The Runaway Groom // Brallon

Chapter 20

When Brendon told him the next day that he'll be talking to his Dad now, Dallon was ecstatic about it for the younger man. He's relieved that Brendon made that choice to try.

But when the younger man told him that he needs to come with him, that's when Dallon paled considerably.

The plan has been nagging into his anxious thoughts as they both prepare to visit Brendon's home. And to make matters worse, he's not ready for it.

He would have used his work in assisting Patrick with the kids as his excuse but Brendon is already steps ahead of him when he called Pete that day to tell Patrick about the situation.

And god, does Brendon have his way when he really wants to.

Dallon blinks, clearing his throat. That was phrased differently than he thought.

He fiddles with his hands anxiously as he sees the younger man's house within his view. It had a beautiful vast garden with a variety of different flowers and trees that could match anything his Aunt could plant. It's the first time Dallon has seen a fountain that is not in a park. The house itself is gorgeous and twice as large from what he expected. A rather cream colored house with a maroon roof looking good as new. Large windows can be seen as they reach the structure. It would give anyone the impression that this is a nice, lively home.

How did Brendon even like his apartment?

"Hey." The younger man calls him out softly, a concerned look can be seen from his eyes of chocolate swirls. "It'll be fine, okay? Just breathe."

Dallon nods, trying to calm his breathing. It helps, only for a bit. They've been through a lot. He also doesn't want to be a nuisance to Brendon. It's the younger man who'll be talking to his father, not him.

As the Brendon's driver opens the door for them, (yes, the idea of having a door opened for you by a driver still shocks Dallon), both of them walk on the intricate stone pavement leading to Brendon's home.

Before they could even reach the door, a voice calls their attention. "Brendon, is that you?"

"Kenny! Long time no see!"

A man shorter than Brendon waves at them with a warm smile. He seems to be a gardener of the household, holding a hose and waters in what seems to be hibiscus flowers.

"Your Mother is expecting you in the living room."

"Got it. Thanks."

As they walk off, the gardener shouts out a 'Nice to finally meet you, Dallon!' and all he can do was turn to the younger man questioningly, who looks like he was stifling a smile.

"Did you tell them about me?"

Brendon shrugs, letting his lips for the smile he's been keeping. "Mom probably chatted her way about you through everyone. I told you she was gonna like you."

He hums at that, but he's not quite sure as to why his Mom would like him. All he can remember was sobbing his eyes out to her about his own mother. But he does like Grace. Quite lame as he is, she never judged him about it.

Once they opened the door, they were greeted by the sound of tapping feet, and Brendon is immediately approached by two little dogs. Notably, Boston Terrier and one Jack Russell.

"Bogart! Penny! I missed you guys!"

He watches fondly as the two dogs lick the younger man's face with excitement at the sight of him. It has been a long time that Brendon's been staying with him. They must really miss him.