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Text || Hubby
Bridget: I hate for you to stop just because of me. Hmm, not really. Something you'd want to have too?
Justin: That's okay, and I'm feeling hungry too. Okay, how about tacos? Or pizza? Anything you want, I'm easy.
Text || Hubby
Bridget: Any chance you're going by the store after work? I could use like a gallon of ice cream.
Justin: I can, and now I will. Any flavor in particular you're looking for?
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bridgethudson:
Did you save that extra sandwich to bring home, by chance? I could get used to seeing you in a good mood like this. Maybe I need to figure out how to block all Bieber on your radio. Is that a thing??
As a matter of fact, yes I did. I couldn’t eat both at lunch, need to keep slim and trim for my hot young wife after all. Really? But I’m always in a good mood, you should know this. ;) If you can, consider me eternally grateful for that. Isn’t it? It should be if it isn’t.
Text || The Hudson-Smythes
Wifey: I mean, I don't know. I've never /been/ called that before. It might take some getting used to. But I don't hate it. Well, I /guess/ so... ;)
Wifey: Am I that predictable? How boring. Thank you! I have wine.
Husband: Then it's a good thing we have a long time to get used to it. I can cool it though if you want me to. Does that mean I'm growing on you? Exactly. ;)
Husband: I don't consider that predictable or boring. Comfortable. You're welcome, and mmm, sounds like a perfect pairing.
You know, despite getting halfway down to work and realizing I forgot the keys to the garage I think it ended up being a good day after all. An extra meatball sandwich slipped into the delivery order by mistake, not a single song by Bieber on the radio all day long and some surprisingly understanding customers.. is there a full moon or something I don’t know about?
bridgethudson:
Bridget felt a little out of her element, as she was used to a more polished appearance at work. She really wanted to leave an impression on Justin though, and show him that she could be wild outside of the bedroom as well. She was off the clock, and all guard was let down for the most reckless holiday of them all. Bridget was still surprised that Justin had invited her, and took that as a sign that maybe there was something more than just attraction on his side as well. She had taken to heart Felipe’s advice on the matter, though Justin had been the one to ask her for an outing before she’d had the chance to do so. Looking devilishly handsome as always in a suit that made his cerulean eyes pop, Bridget beamed at Justin’s greeting and reaction of her presence. She could feel heat escape along her cheeks with the compliment, and carefully slid into the stool beside him. Not an easy task to do in this particular dress, but she made sure the only one seeing extra skin would be Justin. “I suppose I could do that,” she flirted, batting long lashes as their eyes met. “I feel like we’re going to get into some trouble tonight, so might as well go all out,” she continued. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
This was very much a new thing for them, to be out in public flaunting any sort of dynamic other than wordplay and good-natured taunting of one another. By no means did it hurt that they had each dressed up for the other; having seen Bridget Hudson wear quite literally nothing other than a smile it particularly stole his breath to see her in an elegant and refined dress like this. “Wonderful then,” he smoothly answered and gestured for the bartender to stop by again to take her drink. He grinned wider as she laid out her idea of how the night would probably go, agreeing to throw caution to the wind. “I feel like you’re right, it’s not like we’ve got anywhere to be tomorrow after all. Let’s celebrate.” The moment the bartender returned, Justin finished what was left in his glass and set it down on the bar. “Another amaretto sour, sir. And two more for the young lady.” Turning his gaze back to Bridget, the tiniest of smirks now creasing his lips, “After all, you need to catch up, Hudson.” Justin leaned in, and deftly gave her bare shoulder the smallest kiss, before he leaned in and whispered. “IF you think you can.”
Text || The Hudson-Smythes
Wifey: Darling... really? And, /home/? Is this what we're doing now?
Wifey: Well you cock-blocked any saucy response I could have given to that. But I'm good with anything. Maybe Italian?
Husband: Is that really such a stretch? And why not? Have to live somewhere, right?
Husband: That's okay, just having you use words like those is more than I expected, Mrs. Smythe. Italian sounds good to me too, I'll pick up some pasta then.
Text || The Hudson-Smythes
Husband: About to head home now, darling. What are you in the mood for?
Husband: For dinner, that is.
rubygrace-mills:
The kid must have been the most adorable little thing in the entire world if she managed to thaw that ice box of yours.
But in all seriousness, that is incredibly cute and so sweet of you to do that for her. I’m sure she loved it. Her father, less so. No one can say you’re a bad guy, at least.
I cannot deny, she really was. Part of it was karma too, I knew that ruining a kid’s Christmas was sure to come back and bite me somewhere, somehow.
Hey, thanks! She seemed to at least. And he actually took it in stride, I guess just because t’is the season right?
felipe--lopez:
I have a feeling her grin was very different from yours… but that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Now I can picture you looking like the grinning grinch.
Oh you’ve got it pretty much exactly, that full-face kind of smile. Mine, I mean.
skylarberry:
Awww, did The Grinch’s heart grow three sizes that day? Seriously though, cute story. That’s a sound advertising idea if you think about it. Guess that means your Christmas was extra merry?
What does it say about me that both you and Felipe hear this story and your go-to is the Grinch? But thank you, and I may have to use it next year for maximum benefit too. Oh, VERY merry. What about yours, Berry?
bridgethudson:
Ah, so that’s the way to your heart? And here they always say it’s food. I’ll have to keep it in mind that children are your real weakness.
Did you enjoy your holidays? Please tell me you didn’t spend all of it working.
It’s one way at least, cold hard cash. Oh wait, you mean the kid. Now I’m a little worried about what you might do with that information.
As a matter of fact, yes I did. And nah, I had a little time for fun. How were your holidays? Same question back at you too.
fairweatherfabray:
I’m sure her dad appreciated you going along with the story instead of bursting her bubble. So I doubt he minded having to pay a little extra for that. So did you splurge with your extra earnings then?
I think he did, if he wasn’t comfortable with it he didn’t say so at least. Or maybe he wasn’t paying attention, I’m not sure now that you mention it. And maybe a little bit, dinner was a little fancier that night at least.
bridgethudson:
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All of those extra hours Bridget had put in through the year had finally paid off, because she had New Year’s Eve and Day off from work! Never in the history of her working there had she been able to take them, but she was getting the deserved respite from filling in for others, working holidays, and the like. Not that she had any wild, crazy plans for the evening, but any desire to stay in and watch the ball drop was deserted when Justin asked if she wanted to spend the evening together. The plan was to take in the various shows and sights along The Strip, which had been specifically blocked off for the occasion. She still wasn’t sure of their status, but that he wanted to spend the end of one year and enter a new one with her had to be a good sign, she figured. After choosing a tasteful (but still clingy) black dress she’d stashed at the back of her closet and matching heels, Bridget hurried downstairs to meet Justin at the casino bar. She knew if he ventured to her suite they likely wouldn’t leave.. and as appealing as that was, she wanted to paint the town red tonight. Spotting him at one of the stools, Bridget discreetly slipped behind him, leaning over to whisper in Justin’s ear. “Hey, handsome.” A grin spread among her features as she ran a hand through her hair, it in long, messy curls. “Been waiting long?”
New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas undoubtedly meant a wild night, and as per usual Justin was getting ready to have a good time. But for the first time he actually had a partner in crime to enjoy it with. Justin and Bridget had spent the last several months enjoying one another’s company but somehow without really calling it anything officially. Sharing NYE was a sign at least that there was something more beyond what they had between the sheets. Agreeing to meet up at her hotel, Justin had dressed up, at least what he considered to be dressed up, in a dark suit and waited for Bridget to arrive downstairs in the bar. He’d become intimately familiar with her suite, but starting the night out there would probably ensure they wouldn’t see any of the celebrations at all. Sipping on a cocktail as he waited at the bar for her, it wasn’t long before he felt the warm, petite fingers of the brunette as they slipped over his eyes. However it was the sultry tone in her voice that truly did him in, whispering against the shell of his ear to greet him. Smile spreading over his lips, he slowly turned around on his stool to spy her standing there in front of him, dressed to the nines in a slinky black dress. “And hello beautiful. Nah, not long at all, but this night’s just gotten instantly better. Let a guy buy you a drink?”
I have to admit, it can even melt a heart as cold as mine when a little girl was in with her dad and asked me if I’d ever had to work on Santa’s sleigh before. Of course I played along and said “Of course, Santa gets all his tune-ups done here before the big night”... that earned me the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.
Or at least it was until I handed her dad the bill and he saw my grin.
haykels:
I’ve been making a ton of Halloween treats these past few weeks and it’s only the second week of October. I’ve also seen so many people asking for Michael Meyers cupcakes, and I feel like my fingers are now, practically dyed red. So, if anyone’s interested, we’re selling Halloween themed treats.
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Got anything in Freddy Krueger? Maybe twice-baked cookies or something?
