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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Choices
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Hilary Maxwell + Trish Rollins
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,074
Summary: Andrej and the girls are having a little wine and start talking marriage. Andrej is not ready for the conversation.
Author’s Note: Written for day five of the 3 sentence fic challenge. Today’s prompt was: anuptaphobia: fear of marrying the wrong person.
“Jake told me that he thought he’d like to marry me someday,” Hilary said, setting a bottle of wine and three glasses down on her coffee table.
“Really,” Hilary said, shocked. “Wasn’t he married once before?”
“Engaged,” Hilary said. She poured them each a glass of wine before relaxing back into the couch. “Before you ask, yes, it ended badly, but he thinks he’s over it finally.”
“That’s good,” Trish said, taking a sip of her rosé. “This is nice,” she said, meaning the wine. “But so is Hansen. You know I love Reyes, he’s a pain in the ass, but an overall good guy. However, he was not right for you.”
They both cut their eyes to the third member of their party, who frowned back at them. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because weirdly I think Reyes is exactly what you needed, Andy,” Trish said.
“The narco is fine, don’t get me wrong, I like him. But…” Hilary shrugged. “He’s not Zayne.”
“I am confused, I thought you did not think Zayne and I should be together?” He took a long pull off his wine glass.
“I didn’t think it’d work at first,” Hilary said, topping off their glasses. “Especially where Rosewood was concerned, but they’ve both really stepped up in the boyfriend department. I’m impressed.”
“Same,” Trish said. She looked at her glass. “Should we order food now before we’re trashed, or do you want to wait and really blow all of our diets?”
“Maybe we ought to order now,” Hilary said. “I’ll go get the menu, be right back.”
“So,” Trish said, giving Andrej the eye. “When are you getting married?
“Me?” He looked horrified for a second, before relaxing into the soft comfort of the wine haze. “I do not think I will ever get married. It is too… complicated considering my current situation.”
“You’re already living with Zayne,” Hilary said, handing Trish the menu. “And Rosewood pretty much never leaves. Why he won’t move in is beyond me.”
“He’s a stubborn asshole,” Trish said, her eyes glued to the piece of paper in her hand. “But I guarantee that if Reyes even thought about proposing, he’d jump on that bandwagon so fast his pretty little head would spin.”
“Zayne never will, so it is not an issue,” Andrej said. He took the menu from Trish and started reading it, hoping that the subject would change.
“Okay,” Hilary said, snatching the menu out of his hand. She knew what he was likely to get anyway. “So, let’s just say Zayne matured enough to propose. And then Rosewood did, too. Who would you choose?”
Andrej opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t find the words he needed. “I could not. Not even if one answer were more obvious than the other, it is not a choice I could make.”
“Why?” Hilary had picked u her tablet, started to order dinner. “I’d think that by now you’d know which one would make the better husband.”
“I think I do,” he said, tossing back what was left of his wine. Trish wagged her fingers at him, and he handed over his glass. “However, do you ever worry that you’ll make the wrong choice? Even if you have all of the necessary information?”
“Like when Hil spent six weeks researching hair dryers and ended up buying one that fried her hair? Yes.”
Hilary shivered. “It had the best reviews and all the features I wanted. Piece of shit.”
“That is exactly my point. One might have all the selling points and great reviews and still turned out to be the wrong choice.” He sighed as he took his newly refilled glass from Trish. “It is my biggest worry. Hurting one of them by choosing the other and then realizing I’d made a bad choice.”
“Well,” Hilary said, leaning over and giving his leg an affectionate pat, “I guess it’s a good thing then that neither of those two idiots are mature enough to actually commit.” She made a few taps on her tablet before setting it aside. “Dinner will be here in twenty. More wine?”
“Please,” Trish said. “And Andy, too. I know he’s trying to get back on the wagon, but he can start that shit tomorrow.”
“Andy,” Hilary asked, holding the nearly empty bottle up in front of him.
“Do you have a spare room because I am already three glasses in and dinner has not even arrived.”
“Honey, you could share my bed for all I care,” Hilary chuckled. “But yes, you can stay in the spare room and this one,” she hooked her thumb at Trish, “can stay in my room. Not like we haven’t shared a bed before, right?”
“Right,” Trish agreed.
Andrej shook his head and held out his glass. He could relate since he and Zayne had shared sleeping quarters more than a few times before they’d ever ended up in a relationship. The girls moved off into the kitchen so that everything was ready when their food arrived. Since they’d insisted he relax, he left them to their duties and tried not to think about marriage. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get it out of his head now that they’d brought it up.
Without a doubt, James would make the better husband, but he was pretty sure Zayne understood him and his quirks better. In the end, however, he knew that he’d never be able to choose one over the other, never mind that he didn’t want to choose either. He was more than happy with them both, even when they were such idiots that he was forced to spend the night with Hilary and Trish, just so he could have a break.
The doorbell rang and he pushed to his feet. “Dinner is here,” he called. “I will get the door.”
He tipped the driver since he knew Hilary had already paid for the food and carried the food into the kitchen. As much as he loved his boys, some nights, this was all he needed. A little wine, some good friends, and hot food. It certainly kept his relationship fears at bay for a bit.
“It’s about time,” Trish groaned, taking the bags from Andrej’s hands. “I’m starving.”
Laughing, Andrej went to the cupboard to retrieve napkins, listening to the girls’ chatter. He was in for one heck of a night, even without his boys. And he was so ready for it.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Hilary Maxwell + Trish Rollins
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,074
Summary: Andrej and the girls are having a little wine and start talking marriage. Andrej is not ready for the conversation.
Author’s Note: Written for day five of the 3 sentence fic challenge. Today’s prompt was: anuptaphobia: fear of marrying the wrong person.
“Jake told me that he thought he’d like to marry me someday,” Hilary said, setting a bottle of wine and three glasses down on her coffee table.
“Really,” Hilary said, shocked. “Wasn’t he married once before?”
“Engaged,” Hilary said. She poured them each a glass of wine before relaxing back into the couch. “Before you ask, yes, it ended badly, but he thinks he’s over it finally.”
“That’s good,” Trish said, taking a sip of her rosé. “This is nice,” she said, meaning the wine. “But so is Hansen. You know I love Reyes, he’s a pain in the ass, but an overall good guy. However, he was not right for you.”
They both cut their eyes to the third member of their party, who frowned back at them. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because weirdly I think Reyes is exactly what you needed, Andy,” Trish said.
“The narco is fine, don’t get me wrong, I like him. But…” Hilary shrugged. “He’s not Zayne.”
“I am confused, I thought you did not think Zayne and I should be together?” He took a long pull off his wine glass.
“I didn’t think it’d work at first,” Hilary said, topping off their glasses. “Especially where Rosewood was concerned, but they’ve both really stepped up in the boyfriend department. I’m impressed.”
“Same,” Trish said. She looked at her glass. “Should we order food now before we’re trashed, or do you want to wait and really blow all of our diets?”
“Maybe we ought to order now,” Hilary said. “I’ll go get the menu, be right back.”
“So,” Trish said, giving Andrej the eye. “When are you getting married?
“Me?” He looked horrified for a second, before relaxing into the soft comfort of the wine haze. “I do not think I will ever get married. It is too… complicated considering my current situation.”
“You’re already living with Zayne,” Hilary said, handing Trish the menu. “And Rosewood pretty much never leaves. Why he won’t move in is beyond me.”
“He’s a stubborn asshole,” Trish said, her eyes glued to the piece of paper in her hand. “But I guarantee that if Reyes even thought about proposing, he’d jump on that bandwagon so fast his pretty little head would spin.”
“Zayne never will, so it is not an issue,” Andrej said. He took the menu from Trish and started reading it, hoping that the subject would change.
“Okay,” Hilary said, snatching the menu out of his hand. She knew what he was likely to get anyway. “So, let’s just say Zayne matured enough to propose. And then Rosewood did, too. Who would you choose?”
Andrej opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t find the words he needed. “I could not. Not even if one answer were more obvious than the other, it is not a choice I could make.”
“Why?” Hilary had picked u her tablet, started to order dinner. “I’d think that by now you’d know which one would make the better husband.”
“I think I do,” he said, tossing back what was left of his wine. Trish wagged her fingers at him, and he handed over his glass. “However, do you ever worry that you’ll make the wrong choice? Even if you have all of the necessary information?”
“Like when Hil spent six weeks researching hair dryers and ended up buying one that fried her hair? Yes.”
Hilary shivered. “It had the best reviews and all the features I wanted. Piece of shit.”
“That is exactly my point. One might have all the selling points and great reviews and still turned out to be the wrong choice.” He sighed as he took his newly refilled glass from Trish. “It is my biggest worry. Hurting one of them by choosing the other and then realizing I’d made a bad choice.”
“Well,” Hilary said, leaning over and giving his leg an affectionate pat, “I guess it’s a good thing then that neither of those two idiots are mature enough to actually commit.” She made a few taps on her tablet before setting it aside. “Dinner will be here in twenty. More wine?”
“Please,” Trish said. “And Andy, too. I know he’s trying to get back on the wagon, but he can start that shit tomorrow.”
“Andy,” Hilary asked, holding the nearly empty bottle up in front of him.
“Do you have a spare room because I am already three glasses in and dinner has not even arrived.”
“Honey, you could share my bed for all I care,” Hilary chuckled. “But yes, you can stay in the spare room and this one,” she hooked her thumb at Trish, “can stay in my room. Not like we haven’t shared a bed before, right?”
“Right,” Trish agreed.
Andrej shook his head and held out his glass. He could relate since he and Zayne had shared sleeping quarters more than a few times before they’d ever ended up in a relationship. The girls moved off into the kitchen so that everything was ready when their food arrived. Since they’d insisted he relax, he left them to their duties and tried not to think about marriage. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get it out of his head now that they’d brought it up.
Without a doubt, James would make the better husband, but he was pretty sure Zayne understood him and his quirks better. In the end, however, he knew that he’d never be able to choose one over the other, never mind that he didn’t want to choose either. He was more than happy with them both, even when they were such idiots that he was forced to spend the night with Hilary and Trish, just so he could have a break.
The doorbell rang and he pushed to his feet. “Dinner is here,” he called. “I will get the door.”
He tipped the driver since he knew Hilary had already paid for the food and carried the food into the kitchen. As much as he loved his boys, some nights, this was all he needed. A little wine, some good friends, and hot food. It certainly kept his relationship fears at bay for a bit.
“It’s about time,” Trish groaned, taking the bags from Andrej’s hands. “I’m starving.”
Laughing, Andrej went to the cupboard to retrieve napkins, listening to the girls’ chatter. He was in for one heck of a night, even without his boys. And he was so ready for it.
