Welcome To The Family

**Brian's POV**

Val and I got into Vegas close to 9pm last night because of her frequent 'bathroom breaks'...I know that it was mostly her trying to avoid my question about what's on her mind. I have a pretty good idea of what she was thinking because even thought she doesn't think I heard what Michelle said earlier...I did. I don't know why she can't admit to me that it would be something she would consider even after everything that we have been through these past few months...so, I'm going to play dumb for a bit longer at least.

I am dressed in a pair of black dress pants and shoes with a black v-neck t-shirt and black button up shirt on top of it. I turn towards Val and she's biting down on her lower lip again, "So, how do I look?" I ask and she steps towards me.

"Brian, you look so incredible that I think I might have to tie you to the bed and forbid you from going...the women will be all over you... and that my territory" she says seductively and traces her pointer finger down the line of buttons on my shirt and pauses at my belt buckle.

"Ha, you can tie me up to the bed as long as you stay in it with me" I tease back and watch her cheeks flush that beautiful shade of red that is quickly becoming my new favorite color. "You will have to call Chelle though and tell her that we are standing them up since this whole party was your idea to begin with....I get blamed for enough stuff that I don't need to add to that list." I say and pull her close to me and capture her lips with mine.

Val breaks the kiss and smiles, "I'm just kidding babe, go have a good time...but not TOO good of a time, if you know what I mean" she says in the most serious yet playful tone she can muster before shoving me towards the hotel door.

I spin back around and kneel down in front of her and nuzzle my nose back and forth across her baby bump and whisper, "Hey little one... Daddy is going out to celebrate with your Uncle Matt...I need you to make sure that no sleazy male strippers put their hands all over your beautiful Mommy" I say and Val rolls her eyes but at least chuckles, "Also..please do Daddy a favor and kick them as hard as you can...preferably in the groin.. if they try to give her a cheap lap dance too" I laugh out and Val kicks me out the door into the hallway.

She stands in the doorway with her hand on her hip and smirks down at me, "Ok, enough trying to control our night...go and make sure Matt has the time of his life...hey, you know what....give him a kiss for me" she squeaks before slamming the door and latching it closed before I could get her back for that low blow comment.

I pick myself up off the floor and dust the carpet lint off my pants as I make my way towards the suite that Matt and Michelle rented. I knock on the door and I hear Michelle's high heels clicking across the tile floor, "What, did you forget your key again?" she say as she opens the door expecting to see Matt standing there instead of me. I give her a small wave as my eyes rake over her appearance...she's wearing a short black sleeveless dress with pink stiletto heels and her hair is in beachy curls that cascade over her shoulders...she looks incredible! She clears her throat causing me to snap my eyes back up to meet hers as she steps aside and let's me inside the room. "Matt should be back any minute...he just had to run out really quick" she says nervously and I wonder if I'm the reason she acting so strangely.

I sit on the edge of their bed and gently reach for her hand and pull her towards me, "Chelle, you look amazing!" I say truthfully and see her squirm slightly...ok, it's definitely me. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable I'm just trying to make up for never telling you enough before." I say and softly kiss the top of her knuckles causing her to shiver slightly.

She pulls her hands from my grip. "Please don't do this..." she starts to say before Matt appears in the room carrying a few bottles of liquor and gives me a suspicious look.

This is is not how I pictured this night starting.

**Matt's POV**

I am on my way back with my pre-bachelor party liquor and I decide to stop and see if Brian and Val are ready to come down yet, since I saw Jimmy, Johnny and Zacky already drinking and flirting with a group of chicks at the hotel bar as I passed them on my way back to the elevators.

I knock softly on their door and Val yells through it that she will be there in a minute and I wonder briefly why Brian just doesn't answer but shrug it off. The door swings open and Val is wrapped in one of the super fluffy hotel towels and her hair is dripping wet. "Oh, hey Matt...please come in because I really don't want to talk in public while I'm dressed like this" she chuckles and steps aside to let me enter. "Umm, not to be rude but, what are you doing here? I hope Brian did send you here so I could give you that kiss myself.." she chuckles nervously then coughs and continues in a less nervous tone, "I mean.. umm... well, I told Michelle that I would be ready in about an hour for our girls night....even though I have no idea what to wear since I'm a walking-talking blimp now. Ha, I should just put on some leggings and rock the bathrobe the whole night...at least then I'd be comfortable...plus, pregnant is so not a sexy look to begin with" she half-heartily jokes and I frown.

I tilt her chin up so she is looking into my eyes, "Val, you COULD make a bathrobe and leggings look sexy...stop all this talk of you being huge and unattractive just because you're pregnant" I remark sweetly and the corner of her lips almost twitch up into a smile. "I just wanted to see if you guys were ready to go but obviously you're the only one here...where's Brian?" I ask and she says that he left about 5 minutes ago for our room. I thank her and help her pick out a dress that I know she will look amazing in, before heading towards the exit but pause before I get completely outside. I turn to face her and she looks at me with a puzzled expression. "What kiss were you going to give me?" I ask and see her blush a beautiful shade of crimson.

She he puts her hands over her face in embarrassment but a walk back over and pull them away. "I was only teasing Brian...I told him to give you a kiss from me earlier because he was telling our baby to kick any male stripper in the groin who tried to give me a lap dance" she says with a shaky voice.

"That's typical Brian..." I whisper and gently cup the side of her face, "...you know, you could still give me that kiss for old times sake. I'm not married yet." I mumble softly and bring my lips down on top of hers. She gasps a little from shock but kisses back eventually. The kiss is sweet and there is no tongue involved here, just a tender kiss shared between two people who used to be madly in love with each other.

I break the kiss and she brings her hand up to her lips and gently rubs across them. "Matt...I...um....thank you. I mean, thank you for still making me feel sexy and desired " she stutters out and I nod my head and grab my bag of alcohol and exit her room so she can finish getting ready.

I pull out my hotel key just as I hear Michelle say "Please don't do this" to whom I'm assuming is Brian, so I walk in give him a suspicious look because he's sitting on our bed and Michelle looks super uncomfortable.

I wrap my arms around her then pull her back slightly to check her appearance, "Babe....you're wearing this? Where's the rest of it?" I tease and she huffs away towards the bathroom. I stick my foot in the bathroom doorway before she has a chance to slam it shut and slide in after her. "Jeez Chelle, I was only joking...what's gotten into you?! Did Brian do anything?" I whisper angrily through gritted teeth.

"No, he just told me I look nice and apologized again for never telling me enough when we were together." she replies and I softly kiss her lips. I'm slightly annoyed that Brian was alone in my hotel room paying compliments to his ex-girlfriend...my soon to be wife! Of course on the other hand.. I was doing the same thing and kissing my ex-girlfriend a few minutes ago as well.

So... I have no room to judge.

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