her slowly back to shore. Candice can't help but smirk knowing that he wasn't actually wanting to go to bed.

"Bed sounds good, I'm sleepy. I hope you keep your snoring down, I wouldn't want my parents to hear." She knows that he doesn't snore, and he knew she was talking in a riddle. She couldn't be sleepy. She slept the whole plane ride over, but her parents being so close wasn't something Blake wanted to risk. He laughs as he carries her all the way to car as the sand stick to the bottom of his feet. The skies are dimming down and he can feel a light breeze, he's still wet so he's a little bit cold. He grabs a towel from the backseat as Candice pulls off the beach and back on the road.