Bron slowly woke up; someone was
tickling her foot, “Stop,” she grumbled as she pulled
her leg back under the blanket.
“I will but as much as I love looking
at my sister’s naked backside you will give Carlos
a stroke,” she heard.
“Shit!” Bron sat up, grabbing the
sheets and blanket.
Jake stood their grinning at her,
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Go get dressed
he’s not up yet.”
“Thanks Jake,” she smiled as he walked
to the bathroom clutching the sheet.
Bron turned the shower on and waited
for the hot water. She dropped the sheet and stepped
in. The hot water and steam felt so good. She stood
in the shower talking to herself, “I’m getting married,”
she groaned. “I can’t believe I told him yes. What
am I going to do? I can’t marry him, he’s to young.
Oh, they would have a field day with this. Once the
press starts digging. Shit!” Bron washed her hair
and continued to talk to herself. “But I’m not marrying
Kevin the Backstreet Boy, I’m marrying Kevin Richardson.
The man that has helped so much and he is the one
I love. I really am going to kill him for that little
stunt he pulled last night,” she groaned.
By the time she got out of the shower
she was more confused than when she got in it. She
walked out into the suite after getting dressed and
smiled slightly embarrassed over the last night’s
events. Bron waited to see if either one of them
were going to give her a hard time about it, but they
didn’t. After exchanging good mornings, she grabbed
her coffee cup and headed for the door. “Breakfast
in a half,” she said as she left.
Jake and Carlos exchanged looks as
she walked out the door, “Happy girl?” Carlos asked.
“Give her time he blew her mind last
night,” Jake chuckled.
The hall was silent as she walked
down to Kevin’s room and tried the doorknob. She
let herself in finding it unlocked. Once in she headed
straight for the coffee pot and filled her cup. Bron
glanced around the room; Kevin’s mother and brothers
were only half awake and slightly startled by Bron’s
appearance so early.
“Morning Bronwyn,” Anne spoke to
Bron smiled, “Good Morning. How
did you sleep?” Bron asked as she watched Kevin sprawled
out on the couch.
Anne smiled and followed Bron’s gaze
to the couch. “Wonderful and you?”
“Never better,” Bron almost sang,
she still wouldn’t take her eyes of the couch.
The brothers exchanged glances and
both of them looked at Kevin on the couch, wondering
if he did or not.
Bron caught a glimpse of Kevin trying
to bury his face from their view, you fake you’re
not sleeping, she mumbled to herself. “Would you
like some breakfast?” Bron asked them.
“Sure,” Jerald answered with a big
grin, “But there’s no cook.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Bron
giggled. Kevin moved his hand under his head and
turned. Yeah you lay there and let me hang myself
in front of your family. Bron hit the fridge and
started her routine as she did every morning. She
turned to Anne who sat in her bathrobe, “I’ll warn
you, we usually have the troops descend on us for
breakfast. I don’t know why?” Bron quickly closed
her mouth realizing she just stuck both of her feet
in it. She looked towards the couch and saw his shoulders
shake a little. Oh yeah get your jollies now Kevin,
she groaned to herself. Jesus Bron why don’t you
just come out and tell them, she moaned to herself.
“Well in that case I’m going to go
and get dressed.” Anne spoke as she quickly went
to the bedroom.
Bron was tossing stuff in pans and
cooking away. Tim and Jerald watched with curiosity.
“What are you making breakfast Bron?” Tim asked her.
“Bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancakes,”
she answered while not picking her head up. “That
is a lot of food,” Jerald said to her.
“Eh, it all gets eaten eventually,”
Bron laughed. The suite door was knocked on, opened,
and in marched Carlos and Jake, just as Anne came
out of the bedroom. “Morning,” they said to her.
“Sshh boys, Kevin’s still sleeping,”
she reprimanded them. Bron started to laugh a little
to loud. “Did I say something funny Bronwyn?” Anne
asked with a tone that said she wasn’t happy with
“No, but he isn’t sleeping,” Bron
“Yes he is, look at him,” his mother
sighed as she looked at her son on the couch, with
the face of a mom who loved her child.
“He hasn’t been sleeping since I
walked in here. He’s playing games again,” Bron informed
Anne shook her head in disbelief
at the young woman. Bron held her finger up to her
mouth and winked at his mom. “Lurch get off the couch
and get your butt in the shower,” Bron spoke loudly
to the couch.
A self-gratifying grin crossed Anne’s
face when he didn’t move.
Bron shook her head, “Okay I guess
you have to get your cook back and I bet he doesn’t
do strawberries like I do,” she chuckled.
Kevin rolled off the couch and stood
up, “I’m goin’,” as he headed for the shower. Jake
and Carlos were giggling off to the side. By now
everyone knew the strawberry story, or at least they
thought they did.
Anne looked at her son in disbelief
as he walked by her. “Morning ma,” he smiled at her.
“Got to watch that one, he’s sneaky,”
Bron said to his brothers.
“Strawberries?” Tim looked at Jerald
who just shrugged.
Bounce came flying in the door and
to her mom’s side. “Morning mom,” she grinned.
“Morning baby,” as she bent down
to deliver her morning kiss. “Grab a seat breakfast
is ready,” as she pointed to the dining room table.
Bron started to assemble bigger plates
of food after seeing the amount of people. “Do you
want some help Bron?” Anne asked her.
Bounce piped up from the table, “Mom
doesn’t like anyone in her kitchen.” Bron shook her
head thank you sweetie she thought. I’m nervous enough
I don’t need everyone on top of me. Bron glanced
at the door to see Nick and Brian standing at it and
she laughed. Chickens she thought.
“Where’s Kev?” Nick asked watching
Bron fix Bounce’s plate.
“Right here,” Kevin announced from
the bathroom door.
“Oh,” Nick answered as he shuffled
his weight from one foot to another.
Bron giggled at him, afraid aren’t
you. “Come on Little Man breakfast is ready,” Bron
called to him as she delivered Bounce her plate.
Nick walked in still unsure of himself.
Kevin chuckled, “You must be forgiven,” as he handed
him a plate. Brian stood back at the door. “Come
on Bri,” Kevin said to him as Bron came back to stand
next to Kevin.
Brian came in and stood across from
Kevin. “Thanks Bron,” he smiled.
Bron grabbed the plate from Kevin’s
hand, filled it, and handed it back to him. “Thanks
wife,” he grinned and her face flushed.
Brian stood for a second not quite
sure if he heard him right. “What did you just call
her?” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
“None of your business,” Kevin answered
“You just called her wife. I heard
you.” Brian was stunned and excited.
Everyone turned to look at Kevin
and Bron. Bron had backed up and was basically hiding
behind him. “Yes I called her wife because we are
getting married when we get to Las Vegas,” he announced.
Nick and Bounce were yelling cool
and yeah-s as Bron leaned back on the counter behind
him. I did not hear him say that. This is a joke.
You idiot, she screamed in her head as she slammed
her coffee cup to the counter.
Kevin heard the coffee cup slammed
to the counter. That was Bron’s way of saying she
was pissed. She was next to him in a split second.
“We need to talk right now before this goes any further,”
she spoke loudly with her eyes flashing at him.
The entire room grew silent as they
watched Bron, who was so furious she could hardly
contain it. Stevie walked in right in the middle
of it. He knew that she was angry but he didn’t know
why. He was just bringing Kevin a package that was
delivered to Brian’s room for him.
Kevin sized her up, I need a second
to think he said to himself. “After I finish breakfast,”
he said calmly. Damn she’s flipped and this is going
to be hard to deal with. There isn’t an ounce of
privacy, he thought to himself. “I said now!” she
yelled at him as they began to exchange glares. Kevin
watched her intently, you wouldn’t be this pissed
if my gut instinct about this wasn’t right. You were
going to run from me. Under normal circumstances,
I wouldn’t do what I’m about to do either, but you
left me no choice. This is going to happen darlin’
he contemplated to himself.
Bron glared at him, how dare he.
First last night, now this. I told him yes but I
need time to think about this. I need to figure out…”
Bron’s thoughts were interrupted
by Kevin’s voice. “Okay now, come on,” he said as
he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. He
somewhat pushed her through the door. “Excuse a moment,”
he said to the room of shocked people, and then proceeded
to shut the door.
The minute the door shut she started.
“I’m not getting married in Vegas,” she hissed a him.
“Yes you are,” he said he leaned
on the bedroom door and folded his arms across his
“This is not going to happen,” she
announced as she paced the room in a rage.
“Stop pacing and sit down,” he commanded
Bron sat on the bed and rested her
elbows on her thighs; she bent her head and stared
at the floor. This can’t happen she said to herself,
as she tried to regain control of her temper.
Kevin pushed himself off the door
and walked up to her. He couldn’t get mad he had
to control himself right now. He bent down and looked
at her. Bringing his hand up he grabbed her face
to look at him. Her eyes were closed tightly, “Open
your damn eyes and look at me. I hate when you do
that, you’re ignoring me.”
Bron opened her eyes and she was
in a rage but controlling it rather well he thought.
“I have had nothing but a hard time since they got
here, from you and everyone else. I have had enough.
I’m telling you we are getting married in Vegas and
we are,” Kevin said through clenched teeth. He saw
the defiance in her face and it angered him. He watched
her as his anger went up and Bron’s was replaced with
fear. So much for self-control slammed in his head.
Bron gazed at him as the hair stood
up on the back of her neck. A feeling of fear began
to creep into her body slowly. She bit her lower
lip and recognized the same face that she saw in Pittsburgh
when she had told him no the first time in his room.
His eyes were full of determination, will power, and
very little self-control, not to mention anger. Bron
remembered where her defiance had gotten her that
night… Bron took a gulp for air she was scared of
this side of Kevin. He still hadn’t removed his hand
from her face. “Kevin, it’s not enough time. I need…”
Kevin knew what she was going to
say, she needed more time. Sorry darlin’ not going
to happen, he ground out in his head. “Yes it is,
we have four days. Knowing you the fluff would be
dropped anyway. At this point I don’t care. I want
you as my wife. I want my wife in my bed every night
with me, that is all I care about,” he growled at
Bron went postal in her head as he
dropped his hand from her face. He wasn’t going to
let her go. She loved him but it wouldn’t work she
had to bail. Okay think, he’s a lot like Mc, it might
work. “Oh so you’re just trying to legitimized the
sex in your family’s eyes,” she mocked him with her
Oh, you little witch he thought as
he stood in front of her. You’re just pissed because
I figured out what you were up to before you could
set your little plan in action. Kevin grabbed her
quickly and shoved her back on the bed. “NO!” he
shouted at her as he landed on her. “I want this
for the rest of my life and I don’t feel like waiting
anymore.” He kissed her brutally.
Bron panicked thinking of that first
night in Pittsburgh. Please don’t do that again with
them just on the other side of the door. The more
she fought him the more agitated he became with her.
Finally he pinned her hands above her head and sat
on her. “I want you now and forever. I’m not waiting
while that little head of yours figures out a way
to leave me. We have been through too much together.
We have a lot more to sort out. I will not let you
walk away from me. We are getting married before
Bron began to thrash under him as
he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly.
“I’m not going to lose you ever,” as he deepened his
kiss. Kevin kissed and caressed her to a smoldering
state and would continue until he heard what he wanted
to here. He knew if she agreed she wouldn’t back
out. He also knew from talking to Jake and Mc that
Bron thought marriage was sacred and would do everything
in her power to keep it that way. She couldn’t leave
him if she said yes.
Bron couldn’t think he was throwing
her off track again. Her mind was beginning to get
clouded as well as her judgment. She knew if she
did this, it would be forever. “Stop fighting me
Bron,” she heard whispered in her ear as he began
nibbling the sensitive tissue around it.
“Please stop,” she almost cried.
“There is nothing to be scared of,
I love you and you love me, that’s all that matters,”
as he moved down her neck kissing and licking her.
“But,” she said afraid to breathe.
She couldn’t think straight he was doing again; he
was taking her control away.
“We can deal with the buts later,”
he said calmly as he picked his head up and looked
He watched her close her eyes and
then open them again and sigh, “We’ll get married
in Vegas.” Kevin knew with that declaration that
he had won the battle temporarily. He also knew he
had to keep her calm and busy for the next week.
They still had things that had to be worked out, but
those things could only be worked out as man and wife.
She was scared and he didn’t blame her, but she was
Kevin got off her and stood up, “Good,”
he smiled at her.
Bron lay there she was in such an
emotional state. She couldn’t think half full of
desire and need. The other half full of fear knowing
that she had just given this man her word. Bron wanted
Kevin to make love to her and tell her everything
would be okay. She slowly sat up and looked at him
and he flashed her a sly smile as he followed her
gaze to the front of his pants.
Kevin bit the side of his cheek,
“It’s amazing how much self-control I have when my
family is around. After we say I do, I won’t have
too.” He chuckled as he watched her face scrunch
up with anger. “Now lets go play nice and tell everyone
“You’re such a jerk,” she said flatly.
“Aww, now Witch you just don’t like
to lose,” he laughed at her.
Bron crossed her arms and stood in
front of him. “When we get married the Richardson
torture routine is going to stop,” she said with authority.
Kevin giggled at her, “That’s the
Cooper torture routine. I have my own.” He grabbed
her hand walked towards the door with her in tow.
Kevin opened the door with a wide grin on his face
to see everyone worried sick over what was going on
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