Bad Luck or Fate?

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"Brecks!" I called from the master bedroom of the quaint little cottage I had rented out for the week. I laid on my back on the king size bed and twiddle my thumbs, drumming on my sweater wrapped chest, waiting for her answer. I spun my wedding ring for a minute or two before trying again. "Breckyn!" I heard water splashing onto the shower floor while I looked out the window at the gorgeous Dublin landscape. I don't normally pat myself on the back but choosing to come to Ireland for the eighth anniversary of our fateful meeting was a brilliant idea. The fact that it was also St. Patrick's day was just an added bonus.

"Breckyn Nicholle Fallon!" I bellowed right as the water turned off. "What?!" She called out, a little growl in her voice, which made me chuckle as I took my ring off and balanced it on the bridge of my glasses, making me go cross eyed. "You've been in the shower for, like, 45 minutes."

"And your point?" She sassed back as she opened the bathroom door, wearing nothing but a towel around her head and the navy number she wore for boudoir years back. "I..." I stammered. "I..." She turned and I gulped when I saw her full body with a mischievous smile playing on her beautiful lips. "I've got nothing." She laughed and nodded, undoing her hair and bending over, giving me a fantastic view of two of my favorite body parts of hers, towel drying her hair. "I thought so, J. I thought so."

"I know youve got jet lag and youre tired, but what do you say to hitting up the local pub down the street? It looked fairly quiet for St. Pattys and we could enjoy the walk." I sat up, feeling my ring roll off my eyeglasses and hit the floor, rolling into the bathroom and falling at her feet. She groaned as she bent down and picked it up, walking towards me with that Jones look on her face. That look that I knew I'd be getting as soon as I heard the metal hitting the floor. I sweetly grinned up at her as she grabbed my left hand and slipped it back just past my second knuckle. "If you can keep your ring on your finger then yes, I'll go to the pub with you." I made a quick adjustment to the ring and raised an eyebrow.

"And if I don't?" I said, making Breckyn whip around and look at me over her shoulder. She also flicked her eyebrow up as if to challenge me. "Then you'll find yourself ringless and dateless." I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at her perfect little butt in those navy bottoms. My eyes roamed up to the anchor on her hip. "Really?" She chuckled and nodded. "I will put your shorts on and watch a movie in bed so fast your head will spin. You'll be left in that pub all by yourself." She began to walk away and I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into my body as she squealed while I got on top of her and smothered her in kisses.

"Challenge accepted, Brecks." I mumbled against her neck as she squeezed me between her head and her shoulder as her laughter filled the room. I lifted her gorgeous long leg and tickled behind her knee, making her squeal as she flipped off me and rolled around the bed to try and get away. "James Thomas! Stop tickling me!" She stilted out, flailing and kicking her feet. I moved quickly and wrapped my arms around her calves and pulled her back to where she was laying on my thighs. She clenched her eyes shut and her wonderful laugh made my heart swell as it echoed off the walls. "James!"

"What?" I chuckled as I continued my assault. "If you don't stop tickling me, I'm gonna piss all over you!" She squirmed, trying to get out of my hold before she turned her face, burying it in my chest. "It wouldn't be the first time." I laughed at her, slowing my tickles down as I felt her begin to relax in my arms.

"That was one time and I told you I had drank too much before you sat me on your lap while you were telling old stories." I nodded as I sat her up in my lap like she had been sitting that night in the club where we had had the after party for the 5th anniversary of the show. "That tuxedo is now referred to as the Tinkle Tux." Breckyn looked up at me and blushed, trying to hide her face in my chest. I picked up her chin and pulled her into a kiss, laughing into it. "Don't be embarrassed. I know these things happen. It's a fond memory. A very warm, very wet, fond memory." Breckyn slapped my chest and rolled off of me, still holding my hand as she stood up and glared at me. Even when she glared I could feel the underlying emotion. She loved me and my god, did I love her.