(***DISCLAIMER***Adult content implied but not played through, some naughty words. Tsk Tsk Tsk. And never forget blood guts gore and anger. ***DISCLAIMER***)
Quinn was dressed in a three piece Armani suit, casual, with all things considered. Sitting fidgeting with his tie in front of the house in Rio that he bought as his very first marital home. Swallowing hard he looked sideways at Dirk, feeling rather hot, and rather nervous about the whole situation. A hand slid from his tie to find its way into dirks. "Are you sure you?re ready for this?"
Although accustomed to wearing formal and semi-formal attire up on the catwalk, Dirk wasn't as comfortable wearing a suit for every day events. Not that this was an every day event, he reasoned with himself. He was dressed similarly to Quinn, three piece Armani with all the cuff links and tie clasps that came with it. Inwardly, he was a nervous wreck. More for Quinn, than himself. He knew all too well how hard it was to come out to family. When Quinn reached for his hand, Dirk turned his attention outwards to his lover. He offered a comforting smile and as one hand held Quinn's the other covered it. "Question is, are you? We don't have to do this, babe. I can be just a business partner, or whatever you'd like me to be."
"If you were anyone else you would be a business partner, or a sales rep from the states, but you?re not anyone else." The statement was finite as if there was nothing more to say. He tugged lightly at Quinn?s hand and walked right to the door. Opening it lightly he smiled and nodded to a young man, clearly a butler of some sort. Where he informed them that the family was out on the veranda waiting for them. A nod from Quinn and he smiled to Dirk his hand still in that of his lover.
Dirk couldn't think of anything else to say, except, "I love you." He smiled and gave Quinn's hand a squeeze as they walked into the lavish home. The bags he carried were taken by the butler as Quinn and Dirk made their way through the house. Just before arriving at the veranda, Dirk paused in his step and tugged Quinn back to him. "No matter what happens, I'm here." Impulsively he leaned close and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Quinn's mouth. "I'm so proud of you."
He nodded, and returned the kiss affectionately. This was not the time to be timid. He pulled open the wide glass doors to the veranda with a bright smile and a spreading of arms. "Daddy's home. Who missed me?" He smiled brightly and scooped up his daughter and then his son. Pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads before looking to Michelle. "Michelle this is Dirk. Dirk this is Michelle. Before anyone asks. This isn?t someone Daddy works with, or someone who is here to look at a hotel, he's...a very special friend of Daddy?s" He looked to Dirk and wondered how to explain a boyfriend to a six and eight year old.
Dirk gazed into Quinn's eyes for a brief moment before the doors were thrown wide. This was Quinn's time to shine; and a family reunion came first and foremost. He took a half step behind Quinn and smiled pleasantly with a nod to Michelle as he was introduced. His hands went behind his back and he kept them there, letting the news sink in. Of course the children wouldn't understand, but he saw the look in Michelle's eyes and feared the worst for Quinn.
Michelle held a glass of sangria in her elegantly boned and finely manicured hand. When the door opened and the love of her life stepped out onto the balcony, she beamed with happiness. And as the children squealed and hugged their father, her happiness didn't quell. But the moment the tall American was introduced, her smile faded quickly. Storm clouds loomed in her blue eyes and she took a deep breath. A woman of breeding, she knew better than to make a scene; especially in front of the children. "A pleasure, Dirk." Her mouth turned into a firm line and she rose, smoothing out her silk camisole. "Quinn, may I have a word with you, please?"
Quinn was dressed in a three piece Armani suit, casual, with all things considered. Sitting fidgeting with his tie in front of the house in Rio that he bought as his very first marital home. Swallowing hard he looked sideways at Dirk, feeling rather hot, and rather nervous about the whole situation. A hand slid from his tie to find its way into dirks. "Are you sure you?re ready for this?"
Although accustomed to wearing formal and semi-formal attire up on the catwalk, Dirk wasn't as comfortable wearing a suit for every day events. Not that this was an every day event, he reasoned with himself. He was dressed similarly to Quinn, three piece Armani with all the cuff links and tie clasps that came with it. Inwardly, he was a nervous wreck. More for Quinn, than himself. He knew all too well how hard it was to come out to family. When Quinn reached for his hand, Dirk turned his attention outwards to his lover. He offered a comforting smile and as one hand held Quinn's the other covered it. "Question is, are you? We don't have to do this, babe. I can be just a business partner, or whatever you'd like me to be."
"If you were anyone else you would be a business partner, or a sales rep from the states, but you?re not anyone else." The statement was finite as if there was nothing more to say. He tugged lightly at Quinn?s hand and walked right to the door. Opening it lightly he smiled and nodded to a young man, clearly a butler of some sort. Where he informed them that the family was out on the veranda waiting for them. A nod from Quinn and he smiled to Dirk his hand still in that of his lover.
Dirk couldn't think of anything else to say, except, "I love you." He smiled and gave Quinn's hand a squeeze as they walked into the lavish home. The bags he carried were taken by the butler as Quinn and Dirk made their way through the house. Just before arriving at the veranda, Dirk paused in his step and tugged Quinn back to him. "No matter what happens, I'm here." Impulsively he leaned close and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Quinn's mouth. "I'm so proud of you."
He nodded, and returned the kiss affectionately. This was not the time to be timid. He pulled open the wide glass doors to the veranda with a bright smile and a spreading of arms. "Daddy's home. Who missed me?" He smiled brightly and scooped up his daughter and then his son. Pressing a kiss to the tops of both their heads before looking to Michelle. "Michelle this is Dirk. Dirk this is Michelle. Before anyone asks. This isn?t someone Daddy works with, or someone who is here to look at a hotel, he's...a very special friend of Daddy?s" He looked to Dirk and wondered how to explain a boyfriend to a six and eight year old.
Dirk gazed into Quinn's eyes for a brief moment before the doors were thrown wide. This was Quinn's time to shine; and a family reunion came first and foremost. He took a half step behind Quinn and smiled pleasantly with a nod to Michelle as he was introduced. His hands went behind his back and he kept them there, letting the news sink in. Of course the children wouldn't understand, but he saw the look in Michelle's eyes and feared the worst for Quinn.
Michelle held a glass of sangria in her elegantly boned and finely manicured hand. When the door opened and the love of her life stepped out onto the balcony, she beamed with happiness. And as the children squealed and hugged their father, her happiness didn't quell. But the moment the tall American was introduced, her smile faded quickly. Storm clouds loomed in her blue eyes and she took a deep breath. A woman of breeding, she knew better than to make a scene; especially in front of the children. "A pleasure, Dirk." Her mouth turned into a firm line and she rose, smoothing out her silk camisole. "Quinn, may I have a word with you, please?"