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Caleb chuckled, "Your mind Brookie. I'll tell you what, since you're so opposed I won't mind being the blonde socialite who marries into money." That part was kind of inevitable considering they were going to get married, they were both socialites, and they both were blondes but who was he to point out the obvious post orgasms, he was sure that eventually she'd come back to her senses. "Pssh, there was no competition, you were out matched, and so you will be again tonight, sweetheart." Caleb grinned at Brooklyn then, even his smug smile almost as charming as his genuine one. Caleb was just as good as being Brooklyn's advisary as he was being her partner and the transition was seamless as always, "I'm just drawing a very obvious conclusion. But since you're so confident, let's make it interesting. Name your terms of wager."

Brooklyn found herself catching his stolen glances in her direction, finding it to be quite charming that even now... he still couldn't get enough of her. They were well into their relationship at this point and yet, she still very much felt the same way she'd felt about him since it clicked. Since she stopped denying what the universe was so clearly telling her. That Caleb James was the love of her life. "Ugh, how cliche. The blonde socialite marries into money, I think not. I refuse to have my life be summed up in such words." She told him, laughing lightly. "Oh..." She said, biting down on her lower lip as she had assumed he'd wanted them to be on opposite ends of the table. "Well, what's healthy competition between lovers? I happen to think that was very much what brought us together way back when." Brooklyn scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You're going to mop the floor with me? I see you're riding some sort of sex high, right now. There's no way you're beating me." Brooklyn got up, taking a swig from the red solo cup they'd brought up with them. "Prepare to lose."

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After their kiss, Caleb took his time primping himself in the mirror making himself look presentable once again, stealing glances at Brooklyn all the while, heavily considering going for another round if not for the fact that in their fervor they'd gone for the nearest bathroom rather than finding an unoccupied bedroom. "Well, there's always my family's inheritance, we'll be fine, I'm sure." He joked, then looked at her, done with his hair, "You see Brook, that's the difference between you and I - I was talking about being partners and you want to be my competition? I'll grab Jimi and mop the floor with you and whoever you choose to partner up with and not even feel bad about it if that's how you want to play it."

Caleb's words brought Brooklyn back to their current surroundings, everything else having literally gone out of the window— thanks in part to his talents. As she caught her breath, the beat of what she knew to be a Nicki Minaj song came to focus. As did the voices of all the strangers that were currently making a mess of her family home. But just as the worries of what was happening outside of the bathroom they'd found themselves holed up in came to mind, Caleb's lips met hers and that was enough to make her forget all about what was happening that night. None of that was her problem. "I would love to," Brooklyn mumbled against his lips, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek. She couldn't control what was happening around them, but she could control what was happening then and there. And she just wanted to have a good time with her partner. "I think after tonight, I don't think any of us will be inheriting anything anytime soon." She said with a small laugh. "Let's go, I do have to maintain my kicking your ass at beer pong reign. I don't know why you even try at this point."

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"I trust that you're feeling much more relaxed now." Caleb said while he rose up from his knees where he'd spent the better part of the last 20 minutes between her legs. With his thumb, he wiped at his lower lip with a satisfied expression on his face before he made the quick ascent to her lips to kiss her tenderly. It was the first party Caleb had been able to attend in a while and he was intent on enjoying the night and having Brooklyn do the same. "Do you want to go downstairs and play beer pong. It's set up on that 17th century Greek dining table that I was hoping you'd inherit one day. Don't think I really care about inheriting it after the night's over, but with you as my partner at least I know we'll own it."

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Brooklyn found herself smiling as he spoke, noting how much he sounded like someone who was bound to be the head of his family’s empire one day. “Fine, we are one hundred percent going.” She said with a overdramatic sigh, pouting her lips up to the high heavens if only to entertain him. “It is most definitely me keeping you alive. Have you seen the dating pool out here? If I lose you, who’s am I going to be stuck with?” She teased, feeling very much like they’d made a small trip to their early beginnings where she stubbornly refused to just admit that well, she loved him. “Excuse you, I can very be nice. You’d definitely know.” She told him. “I am not really sad, I just know we’ll be going back to the circus that is the holiday circuit.” Brooklyn happily took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “By all means, keep it up because I’ll be getting you back when you least expect it.” She told him, before the conversation turned to that of his birth mother. “Wow… that’s definitely major news.” So that explained the extra eagerness towards their arrival back home. “Just so we’re on the same page, do you find her arrival to be genuinely cool or is this a cool that’s meant to keep the peace?” 

**

The trajectory of Caleb James from a kid who knew what kind of guy he wanted to be and faked it until he made it to the man he wanted to be and even more had a lot to do with the woman beside him not only seeing the vision, but believing he was that man, and regarding him as such for better and for worse; in short, Caleb didn't really know who he would be without Brooklyn and wasn't interested in finding out. He grinned at the bratty antics from her that he loved so much, and leaned over to kiss her for what was intended to be quickly, but lasted a little longer." He chuckled, "You know, I can't say that I have. But obviously it would someone far less superior than myself."  He made a so/so motion with his hand in response to how nice she could or couldn't be just to be a brat, then grinned again because she wasn't saying something he didn't already know, "Yeah, but we're in the long stretch and after new years eve, we get our lives back."

At any point in time it would be so easy to just not antagonize Brooklyn, but it was nowhere near as fun, "And then I'll come back at you 10 times harder, babe. Good luck with that." It was major news, and something that only really came into fruition a week or so prior, but Caleb was happy for it all the same. "Genuinely cool. Amelia's like...a distant aunt or something, but she's never no been available if any of us ever wanted to know something. She, mom, and dad are tight. I mean you'd have to be to carry 2 kids for them, right? Plus how can I not be cool with seeing someone who had a hand in putting this perfect composition of DNA together?" He grinned, motioning to himself with his free hand, "You're obviously a huge, lifelong fan of her work."  

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“It was worth a shot.” Brooklyn said with a sigh, as she closed her eyes to enjoy the warm against her skin. Might as well take in all that paradise had to offer before they had to return to reality. “You call bullshit? And why is that?” She asked, a small smirk working at her lips before turning to face him. And what a sight it was. Now, her boyfriend was already sight to behold– add a bit of glow that could only come from a well deserved vacation and it was a shocker she could keep her hands to herself. “He would try, he would. I’d never let him, of course, but he would.” Brooklyn nodded in agreement. “Okay, I’d miss out on the Rosewood of it, just a tad but also, I’m with you and quite frankly, that’s more than enough for me.” She said. This, what they were building, this was the foundation for their family. “And it’s Brooklyn, James.”

**

"You miss 100% of the shots that you don't make, so I don't even blame you. Never known you to not take a shot, don't see why you would start now, but yeah we are 100% going home." Caleb just smiled softly while Brook, always enjoying letting her be a bit of a brat, he couldn't say why but it was true. "More than my dad being former law enforcement, I think it's you keeping me alive." It was only a matter of time before she conceded with what he was saying because there was no doubt in his mind that he was right. "Aww babe, you're being nice to me. I guess you're really sad to be going." Caleb reached his hand out to take Brooklyn's and squeezed, "Yeah, of course it is, Brookie. Anyway you're going to be meeting my birth mother. This is the first Christmas she's going to be spending with us since I was like 5. It's gonna be cool." 

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“Do we have to go back,” Brooklyn asked her significant other, as she looked out at their surroundings. No, they weren’t currently in Rosewood– their careers having allowed them reprieve from the single digit temperatures back home. No rather, they were enjoying the warmth and culture of the gorgeous, Rio De Janerio. “and I know, I know. The answer is yes, the holidays aren’t complete without us.” A statement that rang true with both their families– her father and mother already gushing about how they couldn’t wait to see her. “But I wouldn’t mind just staying here.” ( @caleb-j​ )

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"We both know the answer to that." Caleb told her, eyes still closed and shades off. It was a good call, getting in a vacay with a different climate before the craziness of Christmas, both of them coming from family centric tribes, they were in for a lot of face to face time with a lot of people, "I call bullshit." He said while he turned on his side in his beach chair to get a good look at Brooklyn, "Even if your dad wouldn't murder me if I was the reason you missed Christmas, you'd be going out of your mind. You talk a big game though, McKibbon. I might have believed you if I didn’t know you so well, Brookie."

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Brooklyn tilted her head as Caleb spoke, trying her hardest to keep a straight laced look on her face. Was Caleb currently nervous? The sight being one that she didn’t get to see very often. But the more he spoke, the harder she found it to keep the smile at bay. “Caleb, I don’t need you to propose to me to know you care about me.” She said, soft laughter spilling from her lips. “We’re literally in our early twenties, I think I can survive a couple of more years without a ring on my finger.” Brooklyn playfully rolled her eyes, patting at her boyfriend’s chest. “Plus, it gives you a couple of years to get me that ring.” By that ring, she was referring to the ring that’d be the envy of everyone she knew. “Uh huh.” Brooklyn scoffed joking, as she might have been proud of her Chadwell roots but she certainly wasn’t going to argue about what family was more influential. Especially when she knew it was hers. “That is true, it is.” Brooklyn nodded, tapping at her boyfriend’s chin. “You know, maybe this is a crazy idea but maybe we could just be happy for Cam? He’s married. That’s insane.”

**

It wasn’t often that Caleb had gotten visibly nervous, but Brooklyn had been the reason a lot of times since his freshman year of high school that he got out of character (and even before that if he was being honest with himself). They were far beyond the push and pull of Caleb being Brooklyn’s dirty secret passed up by her in high school and he knew that, but there was something in the back of his mind that always wondered a little if she’d be in love with him forever. “It was going to be a long engagement regardless, and don’t laugh.” He rolled his eyes as he rested his hands on her waist, “Happy for him...and we’re there now? Just mature and supportive people?” He let out a fake labored sigh, “I am happy for him. He knows that, but he also knows to watch his back.” 

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“It sounded like the point to me.” Brooklyn let him know. She might have been playing it cool at the moment, but hearing that Caleb had that in the works for their near future meant the world to her. He was truly her person and those small reminders that they were in this together, even after all these years was everything to her. “Well, if the plan was to charm me to such an extent, I think that would quickly overshadow a shotgun Vegas wedding.” She leveled with her boyfriend. “I can only imagine what a culture shock it is to go from a family full of musicians to well, your family.” 

**

“Well you know what I mean, right? Obviously it means the world to me, not a thing I’m taking lightly I mean...wait it’s alright that I was right? We’re still on the same page about how we’re feeling about each other - we’re still it for one another?” He was a little nervous now, unable to gauge where her head was at. “Of course we can.” He shrugged, “Yeah, I mean it’s different, but also the mayor is one of our in laws now. I’d say our family could start giving yours a run for their money, but they’re going to be combining so no real use in fighting, right?” 

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Brooklyn had been reapplying her lipgloss when her boyfriend spoke up, her attention shifting over to him. “Wait, does this mean you were thinking of proposing to me this year?” Brooklyn said with a soft aw, reaching over to pinch at his cheek playfully. “That’s so cute, Caleb.” She closed her compact with a loud clack, as Caleb brought up revenge. Now, that was something she knew a thing or two about. “Well, we can’t go the public humiliation route as nothing  phases your brother.” Brooklyn said with a twist of her lips, as she thought of ways she could get back at Cameron. “And as much as I want to recommend trouble in paradise, I don’t dislike your brother enough to cause a rift between the newlyweds, no matter how ridiculous I find the entire situation to be.” 

**

Caleb shot Brook a lame look, “That wasn’t the point but yes...and it would have been more than cute, you would have been charmed in a way that you have never been in your life. And now that’s postponed until...well until I don’t know when now. “Yeah, despite the insanity I actually kind of like her for Cam, I almost feel sorry for her.” 

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“So I’ve thought a lot about it and I’ve decided that Cam doesn’t get to steal my thunder like this. If I propose to you at any point within the year it’s going to look like I’m just following after him. That’s fucking annoying. So revenge is the only option. What’s the move here?”  

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“Now, that’s just unfortunate—” Brooklyn had begun to say, before she pulled her significant other in for a kiss. “I happen to think that girl had her eyes set on you.” She let Caleb know, nodding over in the direction from which he’d came. Surely making the nessacary rounds, that was essentially what brunch was for. “Do I blame her, no? At least she can go home knowing she’s got decent taste.” She smiled, wiping at his lips. ( @caleb-j​ )

*

Caleb was sort of walking on autopilot walking into the restaurant, and normally he was all about garnering the attention of others, especially for his good looks, but he had Cameron on his mind after his brother divulged that he was married and swore him to secrecy about it. “Hmmm? He said after Brooklyn’s lips brought him out of his own head for a moment, “Oh yeah, well she has good taste.” He told her, wiping his lips trying to calibrate to normal before the blonde started asking questions he couldn’t answer. “You look gorgeous, the son agrees with you, babe.” 

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“Well, when do I not?” Brooklyn asked her boyfriend with a raise of her eyebrow as he knew her too well at this point to have thought she’d show up to Thanksgiving in a sweater and jeans. “You know, I was definitely thinking one.” She nodded, as she knew that her family members would very much appreciate her pushing the fashion envelope. Plus it’d give some of the more chatty members something to truly talk about. “And by comfortable, I assume you mean a menswear inspired moment?” She smiled as Caleb brought up the youngest member of the James family. “And I love him as well.” Brooklyn let Caleb know as she went back into her closet to pick out something for his families festivities. “Dare I say it, he might just be my favorite member of the James’ family.” Brooklyn teased as he well knew that she loved every member of his family.

“I could tell you, but I don’t know if I’m in the mood to have something thrown at my head right now so I’m gonna just keep the answer in my head.” He gave her a wink, “Great minds, Brookie. And no I don’t, I just mean something that you can maybe get a little messy and won’t resent my kid brother for because he threw up on you in it.” He rolled his eyes as he moved behind the blonde and wrapped his arms around her, “As long as I’m still the cutest then I’m okay.” 

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“I’m glad.” She said with a playful roll of her eyes, which he got full sight of as she stood in front of their mirror. Tonight was Thanksgiving, which meant a night with both his and her family. Now, she knew she could easily enamor his family members, they were truly some of the sweetest people she’d ever met— which was shocking given Caleb came from them. But it was the Chadwells that’d provide her with a challenge. While the days of catty barbs were long past them, she still had to impress when she stepped in. She was the daughter of Stefan and Tinsley, after all. “Oh, I’m furious.” Brooklyn let him know, a small smile playing at her lips as she made her way back to their closet to try on another option. “You’re bringing out the pout, I see.” She crossed her arms, looking him over. “Unfortunately, I have to say that I actually do.” Brooklyn said with a groan, holding up two options. “Which one of these two?”

"Oh you are dressing to kill tonight.” Caleb said as he moved over to where Brooklyn was and took both options, and considered them both, “Hmm...number 1. White at thanksgiving is a flex and that’s what you’re looking to go when we go over to your folks’ place anyway, right? Wear this to your family’s dinner and bring something more comfortable for my family’s. Unless you want my little brother to ruin your outfit, he loves the hell out of you.”

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“I most definitely do,” Brooklyn let him know with a small pout as he’d brought her onto his lap. “Well, for starters, right as you intended to reach for your phone rather than take in the sight of this.” Brooklyn told him, although the words certainly struggled to leave her mouth as Caleb kissed his way up her body. So much so that she’d lost herself to the heat of the moment, until she felt him take his phone out of her bra. “You sneaky motherfucker.” Brooklyn laughed, playfully hitting his chest as he looked over the contents of his phone. “I suppose I don’t have a choice, so sure.” She said with a roll of her eyes, as she made her way off of his lap as they had a busy day ahead of them. Caleb had picked his phone and well, now she’d make sure he regret that decision. 

“Yeah, I know I am.” He looked up at her to grin, then back down at his phone. It turned out to not be much of an emergency, and he was way too young to be that guy so he sent off a quick message and made a show of powering the phone off, “Oh come on, you’re not mad at me are you? You won’t be hearing that thing ring again, Brookie.” He pouted, “Do you still love me...even if I’m a little shit head?” 

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“You are so far off the mark, but okay.” Despite feeling uneasy in the knowledge that Caleb actually might have been a few steps ahead of her in that regard Trinity grinned with him. Sure, he could come across a little too strong in the self appreciation department occasionally but he was as good as family so she’d long since come to love him for all his oddities. “Why, thank you,” she raised her glass. A few years ago she was all about appearances, popularity, all of that– a place at the top of the food chain in Rosewood was a precarious position to be in though, and once it had all come crashing down on her she realised she didn’t actually want to be constantly bending over backwards to keep the right people happy. She much preferred the quieter life she’d fallen into, with a few real friends and the James boys who she knew would have her back no matter what. “It is one sexy sweater. Shame about the head on it,” she poked her tongue at him, but settled quickly at his comment about bailing. “I’m not running away again, I’m coming back, promise. I’ll be like, an hour. Or maybe five minutes if he tells me to fuck off. I just… I can’t let him think he doesn’t have anyone on his side. I bailed on him when I went to study abroad and it fucked him up. I’m trying to be a stayer now, you know? I want to be reliable.” Trinity scoffed a laugh as she grabbed for the wine bottle to top up her glass; Caleb wasn’t wrong when it came to his description of Julian’s personality. “It’s cute though, that you want me to be here so bad.”

Caleb just shrugged, only time would tell, and he was only half serious, but the more she protested, the more he suspected that he may not be wrong. “Oh you’re welcome, you know you can always count on me for the truth. It’s my pleasure to dish it out.” The younger James brother snorted, “Please, Julian couldn’t make this sweater look this good. And I’ve never gotten any complaints about my head thank you very much.” He said and wiggled his eyebrows before nodding, “I have some qualms with that wording but sure, I’m picking up what you’re putting down.” He shrugged, “I’m cute. It’s only natural that the things I do are as well. You know for a while there I thought you were going to do a thing with that friend of yours, the literal giant.” 

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Trinity pointed at him in a way that said she’d got him, trying to focus more on that little victory than the fact that of all people Caleb was the first one she’d said anything about Julian to. “Okay, I said it was sad to be alone for the holidays, that doesn’t mean any part of me is being pulled,” she objected, taking a hefty mouthful of her drink that was probably more incriminating than intended. “I’m just a fucking nice person and we have enough food here to feed an army.” Still, he had a point when he brought up the way people had reacted about Brooklyn and she appreciated the support– even if she was too stubborn to admit that her intentions weren’t exactly stemming from a purely logistical standpoint in regards to the amount of food they had versus the number of mouths to feed. “Oh, so these are just wine bottle opening arms, huh?” she taunted, smacking at his shoulder if only to try and curb the topic out of dangerous territory. “Again, I’m just going to make sure he’s not like, spending his night eating cheetos. Stop putting your prince charming crown on me,” she brushed at the top of her head and pouted, “I don’t want it.”

**

“I said that I was going to help you out here and you insult me...either that or I’m just a few steps ahead of you on this one which...I’m very intelligent so it’s possible.” The blonde haired boy grinned, never passing up a chance to compliment himself. “You’re not a nice person. Quite unpleasant, really.” He chuckled before he took another drink from his wine glass. “They’re functional, but mostly for aesthetics. I mean, how good do they look in this sweater.” He smirked again, “Just make sure you come back though okay? We’ve got a whole family affair going on here, and you’re not bailing for Julian of all people. Oh and my other condition is that you tell him that every character from any Bret Easton Ellis novel said they want their personality back.”