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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Waking up in Northern Ireland was a dream itself. Bridget had honestly never thought she would get to see the stunning country for a really long time, if ever. This trip gave Bridget not one but two of those long off wishes; waking up in Belfast and in Dylan’s arms. They’d been living across from each other from the moment Bridget moved to New York. But she liked that about their relationship. They’d gotten to know each other before anything had happened; even ignored feelings. Sooner or later, all of this was bound to happen, Bridget was pleased it wasn’t taking them another dozen years to reach this point; she wasn’t sure either of them would have let that happen! “Perfect! Role reversal!” Bridget said brightly, sounding excited about playing a round of golf or something that men usually did while women were running around playing wedding planner. Bridget would have been lying if she’d said she never thought about her wedding but she hadn’t actually put too much thought into it. She always thought her parents were more into the idea of their daughter’s far off nuptial than she ever was. A happy life with someone she loved and babies were things Bridget had always wanted but she had never been in a rush to have those things either.

“Oh well, that’s good. We wouldn’t want you spending the entire flight back thinking up new and creative ways. Or would we?” She said when Dylan pulled back. This surprise trip had started out innocently enough and changed the second Dylan pulled up outside her parent’s house in Nevada. It was by far her favourite surprise ever. This whole situation was kind of funny to Bridget. Most people thought vacations with significant others were a great big deal and something that happened six months or more into a relationship. Bridget knew it was a big step in a relationship but she didn’t think it was some great big thing that needed to be worried about. Maybe it was just because she and Dylan got along so well that it didn’t seem like a scary thing to be spending all this time together. “I don’t need a line for that.” Bridget purred leaning in close. It was nice to be able to talk and tease like this and know later on it would actually lead to something more than just soft laughter and shutting doors.

Bridget could feel herself relaxing more and more once they were past the front door to Dylan’s aunt’s house and Bridget wasn’t walking towards uncertain doom. No one could say Bridget had a dull and boring imagination. Bridget chuckled at Dylan trying to save himself from the teasing and torment the conversation was bringing his way and knowing he would fail simply because his brother wasn’t there and he was. Besides, nothing too terrible was really being said so it wasn’t like he was actually going to get yelled at or chastised. “It doesn’t matter what trouble you got yourself into as a child. You’re a good man now.” Bridget said smiling over at him. Despite the terror he might have been as a child, running around with his siblings, he was a good man with a heart of gold.

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[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Dylan knew his ma longed to see her children married and off living the lives they had dreamt of since they were small. Right now that focus was mostly on Dylan since he was the eldest and the one who seemed to have any semblance of a plan for the future, though the last thing anyone could call the neurologist was predictable. However, Clara still had Kyla and Lily to keep her occupied and to stop her from focusing too much on trying to set her elder children up with who she thought to be there perfect matches. Dylan knew Clara would instantly jump on the wagon for pushing him and Bridget into future plans the moment they arrived back in New York and filled her in on the events since Dylan had mounted his motorbike for Nevada. “It is the twenty-first century.”

[/color] Dylan grinned with a slight shrug. He didn’t feel like he had to be married or settled down by a certain age, but he knew it would make his ma happy to see him in a serious, promising relationship. Clara worried so much about Dylan sinking into his work and forgetting about the rest of his life, even though he constantly reminded her that he had a life outside of the hospital and that he wasn’t about to forget about it.

“I’m never going to run out of ideas. There is quite the creative genius locked away up here.”[/color] Dylan said, tapping his finger against the side of his skull. He would never be a poet or an artist, but Dylan still had quite an imagination and he loved coming up with new, unique ways of doing things or showing people how he felt about them. And with Bridget there was so much to show and give. This relationship might have been brand new in some ways, but in others it was the same as it had always been. There was no need to feel awkward or worrying about saying something that might be misconstrued. He knew Bridget would understand and if she didn’t then it would be something they would laugh about later than night rather than worry about and fumble around until the next time someone felt brave enough to mention it. “Oh, I know that, love.”[/color] He grinned cheekily, leaning in close and giving Bridget a heated look before kissing her gently. Dylan had enough self-control to last when he needed to, but that wasn’t about to stop him from joking about and teasing like this.

He knew his aunt would make jokes and exaggerate certain comments. It was pretty much how the whole family worked when it came down to reminiscing. Each story grew more and more intense each time it was told and over the years something innocent and simple turned into a drama and a half at family gatherings. “I was never a bad kid! Or a troublesome one!”[/color] Dylan laughed, shaking his head when his aunt laughed, too. She was amused by how effectively she had wound Dylan up after only a few minutes of his arrival. “Aye, and the only time I couldn’t help him was when I was sick and he still managed to get himself into trouble then. Explain that one, will you?”[/color] He reminded his aunt, shooting her a look as though he was challenging her to provide a reason. When she didn’t, Dylan just laughed and moved a little close to Bridget. “See? They make up these stories.”[/color] He joked, just as the screaming children came running back in and shouted at the doctor to go and play with them, like he apparently promised over the phone the previous week. “Well, I guess I’ll be back.”[/color] He said on a sigh as he pushed himself to his feet and followed the excited children out to the garden where he instantly proceeded to chase them around, pretending to be a tickle monster.
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OUTFIT! Kiss Me, I’m Irish!
LYRICS! You Had Me From Hello - - - Bon Jovi
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[Bridget Cameron Delaynee]

Bridget’s parents had mixed emotions about their only child running off to get married and have a family of her own. Her mother wanted to chase around little grandbabies and while her father did, too, he wanted to keep thinking of his twenty-six year old daughter as the six year old who decided it would be a good idea to jump from the trampoline to the pool or the twelve year old who decided she wanted to play volleyball despite her lack of height being against her and was one of the best on the team. “Good to know that’s settled before it’s really a conversation. I’ll be golfing or something. I hate golf.” Bridget continued, teasingly though that last part was the truth. She had never understood the sport and didn’t bother trying to figure it out either. Bridget was lucky her parents didn’t keep pushing her during every phone call; it was usually every other one since she spoke to her parents almost daily.

“You should let him out more often, hmm? It must be cramped with that big head and all that medical junk.” She said playfully. All the teasing aside, Dylan was too good to her. Even when they weren’t together, he had still treated her better than any man she’d dated before. She liked that things weren’t completely awkward with them and when they were it was just something to laugh about because she knew more often than not it was her own doing anyway. There wasn’t the English professor could say to that that she hadn’t already said so instead she laughed softly and smiled against Dylan’s lips when he leaned forward to kiss her. Bridget really wanted to turn around and go back into that adorable cabin but bit her bottom lip instead even suggesting it. Say it enough times and Dylan might have given in and carried her back through but then they wouldn’t get anywhere at all and he did promise to show her Belfast and introduce her to his family still around the area.

Bee couldn’t help herself; she adored Dylan’s aunt and the children running about her home. Bee had always had a soft spot for kids, offering up babysitting hours around the neighbourhood whenever someone wanted a date night. There had only ever been Bridget and when she was starting to teach, she went straight to high school and missed out on all the little kids and teaching them how to finger paint and what not. Her dissertation wouldn’t have actually made any sense if she’d become a kindergarten teacher but it would have been a fun experience all the same. Bridget enjoyed this family dynamic, and laughed seeing how easily Annie riled the charming doctor up. “Maybe a few, I’ll give you that but I’m not about to believe they’ve doctored all the stories.” Bridget teased. It was pretty comical seeing Dylan on the edge of his seat, trying to correct everything that was being said from his childhood. “Have fun.” Bridget said, laughing at the children practically begging for their turn for Dylan’s attention. Bridget liked this aunt of Dylan’s. She was nice and teased Dylan just as much as Bridget did herself. But that didn’t mean she was by any means ready to sit down with the woman alone and talk to her. She didn’t know what to expect from her but Bridget did keep reminding herself that nothing could ever be as bad as her mother. Still, she kept her eyes out the window on Dylan chasing those little munchkins around the yard. But looking out the window and watching Dylan play with those little kids would only go so far. And as much as she was enjoying that view and what thoughts that very sight brought to Bridget’s mind, even this early in the relationship, she was sure the woman sitting across from her wouldn’t let the silence drag on much longer either.

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