Authors Note: I own nothing. No ownership rights to Beverly Hills 90210.
Chapter Nineteen
As I helped my wife clip her bikini top back on I lay a kiss on her neck. "Dylan don't start that again. I've already been gone too long to justify a simple bathroom break."
I smile into her neck, "that wasn't my fault dear I was merely going to spend a few minutes making out with my wife. It was you and your growing need to press your husband against all locked doors and have your way with me that has made you late." As I'm laughing into her neck at the memory of my short and slight but dominant wife practically pushing me against the closed storeroom door she turns in my arms and pouts.
"It's not my fault. How am I supposed to not appreciate my husband when he goes out of his way to be romantic?" I pick up her hand and kiss her once again decorated ring finger. When I pulled her into the room and had begun kissing her I had stuck my hand into the pocket she had been touching on the beach and pulled out the velvet bag she had kept her rings and chain in today. I then slipped on to her left finger the two symbols of our lifetime commitment as I kept her mouth busy; with every ring that I pushed on the more my wife took control.
"I'm not apologising for them, they should always be on you."
"They are." She's still such a smart ass.
I clarify, "Mrs McKay they should always be on your finger."
"You forgot the D." I laugh again, since the lock she liked to emphasise the D whenever she was in a playful mood.
We spend a few seconds just looking at each other and breathing the other in as my hands hold her tight against me. She eventually breaks eye contact and looks at her left hand resting on my chest. "I need to take these off and get back out there." Her tone has me leaning in and laying a kiss on her forehead.
"We could go out there now and wear them, declare to the world that we officially belong to the other."
"Yeah and then I'd be on the red eye to Buffalo tonight, and you'd be served annulment paper's before the summer is over." She sighs, "no grownup path remember- delayed gratification." She pinches me teasingly before I can make a comment of there being no delayed gratification minutes ago.
When she slips them off and places them back in the bag she looks up at me, "husband you going to take yours off?"
"Nope before I saw my wife walk this way I was getting ready for a surf. The chain can stay in my locker but my ring goes where it belongs when I'm in the water."
She reaches down and picks up my hand to look at it, "it's very sexy on you."
I pull her close, "that's because your territorial Mrs D McKay."
"And you aren't?"
"You know I am. I'm still mad as hell that the Carson's even suggested Stuart. It took everything I had not to stand up and pull you behind my back to protect you from even the idea."
She giggles into my chest, "caveman what stopped you?"
"The image that I saw a few minutes earlier of my wife rocking a baby… oh and don't think I didn't notice your refusal to let me capture your eye's. I even tried referencing the babysitting to entice you into a conversation but my stubborn wife still wouldn't look in my direction."
"That's because I like having my in-laws on our side, your dreamy face at the image and my blush might even be a cause of concern for your parents."
"I don't think so. My Dad spent a good chunk of lunch saying how beautiful you were and how with my Irish heritage and yours we are going to make beautiful grand babies for them one day. He then discussed the likelihood of red hair babies as it's in his family line and he wondered if it's in your Celtic one."
"Okay so my father in law and my husband are as crazy as each other." She kisses my exposed chest as I haven't yet pulled my wetsuit all the way up. "I'm going to go. I'm sure I will see you this evening for the performance but I'll call you tonight when I'm in the bath and we can discuss what I need to get tomorrow when I go furniture shopping."
I kiss the crown of her head, "baby if you are talking to me from the bath furniture will be the last thing we will discuss."
The rest of the afternoon and evening goes past as expected, I get to sit at the table with my wife as the gang watches on together as David performs. Steve lucking out with the other performers Henry hired being no shows as they got a better offer, the blonde joker then spends the night walking around like he is the best manager ever rather than just lucky; it annoys me to no end. Okay so maybe I was annoyed that I was unable to hold my wife's hand or that our rings were back around our necks, or that I didn't know when I'd get a chance to see her properly again. We have six days of summer break left and I was never looking forward to it ending more.
I managed to get permission to take Brandon's car to go school shopping the next day, well really furniture shopping. I'd like to believe it was because Mum and Dad trusted me rather than the fact they overheard Dylan arrange with a surfer friend of his to go out and do some bay cleaning the next day. I guess if Dylan was volunteering in the ocean I was trusted to go out. It was frustrating to report my every move over the next few days but it was better than the alternative being across the country in Buffalo.
By the time the Summer holiday's were over I had arranged the furniture for the house and even managed to go visit it with the realestate taking me on the final expectation tour. Dylan swore to the realestate that if I was happy then he was ready to sign without seeing it again. It gave me a good understanding of where the furniture should go and what else was needed. My husband was amused when Brandon past him a letter from me full of house layouts and furniture placement, he was less amused to see the list of stores he had to return to in LA to purchase the other round of items I had also put on hold. Though he did appreciate the other list I tacked on at the end of all the places we should spend quality time in on our first night alone in the house.
Dylan and I decided that while we trusted our friends we didn't trust their ability to ensure that they were never overheard by their parents who may report back to mine, and therefore like Brandon they believed we were on a pause, a break, whatever they were individually referring to it as. They knew it was forced by my parents but that we had complied so that we could concentrate on restoring our family relationships. The idea on the surface of it was fine until we returned back to West Bev and everyone believed my husband was single again. By day two of the semester I had a list as long as my arm of all the girls who were getting too close to him. The near constant giggles coming from the girls around him were causing a daily migraine. Even Kelly was getting annoyed and commenting on the volume of girls acting like vultures over him.
By the lunchtime on the third day I was frustrated beyond belief both with my freshman buddy who was doing her best impression of Stephanie Kaye from Degrassi Junior High, and from my husbands fan club. It left me in a foul mood that everyone noticed, especially my husband who while appearing absorbed in conversation with Andrea and Brandon (the now co-chief's of The Blaze), he kept sending me concerned looks. Eventually when I snapped at Steve for going on about his managing skills he stopped his conversation and looked at me.
"Bren we should get going we have our first chemistry experiment next period and we are supposed to be early to ensure we finish it before the bell."
I give Steve an apologetic look and stand without a word to anyone else. When we are far enough away Dylan looks at me and in his perfect fluent French speaks, "Day ten too much?"
As I rub my head from the ever constant migraine I respond in his chosen language, understanding he wanted to limit eavesdroppers as much as possible. "Day ten, your fan club, constant scrutiny on where I'm going, organising our home that I'm not allowed to see, getting only a few minutes in the middle of the night to talk to you once my parents are asleep, stupid jocks who have decided that my locker is their new favourite hangout, my freshman buddies wild child behaviour-"
He interrupts, "we will go back to my ridiculous fan club in a moment but why are the jocks by your locker? Did one of them get a locker change this year?"
"No I think they just like that it's a perfect viewing point of being able to see down two hallways, probably a great perv spot for them."
Dylan now growls, "yeah a great prev spot of my wife. Fucking Tony-"
"What are you going on about?"
"Tony has had a crush on you since you arrived, I'm guessing that's the incentive for the change in location of him and the other buffoons."
"I think you are reading too much into that change-"
"I'm not, trust me."
"Well say you are right, pissing me off by making me have to push past them every morning and break to get to my stuff is not a great flirting plan."
"And you think the constant giggling and hair flipping, let alone sympathetic I'm sorry you and Bren broke up is?" Even in the language of love his frustration was translating perfectly. We both were frustrated.
"I hate this. I hate this all so much."
At that he stops on the balcony outside the labs and looks at me, whispering painfully "regretti-"
"No no no. Not at all. I just miss you. I just want my husband." His pained look is instantly vanished by my reassurance.
"And I want my wife. Come to our home tonight?"
"Dyl-"
"Our parents have the Carson dinner. Kelly, Donna and David are babysitting, Brandon is working, and-"
"What if they call?"
"My Dad will be the perfect spy and let us know. You can pretend you were in the bath and thats why you missed it- hell we can have a bath so you won't be lying. You can hand on heart say you were at home all night having a bath. It's on them if they don't realise you don't refer to Casa Walsh as home anymore."
"Because it's not."
He quickly moves us into the empty lab and moves close to me, "come home Baby? Day ten… it's fucking ridiculous, it's too long, I'm going crazy without you-"
"You don't look it-"
"Well I have the luxury of escaping back to our home where every bit of furniture reminds me that you'll be there with me soon, and a wonderful wife who gave me a list of things to imagine, plan and look forward to when she is finally there with me- it's taking the edge of my frustration."
"It won't be soon enough."
He leans down and before he kisses me whispers in English, "no not soon enough, so come home to me tonight?"
When the door swings open a few minutes later we are already at our lab table appearing to be getting ready for our scheduled after lunch Wednesday lecture. As the class begins to stagger in Dylan writes me a note pushing it to me with his left hand that I instantly note is not as bare as it usually is.
I think your left hand is missing something.
I shake my head and give him a look like he is crazy. He grabs the notepad back and writes for a few more minutes before pushing it in front of me once again.
As my wife likes lists I have provided the following, with subheadings. Love your Husband.
Ten reasons why you Mrs D McKay should follow Mr D McKay's advice:
The Legal
1. They legally belong on your finger as a symbol of our commitment.
The Romantic
2. They were chosen especially for you to wear for eternity.
3. They look beautiful on your finger.
The Possessive
4. I like knowing they are there, that you are mine. The same way I like wearing mine knowing I belong to you.
The Practical
5. You write with your right hand.
6. You can stick your left hand under the table or in your pocket so no one will see.
7. Ten Day's since our enjoyable but not long enough storeroom time is too long. Okay so not an actual reason but it does mark the last time I saw you wear them.
8. Baby you snapped at Steve, you looked set to rip the hair off at least ten girls heads today alone, wearing them will make you feel better…
9. and will be cheaper than the lawyers I will need to hire to defend you when you do finally snap…
10. woman it will be much cheaper. Think of the savings and how much more furniture you can buy with it?