honey, i'm home [callie]

[fletcher]

If his fiance was pregnant, he was going to throw himself in front of the next bus, car, or train he saw. Was that a bit of an overreaction? Probably, especially since most men would be elated to find that the woman they were about to marry was also carrying their little love spawn. The only problem was, Fletcher wasn’t the paternal sort. Sure, kids were cute and alright to bother, but to actually have one that was half him? No thanks, that wasn’t on the top of his list right now. Perhaps a monkey, he could handle having his very own monkey, but otherwise he just wanted...a nap. Yes, he wanted a nap.

But he couldn’t nap-- or just go to sleep, since the evening was wearing on-- because his beautiful bride to be wanted Oreo ice cream, mayonnaise, and paper towel. What she wanted with all those things, he didn’t know, but like the dutiful man he’d turned in to, he had put some pants on and went to the store. Fletcher briefly wondered if this was what his life was going to be like from now on: evening runs for cravings and potential house hold clean ups. Lord he hoped not.

Ah yes, the pregnancy things. Well, Oreo ice cream and mayo-- those were cravings, right? Maybe not the mayo-- or maybe it WAS-- but definitely the ice cream. It was either that she was pregnant or she was already turning into one of those scary monster brides. To be quite honest, Fletch would rather deal with a scary monster bride. Did that make him a chicken? No, no he liked to think he was rather manly.

Although as soon as he hit the cleaning supply aisle and was confronted with several racks of paper towel, he started to question whether or not this was normal. Then again, for the past handful of years, his ‘normal’ was lying as still as possible in the mud or sad or flora in order to get one nice picture. He’d suffered some tropic diseases he’d never heard of, gotten bit by things bigger than his palm, and almost was trampled by a hippo-- yet somehow, outside all of that, the task of picking out the proper paper towel seemed horribly daunting.

Sighing, he grabbed the one with the possessed looking cats on the front and wandered to the sundae aisle. Did that exist? Oh, no. But there was ice cream on one half and some things to put on ice cream, among other things, on the other side. After grabbing some hot fudge and Callie’s ice cream, he paid and left. He didn’t want to spend anymore time than he had to in that crazy maze of products. It was insane. Finally, he was home. He opened the door to their flat and dropped off the stuff in the kitchen. Fletcher looked at the clock; Callie had been running some errands herself and should be home any second.

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[CALLIE MADELINE DAVIS]

Callie wasn’t pregnant, she was sure of it, hell that would be the worst thing ever to happen to the girl, sure she was in a stable relationship but Callie pregnant, nope it’s just not right. Callie’s livelihood is based off the fact she has that girl next door face and that cheerleader body, getting pregnant would take half of the equation away and to Callie that just can’t happen. Sure, people call her self-centred, vain and egotistic and she probably is all those things but mainly because the world encouraged her to be like that. It’s like, if everyone keeps telling you that you’re a genius, soon enough you’ll believe them and probably assume that you are far cleverer than anyone else, the same thing happened with Callie, but it was all about looks. She was forever being told that she was pretty, and then as she got older the words became more complimentary, she was gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and soon enough it got to her, she believed it and she lived it. Being spotted to be a model was just the icing on the cake, now it wasn’t just people that knew her that were handing her compliments, it was her whole town, the country and soon enough the fashion world.

Today was no different to most days for the petite brunette, she was planning her wedding, a task that she put most of her effort into as she had very little else to do. Fletcher was out on an errand that Callie had sent him to do just because she was trying on her wedding dress, he had no idea it was even close to being ready but Callie was having it made from scratch and so she was trying on some different dresses to get an idea of how she wanted hers. She didn’t want Fletcher there because its bad luck, obviously. However the girl had told her fiancée that she was out doing errands too so she left the house twenty minutes before he was due to get home, she was out dropping off a letter to the post box, sending something back home. Callie was incredibly homesick but she knew that Capeside was where they needed to be, it was Fletcher’s home. That was one of the sacrifices she had to make, she would have loved for them to get married back home but Fletcher’s mom wanted them all married in one church and the press would be a lot less in Capeside, though Callie already had OK covering the wedding. She knew that if Fletcher loved Capeside as much as it seemed then it wouldn’t be long until she did too but it was just taking her a bit longer than she had hoped.

She was on her way home and she pulled into the drive parking her car in its designated place, climbing out and making sure it was locked. Callie had a little blue slug bug and she adored it, it was exactly the same as the one she had back home apart from the driving seat being on the other side. It was the little things that Callie clung to from back home, she couldn’t have her friends, her family or her fame, so she had her car. People may say that all Callie cares about herself but just imagine being a Newcastle girl born and bred, then you get the opportunity to travel the world and then suddenly you’re in a small American town with your fiancée and a whole load of strangers, it’s a big of a change for her. Callie was used to everyone knowing who she was, she was forever getting attention but here no one could care less, she had no-one to talk to and a fiancée who seemed to be away more than he was with her, she was going stir crazy. She climbed up the stairs to their flat and unlocked the door, heading into the kitchen where she found Fletcher. “hey” she said shutting the door and removing her coat before hugging Fletcher and giving him a quick kiss, he seemed really distant all the time, she missed him.

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[fletcher]

He stared long and hard at the container of ice cream and the chocolate sauce sitting next to it. He’d gotten the ice cream specifically for his gorgeous fiance. She wanted it, so he’d complied and ran the errand while she went crazy with the preparations for their upcoming nuptials. If getting the ice cream was the least of his worries, he’d gladly do it. The only problem now was that he was debating whether or not to make the biggest, bestest, most fattening sundae he could and devouring it before Callie got home. Could he do it? And would she kill him for eating probably a good half of the tub before she even got a spoonful? You could never be too careful with women, he’d come to find; they got crazy over the strangest things. However, if anyone asked Fletcher, he would tell you that if someone ate half of his ice cream he’d be rather heartbroken. Maybe Callie would be happy. She was a model and wanted to keep her figure so she could continue being one. If he ate most of her ice cream, then she wouldn’t be able to gorge herself on it and gain an unnecessary pound or two.

Not that Fletcher would ever worry if she gained any weight. Hell, she could be twice the size of her tiny little frame and he’d still love her. Fat chance of explaining that to a woman, and a model none the less, so he was going to stick to his original thing about eating all the ice cream so she couldn’t get fat. Well, he wasn’t going to word it that way. Deciding with a very firm nod, he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and gave himself three very generous scoops of ice cream. He found a banana in the fruit basket, chopped it up, and put it over the ice cream. Next came the whipped cream. Then the sprinkles. And finally-- once the microwave was finished with it-- the hot fudge sauce. He stared down at his magnificent creation and then down at his flat stomach. How did he do it? Sometimes he wasn’t even sure. However, he only ate things like this about once or twice a year, so that was probably explanation enough. He dug around for a spoon and briefly wondered if Callie would demand he share his marvelous creation.

He got out an extra spoon just in case. Just as he was about to take the first bite, his beautiful bride burst through the door. It was then that he realised he hadn’t really gotten to spend that much time with her lately. They were both quite often too tired to do anything or preoccupied. That wasn’t good, was it? He smiled down at the woman and gave up the rights to his sundae-- only for the time being-- so he could hug her back. Her kiss was quick and he reclaimed her lips for a second, longer kiss. Why did it feel so...he couldn’t find the word for it. It felt like it’d been a while since he did that. ”Hello, gorgeous,” he said with a smile when he freed her from his arms and grabbed the spoon again. He picked up the other one and held it out to her, raising an eyebrow. ”Care for a challenge?” he asked, wondering if she’d comply. ”Did you get everything done for the day? I was hoping we could just have a quiet evening. Y’know, dinner at home, a movie, all that jazz.”

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[CALLIE MADELINE DAVIS]

Callie understood that it wasn’t Fletcher’s fault that they were spending less and less time together, they’d just moved house, he had things to sort out and people to see, she knew it’d be just the same if they’d decided to move to Newcastle, she’d have had to visit everyone, sadly here she knew no-one. She was doing her best to get out and about though, she’d met up with a wedding planner and went out of her way to visit different coffee shops hoping that it would be a chance to bump into people and maybe make some connections. Callie had even gone to the local hairdressers, a thought that made her feel a little ill, she’d been having her hair done by a personal stylist since her eighteenth birthday but it hadn’t been too bad, she still looked like Callie. She had managed to get chatting to a couple of ladies but all they seemed to want to talk about was kids or the next town event, Callie wasn’t used to small town chit chat, it was something she was going to have to get used to it seemed. Living in Newcastle Callie had always been a city girl, big bands came to play fifteen minutes from her house and people travelled just to go shopping in her local shopping center, it was mad that now she had to be one of those people that would travel, because her small town didn’t quite quench her shopping needs.

The brunette didn’t watch what she ate like most models mainly because she did far more exercise than any of them could imagine, Callie worked out at the gym for at least two hours everyday, doing a mixture of cardio, strength and dance, it was just the way she was. She was also lucky in the fact that growing up she’d never had takeaway and so the sight of a mcdonalds burger makes the girl want to be violently sick, though she has got a sweet tooth that could rival Augustus Gloop’s. This was why she’d sent her fiancée off to get her ice cream, she couldn’t wait to get home and delve in, the creamy taste as it melts against her tongue, ice cream is definitely her weak point. Of course weight was an issue, she wouldn’t be plastered over every magazine if she wasn’t an English size four, she knew that which was why physical activity was always on the top of her list. Back home it’d been easier, she’d had personal trainers and nutritionists that made sure she was eating correctly, here it was all up to her and Callie wasn’t very qualified when it came to the kitchen. She knew she was meant to be the perfect housewife, she should cook and clean and all that but Callie ended up ordering most of their food and the flat was cleaned weekly by a professional cleaner, that was Callie, she’d rather pay someone else to do it, it’d work so far.

She smiled as he called her gorgeous and was pleasantly surprised when he went to make the kiss longer, for some reason she felt uncomfortable around him, like she was walking on eggshells, she didn’t want to upset him, which was why she’d made her entrance so brief. She looked at him as he pulled away from her, “right back at ya, handsome” she said with a soft giggle, he really was gorgeous, she knew she was lucky. She looked at him as he passed her a spoon and motioned to the gorgeous sundae that he’d made himself, she was glad he was willing to share, “well, I don’t like losing” she said with a smile, sitting herself down so she could eat the ice cream. She listened as he mentioned a dinner and movie, it was perfect, sure it was nothing special but to Callie just being able to sit with her fiancée seemed perfect, when they were abroad it was all work for him and photoshoots for her and now they were back he was forever meeting up with old friends but a night in with just them, well that sounded perfect. “yeh I did, a night in sounds perfect” she said, her smile widening as she reached for his spare hand, it seemed silly but she loved holding his hand in hers, it reminded her of all that she had, to most it may seem a bit childish but Callie loved knowing that he was there, she could feel his hand within hers.

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[fletcher]

If anyone had told a fourteen year old Fletcher that he was going to grow up to travel the world and end up marrying a model, he would have laughed in their face. Even now it was still a little hard for him to wrap his head around. When he first left to go on his travels, he thought that he would have to give up the whole relationship thing. He had to break up with Thalia, hurting her though he had loved her, in order to pursue his dreams. It just so happened that along the way he found a woman who was as nomadic as he was, though for different reason. Fletcher was swept away by Callie. She was beautiful, of course, but she was also incredibly dedicated, brilliant, protective, and captivating.

”I know, I’m always terrified to suggest a game of cards. You’re viciously competitive, you know that?” he teased and poked her side. ”I’m glad there’s the rule that men are always supposed to let women win, otherwise I might have to sleep with one eye open after kicking your tush.” Fletcher was being a complete idiot, mind you, since he knew that Callie would never hurt him-- or he hoped she wouldn’t-- but there was a goofball side of him that would never go away. He was probably never going to mature to the extent of other people his age. Sure, he was mature to a point, especially when it mattered, but other times he was just an easy going type of guy who didn’t take life too seriously. What was the point of getting all stressed out by things that were beyond his control? There was no point.

When Callie took his hand, he lifted hers slightly so he could press a kiss to the back of her hand. Like a knight. Yes, he liked to think he was a wonderful knight who got to run around slaying dragons. Or not. But he liked the idea that there was at least one woman in the world who thought she would be able to put up with him for the rest of his life. That had to been Callie was Superwoman. He took a nice big spoonful of his sundae and happily ate it. ”Oh, you’ll never guess who I ran into the other day,” he said when he snapped out of his sundae-induced mouthgasm. ”Or you might guess, but you probably won’t guess right, since there are what, 7 billion people in the world?” he rambled on. He tended to do that and he knew it was a habit he needed to break, the rambling, but it was hard when he’d been doing it since childhood. ”A girl I knew in high school, Thalia. She’s a wedding planner, which I find to be quite surprising, though she seems rather happy. Oh and I saw Caroline, my oldest sister. Mom told me that she was pregnant, but holy crap, it already looks like she’s about to explode. She’s already got three kids, I can’t imagine what she needs another one for,” he said.

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[CALLIE MADELINE DAVIS]

Callie had never really had time for men, work had always come first yet here she was, miles away form home leaving her career behind. Her friends told her she was being ridiculous, she had all she’d ever wanted and she was giving it up for love, she was mad. The brunette was wanted to be the face of every makeup and hair brand, every show wanted her to appear and she was close to becoming the nation’s sweetheart, which was ironic enough in itself. It was like love had made her lose all her senses, she’d spent years climbing to the top and here she was, a number one selling album and an amazing modelling opportunity but that wasn’t here anymore, she was ready to leave Callie Davis behind and become Callie Donovan. Her friends thought she was mad to do that too but there was no way that Callie wasn’t going to change her name, Callie Davis was a party girl, a model and a pop star, Callie Donovan was a devoted wife, it signified who she was going to become. Of course her stage name would stay the same if she ever went back to modelling and singing but she wasn’t sure, she just knew that she’d be wherever Fletcher needed her, it was a feeling she’d never had before and she wasn’t really sure what to do with it.

She laughed when he said that she was viciously competitive and she glared jokingly when he mentioned letting her win, “you wish, you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried” she said with a giggle as she took a spoonful of sundae, it was as good as it looked. That was the benefit of not being a model, sure she wanted to look good but calorie counting was something that her agent had made her do, she had to do a diary where she wrote everything she ate, she said it was too make sure she was eating healthily and not becoming anorexic but Callie knew she was checking that Callie wasn’t having any inappropriate snacks, though she still had them, she just didn’t write them down. Callie knew she was competitive, it’d always been the way, growing up at school she was always the child had yelled at the teacher when they declared ‘next goal wins’ when her team was already 10-4 up. Lance had always been weary of Callie when they were young, if she didn’t win she’d throw the board across the room and probably storm off somewhere, of course she was better now but she still did everything she could to win, even if that meant jumping on Fletcher’s back to put him off while they were playing xbox, kissing him also did the trick.

The brunette smiled as he took her hand and hissed it, she felt like a princess and it made her feel amazing inside, it was moments like that when Callie realised she’d made the right choice. She liked to think of them like that, the couple that were always meant to be, the ones that can get through anything, that was them. She listened as he began to tell her about the people that he’d seen to that day and he asked her to guess, “was it… Nicki Minaj?” she asked, picking a celebrity at random knowing full well it wouldn’t be anyone that exciting. Truth was it was very unlikely to be anyone that Callie even knew, but as the said the name Thalia her ears perked up, that was the girl that Callie had hired, only earlier that day. She nodded as he spoke about his sister, though she wasn’t really interesting, she heard odd words, explode and kids being the most prominent but she was still lost, this town really was ridiculously small. “Thalia? Thalia Reese” she asked, knowing it was going to be the same girl, there couldn’t be that many Thalia’s, especially in this tiny town. She played back what he’d said ‘a girl I knew in High School’ that was code for ex girlfriend, she just knew it, a knot in her stomach formed and she felt sick but she tried to keep a light look to her face.

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[fletcher]

”Do I sense a challenge from my blushing bride?” he asked, standing up a little straighter as he raised a brow. ”Well, I knew I was marrying a feisty woman but I thought she’d be one that’d make me a sandwich and put up with watching football every Sunday. Was I horribly wrong?” he asked, purely teasing. The man didn’t even really like football, at least not the American version of it. Sometimes he got a bit confused because throughout his travels people tended to use football when referring to two completely different sports. In the end, it left Fletcher confused to as what he wanted to call either sport. But, being American through and through despite his need to travel everywhere but, he decided that soccer would be soccer and American football would be football, at least in his mind. He had to admit that Callie probably cared about neither sports. Did she like sports? He could never remember. Women were hard to keep up with. It took all in his power to remember what her favourite ice cream was. To be fair to Callie, it wasn’t that he didn’t care-- he was just horribly scatter brained. He barely knew his own favourite things, so she needn’t be offended.

Where was he going with that particular train of thought? He couldn’t recall. He shook his head and dug his spoon into the sundae. ”Y’know, now that you won’t be forced to write in that silly little book thing everything that goes into your mouth, I would feel like such a fat-ass around you,” he said with a nod. Not that he was a pig by any means-- barring his current indulgence of the sundae-- and ate pretty healthily most of the time. He was just a tall, lanky guy who had extremely high energy levels. He was always on the go, rarely sat still, and was an avid runner. He needed the calories, in his opinion. That wasn’t to say that he thought that Callie was going to gain a hundred pounds. Lord no. She was a naturally petite girl to begin with, so unless she intentionally ate McDonald’s every single day, he couldn’t imagine her changing too much. Even if she did, he’d still love her. She’d just be a little fuller than her teeny, tiny self. Less breakable, perhaps? Though she wasn’t really breakable, was she? She was as tough as nails, that woman, and that was part of the reason he fell for her so hard. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid to put up a fight to get it, then keep it. He admired that dedication and strength.

Now he was thinking deep thoughts that were somewhat unlike him. He wasn’t an idiot but he preferred to enjoy life and not let things get too serious. Hence why he laughed when Callie suggested the definitely-surgically-enchanced singer. ”I think if I ran into her, she’d claw my face off with those scary talons of hers,” he said, mimicking claws with his free hand. ”She doesn’t seem like the type to take being ran into lightly. Have you ever met her before?” he asked on a second thought. It still was about weird to him to think of Callie as this famous celebrity. To him, he was her Callie, his wonderful fiance and soon to be wife that he got to spend the rest of his life with. She wasn’t a model or a singer or a friend of other famous people, not to him. She was Callie. Fletcher was a bit surprised when she said Thals’ last name. ”Yeah, one and the same. How do you know her?” he asked. ”Did the name pop up when you were looking for wedding planners today? Truth be told, I thought you were going to fly in some high class man with purple hair from the UK,” he said with a grin. ”By the way, I’ll probably never stop thanking you for agreeing to have the wedding here. I know you’ve just made my mother’s world complete. She’s a bit more sentimental than most mothers, but I think that’s where her particular brand of charm comes from.”

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[CALLIE MADELINE DAVIS]

She smiled as he called her a blushing bride, that word alone could make her melt, it was probably her favourite word at the moment, closely followed by fiancée, she really had turned mushy hadn’t she. She couldn’t help but giggle as he raised an eyebrow but she composed herself just in time for him to comment on her making a sandwich and watching football, “well, a sandwich is actually one thing I can do” she said with a smile, cooking wasn’t exactly Callie’s speciality. “and when it comes to football, I’ll happily watch the English football, but none of that American rubbish” she said with a sly smile, in truth Callie was actually a huge Rugby fan, she felt it was probably one of the more manly sports, they got a broken nose and continued playing whereas in ‘soccer’ they tended to dive and fake injuries. She wasn’t really sure what her opinion was on American football, she didn’t really understand the rules and she felt they were a little wussy with their massive pads. She only really understood Rugby because her brother played it and she’d been dragged to more games than she could count. Callie hadn’t really done that much sport at school, she’d dabbled in netball and was okay at hockey but then it got to the point when she was more worried about breaking a nail than winning a game, so she was quickly removed from the teams. She had done dance and gymnastics until quite an old age, her and Lance had done a lot of dance together, though he’d never openly admit it.

The brunette had another spoon of sundae as he mentioned her book that she usually wrote her calorie count in, she knew he hadn’t appreciated it. “maybe I’ll write down everything that you eat” she said with a smile knowing that that would probably be his worst nightmare. Callie had always been small, even when she wasn’t the prettiest girl her figure had almost very petite, but standing at a mere 5”3 meant that Callie had never been the ‘tall’ one. Growing up, being small had annoyed the girl no end, she would get picked on just because she was smaller but now she wouldn’t change it for anything. She could wear heels whenever she wanted and still be shorter than most of the boys there, no guy wanted a girl who was taller than them and Callie was only taller than male dwarfs, or jockeys. She knew that maybe if she was taller she could’ve done runway modelling but she was kind of glad she’d never got into that world, those girls didn’t eat, and if they did they made it come back a few minutes later. Runway models were clothes hangers and Callie didn’t like the idea of that, she was the face of things and to her that made it more exciting, they wanted her, not just her thin frame.

Callie laughed again as he spoke about Nicki Minaj probably clawing his face off, and then he turned the question around to Callie. When she was with Fletcher she kind of forgot that they weren’t just a normal couple, especially now that they were in suburbia. When they were in Europe they were reminded by the flashbulbs and people approaching Callie with notebooks and pens, here, everything was just so, calm. “I’ve met her a couple of times, she’s actually incredibly sweet” the girl said in her thick Geordie accent, Nicki had found it quite hard to interpret what Callie was saying but after a few attempts they’d managed to make a bit of conversation. She listened as he asked how she knew her, he went on to joke about a guy with purple hair but Callie was trying to calm herself down, luckily she was actually quite a good actress. She wasn’t going to get upset with Fletcher over this, she didn’t want to ruin their night, no, the anger was going to come down on poor little Thalia, the one who had lied through her teeth when Callie had hired her. “Yeh, something like that…” she said tailing off, she didn’t want Fletcher to know that she was going to fire the girl, she liked to keep drama out of their relationship as much as she could. She smiled as he said that his mum was so thankful for them having the wedding in capeside, “It’s fine babe” she said, using the word she used far too much, “as long as ma mum gets to see us in a pretty dress she’ll be happy” she said truthfully, using us to mean me like she always did, it was confusing but it was Geordie.

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