"OKAY, DO YOU HAVE your ticket ready?" Grace asked Brad as their boarding class was now called to board the plane.
"Uh, yeah." He said as he stood up and pulled out his phone.
The pair were now in line to get on their flight to go to Vegas.
Grace was the maid of honor, and wanted to throw a bachelorette, but the wedding was tomorrow and Harper wouldn't let her throw her a bachelorette.
Harper also already had Grace's dress for the small wedding. Grace didn't even know what color it is.
For the flight Grace was in sweats and Brad had sweatpants on and a black tee that showed off his muscles.
They finally got in their seats and Brad was already putting on his buckle.
"You do know the flight doesn't leave for like at least another 20 minutes." Grace said looking at the brunette beside her.
"I know, I know. I just get a little frazzled is all." Brad said, his eyes softening as he spoke to the blonde.
"Frazzled," Grace said with a chuckle.
"Babe, you're a pilot." She continued as she put her hand on his trying to calm him down.
"I know I am, but, I'm not the one piloting this plane. So I can't really trust it." He said still looking Grace.
Grace was about to respond when the beverage cart pulled around.
"Can I get you guys anything?" The attendant asked sweetly.
"I'll have ginger ale, please." Grace said as she poured it into a cup for her.
The attendant handed it to her just as Brad began to speak.
"I'll have Makers on the rocks, please." He said as Grace rolled her eyes.
He really did have flight anxiety.
*
Their flight landed an hour later and it was now 9pm.
The wedding was tomorrow afternoon, and they had a flight to catch the day after the wedding.
Due to their new mission, they had to leave after training today and be back on Monday.
"Want to grab a bite to eat?" Brad asked as they exited outside of the airport, their hotel in walking distance.
"Sure. How about a food truck? I'm tired." Grace said slightly outing as she leaned into the tall boy.
"Sounds like a plan, shortie." Brad said with a smile and chuckle.
*
The pair had finished their food truck dinner, and Brad checked them into the hotel, as Grace was too tired to do so.
"C'mon babe, I got our keys and our room." Brad said helping the sleepy blonde up from her couch in the lobby.
"Alright, alright." She said as she got up.
They walked to elevator and then their room.
"Hey can you make sure my alarm is set? I have to go to Harper's room tomorrow to get ready." She asked Brad as she started to lay down in the bed with him next to her.
"Yeah, I got you." He said as Grace sensed a smirk.
Grace then grabbed his arm and put it around her waist as she snuggled into him and fell into the best sleep she's had in ages.
*
Grace woke up to the sound of Brad's alarm for her and his arm still draped around her waist.
She couldn't help but smile.
She pecked his cheek as she got up to let him know that she had to go get ready with Harper.
She quickly brushed her teeth, changed, put on deodorant and went to the room number Harper had texted her.
When she got there she knocked and Harper answered right away, throwing her arms around the blonde.
"Oh my, it's been so long Gig!" Harper said mentioning the nickname she had for her best friend.
"I know, I would have visited more but training has been busy." Grace said walking in to the room as Harper led her to the couch to eat breakfast.
"What do you need training for?" Harper asked as she dug into her chocolate frosted donut.
"Some mission that is practically suicidal." Grace exclaimed picking up a donut.
Grace's comment left the two girls quiet.
"Anyways, your getting married today! To Dylan, god I miss him." She said with a chuckle.
"I know! I can't believe we are high school sweethearts." Harper exclaimed staring off.
"Well you have to let me see you dress!" Grace told her red headed best friend.
"Of course. I also have yours." She said with a wink as she led them to her closet.
Harper opened the closet and pulled out a white, silk slip dress with a cowl neck and train.
Perfect for a Vegas wedding, Grace thought.
"It's amazing, Dylan will drop dead when he sees your ass." Grace said as she hung the dress back up.
As Harper had finished putting her dress up she grabbed the one next to it.
It was also a slip dress, but it a midnight blue and it would go down to her knees.
"I thought this would suit you. When I saw your pictures at the naval ball, I was like damn midnight blue is her color." Harper rambled on as Grace was still mesmerized by the dress.
Grace had to admit, it did look like her dress from the naval ball. The only thing she wished she could have changed about that night at the naval ball was her date.
FLASHBACK
3 years ago, Top Gun training base
"Hey Grace, you almost ready?" Stormy, her training best friend asked.
"Yeah I'll be out in a minute." Grace said. looking over her appearance.
Grace had a long, sparkly midnight blue dress with a plunging neckline, showcasing her boobs. Her hair was down and curled, and her makeup was simple but chic. She also had on sparkly heels so she could be as tall as her date, Hangman.
She only said yes to Hangman, or as some call him Jake, because Brad was there and they had just started their friends with benefits endeavor.
She was hoping Brad would ask her, but after watching Hangman ask her, instead he asked Stormy, otherwise known as Kris.
Kris said yes only because she wanted to go in a group with Jake and Grace, and also because she wanted to make another girl in their class jealous.
Grace walked out to Kris, and Kris had on a beautiful red silk gown.
"Damn Barbie, I though you would've worn pink; but blue looks amazing on you." Kris said as they began to walk down the hall to meet their dates.
"You look great too, Stormy." Grace said as she sent the girl a smile.
Grace and Kris finally reached their dates, both in black suits and ties.
Even though Jake was her date, she couldn't help her eyes wandering to Brad.
"Damn. You look amazing." Jake said cockily.
"Thanks," Grace said with a somewhat forced smile.
The group of four went inside, took pictures, and had refreshments. Now it was time to dance.
"Hangman, want to dance?" Grace said opting to get him out of seat.
"I'm pretty good here babe." He said as he took a long sip of his bourbon.
Grace rolled her eyes clearly annoyed by who her date was. He didn't even want to dance! What a dick.
"I'll dance with you." Brad said as he picked up his own bourbon glass, taking a swig and then standing up to meet the blonde.
"Thanks, Rooster." She said; still clearly annoyed that he didn't ask her to be his date.
The two had danced to the party songs for about an hour when the first slow dance song came on.
"We can sit down now." Grace stated. She felt like he wouldn't want to slow dance with her.
"No, your going to dance with me, Gracie." He said grabbing her hips and pulling her in close.
God, he made Grace feel weak in the knees with that nickname.
Grace didn't even say anything as she linked her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat speed up.
Was he nervous? Did he actually like her?
"You look very gorgeous tonight." His now raspy voice said into her ear.
"You don't look to bad yourself." She said, her head still resting on his chest.
"You want to know what I'm most excited for tonight?" He said with a hint of danger in his voice.
"Oh, spare me." Grace said with a slight chuckle.
"Taking that gorgeous dress off of you in my room." He said just as the slow song was concluding.
BACK TO PRESENT DAY
Chapel in Las Vegas
"How do I look G?" Harper asked her best friend right before she was about to walk down the aisle.
"So good, let's get you married!" Grace responded excitedly.
Grace was now in her blue dress, her hair curled with one side pulled back and in a barrette and light makeup.
The two girls had caught up with love lives, regular life, and work while they were getting ready.
Grace couldn't wait to see Brad's reaction to her. She already knew he was such a simp.
She had to walk down the aisle before Harper and that time is now, she gave her best friends hand a squeeze before she walked down the aisle with the only groomsmen, as it was a small wedding.
The whole time she felt Brad's eyes on her.
When Grace got to her place at the altar, she made eye contact with the brunette who was practically undressing her with his eyes.
'Wow.' He mouthed at his girlfriend with a wink.
Grace rolled her eyes and set her attention to Harper now walking down with the ceremony starting.
Grace couldn't help but wonder if this is what her and Brads wedding would like someday, small, intimate, romantic.
She and the boy were stealing looks at each other the whole time.
Little did she know, Brad was thinking the same things she was. He was already thinking about what they were going to name their kids.
*
The wedding party and their plus ones had just arrived at the reception hall, which was a Vegas club.
Harper and Dylan had already gotten drinks payed for, so it was free game.
Grace took a couple shoots and had a beer, while Brad only had a couple beers.
They both wanted to stay somewhat sober tonight, as they both felt something big was coming.
*
A couple hours later Brad and Grace were somewhat tipsy in the middle of the blue dance floor, grinding to the rhythm of the music.
"God, your so beautiful." Brad said reaching his neck down to start kissing Grace's neck.
Grace couldn't even respond she was started with his sudden display of affection, but instead of stopping it, she just leaned her neck back further into his shoulder to give him more access.
"Let's get out of here, now." Grace said; Brad still sucking and tasting her neck, getting lower and lower with each kiss.
"Are you sure." He said disconnecting his lips from her body to look her in the eyes.
Grace grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, smashing her lips on his, sliding her toi he in his mouth to taft him. He tasted like mint and beer. She loved it.
"Take me to bed or loose me forever." She said pulling away from their kiss.
"Don't need to tell me twice." He said grabbing her hand and leading her to their hotel room.
That night, they had slept together for the first time in four years.