#Carter Baizen x story Drysdale

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Have you ever written about Story seeing Posie for the first time in a while since Story was held captive? I love them🥺🥺

I have not...this is going to have some bittersweet moments, and I'm also going to include some moments with Story and Posie after Dayton's passing. That little girl was so happy that Story was having a baby, and she really didn't spend a ton of time with her in the early pregnancy.

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The Best Mommies

Summary: Ree and Posie time

Pairings: Story X Posie

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  mentions of miscarriages, mentions of fertility issues, mentions of rehab, mentions of anxiety, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Ris,” James follows his wife out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Using his longer legs to gain on her quickly. Gently reaching out for her arm, but she flinches away. “Iris, please.”

“You called me Iris,” her voice angry, but more hurt than anything. “Not Iris Jade. But Iris.”

“Because, you won’t stop and listen.”

“Why is it everything that she wants, she gets? Posie is my daughter. I say who she can and cannot see,” James’ never turns his face up in anger. It only softens. “Why? Tell me why she gets this?”

“Ris, Baby Doll, I know you’re angry,” she scoffs, but moves closer to his arms. “I was there. I know what happened.”

“And as my husband you should know why I don’t want her to see Posie yet. Everyone expects me to forgive so quickly. And I just can’t right now. The things she said about my mom. My dad. Her biological father. And she had no idea.”

“You’re right. She didn’t. She knew what that stupid little bitch was saying at school. Everyone wanted to keep that life away from Story and Blade, so she got an account from a girl who’s mother was in love with Andy.”

“Don’t say his name.”

James tilts his head to the side and kisses on Iris gently. “Story didn’t know how bad it was. Story was hurt and angry. Did you hear how her and Carter broke up? Iris I have never seen someone love the way they did. Besides us. I saw them. I heard Carter talk about Story and how he wanted to marry her. And when they broke up, she spiraled. She had this unresolved depression from me, from Harlan, from you, and Posie. She took care of Posie because she hurt so much for you. She would do it over and over again. But she bonded with our daughter. That baby became more than her niece and you know she did. So to keep Posie away from Story is unfair to both of them. Baby Doll, I know you’ll forgive Story in time. I have no doubt about that. I know that you need your time to get over everything that happened. But can you not admit that your sister spent nearly a year in rehab away from her family, when even Joshua, Bucky, and Dr. Banner said she craves touch. She was alone. She’s still alone and trying to navigate a sober life with Carter still refusing to talk to her. She misses you and Posie.”

“Jamey,” Iris sighs. Pressing her face firmly on his chest. “I’m just not ready.”

“I know. And I understand. And we will get through this, and the miscarriages, and the negative tests together. You and me. It’s always been you and me and it always will be. I’m not going anywhere. But our daughter misses her aunt. What are you scared of?”

“That she’ll love Story more than me,” James pushes Iris off of him, his hazel eyes moving all across her face and he leans forward to give her a kiss. “Story is the fun one. She doesn’t have the job I have so she can spend hours playing with Posie, and telling her those stories, and I’m just an anxious ball.”

“She’s the aunt. Of course she’s more fun. But you’re her mother. You. You were the woman who birthed her, and will love her no matter what she does. Posie will never love Story, the way she loves you. It’s not possible.”

Dodger comes around Iris, and starts pacing around. Licking at her hand. Sitting down, only to anxiously walk around her, before he gives her a demanding bark. “Will you stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere. We can have a day. Me and you,” Dodger barks loudly again, and James looks down at the good boy. “Dodger, too.”

“Fine. This isn’t a regular thing. And this doesn’t mean that I…”

“I know. You’re doing good Iris Jade Rogers.”

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Posie sits on her Papa’s lap, just holding onto Ransom. Her little fingers playing with the back of his hair, just like her mama did when she was little. You and Story walks through the room, and you can already feel the happiness radiating off of Story.

“Hey, Princess Posie,” she says softly. Posie gets one look at who’s talking, and her face lights up immediately. Looking back at Ransom quickly, when Story squats down and holds her arms wide for her.

“Is it really you, Ree?” Story nods her head, and Posie rushes over to her. Knocking her backwards and she clings to her. With one sniffle from the little girl, Story knows she missed her as much as she missed Posie. “Don’t do that again. Don’t…I missed you so much.”

“I know baby. I know.”

She pulls back to look at Story, and the two of them wipe each other faces from the tears. “Can we have a tea party and you finish Lancelot and Guinevere’s story?”

Ransom and you go to move closer to them, making sure that name didn’t bother Story, but you’re little bitty baby just smiles, “Yes, we can finish it. Mimi has already set up a tea party in your room. Come on,” standing up, she holds out her hand to Posie who just clings to it. Holding her so tightly as to not lose her again.

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“Princess?” Carter hums as the two of them lay in bed. His hand holds tight to Story’s swollen belly, and he gives Otto’s temporary home a rub. “There’s a little girl that wants to see you today.”

“No she doesn’t.”

Carter gives a sigh to Story, and continues petting along her stomach. “There is nothing that she wants more than to see you right now. You’re about to give her a cousin, and she won’t be alone anymore. I know you want to spend some time with her before Otto is here. I think she’s a bit concerned that he’s going to replace her.”

“No, he can’t. Me and Posie will always have tea parties and stories. She was my first little princess.”

“She set up a tea party all by herself. To be fair, it is milk, Biscoffs, and Uncrustables. But she did it…”

“Did she?” Story sits up smiling through her tears at Carter. He gives her a nod in answer. “Why have I been avoiding my pretty girl for so long?”

“You needed this time to process everything.”

“What I need,” she stands up and walks to the closet. Rummaging through a few outfits before throwing something on. “Is to spend time with a little girl who has always brought me happiness.”

Dressed, Story walks to Posie’s room and sees her niece waiting patiently at her table. Her tiered tray filled with a few snacks, and like Carter said Biscoffs and Uncrustables. “Hey, Princess Posie.”

“Aunt Ree, you came! I told mama and daddy you would. I set up everything by myself. It’s not as pretty as when Mimi does it. But I did this. And…oh, your baby. Can I touch your belly?”

For the first time in weeks, Story fully smiles. Nodding her head, she lets Posie walk over. Her hands hold onto her bump, before kissing it, ending with her laying on it. “I can’t wait to meet you Otto. You and I have the best mommies.”

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You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤

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Quit Touching Me

Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: yucky sickness

Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

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The Kentucky Derby

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Summary:  The Drysdale’s do the Kentucky Derby

Pairings: The Drysdale’s

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, alcohol consumption, sex in public, breeding kink, gambling, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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Ransom sighs as his family finishes getting ready for the Kentucky Derby.  It was something that Carter had wanted to do for Story, and she wanted everyone to join in.  He had received his invite to The Mansion at Churchill Downs, and wanted to make sure that the family was ready to commit to three years of a Derby weekend.  

Ransom was reluctant, you loved the idea of your family together, dressing up and wearing fun hats.  Aster was all about the fashion.  Planning out her and Eliana’s outfits.  Lucy was begging to be left at home, not realizing how special the trip would be.  James and Iris were ready for a good time, and some family coordinated outfits.

Carter wanted to be officially seen as off the market.  Their first outing as an engaged couple.  The past three years had seen Story come back to her bubbly self, and she was ready to not be so secluded.  Blade on the other hand was looking forward to some southern debutantes, not even caring about being at The Mansion until Carter told him it was exclusive and a great flex.  He didn’t even mention he got an invite as well.

So your family, and their pastel outfitted selves (minus Lucy and her bright colors, and Aster with her neutrals) set out for a family vacation.  Carter had spared no expense in the vacation.  And your sweet baby was so giggly talking about the ponies.  Even had a three-year-old Otto talking about them with him.

You followed along with them, while your children almost separated.  Story and Carter being introduced to potential clients.  James and Iris walking along with Posie.  Aster and Ellie were mingling, and the amount of gentleman that were trying to get the sweetheart from Boston was a great ego boost for her.  And Blade...disappeared.  

“Ransom,” you whisper at him, waiting in line to place your bets.  “your son has ran off.”

“Oh, he’s my son when he’s being a disgusting horn dog, huh?”

“You have the baby in your hand.”

Ransom scoffs at you, “He’s three woman.  And very smart.  Even our adviser said that he was making good calls.  Why are you worried about him?  He’s nearly twenty-seven?”

“He’s beautiful like his father.  And that,” you whisper.  Your eyes dart around looking for any sign of your son, “It’s dangerous.”

“Your daughter is flirting with a bunch of old men.  Taking our adorable granddaughter with her,” you blow out air at him.  

“They’re just like you.”

“What about the married couple and your engaged daughter?  At least James and Iris have a kid to keep them busy.  We got,” he stops to look around a bit more.  “Son of a bitch.”

“Baby, be quiet.”

“Papa, mama said that wowd is not nice.  She’ww put hot sauce on youw tongue.”

“Your mom has to be present to do that.”

“Hew and daddy went expwowing.  He wanted to show hew da coow bafwooms,” Ransom’s face jerks over towards you so fast.  Eyes wide.  

“They’re getting married.”

“He’s marking his territory.”

“You’we widicuwous, Papa.  I want to do Chuwchiww Downs, Wace twewve, five hundwed to win on fwee.”

“The kid listens well,” your adviser says, approving of the his bet.  “Does he really have five hundred dollar to bet on that?  I mean...it’s frowned upon to do that.  He’s two.”

“I’m fwee awmost fouw,” Otto stomps his foot at her.  “Daddy gave me wots of money, because I went to wowk wif him aww week.  I want my pony to win.  Papa, bet fow me.”

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Aster had been at Story all day, begging her to just try a mint julep, “Az,” the younger sister starts.  

“No, I know, I know.  But we’re all here, one drink or two will not kill you.  Are you ever really at the Derby if you don’t have a mint julep,” Aster pouts at her, and James starts to interject, when Story looks up at Carter.

“Princess, if you really want a mint julep, I’m not going to tell you no.  You’re going to be with me all day, so if you want to partake, you can.”

“I have always wanted to try one,” Carter gives her swift kiss to her neck, before he walks over to the bar.  His eyes never leaving her, and almost as if knowing, James and Iris take a protective stance around her.  “I’m fine,” she answers, squatting down to talk to Posie.  Letting her niece know she looks absolutely stunning.  

Story liked the drink a lot.  Even ordering another two, the third one, Aster politely slides it away from her, before she finishes it herself.  Already seeing Story’s eyes getting cloudy.  Her hands already roaming over Carter.  

“James,” Carter whispers behind his friend, causing the larger man to flinch.

“What?”

“Help me.”

He looks around confused as to what he needs help with, until he spots his wife giggling with her sisters.  “What’s the problem?” he chuckles at him.  The three kids with their grandparents, and Carter flicks his head over at Ransom, who randomly starts glaring at him.

“Story is horny, and tipsy, and has no filter.”

James lets out a belly laugh, taking a sip of his beer.  Unusually Story and Aster are the ones that keep whispering at each other.  “This isn’t good.”

“She won’t keep her hands off of me.  And I’m pretty sure that Ransom is about to cut my dick off.”

“How can I help?”

Carter’s face falls flat, and he steps closer to him.  Quickly taking a peek at his fiancé, who waves her fingers at him.  “There’s only one thing that gets this out of her system?  I know you’ve already been casing the joint.  Where's a good place?”

“What?”

“You have wanted to christen this place since we got here.  Where do I take her to where we won’t get caught?” James leans in closer to his soon to be brother-in-law and best friend, and give him the second best place to go.  The first is for him and Iris.  

Finishing just in time for Story’s hand to rub on Carter’s stomach, and James swears he can hear Ransom growl.  “Carter, I’m hot,” she whispers in his ear.

“Yeah, I can tell.  Come on, your fiancé is going take care of you.  Menace.  From this day forth, Story, if you are to drink, you get one drink.”

“A sip of yours.  Carter,” he’s not sure what she was about to say because the first touch of her lips on his neck, and he’s almost lifting her to run to the location.  

“Where are they going?” Iris asks James.

“Seriously, Icy?” Aster laughs at her sister.  “You know the Princess of Boston couldn’t keep her hands off of him.  He’s just making sure to cool that hot little body down.  Look at daddy,” she giggles at Ransom, who turns around holding onto Ellie.  A little pull of his jacket, has him paying attention to Otto’s choice in pony.  

“And when’s the old married couple sneaking off?  Blade has probably had several girls at this point.”

“Az!” Iris scolds.  “He knows no more than two a day.”

“Does that mean at a time?  He could have two threesomes.  Does that count?” Iris gives her twin a little smack, and brings James behind her.  Only barely rubbing her ass on him, until he gives her hip a swat.  “Oh, don’t act like our brother isn’t hot.  He’s a whore, too.  All these southern belles,” she fakes a southern accent, fanning at her face, “They won’t even know what hit them.”

“How come your brother comes here alone, and he’s getting more ass than me, and I’m here with my wife.”

“Oh, I know all about how you like ass, Jamey boy,” Aster gives him a little wink.

“Iris Jade!  Our bedroom, our secrets.”

“You two have been married since you could talk.  It was bound to happen.  Have fun.  My gentleman caller that’s a horse breeder is waving at me.  Have fun you, two.  Maybe I’ll meet me a southern boy, bred and born,” James rolls his eyes and spins Iris around to scoff at her.

“Oh lay off, Jamey.  Every couple is going to be experimental.  You didn’t give Carter the good spot did you?” 

“Nope.”

“Let’s go hot shot.”

Ransom looks at the non-existent numbers of his children, “Woman, we’ve been abandoned.”

“Our babies are young,” she glances over to where Ransom is now looking to see Lucy talking it up to a young boy about her age.  With nothing left to do, she grabs at his hand and places it on her breast.  “Stop it.”

“The babies!” but he doesn’t take his hand off.  Posie taking a quick little snooze, while Otto and Ellie jump up cheering for the ponies, and no one sees where Ransom’s hand is.  Giving your tit a few squeezes, and Lucy catches it.  “Aha!  I will embarrass you.”

“Ran, stop.  Lucy is growing up.  She’s gonna talk to boys, since that’s clearly her preference.  By the way,” she knocks his hand off of her breast, and leans in for a kiss, “We’re not babysitting tonight.  We’ve raised our kids.  Now let them raise theirs.”

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Blade holds his hand over your mouth.  Your body pressed firmly on the wall, but your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.  This isn’t what good girls do, but with a cute little, “Hey sweetheart,” in that Boston accent, and he had you melting.  You don’t know much about him other than his first name, but he is like a god.

Attentive to your needs, making sure to stimulate every part of you.  Even the hand that is trying to keep you quiet is the hottest thing.  His fingers, learning your body before you were ever crashing into the first room available.  Constant lingering touches, and the way he grips you bruisingly tight, and it’s just the right amount of pressure.

Even his grunting moans that reverberate in your ear.  Your whole body on fire because the Prince of Boston is nothing but perfection.  “This is the best I can do for these circumstances, sweetheart,��� making your eyes roll in the back of your head.  There’s no way.  You’re not in love with the man, you’re in love with what the man can do for you.

"Fuck,” he grunts, when your voice sings out from under his hand, “If I move this, you gonna be quiet for me?”

“I can’t,” you’re able to mumble out in between your panting.  Your hands pull him closer to you, and you’re painfully aware that there’s way too much clothing on.  With a few more hard thrusts into you, he’s got you seeing stars.  Lifting you up off his body, he gives his lengths a few more pumps, before he fills the condom up.

“Seems a bit extreme,” you breathlessly tell him.  Your chest heaving, and you struggle to walk to the mirror to freshen up.

“Yeah, well, you’re not me, darling,” he grabs up the hard copy of the NDA, and you scoff.  “You’re not from Boston.  Wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Some big shot, huh?”

“Something like that.  Also don’t need you knocking on my door in a few weeks from now claiming that you’re pregnant and come after my money, property, or businesses,” he steps behind you and fixes his own hair, and you almost glare at him.

“Don’t act like that.  I had you cumming so hard over my cock, you couldn’t see straight.  There’s nothing formal about fucking someone you just met at the Derby.  You weren’t even invited to the Mansion were you?  You arrived with someone?” biting at your lip, you give him a strange look.  “Future brother-in-law was invited, but I also got the invite, too.  Call me if you’re ever in Boston.  NDAs look a bit different there.”

“Why’s that?”

“You only know if you make it to the penthouse.  I could show you a great time.”

“Ahh, oh my god!” a blonde girl in an overly pink dress opens the door and dramatically walks away.  “Bladey, seriously?  This...Carter and I were going for round two.”

“Are you drunk?” he asks her.

“Horny.”

“Really, Carter?” the man behind her just shrugs.  “I thought...”

“Aster talked me into a mint julep, and then I talked myself in to two more, and I need to sober up, so I can spend time with our son.  Now this room is off limits because that...”

“I’m outta here,” you respond grabbing up your purse before walking away.

“She seemed lovely.  Way to fuck someone and leave ‘em while you’re at the Derby.  Now move.  My mans is trying to make a baby.”

“Carter, you and I are going to talk after this.”

“Story, do you want to sit on your throne?” Carter whispers in her ear.  Pulling her out of this room to find another one.

“I wanna baby.”

“You gotta fit in your dress.”

“There’s two of them.”

“And both were just tailored.”

“After the wedding will you put a baby in me then?”

“My god, yes,” he grunts pushing her into a new room.  “Now stop talking before I have a hard time of telling you no.”

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Know Who You’re Messing With

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Summary: Carter and Blade team up, Story forgives

Pairings: Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, TW: mentions of Story’s abuse, mentions of rape, mentions of drugging, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

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Carter gives his girlfriend a long look from across the table. Her eyes only on their son as he sleeps against her chest, before she rolls her eyes to look up at him. “What?” she asks him with a smile.

“Have you drank any of your water or just from the skinny latte? You and your need for coffee daily,” he gives a little chuckle, and she just rolls her eyes.

“Have you met my mother? Since nursing, I have limited it.”

He slides his hand across the table to her, and she takes it in her own. Gazing at the most steady person she could think of Carter was nothing but a gentleman. Patient, kind, loving towards her and Otto. Had she been in this position under different circumstances, she would love it more. But they were here. And they were getting there.

Carter slowly lifts her hand up to kiss along her knuckles, but he watches her eyes move up. Face going pale, and she stands frozen. “Baizen,” that voice slithers up his spine.

“Story, you and Otto go inside the cafe,” Story still unable to move, stares at one of her nightmares. Cringing at the sight of him.

“Story, tell V to call your mom.”

She finally focuses back on Carter, and she scrambles to get her and Otto into the cafe. Her free hand tapping on her chest, and it only infuriates Carter even more. Especially when Chase gives a little laugh, “Where you going princess?”

Carter shoves Chase up against the wall of the coffee shop, nostrils flaring snd his face turned up in a scowl. “You leave her alone.”

“Why does it matter anymore, Baizen? You got the girl. Got a bastard son with her but at least it’s not mine,” pure hatred runs through Carter, and he punches him in the face. “It was just a piece of ass. It’s nothing she didn’t want.”

“You fucking raped her. Sent me the goddamn video and one to her parents. And you got out with a slap on the wrist you privileged asshole.”

“It was a shame about Charles. Before him she offered me that pussy for free. She was dating Frank and still wanted me every fucking day. You telling me that’s rape?”

“If it wasn’t rape, why drug her? Why play mind games with her and rip that rose necklace off of her. Did you watch it, the video? She was fucking scared, and you took. It was never about sex between me and Story, you piece of shit. Men like you give the rest of us a bad name. You, Chuck, and Charles. How long is that money gonna keep the two of you out of trouble?” Chase’s eyes move rapidly over Carter’s. The laugh he releases isn’t quite as sure as before.

“I served my time.”

“Three months. She lives with what you did to her for the rest of her life.”

“Carter,” Ransom roughly says walking onto the side walk. “He’s not worth it. Your son and Story need you.”

Carter still presses Chase’s back firmly on the wall. A battle on what he should do running through his mind. Wanting to run to Story’s side and hold her, but wanting to beat Chase to a pulp.

“Better listen to your daddy, Baizen.”

“Carter!” he turns and looks at Ransom, and catches sight of Story, a steady stream of tears run down her cheeks, and her chest raw from her hand messing with it. Otto crying from her distress, and immediately he feels the pull to see her. Ransom nods his hand one time, and taps on his leg before Carter leaves.

“I was walking down the street, Mr. Drysdale.”

Ransom’s thick body stalks closer to Chase and he gives the pitiful little man a hard gaze before spitting on the pavement below. “You’re not welcome on this side of town.”

“Public street.”

“You’re gonna be served with a restraining order. You’re gonna stay away from my family. And you’re gonna wish that this show of power you thought you had never happened. You should have stayed in Ipswich. Boston is my territory. And if you ever talk about my daughter, grandson, or Carter ever again, well, you might not ever speak again.”

“That a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

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“Do you have to go?” Story pouts up at Carter as he smiles down at a giggling Otto.

“No, and I won’t go if you really don’t want me too.”

“You need to go?” he gives her a nod. “Fine. I can’t keep you locked up here forever. Will you miss us?”

Carter looks up at Story and rolls his eyes, “Every second that I’m away from you and him, I miss you. Marshall is staying at the estate while I’m gone. Blade is working with me though,” Story gives him her megawatt smile. “We’re trying princess. I’m not Blade’s favorite. But he’s putting forth the effort.”

Walking closer to her as she puts in a final shirt for him in his luggage, he cups her cheek. Story leans more into his embrace, “Are you okay?” she nods her head in response. “About the other day?”

“It took me by surprise. I knew they were out. Just…” her fingers tap at her chest, until Carter lays his hand over hers. “I want to forgive him.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Forgiveness is for me. Not him. Carter he was right,” Carter lets out an exasperated puff of air, looking away from her. “He was. I was…”

“Under the influence, and not in good mental health. He should have known that. He didn’t care. He took. That wasn’t your fault. I think I need to just stay here.”

“No. I’m fine. I went and seen Joshua, and I have another appointment with him tomorrow. I’m okay. I’m. Okay.”

“Story, I love you. And if you need me back at anytime, I will. This isn’t important, it’s you,” with a final kiss to her forehead, he hands over Otto, who reaches back towards Carter. Laying his head on Story’s chest he gives him a pout.

“I love you, Carter.”

She walks with him out to his car, and waves her hand. Staying outside until she sees his car completely disappear. As soon as he no longer sees her, he makes a phone call. “I’m gone. Do you have everything set up?”

“Yep. JJ has got Curtis ready. We got a bunch more dirt dug up on those two, so it’s not exactly lying. Dad said it’s time for an end to this.”

“I’d prefer if they were dead. You didn’t see her, Blade. She froze.”

“They’re going away for good this time. Chase and Chuck’s long line of illegal activities is coming to a halt.”

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“This is a bad idea,” you look up at the prison, as your daughter hands you, Otto. “Story…”

“I’ve got to do this.”

“Why? You owe him, nothing.”

“I know. Marshall?” he follows her until, he can’t go any further, giving her hand a hard shake. “You’re calling him aren’t you?”

“I’ve already called him. You need him,” she gives his hand a squeeze before she’s lead back to meet with Frank.

Sitting down alone in front of the window, she sees him stiffen as he goes to sit in front of her. Slowly the both of them lift the receivers to their ears, “I didn’t get my day in court. There was a lot of other things.”

“I saw the news. You look good,” Story’s eyes try to focus on the man in front of her, but it’s more looking around his eyes. Never looking directly at him. “How’s life being a mother?”

“I don’t want to talk about my life.”

“It’s the life you deserve. With the man you were supposed to be with. It wasn’t me. I couldn’t give you that life.”

“I didn’t ask you to. I just wanted you to be a decent boyfriend.”

“Is that what we were?”

She plays with a piece of her hair, trying to avoid tapping on her chest, but fails. Frank watches her go from tapping to rubbing along her skin. “I was gonna move in with you.”

“Yeah, still fucking Chase, too. I wasn’t the only one that was toxic in our relationship.”

“You sold me. To pay off your debt. Had you have asked, I could have…my parents watched that.”

“It wasn’t ever intended for them. It was always for him. And they weren’t part of the deal. I didn’t know about them,” Story wipes the tears off her cheek pointlessly, and he just stares at her emotional self.

“I didn’t know about them. I promise you.”

“You still….why Carter?”

“I was told that he would do anything or pay any amount of money to keep you safe. I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry, and no amount of times I say that is it going to take it away. I’m in here everyday with a constant reminder of what I did to you, and I’m sorry.”

“Ms. Drysdale,” a correctional officer pokes their head in. “I was told to let you know, the baby is crying, and hungry.”

“Turned out well for you at least.”

“I have to live with that night in my head. Having the man of my dreams by my side and a child doesn’t mean that everything is fine. I think about that night all the time. Get random flashbacks of it. I hope that the clearing of your debt was worth it. I hope that knowing I see a therapist weekly, and that my parents had to watch them do that to me, my mom watched that video with a family friend hoping to identify someone. I hope it was all worth it to you. But I forgive you.”

She stands to walk away, never giving him another look, but he watches her the entire time. Knowing exactly how wrong it was, feeling remorse, but unable to take any of it back.

Story grabs up Otto immediately, rocking him in her arms, while you gather his things. Keeping Marshall by her side, until she sees Carter standing there with his arms wide.

Walking to him, he wraps his arms around her and Otto. Wishing he could take it all away. Wishing that Frank paying for what he did, would make Story forget everything. But it never does.

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“Mr. Bass, your under arrest for embezzlement, tax evasion, drug trafficking,” Curtis continues to read a long list of charges against Chuck, who is completely unbelieving of this.

“Blair, call my lawyer!”

He walks around Chuck, and tightly cuffs him, “If I comply, will you let me walk out, without cuffs?”

“Nope. Embarrassment is good for you.”

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“Mr. Collins,” Curtis gives him a big smile, “You thought you could get away with hacking into the FBI system?” a few agents walk in, to assist in the arrest.

“What?”

“Along with another long list of charges. Mr. Collins, you’re under arrest. When you threaten families, you really need to make sure you know who you’re messing with.”

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No Lipstick

Summary: Lydia goes to see Story

Pairings: Carter X Story

Rating: 😤😤

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2K

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Lydia stands in the doorway of her almost daughter-in-law’s dressing suite. She’s never left alone, and for some reason, here she was. Her delicate pink manicured fingers adding a final touch to her look before she ever spots Lydia’s reflection.

“Mrs. Baizen, I was just about to head to get Carter and Otto.”

“It’s good to have a word with you alone,” Story takes a deep gulp, and her eyes fall to vanity in front of her. Trying to avoid Lydia’s eyes and ignore her words. “You married up well.”

Story spins around and looks at Lydia, her bright blue eyes trying to hold onto her calmness. Repeating how she’s marrying the love of her life, and no one can take that away from her.

“He built you that beautiful castle on your family’s property.”

“I didn’t ask for that.”

“Giving you a dream wedding inside a real castle. Having a real life prince coming to your wedding, when yours is nothing but a fairy tale concocted by a silly little girl,” Story goes to walk around the woman, not wanting to cause a scene, but Lydia stops her by grabbing a hold of her arm.

“I love your son. I have always loved your son. To me, he’s perfect. A perfect fiancé, perfect father…”

“Are you going to always play this game? You wanted to be a real princess, and you’re marrying a man worth more than some royal families. A coincidence?”

“I was in love with Carter before I understood money.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t mean to come at you hard. It’s just…we Baizen’s have a reputation to uphold. Had you two have gotten married when you were seventeen before you terminated my actual grandchild I wouldn’t have cared. You have used your body to trap my son. He won’t even tell me if you’re going to give him his own children. Just want to parade that…”

“You speak a word about my son, and I won’t take it too kindly, Lydia. Otto is four. He is a child. You say what you want to about me. But you keep his name and existence out of your mouth. Have I made myself clear? When or if Carter and I decide to have more children, that is our business and not your own,” Story stands up a bit taller, glaring at the woman who was nothing but cruel to her almost husband.

“That baby knows nothing about what is cost for him to be here. He doesn’t know the vile woman that you are. Doesn’t know how you laid your hands on his dad because you claimed he wasn’t good enough. Your son, is now mine. I don’t want his money, I want him. That is all i have ever wanted my whole life. You wanna know why you’re even here Lydia?”

Lydia licks her lips, amused that Carter decided to spill their little secrets to his tartlette. Nothing but arm candy. A disgrace because she had a child out of wedlock and now the mistake carries on their family name.

“Tell me, princess, why am I here?”

“Because of me,” Lydia scoffs at her, deeply rolling her eyes. “Carter didn’t want you or Gregory here. I was the one that told him his parents needed to be here. Why do you think Caroline doesn’t talk to you? She moved to London to get away from you. Married her off at the age of four. Couldn’t get TJ either could you.”

“Aster was better suited for Carter,” Story only rolls her eyes. “TJ is nothing but a twink. There’s stories going around about you and him.”

“Ooh…stories don’t hurt me anymore. Just like your lame attempt to make me untrusting of my future husband. Carter is mine, and I am his. It was destined in the stars for us. He never loved Aster. Just like she never loved him. You pushed a child into an adult relationship, and both my sister and Carter suffered for that.”

“You like sloppy seconds?”

“Your husband does,” Lydia scoffs at Story. “You wanna talk about the rumors about me and TJ? Let’s talk about yours. Where would you be without your husband’s money? Your family money is gone. Squandered away by your father who had an addiction. Money isn’t everything Lydia.”

Story dusts off a piece of fuzz of her shoulder and gives her that megawatt smile that Carter can’t get enough of.

“And unlike you, I make money. If you and Gregory had a marriage based around love like me and your son will have, you might have half the relationship we will have. I’ll give him all the babies my body can handle. I will treat him like the king he is. Our son, Otto is already learning the business. I’d be afraid. Should Carter ever leave the company, do you think you can stand on your own? My children will love and respect us. We won’t parent out of fear, and I won’t push my children into a life that they don’t want. My life will be rich with love. You’ll have no one but your miserable husband. Don’t ruin this Lydia. I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, that you don’t deserve.”

“Don’t use your idle threats against me little girl. He’s marrying arm candy that doesn’t even have a high school diploma. Couldn’t even finish and had to result in a GED. You’re just not good enough.”

Story’s left hand goes over her mouth as she feigns a yawn. That Harry Winston Diamond that Carter bought just for her when she was seventeen catching the light and Lydia’s eye perfectly, “What was that you were saying? I’m marrying him. And you can either accept that, or you can leave our wedding.”

“It’s your wedding. This show is for you.”

“I could have got married in the back of my family’s estate. Carter insisted on the castle. I don’t care about the wedding. I care about him. Lydia, why don’t you fill that pussy of yours with something, and you might loosen up. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to see my son, and my fiancé. Do not come at me with your fucking attitude again this weekend. It won’t end well for you.”

Story’s heels click down the hall, when she stops, looking back to see if Lydia had followed, but she still remains in her suite. Story takes a few calming breaths, when she starts to hyperventilate. Looking at the floor and feeling like the walls are closing in on her.

Blade had been making his way to get Story, asking her what suit Otto was supposed to wear when he sees his sister, trying to hold back tears. Breathing erratically when he goes to stand in front of her. Grabbing up her hand to place on his heart, while his hand presses on that spot where her heart used to lay. “Ree, listen to my breathing. Feel it. Breathe in. Breathe out.”

All the times that a young and adult Story did this for him, he didn’t hesitate. Her protector, her bubba, her Prince Charming. “Story,” he calmly says again when her eyes focus on him. “Sissy, you good?”

“I need air.”

“Otto…what suit?”

“Three…uh…” Story pauses when Lydia finally walks out her suite, giving the girl, a smirk as she walks away. Lydia realizes she did in fact rattle Story, even if she was so strong while in there. “Bladey…I need air.”

“What did she do?” Story just shakes her head. “Story, what did she do?”

“She thinks I’m not…I don’t deserve him.”

Blade gives her a tap on the center of her chest. “What do you think?”

“He’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Do you deserve him?” she shakes her head no, and Blade’s face falls.

“I don’t. Nobody does. In my eyes he’s perfect. I don’t care that I don’t deserve him, I want him. I need him in mine and Otto’s life. And I can’t live without him. He’s always been mine. My Sir Lancelot. And I don’t care that I don’t deserve him.”

“Come on, sissy, let’s get you cleaned back up, and I’ll go get Otto dressed. You need to go see the future king. He’s a wreck. And this is only day one. We’ve got tomorrow with the wedding. Tell me again why you needed a whole week for your wedding.”

“I wanted it in the backyard, until Carter showed me the picture of the castle.”

“Hey,” he tilts her head up to look at him. “He doesn’t deserve you either. You are perfect. But you two cherish each other, and I think that shows you that you are going to last. He loves you, and just as important, he loves that little man. Story, whatever that disgusting woman had to say, don’t believe it. She’s losing her money maker, and you’re the reason. They feel Carter pulling away from the company. Lydia is trying everything, so don’t let her win.”

“Thanks, Bub. I wanna go see my future husband,” Blade tilts his head to the side, “I don’t need air anymore. I need Carter.”

“I don’t get it.”

“One day you will.”

Story walks into Carter’s suite, James sitting in a chair watching him straighten up his tie, but with a whistle to Story, he goes to stand. Giving her a big hug before walking out. “You’re here early, Princess.”

“I just needed to spend some time with you. Blade’s getting little man situated. When he’s not running around with his Papa.”

“You okay?”

“Never better,” Carter knows she’s lying. He’s studied her face enough to see the slight swelling of her skin. The little bit of blood shot veins weaving in her bright eyes. And even the sound of her voice.

“Honey…”

“Carter, I’m fine, babe. I had a moment.”

“Cold feet?”

“I have waited my whole life to marry you. Not somebody, but you. I’ll be dammed if I have cold feet. Just…your mother paid a visit,” Carter walks quickly to Story. Her appearance now making sense. “I took care of it.”

“She made you upset.”

“And I gave her a reality check. I cry when I get angry and when she talks about my husband and son, I take…”

“What did she say about Otto?”

“You know what she said,” Carter grits his teeth. “I want…this is our time Carter. I don’t want her to dictate our joy.”

“I didn’t want her here. She has one year. If…Story, one year, and I’m leaving the company. If she ever treats our next kids any different than Otto, she will not see them. I never demand anything from you, but I’m putting my foot down. That woman…your parents are enough grandparents for them. I won’t be questioned about it.”

“No, I know,” her hands go to pet at his face, and she leans in for a soft kiss. “After our wedding, everything concerning your family, you take the lead and I follow. I’m done playing nice with her, okay? Now, breathe in. And I’m gonna mark you up. You okay with tying this back up?” she asks already pulling at his tie.

“If it means, you’re giving me a hickey, yes I can,” Story bites at her lip and smirks up at him. “That’s why no lipstick yet?”

“Yep.”

“I love you Story Dry…”

“We’ve only got one more day, start calling me Story Baizen.”

“Whatever you need Mrs. Baizen,” Story gives him a shutter at the name. “Better make this quick. It won’t take long for Blade to bring Otto in here. I’ve got him a few things,” Story responds by starting to pepper soft open mouth kisses on his neck. Nipping at his sensitive skin. Adding just a few hickies to him that will easily be covered by his collar.

“It’s like we’re young all over again,” Carter’s hands drift down her back, memorizing her curves and soft skin. Enjoying the last few hours he has with her, before she enjoys the evening with her sisters, mom, and friends.

When she leans back to look at her work of art, Story slowly begins to button his shirt, tying his bow tie herself, just like she saw her mom do with her dad her whole life. Neither of them realizing the love and closeness it brought them. “All this going on, and I never got to appreciate how stunningly beautiful you look, princess. And you’re mine.”

“I always was Carter.”

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Oh man, Story and Carter…seems like she’s going to make the right decision for a 17 year old though. Without knowing if I’m right, I’m always happy when stories of shows of movies let their characters make that choice. There is so much pro-birth propaganda shoved in our faces and we hardly even realize it. Feel free not to post this if you’d prefer. I know it can be a touchy subject.

It's an extremely sensitive subject. But it is apart of life. Let's dive back into Story and Carter...

It Was Her Decision

Summary: What does Story do?

Pairings: Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating: Angsty and sensitive

Warnings: Mentions of a teenage pregnancy, mentions of abortion, breakup, angry/protective Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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You try to watch your daughter over the next few days. She completely avoided Ransom during the day, but at night she was crawling in your bed. Something she hadn't done for months, and now you know why. More than once you woke up to her crying into your chest, and you were unaware of what you needed to do, so you were just there.

That night after supper, Ransom already kicked back to watch TV while you were cleaning up in the kitchen, he stands to open the door, finding none other than Gregory, Lydia, and Carter Baizen, "We need to talk," Gregory informs Ransom.

"Okay, come in. What's this about?"

"Your daughter," Lydia looks around the house looking for Story but she spots you. "Where is she?"

Ransom confused looks between them, "You know very well that Aster is living with Scott in the city. What is this about?"

"Story. Where is she?"

Story hearing the commotion was already walking downstairs, and as soon as she sees Carter, he gives her a weak smile, but you see her heart soar, until her hands go to her stomach, and then she's sad all over again, "Story, I'm sorry for what happened the other night. I panicked I was scared. I shouldn't have said..." Carter pauses when he sees Ransom's grumpy face.

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" his eyes look at you, and you're speechless. "Y/N, why are they here? And why is he talking to my daughter like they've seen each other recently?"

"I figured you would know. We're going to be grandparents," Lydia smiles over to Ransom and then back up at Story. Story's eyes find you before back at Ransom.

"Daddy, I'm sorry," but his eyes roll to meet Carter's.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her."

"I couldn't."

"She's seventeen years old. When did you have time..." he turns to look at Story, her hand fiddling with the diamond tennis bracelet. Finally catching on to where all the gifts had been coming from. Ransom had checked his statement multiple times and no high price tag items had been purchased. "How long?" the two of them silent. "HOW LONG?"

"Ransom, we shouldn't make Story upset in her condition," Lydia starts speaking softly to her, and Story walks quickly to your side. "I always knew one of you would be apart of our family."

"Mother stop."

"How long, Carter?"

"Eight months," Story gives him the tiniest smile, because he knew. "I came here on her birthday and gave her the bracelet."

"You weren't there," Ransom uses his low register voice, and you know he's holding back his anger, and you grip tighter to your daughter.

"It was after the party sir. I climbed...I went through her window."

Ransom takes a moment to breathe, his eyes looking at you before back to the Baizen's. "Ransom, there's no need to get worked up. We'll take care of her. Carter has a nice apartment, and has been looking for a house. They can be a family and make it work. We'll need to get you a doctor, how far along do you think you are dear? I heard there was a mistake with your birth control?" Lydia's cloying voice grates on your everlasting nerves.

You're surprised when it's Story that speaks up, "I don't need to see a doctor. There's...I'm not pregnant," with one glance at Carter you see a mixture of relief and pure sadness running through his mind.

"What do you mean? Y/N...what did you do?"

"She had an abortion. She wasn't ready."

Gregory laughs, "Should have known. She wasn't ready for a baby, but was ready to spread her legs."

"Father," Carter looks at his dad pissed, but it's Ransom that gets the final say.

"Get out of my house."

"For too long you two have acted better than us. We have watched your daughters whore around with my son. Did you not know where she was?" Gregory gives a smirk to Ransom and Carter backs away from his dad disgusted.

"Did it mean anything?" your husband's eyes are only on Carter. "Did it fucking mean anything to you?"

"Daddy."

"I should press charges on you."

"Daddy no!"

"I trusted you to protect my baby. And you're taking advantage of her. Bringing your parents here to bully her into being your housewife. I am beyond disappointed in you. I have looked at you like a son. We took care of you when your parents wouldn't. Let you into our home,"

"Ransom, stop it!" you see Carter's face fall with each word. Returning to that scared little boy that you just wanted to show love to.

"While your parents are treating her like a common whore, did they know she had never been on a date, never had a boyfriend, and she was still a virgin? Did it mean anything to you?"

Carter gives one look to Story, mouthing an 'I'm sorry' before standing up straight looking at Ransom, "No, sir."

Story's body crumbles in your arms and she cries out a pained, "You're lying."

"If I have to tell you three one more time to get out of my house, I'm calling the fucking cops. Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"You'll regret this Drysdale," Gregory spits before grabbing ahold of Carter's sleeve, nearly dragging the boy out of the living room. As soon as the door closes, Story dashes upstairs and you go to follow her.

"Not you," his voice growls at you.

"Ransom, my daughter needs me."

"She needed you eight months ago! You knew! You fucking knew about this, and you let him...she needed you," it's hard to look at Ransom, he's hurt, scared, and pissed. A deadly combination. "And then you...how could you?"

"It was her decision. He left her alone when she told him she was pregnant. She was scared. She was scared of you, scared that she lost her first love."

"You took her."

"IT WAS HER DESICION!"

Ransom's eyes fill with tears and he struggles to look at you, "You would have never done that."

"I wasn't seventeen years old."

"She's a baby."

You bite at your lip, your finger messing with your wedding rings, "Exactly. She's a scared baby, and you want to force her to have a baby?"

"No."

"Then quit acting like she's the worse person in the room. I'll take all the blame if that's what you want. I knew that Carter had been here. You did too," Ransom straightens up his face remembering when the two of you rushed back from your weekend getaway. "She said that he waited months before he would have sex with her," Ransom's face turns up in disgust. "She loves him, and he just left," you start to fall, but Ransom's arms catch you. "He left our baby alone and scared. He wasn't returning her calls, Ran, what did you expect her to do?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Can I please go see my daughter? She needs me."

"Tell her to get in our bed."

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“I mean…we still don’t know who Andy’s son is…or even if/how they find out.” // No. If it’s who you’ve been hinting, I need zero further discussion on how sweet baby Otto might be descended from that devil, Andy. I’d rather live in ignorance. How have you made me feel so much for fictional characters?! 😂 - 💫

Regardless of WHO Otto's dad/grandfather might have been that baby is still the most precious of all things in the world.

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Can I Hold Him

Summary:  Welcome Otto Ransom White to the world.  Ransom meets his grandson.

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale, Ransom X Kitten, Jodi X Ryan

Rating:  sweet then sad

Warnings: mild language, paternity test, sad Story, 18+ ONLY

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"Mr. Drysdale?” Carter timidly looks over to you and Ransom, his eyes still full of tears. His lips trembling as he tries to speak to Ransom, “Story...she wants to meet your grandson.”

He stands up, grabbing your hand, and follows the proud Carter. Had you not known that he wasn’t biologically Otto’s father, you would never second guess it. He’s a natural. A calm in Story’s storm. She is a dramatic Drysdale, and he just brings a peaceful serenity to her. Even though Ransom’s eyes where only on Story, you couldn’t help but watch Carter. His legs carry him directly beside her, eyes moving between her and the sleeping Otto.

“Daddy,” her voice squeaks out, finally able to look up at him, “this is Otto,” Ransom’s head tilts to the side, as he reaches for the little fluffy ball. She looks up at Carter, and he nods his head before she’s looking back at Ransom, “Otto Ransom.”

You always knew how sensitive your pretty husband was, but when Story says his middle name for the first time, he struggles to breathe. Ransom’s finger brushes over his smooth skin, while he smiles at him, “Otto Ransom, hey buddy,” he steals a glance up to Story, looking over at Carter before whispering a thank you to him, and his eyes are looking back down at the sleeping boy. Huffing out a laugh, “You look like your uncle Blade.”

And he does. Blade and Story have always had such a tender and sweet relationship, and to see her making a baby that looks just like your own baby boy, you can’t help but struggle through tears. “Yeah, and I did all the work,” Carter gives a kiss to Story’s temple reminding her of how good she did. “He’s perfect though. The nurses...” looking up at Carter she shakes her head with tears, “I can’t.”

He moves to sit in the bed with her, his arm wrapping tightly around her back, “They came and swabbed him. Said they took Ryan’s earlier?” it's a shame that this is supposed to be a joyous moment, and Story is feeling enough conflicting emotions with Dayton's death, and now them demanding a paternity test before she's granted the right to the White last name.  Carter gives her another gentle kiss, and looks over to Ransom.  Had it not been for that baby in his arms, he would have been fuming.

Unbeknownst to Story and Carter, Ransom had plans of his own.  Carter had noticed the extra swabs, but chose not to comment, "He's perfect isn't he, daddy?" she tries to change the subject, even though her heart is breaking into a million pieces.  

"It's because he's yours," those dark blue eyes rolls up to look at his daughter, slowly watching her change from his baby to the mother of his first grandson.

"That's what Carter tells me."

"The bonehead isn't such an idiot after all," you give him a little nudge with your shoulder.  The four of you mostly gazing at that beautiful little boy.  Very little conversation happens as the prospect of Otto's parentage looms overhead.  Story becomes stressed beyond consoling when she hears the booming voice of Ryan.

"Daddy?" her lip trembles when he hands Otto back to her, kissing her on her forehead, when he tells Carter and you to stay with her.  Marching out to him, and harshly shushing him.

"I told you Drysdale, the kid isn't my grandson," throwing the test results at Ransom, but he only laughs at Ryan.  "I told you, that she had been cheating on my son," Carter steps out of the room, while his hired security stands guard beside the door.  "You knew all along didn't you."

Carter produces the same papers, "I didn't see Story again, until after she's pregnant.  Biologically he's not mine.  But that baby, is my son," Ryan scoffs looking at Carter confused.  "But you can guarantee that I'm going to treat him like my own son, unlike you did with Dayton," Ryan's eyes darken while he looks at Carter, the charade clearly up.  "That test was always going to prove you weren't related to Otto."

"How?"

"Money can make a lot of things happen.  Ari?  Frank?" the two men step around the corner with their own papers.  "You knew who Otto's biological father was.  You came here for a paternity test, knowing that it would only further your sick need to prove that Story was cheating on Dayton.  Jodi, who is Dayton's father?" she shakes her head no, refusing to answer.  "We already know, so why don't you do us a favor."

"Those files were sealed."

"Yeah, and Andy took out a lot of insurances, and rarely followed through," while Ransom is sickened that even after death, Andy had the ability to make his way back into his life.  An asshole of a son, bred from the same cloth, but that son created the most beautiful little boy with his daughter.

"Give him the last name Barber then," Ryan nearly spits at Ransom.

"Legally, Dayton is a White.  Story wants him to have Dayton's last name, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Ryan looks over at his wife, having a silent conversation before pointing at Ari and Frank, "Who are they?"

"Brothers.  Frank's his twin.  While this is a few marks off, due to the fact they're not his father, they're related to Otto.  So Jodi, you ready to be honest?  Andy is in fact Dayton's father?" she nods her head, before looking at Ryan, who spins on his heel and leaves.

"You and your husband are disgusting.  You made Story feel like a lowlife, and your son had already destroyed her shine.  She never smiled the way she did with Carter.  He didn't deserve her.  And then you two march in here and try to claim that she was cheating on him, to prove what?  He kept her on a tight leash in the beginning of their relationship.  You don't find it odd that she got pregnant so quickly?  Dayton was a lose cannon looking forsomeone to further his wealth, and look good while doing so.  How dare you stand here and act like you're so much better than my daughter.  How dare you act like she's scum, when it was your son.  The only good thing he did was give us Otto."

"I wanna see him."

"Not today," Carter walks a bit closer to Jodi.  "Today, you won't be seeing my son.  Today, you're going home and you can contact our lawyers for a supervised visit."

"He's my grandson."

"You admit it now?  For months, you've belittled my daughter, knowing that Dayton was his father.  You will not come here and tell me or Carter what to do with his son and my grandson.  You will only be visiting him with one of us present," she shakes her head walking towards the door, but is stopped by one of the guards.  "You can send in a request."

"That's all I have left of my son," she cries, trying to use her tears to make Ransom falter, and for a moment he does, and then he remembers how cruel she and Ryan had been to Story.  Without another word he steps towards the door, leaving her to be escorted out of the hospital.

"Carter, I think it's time for you to introduce your son to his family," Carter gives the man he's looked up to his whole life a big smile, "Don't get all mushy Tweedle Dum, let's go, you two as well."

"Mr. Drysdale, can I have a moment with her?  I know she had to have heard," the three men give him a nod, allowing Carter to walk in to a room with a crying and shaking Story.  You hold onto your grandson rocking him and trying to soothe Story.  All the while Otto screams at her discomfort.  "Princess."

"Tell me it's not true," stone faced Carter just stares at her.  "No, he's perfect," her broken cries of he's perfect continues as Carter walks towards her.  Wrapping his arms around her; he just lets her cry.  Carter gives her a squeeze trying to remove any self doubt she feels, squeezing out all the negative energy, until her cries turn into sniffles.  "I wanna see Dr. Banner."

"Whatever you want Princess."

"Mom, I'm sorry for everything I said to you about Andy.  I understand," Story doesn't have to explain anymore, you’re unsure if you need to be here with her, or need to get some fresh air, scream into the wind, while you process everything.  Your mind running through a maze of lies that he always told you.  He was only dating you, in the process of moving you in his house, when Dayton was born.  The whole time, he had been unfaithful to you.  Fathering a child, that tried to ruin your baby's life.  "He's perfect.  I don't want him to know Andy."

"He won't.  Ari and Frank are here," a fresh wave of tears come to Story's eyes, but her wailing is no longer evident.  Her body is still, accepting that she can't change it, but Ari and Frank are apart of Otto's life in more ways than one now.  "You okay with them coming in here?" Story gives a nod, asking him not to leave her.  Standing up you hand over her beautiful baby boy to open the door for the three outside.  

As if knowing, Ransom wraps his arms tight around you.  His lips peppering along your neck while you watch Frank and Ari stare at that little boy.  Frank slowly inches his way towards the family of three, "Story, can I hold him?" 

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Maybe I Did

Summary:  Story talks to Carter about Aster

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  mentions of Lydia’s abuse to Carter, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

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Story’s hand lazily rubs up and down Carter’s chest, while her lips still kiss against his sticky skin.  He has never felt this important before.  Never had someone make him feel the way that she does.  Story looks at him like he hung the moon, treats him like he’s the most important person in the room, and he’s addicted to it.  He’s always felt that way with Story, not even realizing that she has always wanted him in her life.

She turns her head and gives a soft kiss over his heart, and Carter wants to melt.  Wants to tell her how much he loves her, tell her that they should just come clean with their relationship, even if they had to be apart for a few month until she turned eighteen, she would be worth the wait.  But he doesn’t.

Story melts onto her boyfriends body.  Everything feels so right with him.  Always has, but now it’s perfectly right.  So much of Story made her feel out of place with her siblings, but she felt complete with Carter.  He never got irritated with her or roll his eyes at her.  Everything about Story, Carter found fascinating.

He had spotted Aster at the famer’s market the other day.  Her sister had started walking closer to them, but he jumped in front of Story’s body, but he saw that shocked expression, and knew that Aster had in fact seen who Carter had been hugged up against.

Aster saw the difference in Carter since being with Story, even tried to push his boundaries, to which he didn’t give into.  But it’s left Story with so many questions.  She wasn’t sure if Carter’s reluctance was because he wanted to keep their relationship a secret from her father, or from Aster.  “Carter?” he hums out a hmm, waiting on her to speak more.  “How long did you and Aster date?  She always kept so many secrets.”

“We never dated.”

“But...”

“You really wanna have this conversation now?  I just got finished watching you ride on top of me, and you wanna talk about this,” her fingers pet around his abs, but she whispers out a yes.  “My mom, she saw Aster as a contract, a suitable wife.”

“Why her?”

“Well, you weren’t born.  Good family, good last name, could expand my own wealth, and have kids to carry on the Baizen name.  She harped on that notion the whole time I was in school.  I got smacked across the face just for mentioning another girl.  She was on scholarship, not good stock.  The more I pushed, the more Az pulled away.  Lucky for me her younger twin sister was leaving her behind in the boy department.  James and Iris started to get physical and Aster was curious.”

“That vacation?  The one...she was holding your hand and kept smiling over at me.  It wasn’t exactly a secret that I had a crush on you.  She just...she liked having something I couldn’t have.  So, she was your first?”

“I didn’t want to talk about this.”

“Answer the question,” Story holds her duvet over her chest, and sits up to stare at Carter.  “She was wasn’t she?” he nods his head, looking away from her.  “Did you want her to be?” he shakes his head no, finally turning back to look at Story.  Carter sits up in her bed, and gives her a soft kiss.  “Why did you do it then?”

“Duty.  All I’ve wanted was for someone to tell me how proud they were of me.  Tell me they love me.  I thought I would be landing the girl of my mother’s dreams, and my mom would be proud of me.  It made things worse.  Aster wouldn’t look at me or talk to me.  My mom called me a failure and...I had to miss a couple of days of school.  I still tried with Aster, and still pushed her further away from me.  It never meant anything.  No one did, until you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not.  I didn’t want to have this conversation, because I can’t change it.  I can’t take it back, even though I wish I could.  I lost my childhood because I was so focused on making my mother happy.  You’re the first person that has ever wanted me happy.  I wasn’t ready for what happened between me and Aster, and I didn’t know what she was doing with you.”

“I was a child.  It didn’t mean anything.”

“It did.  Where are we at right now?  Am I not in your bed?  Do I not come here almost every single night?  Story, you mean everything to me.  I guess in a way you always have.  I’ve had this odd pull towards you, because you remind me of how I wish I was able to be.  Reading fairy tales, and getting to play, use your imagination.  I have a duty to my family, and our business.  Your parents let you be a kid.  They weren’t telling you at six-years-old that someone would make a perfect spouse for you.  Telling you when you were eleven to ask someone out on a date and get the ball rolling.  Your dad would dance around with you, he taught you to ride a bike.  My parents bought me a Rolex and expensive cologne because I asked for it.  I was wearing suits by the time I was six.  You wore tutus and rainboots.  I never got to be a child, unless I was here.  And then here comes this tiny little baby, that looked like the princess I thought your mom was.”

“What?” Story giggles through the tears that had been steadily falling down her cheeks.  Randomly Carter would wipe them off of her.

“I met her at your parents wedding.  She looked like a princess, and I wanted to marry a princess after that.  My parents say that they aren’t in love, but even now, you’re parents are crazy in love.  I want that.”

“Maybe you’ll find that then.”

“Maybe I did.”

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All this talk about how awful Lydia is… I need to know what tensions and relationships are like post Story & Carter wedding. Did they finally cut toxic 1 & 2 (aka Carter’s parents) out of their lives? Did Lydia try to make a scene at the wedding which Lucy promptly stopped with a glass of red wine? I gotta know…🤨

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Ooh...this is a good one. Lydia is just not a nurturing person at all. All the love Carter craved as a child, he got from the Drysdale's. His parents really liked that he was there, because Aster was a pretty girl, smart, and "comes from good stock". When they barged into the estate with Carter, they were just as happy with it being Story. While all the daughters are beautiful, Story is the typical pretty girl. There's more to her than her beauty, but even her sisters describe her as the pretty one. Lydia and Gregory WANT Carter to marry into the Drysdale family, and have always wanted him to. So they are happy about the marriage, although they do not realize that he's marrying her not out of duty, but because he is in LOVE. However....so just to clarify, this is at their rehearsal. Story has done well, and comes from money, Carter has done very well, and spoils his Princess. He also wants to make sure that everything is perfect, and he's had enough.

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Not His Father

Summary:  Carter is over his mother

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Lydia Baizen

Rating:  angst that ends fluffy

Warnings:  Lydia Baizen, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.6K

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Carter walks up behind Story putting the final touches on her look in the mirror. Reaching her back he places a new diamond necklace around her, “Carter.”

“What?  It’s our wedding day.”

“Tomorrow,” she takes a deep inhale when his fingers drift down the front of her dress.  He stops at her belly pushing her back into his chest.  Story’s eyes flutter shut when she get the smell of his signature cologne and those sinful lips of his connect to her neck.  “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

“And I wanted to get you a gift for today,” his lips move up higher, nipping at her jawline, and she spins to look at him.  Her hand cupping his cheek, to bring him closer to her.

“Then I get nothing tomorrow,” giving her a sly grin he starts to walk away, “Carter Rory Baizen, you better quit.”

“I’ve got to give our son a present to,” she tilts her head to the side, but he holds up his hands in surrender.  “It’s nothing new.  Actually,” pulling out a little bitty tiny signet ring from his pocket, he extends a hand to show her.

“You got him a ring like daddy’s?”

“He actually got me a ring that looks like his,” Story looks at him confused, unsure of when this transpired.  “It’s not a big deal.  Did a report on him, and he got me a ring,” scrunching up her nose, she gives him a cute little peck on his lips.  “Okay, it was a huge deal to me.  I can’t wear it anymore, thought that little man would like it.”

“He’ll love it, handsome,” pulling him back into her, they hold onto each other.  Breathing in the other’s scent while they bask in their final night of being single.  Story finally going to get to change her name to match her family’s.  “Let’s go find our boy,” she whispers on his neck, pulling him to go get Otto.  

He’s still is amazed at how she seems still so dreamy in so many ways.  In ways that he never realized, because she was always his dream.  Finding a love like Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale, not even realizing that someone else was wanting the same kind of love, right under his nose.  Finding the boy getting his finishing touches to his to his suit by Blade before running to her arms.  “You wook so pwetty mommy.  Just wike a pwincess,” gasping when he sees the new shiny necklace.  “Daddy and I did good, huh?”

“You helped pick it out?” he nods his head, giving her a squishy faced kiss.  

“It was actually his idea,” Carter brings the two of them close to his body, holding on to his everything’s when his mother walks in.  Lydia almost snarls at the fact that her son has accepted Otto as his own.  Happy about the union, had always wanted him to marry preferably Aster, but Story was a nice surprise.  Although the thought of them having having a child out of wedlock would have been better than the illegitimate child of another man.

“Son, you look very handsome.  Another piece of jewelry I see,” nearly rolling her eyes at the constant gifts that he gives his almost wife.  Not even realizing Story wants him to stop.  Building their home was more than enough for her, it was their forever home right on the property she grew up on.  Just being with Carter was enough for her. 

“We are getting married tomorrow,” he doesn’t even look at his mother.  Had it not been for Story insisting his parents be there, he wouldn’t have even invited them.  Knowing there would be some form of remark, and he’s reaching his breaking point.

“It was fwom me and daddy,” Otto giggles, causing Carter to nip and blow raspberries on his neck playfully.  Blade steps a bit closer to the trio when he sees Lydia make another face of disgust.

“Is there a reason...” she stops herself, knowing that she’s about to start a fight.  She should be happy that her son is thrilled, but in her world marriage is a contract.  It’s not for happiness.  “Otto wouldn’t it be better for you to call him Carter?”

“What the hell?” Blade and Carter push Story and Otto back.  “You and little man go to mom and dad,” Story doesn’t even give Lydia another glance.  Only clings tighter to her son.  His hands pulling at her face to look at him asking what GiGi meant.  “Is there a problem Lydia?”

“That is not his father.”

“I beg to differ,” Carter stands up a bit straighter.  He no longer cares to do the right thing and allowing his mother there.  His only wish now is to protect his family.  A dying need to say all the things he has withheld tight on his tongue for too long.  “That is my son.”

“Whose name is on the birth certificate?  What’s his last name going to be now?  She comes from good stock, but she was a bit...”

“You speak another word about my future wife, and our relationship is done.  Otto Ransom Baizen is my son.  I’m the only father he has ever known.”

Lydia scoffs rolling her eyes.  “That last name...it’s only by default.  Wasn’t even supposed to be White.  You shouldn’t be going into a relationship with baggage.  He...you two were supposed to have a child.  And you so easily forgave her.”

Carter squares up with his mother.  Knowing that the normally vile things he’s heard all his life is coming from her.  Even if they were from his father’s mouth, the spineless man listened to whatever she said.  “Let me make something perfectly clear to you, I failed her when we were younger.  I left her and wasn’t returning her calls or text.  That decision was made alone, when I, the older one, should have been by her side regardless of what she decided to do.”

“She took away my grandchild’s future.”

“And I was taking away hers,” he gets another eye roll.  “Otto is my son.  Mine.  And he will be treated as such, or our future children will not be in your life.  You speak another ill word about her or my son, you’re done.  I can start my own company, all those new investors, they’ll follow me.  I’m the one making the money now mother, I’d hate to see you lose your lifestyle.  This is your last warning.  Story and Otto are mine, and you will treat both of them with respect.  What I buy for them, is my business.  What I do for them is my business.  If we choose not to have anymore children, that is my business.  Do you understand?”

Lydia only nods.  Surprised that she was able to raise a son with such authority, but then again, she never stopped to realize it was Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale that raised him.  With the fury that Ransom instilled in him at an early age to protect his family.  To love a child that isn’t biologically yours the same as your own.  It’s not something that Carter ever hesitated to do.  Memories prove that he was always meant to protect Story.

“Now get out of my suite.  I’ll see you at the dinner,” spinning to gather his thoughts before he goes and finds his family, he pushes his fingers on the bridge of his nose.  Beyond pissed that he had to have this conversation before Story’s big day.  A day she has dreamed about since she was a child.

“Dad would be proud of you.  I didn’t even have to say anything,” Carter doesn’t respond.  He already feels his relationship from his blood relatives slipping away.  What little relationship there was.  It’s an exhausting thought.  A thought that nearly makes him want to crawl into Mr. Drysdale’s lap and pretend that he was his father.  “She found a good one,” he turns to look at his future wife’s true protector.  The one that always was in her corner.  “She did.  Carter, I didn’t like you.  Took me a long time to forgive you.  You hurt her more than you’ll ever know.  From an early age you hurt her, but she still believed in the fairy tale of you and her.  All those years of wishing on that stupid star paid off.”

“It wasn’t stupid to her.  It’s why I started wishing on it too.  Not for Prince Charming, but for a love like your parents.”

“You really think she was wishing for Prince Charming?” Carter cocks up an eyebrow looking at the boy he’s always considered a brother.  “You need to see the last book Grandpa was working on with her.  It was never Prince Charming, Sir Lancelot.  Now, let’s go find your son.”

Carter knows that he’ll never have the best relationship with the egg and sperm donors.  A part of him is saddened by that, but a bigger part is happy that he had two people that loved him.  Two people that were there for him in times of need.  Two people that picked him up when his parents didn’t show.  Would go to his debate team matches and listen to middle schoolers drone on.  People that invited him to every family function, treating him much like their own.  It’s the Drysdale’s and Mr. Thrombey that made him the man he is today.  A man that is sure he doesn’t deserve Story, but if he’s the person she’s choosing, then he’s there.  

Peaking around the door is one of his favorite faces, the second one right behind him.  Still giving him that cherub faced smile, while the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on follows behind.  The two of them walking over to hold him in the most warm embrace.  Story pressing gentle kisses all over his face, knowing that her love melts away the disdain his parents have for him.  While Otto grips tightly to one of his legs.  “You’re my daddy.”

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Regarding “Happy Birthday, Princess”: You are too good to me!!!! And all of us.

Oh you like Story and Carter, huh?  Listen, I shouldn't play favorites, but I can't lie, Story is one of my favorites to write for, because there is this innocence about her, but she loves love so much!  She wants a love like her parents.  She was the only child that got to sleep in the bed with her parents.  So how about a sweet little moment between her and Carter.

Alright, Woman

Summary:  Carter stays with Story at the estate

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating:  Fluff

Warnings:  None, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  954

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Carter’s fingers run down Story’s arm, and she holds herself closer to his chest.  Getting chills with every pass over her skin he makes.  “I shouldn’t do this.”

“Do what?” she asks, leaning back on her elbow so she can look at him.  A face she has memorized since she was a kid, and now she’s in the bed with him.

“This, whatever it is we’re doing.”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“You know what I mean.  You’re...untouchable,” she rolls her eyes, attempting to lay back on his chest, but he catches her chin with his hand.  “You are and you know it.  Daddy’s little princess.  I don’t regret being in this bed with you.”

“Do you know why my dad and I are so close?  Even my mom?”

“Why?”

“Because of my birth, and after Anders, they let me sleep with them.  When I got older it wasn’t every night.  It was just when I needed something real,” Carter cocks up his eyebrow, and she giggles.  “Their love.  It’s real.  I know they’re obnoxious, and he’s so ‘I’ll kill him,’ and mom is always, ‘Captain, let’s jump on the bed,’ but I got to see them.”

“They didn’t want you kids in there so they could jump on the bed,” his thumb roams over her face, before his hand completely covers it up, and she jerks back to get it off of her.

“I’m serious.  I’d knock on the door, and sometimes it took a minute, but they would always tell me to come in.  And I'd crawl in between them.  They would think I was asleep as they did their little whispers of things they wanted to do, things they did do, or just stupid stuff.  They gave each other these sweet little kisses.  But you know what the best part was?”

“What’s that?”

“They always sought the other out.  Even in their sleep.  Mom usually would hold me, and I would wrap my fingers around dad’s ring finger, but they could be fast asleep, and if they weren’t touching each other, they were looking for the other.  I want that.  I know people think that their love is just this red ball of fire, but it’s not.  It’s warm and cozy, and tender.  That’s what I want.”

Carter stares at that white rose that dangles off Story’s neck, “You’ll find your Prince Charming.”

“Right,” she turns away from him.  “You say the best things, but I was hoping you would say that I would find my knight.”

“You referring to me?” she shrugs at him.  “I think you’re referring to me,” he pushes her over on her back, and boxes her in with his arms.  “You’re so beautiful.  I know that’s not all, but you know, I’ve always found you special.”

“I know.  I think that’s why I crushed on you so hard.”

“Really?” he playfully asks running his nose up her cheek.

“Carter, I stood you under the mistletoe and told you it was a weed and the cure was kissing.  You know I had a crush on you.”

“You were eight.”

“And?  What about you?” he only shrugs, continuing to gaze down at her, “Any stories about true love?”  he gives her a single kiss before rolling back off her.  

“A few.  They’re all your parents.  You know, your dad, even though he terrifies me, and in the position I’m in right now, that really scares me, but he’s like my hero.  I have always wanted to be him.  Pretty wife, nice cars, beautiful house, adorable kids.  And your mom, she’s just so kind.  She wants you guys to make mistakes, without getting too hurt.”

“They’re good ones.”

“They kept me alive,” Story gives him an odd look tilting her head.  “Most people that grow up with money don’t grow up like you did.  Why do you think I was always over at your house.”

“Aster.”

“Not really.  I wanted someone who cared about me, and would put me first.  There was one time, I was young, I think you were a baby.  Pretty sure your dad was trying to jump on the bed with your mom.  She was on the counter, and he was pressed in between her legs, his head tilting back, and her arms were draped around him, and they were just kissing.  Not making out, but kissing, and they heard me get string cheese or something,” Story giggles at him.  “I told them that we weren’t allowed on the counter or something stupid.  And that my parents didn’t look at each like that.  Told your dad he should let her sit at the table, and he winked at her and said she had.”

“That is parent talk for...”

“I know now what he was referring to.  Your dad picked me up to sit me on the counter and your mom opened that string cheese, she messed up my hair, and kissed on top of my head, and gave me a hug.  I didn’t get that.  And you guys, you always grew up with hugs, and seeing your parents in love,” Story leans up, and goes to straddle Carter.  “I really wish you wouldn’t do that.  I told you not tonight.”

“No, I want you to listen.  My mom had a marriage that you’re describing.  She took a risk with dad.  That’s why they’re like that.  They don’t take their love for granted.”

“And you think there’s more than those two that can love each other like that?”

“I do,” Story sighs and gets off Carter, “It’s work.  They’re not perfect, they still fight, but if Ransom Drysdale can go soft for a woman, any man can.  With the right woman.”

“Alright woman, go to sleep.”

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Just Had To Ask

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Summary:  Carter reads Harlan’s journal

Pairings:  Carter X Story

Rating:  😩😭

Warnings:  sweet heartbreak, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.6K

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Carter takes a long look at the skeleton key, remembering a time when a tiny little Story carried a ring of these around, trying to find someone to be the keeper of the keys.  With a look at his sleeping girlfriend, their son curled up tight next to her, he leaves a note on where she can find him, should she wake up.  Carter gathers the few things that he needs and walks up to Harlan’s study.  

He looks around the old and cramped room, not much has changed.  He didn’t come up here too often, but the times he was, Harlan was ever the quiet and soft man he was to everyone.  Always watching and observing him as a boy.  He swipes his finger over the desk, noticing how there’s no dust in here.  Someone comes up here often to clean.  It’s the one room at the estate that has never changed, and it brings back a rush of nostalgia for him.

He lays the contents on top of the go board before roaming around the small space.  First edition books, incomplete works of Harlan’s, and even a few professionally bound books of Story’s work when she was a child, since illustrated by Lucy.  He flips through these small books, much more childlike than the few she’s actually published.

The Ballad of Story Drysdale in written form, and always in every book, Sir Lancelot, along with the King Dowager, that last book ending with his death.  He sets the books down, and walks back over to Harlan’s chair.  His right armrest still indented where Story always sat as a child.  Carter wonders why Ransom would have told him to come up here.  It’s all overwhelming and a shock to his system the amount of times she must have spent up here.

He gives the room a final look through, and spots a bit of pink.  Walking over to the overcrowded book shelf he spots a tiny pair of pointe shoes, along with a picture of Harlan at Story’s first recital in pointe, the one picture that Story wasn’t actually looking at Carter, but at Harlan.

He takes a deep breath before grabbing up the envelope.  Ransom had offered very little information, and he was curious.  Opening up the stiff paper, he pulls out a stack of photos.  All taken while Story was pregnant with Otto.  The first few just barely a glimpse of her bump, but as the photos move on in her pregnancy they began to get a bit more risqué, but the smile in her face had faded.  But when the photos turn completely nude, he shoves them back in the envelope.

It’s not the fact that he hasn’t seen Story naked.  It’s the fact that these photos weren’t for him.  She looked unhappy in the photos, even though she was beyond beautiful.  He saw the small nuances in her face.  She was stunning, but he’ll give them over to her, and let Story decide what to do with them.

He stares at that leather bound notebook for far too long before opening it up to see the artful script of Harlan.  Even in writing he made sure it had flare. 

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Story tells me her desires nearly daily now.  Dancing around this small space as she tells me her stories.  Almost singing a tune, the true Ballad of Story Drysdale.  After a moment of dancing she always collapses in my lap, and asks me what she thinks life holds for her.

I know her wish to be with that boy, romanticizing even what their first kiss will be like.  If there’s anything to note about that little one, is that she does not stop until she gets what she wants.  She’s a charming little thing, with drive and determination.  The age gap will for sure set things back longer than she would want, but I have no doubt that Story has made up her mind on a Mr. Baizen.

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Story came back from vacation distraught.  She informed me of the breech in the castle and it was one of the Gemini twins fault.  Used her sorcery to distract Sir Lancelot to where he couldn’t defend the castle anymore.  I always assumed that the castle was in fact the estate itself, but now I’m beginning to wonder if Story is using it as a metaphor to her heart.

It’s no secret that Aster and Carter are suited in age at the present, but Aster does not have those desires towards him.  And I’m not so sure those desires are from Carter either.  The few times that I have got to meet his vile parents, his mother always seems to be pushing him right to Aster, and each time my other granddaughter suffers for it.

I can only imagine that something between Aster and Carter happened on this vacation, and whether Story saw it or felt the change in them, I don’t know.  She was almost inconsolable when she crawled into my lap.  Using her story as a way to convey her heartbreak.  Much like her ballet, her movements tell her pain or her love.  In this case the castle walls were crumbled down, and it broke her heart.

Even when you try to explain to Story that both Carter and Aster are young and no doubt would never last, she corrects you.  Explaining that Sir Lancelot is in love with Guinevere, not a Gemini Twin named Morgana.  My child believes her sister now to be an evil sorceress, and that is the only way she can cope with what’s happening between them.  

With those big round eyes she just tilted her head and told me, that Sir Lancelot always finds his way back to Guinevere.  And while it is true in Arthurian Legend, those two were always meant to be together.  Lets just hope neither my granddaughter or Carter meet the same demise, should things not pan out. 

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I have taken upon myself to watch the interactions between the two.  See if maybe she’s making things up that aren’t actually there, and she is not.  While Carter is very much a follower when it comes to Aster, Story is the one that has actually captivated the boy.  Aster holds a determination to change the world around her, while Story’s determined to make her world beautiful and magical.

Two very different creatures.  It’s odd to watch the boy.  He goes from being good friends with Aster, to watching Story dance and sing around.  Sitting with her for over an hour and just listening and adding to her story.  As if he was never granted the life of imagination.  If his parents are anything like my daughter and her husband he didn’t.

He even brings my granddaughter gifts.  Usually in the form of a rose, her namesake.  One gift she talks about constantly.  Letting me know that one day Carter will have it again.  Whispering to me that he has always had her heart.  

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Carter takes a deep breath and looks away from the journal.  Dated to when Story would have been twelve.  He remembers the day that he couldn’t quit watching Story.  His first year in college and he went to spend some time with the Drysdale’s and even older Story was whimsical.  At this time she was even practicing her dance routine.  Even that was beautiful to Carter.

Watching her slowly twirl, and tell a story through her movements.  Whether there was music or not.  It was one of the few times that Story had a calm beauty about her.  He’s struggling to look back into this journal, knowing that it’s coming to the end of Harlan’s life.

While he knew that Story always had a crush on him, he wasn’t aware of how much deeper it ran than that.  She always truly believed that the two of them would be together.  Whatever it was that made her feel so sure of this, or why she was always so enchanted by him, he’s unsure.  She always had that ability to listen to what he wanted, and encouraged him to seek his own path.

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I know my timing is drawing near.  I’ve kept these journals to help me remember things.  And this one is specifically for you Princess Story book, no doubt that you and a pink nightgown will find your way up into this small room of mine.  You’re going to sit in my chair, and read these journals.  You’ll read our manuscripts and you’ll refuse to publish them, even though you could, but they’ll be too personal for you.  They are yours to do with them what you will my beautiful swan.

Story I hope that when you read this you are reminded of how unapologetically animated and full of wonder you are.  While your brother looks just like your father, you remind me so much of him in so many ways.  Unlike you, Ransom was not given the opportunity to let his imagination soar.  I know you won’t believe it, but he could have been filled with stories, like your head is.  He has made sure that you had every opportunity to stay innocent and free.

Him and your mother have nurtured your whimsical nature, as they have your siblings in different areas.  You my dear child will do amazing things.  Don’t lose yourself to the stars.  Don’t force something to happen, in time your path will be made clear.  Believe in your dreams.

I have no doubt that you will take my passing the hardest.  You and I have always shared this special bond from the moment your mother tearfully put you in my arms.  She stood over me, worried that something might happen to you, and when you made a sweet sound up at me, I’ve never seen her look more relieved.  For the first time since they brought you home, I saw her face finally relax.  Saw her reach for your siblings and hold tightly to them.

It’s not your fault how you were brought into this world.  Nor is it your mother’s fault for holding so tightly to you.  Slowly, she came back to us, just how your Sir Lancelot will come back to you.  Throughout these years, I have watched that boy.  His fascination for you has never waned, although his age gap is keeping his love for you different than you desire.

My sweet child, tears are going to happen.  It’s okay, not to be okay.  Tears just mean you’re alive, and you have a heart, and you beautiful girl have such a big heart.  You feel differently than other people.  Don’t always focus on the prize you want, focus on your journey.  I know you won’t listen to me, because you’re a dramatic and stubborn Drysdale, but I wish you would.  

Never forget to be who you are, Story.  You’re brave, strong, romantic, creative, full of laughter and love, and you believe that true love can conquer all.  I’m not going to say that Carter is the one that you’re going to marry, but if he is, he’s going to be the luckiest man in the world.  How many other men can say that their wife has loved them their whole life?  

You have unapologetically been in love with him for as long as he’s been in your life.  This constant pull to him that everyone has always tried to pull you away from, but some bonds aren’t meant to be broken.  Some bonds can flourish and be made stronger.  My wish for you, Story, is that you learn to love the season that you’re in.  Don’t put all your focus on Carter, because people will let you down.  They’ll break your heart, and I fear that should he break your heart you’re likely to crash and burn.  I love you Princess Story Book, and I hope that you find your happily ever after.  

-With Love and Devotion, your dearest Grandfather, Harlan

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Carter’s eyes glance over the worn pages, the smudged marks on the letter specifically to Story.  It almost feels like a violation to her to be reading it.  But every part of it, all of it could have been avoided.  Aster was right, he should have waited until Story was older.  Should have been the adult and stepped away until the time was right.

“Carter, what’re you doing?” Story asks peaking her head through the small door.  “Oh,” her face falls when she sees the journal in his hands.  “Is that mine or yours?”

“Yours.”

Story moves around awkwardly, unsure of what to say before she goes over to Carter.  Pulling the journal out of his hands, before she crawls into his lap.  “I shouldn’t have read it.  Your dad...”

“It’s fine.  I don’t want us to have any secrets from each other.  I always hoped that...I want you to read yours at a very specific time.”

The two of them stare at one another for a moment, Carter extremely overwhelmed, but he’s not stopping on his mission.  He reaches in his pocket, and pulls out the necklace, holding it in front of Story, and she just smiles with tears in her eyes.  “Do you want it back?”

“It’s yours, Carter.  It always has been.  Always will be.  I know that people think I’m crazy for having a crush on you my whole life, and maybe I am.  But here we are.  We’re creating a beautiful life together, and I regret nothing between us.  We had a journey, and while some of it was so ugly, there’s parts that are so beautiful that it makes me want to cry.  I wouldn’t change anything about our first times together.  They were fun and magical, and everything I had ever dreamed of, I hated that they ended too soon.  I hated the ugly that came after that, but we found our way back together, and I think this time it’s better than the last.  We know what it’s like to live without each other.  Know how mentally soul crushing it was, but the physical pain that came with it.”

She looks over his face for a moment.  Her finger traces every outline of his features.  His eyebrows, nose, hard jawline, his lips, before she takes a deep breath.  Whispering, “Carter will you marry me?” he lets out a soft laugh, but Story repeats herself, “Sir Lancelot, marry me.  Make me your queen.”

Reaching into his other pocket he pulls out the little box that he has had for the last six years.  Story gasps when he opens the box, “Princess, will you marry me?”

“Yesyesyes, a million times yes,” her perfect face gets painted with her tears, when he removes the ring to slide over her dainty little finger.  Looking perfect just like he knew it would.  “Carter...”

“Story there is nothing in the world that I love quite like I love you and Otto.  You are the dream I never even knew I had.  I always wanted a love like your parents.  Crazy in love, but there was also this calm, sweet, passionate side.  I have that with you.  I don’t want to wait.  But my god, do you deserve the most perfect fairy tale wedding that there ever was.  I want to give you the world.”

“Start by giving me a kiss,” holding onto her chin Carter softly slots his lips against hers, “I love you Carter Rory Baizen.”

“And I love you Story Rose Drysdale.”

“Oh my gosh, you’re going to get to call me Story Baizen soon,” she giggles still with tears falling all down her face, and that’s when it hits Carter.  He’s finally going to get to call her his.  Officially and with her father’s approval.  His very own princess to call his own.  “It’s always been yours, Carter.  You just had to ask.”

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I could read Carter Baizen all day… but only how you write him.

Because Carter Rory Baizen is mostly a calm and loving husband and father. He can go a bit dark to protect his Story book, but "she never knows". If you think for one moment that Story isn't aware of what Carter has done for her, you'd be wrong, but she does let her husband think that. Carter is such an interesting character that can be flawed, but he loves what he has, and I'm not talking about the money. This man LOVES his family! Had him and Story not have their journey, they would be very different spouses. They cherish and appreciate each other so much.

This idea came from @tis-thedamn-season, she wanted to see a date/moment when Story fully let her walls down, and her and Carter became the couple that we know and love. Carter was extremely patient with Story. But...he did know so much that Dayton did in their relationship, and you guys...I haven't even got to their wedding event (because it is a multiple day event, and it's full of so many emotions BEFORE the wedding). I love this Carter so much.

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Macarons

Summary: Carter takes Story on their first official date

Pairings: Carter X Story

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: mentions of PPD and PTSD, vague mentions of Dayton’s abuse, Carter being a touch starved sweet boy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

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“Ransom…Mr. Drysdale, sir,” Carter stutters standing outside Ransom’s office, holding a chunky Otto who gives his Papa a big giggle.

“I’ve told you Carter,” Ransom responds walking over to the younger man, and he reaches for the giggly baby. “I think you’ve earned the right to call me Ransom. So what do I owe the pleasure of having my daughters two favorite boys?”

“Well…I uh.”

“Come sit down,” Ransom offers a chair before he walks behind his desk. “What are you trying to say.”

“It’s awkward, now that I think about it. But…she let me touch her.”

Ransom stares at the young man who climbed up his daughter’s window, and has never left the estate since. “She always has let you touch her. You two sleep in the same bed. I’m not following.”

“No…more intimately,” without warning a growl moves up Ransom’s throat and he quickly apologizes. “It wasn’t serious but…I love Story. I’m in love with her. And the happiest I have ever been was when we were dating. We did simple things like going to a farmer’s market or a drive. It was just us. And laughter and happiness. I want that. I don’t…I’m gonna marry her. And I want more kids with her, if she wants that, and well…babies need, they’re made…well you know. And I don’t want to skip the good parts.”

“What the hell are you babbling about Carter?”

“I don’t want to just have sex with Story. I want the dating phase back. But this time it won’t be a secret from you. I’ve rented out the aquarium for a few hours tomorrow night. There won’t be anyone there but she’ll get to have some normalcy. Her safety and comfortability is my priority. But I want your blessing. The one I should have asked for years ago. Please.”

“You’re taking my daughter on a date, and you’re being so formal,” Carter shrugs and gives a smile to his son who gurgles out nonsense, smacking at the desk.

“I appreciate this. And everything you’ve done for Story. Her whole life. I don’t think you’ll ever understand what it means to me. I know that it’s been difficult for you guys. She’s dealing with PPD, and some minor PTSD, and just overall a lot of mental anguish. You are patient and steady with her and I know it must be difficult. You’re being what I couldn’t for her mom. I want you to quit walking around on eggshells with me though. I approve of you. So yes, you may take your future wife on a date. And I will watch this handsome boy.”

“Thank you Ransom.”

“Next time don’t bring the baby as a bribing tool.”

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A lot of discomfort came from Story with leaving Otto. Her bright round eyes glossy with tears as she goes through Otto’s schedule. “I left plenty of breast milk in the fridge. Do not micro…”

“You don’t microwave the bag. You microwave the water and let the milk sit in it. I know. Me and your mother raised five kids.”

Her lips pepper kisses all over Otto’s face and she looks worried back to her dad. “What Story book?”

“What if…it’s been awhile since she’s asked to see him, but…”

“Do not worry about Jody. We’ve got a great alarm system. And by the agreement she does not have to know where you, Carter, or Otto is. And you can always check in. He’ll be fine. Even Bladey and Harry are here somewhere. Enjoy your date.”

She steps up to her dad, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “You look beautiful baby. He’s a lucky man to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Story sighs walking over to Carter who is the next to give all the love to their son.

“You keep Mimi and Papa safe, and I’ll keep your mama safe,” Otto giggles and blows bubbles up at his dad. A tiny little reach of his hand, and Carter holds out his finger for Otto to grab.

Taking a deep breath, he kisses on the baby’s forehead, turning to walk away, hand on the small of Story’s back as they go outside. Her eyes stay on the estate as long as possible when Carter finally speaks, “At any point we can go back. We’ll just bring him with us.”

Story releases a pitiful laugh and turns to look at Carter, “I want to do this for us. It is hard, to leave him. I don’t even like watching him through a monitor when…”

“Princess, let’s not talk about that. I don’t want you to get upset. He’s doing great. Crawling, pulling up,” Story over exaggerates a pout looking at him. “I know. Our baby, he’s growing so fast. Saying mama and even dada,” fluttering her eyes closed at the sound of our baby, Carter grabs up her hand to give her knuckles a gentle kiss.

The two falling into a comfortable silence, until a song on the radio has Story softly singing to Carter. When it’s finished they just talk about Otto, before Story stops, “We’re those parents,” she shakes her head laughing. “We’ve gotta get out more. Our conversations should not only revolve around our son.”

“I saw you brainstorming on a new book,” they talk about the story a moment before she’s asking him about his work. Moving on to the topic of movies, music, and everything in between. Conversing about their childhood and funny things that happened.

Upon the arrival to the aquarium, Carter runs to open Story’s door, and they enjoy a nice time with the marine life. The two of them constantly looking at the other instead of the tanks in front of them. Story loving how blue Carter’s eyes look in the lighting, while Carter can’t remember a time when she was more beautiful.

A soft smile always on her face, and when they’re not touching, her hand is always in search of his. More than once she leans over to rest her head on his shoulder. Even sliding her hand up his front, and either resting on his heart or his shoulder. Times like these, he can’t even keep his eyes open to view exhibit.

He had become completely unaware of how much he missed her soft touches. Even the way her perfume lingered on him after she removed her hands. He would never change what he was doing because Story has needed him more as a friend than a lover. But he missed her.

“Carter?” he opens his eyes, and realizes she’s staring right at him. “Carter, what’s wrong? Did…did I do something wrong? You’re crying.”

“Honey, no,” he hadn’t even realized he had been crying. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Gathering her hands he walks her over to the bench. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’m right here.”

“No,” his eyes look all over her face, and he cups her cheek. “This you. The one that made me believe in love. The one that isn’t afraid of touching me, and I’ve missed it so much. But you’ve needed me in a different way.”

“But,” now her eyes are the ones with tears. Looking down from Carter’s usual stoic face, to his hand that’s refusing to touch her. She grabs his free hand, placing it on her leg. “You needed me too.”

“Not like you needed me. Story…I know. I know how Dayton was to you.”

She gives him a pained laugh, and looks back to the tank watching the fish. “I know. That man that came to his house. He used my phone to call you. I’m not broken. I’m not breaking. I’m healing. But,” she gulps and looks back at him. “It hurt you, too.”

“It was happening to you.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Yes, it hurt me. It scared me. It pissed me off. He didn’t deserve you or Otto. He…I’m not sad about him dying and that scares and liberates me. He can never hurt you again. He took so much from you. Your body language was all over the place with him. And you’ve always been so comfortable with me, and I didn’t know what to do. I was just there waiting on you to tell me,” she laughs through her tears. Knowing all along that Carter would always be there for her.

“Story, this isn’t funny.”

“I know. I’m laughing because I was waiting on you to just hold me like you’ve always done. I’ve always felt safe and like the most important person in the world with you. You would never do the things he did. Or say the things he said. He just…he kept getting worse. And I didn’t know how to get out. How to tell someone that I was scared and living a lie. But you knew. You sent that man.”

“That’s not all I…”

“I love you. And we’re going to put it in the past. Let it live there and let us live now. You wanna have dinner here?”

Smiling he nods, setting up there little picnic. Going back to a less intense conversation. Even Story leans over towards him. Slotting her lips against his. Her body on auto pilot, it begins crawling closer, straddling him. She pulls up his hands to place on her body, and he starts kissing down the column of her neck. With one roll of her hips, she pushes back, and Carter immediately stops.

“We haven’t had dessert. The macarons look good,” picking up one, she places it in her mouth, and sighs. “Almost tastes like they came from Paris.”

He smiles up at her, loving her even more. “We should go. Just you, me, and our son.”

“To get macarons?”

“Well,” he can’t help but chuckle at her, even kissing her nose. “Why else do you go to Paris? We gotta go just for macarons. Let’s get Otto a passport just to make the most expensive dessert run in the world. Even though there’s a few Laudrée’s in New York.”

“We could see some other things. I’d love to hear you speak French again.”

“It’s broken French at best.”

“It’s beautiful. Just like you. Carter, can we go to hotel for a bit before going home?”

“As you wish.”

“No…can we just make out in the car? Or try…more intimate kissing?”

Carter gazes at the only woman he has ever truly loved. Her beauty beyond compare. But the thing that always surprised him, was just how strong she truly was. “If it gets too much, just tell me you’re ready to go to Paris and get macarons.”

“How about just macarons?”

“That works, too.”

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We Can Try

Summary:  you have to talk to Carter about why Story is getting UTIs

Pairings:  Carter X Story

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, PIV sex, bathroom sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of cum marking, mentions of UTI, depictions of postpartum anxiety, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Story knew when she was ready to move hers and Carter’s relationship back on track. She was slowly giving him more and more of her. Allowing him to see her naked, taking showers with him but now kisses would linger. Would change in front of him, and not feel so exposed.

Everyday there was another part of her wall that came down, and one morning, she woke up with his arms holding her tightly, while her one hand rested in Otto’s bassinet. Otto’s hand gripped around her finger, and she could feel Carter’s morning hard on. She wiggles her ass on him a bit, and his eyes jerk open, “Story,” his voice whispers out, his face burying deeper in her hair. “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” she turns back to look at him, and he gives her a crooked little grin. “Maybe, mom and dad would want to sleep with him tonight?” she pouts at the thought of her son not being next to her. Still having those feelings that someone is going to take him from her. She looks at the clock, and at her sleeping boy, he had the best sleeping patterns, and she knows he’s going to be out for a bit longer.  

Story's hand drifts in between them, and she rubs her hand over Carter's bulge.  He leans forward enough to kiss along her jaw, "Bathroom," she whispers, waiting for him to crawl off the bed, and she gives her boy a final look, before locking her bedroom door.  Walking into the bathroom, she slowly slides off her panties bouncing onto the counter, and her legs wrap around Carter to bring him closer.  "We don't have to do this," he reminds her.

"I want to," Story's fingers move his boxers down, and she grips tightly to his cock, lining him up, and her other hand snakes up his chest.  Using her legs, to push him into her wet heat.  As soon as Carter bottoms out, the both of them sigh.  Lips and teeth gnash together, her voice whimpering out a sweet but desperate "I love you."

"I'm in love with you Story Drysdale."

“Please Carter," he pulls himself completely out, staring at her spread cunt, before slamming himself back in.  Not liking him being away from her body, her arms, pull him tight to her, while Carter fucks into her.  The two of them whispering out the softest mewls, so not to wake their sleeping baby, but feeling so full and content for the first time in years.  Everything had led them to this moment.  

Their lust filled eyes know that this is it.  They were it, and they were never going to be apart ever again.  Both of them completely satisfied with this knowledge, because it's all they've ever wanted.  It just took Carter longer to realize it.  His thumb rubs tight little circles on her clit, and he begs for her to cum.  "Come on, honey.  Just for me.  Do it just...there ya go, clenching me so tight.  Fucking hell, yes, baby," his hips stutter when her walls clench down tight around him.  Milking him, and he crashes his lips to her, quickly peppering hard kisses against them.  "That was..."

"Worth the wait," she opens her eyes to look at him through her lashes.  "Everyday, Carter.  I need you every day, all day."

"We've got a son."

"I know.  I still want this.  Want us," he pulls out of her, stealing a glance at her leaking cunt.

"You wanna do what we did when we were younger?" Story smirks up at him.  "I'm going to put your panties back on, and you are going to walk around with my seed leaking out of you, okay princess?"

"Yes, daddy."

"God, you're so bad," assisting her in putting her underwear back on, he lets her slide off the counter, pulling them flush to her mound, and he gives it a little tap.  

Carter and Story had a bit of a bad habit of doing this.  No one had ever told Story how important it was to relieve herself after sex.  With a string of UTIs back to back and lots of antibiotics, you corner Carter one night before he takes a couple of water bottles upstairs.  "Carter, I need to speak with you."

He stops in his tracks staring at you owlishly.  "I'm assuming things are going well with you and Story?" he gives you a nod and smiles.  "And you're um...jumping on the bed again?" he chokes out a cough, and his smile fades, while he stares at the floor.  "You sleep in the same bed, it was bound to happen."

"Could we not mention this to Mr. Drysdale?"

"He doesn't hate you.  He hates thinking about you with his daughter in that way, but the reason why I'm talking about this...well, Story's been having a lot of UTIs."

"Yeah, the pregnancy."

You shake your head at him, handing him another round of antibiotics.  "No, I get this feeling that um...well I wash her clothes sometimes, and...Carter you gotta quit asking her to hold it in."

"Oh my god.  She's got an IUD."

"I know, but get her to pee before and after sex.  Keep the kitty cat cleaned out.  What you're doing is sexy every now and then, but keep it at a minimum.  Messes up with the pH levels, and...pee before and after jumping on the bed.  Even if you gotta make her.  Pee," Carter gives you a thumbs up and starts to turn to walk away.  "Please tell me that Otto isn't around."

"We're in the bathroom," Carter is beyond uncomfortable, but thankful that it's you he's having this conversation with, and not Mr. Drysdale.  

"Maybe, we all should try and help her get him in his room?  I'm open to suggestions.  But I think it'd be best to be jumping on the bed not always in the bathroom.  Just a thought."

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"Story, pee," Carter laughs at her as he tries to drag her to the bathroom.  "Your mom said you had to pee."

"Then leave."

"I want to make sure you do it.  Go pee," she laughs up at him shaking her head.  "I will carry you in that damn bathroom and force you to sit on the toilet.  Go.  Pee."

"You wouldn't," Carter lifts her body up, and walks her into that pink bathroom, thankfully she's still mostly naked, because as soon as he places her down, "Get out of here!" she laughs at him, unable to hold it in anymore.

"I know you pee, princess."

"Doesn't mean I want you to see me do it."

"I don't like seeing you with UTIs all the time.  So, once a month, that's it.  Unless we're trying to have a baby, you only get my cum once a month," Story pouts up at him, sticking her lip out.  "No.  Once a month."

"I like the way it feels though.  Just to have you with me all day."

"Stop that."

"But Carter!"

"Story, stop that pouting.  You make me want to give it to you, but once a month," crossing her arms over her chest, she bites at her lip.  "Stop that.  I'll rub my cum on your face, and you can walk around all day with it there."

"That's an option?" Story smirks up him, and he knows he's failing at having a firm hand with her.

"It is, but don't get too damn excited about me marking you with my cum.  Once a month, you will pee before and after, and we need to find somewhere else to jump on the bed.  I love bath sex with you, and bathroom sex, but it's an occasional thing."

"You think it's time to put him in his room?"

"I think you need to be comfortable with where our son is.  If you're not ready for him to leave..."

"We can try.  I'd like to have moments with just me and you.  It's healthy to have our special moments.  We'll need to get a video monitor though."

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Now that Carter knows about their sweet princess… can we see them telling the boys they’re getting a little sister? Are they going to be excited or divided on whether a girl is a good thing?!

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We know that Carter and Story are beyond thrilled that baby number six is a girl, although they don't seemed too convinced about this being their last one though.

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Enough!

Summary:  Story and Carter are having a GIRL

Pairings:  Carter X Story, Otto/Zephyr/Archer/Brooks/Raiden

Rating:  Floof monsters are everywhere

Warnings: cuteness, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  700

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Story sits calmly staring at her handsome sons ready to tell them the big surprise, but Carter is literally buzzing.  His legs shake up and down, and even the hand that holds tightly to hers is all sweaty.  A container of cupcakes sitting in front of them, and Raiden and Zephyr are nearly foaming at the mouth.

“What is this?” Otto asks looking at both of them.

“Cupcakes,” Story answers matter-of-factly.  He narrows his eyes at the both of them.  

“You you have nevew done this befowe.  Thewe’s cupcakes in the wiving woom,” Zephyr elbows his brother, and shushes him quickly.  “I’m just saying this is weiwd.”

“Why don’t you eat a cupcake,” Carter says calmly, still clinging to Story.  All the boys but Otto and Archer grab a cupcake, and Raiden messily starts eating the frosting off his.  “Is something wrong?”

“Why cupcakes?” Archer asks ready to jump onto the couch beside his mom.  

“Baby, just bite into one,” Story coos softly.

“Pink!” Brooks shouts when he makes it to the middle.  “Right der, pink!”

Otto looks up at Carter, tears already forming in his eyes.  Almost like they’re having a silent conversation, Carter gives a head nod.  Forgoing the cupcake Otto walks over to crawl into Carter’s lap.  “Mama?” Archie looks at Story next.  “Are you going to keep us?”

Jumping off of her seat, she walks over to where her other four boys remain and grabs ahold of her mama’s boy.  “Yes baby.  Every single one of you were wanted, and that’s never going to change.  Your dad and I have wanted a girl yes, but I couldn’t imagine not having each and every single one of my boys.  Our little princes.”

“Wait,” Zephyr says with pink frosting smeared on his cheeks.  He was always a messy eater.  “This pink stuff, that means there’s a girl in your belly?  Like a real live girl?” 

“Yes, Z,” Carter smooshes his lips up against Otto’s head, when Brooks give him the biggest smile.  “Mommy’s having a girl, Brookie!  Rai man, you know what that means?”

“Foxy.”

“Nope, you’re going to have a real baby sister.”

“Foxy sissy!” Raiden growls out.  “Foxy my sissy.”

“Foxley is your cousin, dufus,” Zephyr adds in.

“Nope, no name calling, Z.  Apologize to your brother,” Story only changes her face slightly before Zephyr apologizes quickly.  “He’s still a baby.  Do you guys have any questions?”

“Are you done?” Otto asks with a sly smile.  “Because I think one girw with aww us boys is not fair.  Right, Daddy?”

“Did he put you up to that?” Story laughs at him, and Otto only shakes his head no.  “I think your dad put you up to this.  You don’t think six kids is enough?”

“Will you forget about me?” Archie turns his head to the side and gives a cute wink to Story who shakes her head no.  “Do we still get to get in your bed?”

“Boys,” Carter starts “Have you ever seen a bed bigger than mine or your moms?” they all shake their head no.  “Do you know why?” 

“Seep in da bed!” Raiden screams, throwing his head back before falling over on Brooks, who pushes the younger boy in the floor.  If he wasn’t hysterically laughing Story would worry he was hurt.  You can’t hurt that kid.

“That’s right, we got the biggest bed you can have, so when you want to sleep in our bed, you can.”

“Then fill it up,” Zephyr responds dully, like this was the most obvious answer.  “I’ll just sleep closer to mom.”

“I sleep close to mom!” Archer shouts.

“You sleep on mom!  Z sleeps on the right side and Buttercup or me sleep on the left side,” Brooks answers.  “Unless Daddy’s gone, then I sleep with Otto.”

“Seep in da bed!” Raiden cackles from the floor.

“They’re gone, honey,” Carter laughs at Story.  He stands up to lean over in front of her.

“I know,” cupping his cheek, she pulls him in for a sweet lingering kiss, causing a few gagging noises, and even laughing.  

“We gotta tell your parents.”

“Do we have to?” 

“One of the boys will if we don’t.”

“Let them, my King,” Story gives him another kiss, leaving Archer to push his dad back from her.

“Enough!  Do that when you have alone time.”

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I just need some Story / Carter fluff. Maybe when they brought Otto home bc let’s be honest, it was them bringing them not just Story taking her baby home. Or just any cute fluff when the babies are tiny.

I love fluff with these two! And yes, from the moment Carter climbed up her tower for the last time, he never left. He has no intentions of leaving, he's there for the long haul, and while his name might not be on the birth certificate, Otto Ransom is his son! This is going to have a bit of angst too, just because everything that happened leading up to him going home.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

As Good A Dad

Summary:  Carter and Story with a new baby

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Story Drysdale

Rating:  Fluff

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.2K

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Story sits in the floor of Otto’s nursery, her finger just grazing over the soft skin of his cheek.  It’s like she can’t get enough of him.  Can’t close her eyes without thinking about him.  Her lips always kissing along his supple skin, while she inhales his freshness.  She can’t help but to stare at him, in awe of just how perfect he is.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Carter walks over to sit in the floor beside her.  His own eyes staring down at the second most perfect thing he’s ever seen.  “you gonna come to bed?”

“I don’t want to put him down.”

“We should get a crib or your mom has that basket thing for downstairs,” Story leans her head over on his shoulder.  “He doesn’t have to be away from us.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” with a twist of his neck he gives the top of Story’s head a kiss, making her nuzzle in tighter to him.

“The way you say it.  Us,” she releases a soft sigh, smelling Carter’s cologne mix with her little baby’s new scent.

“He’s mine,” her eyes flutter close, and she lets the tears she had been holding in roll down her cheek.  “He’s perfect because you did that.  You grew him in your belly.  I held your hand when you pushed him out, and fell in love the moment I saw his face.”

“You fell in love before then,” it’s true.  Carter wanted that baby from that first meeting.  Seeing Story opening the door, and rub along her swollen stomach, all he could think about was wanting to hold it too.  It was immediate, because he was hers.  “I don’t want him to be like his family,” her lip trembles, and Carter wraps his arm around her.  Pulling Story tight against him.  “I look at him now, and he’s perfect but...Carter I was so stupid.”

“Shh...no you weren’t.  This perfect little boy is going to be the sweetest ball of joy we’ve ever seen.  We’re going to raise him to be a gentleman, and I want him to treat women with respect.  Show him how you treat women by my actions with you.  He’s never going to be like his family.  He’s got way too much Story Drysdale in him.”

“I’m scared I won’t be a good mom.  I’ve already screwed so much up, and I want to be everything to him.”

“You are.  Just like you’re everything to me,” she gives him a little sniffle.  Kissing Otto’s forehead again, giggling a bit at his tiny little squeaks when he stretches.  “I love you Story.”

She looks over at Carter, the boy she’s always loved.  Speaking the words she has wished, prayed, and tried to write in existence, and now here he is saying them, and everyday.  And it’s the most beautiful thing she's ever heard, never getting tired hearing those words fall off his lips.  Everything about Carter is still what she remembers.  Those bright blue eyes, his cute little dimples on his cheek, and the sweet dimple on his chin.  His lips always so pouty.  His looks was only the first thing that made her fall though.

Throughout her life Carter had been there.  To him it was just him being a sweet boy, but to her, it was her entire world.  Even when Iris was with her dad, and Story needed someone to sit with her through breathing treatments, Carter would sit with her and tell her lame jokes.  He played along with her story.  Even got to the point where he would add to it.  Told her the name of the stars, would stand at her door watching her while she gazed up at her most special star, always wishing for him.  And now here he was saying those words that she had dreamed about, wrote about, wished for, and he was right there.  

“I love you, too.”

“I’ll wait as long as you need to.  I know what the doctor said, but I meant, past that.  Story, you’re everything I’ve always wanted, and I didn’t realize you were always right here.  You knew all along that you were meant for me.  I’m not going anywhere.  I’m here for you, and Otto.  I know you’re tired princess, take him in the bedroom, and I’m going to find that thing that your mom insisted that we have,” she gives him a soft kiss.  Kisses are the only thing she’s comfortable with doing, even when her body reacts to him, her mind gets in her way.

Wrapping a hand around her head, he holds her close, giving her sweet kiss after sweet kiss.  Leaning into him, she wants more.  Tickling her tongue along his lips, before he opens, granting her access, stopping only when Otto pouts, and gives a little cry.  Story whines herself, “What?”

“He’s hungry.”

“Then we need to feed me.”

“You mean, me, feed him.  It hurts,” Standing up she moves aside her nursing gown, she gives a quick wince when he attaches, before walking into her tower room.  “Don’t leave me,” Carter had noticed how needy she was during feedings.  Always wanting someone there, so he just sits on the bed with her, letting her body lean against him.  Her eyes getting heavy with sleep, but he just watches his son.

Story is fast asleep by the time Otto is finished, letting his milk drunk face pull off giving a big yawn.  He gathers the infant in his arms, cradling him, as he covers Story back up.  “Little man, I don’t think you realized how loved you are, by everyone.”

Otto’s eyes pop open, and Carter swears he’s listening to everything he says, “That’s right.  You and your mommy mean the world to me.  When she gets to feeling better, I want to build her, her very own castle.  I gotta ask your Papa first,” a cold chill runs up Otto’s spine, and he smacks his lips at Carter.  “You’ve got nothing to be worried about, you’re his first grandson, and your mom?  That’s his baby.  I’ve got some big shoes to fill.  You’re Papa is a good dad, and I only hope that I can be as good a dad to you, as he was to your mom.  Even to me.”

Carter looks over at Story, her body now completely relaxed in sleep, “I promise, I’m going to make sure you and her are taken care of.  She worries about how she’s going to be as a mom, between you and me, she’s going to be the best,” he leans forward to give him a kiss to his forehead, “Now, let’s find Mimi and Papa, and get your thingy in here.  Really need to ask her what it’s called.  You wanna go with me?” Otto, slowly blinks his eyes, letting out a toot, with a squeak from his mouth, “Son, when you get older I gotta teach you not to do that in front of your mother, okay?  Let’s go get that mini bed in here.”

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Wow!!!! I wasn’t ready and you did warn me but being hardheaded virgo I had to know and now I’m sitting like 🥲🤯🤬

Oh you're really in for it then....

Baizen Was in Love

Summary: Story spirals

Pairings: Story Drysdale X Beau Adler, Story Drysdale X Chase Collins

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Implied sex, explicit language, drug use (cocaine), smoking, fighting, implied depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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Your little bitty baby had become a shell of the bright cheerful girl she once was. Ignoring everyone's calls and texts, including Carter's. At one point even throwing her phone out the window. Every night she crawled into yours and Ransom's bed. Same position as always; one hand wrapped around Ransom's ring finger, the other arm draped over you, while she buried her face in your chest. And then one day, she snapped out of it. Acting oddly cheerful, and that night she slept in her room.

Story stares at a text message from Carter asking if they could please talk, but she ignores. Being late at night on a Friday, she crawls out her window, and goes for a drive. Finding herself at Frank Adler's house. Her eyes stare up at Beau's window, a faint light still on and she gives him a text, that he responds to quickly.

Like hundreds of times before she starts to climb up the side of the house, giving his window a little tap, "Rose petal, what're you doing here?"

"I hadn't seen you in awhile. Just wanted to chat."

"You can't stay here. My dad would kill me," he peaks out the window, and then back to her face. A glimmer of sadness flashes over her, "What's wrong?"

"Just really missing Grandpa tonight."

He looks back at his bedroom door, "You know, I'm the one that's got to work on the boat in the morning. Gotta get an early start. It's not unheard of for me to stay there."

"Frank won't come?"

"No, he usually takes Saturday's off. It's always my thing. Go on back down, I'll meet you at your car," she gives him a smile, climbing on down the side of the house, and waits in her rose gold Fiat, not a word is spoken as they drive to the docks. Beau takes her hand in his to guide her to their boat.

Once there, he gets in first, placing both hands on her hips he lifts her into the boat. Her eyes stare up at him, and he huffs out a laugh. "You look beautiful in the moonlight."

"Kiss me."

"That's not what you need petal," her hand snakes up his chest before pulling him down to her, kissing her like he hadn't before. Her returning the kiss more desperately than she ever has. He pulls her into cabin, and her hands start pulling off his clothes. Beau losing all control returns the gesture. Closing the door with a loud bang.

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Story lays her head on Beau's bare chest. It wasn't the same as with Carter. Beau was all smiles, and thanking her that they could be each other's first. Story just responds with a soft you're welcome. Closing her eyes she envisions that it's Carter that she's laying on. The dark smokey smell of his cologne wafting off of him. But she can't convince herself. It's just Beau, and now she feels worse.

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Frank walks out to the garage, and spots the part that Beau was needing for the boat. Seeing his truck still out on the driveway, he walks back to his bedroom, confused when he can't find him. Figuring he had gotten a ride to the docks, he grabs the part to take to him, so he doesn't have to stop in the middle of the day.

As Frank walks on the dock, he's even more confused. No one outside of the boat, again he figures that Beau is with friends, maybe eating a late breakfast. He sends a text to his son that he'll leave the part in the cabin, before he opens the door. Story yelps, and leans over on Beau. "Uh..." Frank starts unable to think of anything to say. Story facing away from Frank, praying he doesn't realize who she is. Beau tries to bring the sheets up over her body.

"Dad! Seriously?"

"I'm sorry. I'll...I'll just be...yeah," he walks outside embarrassed, and a bit proud of his shy son. Wondering just how close he needs to be, but also wants to make sure his son was safe.

Story finally looks down at Beau, his freckles scattering across his face gives him such a boyish quality and she genuinely smiles at him. "I'm sorry," he begins. "Do you...I understand if you don't."

She rolls her hips over him, "Is that what you mean?"

"Yeah," he pants.

"Didn't ruin the moment?"

"Not enough."

Frank awkwardly waits on the dock chewing a piece of straw, and when Beau and Story emerge from the cabin he about had a heart attack. "Story, your parents know you here?" her face falls not realizing Frank would still be here, and she shakes her head no. "I'm assuming they don't know what you're doing either?"

"Dad, please don't make a big deal about this."

"Were you at least safe?"

"I have an IUD," she answers still unable to look at him, her phone rings, and she looks at the ID, and it's you, freaking out that she isn't at home. "My mom...I gotta go. Thanks Beau. I'll," she looks over to Frank, and then back Beau, "Just call me sometime," walking away she picks up your call, to tell you she just needed some girl time and spent the night with Jenny.

Frank looks at his son scratching the back of his neck. "I mean...was it at least good?" he mocks retching.

"I hate you."

"Story Drysdale? She's like your sister."

"Except she's not," Beau starts to walk away.

"Okay, she's Ransom's daughter. How you think this is going to play out? Are you guys dating?"

"No."

"That's definitely not better. Beau..."

"Dad, it's not that big of a deal. We just had sex."

"Yeah, on my boat. Snuck out of the house."

Beau slams down a tool, and glares at his dad, "Why are you even here?"

"I brought the part you were asking for," he hands him the part and turns to walk away. "You're welcome by the way."

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Story looks at her phone, seeing another text from Beau coming through, and she just can't deal with it. She drives to that stupid little house, and sees Carter's car in the drive. Slinging it into park she walks into that basement, her face falling when she doesn't see Carter. Only Chuck, Chase, Nate, and two new guys sit at the table. "If it isn't the Princess of Boston," Chuck says snorting up a line of blow. "Come to play with daddy's money?"

"I was looking for Carter,” her eyes continue to search for him in the little room. Hoping that maybe she didn’t see him. Because right now she just wants to see him. Talk to him. Apologize. Anything.

Chuck gets a wicked grin, and slaps at Nate's chest when he starts to speak, "You just missed him. I believe he took some girl upstairs."

"You're lying,” Story feels her world crumbling. Looking between the guys in the poker game. Making her feel stupid for ever being here.

"Why don't you play a round. Or you could go upstairs and check."

"I didn't bring any cash," looking over at Nate he shakes his head no before stepping back from the table.

"What was it you played for last time? One night with you. Now, if I'm guessing you're no longer a virgin though."

"Story, don't do this, just go home," Nate pleads to her, and she looks at the guys sitting at the table.

"He's upstairs with another girl?" Chuck shrugs his shoulders with a smile. Story is beyond hurt. Coming out here only to see Carter and maybe work through everything. Hearing he was upstairs with another girl her little so bad. And if he’s going to be with another girl, she’ll be with another guy. "One night," she looks at the lines of cocaine and one of the new guys slides it towards her.

"Want a party favor? The name’s Charles," nodding her head she takes the rolled up bill and does a line. Rubbing at her nose, and she waves to the other guy giving him a weakened version of her smile. Grabbing his cigarette from his mouth, before taking a drag. Handing it back to him, and her hand rubs on his thigh.

"I win I choose. Whoever wins gets me. I need a drink."

"Nate, be a peach and get the princess some straight bourbon," Chuck begins to deal the cards out, and Nate holds Story's cards down on the table.

"You can walk away now. I'll pay for you deck," she lifts up the hand shaking her head no. "Dammit Story. You're gonna regret this."

Too quickly Story had to fold, and she watches nervously as Frank and Chase start to flip their cards. Chase gives a quick chuckle to Frank, "Looks like your mine for the night princess," Story watches Frank cut up more lines, and holds her hand out for the bill, snorting up another before leading Chase to the empty upstairs. His hands already going around her neck as he pushes her in the room.

Another round is set up when Carter and James walk back in. Carter's eyes roam over the room before settling on Chuck, "Where is she?" he only laughs at him, but Carter's hands go around his neck, pushing his chair back, "You mother fucker, I said where is she?"

"Look around Baizen, who's missing? Chase wanted her ever since he set his eyes on her. Daddy's princess came without money. Offered her body up. Just like last time. They've been up there for awhile."

James looks at Carter confused, "What is he talking about? You...you said...said she was sick and at home."

"The princess came looking for Carter."

"Shut the fuck up," Carter cusses, rounding back on Chuck who only laughs at him.

James leaves bounding up the stairs, and opening the door, "Shut the fucking door," Chase grunts. His hand over Story's mouth.

"Get off of her!"

"When I'm finished."

"Get the fuck off her," James punches at Chase's face, and Story screams, trying to cover herself up.

"James, leave."

"You're going home."

"I said leave!"

"You heard the girl. Tell Baizen to fuck off too," as soon as the door closes Chase looks back down at Story, "Now where were we?"

James leaves the room, but has no intentions of leaving. Walking back down he stares at Carter who gets tears in his eyes shaking his head no. "Told ya Baizen. Shouldn't have let the princess out of her tower."

"You lied to her. I wasn't...why did you tell her I had another girl up there?"

"So you could see how fast she crumbles. You just thought she was in love," Chuck takes a long pull from his cigar. "Had a few lines, too."

"You're lying. She wouldn't."

Frank twists the bill in his hand. "This girl got a golden pussy or something?"

"Baizen was in love. Doesn't appear she felt the same way."

"You shut the fuck up!" James shouts at him. "All of ya'll shut the fuck up. She's like my little sister. Carter leave. As soon as he's finished, she's going home."

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