Icing vs Frosting

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Brad Marchand was a force to be reckoned with both on and off the ice. He was directing the movers like Sherman when he burned Atlanta. He wanted her fully in his apartment tonight. Kayleigh just laughed and let him being in charge. She had packed up her bathroom stuff and all her clothes. The movers had put them in the back of Brad's SUV. He would periodically come and ask her random questions about furniture. Kayleigh patiently answered the questions. There was no stopping him. She however drew a line when the movers started trying to pack her kitchen.

"Bradley Keith Marchand" she yelled "Get them out of my kitchen."

Brad came into the kitchen watching as Kayleigh was trying to keep the movers away from her mixer and her cookie sheets. He started laughing. Kayleigh shot him an evil look. He started laughing harder. "You all right Doll?" he asked.

"No they seem to think it's okay to chuck my kitchen aid stuff in boxes like they are hockey pucks!" she replied clearly disturbed. "Not okay Marchand."

Brad spoke with the moving guys and told them that they were to follow Kayleigh's instructions to the letter in the kitchen. Brad then started helping her pull things out of the kitchen cabinets and sort them into boxes. Before he started putting anything in boxes he asked her permission. Kayleigh realized she might be crazy. "I'm sorry" said Kayleigh leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"It's okay Doll. I sprung this on you fast. Plus I don't like people packing my hockey shit either." he replied "It's good to see you fired up on occasion about something other than Gears." He stole another kiss and head over to finish stand sheet pans up in the box.

"Maybe Davey would like this apartment after he gets settled."

"It would be a good place for Gears to be if he wants his own place." answered Brad "I can pay the monthly rent and sublet it to him."

"You are not paying the rent" said Kayleigh.

Brad laughed. He almost expected her to stomp her foot. Kayleigh was on a roll today. "Doll, I will either pay the rent or the amount to break the lease. Doesn't matter to me. Before you stomp your foot I can afford it. It's not a big deal. I blow money on worse things. This way I get to come home to you every day. I love you. I want to take care of you. I love that you don't expect me to just take care of everything. But sometimes I need to. Please don't fight me on this one Doll."

Kayleigh came around the edge of the counter and wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his back. "I'm sorry. It's sudden. I am used to doing everything my way." She kissed his neck "I am excited to move in. It's just going to be chaos for a few days. I don't ever want you to feel like I am using you. Or that I want you for any reason other than you just being you."

He pulled her around so that she was facing him "I know you love me for me. God only knows why. And I am pretty sure the boys think you might be daft. But I have no question as to why you are with me. I am pretty fucking awesome." He stole a quick kiss as Kayleigh smacked at him. He was laughing as he gave the movers another box of kitchen supplies. Four hours later they had all of Kayleigh possessions in boxes. It helped that Brad had a platoon of movers. All that was left in her apartment was her couch, bar stools, a six piece place setting, silverware, a few towels, her bed and the bedding that fit the queen size bed. She was looking around the apartment when Brad came back up.

"Van is on it's way to our house" said Brad smiling at her "I like saying that. Our house." She smiled at him. People really had no idea how sweet the Lil Ball of Hate really is. "Kayleigh and Brad's house." Kayleigh started laughing. "What it sounds good" replied Brad.
Kayleigh nodded. Brad wrapped his arms around her. "So I had a thought" he stated while snuggling her.

"Should I be scared" asked Kayleigh.

"Probably" he answered "So my family is down all the time. The boys have family down all the time. So why don't we set this place up so the families have somewhere to stay. If Had's brothers come up they have a place. If your parents and sister come up we are good to go. Not saying everyone won't want to just stay with us but it's good to have space for everyone. And if Gears decides he wants to live here or one of the other rooks of PBruins we will cut them a deal on the rent."

"When did you get so smart" asked Kayleigh.

"I think it was when you fell in my lap" replied Brad smiling at her. He gave her a fleeting kiss. "Come on we have to get over to our house. Otherwise the movers might use your pans to change the oil in the truck." He winked at her. Kayleigh knew she couldn't possibly love anyone as much as she did Brad.

Brad was quiet on the way to the apartment. Brad was never quiet. "Why are you being so quiet Bradley Keith?"

"Just thinking" he answered "I'm not sure how I convinced you to go out with me let alone move in with me. Hoping that now you will be spending so much time with me you will still like me."

"Bradley Keith Marchand I practically lived with you anyway. We haven't really spent a night apart other than away games. I know what I am getting myself into. I am sure there will be days I want to kill you and days you want to kill me. But we will survive. Plus Rask will let me borrow his goalie stick if you really get out of hand. I love you."

"You sure you don't want to just get married?" asked Brad.

"Keep it up Marchand one of these days I'm going to say yes."

"I keep waiting Doll" he answered. Kayleigh smiled at him as they pulled into the parking lot. She had no idea how serious he was. He had already made arrangements to check out engagement rings. Who knew they would bring them to you. Apparently hockey player wanting to get married equals big money and easy targets. He had given the guy perimeters but not a price range. Which apparently annoyed ring people. He told him it didn't matter what it cost if it made Kayleigh happy. Which in turn appeased the ring guy and made him think Brad was an idiot. That last for about 2 minutes when Brad told him something simple, classic, and that wouldn't get caught in a mixer. The ring actually sighed on that one. He was going to try and get Brittany to help. He knew if he told Hadlee Belle or Caroline their heads would explode.

Kayleigh started laughing. Most guys would be dejected if their girl kept telling them no. Brad took it in stride and kept on going. If Kayleigh thought he was actually serious she wasn't sure she could turn him down. "You are a mess Brad"

"Yep" he replied unlocking the door. He swept her off her feet and carried her bridal style into the living room.

"Brad" she laughed "You're supposed to do this when we get married. Not shack up."

"I'll do it then too. And anniversaries. And maybe random Wednesdays."

"You are too much." she replied as his mouth came down on hers. She could kiss Brad for the rest of her life and be happy. He sat her on her feet and continued kissing her. They broke apart when one of the movers cleared his throat. Kayleigh hid her red face in Brad's chest. Brad tightened his arm around her. He always got amused when she blushed and hid. He was more used to girls who wanted to show off the face that they were with the Lil Ball of Hate.

"The boxes are labeled just put them in the correct rooms. When you unload the boxes from my truck put all of them in the master bedroom." he instructed. Kayleigh looked up at him and smiled. "What?" he asked looking down at her.

"I'm not sure there is room in your closet for my stuff with all your stuff" she smirked at him "You really willing to give up half a closet." Brad burst out laughing. Kayleigh was smiling at him.

"Yes, I would give up the entire closet for you" he smirked.

"You do love me" she teased.

"Damn straight and don't you forget it." he replied stealing another kiss. Brad headed down the hall towards his bedroom. Kayleigh started unpacking the kitchen boxes brought in by the movers. All of her cobalt blue Kitchen Aid tools were scattered across the counter. The movers were placing boxes in the corners of every room. It would take them several hours to unpack all the boxes. She debated calling Hadlee and Caroline for back up. But knew they were spending time with the boys before the next series of games. Brad had been in his room for about 45 minutes when he called for Kayleigh. Brad was immediately visible when she walked into his room.

"Brad?" she called.

"I'm in our closet" he answered. Kayleigh poked her head in the door and found Brad sitting in his closet trying to free up space in his drawers. Kayleigh immediately started laughing at all the clothes strewn about the large closet. He wasn't any closer to making room for her stuff. It looked like an athletics department had lost a battle with Armani. Kayleigh sat down beside him in the floor of the closet. Brad just looked at her sheepishly.

"I think we need to turn the 3rd bedroom into a walk in closet." he replied "Or I could just buy a house with bigger closets."

Kayleigh started laughing again. She leaned over and kissed him "It's okay. We can put my clothes in the spare room."

"Don't want to" he replied cutting her off.

"Bradley Keith just until we figure out how to manage your wardrobe." she explained "Maybe if we put all our off season clothes in the 3rd bedroom we can rotate the master closet as the weather changes. Just a suggestion."

"Or I can call a contractor and have him knock out some walls and build a bigger closet"

"How about we try it my way before we demolish our apartment?" asked Kayleigh.

"We'll give it a go" replied Brad "But I still think we might want to consider we will need a bigger place. We could buy land in burbs and build whatever you want. Industrial kitchen. Pool the whole 9 yards." Kayleigh got tired of him rambling and leaned in and fused her mouth to his. She felt his arms come around her. Brad flopped back in the pile of clothes next to him and pulled her on top of him. His tongue licked at the seam of her mouth. He gained entrance to her mouth. It was slow drugging kisses and then deep kisses that left her completely breathless. She felt his hands slide inside her shirt and she grabbed his wrists.
"No way Marchand" she said righting her shirt. She was still straddling him as she spoke "We have a platoon of movers in this house."

"Come on Doll, I like playing 7 minutes in Heaven with you" he said smirking at her.

"We have an army of movers here Brad. We can't make out in your closet like middle schoolers." she replied. Brad kicked the door of the closet closed.

"There all better" he said as her pulled her back to his mouth. He moved so that Kayleigh was beneath him. How does he do that so fast thought Kayleigh. Kayleigh started to object but Brad cut her off with another kiss. The more Brad kissed her the more she forgot about the movers. The moment Brad's hand moved to go under shirt there was a knock on the closet door.

"Umm Mr. Marchand" called the gentleman at the door "We have all the boxes here in the house. We need you to sign and we will be out of your hair."

"Don't move" said Brad "I'll be right back." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. The moving guy was standing outside the door . He smiled at Kayleigh when he saw the closet floor. She felt herself flush from her toes to her ears. Brad just smiled at her and shut the door.

The moving guy said nothing but continued to look at the closed door as Brad signed the paperwork. "Good luck with the season " stated the moving he then nodded to the closet "and that." Brad walked the guys to the door of the apartment. One of the guys started to ask Brad to sign something. Before he could reply the guy from the closet door answered "Not now he's busy."

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