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Chapter Seven

I woke up in my own bed for what seemed to be the first time in weeks. Blake was asleep next to me, totally oblivious to the world. I felt fresh and recharged. I guess I wasn't as used to the hotel beds as he was, seeing as he spent half the season in them. I lifted his arm from around my waist, and padded out to the kitchen. I still had to turn on the water and other necessities that we turned off before we left.

After cleaning up the sinks from the nasty water, I checked the time. It was almost 9. I got dressed, and put my hair up into a ponytail, before brushing my teeth and applying some make-up. I had to go shopping. We had very little food, and hadn't eaten at home since we left. That was the one downside to vacation. You can't ever eat in. I wrote a note out to Blake, telling him I had gone shopping. I filled the cart with food quickly, before dashing home to unload all the groceries so Blake and I could go shopping for the new house necessities.

Now that the Finals were out of the way, we had to start prepping our new home for our family to move in. The wedding was the next big thing to cross off our list. It was less than two months away! Time was slipping away. When I pulled into the driveway, Blake met me, helping to bring in the large haul of food.

"Good afternoon, babe." I kissed him, and began to put away the groceries. He smiled at me lazily before walking back into our bedroom. He's so weird. He came out fully dressed as I put lunch on the table.

"Where's Kieran?"

"DJ and Amber came over and wanted to watch him. Something about practice? I'm not sure you know how much DJ loves him."

I laughed. Sometimes I think DJ loves Kieran more than he loves Blake. We sat down and ate before driving to Ikea to look at the different furniture assortments. This house was ours-we both had to love the furniture.

  After five hours of shopping we found all the furniture we would need. Blake set a date for it all to be delivered and called DJ to make sure the two of them would be able to assemble the furniture if it was needed. Blake kissed me after paying for everything, and he squeezed my hips lightly. I could feel the excitement that we shared. We were finally going to be married and live in a house with our son and any other children we decided to have.

I laced our fingers together and we walked out to the car. When we got home, I changed into sweats and  a t-shirt before grabbing a bunch of cleaning supplies.

"Where do you think you're going?" Blake grabbed me from behind and began to nibble on my neck. I braced my hands against the counter, leaning my head forward so he had more access.

"I thought you could drop me off at the new house so I could clean it and get ready for the furniture."

"...or we could have a movie night." He spun me around and continued his assault. I ran my fingers through his curls, lightly pulling at the ends. He let out a deep moan that I felt in my chest, seeing as we were so tightly pressed together.

"...or we could have a movie night." I repeated and smiled. He pulled away from me, kissing my lips repeatedly until I pulled him onto the couch and straddled him, pressing our lips together and nipping at his neck.

My hands played with the hem of his shirt before taking it off of him. I sat back for a minute, admiring his abs as always. There was not a finer man on God's green Earth. He laughed at me before quirking an eyebrow.

"Like what you see?"

I shrugged.

"I mean, I guess it'll do..."

He flipped me onto my back, so he was on top now.

"We both know that I'm the best you've ever seen...or had." He whispered the last part into my ear.

"I wish I could say the same for you." I sighed, and looked away from him. He dropped some of his weight onto me, so that he could drop his head net to mine in a defeated manor, but still held up most of his 251 lbs.

"What in the world do you mean?" He grumbled.

"Well we both know I waited for you and I just wish you had done the same." I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He still had his face hidden in the cushions of the couch. I was only able to see the side of his face. Well, mainly his ear.

"Why?" He sighed, as though all this was humoring me.

"Imagine if everything was switched." He wove an arm around me and pulled my waist closer to his body.

"Exactly."


"Why is this relevant? I think we were having a pretty nice time."

"Well sometimes..." I said in a small voice.

"Sometimes, what?" He repeated.

"Sometimes I wonder if it's the same for you." He finally lifted his head and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Riley, do you think I would wait this long for anyone? Do you think I would be half this crazy without you? I'm usually not this overprotective with girls and possessive. I was always the nice boyfriend. The cool one that never had any jealousy issues, never instigated any problems.

Then you came and lit my world on fire. I knew I wanted you to be apart of my world, but you came and replaced it. You are my world and without you there is no me. When you left me, it was like the sun had fallen beyond the horizon, and I was plunged into what seemed like an everlasting darkness. Before you came there had been a moon and stars, points of reason.

After you, there was nothing. I went to practice because there was a contractual obligation. The guys didn't know what to do with me. DJ was mad as hell, but within a week his glares had turned to looks of pity. Everyone just let me be and I was a freaking zombie.

Eventually I pulled my shit together and rushed into a relationship. Believe me when I tried to sleep with other girls. I could never do it, though. Not even when I was drunk. Those other girls don't even hold a candle to you. Not even a thousandth of the attraction you hold for me.

Do you know why I couldn't do it? Because they weren't you. Believe me when I say that you are the only one for me and since I've met you there has never been another girl. Only you.      

 That day I ran into you, light re-entered my life. At practice, the guys joked around and said I'd finally gotten laid. It was never about that. Ever since I met you at that softball field, I have been driven crazy by you.

I don't want anyone else to hold you, or kiss you, or get to see your brilliant smile everyday. Sometimes, I don't even want them to look at you. I know that you're much to good for me, and I'm waiting for the day that you see this, too. I'm waiting for you to see that you are much better than I am, or ever will be, and leave me. I'm waiting for you to run off with the guy that truly deserves you.

I'm much too selfish to let you go, and so while you are still blinded by whatever it is that's preventing you from finding the guy that you truly deserve and who truly deserves you, I'm going to marry you. That way, you're stuck with me forever, because I honestly can't imagine going another god damn day without you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and by far, the best I've ever had, ever."

{A/N: Next update will be Thursday as usual. I met my team this morning AND I LOVE THEM so yay for that kinda excited for fall kinda not message me anything as always! Thoughts on the book, thoughts on life, thoughts on Blake, whatever!:) See ya Thursday! - another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

[another-blake-griffin-fanfiction]

Chapter Four

Since I was still in just a towel, Blake took advantage of the darkness to pull his shirt over his head and give it to me. I slid it on, and it covered me well, so I used the towel to cover my lower half like a skirt. He messed with his phone for a minute before using the elevator call button and being connected to the lobby attendant. "Hello. How may I help you?" She asked politely. Blake cleared his throat and responded to her. "Hi, we’re stuck in an elevator in between the top two floors, I think." "Okay, I’ve called the local fire department, and they’re on their way. How many of you are there?"
"Three." He wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Can I get your names, sir?"
"Blake Griffin, Riley Jackson, and…" He trailed off, not knowing my assailant’s name. "Nate." "Nate? What are you doing in an elevator from the top floor?" She asked. Someone’s in trouble… "Noise complaint for the penthouse. John was swamped and asked me to make the complaint for him." "Alright. Well, we have the fire department here, but they say it’s going to be a few hours, at least. Hang tight." She disconnected and we were left in the awkward atmosphere. Blake sat down in the corner, and I sat in between his legs, leaning my head back onto his shoulder blade. He could feel how tense I was. "Remember when I first met your parents?" Blake asked. I smiled, knowing exactly what he was referring to. I was a sophomore in college at the time, and Blake was on his second season playing, and third season officially as a part of the NBA. We had been dating for three months, and hadn’t even said the “l” word yet. He was at my apartment one day, when my mother called. "Hello?" I picked up the phone and left Blake on the couch, walking back into my bedroom and sitting on the end of my bed. "Hey sweetie. Your dad wants us to have dinner tonight. He’d like to meet Blake now that it’s been awhile."
"Sure thing." I grinned, and we talked about the new family gossip that my aunt had told her. After a half hour, Blake walked in, and leaned in the doorway. "Okay Mom. Yes, I’ll remember to bring him. I love you too. See you later." "Blake, you have been invited to the Jackson household for Sunday night dinner. We need to go to your apartment ASAP so I can properly dress you to meet the parents."
"What? This isn’t good?" He asked, gesturing to his athletic shorts and t-shirt. "Not if you want to have a future with me." His eyes widened, and he straightened up. "Let’s get going then."

We arrived at my parent’s house right on time, with my dad’s favorite dessert. I had made homemade oatmeal raisin cookies while Blake showered and got ready at my apartment. Blake had his hand on the small of my back, and while I was dressed casually in a button down shirt and skinny jeans, Blake was in black slacks, dress shoes, and a white, long sleeved dress shirt. He had the top button of his shirt undone, and no tie. My mom answered the door, and I gave her a one armed hug, holding the plate of cookies away so they didn’t get squished. She then proceeded to give Blake a hug. She took the cookies from me and I took Blake’s hand, leading him to the dining room. My father sat at the head of the table, surrounded by my “brothers” Oliver, Chandler, Craig, and Quentin. Technically, most were all cousins of mine. Oliver was actually my brother, Craig was my dad’s nephew and Chandler and Quentin were my mom’s nephews. We got together quite often, seeing as I was the youngest, and the oldest, Chandler, was only three years older than me. Anyway, my dad and “brothers” all stood when I entered, and I made my way around, giving hugs and introducing each to Blake. They gave him death stares and firm handshakes. Chandler’s daughter, Sarah, crawled out to me from the kitchen where I assumed Oliver and Chandler’s wives were. I guess Quentin and Craig’s girlfriends couldn’t make it. Blake sat to my dad’s right, and I next to him, while I pulled Sarah’s highchair next to me and sat her in it. She giggled and pounded her fists against the plastic tray. Chandler, Blake, and I admired the beautiful little girl before the questioning began. Over the course of dinner, they asked what his hobbies were, what his job was (I thought that was obvious), if he did any drugs (I couldn’t believe Chandler asked that), what his salary was (again, I couldn’t believe that was asked), about his family, where he grew up, reasons for not finishing college, why he wanted to date me, and anything else they could think of. I held his hand through most of it, it had to be difficult and intimidating. I could only imagine. Once we made it through dinner, I picked up my dish and Blake’s bringing them to the kitchen, while the boys sat and talked about the stick markets and sports and work. Cars and things too. I was washing off the dishes and putting them in the sink, while my mom jabbered on about how well she thought Blake was doing. Alicia, Chandler’s wife, and Eve, Oliver’s wife, made comments on how cute he was and how I’d done well. My mom agreed, and I took that as my cue to exit. I walked out into the dining room, and cleaned the table with a wet rag, and Sarah’s highchair tray. I had fed her during dinner, and she was quite the messy eater. So cute, though. I re-entered the kitchen to see if the conversation had changed, which thankfully, it had. I washed out the rag, when I heard Sarah cry. Alicia dropped what she was doing. I dried my hands on a towel. "It’s okay, I’ll get her." Alicia laughed. "Whenever you’re around, it’s like I have a night off. I love you, girl." I laughed. “I love you, too.” I jogged over to Sarah, and scooped her up, gently bouncing her and walking around with the baby until she fell asleep. I sat down on the couch with her, and I could feel Blake watching me. I looked up and watched as he excused himself, and sat down next to me, putting his arm around us. "How do you think you’re doing?" I asked him. "Shouldn’t I be asking you that?" He pecked my cheek and I giggled. "Well, my mom thinks you’re doing well." "Dessert, lovebirds." My mom called out to us. Blake stood, and gave me a hand up, seeing as I had Sarah. I skipped dessert, as everyone passed around the different desserts, and the sugar and milk for coffee and tea. Blake had a little of each, and the dinner felt more normal since everyone was conversing, and not solely concentrating on him. When we finished, I took his plate again, and helped to clear the table. I handed off Sarah to Chandler who looked so content to have his daughter I stole Alicia’s phone and took pictures. Blake and I left an hour later, and about a half hour after we got home, I got a phone call from my parents. "He’s approved." My dad said grumpily before my mom stole the phone and told me how crazy the guys were about him. They apparently wouldn’t shut up about him after we left. Blake walked into my room with his dress shirt now pushed up to his elbows, and I told him the verdict. "Blake, I’m sorry, but…" He looked both scared and upset. "THEY LOVED YOU!" I finished, and he crushed me in a hug, kissing me repeatedly and spinning us around in a circle. "Because I was so good, does that mean I can stay the night?" He winked at me, and I kissed his nose. "Yes, but no funny business." He straightened up and saluted me like a soldier. "Yes ma’am." That was the first night of many I spent wrapped in his arms.

I nestled my head into the crook of Blake’s neck, and he bent down and kissed me before pulling away and addressing Nate. "So Nate, why did you feel the need to kiss my girl?" "She’s not yours," He spat back. "and she liked it." "I did not!" I replied, shocked. "Alright, whatever." Blake thundered. "Don’t do it again or I’ll put your ass on life support." It was quiet for the next hour and a half until the elevator began to move again. It dropped us off at the next floor, where we rushed out. "Mr. Griffin, Ms. Jackson, we are SO sorry. Your stay is on us." The hotel manager told us. "We’re with the Clippers." Blake told the guy, who paled. I guess the Clippers were paying a lot. "Also," Blake continued, "fire this asshole." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Nate. We walked away after that, taking the stairs down to our floor, where DJ laid asleep on our bed while Kieran was asleep in his own bed. I grabbed my pajamas and a pair of sweats along with my makeup bag and Blake did the same, grabbing his clothes for tomorrow. We stole DJ’s room key, and slept in his room.

{A/N: Chapter Four since it took so long to update chapter three! Sorry for any mistakes, as it’s unedited. Next update will be sometime next week. Thanks for reading and as always inbox me anything! -another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

[another-blake-griffin-fanfiction]

Chapter Three

We got back to the hotel around nine thirty. It had been a long day, but worth it, as Kieran, Cameryn, and Chris Jr. had a blast. Kieran enjoyed running in the park, and seeing all the taxidermic animals on display in the museum. Dinner had gone smoothly as well, and he fell asleep during the play. Blake had been quiet all day, and did everything I asked him to. Towards the end of the night, he loosened up a bit, putting his arm around me for the duration of the play and holding my hand. I changed Kieran into his pajamas, and tucked him into bed. I changed into a bikini, and as I was wrapping a towel around myself there was a knock on my door. Blake opened it, and DJ came in, also swimsuit clad. "Where are you two going?" Blake asked. "Swimming!" DJ grinned, and grabbed my hand. We ran out to the elevators, while Blake had his brow creased as though he was thinking. The pool was deserted when we got there, and I walked right into the pool, using the shallow stairs in the little kids end of the pool. The water was like bath water, and I started swimming laps until DJ jumped in. I swam over to him, and he hung out by the wall. "You know you have to talk to him, right?" "Yes, I do." I told him curtly. "Soon. Like, before tomorrow. I don't know if you've ever seen Blake play while you two are fighting, but his equivalent is any of the guys in Space Jam, after those little alien things steal their mojo or whatever. If you let him go to practice like that, the whole team will be outside your room begging you to work it out with him, including Coach Del Negro." I sighed. "Okay DJ. Gosh. You can be so needy sometimes!" I grinned at him and he shrugged. "Whatever I have to do for the team." I laughed, and Blake walked in. He was in his green bathing suit, and red Nike shirt, He pulled off the t-shirt putting his full eight pack on display, towel draped over his shoulder. Lord only knows how I kept myself from drooling over that man. Okay, we all knew how I kept from doing that. I did it while he wasn't looking, while he was at practice, while he was playing in one of his games, and the many HQ endless photos on the internet. So I have a major soft spot for my fiancée and I use his pictures to my own personal advantage. Sue me. DJ laughed at me as I checked out my betrothed, and jumped up onto the side, out of the pool. "I'm going to take this as my cue to leave, and go watch the little man while you two patch things up." Blake handed over the room card, and DJ gracefully made his exit. Blake, meanwhile, took a running head start and cannonballed into the deep end of the pool. I paid no attention to him, and continued to stare at the wall which became suddenly much more interesting than anything else. Blake swam up behind me and started to kiss my neck. "I'm sorry babygirl. I know I was an ass and should have asked you what happened first, but I learned my lesson and if you would forgive me I would be very happy and try to give you and our son the world on a silver platter, like before."
"I guess when you put it that way..." I smiled and turned around. He wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed me, squeezing my ass. I gasped, and he seized the opportunity, taking control and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away for much needed air, and gave him a small glare. "Why don't we make this more interesting?"
 I untied my top, and put it on the side of the pool, swimming away from Blake. I hung off the diving board as I watched him lean his head back, looking up towards the ceiling before taking off towards me, coming closer and closer with his powerful stroke and that amazing body. He grabbed the edge of the diving board, and I wrapped my legs around him again, putting my arms around his neck. We got into a heated make out session, before he pulled back for a moment. "Aren't there cameras up here?" He asked, breathless. "Oops?" i asked, blushing. He kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear. "Screw it." We kissed again, when suddenly the lights went out, and we were plunged into darkness. He quickly let go of the board and guided us to the nearest ladder. "You get out first, go!" He was panicked, and so was I. This was weird. He found his phone and turned on the flashlight while we quickly gathered our things. I wrapped myself in a towel and grabbed my top before we left in a jog, getting into the elevators. In there was none other than the guy who had forced himself on me, and as Blake pushed our floor number, the elevator lost lighting and became stuck in between floors. Just our luck.

{A/N: Once again sorry about the long wait! This chapter is unedited, so sorry for any mistakes. As I said before this chapter is late because internet troubles, friend troubles, and I was on a family vacation all last week. We're back now and I'm ready to write out Chapter Four and start updating more frequently now even though I feel like I've said that before. Thanks for reading, I love you all, and as always inbox me any comments, questions, thoughts or opinions, or just to say hi:) - another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

[another-blake-griffin-fanfiction]

Chapter Twenty-Four

I ran my fingers through my now blonde hair. It felt really nice to have my natural color back. I flipped it over my shoulder, catching a piece of the newly dyed hair in between my fingers. I couldn't stop looking at the color. It had been 3 years since I was blonde, and I missed it. I felt like I was a teen again. 
"You look gorgeous." Blake kissed my cheek as I bounced around happily, staring at us in the mirror. "Thank you. I missed it." Blake grinned at me, paying the lady who had done my hair and pulling me out to the car. "I wonder if Kieran will like it..." He wondered out loud. I groaned. "Kieran has never seen me blonde! What if he doesn't recognize me?" "He will. Why hasnt he seen you like this before?" "Because I tried to play both Mommy and Daddy. He looks nothing like me. He looks like you. I didn't want him to question why he didn't look like me." "He didn't look like you with the disguise." "I know. We had the exact same eye and hair color, though, so it was close enough for our three year old." "Speaking of, while you got ready I called a doctor in New York and made an appointment. Dr. Otis." "Is he good?"
"The best. Like I told you." "Good." "By the way, we have to take separate planes. Coach wants the team together before the game. Literally he wants us all to be focused on the game and us only." "Thats not possible. You wont focus on the game until about an hour before." "Shut up." He whined, letting me know I was right. "Anyway," he continued, intertwining our fingers. "You'll take a plane with Kieran, Jada, and the other wives and families." "Joy. I only know Jada and I think everyone else hates me."
"They don't hate you. You'll win them all over baby, I promise." He kissed the back of my hand.
"Sure..." I mumbled. We pulled into the driveway, and Blake opened my door for me. He took my hand again, and I pulled him back before we got in the door. "You go in first. Get Kieran and make sure that he doesn't run away when I come in. Try to explain..."
"You're worried over nothing!" He laughed at me. I pulled him down to my level and quickly kissed him, before pushing him away. He tried to kiss me again, but I pushed his chest back and shoved him inside the house. "Tease!" He called back to me. I heard Blake's voice, and DeAndre's, conversing with each other. I heard Kieran's squeals of delight before it got quiet. "Riley, come in here!" I walked in and stared at my son, hoping he wouldn't be afraid of me. I saw his little fists clench the fabric of Blake's shirt. "Kieran, It's Mommy." I said quietly, slowly walking towards him. "M-Momma?" "Yeah baby, I'm right here." I hesitantly picked up his hand and placed it on my cheek. He studied my face hard, his little brow creasing together, like Blake's when he was thinking hard. A smile broke across his face, and he reached out to me. "Momma!" I took him from Blake, hugging him tightly to my chest. Kieran picked up a piece of my hair. "Wrong color." His brow was creased again. "No. Right color." He looked at me like I was crazy but let it go. "I told you!" Blake exclaimed across from me. DJ was still shocked at the change. A smile broke across his face. "It's good to have you back, Riley." "What do you mean?" "I mean you changed and now I think you're finally back to the old you. I missed her because no offense but it seems like the brunette Riley was a lot more pessimistic." "I get it." I told him, "But it was only because I had to. No boyfriend/husband/support system. All I had was Kieran and I was and still will do anything to protect my baby." He stepped back, with his hands raised. "Chillax Momma bear. I mean no harm." I cracked a smile at him. "Do you think you would still be standing there if I thought you did?"
He and Blake both took a step back. I set Kieran down. 
"Go play baby." He toddled off to his toys, and I wrapped my arms around Blake's waist. "Blake..."
"What?"
I gave him a pointed look. "Oh!" He let go of me, and got down on one knee, taking DJ's hand. "Hyland DeAndre Jordan Jr., will you be one of my groomsmen?" "Oh Blake!" He squealed pulling Blake up and wrapping him in a hug. "Yes! A thousand times yes! This is the happiest day of my life! I thought you would never ask!" DJ planted a sloppy kiss on Blake's cheek while I laughed at the whole situation. DJ let go of Blake, and wrapped me in a hug.
"Thank you so much." He whispered in my ear. "For what?" I whispered back. "For making my best friend happy." I smiled and hugged him tighter. "Thank you." I whispered back to him. He kissed my cheek and clapped a hand on Blake's back. "Later man." DJ left, and I wrapped my arms around around Blake again. He leant down to kiss me, but I backed away. Hurt flashed in his eyes. "Don't you want to save that for DJ?" He rolled his eyes at me, and captured my lips with his. His hands moved down to my lower back, and continued to my ass, where they finally rested. He lightly squeezed, causing me to gasp. He slid his tongue in my mouth, and explored every corner. My hands rested on his broad shoulders, and I clenched the fabric of his shirt in my fists, pulling him closer. He moaned, and slid his hands back up to my lower back, pulling me flat to his chest. I pulled away, my cheeks tinged pink. We panted for a moment, trying to regain our breath. "Sorry. You're just so sexy." He breathed out, causing my blush to deepen further. I wiggled out of his grasp, and picked up Kieran, bringing him back to his room. I changed him into his pjs and tucked him into bed. I climbed in with him, picking up a book. As I opened it, Blake came in the doorway. "I can do that." I looked down to Kieran who nodded excitedly, staring at his father. "Okay." I kissed Kieran's head, and ruffled the soft curly brown hair he had inherited from Blake. I got up, and handed over the book to Blake, kissing his cheek. I walked back to the bedroom, getting ready for bed. As Blake walked into the room, I climbed into bed. "Is he asleep?"
"Yes." His answer was muffled, as he was pulling his shirt off over his head. Hot damn this man would be the death of me. He pulled off his pants too, and slipped on sleeping pants covered in Clippers' logos. He was looking fiiine. After all this time, my weakness was still his six pack. I distracted myself by admiring my ring.I felt the bed dip, and Blake pulled me into his chest. "I did a good job?" He questioned. "Fantastic." I looked up at him. He brought his face to mine, gently rubbing our noses together in eskimo kisses. "I never thought I would be so in love." "I never thought we would be here." "I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you." "You're the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I love you more than the sun loves the moon."
"When did we get so corny?" He giggled. "When we accepted the love we thought we deserved."
"I can't believe you quoted 'Perks of Being a Wallflower.'" "I can't believe you know it's from 'Perks of Being a Wallflower'." "I can't wait to marry you. Mrs. Blake Griffin." "That sounds...I cant even explain how great that sounds." I cuddled into his chest while he rubbed circles into my back. "Do you think Kieran will be this corny when he's older?" "Most definitely. First Taylor, now me, he has no hope." He smiled down at me. "I can't believe it's been almost four years since I was pregnant with him. So much has happened...changed..." "I know." I thought about all the memories I had without Blake. Kieran's first word (banana), his first steps (taken at eight months), first birthday, thanksgiving, christmas...the list goes on and on. I try to imagine Blake there too, and the memories seem much brighter than the real ones. I roll over away from Blake, the guilt washing over me. "Whats wrong? Do I smell?" He sniffed at his underarms. "I'm sorry."
"For what? Baby, whatever you did, it'll be okay."
"I'm so sorry I made you miss most of Kieran's milestones." I began to cry, feeling worse than a murderer, or the worst person living. "I won't tell you it's okay," he said quietly, "but I think the important thing is that I'm here now and I won't miss out on anything else, and with the next kids we have I'll be there for them. We all make mistakes."
He pulled me back to him, and kissed the back of my neck. "I love you." He told me, hugging me tightly. "I don't know how you can." I said quietly. "How can I not?" "I love you." I told him. I rolled back over to face him. He kissed my forehead, and I fell asleep while he rubbed circles into my back.

{A/N: Sorry for the late update! Highschool has kept me so busy! I'm apart of a team, and school is so wonderful!! I couldn't be happier! Have a lovely week! ~another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

[another-blake-griffin-fanfiction]

Chapter 22

We went back and finished all the planning we could without leaving the office. Thus being said, we still had to find a suitable venue,  party boat, and get the tuxes and dresses. Blake had to deal with the honeymoon, so I was almost done and could at least try to relax. We were headed to pick out the cake flavors. Yesterday, we had gone with Aly and discovered we couldn't decide on any one set menu, so our guests would  be able to order anything they wanted. The idea came from Kieran who had refused to eat anything except pizza, which was unusual for him. Blake pulled up to the bakery, and I grabbed Kieran and got out. Somehow, word had got out that Blake and I were serious about our wedding, and not going to be engaged for awhile like some people decided to do. The media had reporters and cameras ready to ambush us as soon as the car stopped. Blake huffed, before stopping and answering some questions. Kieran and I were able to get inside, and he followed shortly after.

"You better love me." He whispered in my ear, his arms around my waist as we waited for the head baker.

"Well now that you mention it..." I trailed off. He rolled his eyes at me. 

"What did the media want, babe?" He shrugged.

"Really, all I did was confirm everything. Yes, we're engaged, yes, we're planning our wedding, yes, I love you." He kissed my cheek. Flashes went off in the window, from the cameras. I saw blue and red lights in the street behind them. I guess the bakery had  called the cops. 

"How may I help you?" The brunette worker asked us. She was no older than 15, and was eyeing Blake. Not in the usual way though. She looked afraid of his massive build. I smiled at her sweetly.

"Hi, we're here for our consult?" I said in more of a questioning tone.

She nodded quickly and ran to the back, getting her superior. An old italian man came out, following her.

"Hello! What can I get for you?" He asked in a thick accent.

"We're here for our consult. I'm Blake. Blake Griffin." Blake answered, reaching his hand out for the older man to take. They shook hands, the baker laughing.

"I'm Mario. Are you the reason I had to call the cops? Those monkeys with cameras are bad for business!"

Blake's face was tinged pink.

"I'm very sorry. I should've called ahead and warned you. I totally forgot about them. I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," He waved it off.

"Who's this lovely lady? And what about this little guy?" He tickled Kieran.

I held out my hand, which he kissed. I smiled at him.

"This is my fiancée, Riley, and our son, Kieran. We were hoping you'd do our wedding cake."

"Of course! Of course! Sit down!" He ushered us to a small table in the corner.

"Do you have any flavors in mind?"

"Red velvet." 

"Marble." 

"CHOCOLATE!!" 

Kieran, Blake and I all answered. Mario beamed at us. 
"Ill be right out."

I sighed, and laid my head on Blake's shoulder.

"What's wrong? I'll take care of it." Blake started to rub circles into my back.

"I don't want to go dress shopping. It'll take a whole DAY and hundreds of dresses, just to find 'the one'. Then I have to go back and try it on again, and  get stuck with pins. I hate shopping. Can't I just get married in sweats?"

"We can do whatever you want." He told me, looking deep into my green eyes.

"That includes getting married at the city hall in sweats, if you want it."

"No," I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

"I want a proper wedding. I just don't want to do the work for it."

He threw his head back and laughed.

"You're so lazy, but I love you."

Mario came back with a platter of cake slices. Blake watched me with a smile on his lips. 

"This is the red velvet, with the traditional cream cheese frosting." Mario set down a rich, deep red with an off white frosting. He set down another dish with a rich brown colored cake, and a creamy milk chocolate frosting in front of Kieran.

"This is the chocolate." He beamed at my son, whose eyes were the size of a dinner plate. He placed the last dish with a white cake containing the rich brown swirled in it. The frosting was a milky white, and the split layer of icing between the rounds was chocolate.

"And here is your marble cake, Mr. Griffin."

"Thank you. But please, call me Blake." My fiancé responded.

Mario left us to try the cakes. I took a small bite of the one in front of me, and it was delicious. I hoped one of the others wasn't as good, but they were all wonderful. Blake and I were stuck.

"I really think the red velvet is the way to go." I told Blake.

"I'm going to have to disagree with you on that."

I looked at Kieran, hoping for some inspiration. He stared back at me.

"CHOCOLATE!" He exclaimed. Mario came back, sitting across from the three of us.

"Have you come to a decision?"

"No," I admitted.

"They're all so good, and we're all partial to the original we ordered to begin with." I said sheepishly.

"Well, if it's alright, you could have a three layer cake. One chocolate, one marble, one red velvet."

"That would be perfect." Blake chimed in. I smiled at the fact he was giving his opinion.

"How many people does it need to feed?"

I looked over to Blake, wide eyed.

"Uh..." He started, "Maybe a thousand? Or two?"

I leaned in close to him.

"Blake, can we afford all that?" I whispered to him. This was a lot bigger than I thought. I was thinking we would have around 300 guests.

"Well what do you think?"

"Blake, I thought we would have around 300."

"Oh yeah! That sounds much better! Yeah. We need the cake to feed 300 people."

Mario nodded.
"That I can do. Now with big weddings, we'll give you one cake that'll feed say 100, and it'll be your cake that you'll cut, and to make up for the other 200 we'll send in assorted sheet cakes from your three choices to fill in for the rest. Is that alright?"

"Yes, that's fine." I smiled at the baker, glad he would take on the job.

"Now, the cake you'll be cutting, do you want it to look any certain way?"

"Well, I want it to be clean and modern, I guess. The majority of the cake I want white, but i want ribbons of red," I pulled out the swatch,

"and maybe a film reel, with pictures of us in the little squares. You know what I mean?"

Mario nodded, drawing up what I was saying he slid the drawing over to us, for our approval.

"That's perfect." Blake and I said at the same time. We grinned at eachother like little kids.

"Okay. All I need is the payment here, and your signatures here and here." He pointed to lines, and I signed my name with Blake. Blake wrote out a check to the bakery, and we stood.

"Thank you so much." I hugged Mario while Blake had Kieran on his hip. Blake shook his hand, and we left. The media had gone, and we put Kieran in his carseat. Kieran was wired from the chocolate cake he had consumed. I pulled out my phone, and called Aly.

"Hey Riley!"


"Hi Aly. We picked and ordered our cake, and are on our way over to your office. What are we doing today?"

"Depending on how long it takes, venue and the boat. After that, you just need the invatations, dress, and tuxes, and we'll be set." I smiled even though she couldn't see it.

"Alright. Thank you, We'll see you soon!"

 I hung up, and we pulled into the parking lot shortly after.

"I'm so excited and glad that we're almost done planning."

"Me too." Blake kissed the back of my hand.

We walked into the building, and up to Aly's office.

"Okay, all the venues are in Santa Monica, near the water for your one of a kind reception." She beamed at us.
"Lets go!"

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Blake and I walked in the front door. He had Kieran, who had fallen asleep on the way home. I went back into our bedroom. I got into short shorts and Blake's old OU tshirt. He walked in after I had brushed my teeth, and was climbing underneath the covers. He brushed his teeth, and stripped off his shirt and pants, standing in just his boxers. I watched him as he walked across the room, bending over to plug in his phone. I groaned and rolled over. Watching his defined muscles move and contract under his smooth skin was too much.

"What? Is there an issue?" I peeked over my shoulder, and he was standing with his hands on his hips.

"No sir."

He relaxed, and climbed into bed. His thick arms wrapped around me. I turned around, curling into his chest. I traced his muscles.

"We got a lot done today."

"Yeah," He yawned.

I sighed, rolling away from him to shut off the bedside lamp. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I was pulled back into his warmth. He tangled our legs together, and I laid my head on his chest.

"Goodnight Mr. Griffin."

"Night Mrs. Griffin."

"Not yet..." I mumbled.

"Oh, close enough!" he snapped at me. I laughed, holding him closer. He held me closer too, kissing my head and with final whispers of "I love you", I fell asleep.

{A/N: Sorry for the late update! I went on vacation for a few days (I was surprised) and I also tried to teach myself guitar and rearrange my room. I've been busy haha. School starts in a week and I'm trying to write chapters in advance so I can continue to update weekly. I still have homework to do aswell:/ I'm such a procrastinator. Feedback is always appreciated, I always love to hear from you! Also, there will be a sequel! Follow me on twitter @anotherbgfanfic for active updates. I'm on wattpad, too! @livinontheedge7 Love you all! Happy Labor Day/weekend! ~another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

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Chapter 21

Blake and I met with Aly the next day. We pulled up to a large office building, and Blake got Kieran from the car. We walked inside, and were met with a hectic atmosphere. There were other wedding planners running all around. Blake sat down in a small waiting area while I walked up to the front desk, letting them know we were here for our appointment. I plopped down next to Blake. "Well aren't you excited?"He asked, sarcastically. "I'm tired. This has been the longest two weeks ever." He sighed, and took my hand. "Everything will be fine." He told me. "With you here? I believe it." He smiled at me, and leaned down, pecking my lips. Someone cleared their throat. "Griffin?" I took Kieran from Blake and stood up. "That's us." We followed a sharply dressed woman into an elevator. She pushed the button for the 11th floor before stepping back out. The doors shut, and we were carried up. "Well she was friendly." I mumbled, sarcastically. Blake chuckled, and the doors opened into an office. Aly was behind a big desk, her long brown hair falling around her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and black skirt. She stood up, hearing the ding. "Welcome! I'm Aly Romano, your wedding planner. And you are…" She looked down at a paper. "Blake and Riley? Alright who's who?" I laughed because we did have boys' names. "I'm Riley, this is my fiancé, Blake," I motioned to him. "And this," I lightly bounced Kieran. "Is our son, Kieran." "I'm delighted to meet you all. Now Riley, do you have any idea what you want?" I put Kieran down, and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. "Yes actually. Where do you want to begin?" "We'll start simple. When's the date?" "August 8th." "Oh that's soon! Alright, what are your colors?" "We were thinking a dark red and black. Kind of old Hollywood." She nodded, writing everything down. "Flowers?" "Roses. Red, White, and maybe those dark magic ones?" She pulled out a book of center pieces and tablecloth patterns, and I picked out tall center pieces so they wouldn't be in the way. "Blake, can you pick the tablecloth pattern?" He was holding up Kieran, so he could better see something. "No, that's alright. Whatever you want, princess." He smiled at me, and pulled Kieran back, as he was reaching out to touch something. I picked the least atrocious pattern. "When's a good day for you three to taste food, and order it?" "Blake?" I turned around. "Whatever you want." He repeated. "Blake I don't know your schedule when are you free?" I huffed. "Oh, erm…I can do Thurday, after practice." "Thank you. So, Thursday afternoon, say 3?" I chirped. "I'm going to leave you to the dress hunting. Do you know where you want the wedding?" I thought for a moment. "I think a church would be best for our families. I want the reception hall to be open. Actually, scratch that." I said quickly, an idea striking me. "Can we have our reception on a boat?"Aly smiled. "I have never done that for a client. Of course!"Blake was chasing Kieran around behind us. I sighed. "I think we've done enough today. I should take my kids home." I rolled my eyes. "Alright. Come back in same time tomorrow, and decide on these details while you're at home." She handed me a small list of things I had to decide with Blake. She also gave me some color swatches, for the color scheme to match with the tuxes and the dresses. "Also, if I could get a check, I'll be able to place orders and get started on everything." "Blake! Come pay." He sauntered over, and wrote out a check. "Thank you so much! See you tomorrow!" We left, and went to the park where I let the boys run wild. On the way home, Kieran fell asleep. I carried him in, and put him in bed for his nap. I grabbed my iPad, and Blake, walking back into my room. I threw Blake onto the bed, and snuggled up to his side. "I want to move." I sighed, looking at houses. "Okay." He played with my hair. "Ill sell my house and we'll move. Not that I've been living there anyway." Chaney came into our room, lying at the foot of the bed. I nodded. "I'll sell this place once we're in the new house, too." I looked at houses, flagging the ones we liked. Blake liked everything and once again had no opinion. "What is with you?" I snapped at him. "What?" "You have no opinion on ANYTHING! Do you know how annoying that is?" "I'm sorry I just want to make you happy." "You have to be happy too. I ask for your opinion because I want it and I care." "Alright, I'll try to be more involved."He kissed me gently. I smiled into the kiss before he pulled away and kissed my nose and forehead. "Thank you." My grin widened. "Now," I said. "What's going to be our song?" "Give me options. I'll choose from those?" He asked. "Well, I was thinking ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth" by Iron & Wine, ‘Time In A Bottle' by Jim Croce, ‘Forever Young' by Rod Stewart, or maybe ‘Wake Me Up' or ‘Give Me Love' by Ed Sheeran, if those are okay?" {A/N: All of these songs are amazing so you should definitely look them up on youtube if you don't know them!} He put on a thoughtful face, and thought about it. "I think…that you should play them for me." He smiled down at me. I rolled my eyes. He was leaving me hanging! Nonetheless, I pulled the songs and played them for him. "Flightless Bird, American Mouth. Definitely." I smiled up at him. "Thank you! You also need to pick tuxes up for you and the groomsmen, and make me a list of people to mail invitations to. Oh! And we have to ask our bridal party to be in the bridal party, if that makes sense." "You're so cute when you're confused about your grammar."He cooed. "Where do you want to honeymoon?" "Europe? The Bahamas? Oh! Maybe Hawaii." I nodded. "Maybe we should go to Italy, or Hawaii. Italy is like California, but the food is really great, so I think we should go to Hawaii. I mean, that's different." "Okay. Sounds good. Are we going to bring Kieran, or…?" "Am I a bad mother if I want to let him stay with Mareika while we go?" "No. Its one week, tops. He wont remember, and we'll come back, giving him the gift of a sibling…potentially." I blushed. "Okay." I said quietly. "You're so cute when you blush." He poked my cheek. "Staaaaaaahp." I whined. I turned over, away from him. He dragged me back, spooning me. "Why would I do that?" Blake whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. "Congratulations! You can book our honeymoon." I mumbled, smiling evilly. I didn't want to do it. He groaned. "So mean! Why am I marrying you?" He asked jokingly. I rolled back over, smiling sweetly. "Because you love me." "That I do." He kissed my lips, nose, and forehead before pulling me close, and falling asleep. I traced his features with my finger. He was totally out. I wiggled out of his grip, and grabbed eyeliner from my vanity. I drew a curly mustache and unibrow on his peaceful face, and took a bunch of photos with him. I grabbed my makeup remover, and took everything off of him. As I finished posting the photos on instagram, he woke up. My phone blew up with mentions and likes, as did Blake's. He gave me a dirty look. "You're soo going to pay for that." I squealed, and dropped my phone, booking it down the hallway and out the door. He followed behind, and picked me up. I found the grass underneath me, and Blake had me pinned, his legs on either side of me. "I should kill you." "But you love me?" "I'll just kill you with kisses then." I grinned up at him, as he leaned down and kissed me until I was breathless. He went in to kiss me again when flashes went off and we were surrounded by photographers. He jumped up and ran inside, leaving me locked out with the photographers asking me crazy questions. I ran around to the back of the house, and I wasn't followed, thankfully. I stepped inside the sliding glass door. Blake stood in the kitchen with Kieran. I gave him the dirtiest glare I could muster, and he stepped back in fear. "We're even?" He gave me a sheepish smile. I walked right passed him, grabbing Kieran. Blake grabbed my waist, pulling my back flush to his chest. He swept my hair off to the side, kissing my neck. "I'm sorry." He said in between kisses. I pulled his lips back to mine, without saying anything. Or at least until Kieran pulled on my hair. I looked at him. "You HAVE to stop doing that." My son looked at me, and giggled. "Sowee." [A/N: This update was quick because it just came to me. Yay! I'll be heading back to school in about three weeks, though, so updates will be coming in slower, and I think I'm going to end the story soon, I don't want it to go over 40 chapters. Im willing to write a sequel if its wanted....I haven't run out of ideas, but let me know if you want that or if I should just end it Follow me on Twitter @anotherbgfanfic Feedback is always appreciated. Stay beautiful!]