When I started this one, the intention was to never turn into anything more than a oneshot. As you can see it clearly didn't stay that way. I don't know how often this one will be updated. Certain parts will still be ingrained with Heart of a Kinsella as that is how this one started and it will stay that way. I do hope you enjoy this one.
"I talked with my brother today," Jesse said walking into the house, dropping his keys on the table by the door, making sure the door locked behind him.
Jesse was still getting use to the fact that he couldn't stop in to see his brother at work and have a beer while he played a healthy game of BS with his little brother while he worked, catching him when he had a free second at the counter and talking whilst Wade was on break. Unwinding after work while joking around with his brother was a weekly thing, and now he couldn't just stop in to check on him when he felt like it. For Jesse, it was a big adjustment. Even when they were on the worst of terms, he had been able to check up on him without Wade ever knowing it. He worried about his brother.
"Oh yeah?" Calla called from the kitchen looking over the recipe on her tablet. "How is he liking his new place?" She asked, getting what she needed down from the cupboard. To her Wade wasn't just her fiancées brother but more as a brother to her as well. Growing up with two sisters it turned out to be really nice to have a brother figure like Wade in her life, even if she did have her brothers-in-law now it happened to be different with Wade.
"He seems to like it and sounded happy, really happy," he told her, slipping his shoes off.
"That's good then. He hasn't made any mistakes while there yet, has he?" She asked, adding some spices to the pan on the stove.
"He says no, the place is too tiny for that, and that he wants to settle in before he does much of anything. I believe him, I do, but this is Wade," Jesse said, walking into the kitchen, kissing his fiancée hello.
"And knowing how he is, it is hard to believe he hasn't tried something with someone. On the other hand, this is Wade we are talking about, and he has yet to lie to you, so it feels horrible not to believe him," she said shaking her head.
"Exactly. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt here and believe that he has been staying clear of things like that," he told her. "Need help?" He asked.
"Can you start the rice, please?" She asked, pointing at the box of rice on the counter. "Then that is what we do. We trust him until he gives us a reason not too."
"Sure thing," he nodded, looking to see what he needed to do. "He did say he had a date for the wedding," he informed her, measuring out the right amount of water needed.
"Huh, and do you believe him?" She asked. "Or do you think that he said it to keep you from setting him up with someone, and he will just go stag for the night?"
"I don't know," he sighed, leaning against the counter, his back to her. "I wouldn't care either way. My biggest thing when trying to set him up is that I want him to find the same happiness I have with you. With everything we have been through, he deserves to be happy."
Stopping what she was doing, she went to her husband rubbing his back. "He will find his happiness, Jesse. You can't push him into finding it. Wade, needs to find his own happiness, and from what you've said he seems to be finding it. Now did you find out more about the town he moved to?" She asked, moving back to finish their dinner.
"I didn't learn much about the pancake town in Alabama," he chuckled, moving back to check on the rice. "Just that it was tiny, and I would like it."
"What?" She laughed. "I thought you gave up calling the town your brother now calls home the pancake town in Alabama?"
"No, though in my defense, I can't help it," he smiled. "Its real name is Bluebell," he told her. "Not my fault it reminds me of blueberries. Therefore, making pancakes pop up," he chuckled.
"You ever think your brother would feel at home in Bluebell?" She questioned, biting her lip.
"Yeah, what's with you?" He asked, seeing something was wrong with her.
She waved him off, adding the vegetables she had cut up in the pan to saute them. He spun her around not caring if their food got burnt. Keeping his hands on her hips, he bent down to lock his eyes on hers.
"Calla, baby, since when don't you tell me things? We work because we are honest with each other, always. We are not changing that now," he said, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into her flesh."I won't judge you with whatever is on your mind."
"It's not a big deal. I use to know someone from Bluebell, feels like a lifetime ago. I don't even know if she still lives there, or if she lives elsewhere. It is a long and complicated old friendship from college she ruined by running away without a word," she told him as her explanation not wanting to divulge into her past.
"Why do I have the sudden need to warn my brother?" He asked, not wanting to push her further on the topic.
"You won't do such a thing. I don't want your brother to move back ruining any happiness, he has allowed himself and resent me for it. I don't want to cause him trouble while living there," she told him firmly. It wasn't as if she knew her old friend lived there, or if she had even ran home when she left. "Wade deserves to be happy, and I won't ruin that for him." With that being said, she turned back to the veggies that were starting to burn. "She wasn't a bad person; I actually think she would be perfect for your brother, if only," she commented with a soft dreamy sigh.
"To bad you don't know how to get ahold of her, and you could invite her to the wedding to see if she would get along with Wade," he laughed.
"I would but I won't do that, because I will not help you set your brother up, and I don't know what her life has become of. For all, I know she could be married and have kids of her own. I would invite her if I knew how to get ahold of her," she clarified.
"I know you would," he assured her, moving over to kiss her temple. "I will be home late tomorrow night. The guys are dragging me out. I did try to back out; they weren't having it," he told her, moving the now done rice from the hot burner.
"That works out nicely as I have a girls' night planned for tomorrow night," she told him.
"Didn't you just have a girls' night, like two days ago?" He asked, grabbing two plates from the cupboard.
"No, that night was because Becky got her heart broken, and she needed her friends to keep her company," she told him.
"Still counts as girls' night," he commented, moving things to the table.
"Maybe if you squint and call it a technicality," she laughed.
"I can't wait for you to be my wife, that is something I don't need to squint for."
"I would love for nothing more than to be married to you tomorrow," she told him, grabbing their drinks of choice from the fridge. She would rather have a long marriage than a long engagement.
"We can make that happen," he told her. "I just want to be your husband, whether that happens tomorrow or next year."
"We can't change the wedding plans now," she laughed. "I am sure we can wait until next month."
"We can," he told her. "I want you to be happy," he told her.
"Honestly, I could go down to the courthouse and marry you that way. I don't need to have a big fancy wedding. All I need is you, and I will have my perfect wedding," she told him.
"I love you," he said, leaning over the corner of the table to kiss her. "You are all I need too," he said.
"Great because in a month I will be married to you," she told him, determination in her eyes. "You will be my husband."
"In a month, I vow to make you my wife," he promised her.
"I love you too, Jesse," she smiled, kissing his fingers that held on to her hand. "So pancake town. Any plans on visiting in the near future?" She asked, digging into her food.
"Now look who is calling it pancake town," he laughed. "The plan is to visit at some point. See how he is doing there, what he actually likes about the town if not for a woman," he replied, getting a forkful of food to eat.
"I pick up your bad habits," she said, pointing her fork at him. "It might make for a nice vacation later on," she suggested. "Do you think that maybe his ways changed because he happened to meet Mrs. right, and he doesn't want to screw things up with her?" She questioned.
"It is a good possibility," Jesse said. "Hard to say really," he shrugged, going in depth about his day at work. Once he was done telling her all about his day he questioned her about her day.
With dinner finished and the kitchen sparkling clean once more, they retreated into the living room to relax and enjoy their night together tangled up in each other as the TV played the background noise for them.