A birthday surprise

a quiet country night

Miranda's pov

I'm shaken awake, which means we're there. I take a second to stretch and Jason tickles my side, making me squeal and he laughs. "So, you're ticklish." He says, grinning. "Oh no, my one weakness." I gasp, dramatically, pretending to faint into his arms where he tickles me again. "Hey, stop that!" I gasp. He laughs again then gets out of the truck. "Hey, mom, dad, I'm here!" He calls. The door opens and I get out. "Oh, Jason, long time no see." His mom says, hugging him. I walk over. "And what's your name sweety?" She asks. I tell her and she waves us inside.

Jason's pov

Mama and Miranda start talking so I go to find dad. He's in the barn again. He was listening to the radio but he fell asleep. I kick his chair and he jolts awake. He looks up. "Ah, hey Jason." He says, closing his eyes again. "No dad, wake up. I've got someone I want ya to meet." I say. "Ok, I'm getting up." He mumbles, turning over, falling asleep again. I roll my eyes. "I met her on the radio." I say. He jerks up instantly. "Really!? How!? I need to know details." He says, suddenly awake. I knew that would get him up. "Well get up." I order. He stands up, fixing his shirt. "Why're you asleep in the barn?" I ask. He shrugs and asks me a ton of questions. I walk through the front door. "I found Dad in the barn.... Again!" I shout. They're still on the couch talking. After introductions and explaining how we met, dad goes and picks up pizza while mom asks about photo albums. "Let the embarassment begin." I mutter covering my eyes. "Mama, you remember what happened last time ya brought those photo albums out!!" I call. I hear her laugh down the hall. "What happened last time?" She asks, cuddling up close to me. I smile and wrap my arm around her. "You'll see in a couple minutes." I say, kissing her. "I know you won't run."

*several embarrassing stories later*

"I don't think I've ever laughed harder in my life." She gasps. "Yeah yeah. That's my mom." I show her my old bedroom, which is still the same as I left it all those years ago. I hide the playboys under the bed before she sees them. "Ya know when we went to my old house you didn't see my room. We'll have to go back later." She says, grabbing my shirt and kissing me. I pick her up and put her on the bed, laying her back against the pillows. I lock the door, knowing my parents. I get in bed beside her. "I think your parents like me." She says. "Of course baby, I told you they would." I say. She rests against my chest. I kiss the top of her head and work my way down. "You got the wild, I got the crazy." I whisper in her ear. Her phone rings with my song as her ringtone. "Ugh." She mutters. "It's mom." "Let's let her think you're sleeping." I whisper, slipping the phone from her hand and dropping it on the floor. My hand runs slowly over her leg up under her dress.

*the next day*

My girl is fast asleep beside me, a hand on her bare chest, the other hanging over the edge of the bed. I stare at the ceiling where her bra hangs from the fan. Last night was a wild night. I cover her chest with the blanket. I glance out the window after hearing a motorcycle. That can only mean one thing: Brantley. I glare out the window and sure enough he's hanging out by his bike smoking a cigarette. He puts the match out. I open my window. Brantley looks up and waves then laughs. "You must have a girl over." He calls, making my cheegs go red. I forgot I was shirtless. I glance back at her naked in my bed. "Yeah I think I do." I say. He laughs again. "Wait, you think?!" He gasps, laughing. Fuck. "Yeah, man I got a girl up here." I call down to him. I close the window, thinking he'll leave but he knocks on the door. Dammit he's gonna wake my parents!! I get downstairs and open the door. "Are you trying to wake my parents?!" I snap. He laughs. "Oh they're not? Oh Mr. And Mrs.-" I punch him in the shoulder and he laughs. "You're annoying man." I mutter. He sits on the couch. "Yeah make yourself at home." I mutter. ""That's the best plan." He jokes. He's like the younger brother ya can't get rid of. The funny thing is he's older than me. I go back upstairs and when I open the door, she's not laying in bed anymore. I look around confused. She didn't come downstairs. I hear the door close so I turn around. She was hiding behind the door with a smile. "Hey darlin', I was wonderin' where ya went." I say, holding her in my arms, hers are around my neck as I lean down to kiss her. She's only wearing her underwear. My arms are around her waist as I kiss her. She throws a look over her shoulder at her bra on the fan. I still don't know how it got up there. "Ya want this?" I ask, pointing at it. She nods. "Aww you don't need it babe." I say, flirty. She rolls her eyes. "Who said I was putting it on?" She says, just as flirty. I pull it down but keep it out of her reach and hide it behind my back. She reaches around my waist to get it. "Gimme it."she says. "What do I get in return?" I ask. She smiles. "What do you want?" She whispers, kissing me. I'm so distracted she's able to snatch it from me. She smirks and teases me with the fact that she got it. "Whatever." I say, setting my hands on her arms and kissing her. She leans against the wall while I hold her. I grab her chest. "See I told ya you didn't need it." I say. "Yeah I guess you're right." She whispers dropping it, her arms still around my neck. I hear shuffling in the next room. "Damn, parents are up." I grumble stealing one more kiss. I pick her bra back up and toss it to her so she can get dressed. I lay on the bed watching her. She throws a shirt at me. I laugh and put it on. She grins at me. "I can tell you love what you see." She says. "Damn right baby girl." I say. She sits beside me once she's dressed. "Who was at the door earlier?" She asks, surprising me. "You were awake for that?" I gape. She smirks. "I'm really good at fake sleeping. As soon as you got up I woke up." She says. "And to answer your question, it was Brantley Gilbert, friend And fellow country brother." I say, staring up at her. I'm laying down. She's sitting up.