Our Love Will Never Die (Sequel to Your One and Only)

Two

By mid-January, Bobby and Rebel were moved into their new house, mostly in part of the guys helping them pack up and move everything. Said blonde trio was even more impressed by the house and grounds it was surrounded by when they saw it in person, and they couldn't blame their friend for wanting to move here. It was so quiet and peaceful here in the Georgian Mountains that they could actually hear any critters making noise in the Woods surrounding the house. That was something none of them had ever really experienced since they'd grown up in more urban environments, especially CC since he was from Brooklyn, New York.

Once he was completely settled into his new home and Life, the bassist couldn't resist starting to jam new ideas that could very well wind up on their new album. They'd already come up with a couple songs, but not nearly enough to make a full album, so there was still quite a bit of work to be done. Bret might be the main songwriter, but he still did his fair share of the work in that department and then some, too.

Rebel wasn't exactly happy with the schedule he'd pretty much been forced into following their move, but they both knew it was the best they were gonna get. The band's management and record label'd vetoed the two week on, two week off schedule he'd proposed so he still got Time with her almost before he could get the words outta his mouth. The best they'd agree to was a single monthly trip home to Georgia, the other three or four weeks being spent in Vancouver to work on the album.

"Sugar, I'm home!" Bobby yelled as he walked through their front door for that first monthly trip in late-February.

"'Bout fuckin' Time!" the young woman said, grinning as she appeared in the foyer from the kitchen.

"Mmm, I can't Begin to tell ya how much I missed ya," he hummed, leaning down for a kiss. For once, he'd pulled his hair back into a low pony tail, which she promptly untied.

"What?" Rebel asked when he cocked a brow at her. "Ya know I love your hair unbound as much as ya love mine like that."

"Touché, sugar," the bassist chuckled. "Course, I just love your hair, in general–it's always so soft, and smells good enough to eat."

"What'd I tell ya back in '87?" she laughed. "You're not a damned Horse, love."

"Then quit washing your hair in fruit juice, and I'll quit wanting to eat it," Bobby snarked back, his grin obviously saying that he wasn't pissed.

"I don't wash my hair in fruit juice, and ya know it!" his wife said. "I just happen to really like Herbal Essences' Long-Term Relationship, which's also the best for my hair."

The bassist chuckled as he bent down for another kiss, rolling his eyes as their lips met–which was promptly Ended by his stomach practically roaring at him. Laughing, Rebel turned to head back to the kitchen, saying it was a good thing she'd been about to get started on lunch for herself since she could just double what she'd been planning to make.

Before long, they were settled next to each other at the raised breakfast bar, ensconced in conversation bewteen eating. Of course, she was interested in what they'd been up to for the last month since he'd been dragged away to Vancouver, which wasn't surprising. He hadn't met a married couple yet that wasn't interested in what their spouse'd been up to, as long as they were actually in Love like they were. Bobby was more than happy to tell her about their Canadian adventures so far, saying they'd written a couple more songs they'd already tracked in full.

Judging by the lyrics scribbled in a notebook he showed her, the young woman thought Sacrifice, Let it Play, and Ride the Wind were gonna be the only songs she liked off that album. When he cocked a brow at her curiously, she admitted that while she'd heard plenty of Poison songs before her Time Travel, she couldn't always identify them by title. She often wouldn't know which one was which till she heard and recognized it, and in all Honesty, Ride the Wind was the only one off this album so far that she recognized by title, alone.