World Tour

Weekend getaway

Eddy had to admit, it had been a tough few weeks. They'd looked for more information on the surrogacy, but everywhere they went they'd found the same information. They'd even spoken to a gay couple online, who'd been trying for 4 years and still hadn't found a surrogate and had had set-back after set-back. Brett had been quiet and broody and Eddy was a bit worried about him. 
They'd still been incredibly busy, and he knew they were both way too stressed. 
He buried his face in his hands and groaned. Fuck, this was all so complicated. 
He shot a quick look to the bathroom door. Brett had just gone into the shower: he had a few minutes. He picked up his phone and quickly dialed. 

¨'sup¨, the voice came. Eddy smiled at the greeting. 
¨Hey Ibo. I've got a favour to ask.¨
It must have been something in his voice that tipped Ibo off, or maybe he just knew him too well, but his voice was concerned when he spoke again.
¨You guys okay, mate?¨
Eddy grimaced slightly. ¨Well, let's just say we need a bit of a rest. So I was hoping you could hold down the fort with the editors and stuff this weekend. I want to take Brett away to a hotel in the middle of nowhere.¨
Ibo was quiet for a second, and then he said:
¨Yeah, mate, absolutely. Just drop off your laptop, okay? Then I'll be able to find everything and then you can't take it along to get dragged back into work either.¨
Eddy heard the grin in his voice and he had to grin as well. 
¨Thank you Ibo. You really are the best.¨

He quickly made the reservation, and then he went to the cupboard to get their bags out. They'd done so much traveling that packing was no longer hard. He knew exactly what Brett needed. So by the time Brett came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, he saw their clothes and the half filled cases strewn over their bed. His tired eyes grew wide with surprise.
¨What the?¨ he managed. 

Eddy walked over quickly, pulled Brett close and grinned at him. 
¨We've been working too fucking hard and have been too stressed. So I've booked a little B&B and I'm taking you on a weekend getaway.¨
Brett opened his mouth, but Eddy knew what he'd say, so he put his finger on Brett's lips. 
¨No, I don't want to hear that you're too busy. I've already called Ibo to hold down the fort,we're going. We're dropping the laptop off at Ibo's so he has all the info.¨
Brett stared at him, his jaw dropped. 
¨You're insane.¨ he finally whispered. 
¨Yup! That should not be news, though.¨ Eddy said, his tone cheery, and turned around to keep on packing. 
¨If you want to have any say on what goes in your case, say so now, I want to be out the door in like 20, okay?¨
Suddenly Brett enveloped him in such a bear hug that Eddy could hardly breathe. 
¨Hey! Mate, suffocating here!¨ he giggled after a moment. 
Brett let him go and kissed him swiftly on the mouth. 
¨You're the best, Eddy, really, the absolute best.¨

They packed up and were out the door in only slightly more than the 20 minutes Eddy had set. Their violins went with them, but the laptop was brought straight to Ibo's door. 
¨Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't do.¨ Ibo quipped, taking the laptop from Eddy's hands. 
Eddy couldn't resist. He raised his eyebrow at him and said:
¨I seem to remember you're straight, Ibo. I can pretty much guarantee we'll do stuff you wouldn't do.¨
That did it. Ibo bent over, his hands on his knees, roaring with laughter. 
Even Brett was laughing out loud behind him. 
¨Come on, Brett,¨ Eddy said, still grinning widely, ¨Let's get going. My work here is done.¨