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👻 + lucky!

Tab: hope this new job pays well Tab: she says she wants one Tab: our daughter has boujee taste

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📸 + adam!

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

[luckylewis]

📸 + lucky!

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📸 + Mac

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

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MEMES.

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lucky.

dallas.

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santiago.

ziggy.

ravi.

atlas.

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reggie.

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[luckylewis]

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[luckylewis]

"Impossible, I hope," He says into the kiss, his nose brushing against hers gently as she pulls away. Now that he finally had her in an official capacity with no question marks or ambiguity around what they were, he no intentions of her letting her go.

( Not from his lap in the short-term, not ever in the long-term. )

Lucky takes a second to mull on how best to phrase the gossip that he's not sure he should be gossiping about -- not that that had ever stopped him where Mac was concerned -- hands moving from her body so they could move through the air between them to aid him as he spoke.

"When you were at the French braid salon, I was trying to keep an eye on whatever was going down with Tab and her mom and I looked over and her mom was gone. Not that surprising, because y'know."

The less said about Angelica King the better as far as Lucky was concerned.

"That's when I saw Tab kissing someone."

He gives that a second to marinate before he continues before Mac can ask him what he knows would come next.

"Not just anyone, Keo. As in, that Keo."

Mother of his child and his twin's ex wasn't a duo he would have readily associated with one another in that capacity and he watches Mac's face carefully to try and gage if she knew anything that he didn't.

@macaulaymontgomery

Mac lets out a soft snort of agreement when Lucky observes that his daughter took after him in the constant questioning department.

Death as a concept naturally led to a lot of questions -- Mac still had many herself -- but she knew that Lucky would be able to lay the groundwork for clarity in a way that his daughter would be able to understand and feel safe in.

He was a good dad like that.

"I won't leave your sight," she agrees with him, leaning down to steal another quick kiss before sitting up straight again on his lap.

"You know how hard it is to get rid of me."

She's followed him to London. She'd followed him back home. Neither on purpose, but she always managed to find her way back to him.

"Oh?" she questions with interest as she undoes the top two buttons of his shirt, tilting her head at him curiously.

"Do tell, because I know I missed some shit when I was French braiding Theo's hair."

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[luckylewis]

"Smutty?" Lucky suggests, "Is that a word people use anymore?"

It felt more to the point to him, though now he wonders if skirting around it was the point.

"Okay, I get that. Avoid any funny looks in public. I'll keep the spice levels of my recs to a respectable minimum."

@lucydriscoll

"Unless you can think of a more diplomatic way to bring up those kinda of books, that's the adjective we're going with." Lucy echoes with her own bouts of laughter, "I'll give anything a try, honestly. But I do appreciate people letting me know if a certain book should be read at home only."

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[luckylewis]

"That much I'm with you on," Lucky agrees, silently hoping that he was a long, long, long way off from having to contend with the idea of his daughter dating.

( Two things that felt like conflicting concepts for how little the sound of them existing in a shared realm. )

"What sort of thinking? Like how you blink and the days have turned into weeks and months type thing? I know what that's like. I wish there was a way to slow it all down."

He reaches out to poke at a heart shaped balloon that looked like it was already sagging with deflation, a 'sheesh' being said under his breath as he hopes that wasn't an omen of sorts.

"That sounds fun, nice to have a little couple time before you're a family of four. Valentine's Day is kind of our anniversary, one of them at least," Lucky's lost count of exactly how many they had, those were Mac's forte, "The last one was the first proper date we'd been on Stateside, so it feels like one. Theo's at her mom's that weekend so I want to make it special for Mac, recreate some of that first date."

Tell her he loved her, something he's felt for months but hadn't quite been able to say.

@wesxevans

"I don't want anyone dusty around her. That's a better way to phrase it." Wes knew he was being over the top with that sometimes, but considering how awful he was as a teenager, he did already think about how people would act around his daughter in those years. It wasn't that Wes was constantly thinking about the future, either, it was more so that Elise was already a year and a half and it was insane to think about how time had flown by so fast, which sometimes led to Wes having a mini crisis over how his little girl was going to grow up someday and wouldn't need him anymore. Of course he knew it was ridiculous but they were thoughts that crossed his mind regardless. "I know, which I'm thankful for. It's hard not to think about how fast everything goes now though."

"More lowkey. I think we're going to have Liza's dad watch Elise while we have dinner at home together." Wes shrugged. With how busy they'd been and with Liza being seven months pregnant, it seemed like a better ideas than making elaborate plans and going out.

"What about you, any plans?"

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[luckylewis]

Lucky is quiet as he takes in what Mac says, her advice on the matter -- like most matters -- one that he put heavy stock in. He knew she would never steer him wrong, never purposely and rarely ever accidentally.

Death wasn't a topic he was comfortable with at the best of times, the thought of it and the bigger unknown that it carried made his chest feel tight, like there was an invisible bolt in the centre of it and it was being twisted too tight by an equally unseen wrench.

He doesn't want that for Theo.

"She's my kid, she's going to have questions," He jokes gently, her inquisitive nature allowing for no dull days with her, "I think it's going to need to be just me."

As much as he appreciated the backup, he felt like it was something he had to do solo as a father.

"But stick close by," He requests, both of the next day at the beach and all the days that followed, "No doubt I'll need you."

( Always did. )

In an attempt to lighten the mood after he loosened his tie enought to pull it off over his head, he drapes it over the arm of the couch before his hand moves to Mac's thigh, tapping on it absently with his index finger.

"I did see something else today that I didn't get to tell you about yet."

@macaulaymontgomery

Mac's mouth turns downward as she listens to Lucky, her fingers still stroking through his hair as he lays out his worries.

"Death is a really big thing," Mac answers slowly, thinking back through her own experience with it.

"But I think the worst thing you can do is talk around it. Because then it becomes the big scary thing in the room that no one is mentioning, and then she's going to use her own mind to fill the gap."

Mac's own active imagination had done that exact thing at the very same age. Even when laying in a hospital bed, any question Mac had tried to ask about death or dying was met with immediate hysterics from her mother -- to the point where Mac had stopped asking at all and sat with the fear in the pit of her stomach day in and day out.

And it had been that way for two years.

"She's old enough to understand. And smart enough, too. And she trusts you and Tab more than anyone, so I think it's best that she hears it from the people who love her the most. And that she knows there's no bad questions because I bet she has a lot."

She softly twirls one of his curls around her finger before she rests her hands on his shoulders.

"Do you wanna talk to her at the beach tomorrow? I can be there for back-up or I can go take a walk or something…"

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[luckylewis]

"Yeah," Lucky says softly as his arms move around her instinctively, one hand slipping under the hem of his jersey on her body so his palm could stroke along the skin of her back, comforted by the warmth of both her and her presence.

Even when he couldn't find the words for it, Mac tended to know what he was feeling without needing to be told.

He accepts the kisses gratefully, lingering in the last she bestowed on his lips before he tilted his head back so he could look at her clearly in his lap.

It hits him then that he doesn't know how would be able to face days like the one just passed without her and he hopes he never has to find out.

"She's so little," He says sombrely, wondering if that was a ridiculous thing to say to someone like Mac who had to grapple with life and death from a younger age than Theo was now, "And she doesn't really understand where her Gigi's gone or why her mom's so sad right now and I don't know how much I should be making her understand that or if I'm saying or doing the right thing."

He went to great lengths to shield his daughter from his own blue moods when they overtook him but this felt different to that, a bigger beast.

@macaulaymontgomery

“Beach donuts it is.”

A simple way of showing Theo that even if the world around her felt a little weird at the moment, it could still be nice.

Mac lays her earrings aside on the coffee table when his foot nudges into her leg, accepting the invitation wordlessly before she moved to straddle him on the couch and wrap her arms around him in a reassuring hug.

She kisses the crown of his head, then his forehead and nose, before landing on on his lips and leaning back slightly to look at him as she runs a hand through his hair.

“That was a fucking rough one, huh?” she says of the day they’d just had.

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[luckylewis]

"Obviously," Lucky echoes, nodding his head to confirm that they did indeed get home late. It was somewhere north of 3 in the morning by the time they had made it home, hence why he was certain that they had a while yet before rising for a new day and a new year was his girlfriend's priority.

At the accusation of being interrogative -- one Lucky took with a pinch of salt -- he thinks he has Cricket's number and knows exactly what it was he was looking at. He refrains from saying it, letting her ramble her way into a corner instead, one where she would have divulge and confirm his suspicions.

( Try as he may, he couldn't help but enjoy gossip. )

"I can do that, seems a fair trade off."

He turns his back to her and retrieves a second mug, this one he knew belonged to Mack. Even without asking, he's pretty sure that he wouldn't mind the usage in this case.

Placing it beside his, he tosses a teabag into it and reaches for the sugar instead, looking over his shoulder at Cricket then.

"Do you take sugar?"

He couldn't remember after how much time had elapsed since London, Adam's the only one that remained permanently etched into his mind from repetition and a complete lack of grace given to any who dared mess it up.

"This is when you start talking again," He prompts as he lifts the kettle and pours some hot water into his mug.

@cricketcampbell

"Good."

That meant Cricket had until noon at the earliest to either leave or figure out just what it was she was supposed to tell Mac she was doing in her apartment wearing her brother's clothes.

Though neither option particularly appealed to her in the present moment, not with the dull ache in her skull and the desire to crawl back into bed still clinging to her thoughts and the understanding that there were definitely still things they needed to figure out first.

(But the understanding that they definitely were going to figure them out, together.)

The word was out of her mouth before Cricket could think better of it, attempting to play it off as anything but the relief that it was as she goes to follow her original plan and crosses casually through the kitchen.

"I just mean, like...good that she gets to sleep in, obviously." She corrects, grabbing herself a cup from the cabinet and busying herself with filling it at the sink. "Did you guys get in late?"

Cricket almost could've convinced herself that maybe her deflection had worked too, or at the very least Lucky was going to take pity on her and let her off the hook anyways, but with just one question it was made abundantly clear that wouldn't be the case this morning.

"Oh, um, yeah, so about that..." A long sip of her water was taken to allow herself time to think about her answer, only realizing after the grave error she'd made in giving Lucky that same time.

He wasn't the only one who suddenly found her outfit very interesting, looking down at the worn t-shirt that hung past her knees and the pair of sweatpants that'd been rolled multiple times at her ankles in order to even somewhat fit.

(Not even the mismatched socks on her feet were her own.)

"Oh my God, Lucky. Like what even are you right now, a detective? Is this, like, an interrogation? Since when can a girl not just spend the night somewhere on New Year's Eve and like borrow clothes to sleep in without being just totally--totally bombarded with questions about it? Like I'm sorry, is that really such a crime?"

She takes another long sip of water--giving him time to ponder on all that--before Cricket's shoulders deflate and she looks helplessly between him and the boiling kettle.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll tell you everything...but only if you make me one too."

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[luckylewis]

"You try explaining that to my kid."

Lucky suspects Theo would have none of it which was one of the things he loved most about her. He blew on the coffee gently before he responds absently without much actual thought.

"I don't know, I don't think she's ever been to a b--"

A what?

It's only then does it dawn on him what she said and what she might be saying, a careful hand placing his mug down on the coaster atop the coffee table so he didn't spill any when he turns back to Van, excitement evident in his expression.

"Are you asking just to ask or is there a reason for a hypothetical baby shower?"

@vanessagable

"I think we'll probably need to log in at least a year as man and wife before we start considering renewal," Van laughs as she moves to take her own place on the couch, cradling her own mug of tea in one palm as she tucks her legs beneath her before taking a tentative sip.

"How would she feel about a baby shower?"

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[luckylewis]

"Absolutely I want to share," Lucky says a little too quickly, relieved that she had picked up on the way he was eyeing the last remaining back of microwave popcorn when she took it from the box like he was Natalie Nunn with Stunna Girls nachos.

"It was kind of me and Mac's anniversary.. One of them anyway, so we recreated it. Went to the drive through, caught movie. We were going to go out but I ended up having Theo that night," He explains, the joy in his voice lessening at the turn the day had taken unexpectedly, somewhat uncomfortable with the subject matter as he speaks it, "Her Gigi died. That's what she calls her great grandma. Called, I mean."

Despite death being a fact of life, it didn't feel fair that his daughter had to learn that at six years old.

"It's been rough. She's handling it pretty well, I don't think she fully understands it. I'm worried about her mom, her grandma pretty much raised her."

Time spent at Yelena and Francis' with Tabitha had been a saving grace of sorts for him in his youth, somewhere where the dissatisfaction that often gave way to discord between his parents at home couldn't reach.

He can't fix that loss for her.

For either of them.

Lucky's unsure of how to relay to Helena how grateful he is to hear about broccoli breath and bottom of the barrel speed-dating options in their shared kitchen, the first instance of anything that felt remotely normal in a fortnight.

"Were you one of those people who pecked the broccoli smoocher?" He asks over the sound of the microwave rotating and the pop of popcorn forming from kernels within it, "You can tell me. It's just us here."

@helenasoarcs

@luckylewis

"What did you do for valentine's day with your girlfriend and Theo? I asked theo but I didn't catch what she said." She didn't know if it was chocolate or they went out so she'd just nodded rather than ask her to repeat because she was already running late. "I did the whole speed dating thing and I swear to god I must have gotten who was left at the bottom of the barrel." She grimaced at the reminder.

"Someone asked almost every person for a peck at the end and they had broccoli in their mouth. I only know it was that because their breath smelled of cheesy broccoli." She shuddered, throwing in a bag of popcorn in the microwave. / @luckylewis

"Wanna share?"

[luckylewis]

"Definitely not the diner," Lucky concurs, the idea of another day spent around a conveyor belt of people sharing condolences that he didn't think his six year-old needed to hear was the last way he wanted to start a new day.

The funeral had been beautiful, the afterwards less so and Theo had been awake two hours passed her bedtime for a significantly less fun reason than Chappell Roan on SNL which was the last time he had been that lax about it.

She was sound asleep then but Lucky still couldn't relax.

He extends a leg so he could nudge the side of Mac's calf with his shoe-free foot, the complete depletion of his social battery never something that extended to her or his daughter.

"C'mere."

@macaulaymontgomery

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"I was thinking maybe we could all go out for breakfast tomorrow," Mac ponders out loud as she emerges from the bedroom in her pajamas -- a pair of shorts and Lucky's '0 Bitches' jersey.

"But not the diner -- people will be asking her about the funeral or bringing up how sad they are and I don't want her to have to deal with grownups' feelings when she's just trying to eat a pancake," she continues as she moves to stand closer to the couch where Lucky is sitting, taking out the earrings she had put on that morning for the funeral.

"Maybe we could do donuts on the beach? That could be nice, right?"

[luckylewis]

"I still can't wrap my head around how vastly different timezones are and I lived in London for four years of my life," Lucky admits, his proficiency with numbers hitting a blindspot when it came to having to memorise and then work out what time it actually was anywhere but where he currently was.

"What's the race?"

@levischneider

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"did you know melbourne is a whole eighteen hours ahead of us?" makes a point of turning toward the person next to them as they ask their question. it's an unusual opening, but they're generally curious to find out if they're the only one who was unaware of this. "my sleep schedule is going to be completely off by the time this race is over."