Just finished Slither and I felt so sad for Grant Grant :( He really loved Starla and even when he was about to cheat on her, he pulled himself away… and then he got attacked by the parasite. It’s so tragic.
Also, the physical demands of this movie on Michael Rooker… He dislocated his shoulder, his neck ached and he had to undergo seven hours of makeup.
A very late commission for @beenerdish . Grant wants to celebrate your birthday but you’re fine with just a simple day at home.
“What do you want for your birthday, Sugarplum?” Grant asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“That’s the fifth time you have asked me today,” you replied. “I told you, I don’t want much.”
Grant was persistent. He wanted his wife to have a fantastic birthday. She worked so hard, she deserved something nice. Grant was always looking for an excuse to spoil her. It was one of his most favorite things to do. He squeezed her, nuzzling against her neck.
“And I told you that I want to get you something,” Grant turned her around. “Like maybe some new earrings?”
“That would be fine,” she replied.
Grant frowned.
“Do you want a new pair of earrings?” Grant asked. “Didn’t you see a pair you liked when we were walking down Main Street?”
“Oh, yes there was a nice pair,” Y/N remembered. “Those would make a lovely gift.”
“Anything else?”
“No. We can have dinner at home, just the two of us,” Y/N wrapped her arms around Grant’s neck. “Just me and my handsome hubby. That’s really all I need.”
Y/N was the sweetest thing on the face of the Earth. Or at least Grant thought so. He adored his wife. When Starla had left him at the altar, he thought he would never fall in love again. Everyone told him that wasn’t true but Grant had a hard time believing he’d find someone. Then, he had met Y/N. It was during a fundraiser event for the fire department. Grant had been bored out of his mind and was ready to leave. He was on the verge of exiting the party when a woman in a sparkling, lavender grown bumped into him. She spilled champagne on him and began to apologize profusely. Grant had said it was no big deal, but Y/N insisted she make it up to him.
So she took him out to dinner.
Grant hadn’t thought of starting a relationship with Y/N at first. Their first date wasn’t even technically a date. Once they had finished dinner, Grant asked Y/N if she was interested in accompanying him to the opening of the Main Street Art Gallery. Y/N said yes.
One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were married. Grant couldn’t be happier.
“Come on, baby,” Grant kissed her forehead. “Please let me spoil you? It’s your birthday after all. Just a little bit?”
Grant was using his big, baby blues. It was a surefire way to your heart.
“Well, okay. But just a bit.” You replied.
It was obvious that you and Grant had different definitions of what ‘a bit’ meant.
You thought Grant would just make a fantastic dinner, get you a few gifts and then that would be it. A horse-drawn carriage? When you said you want something simple, that wasn’t what you meant. You couldn’t be too mad, of course. The horse was adorable and she ate sugar cubes right out of your hands.
“Where did you get her?” you asked Grant, as you petted the horse.
“From Wally. His parents own a farm,” Grant said. “Her name is Buttercup. Come on, sugar.”
Of course, you followed him. While it was over the top, you felt extremely flattered. One of the reasons you loved Grant was because he made you feel like a princess. Never had a man taken such wonderful care of you, nor had a man treated you like you were a goddess. Grant refused to be friends with men who disliked the fact that he loved his wife or even complained about their wives. Grant was resolute in his thinking: every single woman was a queen and deserved to be treated as such. Honestly, how did you get so lucky?
The carriage headed down Main Street. People waved to you and a few took pictures. You felt yourself blushing, but Grant just beamed. When you reached the restaurant, Grant helped you out of the carriage and then opened the door for you. It was a lovely French restaurant. Once you stepped inside, you inhaled. It smelled wonderful!
“I am rather hungry,” you admitted. “I’ve never been here. What do you recommend?”
“I’d recommend the croque monsieur, darling,” Grant said, as you went to your table. “Get whatever you want,baby.”
You were really hungry so you decided to ignore the prices. Some nice wine, two delicious croque monsieurs, and some macarons to take home made for a lovely dinner. Once you were done, the two of you went back to the carriage. It wasn’t too cold so, thankfully, Buttercup and the driver were still in good spirits. Grant helped you back into the carriage, his smile never leaving his face. All this attention was a bit much, but you were enjoying it.
“Enjoying yourself so far, baby?” Grant asked as he wrapped an arm around you.
“Yes, dinner was delicious,” you said. “So what is next?”
“It’s a surprise, sugarplum.”
The surprise was Cirque du Soleil. This was the first time they had come to Wheesly. This was something you had been excited about, and you remembered you had mentioned the show to Grant. This wasn’t really Grant’s scene but you knew he’d go to any show with you. Once you arrived, you took everything in. This was extremely exciting for you. Once you were out of the carriage, you gave Grant a big hug.
“Oh baby, you remembered!” you said, kissing his cheek.
“Yep,” Grant grinned. “I even got us the VIP treatment.”
“Really? Oh this is going to be so much fun!”
And it was. Before the show, you got drinks, little snacks, and a goody bag. Your seats were perfect as well. During the show, you held Grant’s hand as you watched the fantastic acrobats do flips, completely engaged. Your eyes were wide and there was a huge smile on your face. Grant had a smile too. While he was enjoying the show, he would sneak glances at you. You were the most beautiful woman in the world. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. A loser like him was married to the most perfect women in the universe.
When the show ended, you were still on a high. The entire ride home, you just couldn’t stop babbling about the show. Grant listened, but said nothing. When you reached home, he opened the door for you and then led you to the kitchen. You were shocked to find the table was covered with gifts.
“Grant, how many gifts did you buy me?” You asked.
“Just a few, sugarplum.”
This certainly didn’t look like a few but you couldn’t argue with him now. All you could do was sit down and start opening up your gifts. New dresses, two pair of Louboutin heels, a Gucci purse and even a brand new iPhone; Grant was certainly spoiling you. After opening another box (which contained a bottle of rosé) Grant had gone into the living room. He came backwith a rather large box. He placed it on the table, and you took the top off and gasped in surprise.
“A PUPPY!”
Sitting in the box was the most adorable pug puppy you have ever seen. Around its neck was a huge bow and it wagged its tail, looking up at you with its big, brown eyes. Carefully you picked it up and it licked your face.
“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Grant asked with a smile.
“Oh Grant, she’s utterly adorable!” You held the dog up. “I love her! Where did you get her?”
“You know the Harrisons? Their dog had puppies recently so I bought one,” Grant answered. “Now we just have to think of what to name her.”
“I know!” You said. “I want to name her Sugarplum.”
“Aw, that’s cute,” Grant smiled at you. “So, now what would you like to do, babygirl?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” You walked over to him. “I would like to sit on the couch and watch a movie with my hubby and new puppy.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Changing out of your dress and heels felt amazing. Dressing up was always fun, but there was nothing better than wearing sweat pants along with a nice, big sweater. Sugarplum had found one of your slippers and had decided that it was dangerous so she went to fight it. How could you be angry at your sweet, darling puppy? Smiling, you picked up the pug, the slipper still in her mouth. You laughed as you took the slipper out of Sugarplum’s mouth.
“You are so cute!” You cooed. “I could eat you up!”
You headed back downstairs. Grant wore no shirt and only had some pajama pants on. You were not going to complain. Grant was built like a god. So many people didn’t realize how hot your husband was. He had been the starring quarterback during high school and after being with the Marines for a while, Grant had been left with muscles to spare. You were somewhat happy that women didn’t realize how sexy he was. That meant you didn’t have to fight for him.
Grant had popped some popcorn and the blankets were already on the couch. When you got there, Grant came in with the popcorn and sat down next to you.
“This birthday has been perfect,” you said, leaning against Grant. “Not just because of all the fun things we did, but because I got to spend it with you.”
“Well, I’m glad I was able to make your birthday more enjoyable, darling,” Grant said.
You started the movie, happy and content to finish off your birthday simply.
