Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Marry You pt. 18

With your curls freshly moisturized and your makeup refreshed, you swap out our sports bra for a strapless one and then put on your romper. It's an off the shoulder cream number covered in deep orange flowers. Your pin your curls back away from your face and apply a little gel to the sides before you brush them into place. You choose a cute pair of flip flops and then to and stand in the mirror. A smirk works its way across your face and you admire the way the fabric hugs your curves. You wonder how Bruno will react and then you remember the way he looked at you before he left. His eyes scanned you. He tilted his head to one side and his smile reached his eyes. He stood with a stance so confident you're convinced he could charm the pants off of anyone without their guard up. You shake the thought off and head out into your living room. Your curated playlist is set and then you sit on your couch ready to wait on your guests. 

Within fifteen minutes, your friends begin turning up and as they start you get comfortable you shoot Bruno a text to come up form his car. Paloma and her new boyfriend, Brin and her husband, Camille and her husband take off their shoes, greet each other and, set down whatever snacks and drinks they brought. As they mill about looking around your place you feel your hand tighten around your phone as you try to contain the excitement, fear and delight coursing through your veins. You approach the door and as you reach it there's a knock. You take a deep breath, grasp the knob and Bruno comes into view. He smirks at you and you look down to see that he has a small gift bag in his hand. He breathes a quick 'hey' and enters with his back turned as not to draw attention to himself. 

"Here," He says softly, presenting the gift to you. "I hope this is still your favorite." You peek down into the bag and see a small strawberry shortcake with fresh strawberries in a design on top. You smirk and nudge him. 

"I'll hide it in the back of the fridge so no one can get to it." He winks at you goes to do what he said. Once he's finished he returns to you and raises an eyebrow. "How do you wanna do this?" You approach you friends and turn the music down a bit. Bruno stands just out of sight in the next room.

"I know most of you know each other so there's no need for introductions but, there's someone here some of you haven't seen in years and the rest of your never thought you'd get to meet."

"Brin, Paloma, don't kill me alright? I was gonna tell you," you say putting hand up in your defense. Brin glances at her husband then at Paloma and then both of them look at you. You look over your shoulder and usher Bruno in. 

"Hey," he says calmly.

"That's..." Camille's husband says wide-eye as his head seems to involuntarily move forward. 

"Bruno," Brin says as a smile breaks across her cheeks. She stands, walks to him and stretches her arms toward him. "It's been a while, nice to see you." Bruno hugs her politely then Paloma does and shoves him in the arm playfully. 

"Even after all these years, you still look the damn same," Paloma says raises her chin to Bruno. Greetings go over well and then of course bits of pieces of the story of how you and your girls came to know Bruno Mars are told. Although thankfully, your girls ok which bits of the story are ok to tell by first sharing glances with you. Once the hype of Bruno's presences fades everyone gets to eating, talking, and listening to music. Just as you step out of your bathroom you hear your name. You answer and head to the source of the voice. 

"We're running low on chips, are there more?" Paloma says gesturing to bowl on the table that that only hosts crumbs. "Just tell me where they are and I'll get them!" Paloma picks up the bowl and starts to head toward you. 

"No, its ok. I'll grab them," you reply quickly. She hands you the bowl and you head off into the kitchen and pull the extra bag you bought from under the counter. You pulls it open and pour as much as the bowl can hold in. You do a quickly wipe down of you counters then wash your hands and reach out for the bowl but as you turn around, you watch Brin walk in with some cans. She hold them up and you gesture to where you toss your recyclables. Once she's rid of the cans she rests one hand on the counter and turns to you with an expectant look.