Neighbors

Chapter 37

"There is my lovely muse," Gabe beamed as he came into the kitchen later that afternoon and spotted her on the counter. "Hello Wife."

She giggled, "Hello Gabe."

"You better fucking fix that," He frowned as he gripped her knees and pushed them open so he could stand between them. He tapped her nose then started running his thumbs back and forth on her knees. He loved that she seemed to relax even more under their comforting touch because he was addicted to her and wanted to have her in his hands all the time. He also knew that the rest of them felt the same way so her craving their affection constantly was no problem for them whatsoever.

"What?" she asked confused.

"What did you fucking call me?" He glared at her and tightened his grip on her knees.

She giggled, "Well we aren't married yet."

"Yeah we fucking are," he frowned and gripped her collar. "The moment you accepted this around your fucking neck and the rest of the set on your body you became our wife. We don't need a fucking piece of paper to tell us you are our wife. Besides," he smirked, "we are going to have a fucking binding ceremony instead of a wedding. Didn't think you wanted another one."

"What's a binding ceremony?" She asked confused.

"It is a ceremony that will bind all of us together as one," Brandon said as he walked into the room.

"Oh that sounds interesting," she smiled. She cleared her throat, "Owen said my last name would be Blackbourne..."

"And?" Brandon asked, "what about it?" He slightly tilted his head as he waited for her to answer.

"Are all of you okay with that?" She asked. They could see she thought of something else, "Will you change your last names?"

"We will keep our last names," Brandon said as he popped a grape into his mouth, "and it doesn't phase us one bit what your last name will be, Babe. You are our wife regardless of who's last name you carry."

"Promise?" She asked nervously.

He chuckled and nodded, "Pinky promise and I know you know how serious pinky promises are."

She burst out laughing and hugged Gabe then Brandon, "Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime Babe," Brandon murmured before kissing her softly. "So, what are you doing on the counter?"

"Marc told me to sit here while he put up the groceries so I can make sure he got the correct things for Thanksgiving," she explained. "I was telling him everything I make and then he is going to write them down for me since it still hurts to hold a pen right now. He was just saying I am still going to be in here supervising since I don't really measure the seasonings. I just pour until it looks right, it was how I was taught by my grandma. The only time I measure is when I follow someone else's recipes."

"Well, you and I need to start planning our ceremony," Gabe sighed dramatically. "How else can I make sure it's your dream come true?"

"You can have her for a bit," Marc said as he shut the pantry door. "I need to get started on dinner so we can talk about the recipes later."

She bit her lip nervously, "What is it, Princess?" Victor asked as he looked up from his laptop. He had been sitting at the bar half listening to everything but had looked up when Gabe started talking about planning the ceremony.

"What if I don't know what I want?" She asked.

"What do you fucking mean?" Gabe asked.

"Well, because of my past I never thought I would get married so I never saw the point of planning one," she shrugged. "Then HE insisted that it was pointless to spend so much money on a one time event when it could be used on bills and other things so we just got married at the courthouse in what we were wearing at the time."

Victor got up and came over to them, making Brandon and Gabe step to the side, "Well, now Princess, you are our wife and that deserves a ceremony celebrating you being our queen. So go with Gabe and start figuring out what you would like. If you want roses then we will get roses, if you want mermaid theme then so be it," he gripped her chin, "anything you want you will have. Gabe will make it happen."

She pouted, "But what do you want? It's your ceremony too."

"We want to make your dreams come true, Darling," Owen said as he came into the kitchen. "Besides, we already know that you will insist to Gabe that the ceremony include some things for us as well, or am I wrong?"

"Nope," She smiled. "Guess you got me all figured out."

"Getting there," Owen said as he removed his tie. "Now go have fun with Gabriel, Darling."

"Remember Princess," Victor said as Gabe picked her up, "anything at all."

She smiled and nodded, "Yes My Prince."

They smiled, "Good girl."