Christopher Ford or how people know him Chris is the bastard son of William Clay Ford Jr., who right now is the executive chairman of Ford Motor Company.
He and his mom have moved a lot, but there was always one place that felt like home. With his...
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Chris's outfit
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Quinn outfit
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Santana outfit.
Well, we've been driving for about an hour. We left the city and are now in Connecticut, so uhm, yeah?
"Where the hell are we going?" Santana asks from her place beside me. "How am I supposed to know." I say with chuckle as I focus on the road.
"Well, it's only 5 more minutes before we arrive." Quinn says, and I briefly look at the screen, and well, she's right.
"A country club?" Santana asks as I park the car and well its indeed a country club why the fuck are we here?!
"Maybe you'll get your fancy lunch." Quinn says and Santana practically runs out the car. "Her and food." I say with a shake of my head.
"Hurry up!" Santana says before she closes the car door. "That girl is something else." I say as I get out of the car and open the door for Quinn. "If there isn't any found well, good luck." Quinn says as she gets out before pressing a kiss against my cheek. There has to be food right!!
"Lord, have mercy." I mumble under my breath because a hungry Santana isn't fun. Imagine a hungry pregnant Santana, is well a whole other level.
"Come on." Quinn says as she takes my hand in hers, and we start walking over to Santana, who's practically already in the building. I do have to say it looks nice here, a golf course, I think I saw a pool and it's just open, not like the city, more countryside.
