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NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 1 episode 9

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she was all too happy to skip answering his question with words, practically a bouncing gait as she rose from her spot across his desk. it's easier to just... exist around wren. there's less pressure to perform for an audience that doesn't exist. one that can't possibly know about them, yet. seree finds him fucking fascinating and doesn't seem to mind checking her ego at the door for him. she pauses to close the curtains, teetering on the balls of her feet to reach the top. at the same time, the hemline of her dress shifts to expose the back of her tan, full thighs before she's steady on her feet once more. "mmmh, and here i was trying to be so patient so you could focus on your work." that's hardly true. still, seree finds their back-and-forth enjoyable. she settles into his lap and wastes no time getting comfortable. heart-shaped ass wriggling against his slacks while an arm wraps around his neck, the opposite hand pulling the sucker from between glossy lips to lean in for a sugary kiss. "i think your lap is quickly becoming my favorite place to sit."

this being far from wren's first rodeo, he has to admit that there are marked differences in what it's like with seree versus previous paramours of semesters past. he's not blind to her infamy, though it hardly influenced his attraction, but there's a level of understanding one another that they've reached. wren doesn't feel the gaps in their life experience as being quite as broad as maybe they should be, considering her age and his position. he finds her interesting, likes spending time with her outside of the moments of debauchery more than he'd like to admit. she can even wrap her lips around a heart shaped lollipop, evoking visions of something more erotic and inappropriate in his mind in an action that can so easily be played off as innocent and he just finds himself keen to see how much she enjoys teasing him. it's not exactly subtle, but it's not sitting there in a mini skirt and no underwear at the front of his class, either (which — actually, wasn't his worst idea and he might suggest later). "princess themed lollipops." he repeats, still staring at her across the desk. "well, so what, you wanna sit there licking that thing, or do you wanna come here?" he shifted his chair back a little, glancing to the window to the curtains that weren't quite drawn on instinct.

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"mmm, she usually doesn't come up in conversation. but i'm usually not that kind if i do have to bring her up, not gonna lie. but i don't think everything's a joke; maybe it's just that people over 40 are so easily triggered." she delivers the line with a casual shrug. the chip on cherry's shoulder about her insidious nuclear family life had been there for so long she tends to forget people who aren't witness to the dynamics might not understand ( or want to understand ) her disdain and disillusionment. the brazen comment about her tits and her outfit choices makes her stomach drop. a flush of heat creeps over her body in waves, nipples pebbling under her shirt as her skin erupts in goosebumps. so he wasn't immune to noticing how her body looked. or the leers and lecherous quips of others. maybe just pious and solemn about it, too traditional to let something like that slide with his get-out-of-jail-free card to punish her for poor decision-making. cherry's not used to authority figures speaking to her with such irrate, crass boldness. the challenge leaves her stunned. swallowing her silence with a bitter pout on plump, pillowy lips. his fingers dig into her skin, biting into soft flesh without mercy as he hooks thick digits around both her jeans and the elastic of her sheer, cherry-embroidered panties. his burning gaze bore into her as he bared her cunt to them both. cher wants to cover her clean-shaven mound with dainty hands but somehow resists. unwilling to test the waters like that. instead, hands grip the edge of the wooden desk in anxious anticipation. a dread-filled silence hung in the air, impatient as ever cherry wondered how prudent it would be to ask when he'd be getting started. her only warning anything's awry comes in the form of a menacing woosh that fills her ears; reminiscent of the noise that came before he smacked the ruler in front of her earlier. only the metal won't come crashing down on a wooden desk. no, instead, it makes vicious contact with the perky, toned flesh of bare cheeks with enough force to knock the wind out of her. the cold of the metal stings against warm flesh, though that's nothing compared to the burning and immediate redness and welting that draws a pained cry between parted lips as she tries to kick her legs, trapped with the denim and underwear pooling around her ankles. tears spring to her eyes, dotting pale lashes as cherry's vision blurs. "holy fucking shit, that hurt!" she blurts out, half a pained hiss and half breathy surprise, yet to fully grasp how something that size could cause so much pain. how he could leave such an impression.

"are you normally this disrespectful when talking about her? no wonder you have no respect for authority. You think everything's a fucking joke." maybe he hadn't been playing that much close attention to cherry before to notice. all of that was going to change though. if he needed to be the stern hand that put her on the right path, then he was going to happily take up that mantle. "don't put this on them. you walk around with your tits practically out half of the time. thin shirts leaving little to the imagination." it was even worse when she was home. victor couldn't let shit like this keep happening, not under his watch. that's why he was glad that the ruler seemed to at least shut her up somewhat. it showed him that he was on the right path. now he just had to put everything into action. "there's a first time for everything. believe me, if someone had the balls to do this to you before then you would have been in a much better place right now." victor wasn't going to be the one to hesitate. "no because i know you'd only say it to get out of the mess you put yourself in. you can shove your apologize up your ass for all i care." the headmaster moved around so that he could unzip and unbutton her jeans. he looked at cherry directly in her eyes while he pushed her pants down, along with her underwear (if she was wearing any). he wanted her to see every intention that he had in his gaze. "now, where were we about that lesson that i was going to teach you?" the headmaster moved back to stand behind her and off to the side a little. normally, he would've given someone a warning for what he was going to do next, but he didn't think that the blonde deserved that much. he brought the ruler down, slapping it right in the middle of her ass. in a position where it would reach both cheeks and still hurt. "you're going to learn how to be genuinely sorry for what you did."

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the heady scent of sex hangs thick in the air between them like her mounting anticipation. her inexperienced cunt slick with the evidence of her enthralling arousal. color sits high in the apples of full, youthful cheeks. despite her reservations regarding his size, her tightness; that little hole still tightens around nothing, her desperation ripe to be taken advantage of. alec was only a man, after all, with his own primal needs. with truly one thing on his mind as he hunted her down, leading her astray. a lamb to her own slaughter. the word baby sounds so nice, the way it rolls off his tongue with a gruff drawl. with the soft cooing, the drooling of her cunt begging for just a little more stimulation to reach that delirious high she's chasing; the man could convince her pigs fly in her current state if he so desired. instead, he settles for something far more vicious. in one brutish thrust, he breeches her virgin entrance without remorse but enough forceful intention to sink the fat head of his cock and a couple girthy inches of the shaft inside her as warm, velvety walls clamp around him like a vice. a sharp, pained noise pushes past her lips, a sound so akin to that of wounded PREY kore fails to clock the noise as hers. "take it out, take it out... ow, no no no, i can't — that's not little!" even with her thighs slick with her juices, it still feels like he'll split her in half if he dares to keep going. he's got one massive hand locked around her thigh, pinning her in place as she quivers around him.

alec had a feeling that she was spewing nonsense. it wasn't anything specific she'd said, but it seemed commonplace with girls online. they'd find random men, talk to them, send nudes, and then vanish without a trace. for the attention? maybe. a quick orgasm? sure. alec didn't mind usually. he'd be happy to collect a treasure drove of photos, nude videos, and audios of countless pretty girls online. he never got over re-watching the way their heads dipped back in ecstasy. kore was no different. she'd written a cheque that she couldn't cash. the countless videos, the buzzing of her want, and relentless moaning made him feel different than the other girls. he needed her, and he'd do anything to get to her.

her whining means nothing to him. he simply goes along with her concerns until she's naked underneath him, requesting assurance that it'd be able to fit. "i'm just gonna put a little in, baby, then we'll take a break so you can adjust." he lies, only wanting her to cooperate a little longer. one arm hooks one of her legs, pinning it back. he takes the moment to admire her pussy, pretty and pink. "just a little." he assures her one more time, guiding himself to her entrance with his free hand.

without much more warning than that, the man thrusted forward hard.

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full brows furrow, nose wrinkling with a seething mixture of disdain and disbelief as she stares into the gaze of her internet paramour. face to face for the first time, nicole can begin to recognize the tangible, dangerous consequences of her precarious internet adventures. lips fall open as if she's to say something, goaded into a reaction with one little word. but her voice can't form any of the cutting remarks she wants to make. not with that phone illuminating her face in ghoulish blue light as her eyes scan the salacious evidence of her coquettishness in words and actions. she's beyond unnerved, seeing her depravity from the recipient's lens. and still, a wet spot starts to form in the gusset of her cotton panties hidden under that ill-fitting shirt. previously, nicky must've been under the impression she had the upper hand in the situation. truly buying into that FARCE that is internet anonymity, delusional enough to believe her brother's badge offers an added layer of immunity.

her heart's going wild in her ribcage, a trapped bird lusting for escape. that unmistakable sound of her apartment door locking shut hits pierced ears. adorned by little playboy bunnies, a virgin playing vixen. typically one of the sweeter sounds to hear; signifying the end of a long day or alerting her james is home. now it makes the pounding in her chest intensify to unforeseeable heights. head tilts to the side like that of a puppy trying to comprehend the world around them. "what the fuck? no. i don't buy it. why the HELL would james do that? he wouldn't do that." right? she means to cross her arms over her chest with an air of boldness that is lacking; her movements more akin to an attempt to soothe herself via a pathetic hug as he continues to ridicule her in her own home before calloused digits thread through that curtain of silky, pitch black locks reminiscent of those platonic, almost dismissive head pats of her youth. and then those large fingers from a fist around her hair as nicole yelps in surprise. tears spring forth, glittering in hazel irises while her world blurs under the roughness of his movements. "i don't particularly like YOU right now." still, she undeniably lusts for him.

Though unwavering as manicured digit prods at the soft flesh encapsulating the built muscle of his midsection, Morgan's scruff - covered cheek twitches into something akin to a wry smile, betraying more of his delight than he'd initially cared to. In lieu of an actual answer, he steps forward, booted foot forcibly propping open her door as he whispers a cruel and taunting:

"Sike."

Dwarfed in his rough hand, the phone's screen emits a ridiculing electric blue, offering a very intimate and brief view of HIS side of their conversations. He’s surprised she hadn’t recognized him when they first started chatting— but, then again, she was a little too young to remember him coming around as a Rent-A-Big-Brother to her own older brother (all at the request of their father, of course). Morgan knew it was wrong when they matched, should’ve honestly blocked her on principle— but then he thought about it: better him than any other man.

CLICK. The door closes behind him and he takes a moment to glance around her apartment's foyer. "Your brother's the one who told me I could come over whenever " he offers with no context, hovering over her like some maleficent shade, his hands ( and his phone ) returning to his pockets. For a moment, he's lost, trapped in the throes of recollection: first on his impromptu meeting with her brother ( when he had really gone to the PD to see her after gaining intel from his old firefighter buddies ), second on all those foul things she told him she wanted.

"What's wrong?" The gravelly whisper comes to mock her, fingers of his dominant hand carding through her hair, carefully fisting the hair at the nape of her neck. "What happened to ALL that spunk?" Rough hand gives her head a demanding shake. "Tsk I don'know I think I like you better like this."

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july 22, 2017

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A case of stalking that turns into breaking and entering and then ends with you being abducted and never seen again

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he's got a point. she's not like other girls and fawn revels in that. chances are; other girls don't follow through on the impulse to fuck their siblings. most girls don't face said impulse in the first place. she's long been corrupted, though learning of her older brother's perversions certainly does nothing but help her stray even further from her inexperience, breaking down that facade of innocence. her head's always been in the clouds, jonah's usually the grounding force tethering her to reality just long enough for her not to completely fuck her life up with a rash, reckless decision. he's been the one she calls to rescue her from house parties where she gets a little too inebriated for her own good, remind her she's too good for assholes who treat her or talk to her a specific way ( the type of ways he's dreamt of, apparently ). now he's leading her straight to the pits of depravity. his digits ghost over her freckled cheeks; the simple, borderline innocent touch ( corrupted by situational context ) triggers a flush of heat to settle under his fingertips. the color deepens as his words fully dawn along with the realization that he'd also be seeing the full extent of the lechery of her past content. "—feels like it's only ahhm, f-fair to let you know a lot of that old stuff is... ahm... inspired by the nasty shit you're... we're into... promise to send your favorites."

fawn can't help the burst of laughter that escapes her amongst her halo of stuffies, perky tits bouncing in rhythm as she practically bounces on the bed pinned under him. "yeah, yeah. because my obsession with tacky animal print is the m-most disturbing thing about me." she teases before demanding a kiss to punctuate her sentence before moving on to her last playful point, unable to resist being a smartass; "-thrilled you're reluctant but on board. chivalry's not d-dead." fawn now realizes what a balancing act it can be, to act cocky with a cock fucking her stupid. a sharp breath gets sucked in through kiss-swollen lips as her older brother pushes her to her limits, elevates her to pleasurable heights she couldn't being to imagine. not until he stumbled into her room with an entirely different plan than the cascade of choices that led them to this impious event. the sight of the dark heart adorning her brother's thick cock as he parts those puffy lips open, slick with their sick love as he nearly bottoms out inside under the shifting lights is one that'll be eternally seared into her mind. the adoration she carries for jonah is forever cemented and transformed when he decides to take her virginity. "l-looks WAY prettier when you're inside me," her bravado's forgotten, lost between the moans mounting in volume and electrifying pleasurable shocks coursing through her tiny form as she trembles under him. she's only ever squirted in front of a camera. never a person. even then, barely so. though it wouldn't be long before that changed. despite the nervous anticipation, fawn finds herself desperate to hold back from that explosive orgasm. trying to focus on the meaning of the words coming out of his mouth. ever the eager little toy, lithe fingers do their best to follow through with his instructions. she hurts herself for their enjoyment as her doe eyes roll, hazy and unfocused as a sharp pang of delicious discomfort courses through her sensitive nipple. when she tugs on it, when the tears spring to her eyes she can't help but gawk at the obscene sight of her tit bouncing back as she releases to rub soothing circles around the erect bud. her cunt aches; that enthralling burn the culmination of being penetrated for the first time and the overwhelming nature of her looming climax. she cries out simultaneously as his balls start to slap against slick flesh, his cock finally bottoming out in that tiny hole as tears roll down her cheeks. his little sister's explosive orgasm rips through her body; spurts of her arousal make an even bigger mess of them both while tears dot those long lashes. eyes wide as the first few spurts of hot cum coat her insides for the first time in her life, the head of her brother's cock kissing her bruised cervix. "a—aahh, fuck, fuck! 'love you, god, i love the way you feel-" truly a marvel she manages to stammer through something somewhat coherent, her sensitive, inexperienced cunt milking the rest of the cum out of him with a second climax that leaves her clinging to him as she screams in pleasure.

"yeah but you ain't like other girls fawn, are you? i'm not saying i'll be mad if you can't do it, you're still new to everything so it'll take time but you know the type of shit i watch, i don't admit what i really like to most girls i've been with." he had worried they could either laugh as they walked out the door or be too disturbed to want to continue. as far as sexual content went it wasn't the worst, no lines were crossed and yet the edge was touched very intently. "i imagined me doing it to you, so many fuckin' times i got off picturing you in place of those women, wondering how you'd take my cock and if you'd scream about it the way they did." now knowing her inexperience jonah envisioned that startled doe expression they all wore being even more realistic for fawn. "if i'm working i can't do much but watch, can i? your streams get you tips, but enough for us both to live off?" fingers stroke the softness of her cheek, wishing he had worked harder in school, pushed himself further and gotten a job that paid enough to afford him some time with her. "i'll have to rewatch a few first, see what type of nasty shit you get up to normally see what has all those pervs giving you their money."

there were plenty of things jonah tolerated about his sibling, but the cowprint? well, he vocally hated that fucking thing. "if you weren't so damn sexy i'd be disturbed by the way you like it so much, a little fuckin' bikini like that shouldn't be ruined with that print being on it." there's a giddiness in thinking about their future lives, moving out of this family home and finding their own, a place where they were free to indulge in their twisted desires. where he could fuck his little sister in any way he pleased, tear those skimpy outfits off her body and plunge himself deep inside her tight little holes. "if the . . . cowprint makes you good tips it can stay for streams, alright? i think it's the ugliest fuckin' thing but i want you to make money too." funds that could be partially put toward their new beginning, delving into their relationship and exploring the depths and limits of it. in the haze of night turning to dawn jonah's dreamt about how fawn could take his cock, whether she was loose from trailing after the typical down and out bad boys EVERY town had or if she was tight and juicy from only a handful of frisky encounters. ironically enough he had never thought of her as a virgin, as a sweet offering delivered to her brother on a bed laden with plush toys dating back years.

those slick walls tighten with each thrust inside her, gutteral groans slipping from the back of his throat as he fights against the urge to slam himself into her, to hear that sick sound of balls against skin. "prettiest thing, huh? always thought your cunt would be pretty but never guessed about the heart", it was something he had sneered at when first revealed to his eyes, yet now jonah doesn't want faw to ever get rid of it. to keep it so neatly trimmed so that when he fucks her it's always there, a visual symbol of their love. "that's it . . . shit that's a good angle faw, keep that leg up for me okay?" cock seems to probe against her cervix as he stretches her out, sweat beginning to dot his temples as she looks at him and god, that LOOK. attention diverts from her reddened face as she plays with herself, tugs that hardened nipple as he strokes her swollen clit. "pinch it", homme demands suddenly, "you're not even playing with it properly faw, tug on it . . . make it hurt a little." christ he's close, an elongated groan slipping from dry lips as he glances south, watching both his dick and thumb pleasure his sweet sister. mouth closes and throat works, a brief dip of his head to follow before he's spitting on her slit, spreading that saliva across her heated flesh. "sh — shit . . . " his thrusts sway toward messy, a buck of his hips that might be too rough for the tempting vixen beneath him as his balls beg for release, to spurt his milky seed deep inside his own sister, to perversely coat her insides. "faw . . . shit, faw i don't " he can't hold on, even though jonah wants to prolong this first time with fawn he can't, a final harsh and determined thrust inside his new and forever girlfriend is punctuated by a deep calling of her name, a tremble of his hips and that first expulsion of his cum directly into her waiting body.

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Making sure she knows her place <3

Credit: bysophia_xx on reddit

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okay having a slightly fucked up idea: i’m young and healthy right, so i become a surrogate for some fancy rich couple in their late thirties, maybe doctors or something and neither of them can or want to get pregnant and so they need me. we meet through a legit agency and everything and we get to know each other pretty well during the whole process. but once i’m like officially pregnant things start changing a bit… not necessarily in a bad way. they start visiting more, inviting me over more. cooking for me, buying me cute maternity clothes, and putting a hand on my belly way before the baby can even kick. eventually one of them kisses me, something something they end up fucking me tell me how pretty i look full of their baby. eventually i just end up moving in, just pampered and fucked and praised until the baby is born. and then it just keeps going. i keep living with them, and i get pregnant again soon and we keep fucking and i get knocked up again and again and again and i just keep being their little breeding slut.

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open to: big bros, living up to my url

character: fawn

plot/connections: based on this... sibling squabble turned playfight turned noncon/dubcon to get your y/m to end the argument on his terms

he just doesn't get it. "it wasn't like that! i was undercover-" she said, wishing they shut up so she could return to her switch; the game console balanced delicately on bruised knees. though she can see why he demands further clarification. she's a glorified camgirl on twitch; not a detective or pi. unfortunately for her older brother, the bright lights and bouncing colors of the characters on screen were more enticing than the frustrating conversation at hand. "kaycee's boyfriend's a dick, but the girl lacks standards so she sticks around and he creeps whenever we hang. i invited him for drinks all alone and not only did he say yes; he was stupid enough to hit on me. didn't know he was being recorded though. kay can stay delusional after this, but at least it'll be by choice. you really think i'd fawn over some meathead like that? i'd be embarrassed about you barging into the bar like that if it wasn't so cute. y'know, to see you in SUCH a pissy-" the word mood dies on her tongue, replaced by the element of surprise and an audible oof as he tosses her over his shoulder with abrupt ease. her tattooed hands scramble to bunch up his shirt, raking her nails over his lower back as she squeals in protest. "i didn't save my game!! i was in the middle of my day and i didn't save my game! god you can be so fucking RUDE," by the end of her sentence she's bouncing onto the bed, wriggling around to turn onto her stomach in an attempt to scamper off the bed in search of her beloved gaming console. except his massive hands close around her waist with alarming speed to yank her back, all that squirming done in vain; another aggressive tug and those snug jeans start to give under pressure. he's got a grasp on her favorite piece of denim while hooking his fingers around the band of her favorite underwear, a sheer thong embroidered with little bats wherever there WAS a bit of fabric. he doesn't stop until her ass is completely bare, that lower back tattoo of a set of roses and thorns exposed like that little peek of pussy from between her legs. suddenly, tiny fawn freezes under him save for the rattling of her breath; ribs expanding into the mattress with every erratic inhale. "okay, okay i misspoke with that one, called you rude a little too early in our conversation!"

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lexi hasn't struggled with feelings of anxiety surrounding inadequacy like this in years. deep down, she's truly secure with where she's at. not that koda would ever allow his son or his child's mother to go without. but that fierce independence fuels hers long before she even meets the father of her child. it's no wonder she uses that fire to carry her through pregnancy and land herself a fulfilling career as a creative director for the cabaret she performs at. buys her son their cozy little home shortly after dakota finds out about his child's existence, so kodi has a choice to return to tend to his childhood home if he so desires once he's grown enough to think about those kinds of things. she does what she can to keep her professional life completely distinguished from dakota's high-profile public persona once news inevitably breaks that he has a son, even with the notoriously protective approach the family takes with his privacy. still, a part of her is genuinely surprised and relieved when dakota's as enthused as she seems about celebrating his birthday at her place; with a simple little pool party for the three of them and hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill as the focal point for their menu, as it's one of the few ways lexi doesn't struggle to get her kid to eat both meat and veggies in one sitting. she's more surprised to find out dakota delights in the party store spider-man decore she let's kodi pick out and the cheesy gag gifts they give him before presenting him with a homemade scrapbook detailing her pregnancy all the way to this year. she's thankful she convinced his parents and sisters to provide her copies of his baby pictures to add to the spreads. lexi can't help the rush of satisfaction she feels about being able to gift him something meaningful and unique. after all, she DID spend about a day and a half panicking about what to get the kind of person who didn't need any more lavish gifts or showy, expensive excuses that are all too often mistaken for grand gestures. the wet dishes and the drying rag are forgotten in the sink basin as he closes the distance between them, her face flush with color when he starts to speak. "i know, right? 'oughta get an MVP. gave you a whole baby and a themed party. with an ice cream cake. a fricken ice cream cake." jokes aside, she wants to acknowledge koda's vulnerability with something more than just playfulness. she takes a moment to enjoy being in his arms, a sigh of satisfaction. with the tinge of sadness; the knowing their lives can't just be endless moments like these. not with their responsibilities and chaotic day-to-day. she turns to face him, arms hooking around his neck as she presses her cheek against his chest. the warmth of his skin, the fresh scent of soap and the faint smell of lingering sunscreen and chlorine from their backyard adventure do wonders to help melt the stress away. "thank you. and happy birthday. i'm glad you're back in our lives. and coming from you? it means everything. i've seen the lengths you'll go to show up for our kid in whatever ways he needs you to. i wouldn't take what you have to say to heart if i didn't know firsthand how much you care. the kind of parent you are."

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Spending his 30th birthday in Lexi’s home with their toddler was all Dakota needed to be happy. He could sense that she was perhaps a bit anxious that it wasn’t enough to keep him entertain and engaged. But if he learned anything over his three decades of life, it was the quality was superior to quantity. In his younger years, he kept up appearances by doing the absolute fucking most to entertain his guests. Eagerly played the role of a good host because he was knew how to win friends and influence people. But with age, he came to terms with the fact that he was using his wealth to cover up his insecurities. And he wanted to change and grow as a person. As a father. This meant fully acknowledging that a crowd only exacerbated feelings of loneliness and isolation. So, he was determined to spend the day with the people who mattered most.

Cleaning up the mess had to wait until after Kodi was comfortably tucked into bed. Due to his hectic schedule packed with commitments that he was contractually obligated to honor, Dakota unfortunately could not spend as much time with him as desired. He felt bad that the kid stayed up way too late past his bedtime and basically got high from a sugar rush. But at the same time, he felt like he had to make every moment count. The summer spent with Kodi and Lexi during his off season brought the most joy he experienced since childhood. To his surprise, his parents warmed up to both Kodi and Lexi, nd his two younger sisters embraced their role as aunts One enthusiastically, and one reluctantly. Even his dad, who was the stereotypically grumpy grandfather, practically floated on cloud 9 around Kodi. Dakota had never seen anything like it.

To think that he and Lexi had a passionate summer fling, and are currently handwashing dishes in peaceful silence while their son sleeps comfortably in his bed. Dakota swallowed as he tried to push out the thought of needing to go back to his normal routine after his extended weekend off. “Thank you for this, Lex.” He said after what felt like hours of not speaking. “Genuinely. It means a lot that after everything, you still make me feel like the center of your world.” And he meant it. “I know I'm not the easiest person to please, but ... thank you. And if it means anything, I'm proud of you. Kodi's lucky to have a mom like you.” He came up behind her as he spoke, pulling her close to him by her hips. “Sweet girl, always taking care of me.”