Bridget had ordered Franky's birthday dinner from the brunette's friend who had also catered their wedding. The food had arrived right on time, and they were all now just sitting down to enjoy it.
"This is lovely, babe." The brunette gave Bridget a kiss as she took her spot beside her at the dining table.
"Did you hear anything back about the restaurant yet?" Vera asked as they began eating. She caught the look from the blonde out of the corner of her eye.
"No, nothing yet." Franky knew the twenty four hours was almost up, and she was starting to worry, that in this case, no news was actually bad news. She'd been checking her phone all day to make sure she hadn't missed a call or message from Nathan, but Bridget had made her put it on silent and leave it in their bedroom for the duration of the dinner.
"Maybe he's just waiting to hear back from the seller. Some people don't reply right away for whatever reason." Liz tried to offer the brunette some comfort. She knew that Franky really wanted to get this place, and she could sense that the young woman was concerned.
"Yeah, I'm going to try not to think about it too much. It's out of my hands now." Frank took a sip of her water, then began to eat.
When the meal was over, Emily quickly went to her room.
"Where's she going?" the brunette asked no one in particular. It was obvious that the young girl was headed to her bedroom, but what Franky had really meant to ask was why she had gone there so quickly.
Bridget simply shrugged. She knew that Emily had made the brunette something for her birthday, so she assumed she was on her way to get that now. Her niece had been very secretive about what she'd been up to for the past week, choosing to spend some time each evening in her room alone with the door closed.
"I made you a present." Emily handed Franky the item she'd gotten from her room. As the brunette looked through it, she continued. "It's a book of my favorite things we've done together. That's when we made lasagne for Auntie Bridge." She explained the drawing on the current page.
"The first time we met?" It was a good memory for Franky as well, but she was a bit surprised that Emily would choose it to be in the book.
"Yeah, you were really nice to me." The young girl smiled up at her.
"I had fun that night too, bub." Franky reached out and put her arm around her, pulling her in close to her side.
"This is when you took me for ice cream, and asked if you could ask Auntie Bridget to marry you." Emily reached out and turned the page. "And the next one is when we went to buy the ring."
The young girl explained each of the pictures as Franky turned the pages. She'd included their day at Luna Park, helping Franky at the Centre after school, being part of her team for the finale of the show, as well as a few others.
Franky was touched that Emily had made such a thoughtful gift for her, and she wiped her eyes as she sat it on the table. A lot of the memories had been ones the brunette would have expected to be included, but there were a couple, such as their impromptu dance party they had in the living room one day, that had taken her by surprise. It was something she'd just thought would be fun at the time. She hadn't realized that it would be something that would stand out in the young girl's mind.
"Are you sad?" Emily asked, having seen Franky wipe her eyes.
"No, bub, they're happy tears." The brunette gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I love it, thank you so much."
"Well, speaking of presents, Vera and I have something for you as well. For both of you, really." Liz spoke up after Emily had finished giving her gift to Franky.
"Guys, we said no presents," the brunette sighed.
"I know, but this is for both of you, and since you didn't want wedding gifts either, we can say this is partly for that as well." Liz wasn't taking no for an answer. Franky had always had trouble accepting gifts, but this was something that she and Vera had wanted to do for them, and so that was that. "Vera." She gave Vera a small nod, indicating that she should explain what they had picked out.
"Ah, right. We've booked a private cabin for you guys on the Melbourne Star. You'll have it all to yourself, and you'll get to see the city, and there are drinks and refreshments included." She handed the brunette the printout of their confirmation number and itinerary.
"Guys, this is awesome." Franky looked over the paper. "I've never done this. Have you, Gidge?"
"No, never. It'll be fun." She gave the brunette a kiss on the cheek on her way by to take her plate to the sink.
"Ah, part of the gift is that we're going to stay and clean up." Liz got up quickly to take the dirty dish from the blonde's hand.
"And I'm going to stay with Em until you guys get home," Vera said. "And there's no rush. I thought we could have a little pyjama party and board games night." She smiled at the young girl.
"Thanks, you guys." Franky stood and went to each of them, giving them a kiss on the cheek.
"Should we get changed before we go?" Bridget asked the brunette. They had all dressed up a bit for the dinner, but she hadn't planned on going anywhere afterwards.
"It's up to you, but you already look beautiful." Franky put an arm around the blonde, and gave her a quick kiss.
"So do you." She smiled at the younger woman. "Let's go then, yeah?"
They opted to take a cab since the ride on the Melbourne Star included drinks. Normally, they both would say they were okay to drive after just one drink, but they'd made a promise to Emily to be extra careful.
"This was such a cool idea," Franky said, looking up as they approached the large wheel.
"Yeah, I just wish I wasn't afraid of heights." A small smile appeared on the blonde's face, which she quickly hid as the younger woman looked over at her.
"You are?" The brunette searched her memory, but couldn't come up with a reason that she would have known this before. "We don't have to get on it if you don't want to."
The look of concern on Franky's face almost made Bridget feel bad that she was joking around with her.
"No, baby. I'm not really afraid. I was just kidding around." The blonde stretched up, and placed a kiss on the younger woman's lips. "I think it'll be amazing."
"You must be the Westfalls." The attendant greeted them as they approached their cabin on the wheel.
"We are," Franky responded as she felt the older woman squeeze her hand slightly. They both still felt that bit of excitement when they were reminded in some way that they were finally married.
"Excellent. Follow me." He led them into the cabin, which had been set up with a small selection of foods, including a charcuterie board, fresh fruits, and a plate of chocolates. "Would you like tea, coffee, wine, or sparkling wine?"
"Wine?" Bridget asked the brunette, who nodded in confirmation. "We'll have the wine, please."
He poured two glasses of red wine, and waited until they had settled on the couch in the centre of the cabin before handing them each a glass.
"I'll leave you to enjoy the views." He gave them a smile and stepped out of the cabin, securing the door behind him.
The blonde took a sip of her wine, and sighed as she felt Franky place a gentle kiss on the side of her neck, then place an arm around her.
"This is beautiful." Bridget whispered, resting her head against the brunette's shoulder.
"Mm, it reminds me of the night in the hotel room." Franky looked out through the large glass panels as they began their slow rise over the city. She absentmindedly moved her fingers over the blonde's upper arm.
"That was a good night." Bridget smiled remembering how good it felt to finally be able to be alone in the same room, and not have a time limit on their visit.
"Yeah it was. A comfortable bed, a hot girl, good food." Franky nodded as she spoke.
"Good sex," Bridget said with a small laugh.
"Well, that goes without saying. It's always good sex with me, babe." The brunette winked at her as she took a chocolate for herself, then held out the tray to the other woman.
The blonde simply smiled and shook her head as she took a candy from the tray. The cocky side of Franky had always been a turn on, because it was paired with the loving, caring, attentive, and protective side as well. She finished eating her chocolate, then tipped her head back, and reached up to pull the brunette's lips down to meet hers.
Franky placed her hand on the side of the older woman's neck, and ran her thumb down the middle of her throat and between her collarbones as she nipped at Bridget's bottom lip before resuming their kiss.
"I love you," the blonde whispered with her eyes still closed.
"I love you, too." The younger woman placed a quick kiss on Bridget's lips, then pulled her snug against her side. She would have gladly kept going, but she wanted them both to be able to take in the view around them, and enjoy the generous gift that their friends had given them.
An hour later, their cabin came to a stop back at the point where they had begun. The attendant opened the door.
"Welcome back, I hope that you enjoyed the trip." He smiled at each of them as they exited the cabin.
"We did, thank you. It was lovely." Bridget placed a hand on his arm as she passed by.
"Thank you." Franky reached out and shook his hand, then put her arm around the blonde, as they made their way down the walkway towards the main road.
The brunette felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. When she turned on the screen, she saw that she had three missed calls, and a voicemail; all from Nathan.
"Uh, I need to check this, sorry. I'll just be a second." Franky hated doing business on their date, but she knew that it might be something important. She quickly opened the voicemail.
Franky, it's Nathan. I just wanted to let you know that the seller has accepted your offer,
and the property is all yours! Congratulations, you're now a restaurant owner. I'll meet you
there with the paperwork in the morning, but in the meantime, if you're itching to get in
there, the code on the lockbox is 0701. See you in the morning!
"Franky, what is it?" Bridget had waited patiently while the brunette had listened to the message, but she was anxious to know if it had been news about the restaurant. Her wife's silence was hard to read.
"I got it." Franky said quietly, then a huge smile lit up her face. "I fucking got it!" She wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde and picked her up, spinning them both around in a circle. "I got it!"
"That's fantastic, baby!" Bridget placed a hand on each of the brunette's cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss.
"I want you to see it. I want to take you there now before we go home." It had just occurred to Franky that the blonde hadn't come to any of the viewings with her and now that she actually owned it for certain, she wanted to share all of the ideas she had for the space with her.
"I'd love that." Bridget giggled as the brunette took her hand and hurried towards the end of the walkway so they could hail a cab.
When they pulled up to the building, Franky could feel her heart racing. All the years she'd dreamed of this, and now it was finally becoming a reality. The first step was complete. She was excited to see it again herself, but she was even more excited to be sharing it with the blonde. This represented the second of her major life goals. The first had been marrying Bridget, and the third, of course, was having a baby with her.
Her hands shook as she entered the code into the lockbox and retrieved the key. She felt the blonde's hand resting on her back, comforting her, and her head leaning against her shoulder as she opened the door.
They stepped in, and Franky turned on just the lights over the counter first, then the dim ones in the dining area, and finally the brighter ones that lit up the whole place.
"I love it." Bridget could see why the brunette had chosen this place. It had great architecture, and she had no doubt that the younger woman already had big plans in mind for it.
"I'm going to take out all the dark accents and paint the walls white. The new accents will be pops of color. During the warmer days, we can open up the sliding doors in the back, and it'll be light and airy. Then," she reached over and turned off the brighter lights. "In the evening, we can kind of tone things down for the dinner service. This is the counter I want to change to butcher block." Franky ran her hand along the surface.
Hearing the brunette talk about her passion, and seeing the excitement in her eyes was something that Bridget found very attractive.
"It's going to look amazing." The blonde wrapped her arms around the younger woman's neck, and connected their lips.
Franky took Bridget in her arms and turned them so that the blonde's back was against the counter. She felt the older woman step to the side, and turn them again so that the brunette was the one now with her back to the counter.
Normally, Bridget was happy to let Franky do whatever she wanted with her, but tonight, she was feeling a bit more bold. The blonde bent her knees slightly, and placed a hand on the back of each of Franky's thighs. She tried to lift but the younger woman didn't budge. When she tried again, unsuccessfully, she felt Franky smile against her lips.
"Do you want me on the counter, babe?" the brunette asked as she kissed Bridget's jaw.
"That's what I was trying, yeah." The blonde let out a small giggle.
Franky placed her hands on the edge of the counter behind her, and lifted herself up onto it.
"You make that seem so easy when you do it to me," Bridget sighed.
"I'm bigger than you, and taller." The brunette gave her wife another kiss.
"I know." The blonde turned her head, and rested it against Franky's shoulder so her nose brushed against the younger woman's neck. She stepped in close, and wrapped her arms tightly around her body. "You feel good."
"So do you." Franky smiled. The way Bridget held her reminded her of how they danced at their wedding. "I have an idea." The brunette retrieved her phone from her pocket, and chose a song from one of her playlists. "Let's dance," she said, placing her phone down beside her.
"Here?" The blonde lifted her head, and gave Franky a questioning look.
"Yeah, I want to dance with you." Franky gave her a soft kiss, and pushed herself off the counter.
"So I do get to dance with you on your birthday after all." Bridget smiled up at the brunette as they started to sway to the music.
"Mhm." Franky gave a small nod. They danced for a moment before the brunette broke the silence. "I think we should call your doctor on Monday. I know we said that I should get this started first, but Gidge, I really really really want to have a baby with you. From what I've read it'll probably take at least a couple of months to get through the whole process, and I can work on this in the meantime."
"You really really really want to have a baby with me?" The blonde repeated the younger woman's words back to her.
"More than anything." Franky looked into her blue eyes.
"Well, I did talk to my doctor the other day, and she said she'd be happy to take you, and any of our future children on as patients, but that we'd need to start the process with the fertility clinic, not with her." Bridget smiled at the look of surprise on the brunette's face. She'd known that Franky was never going to wait until things were fully up and running with the restaurant. In fact, she figured the only thing that had really slowed her down up until now was the fact that she'd been away filming the show.
"How did…" The brunette trailed off, amazed at how well her wife knew her.
"I've noticed what you've been reading on your phone when I come to bed at night. Plus, I just know you by now. I know when you've got your mind set on something, and you're ready to do it." Bridget had also noticed Franky entering data into an app on her phone that she had guessed was some sort of menstrual cycle tracker. "So I guess we should find a fertility clinic and make an appointment."
"Yeah, we should." The brunette gave her a small smile before she connected their lips.
The next song started to play, and the blonde rested her head against the younger woman's shoulder again, and closed her eyes. It always felt like they were in their own little world when she did that. She was surrounded by Franky on all sides, she could feel her breathing, she could smell her, and if she listened carefully, she could hear her heart beating. She could feel the brunette's fingers trailing slowly up and down the middle of her lower back, causing her to shiver. They danced for another song before Bridget spoke.
"I think we should go home, baby," she said, placing a small kiss on Franky's neck.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" The younger woman had a pretty good idea why, but she always enjoyed making Bridget say it.
The blonde lifted her head so that her lips were next to Franky's ear. "Because I want to have my way with you and there are far too many people walking by for me to do that here."
"Am I getting birthday sex?" The brunette couldn't help but smirk, as she glanced out at the people passing by on the sidewalk.
"Maybe." Bridget gave her a soft, slow kiss.
Franky laughed softly. "Okay, let's go."
The brunette quietly opened the front door when they arrived home. They could tell once they went in through the gate that most of the lights were off, meaning that Vera and Emily were probably both asleep.
When they reached the end of the hallway, they could see that there was one small light left on in the kitchen, and a note on the island.
"We were both pretty tired after a couple of games, so we went to bed. I'm in the guest room, hope you don't mind." Franky read the note then tossed it back onto the island. "I guess we'll just have to be a bit quieter."
"You might find that hard." Bridget smirked as she saw the brunette's eyes slide down her body, then back up again. She knew what that look meant, but she had other plans tonight. "Go get ready, and I'll meet you in there."
The brunette raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue with her..
The older woman waited until Franky had gone into the bedroom, and closed the door before she took what she needed from the kitchen, and closet in the entryway.
She laid on the bed, waiting for Bridget. She'd had her close all evening, and her body was more than ready for whatever the other woman had in mind for the rest of the night.
The blonde opened the door just enough she could stick her head into the room.
"Close your eyes." She didn't want Franky to see what she was bringing in with her. Once the brunette had complied, she made her way to the bedside table, and carefully placed the items into the drawer. "You can open them now," she said softly as she began to undress. She felt the younger woman's eyes on her, and smiled. She was a confident person anyway, but the way Franky enjoyed her body made her feel even more so.
When she had rid herself of all her clothes, she crawled into bed, and positioned herself so that she was straddling the brunette's hips. She leaned forward and lowered herself so that their lips were almost touching. When Franky tried to connect their lips, Bridget pulled back just out of reach, and smiled as the younger woman let out a sigh of frustration.
"It's like that tonight, is it?" Franky asked with a grin.
"Mhm. I'm in charge." The blonde lowered her head and gently brushed her lips against the younger woman's. She had intended to tease her a bit more, but she suddenly felt Franky's arms wrap around her tightly, and flip them over. She tried to resist, but she'd been too slow to realize what was happening, and before she knew it, she was on her back with the brunette settled in between her legs.
"Are you sure?" Franky pushed her hips forward and heard Bridget moan beneath her. "That's what I thought." the brunette whispered next to her ear as she placed a kiss on the older woman's jaw.
Bridget could easily let the younger woman take over. Each time either of them moved their hips, it put pressure against her clit, and her will to be the dominant one that night dissolved just a little bit more. But no, she had her plan, and she had to stick to it. The blonde took a deep breath, and pushed against Franky's shoulder to try to encourage her to roll over again. It was a weak attempt, and the younger woman either hadn't even noticed what Bridget was trying to do, or had chosen to ignore it. The second time, the blonde pushed harder, and Franky let her reclaim her spot on top once more.
"Close your eyes." Bridget was amused by the slight look of confusion on the brunette's face. She reached over and opened the drawer in the bedside table and removed one of the items she'd brought in with her. It was one of her light scarfs. She folded it into a strip, and placed it over Franky's eyes, securing it with a knot at the back of her head.
"Kinky," the brunette said with a small laugh as she sat up, and put her arms around the blonde. She didn't mind being blindfolded, but she liked to have contact with the other person. Something about it helped her feel more safe, and grounded.
"You alright, baby?" Bridget asked softly. They hadn't done this with each other before, and she wanted to check in before they started.
"Yeah, all good." Franky leaned forward to place a kiss on the blonde's lips, and felt her place a steadying hand on her cheek to guide her.
"I have something else," the older woman murmured when the kiss ended.
The brunette smiled, knowing it would be something good, and wondered once again how she had gotten so lucky as to find someone like Bridget. She felt the blonde lean over, she assumed, to take something out of the drawer again. She heard what sounded like a glass being placed onto the table, but couldn't imagine what the older woman would have brought into the room in a glass.
Franky waited patiently for a couple of seconds before she felt Bridget's lips on hers once more. Just as she was getting lost in the kiss, the sensation she felt on the side of her neck made her gasp. She heard the blonde giggle. Ice, Franky thought. Bridget had brought a glass of ice with her.
"Lay down," the blonde said, as she pushed the younger woman gently backwards.
The brunette laid back, but kept a hand resting on each of Bridget's thighs. She could feel her heart rate speed up, and her level of arousal rise as she anticipated the blonde's next move.
The older woman was once again straddling Franky's thighs. She watched the brunette's chest rise and fall a bit faster, and felt her squirm beneath her.
Bridget decided not to make her wait any longer. She reached out and ran the piece of ice along Franky's collarbone, through the dip in the middle, and across the collarbone on the opposite side. She saw the brunette's lips part.
The younger woman laid waiting once again. This was having more of an effect on her than she thought it would, and she could feel the wetness between her legs every time she moved. This time, instead of the cold ice, she felt Bridget's warm lips on her neck. She turned her head to the side to allow the other woman better access.
The blonde reached over and took another small cube from the glass. This time, she ran it around Franky's already hardened nipple, as she continued to kiss and nip at the younger woman's neck.
"Shit, babe." Franky's brain was already busy trying to process the unexpected sensations, but there was still one area that desperately needed attention. She reached down to Bridget's thigh, and encouraged her to shift enough that she could move one of her legs out from under the blonde so that the older woman's thigh ended up between her legs. Franky let out a small moan as she moved against the other woman.
Bridget smiled to herself as she moved down to take the brunette's other nipple into her mouth. She could feel Franky's slick wetness on her leg, and she loved that she'd made the younger woman feel so turned on that she couldn't even wait for the blonde to make her way there.
She reminded herself that she was still in charge, and if the brunette wanted to find some relief on her own, that was fine, but Bridget wanted to be the one who would give her her final release. Luckily, she could read the other woman's body very well by now, and she would know when Franky was getting close.
The brunette reached down and placed a hand on each of the blonde's hips. She could feel her release building quickly, and she wanted to make sure that Bridget didn't go anywhere.
The ice cube that the blonde had been using had melted, and she reached for another as she moved her mouth to the opposite nipple. The hard bud felt cold in her mouth, and she heard Franky's breath hitch.
The brunette groaned. She had expected Bridget to move the ice cube to the other nipple, swapping places with her mouth, but instead the older woman had let it trail, along with her hand, down between the younger woman's breasts and down the centre of her stomach. Franky started to move faster against the blonde's thigh, and she felt the first tremors in her body.
"Not yet, baby," the blonde said as she released Franky's nipple from her mouth and began to kiss her way up to the younger woman's neck. She felt the brunette slow her movements a bit. "That's it. I'm not done with you yet."
Bridget pushed herself upright again, and heard the younger woman whimper in protest at the loss of contact. The ice in the glass had melted enough that there was a pool of water at the bottom. She dipped her fingers in then held them over the brunette's stomach and let the cool drops fall on her skin. She repeated the action, this time letting the drops fall onto her lower stomach.
"Gidge, please." Franky had been close before the blonde had made her stop, and not being able to see the other woman, and know what she was going to do was driving her crazy right now. She had no idea if Bridget was simply sitting there watching her, making her wait, or if she was preparing another surprise.
Bridget placed a small piece of ice into her mouth, and leaned forward again, this time leaving a trail of small, cool kisses down Franky's chest, and stomach. When she reached the brunette's lower stomach, she felt her lift her hips slightly, encouraging her to hurry up.
Franky felt the blonde settle in between her legs, and her hand searched blindly for the older woman. After a second, she found what she was looking for, and ran her fingers back and forth through the hair on the back of Bridget's head.
She felt the warmth of the blonde's lips on her first, then felt the sharp coldness of the ice, which made her gasp. She thought Bridget must still have a piece of it in her mouth, and as she moved her tongue back and forth over the brunette's clit, it alternated between feelings of warmth and cold. She knew she wasn't going to last long. She had been turned on all night, and everything Bridget was doing so far, she was loving.
Franky could feel her body shaking already. She took a deep breath and tried to focus a bit less on the movements of the blonde's tongue in an effort to stretch it out just a bit longer. She was regretting now bringing herself so close to the edge just a few moments ago. She felt the familiar twinge that meant that no matter what, her orgasm was coming. No sooner was that thought in her mind, and she felt all her muscles tighten to the point it was hard to breathe, before her release washed over her.
Bridget slowed her pace as the brunette's body began to calm. She silently congratulated herself on how quickly she was able to make the younger woman reach her finish, but kept it to herself since she was pretty sure she wouldn't fare much better in the coming moments.
She made her way back up Franky's body, and placed a soft kiss on her lips as she removed the scarf that had been covering her eyes. The brunette squinted a bit, even though the only light in the room was the faint light from the street lamps outside.
"I love you," the blonde said quietly.
"I love you, too." Franky gave her a smile before she flipped them over. "Now it's my turn."
"Oh is that so?" Bridget giggled. "What are you planning to do to me?"
"Make you come really, really hard." The brunette accentuated the last words with kisses along the older woman's jawline.
Franky wasted no time connecting their lips, and moving her hand in between their bodies. She found that Bridget was more than ready for her, and she easily slid two fingers inside of her.
"Oh, fuck." The blonde hadn't expected her to get to the point so quickly, but she knew that Franky could sense what she needed.
Bridget pushed herself down to meet the brunette's thrusts, making Franky hit that weak spot inside of her. She was vaguely aware of the younger woman's voice whispering in her ear.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Franky told her as she hit that spot again, and then one final time before she felt Bridget clamp down on her fingers.
The blonde's orgasm hit her hard with almost no build up, and after it had passed, she was left staring at the ceiling trying to catch her breath. After a second, Franky's smiling face appeared in her vision.
"I'm glad I kept my smugness about my performance to myself earlier, because I think you just broke a record there, baby." Bridget laughed as her breathing slowed.
Franky shrugged. "You're always faster when you go second. I think you like watching me get off." She smiled as she placed a gentle kiss on the blonde's lips.
"Absolutely." Bridget wasn't even going to try to deny it.
The blonde pulled Franky down to her, guiding her head to lay on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman. It wasn't long before she heard the brunette's breathing even out. She smiled to herself. Clearly she'd done her job well if she'd tired her out enough to fall asleep so quickly.
The next morning, Franky awoke to the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen. Bridget was still beside her in the bed, and for a moment she thought that Emily had gotten up and was trying to make them breakfast on her own again before she remembered that Vera had spent the night. She cringed slightly, remembering that they hadn't really made much of an effort to stay quiet last night, even though they had said they needed to. She hoped that Vera had been very asleep by that point. She felt the blonde stir beside her.
"We should get up, babe. I think Vera is making us breakfast." Franky placed a kiss on the older woman's lips.
They made their way to the kitchen just in time for Vera to start serving the food she'd made. Emily gave each of them a hug.
"Good morning, bub." The brunette gave the young girl a kiss on the cheek. "How was your evening with Vera?"
"It was fun, but I was tired." Emily rubbed her eyes, clearly not quite awake yet.
"I hope this is okay, it's nothing fancy," Vera said as she put a portion of scrambled eggs on each plate along with the bacon and toast she'd made.
"It looks delicious. Thank you," Franky said as she picked up her plate. "And thanks for everything last night; the gift and looking after Em."
"Oh, you're welcome. I hope it was okay that I stayed. I was just really tired, and Em was already in bed…" she trailed off.
"Yeah, it's fine. Anytime. I hope we didn't wake you when we came in." Bridget took a bite of her toast.
"Nah, I was out of it." Vera shook her head.
"Can we all go to the museum next weekend?" Emily asked between mouthfuls of her eggs.
"Uh." Bridget looked at the brunette, who simply shrugged. They hadn't discussed it, but they had no other plans made. "Yeah, I guess."
"And Vera, too?"
"Oh." Vera looked to her friends to make sure they were okay with her coming along, and saw no reaction other than them simply waiting for her reply. "Yeah, I can come along."
"And Shayne. Did you ask him yet?" The young girl looked at Franky.
"No, not yet." The brunette looked at Bridget. She'd told the blonde she'd call him as well, but hadn't gotten around to it. "Like I said before though, bub, he probably has his own friends he'd rather spend time with." She sighed. "I'll ask him though."
"Shayne? The guy from the show?" Vera asked. She'd met him briefly at the filming of the finale when he'd been on Franky's team, and she'd also watched the first few episodes that had aired so far.
"Yeah. Is it okay if he maybe comes along?" The brunette thought that maybe having an almost complete stranger come along would make the governor uncomfortable since she was normally quite shy.
"Yeah, yes, I was just wondering if it was the same guy." She cleared her throat and went back to eating her breakfast.
"Alright then, the museum next weekend it is." Bridget gave a quick nod as if to say everything was settled, and they continued on with their meal.