Wasn’t that the point of Doctor Stone’s Adventures? To make Caspian a celebrity? Otherwise, how else could he restore his image? Andrew was fully-aware that Caspian’s priority was more on the outcome of the show than the filming itself, but a good outcome was dependent on the show being popular, and that required enough advertisements for a large audience. So, the snort from the cameraman was to be expected, and it was an indication of the answer. Caspian would definitely be getting another shock if he turned on the nightly news.
Andrew was grateful to hear that his husband would be willingly to talk to Samantha about the cameras. He knew the cameramen were only doing their jobs, but if he or Caspian weren’t doing anything video worthy then he didn’t see a reason for them to be around. When the car stopped, Andrew briefly followed behind Caspian and then went to help with the seating arrangement of the open area beyond the tent, seeing that people were carrying folding chairs.
Samantha was no longer wearing the same white blouse and pencil skirt she normally dressed in but had changed into a light blue blouse with mesh sleeves that was tucked into a pink skirt. She held a clipboard and pencil, going over a checklist of what was needed for the venue. No problems were reported as of yet, which was a good sign they were on track to start the photo shoot in thirty minutes. With Caspian and Andrew arriving, she could cross them off her list.
Seeing Caspian approach her out of the corner of her eye, the host didn’t bother to look up when she was spoken to. “You’re rather bold today,” she commented, not immediately addressing his concern, “But, yes, we will have food for our guests. If you take a look, there’s already a few things here.” She tapped the rectangular table they stood next to. On it were wraps, sandwiches, and other finger foods still covered in cling wrap with the trays spaced evenly apart. She then moved to the end of the table while motioning Caspian to follow her. “We also have a dessert table.” She said, proudly. The centerpiece of the table was a 3-tier wedding cake. “Only the top tier of the cake is edible. The other two tiers are fake.” Surrounding the wedding cake was a stand of macarons, the twenty cupcakes which were taken from the morning, cookies, chocolate-covered fruit, and other desserts. While it looked like a lot at first glance, there was a larger variety of different foods and desserts than quantity. On a different table was a drink dispenser for iced water and lemonade. “Now, why don’t you help with setting up the tableware and cutlery?” She suggested.
Jack smiled as he looked up at the portrait. Such a beautiful omega, lovely in all ways. Jack often wondered if he was ever looked at as beautiful or handsome? He really did ride a thin line between the two stone the moment he opened his mouth it gave him a more rugged feel, "he's lovely. "
Thinking about having a child made him realize his heart was just around the corner. He didn't want to have one right away and omegas didn't usually take to their first heat together. Usually it was a dud. Aortic the first pregnancy was common to be hard on omegas but after that it was usually smooth sailing.
"Oh they'll be running around giving Cade a hard time no doubt," Jack unconsciously touched his stomach, the heat making him want to carry his to be mates child. The desire was already there making him ache. "I just wonder if they'll pick up me accent."