#c:bari

[sterlingwhitaker]

closed starter for @barixwoods​

“Come on, mama. The girls said they’d keep our spot at the counter open for us tonight.” Carson told his wife as they walked down the sidewalk towards the very diner that Bari had worked in all those years ago. The damned thing was still standing, still serving the best fries in Queens, and every time Carson stepped through the door, he felt like he was 24 years old again. Now; however, Bari was standing at his side with her fingers threaded through his instead of on the other side of the countertop, watching him pine after her.

“Your leg feelin’, alright? I wish we had been able to find a closer place to park.” He fussed a bit, his eyes sweeping over his wife as he tried to determine for himself how she was feeling even before she had the chance to answer him.

[sterlingwhitaker]

Event: The Hope Foundation’s 1920′s Event; Escorting: @barixwoods​

Already having had left him speechless as she came down the stairs of their home, Carson had spent half the night bouncing his gaze between his family and Royals members, and half the night staring at his drop-dead gorgeous wife. The two tried to keep up regular date nights and such, but it had been a while since either of them had gone all out and there was no denying that Bari Woods was an angel on Earth.

“You gonna dance with me tonight, mama? I need my arms around you before I knock the head off of some slack-jawed starin’ prospects.” He told her, leaning in close with a hand caressing her lower back as murmured conspiratorially in her ear.

[sterlingwhitaker]

closed event starter @barixwoods​

Carson had been watching his wife for a while as she flitted about the venue, offering breath-taking smiles and gentle pats of greeting or reassurance to Royals members and other affiliates alike. When he looked at her, he had always felt like he was dreaming. Bari always had a sense of peace settling over him in a way that nothing else elicit. Now, however, he felt a pit of anxiety in his stomach that he couldn’t beat down as he eyed the hundreds of other people around her. His hands twitched before he balled them into fists, wanting to reach out and snatch her away from the large crowd just in case, but he resisted.

Leaning against one of the slot machines, Carson was only able to keep himself from going to her for a moment longer before he was striding across the room, shouldering his way past those who didn’t simply move from his path until he was sliding an arm around his wife’s waist, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. “I was gettin’ tired of sharin’ you.” He muttered into her ear before pressing a kiss to  her temple.