Night, special night

[bachjones]

Bach was at Essie's, even though it was Friday night and he always spent that at his own place. If he was going to be honest, these days his place was more of a stock room, the small apartment he threatened Isaac to lock up if he was in a particularly foul mood. But to admit that he was practically living at Essie's, living off her ...

He was being grumpy about this because he didn't want to think about talking to her tonight about the tour. It was super tiny, she'd barely notice he'd be gone, but he could have probably told her sooner. And Isaac as well, but Isaac couldn't keep a secret, even though he was growing into that pre-puberty phase that made him try. It wasn't like three weeks was that bad, anyway, right?

The ring in his back pocket was burning a hole in it, but Bach had been long enough with Essie that he knew that tonight wasn't the best timing for it. That distracting her from a fact would only make her angrier about it. 

He inhaled, exhaled and knocked on the door with his wrist, his hands full with groceries. "Here's the food dude! Open up, please!" 

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[bachjones]

Bach felt something collapse inside of him, and he never felt so fragile and so invincible at the same time. She wanted it as well, she wanted him and them as well.

"Damn." Exhaustion hit him now, and he dropped his head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for doing it like this, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I don't even know - many things right now." How were they going to tell Isaac? They probably had to tell Isaac, who else? And how soon did they have to start a wedding? Would she want a big party? Because Bach just wanted it down on paper, if he was honest. That she was his. And he hers, he guessed.

[wakingwakewood]

"I won't say I was even close to prepared for this, love, but you did well. And we'll figure the rest out...later. I'm kinda exhausted at the moment." She ran her hand through his short head, scratching his scalp a bit. He was crazy, no doubt, but he was her crazy - for good now, even if they hadn't had the ceremony yet.

"I love you. Forever, but you've got a tour to prepare for and we should probably get some sleep."

[bachjones]

"Oh shit, the tour!" Shit, Bach was going to have to leave her. "Do you want me to stay?" He always loved it when she scratched him like that, and sleep already had its claws in him. He yawned. "We really need to sleep. Let's just sleep first." He was nervous about the tour, not about the marriage, not about what just had happened, he was probably just exhausted.



He was woken up by a dog in his face. Dan made a noise while Isaac was cackling somewhere. "He didn't wanted to go out with me", their son lied. "He just ran over here."
Like Essie hadn't raised that dog to be the most polite thing. "Isaac .."
"I'm going to make coffee!"
Dan made another noise and sat down.
"Es? Don't tell me you slept through that."

[wakingwakewood]

"Coffee?" It was all she could manage, after everything she'd completely conked out, emotionally drained and full of strange dreams. But the ruckus pulled her out of her reverie and she buried her head in the pillows until she heard something that made some kind of sense.

"Summone say coffee?" Because that sounded nice. And probably necessary. Very, very necessary.

[bachjones]

"Isaac is making coffee." Bach curled around her. "Or you can stay in bed? I'll distract everyone and you can sleep some more. Anything important happening today that you can't drop out on? Else just ... stay here." It had been a while since he had short nights like these, but he'd manage. Basically, he just wanted to hear from Essie that she was okay. Because ..because shit, they were engaged now.

"What are we going to tell Isaac?", he whispered into her hair.

[wakingwakewood]

Teaching their son how to measure grounds and fill the coffee maker was by far one of the best parenting decisions Essie had ever made. Just the idea of a hot beverage was enough to begin perking her up a bit, although the idea of staying in bed all day was appealing. Still, she had a business to run, and Bach probably had errands to run before his trip she could help with.

But speaking of Isaac, she turned a bit in Bach's arms so she could face him. "I think nothing, maybe? For now? Until we have a better idea of details? Like, dates? What do you think? I'm okay if you want to tell him, though."

[bachjones]

"Nothing?" Bach had to laugh. Didn't she know how he was completely unable to lie to their son? Kid seemed to have a sixth sense for his father's untruths, although lately he seemed to care less about those as long as they weren't directly related to Isaac. Was that puberty?

"I didn't think about a date yet. Or like ... everything else. Do we have to invite people? Do you want a white dress? Do you want me in a fancy suit?", he added with a wink. "Or way less clothes?" It was just a party, right? He could do a party, and then there were probably signatures at city hall and it was done. No big deal.

[wakingwakewood]

Essie found herself giggling a little. The idea of the two of them in a fancy formal wedding setting is rather ridiculous. "I think those are all questions for much, much later. Besides, I think I'm way past wearing white." Leaning over, she nibbled at Bach's neck a bit, knowing that with Isaac downstairs, there wasn't time for anything... more elaborate, but it she was in that kind of mood.

"I know Laura and Levi will want to come. The people from the shop, your band, your... family?" She knew they weren't going to get away with nothing, but she knew beyond a doubt she didn't want an elaborate something. Elaborate somethings gathered attention she was happy to do without.

[bachjones]

"Oh fuck." Bach covered his face with a pillow. "Oh, fuck. Levi. He's going to kill me, he never liked me. And Lara's going to have a field day watching. Do you think ..." He threw the pillow off the bed. "I have to do some siren thing to make this wedding happen? And you -- with your witches stuff, are you even allowed to connect with a bastard? You're not going to lose your powers or something, right?"

Just before Bach could realize what a stupid idea this was going to be, and why hadn't he thought this through? - Isaac showed up with two big mugs of coffee. "Coffee!"

[wakingwakewood]

"What hokey movies have you been watching? I don't-" And then there was coffee. Delicious coffee delivered by the most wonderful, chaotic, pretty much accidental thing to happen in her life.Taking a sip, she patted the bed next to her, glad she'd thought ahead enough to throw on a t-shirt before falling asleep.

"C'mere, you delightful boy. Thank you for coffee, have you through about what you want for breakfast." If there was anything she'd learned as a parent it was how to abruptly pivot conversations when Isaac was entering a room.

[bachjones]

"Hokey - what kind of word is hokey even, and I don't watch movies, we live in one sometim- Thanks, Isaac!" Now their son wasn't too old and too cool to keep his distance, snuggling up against Essie. At least they didn't have to go through the adoption nonsense again. Would Essie chance her last name? Essie Jones?

"You didn't ask me what I want for breakfast." Maybe they should do something big to celebrate, even though Isaac didn't know about the why yet. Bach felt like celebrating just a little, to keep the nerves at bay. Maybe.

[wakingwakewood]

"Ah, but Isaac made me coffee. Make the coffee, get to have input into breakfast." Giving their son a wink, she took a sip of the warm caffeinated liquid and smirked at her newly-minted fiance. Something that made her want to giggle at the thought of. It was going to take a bit to get used to that thought, or be able to think about it without blushing.

Even her finger, with the ring, felt new and strange and delightful and despite her intention not to do anything to draw attention to it, she idly started to spin it around her finger.

[bachjones]

"I just ask-"

Bach looked at Isaac, who seemed more attentive than usually lately. "Did you walk Dan already as well?"
His son just nodded. "I want you to make me waffles. With Essie's whipped cream." He seemed to pick up that he was balancing on an edge here. "Please. Did you have a nice night?"
Little bugger.

"Waffles for the gentleman, I guess. Es, we're going to leave the bed?"