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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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imsg: regina → felicitie

regina: stupid fucking hospital won’t let me sleep in the stupid fucking family room anymore bc “they’re not a hotel.”

regina: and just as i was about to go to sleep in my car the stupid fucking security guard told me i can’t sleep in their parking lot. what the FUCK?

fel: well, think about it this way. if they let you stay there, then they'd have to let every mother and father of any kids in the nicu stay there too.

fel: which is probably a fire hazard and extremely unsafe. plus those nurses and cnas have enough people to take care of and watch after. so for them to properly take care of kin they can't let you stay there, hun.

#• ❝ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴤᴛɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏᴤᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ. — mobile. ❞#reginarcher

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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#• ❝ ᴈᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴤᴛ ᴏᴈ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴈᴇ ; ᴈᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴤᴛ ᴏᴈ ʏᴏᴜʀᴤ. — ft. ezra. ❞#• ❝ ʜᴇ ᴤᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴤᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. — isms. ❞

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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bug .

– “WHAT?” it was mostly out of confusion, a cluelessly optimistic smile on his face. for a moment – a mere, fleeting moment – he misunderstood. the past tense didn’t register in his brain, and for a moment, he thought, god, she’s pregnant, and then the memories flooded back to him. the accident, the hospital, the month of waiting – agonizing, terrified waiting for her to wake up, and the mixture of horror and shock when she opened her eyes and didn’t recognize him. those memories, on top of the obvious things – she wasn’t showing at all, and god, if she was seven weeks pregnant in april, the baby would be born right around now – made the smile fall from his features as a wave of realization came over him. she had lost the baby in the accident. “w —- what?” it was airy and light, barely slipping past the knot in his throat, which he attempted to swallow as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.

he couldn’t do much more besides let them fall as he turned the thought over and over in his head. his eyes flickered away when hers did, and the only sound in the room was a quiet sniffle from him. maybe the saying was true – the one that went something like you don’t know how good you’ve got it ‘til it’s gone, except for ez, he hadn’t even known he wanted it in the first place. but he did – he wanted a baby with felicitie more than anything, and he’d had that chance. and if he’d just fucking shredded that letter, she wouldn’t have gone out that night, or maybe if he just hadn’t slept with camila in the first place all those years ago —— “we were gonna have a baby,” he moved closer to her, curling one arm around her waist and the other over her shoulder to place on the back of her head. he pressed a kiss to her forehead, wet with tears. her words paralyzed him, sending a shock down his spine and prompting him to pull away and meet her eyes. “—–you —–” he sniffled, letting out a choked, disbelieving laugh. he cleared his throat, then, his eyebrows furrowing. “—-you want – to try again?” not that they’d tried the first time, but this time —- this time they would, and they’d get another chance. “i want that —- i want that more than anything, fiz. god, i wanna have a baby with you.” he chuckled, a broken, quiet sort of sound, pressing another kiss to her forehead ( this one a bit more energetic than the last ). “you n’ ec —- you —- you’re the light of my life, fiz. knew that from the moment i met you. and – and i —-” he let out a bashful laugh then at his own stuttering. “—- we can do it, fiz. god, we can have a baby. let’s have a baby.”

❛ well ... good. ❜ it seemed rather odd to be laughing in this sort of situation. there had been too many tears shed and too much heartbreak to turn this conversation into a blessing. but that’s what life had been all about for them. roadblocks and heartbreak and turning that into something that made them so much better. despite her previous relationships and previous struggles, she couldn’t imagine going through what she had gone through within the last year with anyone else. his hands knew how to hold her and how to make her feel like not one thing on this god forsaken earth could break her. the way he spent his days and most nights protecting this city made her confident that halston was the safest city to keep her children in. the way he watched over their kids –– the way he took her daughter in as his own –– made her confident enough to know that the next two would be raised with class and dignity and love. god, was it clear how much he loved them. that’s why the next sentence that fell from her lips seemed like the easiest in the world. ❛ ––– what about two ? ❜ her voice was shakey as her eyes scanned his for some way to say that he registered what she had said. knowing ezra, however, he practically studied each word that fell from her lips so she wasn’t surprised when it seemed as though she needed to explain. however, it was easier to move her hands from his face to her stomach to speak.

❛ they’re thirteen weeks and five days. ❜ a short laugh fell from her lips as the tears continued to fall. she couldn’t tell if they were still falling from the conversation before or if they were for a whole different reason. her smile grew wide as she let out yet another soft laugh before she spoke again. ❛ twenty fingers. twenty toes. the works, bug. ❜ she lifted her hands from her stomach as she looked him in the eyes once again. once they connected with his, she could almost feel the other’s emotions as her own. they both had kids of their own. they’d both practically raised them on their own ( fel would credit a lot of help to her parents –– who were packing as she thought to move down to halston ). now they didn’t have to. raising children as a team seemed a lot more appealing than raising them alone. ❛ we’re having... a baby, baby –– well, babies. ❜ the happiness rung through her lips as it took everything in her not to squeeze her arms around his neck as tight as possible. ❛ and you’re going to be the best dad for them. you raised your ... our kids to be the best they could be, and i can’t wait to do it all again with you. ❜

#• ❝ ʏᴏᴜʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀɪᴤɪɴ ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴤᴋʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴤ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. — speaks. ❞#ezraarcher #fuckn dead c ya .

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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ellaclaire .

“i would’ve asked you first —” she quickly added, not wanting it to seem like she didn’t think about asking her mom to help with the project, “—but it’s a birdhouse ‘cause i took wood shop, remember? you could help me paint it if you want.” there was a small smile on her lips now, she enjoyed spending time with the others. ezra, bryce, and regina were always so easy to get along with, but she still always craved that one on one time between her and her mom — it was just what she was used to growing up. “apparently. nothing major, just have to do it tomorrow by myself while everybody else watches. was thinking i should make a show of it — wear a cape or something,” she joked, wiggling her brows. “enough about that though, i’ll tell you more after it’s over with. how’d your day go?”

❛ ec, i really don’t mind. i swear. im glad ez’s is willing to help you out. besides, with the restaurant opening in just two weeks, i’m a little busy at the moment. ❜ she let out a soft laugh as her daughter finished her comment about the beep test. she honestly didn’t understand why children were made to take gym class in high school. she had gotten out of it pretty well ( a few sprained ankles every time she had to run the mile ), but they seemed to be more strict about it in today’s day and age. ❛ my day was pretty great actually. remembering more and more every day, so that’s working out pretty well. oh also –– the website for the restaurant is almost done. you’re still gonna work some, right ? ❜

#don't tell me u look @ that gif of scarlett and dont see shantel #im #• ❝ ʏᴏᴜʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀɪᴤɪɴ ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴤᴋʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴤ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. — speaks. ❞#ellaclairex

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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ellaclaire .

a smile grew at the sound of her mom’s voice echo from the end of the hall, immediately setting her pen down and pushing away from the table. then at the sight of her, the smile grew even more and she slowly made her way toward where she stood. “it was good — minus the project i got assigned, but i’m asking ezra for help on that — also got in trouble for hiding in the bleachers while we did the beep test so i have to do it tomorrow by myself,” she sighed, a very light laugh following before throwing her arms around her mom. “how was your day?”

she let out a soft smile once she heard her daughter mention ezra’s name. that had been her greatest fear when she’d started dating ezra. she swore up and down she’d never get remarried and then she met him. he’d raised two kids on his own so she knew he would be a great father figure, but it was still up in the air how ella claire would feel about him. ❛ he’s helping you out ? that’s nice of him ❜ she let out a smile until it fell at her daughter’s next comment. ❛ oh no –– people still care about the beep test ? what kinda trouble did you get into ? ❜

#ellaclairex #• ❝ ʏᴏᴜʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀɪᴤɪɴ ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴤᴋʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴤ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. — speaks. ❞

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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cat .

MAMAS WHO BRUNCH.

“ ─ i’m telling you, fel. it’s true. ” cat laughed as she shared news about the little kiddies at work. she favoured these times with felicitie and breakfast, she loved breakfast food. “how’s everything?” she asked with concern knowing the other was still recuperating from the past and with the current news of ezra. she reached forwards, giving the other woman a comforting pat on her arm. “how’s ezra? i was planning to get him one of those cookie baskets but i feel he’d rather get one filled with kale. he’s okay, right?” // @felicitiearcher

❛ it’s okay. things have been up and down recently. ez’s accident didn’t help that rollercoaster all too much. ❜ she let out a slight laugh despite the seriousness of what she’d said. it was hard to joke about some of the things in her life, but with cat it seemed almost easier. ❛ oh, he’s fine. healing up just right. the accident practically burned off his beard so he’s quite bummed out about that. who knew a man could love his beard almost as much as he loves his wife ? ❜ to be honest, she loved that beard almost as much as she loved her husband. a small laugh escaped her lips before she lifted her fork and placed a bite of her omelete in her mouth. ❛ what about you ? how’s nix ? ❜

#catrionaforsythe #• ❝ ʏᴏᴜʟʟ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀɪᴤɪɴ ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴤᴋʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴤ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. — speaks. ❞

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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📱mom ?

bryce: its stupid

bryce: promise?

fel: i pinky promise

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felicitiearcher-blog · 6 years ago

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📱mom ?