"Okay, Mia and Marcus are almost here and Bellamy and Taylor are just leaving Manhattan." Joy called while walking out of the kitchen with a platter of cheese and fruit.
Joy and Dylan have officially moved in together, and have both moved their work spaces to the house. All their furniture was delivered three days ago and they knew the first thing they wanted to do was have their friends over for dinner once the house was ready.
Bellamy ended up staying with the redhead from the bar after their drunken night together in Lake Ontario. It is quite the drive to see each other, but they're both having fun. Everyone enjoys Taylor's company, so she is a good fit with the group. \
Dylan came strolling down the stairs in a handsome tan blazer and tan pants with a white undershirt. He walked over to Joy who was touching up the knick knacks on the side tables.
"Are you nervous?" He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck softly. "Because you really don't need to be."
"I know I shouldn't be. But it's their first time seeing the house that we worked so hard on. I want everything to be perfect." She stood up from the couch and walked toward their liquor cart, "Do you think we have enough booze?"
Dylan smiled and shook his head, she may be cute but her anxiety is through the roof. "Yes, we have enough alcohol. Don't worry. What is the worst that could happen?"
"They could all hate the décor and they could shit on our couch. Our wonderful, and comfy couch." Joy whined, thinking of that actually happening; which it wouldn't.
"What is the best that could happen? Dylan asked, taking her hands in his.
"They could love the place, say we did a great job on decorating. The night would go well and we would laugh and have a good time."
"Now which of the two sounds more likely?"
Joy let go of his hands and walked into the bathroom to check on things for the last time, "You know listening to reason when my anxiety is peaking isn't my strong suit."
"It'll be okay."
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Dylan went to answer it with Joy trailing behind. Dylan swung the door open and Mia and Marcus were standing there looking as adorable as ever.
"Come on in!" Dylan let them through the door and they emerged into the house. They took their shoes off, per request from Joy. Their eyes scanned the place and they both eventually found themselves on the couch.
Joy sat across from them on a matching loveseat, "So, what do you think? I figure we'll do the whole tour when Bellamy and Taylor show up."
"It looks great here. Who did you hire as your designer?" Marcus complimented, eating some of the cheese that was left on the coffee table by Joy.
"Nobody. We decorated ourselves." Dylan chimed in, taking a seat beside Joy. "I'll be popping in at random times, I'm cooking and don't want our first friends and family meal to be burnt."
Mia smiled, "Well, I'm sure whatever you make will be good. And seriously you two, the place looks stunning. I can't wait for the tour."
"I can't wait to give the tour." Joy smiled, "So, how is little miss Rushman?"
Mia smiled and put her hand on her stomach, "She's good. All my doctors say that she's growing normally and everything is on track for her expected due date in March."
"Aww, Cheyenna and her can be March babies together!" Joy smiled, "I am so happy for you guys. I can't wait to meet her."
"She is going to be the cutest little baby ever." Marcus gushed, putting his hand on top of Mia's on her stomach.
