#Daphne x Gator

[buckysgrace]

30. Second Chance

Part 30 of Every Little Thing! One chapter left <3

CW: mentions of being blinded, Gator feeling bad about himself, handjobs

Ruby and Bruce had many happy tapes of their children, lots of them with Gator as well. It was for mundane reasons but also for accomplishments and for special holidays. They only existed inside of their house. There were no recordings of young Gator inside of his house.

One of his favorites was a video where he was no more than four. He was sprawled out on one of the play mats, Daphne waddling around in her little onesie, her pacifier attached to a string on her outfit.

He must’ve been in the process of being weaned off of his pacifier at that time, because each time she’d walk too close he’d grip a hold of it and put it in his mouth. She would pat her little hands on top of his head before she would yank the pacifier out of his mouth. It repeated for like five minutes until Ruby laughed too hard, making him startle in surprise.

He wondered if she ever took notice of the way his eyes grew large, fearful like he was expecting something much worse to happen. Ruby had only scooped him up, kissed his little cheeks before telling him that he didn’t need that. He wondered where his mom had been. Where Roy had been. He wondered where they were now. 

He thought of his mom once again, lingering on how her smile just never met her eyes. Her eyes. He suddenly couldn't remember what color her eyes were. Did she remember what color his were? Not that it mattered anymore.

Daphne had once called his eyes home and he wondered if she’d feel the same way once she saw him again. He supposed he looked fairly pitiful as he continued to stumble around. 

His chest ached as he thought about Daphne, wondering what had happened to her once he was gone. He was fairly certain nothing bad had happened, but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Munch had hurt her. 

Everything came rushing back to him at once, repeating over and over in his mind as if he was going to lose the memories. Everything was dark, dark enough to make him wonder if he would eventually not be able to recall them. 

Everything hurt. 

He could remember being seventeen and being dumb enough to mouth off about something to Roy. He was always angry at that time, always pushing his luck with everyone. All he had really wanted was his mom at the time, but she was long gone. Where? He didn’t know. Or maybe he did and he just wasn’t willing to admit it. 

Roy had hit him over whatever he had said. It must’ve been dumb, as he couldn’t remember what he had spoken out of anger. He was bad about that. Perhaps he hadn’t said anything at all, it had just been his actions. He couldn’t recall. He just remembered thinking about how badly it had hurt, how he swore he’d never feel such pain again. He thought he had learned his lesson then, but he was wrong. 

He kept wanting to touch his eyes, but then remembered that his hands were bound. His head hurt too, as did his arms and his legs. He kept tripping, almost like he was falling in and out of consciousness. His lips were chapped, his mouth dry as he felt as if he’d been walking for days. He had no idea how far they’d gone, how long the hours had been. Just that he thought of many different memories to distract himself. 

He didn’t know how Daphne would want him after this. He was brutalized, a monster now. She’d want nothing to do with him, neither would his children. He didn’t even know what his dad would say. It made him feel sick.

He missed Daphne so desperately that he felt as if he could cry. Or maybe he was crying. Or maybe the wetness on his cheeks was the blood from his injury. It was too hard to tell by the sharp wind, by the way his feet awkwardly fell in and out of the soft snow. His fingers were numb, partially from how tight the rope was and partially because of how cold he was. He wondered if he’d lose them too. 

He couldn’t tell if Munch was ahead of him or behind him, just that he was nearby. It felt sick to cover his eyes up when it was clear he couldn’t see. Munch was taunting him, rubbing salt into the wound. 

“Announce yourselves!” The sound jolted him, rattling around in his chest before he quickly recognized the voice. He perked up, suddenly feeling like things would be fine. Munch hadn’t said what he’d do, but Gator had some sort of idea.

“Dad?” His question was rough as he took large strides forward, hoping to get to his father before he was roughly tugged back. It cut off his air flow, choked him so badly that he was left heaving for air. 

“Kid?” Roy called out. It took a few seconds for Gator to breathe right again, “Come away now.” He stumbled around, not sure where to go as Munch tightened the grip on his neck and moved behind him. His pulse started to race again, sure that Munch was playing some new game. 

“A son is unable to comply. He has sold his right to be a man,” Munch’s voice sounded gritty, raspy from behind Gator, “What disappointment the father must feel.” Gator felt his shoulders sag at his words, clearly knowing it to be true without seeing Roy’s reaction. He’d always irritated Roy; been an annoyance. 

“What’s going on with his eyes?” Gator bit back a sob, trembling as Munch tugged on the rope harshly again. He waited for Munch to kill him. He wondered how he’d do it. Would he drag it out? Make him suffer even worse? Or do it quickly. He hoped it would be fast. Daphne. He needed to tell Daphne he was sorry. 

“Forfeit,” Munch answered, making Gator sick again as the memories came crashing back over him, “It tells a lot about a man, the words he uses to describe a double cross. We have heard it all; to Welsh, to Gyp, to Jew. As if to steal is a man’s lineage, what a man is.” 

“What did you do?” Roy’s voice was stern, disappointed as it rang through the air. Gator thought that maybe he was standing a little close. He needed to apologize for being an awful son too. There were many things he needed to make right. 

“I’m sorry,” Gator started to cry, bawling in the same manner Knox did when he was picked up by someone other than him or Daphne, “You said to let it go but I couldn’t.” He felt miserable. He should’ve let it go. It hadn’t been worth it. 

“A man gives with one hand and takes with the other, he breaks his promise” Munch started again as Gator did his best to remain calm, still waiting for the blow to come. He didn’t know why he was dragging it out for so long, “He must be taught.”

Gator felt numb as he was slowly pushed forward. His boots dragged against the snow, the rough dirt as his body cried out in protest. He didn’t know where his dad was or even if anyone else was lingering about. Daphne. Where was Daphne? He couldn’t die yet, he hadn’t been able to apologize to her yet. He needed to tell her that he loved her. He needed to tell his kids that he loved them. 

“The hand he steals with must be cleaved from him and returned; still a hand but now, without function,” Munch replied, making Gator’s thoughts swarm in a million different directions, “Here is your hand.” 

He was kicked forward, falling harshly into something hard as a thud rang out in the air around them. Gator wondered if things were always this loud. He laid on the dirt for a moment, his hands still tied tightly behind his back as he felt all of his emotions rushing forward at once. He was angry, humiliated and sorrowful all at the same time. Most of all, he was regretful. 

“Daddy,” He sobbed into the dirt, his fingers twitching as he thought about how pathetic he must seem right now. He felt pathetic as he moved onto his back, “Daddy, I’m scared.” He sat up slowly, his eyes and cheeks burning as he pushed himself forward roughly. He waited, hoping that his father might have some pity for him. Not that he really deserved it. But he had done all of this for his approval. 

“I said shut up,” Roy replied, instantly making Gator’s sounds of pain stall at his tongue, “If there ever was a point to you it’s gone now.” His words hit deep, making him feel sick as he let his head rest forward. It took some pressure off of the aching pain he was feeling.

It was silent for a moment as he waited for Roy to untie him. He was disappointed, but Gator was still his son. Roy never had to see him again if he didn’t want to, he just wanted to get back to his family. Daphne and their babies. He needed their forgiveness.

“Dad?” He asked a second later, sure that his hearing was off as he heard the sound of footsteps walking away. His body grew cold as the silence surrounded him. Leaving him completely alone this time. It was worse than death.

His realization that he never really mattered to his father hit him at once. He cried out again, drool falling from his lips as he stumbled onto his knees, then onto his feet. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he wouldn’t sit there like his dad expected. He didn’t need his help. He was strong. He could get out of this.

He moved slowly, but that didn’t keep him from running into the very obvious tree. He groaned as he fell onto his back, his broken wrist feeling like it was seconds away from shattering off of his body. He whimpered, moving into a sitting position as he moved around. 

He felt for a broken piece of, finally satisfied as he roughly began to move the rope against the bark. He had no idea if it would work. He could be just wasting his own time, but it was better than stumbling around in the dark with his hands behind his back. At least his hands could help him feel, to get some idea of where he was.

He lurched forward once he was free, the rapid motions of his actions sending him flying forward as he groaned once again. His entire body ached but he kept moving, pushing just a little further as he reminded himself of just how close to home he was. 

He crawled up the slope, then fell onto his knees as he swept his hands blindly around. He moved slowly, taking cautious steps even though it didn’t really help. He fell a few times until he finally found a good balance as he gripped a wooden structure.

He felt around it for a moment, sniffing at the air as he was sure he was propped up against a door. He rested against it for a moment, trying to keep his heart calm before he moved forward once again.

He knew once he was inside where he was. In the tunnels. The same one he’d shown to Daphne. He thought that Roy must be wrong. This was luck. He was lucky. He rushed forward, dragging his fingertips against the walls as he wondered if Daphne would be waiting for him on the other end.

Something above him sounded wrong. Everything was loud and there seemed to be large trucks moving ahead. He wondered what was happening, if Roy had finally been caught. He hated how he hoped that he had been. 

He stumbled back, groaning as he gripped his head as he ran straight into a low arch way. He cursed as he bent over, holding his throbbing head in agony before he pushed forward again. He was almost here. 

He felt many reassurances rush through him once he pulled the door open and fell onto the snow. He didn’t need to see the sun to know that it was beaming down on him. He accepted it, craved it even. 

Everything else was a blur. He spit his confession out to the FBI before any of the on sight medical team looked at him. He had asked about Daphne first, only to be reassured that she was still with her parents. He was sick to his stomach, almost not wanting her to see him. She would hate him. He was sure of it. 

“Gator,” He felt himself perking up at the sound of Daphne’s voice, his chest tightening as he listened to footsteps approaching, “Hey, you alright?” She sounded like a lullaby as she approached, her hands gentle as she reached out towards him. 

“I can’t see.” He spit out pitifully, hating that those were the first words out of his mouth. He was pathetic. Useless. Just like everyone else thought. She held onto him gently, pulling him close to her chest. 

“S’alright,” She whispered as she brushed her nose against the side of his forehead. She smelt sweet, like berries. He inhaled that smell as he pulled her even closer, “Do you hurt? Did they give you medicine?”

“I don’t want nothin’.” He told her truthfully, feeling like he deserved to suffer. This would be his life now. He felt his shoulders sag again, feeling like he’d be more of a child than a husband to her. Only, he wasn’t even a husband. Just a boyfriend. Why would she need to stay with what remained of him?

“Don’t start with me, Gator,” She replied hoarsely, “You’re in pain. What did they say the issue was?” She asked him, sounding like she was near tears as she held onto his face again. He let her tilt and move his chin around until she was done inspecting him. He wouldn’t let her see his eyes. They were far too gruesome for someone as sweet as her. 

“They don’t know yet,” He mumbled, “They just cleaned it up.” He said, but was honestly unsure. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been sitting there. He figured it couldn’t be long. He told them to tell her right away, only because he figured it would be better to get it over with. 

“Let’s go to the hospital.” She replied and he listened to the way she sniffled. He tilted his head up again, only to remember that he couldn’t see her. He probably wouldn’t ever see her again. 

“Not yet,” He said softly, “I need to know what happens first. I need to apologize to Nadine.” He told her, furrowing his eyebrows together as he realized he didn’t know if she made it out or not. He hoped that she did. He had done a really shitty thing to her. 

“I tipped off the police,” She said softly, “I didn’t know what else to do.” He listened to her tone, but he could no longer really tell what she was feeling. She was always easy to read by the expressions she made. He would have no idea what she thought now. 

“You did the right thing,” He told her quickly, “It’s what I should’ve done.” He muttered softly, feeling a fresh wave of guilt all over again. He brushed his fingertips against her sides, wondering if he would forget what she felt like. 

“You were going to save her.” She reminded him gently, although he couldn’t really recall what he was going to do. Would he have really done that? He supposed he would never know now. She held onto him tightly, slowly brushing her fingers against the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“They’re going to take me to jail.” His words were muffled into her chest as she continued to cling to him, whispering soft words as if she was singing a lullaby. He held onto her tighter, wondering if she’d even know if he began to cry. “I know,” She replied gently, “But did you make things right?” She pulled away softly, tilting his head back up towards her as if she still thought she could look into his eyes. He was suddenly happy he couldn’t see hers. He didn’t want to see how disappointed, how ashamed she was. He wondered if she’d leave just as Roy had. 

“I think so,” He muttered, “I told them everything. All of it.” He breathed out, hoping that would at least make some things right. At least he could now see his father clearer. He leaned against her as she gently touched her lips to his forehead. 

“Then everything is going to be okay,” She whispered as she pushed her fingers through his messy strands, “I’m so proud of you, Gator.”

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“How much was the bond?” That was the first thing he asked her once Ruby and Bruce had left. He had spent a few days in the hospital, under the close watch of guards before he spent one night in jail. Daphne had the bond paid off before he could spend another. 

He supposed he was glad that he couldn’t see how she reacted when he told her everything that he’d done. He didn’t hold back, figuring that she deserved the truth before she decided to be stuck with him forever. He didn’t think he deserved redemption, but thus far she was still around. 

“It doesn’t matter.” She replied, gently holding onto his hand as she led him towards the couch. He had a stick now, but he fucking hated it. He hated everything about himself at the moment. He’d fallen into his own little pity bubble, making it that much worse.

“Daphne-,” He started to protest again, stumbling again until she pressed him down onto the couch. He exhaled roughly, wiping at his chin to keep his bottom lip from quivering. He still had yet to get used to the fact that he couldn’t see. It bothered him even more that he couldn’t even inspect his injuries, to see what he was really dealing with. 

“Stop,” She took his hands gently in hers, “Don’t worry about that. You’re home and that’s all that matters.” He listened to the sound of her rustling as she sat near him. He tilted his head, wondering what the twins were doing. He hadn’t heard them yet. 

“Don’t.” He flinched away, his words coming out a lot harsher than he meant for them to be as she slowly pressed her fingertips against his wrapped wound. He didn’t want anyone to see it, but especially her. 

“Hey,” She paused as she brushed her hands gently against the side of his head, “I am a nurse, remember?” She spoke gently, bringing her fingers back just a bit until he rested against her once again. 

“It looks terrible.” He replied underneath his breath, sure that she would be disgusted with him once she saw them. She scoffed gently as she tapped her fingers against his bristly jaw. 

“How do you know?” She asked him seriously as she slowly began to unwrap the bandage. He could feel his heart hammering slowly as he waited for the sounds of disgust to leave his lips, “When was the last time this was changed?” She asked softly, only making him shrug his shoulders in return. 

“I just do.” He answered her first question instead, exhaling roughly once he was exposed to her. He listened to the sound of her humming, unsure of how she could be so relaxed at a time like this. 

“Looks fine to me,” She said softly, “You’re bruised a little bit, a little swollen too. But your eyelids are mostly fine, a little scar tissue here and there. No maggots though.” She explained it all to him, allowing him to paint his own mental picture as he nodded his head softly. 

“Thanks,” He said softly, inhaling her scent as she rested her forehead against his, “I can’t do this.” He sounded weak as he spoke, like a whiny child. He meant his words though. It would be easier if he just disappeared entirely. 

“Yes you can,” She told him sternly, “You have to. For all of us.” She squeezed his jaw softly, leaning forward to give his lips a gentle peck. He savored the feeling of her mouth against his before she pulled away from him.

“I’m going to have to face him in court.” He told her gently, thinking about the thing that was really weighing on his chest. He knew what Roy would say if he got the chance. It wouldn’t be good. He hadn’t faced any of them since he ratted everyone out. 

“And I’ll be there,” She replied and he listened to the sound of her soft breathing, “We all will.” She reassured him, making him feel just a little bit better. He really didn’t know where he’d be without her. 

“I won’t be able to see you.” He replied weakly, unsure of how he could feel supported by her at all. He didn’t know what to do if he couldn’t see her. He needed to see her. He didn’t like the fact that he might forget what she looked like. He drew his hands up slowly, cupping the side of her face.

“The doctor said you could get your vision back,” She responded, humming softly to herself, “We don’t have to worry about it right now. All we need to do is focus on you getting healed once again.” She seemed pleased with herself as she brushed fingertips across his jaw line again.

“I don’t know how to shave now,” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed at his statement, “It feels itchy.” He replied again, knowing that it must look terrible. He never liked when it got long. He didn’t know how he’d be able to handle it in prison. 

“You’re hairy,” She giggled softly, “I can do it. We should go take a shower.” She mused gently as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He shook his head, too tired to do such a thing at the moment. 

“That sounds nice,” He told her truthfully. He felt like he needed to scrub the filth away from his skin, “Where are they?” He asked, feeling worried that she thought he was too dangerous to handle the twins now. He hoped that she didn’t feel that way. 

“Sleeping,” She replied as she stood, then reached for his hands to help support him, “Let’s get you cleaned up, handsome.” She told him, sounding chipper as she slowly guided him towards the stairs.

He gripped her hand tightly, using the other to hold onto the railing as he unsteadily balanced himself on the stairs. Her touch was gentle but stern, like she was afraid he’d go stumbling back down the stairs. He was partially afraid of that too.

“So the room is,” She paused for a moment before she spoke up again, “Thirteen steps and to the left.” She directed, sounding like she was going to write this down later. He did his best to keep from grumbling, sure that he wouldn’t remember it anyways.

He followed beside her slowly, trying to do his best to keep his feet from dragging on the ground. She continued to count the steps, directing them to the bathroom before she slowly began to undress him. 

“I can do that myself.” He reminded her, not wanting her to think that he was useless either. She stalled her movements for a moment before he listened to her turn the shower on. 

“I know that,” She told him a second later. She gripped his cast softly, leaving him confused until he felt her begin to wrap it once again, “I want to help you.” She said gently, making him nod his head in agreement. 

She had him hold his left hand out to test the water and once she was sure that he was satisfied with the temperature, she helped him crawl inside. He kept his face away from the water, afraid to get it into his eyes. 

He felt fairly pathetic now, not being able to see and unable to use his dominant hand. Daphne did most of it once again, scrubbing at his hair and then setting up the loofah for him. He moved it around clumsily, still feeling like his thoughts were a thousand miles away.

He didn’t know where Munch was, or where he’d gone. It scared him too. He knew where they lived, so there was always a chance he could come back. That’s what he feared the most. If Munch came back there was nothing he could do about it. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” She asked him, jolting him from his thoughts. He chewed on his bottom lip, enjoying the way she threaded her fingers through his chest hair. 

“You’d be giving me a lot of pennies.” He told her, smiling softly. He was fairly certain she wouldn’t be able to handle everything that he had to say. It was just him worrying. 

“Hm,” She hummed softly as she rested her chin onto the crook of his neck, then massaged her fingers across his waist, “Do you want me to help you take your mind off of it?” The air was hot against the side of his neck, her voice sweet as honey as she whispered her question.

He felt his cock beginning to throb in anticipation, enjoying how she dragged her lips against his neck. He exhaled roughly, leaning back against her touch. She moved her hands further down his waist, drawing electricity underneath his skin.

“Yeah,” He replied slowly, biting back a groan as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He jolted at the surprising sensation, grunting at the way she slowly began to stroke him in her hands, “God. That feels so nice.” He told her truthfully. 

The feeling of her skin against his made his body warm in pleasure, shivers of pleasure forming as she slowly moved her palm across the length of his cock. He enjoyed the way she squeezed at the base of his cock, how she lazily stroked her thumb across the head of his cock.

He had a hard time biting his moans back, sure that everything felt more sensitive than usual. He wondered if it had to do with being gone for so long, or if it was the fact that his body was reacting to what he couldn’t see.

“Feel good?” She mumbled softly, earning a cry from his lips as she nipped the crook of his neck. He jerked his hips forward in bliss, parting his mouth in awe as she moved a free hand to palm at his balls.

He hissed in pleasure, enjoying how quickly she jerked her hand up and down the length of his cock. She continued to use her free hand to massage at his balls, making his cock ache and feel heavy as he grinded his hips forward.

“So good,” He spit out, his thighs trembling and stomach muscles clenching in bliss. He tilted his head back, moaning as she dragged her teeth along the sensitive part of his neck, “Fuck, Jesus. That feels amazing, baby.” He cooed in awe, jerking his hips forward roughly. 

He came with a cry, thrusting forward harshly into her hand as his whole body vibrated in pleasure. Daphne rocked him through it, peppering kisses along his skin and encouraging him gently. 

“Good boy,” She cooed playfully, giggling as she gave his neck another soft kiss. She moved her hand away before she moved the water over him, rinsing him off again, “Feel a little better?” He could practically feel her grin as he nodded his head, huffing harshly in agreement. 

She helped him rinse off after, rubbing lotion across his back and arms and then his legs. He tried to protest but she shushed him all the same, apparently keen on the idea of taking care of him. 

She moved the razor slowly over his skin, softly. He wished that he could see what she was doing, or at least look at the determination on her features that she always got. It bothered him because he knew that his eyelids were parted, but he still saw nothing but shadows. 

“Smooth,” She told him as she brushed her hands across his smooth skin, “I’m going to redo your bandages now, alright?” She questioned him gently, only continuing once he nodded his head in agreement 

She began to open a few more things next to her, explaining what she was doing as she touched a cold liquid to his sore eyes. He hated how badly they ached. It made him feel like he really wouldn’t be able to see again. 

“Does it look awful?” He asked her seriously, hoping that she wouldn’t lie to him. He observed the way her fingertips became softer against his skin. 

“No,” She said at last, “It looks tender, but nothing gruesome. The doctor did a good job.” She replied as she gave his chin a gentle squeeze. He sighed, enjoying the way she leaned down and kissed the tip of his forehead. 

“Okay,” He said gently, “Thanks.” He mumbled, feeling like he owed her many more apologies. He wouldn’t have made it far without her. He was still angry with himself. If he hadn’t gone to see Roy, they would’ve been long gone by now. 

“I’m here for you, Gator. I want to help you, however I can.” She said softly, her voice shaking a bit as she spoke. He leaned against her, breathing in the smell of her perfume as he nodded his head in agreement.

“I know,” He told her gently as he pulled her closer to his chest, figuring that there were a lot of things to explain to her, “You are. Just by being here.” He told her honestly as he savored the feeling of skin against his. 

He let her help him get dressed without a complaint this time. He knew he shouldn’t be bitter when she was trying her best too. He was worried about her. He didn’t want her to be too stressed, to lose this baby too.

Knox and Piper were fascinated with his bandages at first, constantly trying to rip it off before Daphne moved their hands away. Gator always jerked back, afraid that he would scare them. He didn’t want to terrify them.

As the days grew into weeks, things got a little easier. He did in fact start to count his footsteps when he was trying to go from one place to the other, although he preferred Daphne helping him there. He hated using the cane. He hated relying on it. 

It was still a struggle to move around, especially when Birdie was in his sprinting moods. Daphne kept the house clean most of the time, but the twins still had scattered toys everywhere. They were growing too. It made him sad to think about how he’d probably miss out on a huge chunk of their lives. 

Not to mention the new baby. He rubbed Daphne’s stomach in the same manner, gently brushing his palms across her bump as he was sure the baby was growing overnight. He would miss the growth of him or her, he’d miss the delivery. And that scared him the most. He feared that something would go wrong again. 

By the time he went in for his trial the twins were steadily approaching their first birthday. Both of them were babbling, making semi coherent words and wobbly walking back and forth. He was going to miss them, more than anything.

“It’s going to be okay,” She told him, making shivers appear on his skin as she brushed her fingertips across his skin, “They’re going to take in account what you did to help them bring your dad down. You won’t get the max sentence.” He could practically feel her shaking her head, like she was trying to erase his own bad thoughts. 

“Even if I get the minimum sentence,” He started slowly, “The twins will be two and you’ll have a baby that I won’t ever be able to meet.” He told her seriously, feeling sick all over again. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek gently. 

“You act like I won’t ever come visit,” She said softly, “Everything is going to work out. I promise you that.” She said a little sterner, holding his hands close as she massaged their fingertips together. He breathed in deeply as he nodded his head in agreement, choosing to listen to her reassurances rather than fight her words. 

The trial wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He kept his hands pressed tightly together, fearing that everyone could see him shake as he recounted everything once again. There were some things he kept out, but it was nothing in regard to his father or Nadine. Most of it revolved around Munch. He was afraid to bring him up, almost like he was a ghost. 

He didn’t get the minimum sentence, but he didn’t get the max either. Two years and five months. Piper and Knox would be three and his other child would be turning two. He would be missing out on so much. It made him sick. 

The first few weeks were the hardest. It took a long time for him to adjust to being away, but Daphne visited about every day. Bruce had worked out some deals, and got him extra visitation hours. He appreciated it. Even though some days he was too tired to even entertain her. 

“Can you see any better?” She asked hesitantly, doing her best to scoot closer as she tapped her fingers against the table. She was eight months along now and he was constantly terrified that he’d wake up to a phone call with the worst news. 

“A bit,” He admitted as he pulled his sunglasses off. He blinked a few times, turning in her direction, “Not out of my left eye, but I can see colors and blurs from my right one.” He told her, thinking that she looked like a mess of red as he squinted in her direction. He was sure that his left eye was fucked, but he was slowly adjusting to it. 

“That’s good,” She piped up as she reached for his hand, “Really good.” She traced her fingers along the lines on his palm, her new thing to do whenever she visited him. He liked the sensation. She’d grown quite well at describing things as well. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked her, feeling like she was being more quiet than usual. She’d already told him everything there was to know about the kids, but he also felt like he kept up to date with them as often as he could. He got separate hours that he could video chat with them, which they took advantage of quite a bit. 

“Nothing really,” She said gently, “Maude and Jessica were having issues with their foster family. They’re going to come stay with us for a while.” Her nails dragged against his skin softly, making him relax even though he felt like faltering. 

“Us?” He questioned her, searching for clarity as he tilted his head in her direction again. He watched her, wishing that he could read the expressions on her features. She had the cutest looks to her. 

“When you get home, silly,” She smiled as she took his hand, “Noelle got her own place too. I’ve been thinking about maybe moving in with my parents for a while.” She drew out slowly, making him part his lips in disbelief. 

“What?” He didn’t understand. He knew that his bond and everything with the trial had been expensive, but he still thought they were well off. He supposed it must’ve changed. She wasn’t working either after all. Kids were expensive. 

“It’d be nice to have the help,” She responded slowly, “There’s going to be five little kids soon. I’m going to need my mom.” She reasoned with him, making him nod his head in agreement. He knew that Maude and Jessica could be a handful. He didn’t blame her for seeking out help. 

“What about our house?” He asked a second later, almost fearing what her answer would be. He really enjoyed where they had lived. It felt like a piece of them. 

“I don’t know,” She said gently, “Would you still want to live there?” Shequestioned him this time, making him furrow his eyebrows together. He thought about it for a moment. The ranch wouldn’t hold great memories, but it was still their home.

“It’s our house.” He told her simply, feeling like that was the best answer to go with. Their house didn’t have many bad memories. It was safe in his mind. 

“We can have plenty of houses in many different places,” She told him gently, “There isn’t a rush to that. My home is where you are.” She spoke sweetly as she cusped their hands together. He admired the way her palm felt against his, how it was always much softer. Just as she was. 

“Jail?” He teased her softly, unable to hide his own grin. He listened to the sound of her laughter, pleased that he had been able to make her feel a little better. 

“I guess so,” She said between laughs as she squeezed at his hand, “That sounds about right.”  She replied before she brought his knuckles up to her mouth and kissed his skin. He savored the feeling. 

“Only a while more.” He told her, even though it would still be a long time. His sentence had just started, but he was still optimistic he might get out early for good behavior. As long as things continued to go in the right direction. At least he hoped so. 

“Mhm,” She grinned, “It’s all going to be fine.” She kissed at his fingertips, making him smile as the sensation sent shivers down his back. He couldn’t wait to really touch her again. He supposed they weren’t supposed to be doing this much, but none of the guards ever said anything about it. 

“What about the baby?” He asked her suddenly, still worried that something might be wrong with their other child. He couldn’t help the way he would over think nowadays. He had nothing better to do. 

“I haven’t felt anything unusual,” She told him gently, “I don’t think there’s a chance they’ll let you be there for the delivery though?” She asked him as she brought his palm down against her pregnant tummy, letting him feel around until he felt the soft flutters. 

“No.”

“Maybe we can screen time the whole time I’m in there,” She said instead, “We can figure it out.” She told him the same answer that she always did. She was right. They always figured it out. He wondered if he should mention the ring in his drawer before she got rid of too many things. 

“I guess.” He told her softly, suddenly feeling a little sour. He supposed it was a good thing that he had seen her in her wedding dress before. He stalled for a moment, figuring that would be the one she wore anyways.

“What names do you like?” She asked him gleefully, sounding happy as she continued to press his palm against where their baby was fluttering about. He felt his lips twitch into a smile, even though he was feeling saddened once again. 

“I don’t know.” He admitted, wondering how they hadn’t spoken about it while he was at home. He had been too stressed and she had been too busy taking care of him. It was his fault once again. 

“I kind of liked Willow,” She said gently, “Or Rosie. I thought that was cute too.” She sounded like she was smiling. He wanted to bring his palm against her face, but the guards freaked out when he did that. 

“I like Rosie,” He said softly, “What about for a boy?” He questioned her, really hoping that Roy could be a forgotten name. He didn’t want that name carried out with any of his children. 

“I kind of thought about naming him after you,” She said slowly, making him snort, “I’m not being funny.” He shook his head, thinking that it was very hilarious of her. He had hated his name, but he felt a little better about it now. He wondered if his mom preferred a different name. He suddenly thought of the name Linda, but kept that to himself. 

“I like Noah,” He told her gently, “Maybe Theodore.” He replied thoughtfully, laughing to himself at how it sounded rolling off of his tongue. 

“Fancy,” She giggled softly, “I did like Preston.” She added a second later, sounding wistful as she was suddenly lost in her own thoughts. He grinned at her suggestion, knowing that their time was nearly up by the way the guards moved forward. 

“I’m going to miss you.” He told her quickly, not wanting her to forget that. Or him. He still feared that with each day she’d stop coming, that she would have better things to do. He wondered how long it would take for her to wake up and realize she could do better. 

“I always miss you,” She drew out as she played with their fingers again, “You’re making all of us really proud.” 

[sadhours]

scumbag blues • regular john

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, drug use, sex work, smut, p in v, angst, Gator is mean but so is Daisy

Gator hates going to the sheriff’s department since his date with Faye went awry. She looks at him differently. But Roy’s insistent he keeps on courting her. And with him being banned by Daisy, Faye’s looking prettier and prettier every day. Though, Gator’s banned, he drives by the inn twice a day. Checking for cars. Daisy’s busy. Always a car he don't recognize or Daphne’s beat up pick up truck. Can only imagine what Daphne says about him. He tried to get with her back in school. Before Daisy was selling herself. Daphne was someone his dad liked and Gator liked how Daphne looked, along with the reasons his dad liked her. Roy encouraged Gator pursuing Daphne and they went on a couple of dates. But then Gator asked a little too much about her best friend, Daisy and Daphne seemed disinterested. Then Daisy started talking to Gator during gym class which embarrassed Gator so he was rude to her. He knew Daphne had gossiped about their dates and felt like Daisy talked to him out of pity.

But Daisy was persistent and well, she was a cheerleader. They winded up at the same parties after games. She’d find her way to Gator and gush about how well he played. Then he got tackled by a motherfucker twice his size and broke his ankle. Daphne signed his cast in big letters that took up a whole half of it. Next thing he knew, Daisy was scribbling all pretty over it, looking up at him with these eyes and he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Jerked off to the thought of Daisy on her knees many, many times. But he was rude to her the whole time, told her to fuck off.

After graduation, Gator was two months into his training for deputy. His dad was hardcore about it. Gator slept four hours a night at most. Chores and training left him little room for anything. But he got away for a bonfire one night on his birthday. He remembers it well. Jason Aldean’s “Big Green Tractor” playing loud on someone’s speaker when it was whispered to him that you could fuck Daisy Way for two hundred bucks. And he’d just got five hundred for graduating from his grandad. Seemed like a good investment, so he set his sights on Daisy and drunkenly waddled over to her.

She was curled up with Daphne at the fire, wearing these low rise, boot cut jeans and a flowy white top. Her hair, bleached blonde in tangles from the harsh North Dakota wind. Stumbled in her boots when Gator extended his hand towards her. They held hands as they walked to his truck, silent after Gator said to her, “Heard a rumor ‘bout ya.”

“What’s the rumor?” Daisy slurred as Gator opened the backseat door of his truck and she settled inside. He stood between her knees, wrapped his fingers around her knees as he gazed up at her. Her eyeliner was smeared, eyes looking as drunk as he felt.

“Heard you’d let me do what I want for two hundred bucks,” Gator slurred back, “That true?”

“Rooster crow in the mornin’?” She hiccuped, face shifted something sultry.

“What?” Gator giggled, not expecting that response.

Daisy giggled in return, hands clutching his flannel, “Yes, Gator, give me two hundred bucks and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Can I fuck you?” he wondered, hand moving to hold her jaw, brown eyes boring into her blue ones.

“If that’s what you want,” she whispered, “Is that what you want, Gator?”

He shuffled to pull his wallet out, pulls out two crisp hundred dollar bills and offered them to Daisy. She slipped them from his fingers and shoved them in her front pocket, “Fuck me, Gator.”

He moved quickly, getting in the truck between her legs and pushed he on her back. Kissed her filthy while his hands found purchase on her chest, squeezing at the swell of her tits through her bra and shirt. Daisy’s legs wrapped around his waist, hands grabbing the back of head while she kissed him back just as desperately. Writhed underneath him like a pig in mud, grunting and humming like she ain’t ever been happier. Gator believed it, dead set on losing his damned virginity to her. With the doors of the truck wide open, a sight for anyone walking by as he rutted into her, erection straining against his boxers. Daisy’s thighs were as warm as asphalt on a summer day, clenching around him with a vice grip. Gator had to cut the foreplay short ‘cause he damned near blew his load just kissing and dry humping her. It was race between them, shoving jeans and underwear low enough to get the pair of ‘em exposed.

Gator swore he saw her slick coating her thighs. Had to get his hand on her cunt, had to make sure she was just as soaked as she looked, and she was. She gripped his cock, pointed it to her entrance as she whispered about his size against his lips. Gave Gator this ego boost that had his hips jerking forward, sheathing his cock fully inside her in one swift motion. The pair of them moaned in pleasure, Gator was overwhelmed with the sensation. Daisy’s cunt squeezing him so tight and warm and wet, his hips stilled as his face nuzzled against her neck.

“Goddamn, Daisy,” he cursed, face all scrunched up.

“Fuck me,” she whined, rolling her hips as she scratched at the back of his head, “Gator! Your cocks fucking huge, oh my god!”

He bit her neck, trying to restrain his orgasm but it was edging closer and closer, way too quickly. Her fucked out voice made it so hard not to bust. Being inside Daisy weren’t nothing like fucking his own fist. His eyes rolled back in his eyes as he made sounds against her neck that sounded foreign on his intoxicated ears. Her thighs squeezed him something fierce as she tightened her grip on him, fucking herself on his cock. He pulled back, wrapped his hand around her throat as he demanded, “Don’t fucking move, slut. Lay still.”

Daisy whimpered, looking at him with goddamned stars in her eyes as her jaw dropped. She panted, whined, made beautiful sounds Gator could never forget. He was embarrassed by how quick he was about to cum, sure Daisy would run off and tell everyone she just took his virginity for a measly $200. But Daisy kept babbling. Wouldn’t fucking shut up.

“God, Gator! It’s so fucking big, holy fuck—“ she gasped, “feel it in my guts.”

Blew his load then, bare ass clenching as he emptied inside of her. Making a pathetic sound he ain’t ever made before. And Gator couldn’t help but make noise when he came but it wasn’t ever like this. This was the most pathetic he ever sounded in his life, hand gripping Daisy’s throat so tight her voice cut off. Her eyes rolled back in her head but the bitch had the nerve to thrust her hips up at him, milking even more from him and pulling yet another weak moan from him.

“Fuck—“ he let go of her throat as he pulled back. His cock was softening as he slipped it back into his jeans. Daisy didn’t even look disappointed, looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. Sat up as Gator zipped his pants up, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.

“Come to the Inn tomorrow,” she begged, licking his lower lip, “Wanna do that again with ya.”

Gator spent all his graduation money on Daisy.

“Good morning, Deputy Tillman,” Faye’s voice shocks him back to reality, pulls him out of the memory that has his dick filling out.

“Mornin’, Faye,” he greeted her, “I gotta check out some evidence, mind handing me the key?”

“Sure,” she replied, turning in her chair to grab it and from this angle, Gator can imagine she’s Daisy. Can imagine her turning around and having them plump lips and bright blue eyes. He’d bend her over the desk, that’s how pent up he is. Wishes he could fuck Daisy in front of every man in Stark County and show them who really owns her. Free of charge. But he sees Faye’s soft brown eyes and the fantasy is shattered.

“Thanks,” he grabs the keys and rushes past her and down the stairs. Makes his way to the evidence room, goes to the narcotics section and files through. Grabs a couple of bags of coke. The lotto ones. A couple of grams nobody’ll miss. Tucks them into his pocket but not after opening one and taking a quick bump, another bump. And then one more. He doesn’t say bye to Faye when he leaves. Finds himself in the cruiser, spills one of the baggies onto the center console. Cuts himself a line and snorts it with a hundred dollar bill, tries not to think about how the Benjamin would’ve winded up in Daisy’s pocket if she hadn’t “banned” him.

Coke fueled, he’s angry. Thinks, how could she fucking ban him. He’s the law. That’s how Gator finds himself at the Inn. No cars outside. Earl ain’t even home. But Daisy is.

“Daisy Tellulah Way,” he calls as he enters the door, “Come out with your hands up, got a warrant for your arrest.”

“Gator, that ain’t funny,” she seethes when she walks out of the kitchen. Gator’s fucked her in there. On the counter while she attempted to prepare breakfast for her pops. Thinks about it vividly as he gazes at her. She’s wearing a simple white dress, satin with lace at the bodice. Could marry her in that dress, he thinks as he looks at her. Kinda wants to drop to his knees and ask, but he ain’t gotta ring and she banned him. She fucking banned him.

“You look good,” he says instead, “Missed you.”

Her face softens at that. Makes Gator’s stomach flip. Makes him think he loves her. Almost drops to his knees again. Then her face hardens.

“I banned you from this place,” she exhales, looks exhausted.

“I don’t like her,” Gator admits, the coke working as a fucking truth serum. “She’s boring and she ain’t as pretty as you.”

Daisy wipes her face with her hand, narrows her eyes at Gator, “You ain’t banned ‘cause you got a girlfriend. You’re banned because you’re attached.”

“How am I attached if I have a girlfriend?” Gator argues.

“You’re here, telling me you don’t like your girlfriend. Gator, seriously, I need you to leave,” Daisy replies.

“Can’t leave,” Gator responds, “Gimme me an hour. I’ll pay whatever you want.”

Daisy scans his face, chuckles condensing as she announces, “You’re high.”

“High on how bad I need ya.”

“High on evidence that’s too easily accessible,” she mutters, “Go home. Jerk off. Forget about me, Gator.”

“‘Member the first time we hooked up?” Gator asks, palms bracing the desk as he edges closer to it.

“The first time you paid me to fuck you, you mean,” she argues and Gator waves his hand.

“I remember the way you looked at me,” he licks his lips, “You liked it. You ain’t ever liked sex before.”

“Sex is my job, Gator. I’m great at looking like I enjoy it,” Daisy retorts, “Leave.”

Gator doesn’t get it. In his recollection of their first sexual encounter, Daisy seemed to like it. He struggles to believe she’s been faking it this whole time. “I’ve made you squirt, hard to fake that.”

“Gator, seriously. Get the fuck out,” she replies, looking demure suddenly. Can’t hold his eye contact.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

Daisy licks her lips, takes a deep breath before she leans over the desk, “I don’t want you. I never have and I never will. I’m a fucking prostitute, Gator.”

“You didn’t make me pay so many times,” he tries to argue.

Daisy smiles then purses her lips before she speaks again, “Felt bad for you. You’re fucking pathetic. Every god damn penny you make goes to me and I felt bad. But I don’t have any feelings for you. Except disdain. Please, leave.”

Gator sucks on his teeth, digs in his pocket for one of the grams of coke, tosses it on the desk. “Well, you’re good at your job. ‘Cause you had me convinced I fucking meant something to ya,” he swallows, “And yeah, maybe I got attached, maybe I fell for ya. Which makes me a big fat fucking loser. ‘Cause I do better than your fucking, tainted pussy. Can find a girl who hasn’t had every pathetic fuck in this town between her legs. Fuck you, Daisy. Hope you get fucking syphilus and die.”

Gator slams his door on the way out.

[buckysgrace]

31. Smoke & a Light

Final part of Every Little Thing! Thank you so much for reading <3

2020

Life was hard without Gator.

They made it with many visits, phone calls and the video chats that they got. He wasn’t in jail too far away, but it still took a few hours to get back and forth. She wondered where they would go when he got released from prison. 

It had been hard moving back in with her parents at first, but she was grateful for the help. Ruby was always good with the kids and things got to stay semi-normal as Daphne did more around the ranch. Birdie was comfortable here, as was Gator’s snake.

She moved back into her old room, while they spruced Noelle’s old room up for Maude and Jessica. She moved Piper and Knox’s nursery into Oliver’s old room, deciding that there wasn’t any rush to move them apart for now. 

Moving didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, but she wouldn’t do it until she had Gator’s support. The small town that they lived in had turned brutal. Everyone spread rumors anyways, but she had heard some fairly cruel things about how it was impossible for her to not have been involved, or she was just downright dumb to not notice what was happening underneath her nose.

She knew she shouldn’t listen to any of them because they really didn’t know what she’d gone through, but it still bothered her. She should’ve been more aware, she knew that. There was no changing it now. She just hoped that it could all be left in the past. 

Piper and Knox had the hardest time adjusting in her opinion. There was no way to really explain where Gator had gone and they had clearly taken notice of his absence. They cried and whined for days, weeks until they eventually died down. She almost thought that was the worst part, she was afraid that the twins would forget who he was. 

In April they had a small party for the twins, to celebrate their birthday. Daphne had saved a piece of the Winnie the Pooh cake that she had baked for them. She hoped that she’d be able to bring it in for Gator. She took plenty of pictures, hoping that he’d be able to look at them when the time came. 

She worked on slowly scrubbing Knox’s face clean, sighing as she realized the blue icing was completely in his hair. She shook her head, wondering how someone so small could be so messy. 

“When will Gator be back?” Maude whined as she held onto Daphne’s arm, swaying back and forth as she tried to get her attention. It had been a struggle to pay attention to both sets of twins. She knew Maude and Jessica missed their parents, but she was struggling to care for them. They often didn’t like to listen to her. She felt bad, but many times she found herself pushing them off towards Ruby. 

“Soon,” Daphne answered gently, “He’ll be back before you know it.” She tried to give her a gentle smile, but she was worried about Gator. His moods seemed to change every time she visited, but it wasn’t because he was doing it on purpose. He was going through a lot too. 

“What about my mommy and daddy?” Maude blinked up at her curiously, her eyes mirrored behind thick eyelashes as her expression slightly fell. Daphne paused, parting her lips as she dropped her hands away from Knox. 

“I don’t know,” Daphne answered honestly. Karen’s sentence had been a lot longer and she was sure that Roy’s escape would only occur when he finally passed, “Do you want to write to them again?” She asked softly. Karen answered as frequently as she could, but Roy had yet to answer one letter from the girls. She suspected that he wouldn’t either. 

She’d been working on teaching them all braille despite Gator getting so offended over it. She thought that he was getting upset over nothing. Even if his eyesight was coming back, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to know. She had plans on all of them writing a letter once they got a little better. 

“Dada,” Piper babbled out, leaning over Daphne’s knees to poke at her baby bump, “Dada.” She proclaimed proudly, her brown eyes shining as she exposed her little teeth. Daphne grinned to wipe the drool from the corner of her lips.

The twins had yet to see Gator in prison, but that mainly had to do with the drive. Daphne and Gator had both agreed it would be safer for them to visit once the new baby was born, just in case she went into labor early again. 

“That’s the baby,” Daphne grinned, watching as Piper continued to poke at her, “Can you say baby?” She drew the syllables out slowly, watching the way Piper watched her in interest. Knox waddled over at that, squeaking loudly as he barreled his way past Piper to drag himself up onto Daphne’s lap.

“Daphne,” Ruby’s voice was soft as she approached, “You have a letter.” She said slowly, sounding hesitant as she spoke. Daphne sighed as she pulled a whining Piper onto her lap next, balancing her and Knox on her knees. 

“From who?” She asked curiously, knitting her eyebrows together as she wondered who would be writing to her. Gator couldn’t, not unless he had asked someone to do so. He wouldn’t do that though. He was too proud to ask for help. 

“Roy.” Ruby said at last, staring back down at the envelope. Daphne felt her pulse quicken just a little bit as she thought about him. He hadn’t been kind during the trial. Not to Gator, her or her family. They were all dead to him, that much was certain. 

“Oh,” Daphne paused, not knowing what to say, “You’re sure it’s from him?” She held a hand out, keeping the twins from smashing their heads together as they started to squirm around on her lap. 

“Yeah,” Ruby replied as she tilted the envelope in her fingers again, “Maybe we should just get rid of it.” She suggested a second later, making Daphne nod in agreement. She didn’t need the added stress right now. Not with her due date approaching.

“I’m sure it was something clever,” She said with a shake of her head, “It doesn’t matter anyways. If he’s not writing to his daughters he shouldn’t be writing to me.” She brushed it off, though she had a gnawing feeling that it was something bad. At least insulting. She didn’t want to see it right now. 

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” Ruby agreed as she put the letter up on the mantle of the chimney, “When do you go to see Gator again?” She asked as she took a seat at the opposite side of the couch, grinning as Piper’s face burst into joy.

“Dada!” She exclaimed happily, her brown eyes flashing as she looked around. Daphne pressed her lips together, thinking that her actions were cute but feeling bad at the same time. She brushed her fingers across Piper’s small back as she bounced her. 

“In the next few days,” Daphne told her honestly, “Dad is trying to see if he can be there for the delivery.” She mused gently, still desperately hoping that Gator would be able to come. It wouldn’t feel right without him being there. He deserved to meet his child right away. 

Things just didn’t seem to be working in her favor. All the meetings with the lawyers and officers seemed pointless, even meeting with her dad at times. He was this supposed great lawyer, but he was still unable to get these small strings pulled. She really thought he might be able to do so, considering how bad her last delivery went. 

“There’s nothing you can do?” She asked Bruce again, feeling defeated as she stared down at the papers in front of her. Knox wiggled around in her arms, more attached to her than usual. She supposed that he was soaking in his last few months of being the baby. 

“No,” Bruce sighed softly, “I’m sorry, but that’s out of my hands.” He tapped his fingers against his desk, looking rather stern about his answer. She was still curious about her father, wondering how he hadn’t gone down with the whole ordeal. Apparently he only stuck to the legal part of it and refused any and all true information about what Roy did. 

“He deserves to meet his child.” Daphne took a deep breath, trying to keep her bottom lip from wobbling as she pressed a quick kiss to the top of Knox’s head. He looked up at her curious, his brown eyes wide and reminding her of Gator’s. She missed looking at Gator. 

“He also has to do his time, just like everyone else. He can’t always get special treatment.” Bruce pointed out what she already knew. She felt guilty about thinking that his punishment should be less, but she also couldn’t help it. She cared about him. There was a difference. 

“I need him there.” She told Bruce softly, knowing that he had no idea of what she had gone through. Ruby’s pregnancies and deliveries had been easy and painless, in her own words. Daphne didn’t know what she would do if she was as weak as last time. She looked at Knox again, wondering if she’d even be able to hold him by the time she had the new baby. 

“Your mother will be there,” Bruce said dismissively, “I’m still working on a conjugal visit.” He said with a nod of his head, acting like it was supposed to make everything better. She paused, figuring that it might work more in their favor. Especially if she got to bring the kids. 

“Even if we’re not married?” She asked him nervously, knowing that the rules were strict. Technically, their state didn’t even allow conjugal visits but they were still trying. 

“We’ll try and work around it,” He replied a second later, “You might be looking at a shotgun wedding though.” He chuckled, looking amused as she shook her head at his words. Marriage was the least of her worries at the moment. 

“Great,” She muttered underneath her breath, “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” She replied slowly, giving Knox another quick squeeze as she tried no to stress over everything that was happening. She reminded herself that things were hard now, but it would be easier soon. Once she had Gator back. Everything would fall back into place.

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“Should you be here?” Gator questioned her, touching the side of his glasses as she took her usual seat. She had to slightly straddle it, her protruding belly too large to sit facing the table. 

“What do you mean?” She asked him curiously, pressing her bangs out of her face before she rested her palm against her belly. The baby was moving, alert and kicking as she suddenly had a strong urge to pee again. That was the worst part about the drive here. 

“You’re just so close to being due,” Gator spit out quickly, “I don’t want something happening. Especially here.” He glanced around, looking like something bad would happen. She shook her head, pausing before she reached forward to take his hands gently in hers.

He was paler than usual and his hair was longer, shaggier despite her asking them to give him a haircut the previous week she had been here. She wondered if he had refused, or if they had just simply chosen not to do it.

He was getting around better with his walking stick, which she was glad about. She was thinking about suggesting a dog once he was free from jail, but she wasn’t yet sure how he’d feel about that. 

“Maybe it should happen here,” She teased, “You could cut the cord.” She told him, thinking that he’d at least be able to hold their baby right away. It killed her to think that he wouldn’t get the skin to skin contact that he had really loved with the twins. 

“With my teeth or-?” Gator asked her, mocking in return as he referenced the lack of sharp tools near them. She grinned, glad that he was doing well enough to keep his humor. She supposed that was a good sign. 

“If that works,” She laughed as she moved his hands around in hers, “I wanted to see you before that. Are you excited?” She asked him, hoping that he would be excited. She watched the way his features remained the same, stoic. She wondered if he was doing that on purpose, just trying to hide himself away so she couldn’t tell how he was feeling. 

“I am,” He told her gently, “I wish I could be there.” He sounded solemn that time but kept his gaze pointed towards the table. He had told her that he was seeing better out of one eye, but still saw nothing out of the other. She still wanted to know why he wouldn’t reveal who had done it. 

“Me too,” She responded, “But my mom will be there. Dad is gonna watch the kids with the help of Noelle and August.” She listed off the plan, hoping that things would go smoothly. All three of them were good with the kids, but they usually had Ruby or herself there to help. They’d be on their own that night. 

“God be with them.” Gator teased, his lips pulling into a smile as he turned in her direction. She stared at the slight stubble on his skin, how he had a fair mustache beginning to show. 

“Yeah,” She grinned in agreement, “I think I’m having a boy.” She said at last as she rubbed her hands over her stomach. Gator reached forward, dragging his palm across the table until he found her baby bump. 

“How do you know?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he continued to drag his palm across her tummy. She grinned at the sensation, enjoying the way their baby fluttered about inside of her. 

“I don’t know,” She said softly, “Just a feeling.” She told him honestly. She didn’t know how to explain it. Her bump looked similar to last time, but she couldn’t base the way she carried the twins then to the baby now. It would be a surprise and she was fine with that. 

“As long as they’re healthy,” He replied gently, smiling at the way the baby kicked against his palm. She wrinkled up her nose, swearing the baby was purposely kicking at her bladder, “Just promise me you’ll be safe.” He said worriedly as he tilted his chin up towards her.

“I will,” She told him, knowing that there were a lot of things that could break that promise, “You be safe too. You’re going to have your hands full when you get out.” She reminded him, then pondered on it for a moment. They would have five kids to watch over soon. 

As June crept around she grew more and more nervous. She wasn’t sure she was ready for another baby, but it was too late to fret about that now. She was really scared about the delivery process. She didn’t know what to do if things went bad again. 

Her contractions didn’t seem as sudden, nor as painful as what she remembered them to be the first time around. Her water broke early in the morning, before anyone got too busy working on the ranch. It was hard leaving Piper and Knox behind for so long, but she knew she’d be back soon. She kept reminding herself that everything would be fine. She needed things to be fine.

“Another boy,” Ruby repeated with a smile, “Oh he’s so sweet. He looks like Knox did.” She was bent over the bed, looking down at the little baby in Daphne’s arms. He did look a lot like Knox. He had a full head of hair, darker like Piper’s. Although, Daphne was almost sure that his eyes were blue. 

“Gator liked the name Noah,” Daphne sniffled as she held her baby close to her chest, “He should be named Noah.” She decided at last, nodding her head as she slowly traced her finger across his little cheeks. 

Her next visit she brought Noah with her, but wasn’t able to tug around the twins with her. She decided she’d bring them on the next visit. It was too hard for her to tug around all three of them at once. Not to mention that Knox and Piper had been a little jealous of the new baby. Gator was also only allowed three visitors at once, no exceptions. She’d work around it somehow. 

“Hi,” Daphne spoke softly, trying to keep herself together as she carried Noah in his car seat, “He’s so excited to see you.” She told him, unable to hide her excitement as she set the little area up. 

“Yeah?” Gator turned up towards her, not quite in her direction but close enough, “How was it? How are you?” She moved close to him, not caring if the guards said anything as she quickly wrapped her arms around him. She squeezed him tightly, thinking about how desperately she missed him.

“Good. It all went well. No issues this time around. I delivered naturally too.” She replied, repeating what she had already told him earlier in the week on the phone. She kissed the top of her head, missing the smell of him. 

“That’s good,” He nodded as he held onto her, inhaling deeply. His voice sounded raw, “I missed you so much.” He mumbled into her chest, sounding just as beat up about the whole ordeal as she did. She felt the same way. 

“I missed you too,” She rubbed her nose against his cheek, sniffling as she pulled away, “Come on. I want you to meet him. He’s a big boy, just like Knox was.” She wiped at her eyes, trying to keep herself from falling apart as she looked back down at the sleepy infant. 

“How big?” Gator asked in excitement, moving around in his chair to better position himself. She paused for a moment, watching the way the guard flinched as if he was expecting Gator to do something bad. 

“Seven pounds, eight ounces,” She grinned as she gently unstrapped Noah from his car seat, “He’s a hungry one too. He latches well.” She grinned as she picked him up, watching the way he scrunched his body into a ball before she handed him gently to Gator. 

“Wow,” She watched, observing the way Gator’s features lit up as he held Noah close, “He is a big guy, isn’t he?” He stared down at him, moving his free hand to push his glasses up onto his long and unruly hair. He looked down at him, squinting his eyes like he was trying really hard to see him. 

“He sleeps really well,” She told him truthfully, “And he doesn’t cry a lot either. He’s a good baby.” She smiled, watching the way Gator blinked a few times as Noah snuggled deeper against his chest. 

“Wow,” Gator brushed his fingers across Noah’s features gently, making the infant’s lips curl into a soft smile, “He has my nose.” He observed, glancing up towards her direction as she nodded her head in agreement. She suddenly felt overfilled with emotions. 

“Yeah,” She covered her mouth, hoping he couldn’t see how she was struggling to keep it together, “Another little Knox. You guys could be triplets.” She laughed, more to herself as she thought about it. They could all dress up together one day. She thought that would be nice. 

“I can’t wait to see him,” He replied, then paused for a moment, “Like really see him.” He mumbled as he continued to trace his fingers across Noah’s features. Daphne thought it must’ve felt good, because Noah let out a little squeak and his lips curled up into a smile again. 

“You are,” She reassured him, sitting closer as he continued to snuggle Noah to his chest, “You picked out a really good name for him.” She told him seriously, liking the way Noah had fitted in. Even if the twins were a little jealous. She thought that they’d warm up soon enough. Especially with them all being so close in age. 

“I thought you picked the boy names?” He teased her softly, still looking content as he rocked Noah in his arms. Daphne paused as she held her phone up, taking a quick picture so she could print it out later. 

“This one felt right,” She said truthfully, “Besides I decided on the middle name. Alexander. Noah Alexander.” She grinned, liking that it matched with Knox’s name. She wasn’t sure if any other kids were in their future, but if there were she’d want to continue the trend. 

“Fits perfectly with Knox Andrew and Piper Sue.” Gator told her, speaking her thoughts as she pressed her palm against her cheek. She leaned forward, touching the tip of her finger against Noah’s long hair. 

“Piper Sue is really cute,” Daphne giggled as she stroked their baby’s forehead, “I’m glad you got to meet him.” 

2021

“Dada!” Piper proclaimed happily, wiggling closer so that she nearly crawled up onto the table. Daphne smiled apologetically as she held onto her, hating that there was a glass wall separating them this time.

Gator’s features still broke into a grin as he leaned forward, pressing his palm flat against the glass as Piper nearly thunked her head against it. Daphne held her back just a bit, then released her once she was safe.

“Hey guys,” Gator’s eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses as he spoke, though she could hear the emotion in his voice, “I missed you both so much.” He cooed, tilting his head against the phone as Piper leaned her face against the glass.

“Kiss.” Piper demanded, her eyebrows knitting together as she roughly pressed her pointer finger against the glass. Daphne sighed as she balanced Knox on her leg. He continued to cling to her, looking a little overwhelmed at the whole visit. 

“Not today, baby,” She apologized gently, “There’s glass here. Daddy can’t get the kiss right now, but it’ll be okay.” She used her free hand to rub Piper’s back, watching the angry look that stayed plastered on the toddler’s features. 

“No.” She said quickly, in the same manner she used when she got peas on her plate. Daphne rubbed at her back, knowing that this would be hard for them to understand.

“She sounds like you.” Gator teased, speaking up as he continued to leave his hand in the same spot. Piper kept poking at it intently, as if it might make the glass disappear. 

“Oh no,” She grinned as she bounced Knox on her knee, earning a little giggle from him as she kissed his cheek, “They have their daddy’s attitude.” She told him as she pushed the hair from Knox’s forehead.

“Hi,” Knox finally spoke up, his voice soft and quiet as he looked at Gator, “Daddy?” He turned his attention up towards Daphne, his brown eyes wide and filled with curiosity. She nodded her head reassuringly.

“Yeah, that’s daddy,” She smiled as she pointed towards Gator again, “Doesn’t he have the coolest shades?” She laughed as she held Knox up, letting him get a better view. He was a little longer than Piper and still heavier, but out of all of the kids he was the one who wanted to cuddle the most. She was sad that Gator was missing that. 

“Yeah,” Knox giggled as he balanced himself on Daphne’s thigh, “Want.” He grinned excitedly, turning his attention towards Piper who had begun to squeal in delight. She was in her own world, trying to match her little hand up with Gator’s. 

“You want them?” Gator grinned widely, “I’ll get you a pair when I get out.” He promised softly, looking relaxed and more calm as the time went by. Daphne smiled in agreement, excited that there was only one more year. They could get through it. 

“Did you enjoy the cake you got?” She asked him, wiggling her face between the two toddlers as they were both sitting up near the glass now. Knox had started to poke his finger against the exposed parts of Gator’s hand, as Piper now had two palms up against his. 

“I did,” Gator agreed, looking amused as he turned his attention towards them. He could see fairly clearly out of one eye now. The last time she came in he had moved in close, pointing out the freckles on her cheek. He wasn’t completely blind out of the other, but he could only make out various shadows and colors. Sometimes he could make out shapes, “It was really delicious.” He added, continuing to wiggle his fingers to get the twins to squeal.

“Good,” She said softly, wishing that there wasn’t a piece of glass between them. She wished that she could pack him up and take him home, “What have you been doing? Are the lessons going any better?” She asked, glad that he had finally taken up to learning braille. He still insisted that he didn’t need it, but she thought it would be helpful. She was trying to get the twins to learn as well.

She listened as he spoke, her heart hammering gently in her chest as she continued to think of how desperately she missed him. She kept reminding herself that it would be soon, but it didn’t make the time tick by any faster. She felt guilty on the days that seemed to feel like months, like she was missing out on how fast the twins were growing. On how Noah was growing. It was all hard.

That Halloween had been particularly hard to find something that everyone would like. Maude and Jessica finally settled on Elsa and Anna after a long battle of who would be who, leaving Daphne to decide that Noah would be a fairly good Olaf. Piper and Knox had grown obsessed with Mickey Mouse, so she felt like it would be a good idea to dress them as Minnie and Mickey. Only Noah had grown fascinated with their ears and kept trying to eat them. 

Hiding the Halloween candy had been even harder. Noah was now at the age where he was wobbling around so whenever Piper or Knox got into something, he wasn’t far behind. His eyes had changed since he was an infant, now matching the same hazel as the other two.

Peeling off the costumes had been another story. She nearly bought a whole other set, just to try and get Piper out of hers. She liked her polka dotted dress, her soft heels and mouse ears. There had been more than one morning that a tantrum had been thrown, just because she wanted a mouse nose and whiskers drawn onto her. 

“Oh,” Daphne paused as she leaned against the door, “Hi.” She blinked in confusion, wrapping her cardigan around her tightly as the brisk November air swept in. Nadine stood in front of her, all bundled up with a child that seemed a little older than Maude and Jessica. 

“Hi,” Nadine answered with a smile, “We brought cookies. Can we come in?” She asked kindly, looking unsure as if she wasn’t really sure why she’d come either. Daphne knew that she had been visiting Gator in jail, but she hadn’t expected her to come here. 

“Um, yeah,” Daphne nodded her head quickly as she moved out of the way, “Sorry about the mess.” She apologized quickly, looking at the scattered toys that lingered about. Ruby and Bruce had a cattle show this weekend. They had been kind enough to take Maude and Jessica with them. Daphne was sure she couldn’t handle the five on her own. Her three kids were ornery enough. 

“It’s okay,” Nadine replied gently, holding onto whom Daphne assumed was her daughter as she walked inside, “I’ve heard that you have your hands full.” She said with a laugh, glancing over as Piper took off chasing after Birdie. Daphne sighed gently.

“Gator?” She asked, locking the door behind her. She shivered as she adjusted to the warm air once again. Noah came forth, apparently deciding that he no longer needed his shirt. 

“Yeah,” She smiled as she nodded her head, “We saw him last week, didn’t we Scotty?” She handed the box of cookies to Daphne before she gave her daughter a soft squeeze. Scotty. Daphne liked that. 

“We did,” Scotty replied in agreement, “I told him about the different types of alligators.” She replied with a shy smile, glancing down as Noah began to tug at Daphne’s pants. She picked him up quickly, then reached for the discarded pacifier he’d thrown earlier. 

“Oh neat,” Daphne said with a smile, “Snakes are his favorite animal.” She told her gently, hoping that would give her some more ideas about what to speak to Gator about. She knew that he enjoyed the company. She wished she could be with him all the time. 

“Cool,” Scotty replied, “Are these my cousins then?” She looked at Noah eagerly, having the same look in her eye that everyone else did when they wanted to hold him. Noah was a nice mixture of Knox and Piper. He didn’t mind being held by others, but he still preferred to be held by someone that he knew. 

“Yeah,” Nadine nodded her head, “Looks like you have a bunch.” She laughed, moving out of the way as Piper came into the room once again. She was holding Birdie gently, triumphantly as the large cat seemed to have just given up. Daphne ensured that he wasn’t actually bothered before she let Piper get too far. 

“Three of them,” Daphne smiled, “Do you want to hold him?” She asked, motioning Noah out towards Scotty. 

“Can I?” She grinned in excitement, looking at Daphne and then back to her mother. Daphne nodded her head, smiling as she slowly passed the chunky baby off towards Scotty. 

“Sure,” She said gently, “He’s learning how to move, so he’s a little wiggly.” She warned her, knowing that Noah wouldn’t stay long before he had to be on the move again. 

“What’s his name?” Nadine asked, glancing down as Scotty balanced him in her arms. He had his eyebrows raised, his eyes glued to her as he appeared to be unimpressed. Like he was trying to decide if he liked them or not. 

“Noah,” Daphne smiled, “And this one is Piper and this is Knox.” She responded as she touched each of their hands. Knox jolted, looking surprised as he looked at the two strangers. 

“Hi.” Piper waved, grinning from ear to ear as she held up her little shaker toy. Knox wobbled away, whining as he gripped a hold of Daphne’s knee this time.

“He’s not very talkative,” She apologized, wincing as she bent over to pick Knox up, “That’s okay though, isn’t it?” She asked him as she kissed his cheek. He did like to talk, but only when he felt comfortable enough to do so. Knox nodded as he touched his sticky hands to her face. 

“He looks like Gator,” Nadine piped up, slowly holding out a finger until Knox worked up the courage to hold onto her and shake it, “He’s very strong. That’s good.” Knox giggled as he quickly pulled away, hiding his face in the crook of Daphne’s neck. 

“How have you been?” Daphne asked her, feeling odd to speak to her at all. It had been so long and she never really knew Nadine that well either. She rocked Knox back and forth as Scotty got dragged away by Piper, apparently becoming part of some sort of new game. 

“I’ve been really good,” Nadine answered with a smile, “And I go by Dorothy now. Or Dot. I think it suits me a lot better.” She told her as she played with the hem of her jacket. 

“Dot,” Daphne nodded her head in agreement, “That’s a really pretty name.” She told her truthfully, pulling out a seat so they could both sit down. Knox sighed dramatically as he dropped his head to her chest, signaling her that he was getting tired. 

“Your mom used to put on The Wizard of Oz all the time,” Dot replied slowly, “I guess I owe her for making me fall in love with the movie.” She said with a soft laugh, although Daphne didn’t think she owed them anything. She wished they could’ve done more to prevent her situation. Especially her parents. 

“She’s very particular about her tastes,” Daphne agreed with a smile, “Is there something I could help you with?” She asked a second later, sure that Dot had come here for some reason. 

“I just wanted to say thank you,” Dot said as she played with the sleeves on her cardigan, “Gator said you tipped the cops off.” Daphne blinked in surprise, feeling like she hadn’t done nearly enough. She had been so panicked about what happened to Gator that day that she had barely thought about anyone else.

“I tried,” She replied gently, “I didn’t know what else to do. I wish I had done more but he went missing and well-, it sort’ve took up everything else.” She did her best to explain, feeling guilty all over again. 

“I understand,” Dot nodded her head, “I would’ve been the same way if it was my Wayne. I’m glad you two got together. It’s sweet.” She smiled genuinely, making Daphne flush as she thought about how jealous she’d been of Dot’s relationship with Gator at one point. That had been such a long time ago. 

“Me too,” Daphne replied gently, “He’s doing a lot better you know? Now that his dad isn’t around.” She nodded her head, hoping that it would stay that way. Roy was like poison. Even though he was locked away, Gator did seem a lot more content. 

“He seems a lot happier,” Dot drew out softly, “You know if you need somewhere to live after, my neighborhood is super safe. Well, usually.” She added, then quickly shook her head like Daphne wouldn’t understand. 

“Yeah?” Daphne asked her softly, “I haven’t even thought about where we’d go yet.” She was a little surprised, sure that Dot was asking them to move nearby. That would be nice. Different. The fresh start that they probably needed. 

“We could be neighbors, all of us,” Dot suggested with a smile, “You know, I bet Wayne could even get Gator a job. He’s a car salesman.” She continued on, beginning to paint a nice picture in Daphne’s mind. She glanced at the kids, thinking that they would like that. 

“That would be something,” Daphne replied, feeling a little less lost about their future, “Thank you.” 

2022

“Okay,” Daphne checked over the twins again, ensuring that they were both clean and put together before they walked inside, “Do you remember the rules?” She asked them seriously, nearly wishing that she had gotten the backpacks with the leashes. She balanced Noah in her arms, although he was clearly wanting to get down and wiggle too. 

“No.” Piper said, grinning widely as she rocked from foot to foot. Knox turned his attention, his brown eyes wide like this was the first time Daphne had spoken to them. 

“The rules were to stay next to me,” Daphne repeated gently, “And to use our inside voices. Does that ring a bell?” She asked them, waiting until she had three little heads nodding back at her. 

“Uh huh.” Noah answered as he looked down at his siblings. More often than not, people mistook the kids as triplets. Sometimes they assumed that the twins were Knox and Noah and that Piper was the younger one. 

“Are you ready to see daddy?” She smiled at them as they waited at the door. It had been a long time coming, “He’s going to be so happy to see you.” She told them, thinking that he would be so excited to finally get his arms around them. 

“I miss him.” Knox answered as he pouted his little lips out. She had styled his hair back today, matching Noah once again. She thought that Gator would like it if they all mirrored him. 

“He missed you three too,” Daphne reassured as she held onto them, “Now daddy might be tired, okay? But that’s fine. We’re going to take him home.” She nodded her head again, but it was no use. They had all lost track of what she was saying.

They all snapped their heads up in unison at the sound of the door opening, then at the way the walking stick tapped against the floor. Daphne felt her heart race, her cheeks flush as she immediately moved forward. She could touch him, could hug him and hold him for as long as she wanted. 

“Daddy,” Piper’s little voice rang out, her voice chipper as she waddled her way forward, “Hi!” She exclaimed, beating everyone else as she threw her hands up dramatically. Noah wiggled down next, wobbling behind as Daphne realized for the first time that his shoes and socks were gone. 

“Hey,” He grinned from ear to ear, squatting down as he held his arms out towards them, “Oh wow. Look at how big you’ve gotten!” He squeezed both of them into a giant hug, rocking them back and forth for the longest time.

Noah began to babble about something, speaking faster than anyone could understand as Piper did her best to talk over him. Daphne nudged Knox along slowly, noticing the shy expression on his features. It had been some time since Gator had been able to really hold him. 

“Hewwo,” Knox breathed out shyly as he pulled his thumb from his mouth, “I miss you.” He kept his head down for a moment before he moved forward, only to be swept up by Gator as well.

“Look at all of you,” Gator mused as he held them tightly, giving each of them a forehead kiss, “I missed you all so much.” His voice rattled a bit as he spoke. His eyes were covered with the new pair of shades that they had gotten for him on his last visit. 

“Go home!” Piper exclaimed happily, slightly muffled by where she had her face buried into the crook of his neck. Daphne admired him for a moment, trying to decide the best way to wiggle her way into the hug.

His hair was longer than usual, floppy and grown out from the usual way he’d preferred it to be shaved. He claimed that they didn’t do it right in prison, but she had been wondering if he was enjoying the different way it felt. Especially since Roy couldn’t call him any names for having longer hair now.

“Of course,” Gator grinned as he stood, setting them down for a moment so he could grasp Daphne, “I missed you most.” He mumbled as he brushed his lips against hers. She clung to him for just a moment, her heart aching at how desperately she’d missed him too. It was fleeting as six little hands began to tug on them, forcing them apart. Daphne savored his warmth all the same, knowing she’d get him on her own later.

“I parked towards the front,” She responded as she picked Noah up, trusting him the least, “Do you have everything?” She asked him, glancing at the little clear bag he had on his side. Noah pressed his palms against Daphne’s shoulder, trying to get her attention as he babbled about something. 

“Right here,” He responded as he folded his walking stick up and took Piper in one hand and Knox in the other, “I’m ready.” Piper stared at where he put the stick, looking like she was plotting on how to get her hands on it later. 

As always, getting them into their car seats was a fight. Knox was always the most easy going about it, meanwhile Noah clashed and whined and kicked his feet the whole time. He did not

“Daddy, hold me.” Piper squeaked out once Daphne got into the driver's seat, her hair messy and nerves a little shot. She stared up into the rearview mirror, sure that she had heard wrong. 

“He can’t baby,” Daphne replied as she looked back at where Piper was struggling to break free, “You need to sit in your big girl seat.” Daphne explained, watching as Piper’s face began to grow red in frustration. She continued to whine, squirming about.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?” Gator questioned, “Just for today.” He said slowly, almost like he was regretting speaking up. She nodded her head quickly, not even thinking about how he probably did want to hold them. 

“Okay,” She agreed softly, “Just this one time.” She told her, reaching back expertly to get her unhooked and moved onto Gator’s lap. She melted against him, beaming happily as she moved her little arms around his bicep. 

“Me too mommy.” Knox said so sweetly, flashing his big brown eyes as he held his hands out expectantly. Daphne shook her head gently as she got him unhooked, smiling at the way his face lit up as well. 

“You too,” She agreed as she moved Knox onto Gator’s lap next, “Just no fighting.” She told them seriously, watching the way Gator moved his gaze down to them. 

“You two don’t fight, do you?” He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking at them expectantly like there was no way they’d do such a thing. Knox grinned as he pulled his hand up to cover his lips, having the decency to at least look bashful. 

“No,” Piper giggled, smiling brightly to herself, “Not evew.” She said as she rested her head against Gator’s chest. He leaned down, holding onto them both tightly before rocking them back and forth. Daphne supposed it wasn’t a complete lie. Piper and Knox really didn’t fight. It was Noah and Piper that she had to keep her eyes on at all times. 

“Good,” Gator smiled as he rested his forehead against theirs, earning another round of giggles from them, “You’ve been really good for mama then?” He questioned them seriously this time, a small smile fluttering to his lips at their back and forth banter. 

“Always,” Knox piped up, a shy smile forming on his lips as he rested his cheek against Gator’s chest, “Mama good.” He said with a nod of his head. Daphne knew it wasn’t always good. Even trying to leave with them this morning had been rough. But suddenly she felt like it didn’t matter. 

“Me!” Noah whined, “Me! Me!” Daphne shook her head, not phased by him wanting to follow along with his older siblings at all. She pulled him free next, holding onto him carefully as he wriggled in her arms. Gator took him gently, then balanced him on his lap with Piper. Noah’s face scrunched up in delight, his eyes shining with joy.

“And you too, big guy,” Gator teased as he brushed his fingers against Noah’s exposed toes, “You’re huge too.” He commented, looking pleased at the way Noah giggled in response. 

“Fat.”

“Piper,” Daphne looked down at them quickly, “Don’t call your brother fat.” She told her quickly, pausing before she began to reverse out of the spot. Piper and Noah certainly had a harder time getting along. 

“It twue.” Piper replied in a matter-of-fact way, her top lip puckered up and her eyebrows raised as she looked at Daphne. Daphne sighed as she turned away, knowing that Piper could argue for hours. 

“That’s all you.” Gator commented, looking amused as he glanced towards her. He moved a hand between the two toddlers, trying to keep Noah from poking at Piper. Knox sat on his own, watching the other two in exasperation. 

“Yeah,” Daphne muttered as Piper continued to give her the same look, “I know.” She replied, turning her attention back to the road as Noah started to babble once again. He spoke fast, his words blending together as he gestured his arms about. Piper swatted at him, looking irritated once again. 

“You’re all perfect,” Gator grinned as he kissed their cheeks, pulling them close so they’d all likely forget their annoyances with the other, “I don’t ever want to let you go.” He inhaled deeply as he held onto them, making some of them squeal from his firm grip. 

“Okay,” Knox giggled as he snuggled closer, never one to deny cuddles, “I like that.” He proclaimed with a smile. Daphne watched them for a moment, shaking her head as she increased the volume on the stereo.

“I hope you like baby music,” She told Gator seriously as the song began to play, instantly gaining a chorus of cheers from the toddlers, “You’ll get used to it.” She grinned at his raised eyebrow, knowing that it would take some getting used to. She was fairly certain she listened to music for the kids, more than she listened to her own at this point. 

The drive seemed to be a lot shorter than before, which was more than fine with her. She was excited to bring Gator back, even if they no longer had their own home. They could figure that out later. 

Piper and Knox fell asleep on the way back, but Noah stayed wide awake and continued to coo and chatter about whatever was on his mind. Daphne knew that he was fighting sleep, doing whatever he could to avoid naps. He hated them, unlike the other two.

“Here,” Daphne paused as she picked up Knox, balancing him awkwardly in one hand before she reached for Piper next. The house wasn’t that far away. She was fairly certain she could carry them inside without dropping them, “I’ve got them.” She reassured him, although she could feel her arms struggling under their weight. She’d never fully felt like she got her strength back.

She only held them for a second before Gator took Knox from her arms. Noah had wiggled down, determined to move on his own as he waddled towards the front door. Gator grinned as he peered down at her, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest. She couldn’t believe it’d been so long since they’d been this close. 

She linked their fingers together, holding onto him tightly as they followed behind Noah. He was banging his fists on the door, glancing towards them in confusion like he didn’t fully understand why it wouldn’t open. Gator hesitated as he opened the door, looking like he was unsure about being back before he walked inside. Daphne followed closely behind, but made a beeline for the

“Hi, Gator,” Ruby greeted as she kissed both of his cheeks, “Oh, I’m so glad that you’re back.” She held onto him gently, smiling brightly as Noah zigzagged between all of their legs. 

“Me too.” He mused softly, still looking a little worried. He paused, crouching down low to greet Birdie who had slowly approached. He rubbed his head against Gator’s palm, purring at the attention. 

“Good to see you, son,” Bruce waved as he lazily handed Noah one of the discarded toys, “When are you going to propose to my daughter?” He asked, making Daphne’s features drop as she snapped her head towards him in horror. 

“Dad!” Daphne whined, face flushing as she shook her head, “Ignore him. There’s no rush.” She squeaked out, noticing that Gator’s face looked just as red as hers felt. 

“Three kids,” Bruce mumbled, “You’re not getting any younger.” He shook his head, looking like he didn’t know what the big deal was as he flicked his eyes back down to the book he was reading. 

“Bruce,” Ruby replied next, “You can’t just rush these things.” She shook her head, looking just as dismissive. Daphne balanced Piper in her arms again, hoping that this wouldn’t lead to another conversation about Hugh. She’d heard it all recently. 

“They rushed everything else,” He continued to mumble underneath his breath, “But what do I know.” Gator turned towards Daphne sheepishly, looking like he was about to say something before Noah began to tug at his left arm. He flinched, not expecting the movement.

“Ball.” Noah grinned happily, excited with his find as he held up the toy. Gator turned a little to better look at him, mirroring his smile as he took it in his free hand.

“Oh wow,” He drew out dramatically, “This is so cool, buddy.” He brushed his fingers through Noah’s hair, making him giggle before he took the ball from Gator’s hands once again. 

“Do you want to see the rooms?” Daphne asked him instead, hoping to make his transition a little easier. She didn’t want Bruce to badger Gator. She was sure he felt awkward enough. Gator nodded his head, using his free hand to take Noah’s as they headed towards the stairs. 

“Maude and Jessica will be home from school soon,” Ruby spoke up, “They’re excited to see you too.” She told him and Daphne nodded along quickly, knowing that they had missed him a lot too.

“They sleep down here,” Daphne pointed out, taking her time to show everything to him, “Piper has her own room at the moment. I moved the boys in together.” She pulled Piper’s door open, showing off the Tinker Bell themed room before she let Piper relax in her bed. 

“Yeah?” Gator grinned, watching as Noah rushed forward into his shared room, “Wow. This is where you live?” He teased him, still holding onto Knox as he looked around. The boys had agreed upon staying with the farm theme, although they were all currently obsessed with Bluey. 

“Mhm,” Noah smiled as he moved towards the bookshelf, “Mama, mama.” He whined as he pointed, standing on the tips of his toes as if he could grow and reach it. He furrowed his eyebrows together tightly and pouted out his bottom lip. 

She walked forward, picking up the toy car he was wanting. His little brown eyes lit up in joy as he held it to his chest, doing his best to mimic the sound of the engine roaring as he looked up at her.

“Thank you.” He told her, the th sound making an f instead. He waddled back towards Gator, grinning happily. Gator paused as he set Knox down into one of the beds. He looked at the car Noah was holding, grinning as he roughly clawed at his pants.

“Is that your favorite toy?” Gator asked as he picked him up. He smiled as he kissed the side of Noah’s cheek, while Noah showed the little red car off.

“Mhm, no,” Noah answered thoughtfully as he stared down at the car, twisting it between his chunky fingers, “I like.” He nodded his head, looking proud of his answer as Gator bounced him in his arms again.

“He’s a silly one,” Daphne smiled as she brushed her fingers across Noah’s exposed toes, “He still hates naps and bananas.” She pointed out, thinking that it was funny that the twins enjoyed the other two things quite a bit.

“Well how about that,” Gator grinned, watching as Noah intensely began to drive the car against his shoulder, “So, are you going to show me your room or do I have to work for it?” He asked, his lips curling into a smirk as Daphne felt herself flush once again.

“Mhm, I guess,” She grinned playfully as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “Not much changed, not really. I kept a lot of things from our room.” She told him honestly. Her former childhood room now reflected the room that they’d built together. She liked it.

“Did you go through my things?” He asked hesitantly as he looked around the room. She rested her hands on her hips as she shook her head.

“We just tried to quickly move it all without unpacking,” She told him as she glanced around, “I tried to keep up with washing most of them, but then it started to not smell like you.” She replied honestly, smiling sheepishly as she dragged her fingertips against his dresser. 

“Cheesy,” He smiled softly as he watched her, “I really thought you’d kick me out.” He said a little softer as he turned his attention back to Noah, who had started making car noises again.

“That’s stupid,” She said with a laugh as she held onto his waist, “I love you too much for that. Besides, I spent way too many years pining over you. You’re stuck with me.” She nodded her head, liking the way his cheeks turned pink. Just a little bit.

Noah crashed not long after that, the events of the day finally catching up to him as he drooled and slumbered into the crook of Gator’s shoulder. Daphne didn’t protest as Gator held him the whole time, knowing that he was more worried about bonding with him since he didn’t get the same amount of time with him. 

“So we can look at different areas to live,” She started to explain, pulling up the tablet at the different places she’d been living at, “We can get you on for disability, then we can find-,” 

“I don’t need that.” Gator interjected as he sat up a little bit from his position. Noah barely stirred, but Knox and Piper both turned towards him in interest. They were like little ducklings, just a few steps behind him no matter where he went.

They had retired to their room to rest before dinner. She had brought the twins along once they had woken up as they were still excited about Gator being back home. They had a million questions and both of them had to show off their favorite toys, blankets and stuffed animals before Gator had been allowed to sit down. 

“Huh?” She looked at him curiously, “It’s nothing bad. It would just be to help.” She told him seriously, 

“I can see from this eye,” He told her seriously, “My bad one I can make out certain shapes and colors. It’s not that bad.” He shrugged his shoulders, almost irritated that she had even suggested that. She watched him for a moment, knowing at the moment that neither of them had any sort of income. 

“It would just be for support,” She told him gently, “We could use the money.” She added a second later, hoping that he might not be so stubborn about it. She didn’t know what places would really hire him. Not because of his sight, but because of his past. 

“I don’t want it as long as I can work.” He replied, smiling brightly as Piper passed him a fake tea cup. He held up his pinky finger as he pretended to drink it, earning a giggle from her. 

“Okay,” She told him gently, “So what would you be doing?” She asked him, knitting her eyebrows together as she tried to get a sense of what his plan was. She hadn’t spent the past few years completely out of work. She’d tried a few different places, but each time it seemed that she got shooed away because of what Gator had been involved in. This town didn’t want them. They just needed out. 

“Maybe I could do something with welding,” He replied gently, “Or truck driving. If they let me do that.” He mused off, making her shake her head as she continued to scroll on her tablet, glancing at the houses that were listed. Bismarck wasn’t too far away. 

“You’re funny,” She smiled as she curled up to his side, “Especially if you think you can go anywhere without me again.” She told him seriously. She didn’t want to lose him ever again. 

“I’d pack you all up into the truck,” He teased, “It’d be a little tight.” He said with a laugh, making her grin as she thought about it. She was sure that the kids would find a way to be pleased. “Just a bit,” She agreed with a smile, “Wayne said you always have a place to start with him.” She suggested slowly, wondering if Dot had said anything else about it to him. She thought that it sounded fun. Her parents had even said they’d move too, just for the extra support. 

“I don’t want to rely on him.” Gator brushed her off as he began to thread his fingers through Noah’s hair. The youngest boy sighed, stretching out a little bit before he curled back up into Gator’s chest. 

“You wouldn’t be,” She told him as she sat up to look at him better, “You’d be working underneath him. And the guy is super nice.” She told him, knowing that Wayne wouldn’t think that at all. She’d met him now a few times. 

“I’m nice.” Gator said as he furrowed his eyebrows together, smiling as the twins started to clamber over towards him. Piper stalled, pouting as she realized that Knox was currently blocking her way.

“The nicest,” Daphne corrected with a smile, “And we’re so lucky to have you.” She told him truthfully, feeling like her world was slowly coming back into place. 

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Dinner was a mess of pasta sauce and thrown noodles, plenty of leftovers for Birdie to munch up off of the floor. He was good at grabbing it, no matter how hard Daphne tried to keep the kids from feeding him. They always found a way.

Gator seemed to enjoy bath time, even when Noah started to whine and cry about having to actually get into the water. Although he quickly grew fascinated by the rubber duck that Gator kept booping against his nose. The bubbles from the tub seemed never ending by the time it came to dry them off.

She let him take the reins in laying them down, enjoying the tight way he held onto them and the gentle way he kissed their foreheads. She wondered if he knew just how good of a dad he was. He was much better than his father. Then even hers. She was proud of him. 

She liked that Gator was able to bond with their children again, but she was even happier once they were asleep and she got him all to her own. She curled up behind him on the bed, threading her fingers through his chest hair as she buried her smile into his skin. 

She brushed her lips against his gently, thinking of how desperately she had missed him. She moved her fingers across his shoulders, soaking in the feeling of his warmth as she deepened the kiss. 

She slid her tongue against his slowly, pressing the tips of their tongues together. He sighed against her mouth as he brushed his fingers across the curve of her cheek, slowly turning so he could face her better. 

He still tasted the same, still melted in a similar manner against her mouth. She cupped the side of his cheek, lightly pressing her thumb into his flesh. His tongue continued to swirl against hers, dragging slowly before he flicked it against the roof of her mouth. 

He dragged his palms against her sides, touching her gently as she pulled him closer to her. She pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth, then traveled further down his neck as the moans from his lips grew louder.

He sat up a bit, molding his mouth against hers once again as she dragged her fingers against the hem of his pajama pants. She could feel his cock hardening against her hip, making her smirk as she slowly began to grind her hips down against him.

“Fuck,” He hissed out as he brought his palms against her waist, “Missed you.” He mumbled again as she peered down at him, grinning at the longing look he held. She crawled on top of him slowly, bringing his hands to her hips as she slowly pulled his pants down.

“Missed you too,” She told him softly, biting down on her bottom lip as she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. She stroked him slowly, feeling her own desire burning between her legs as she watched the way he rocked his hips forward, “Thought about you so much.” She admitted, rolling her hips forward as she continued to drag her hand up and down the length of his cock.

“Yeah?” He whispered out huskily, his lips parted and cheeks pink as he continued to stare up at her, “Did your pretty tang miss me?” He teased, making her eyelashes flutter as he began to rub his thumb against her throbbing clit.

“Wanna feel for yourself?” She giggled softly, her body alighting into sparks as she pulled her panties aside slowly. She brought his long fingers against her wet folds. She whined at the feeling, grinding herself against his digits as a hazy expression grew over his features.

“Little slut,” He teased, his voice raspy as he continued to press his fingers against her slick pussy. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared up at her, “Wanna ride my cock?” He questioned, looking a little desperate as he wiggled himself back onto the bed.

She grinned, enjoying the way his eyes stayed locked onto her as she slowly pressed his pink tip against her fluttering hole. She gaped at the feeling, rolling her hips forward so his cock slowly slid inside of her.

She moaned at the feeling, completely in awe at the sensation of being filled by him once again. Her walls slightly burned at the intrusion before she quickly welcomed him, sinking down on him slowly as the pleasure shot through her body.

“Daphne,” He groaned as he took a hold of her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slowly lifted her an inch forward before he pressed her roughly back down. She whimpered in awe of being filled full of him, “Jesus, fuck.” 

She pressed her hands against the side of his face, gently holding him as she raised his head slowly. She brushed her lips against his gently, savoring the taste of his groans against her mouth as she adjusted to the stretch of his cock. 

“Feels good,” She whimpered as she slowly began to gain a rhythm, her mind fuzzy and eyes closing as she held onto him. She felt a cry leave her lips at the sensation of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves, sending tingles of pleasure all through her body, “Gator! Oh God.” She whined, unsure of how someone could make her feel so good.

His fingertips continued to dig into her skin as he ghosted a series of kisses along her mouth, slowly thrusting his hips up with her movements as she moved her palms to his shoulders. She held onto him tightly, feeling her own moans rolling off of her tongue as she continued to rock herself along the length of his cock. 

She savored the drag of his cock, the way he curved and throbbed inside of her spongy walls. Her palms grew warm against his skin and her hips ached from how tightly he was gripping her. She didn’t push him away, rather encouraged him as she pressed herself down harder against his thick cock.

“You’re so pretty,” He mumbled as he brought his hands up to her tits, squeezing them in his hands as she continued to rock against him, “So fucking beautiful.” He grunted, his eyebrows furrowing together as he began to thrust up into her harder. She whined, enjoying the growing sound of their bodies meeting as it filled the room.

She found it hard to answer, her pussy clamping down around him as she felt another rush of pleasure rush through her body as he began to roll her nipples between his thick fingers. Her body felt on fire as his hands continued to wander over the curve of her body, like he was memorizing her. 

“You’re pretty,” She whispered softly between her gasps, enjoying the way his eyes widened and a fresh flush spread over his skin. She leaned down again, switching her position just a bit as she pressed a sloppy kiss against his parted lips. He groaned, moving his hands to her backside as he rutted up into her lazily, “Oh, fuck.” She whined, clinging to him as she felt her orgasm approaching. 

He held onto her tightly, rocking his cock deep inside of her as she came with a cry. She whined as her forehead fell against his, her moans loud as her walls fluttered around his thick girth. She clung to him, her skin sweaty and breathing labored as she felt her strength slipping away.

“Fuck, fuck,” Gator cursed against the side of her cheek, sending shivers down her ear as he thrusted up roughly. His movements began to stall, his sounds more desperate as he bottomed out inside of her, “Jesus, fuck.” He cursed, his cock throbbing as he came inside of her.

She whimpered, clearly knowing that they should be safer but for the time being she didn’t care. She had missed him too much to bother being worried about it at the moment. She rested against him, her body shaking as he began to brush his lips against the side of her neck. 

She panted softly, enjoying the sensation of him breathing against her skin as they both came down from their high. She brushed her fingers through his long locks, thinking about how lucky she was to have him. Even through their mistakes and hardships. They were meant to be.

Life was good.

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Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

Gator Tillmann x Daphne Williams (oc)

Some little fics of my loves <3 will take requests for them too! Coming soon.

Headcanons

Something Blue

Sunday

Disney

Peanut Brittle

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SFW 14 + NSFW 3 for Gator/Daphne & SFW 2 + NSFW 9 for Billy/Kim? 💚

Daphne/Gator

Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind? Lmaoooo Gator is for sure the one with the highest maintenance. Daphne doesn't mind at all, although sometimes she has to remind him that it's okay to have a calm day <3

Any kinks they clash on? Not really. They're both kind of nasty lmao. I think they've tried just about everything once.

Kim/Billy

Who's the messiest? The cleanest? Kim is the messiest for sure lmao. Billy is very neat and put together and she has a bit of a scatterbrain (but damn it she knows that she put the blue colored pencil in her basket of socks so?)

Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs? Kim looooves dirty talking and gets flustered by it so easily. I'd say her new turn off would have to be food play (rip). Billy's biggest turn on is probably kissing Kim and watching how red she gets hehe. His biggest turn off is probably bad hygiene.

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I'm still glad I got to do this 👉🏽👈🏽🩷

Posting my beloveds for full potential now, I just love them 🥰 thank you again @floredaqueen !!!!

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Baby it's Cold Outside

12 Days of Christmas

Gator Tillman x fem!OC (Daphne Williams)

Daphne and Gator get snowed in at a Christmas party.

CW: unprotected sex

The air was crisp, cool from the snow that was pouring down outside the crowded home. Her elbow was crowded up against Oliver’s as she peeked out the window, sure that her boots would be soaked when she trudged back to her truck. 

She didn’t understand how people didn’t enjoy the cold. She loved it. Adored it. She thought it was much better than the hot, sunny summers. Although she did enjoy those warm days too. But there was a specific reason for that.

She turned her head away from the window, a smile still plastered to her lips, as Oliver continued to whine about how he wasn’t prepared for the snow. But she was no longer listening. She was searching instead. 

Gator.

She caught his eye from across the room, her heart beating roughly inside of her chest at the lazy grin that had formed on his lips. He was speaking to August about something, probably some dumb game that had been on. Or hunting.

She swore she could see the amusement twisting in his brown eyes, swirling around as she was unable to turn away. Sometimes she wondered how no one else picked up on the tension, how no one else noticed that it was taking everything in her to keep from gliding across the room to him. 

“Do you want some more punch?” She asked as she turned back towards Oliver, meeting his similar blue eyes. He cocked his eyebrows at her, then glanced briefly towards Gator before he shook his head.

“I’m fine.” He answered with a little shake of his head. She bit her bottom lip, taking back what she had thought earlier. He had always been suspicious despite her many reassurances. She shoved his arm hard, earning a little grunt from him before she walked towards the opposite side of the room.

She took her time, pretending to listen to other conversations and add a word here and there. Just to make it seem like she was actually interested. Like she wasn’t trying to reach a certain someone.

She held her hands behind her back, grinning from ear to ear as she took slow steps towards Gator. He was leaning against the wall, a half smile painted on his lips as he nursed his cup of punch. He had more than likely added a shot. Or two. And she was sure that he had pre-gamed before this as well. 

“Hi,” She whispered softly as she stood in front of him, “Funny seeing you here.” She replied as she glanced around, ensuring that no one was lingering too close by. 

“Oh yeah?” He questioned in agreement, “I wouldn’t at all expect me to be in my house on Christmas.” He stated with a dry laugh, looking amused as she took another step closer. She thought that he looked really nice. 

His hair was slicked back as usual, his sweater was a mossy green. Just the right shade to bring out the color in his eyes. She let her eyes drag down his long legs for a moment, surprised at the pair of jeans on him. 

“Your dads house.” She pressed her lips together as she retorted back, stepping a little closer so she could breathe in the cologne that he was wearing. 

“Oh,” He laughed, grinning in amusement, “That’s a bit of a low blow, isn’t it?” He questioned as he held a knuckle out, dragging it over her funny looking sweater. 

“I still live at home,” She laughed, resisting the urge to reach out and grab a hold of the sweater he was wearing. It wasn’t an odd design like her own. Just a simple green, soft and smooth, “Sadly. It doesn’t leave us with a lot of hiding areas.” She added, thinking of her many siblings. It was always crowded there.

He tilted his head as he inspected her for a moment, hazel eyes warm as his lips curled into a real grin this time. They had been messaging earlier, just enough that she had felt sneaky enough to send a picture of what she was wearing underneath her ugly sweater and long skirt. She was dying to know just how badly it had affected him. 

“Do you want to come up to my room?” He asked a second later, glancing over at where their parents were chatting away. Probably about something boring. 

“Can we?” She asked him, holding her fingers together as she awaited his answer. It felt silly to ask, but she didn’t want everyone else in the room to question where they had gone. It would just bring up more teasing, which was dumb. Her and Gator were just friends. 

“We are adults.” He reminded her dryly, lips turning into a little smile. She felt a strong urge to step forward and kiss the smug look off of him. He drove her crazy. 

“Might make some people suspicious.” She added playfully, swaying her weight from foot to foot as her heart raced roughly inside of her chest. She inhaled deeply, trying to keep herself calm and relaxed. 

“You’ve stayed over before,” He shrugged his shoulders, “Who really cares?” He asked as he fiddled in his pocket, more than likely playing with his vape. It had become a bad habit for him. 

“My dad,” She grinned, “Your dad.” She added as she tilted her head, gaining a little laugh from him. He was more relaxed tonight. She liked that. 

“True.” He said as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes holding onto her as he waited for her answer. She took a step back, turning her chin towards the staircase. 

“Lead the way, Cowboy.” She told him seriously, knowing she wouldn’t resist the time that she had with him. Even if it meant that they might get caught. 

She pretended to be coy, as relaxed as possible as she followed him up the stairs. He was right. She was grown. She didn’t really have to pretend like they were just going up there to chat and be innocent. But she still feared getting in trouble at the same time. It was odd. 

“Make yourself at home.” He teased as he held the door open for her, lingering close as she took a few steps inside. She was sure that it hadn’t changed since his Sophomore year of high school. 

“The bikini models make it very comfortable in here,” She agreed, “I totally don’t feel judged at all.” She told him, nodding her head softly. He had definitely added a few more photos here and there. 

“Hey,” He laughed as he scooted over a bit, moving to point to at a picture on the wall, “You apologize to my best girl right now.” He said quickly, sternly. She turned in confusion, feeling a little jealous, until she got a good look at where he was pointing. 

“Gator,” She flushed, eyes widening, “Why would you pin that picture up?” She whined, trying to grab it off the wall. She did not want her chest fully on display. Anyone could see it. It was embarrassing, but it left her flattered at the same time. 

“Uh uh,” He shook his head quickly, laughing as he gripped her wrists and rolled over on top of her, “I’ve had that up for forever. See, you don’t pay attention to the models.” He grinned as he peppered a few kisses over her face. 

“You’re the worst.” She teased softly, letting her fingers brush through his little strands of hair that had fallen loose in their movements. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying not to focus on the heat that was radiating from their bodies. 

“You love it.” He replied deviously, eyes twinkling as he pulled her closer to him. He was right. She loved every bit of it. Of him. But she wouldn’t say that out loud. She didn’t want to run him away. 

She hoped that he was able to read her desires through her actions instead as she pressed her palms against his chest, tilting her head and pressed her lips against his. They molded together perfectly, fitting like a missing puzzle piece as she licked away the bitter taste of alcohol on his lips. 

His hands moved swiftly to her sweater, tugging it off of her body as he briefly pulled away from her. She giggled as she moved her messy hair out of her face, having just a quick second to catch her breath before his hands were on her again.

She moaned against his mouth as he squeezed at her bony hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he captured her bottom lip between his teeth. She whimpered as he tugged softly, his fingers brushing across her sensitive ribs as he reached for her bra. 

“S’pretty,” He grinned as he traced his hands across the red lace. She exhaled sharply as he brushed his thumb across her hardened nipple, her arousal sticking against her panties, “You got this all for me, huh?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” She teased as her face burned, his eyes holding a knowing look in them. She definitely had, but he didn’t need to let his ego get any bigger, “I just happened to be wearing it tonight.” She grinned, clit burning as he leaned forward and licked her lips.

“Mhm,” He hummed as he reached around, carefully unsnapping the bra, “Well I like it regardless.” He replied, eyes glued to her chest as he slowly began to pull the material off of her. 

“I think it’s supposed to stay on.” She commented as she gripped his wrist playfully. She brought his fingertips up to her mouth, kissing his skin softly. She savored the taste of him, slowly bringing two of his fingers into her mouth before she began to suck on them. 

“I like it better off,” He commented gruffly, leaning forward to peck her lips again. She giggled as he tossed the bra over his shoulder, apparently not enjoying it that much as his hands fell to her boobs, “You look better like this anyways.” He hummed as he leaned down, licking a broad swipe against each nipple.

She moaned at the feeling, pressing her fingers through his hair gently as he took turns sucking on each one gently. She rocked her hips forward slowly, gasping at the feeling of her clit against his thick thighs.

“Calm down,” He teased as he looked up at her, his body sliding off of hers as he kissed his lips down the curve of her body, “This little tang that needy, huh?” He mocked as he fell to his knees on the floor, his nose brushing against her thigh as he pressed her legs apart.

“Just excited,” She breathed out gently, sure that her heart might explode at the way he stuck his tongue out and licked at the wet spot on her panties, “Gator. Feels good.” She whimpered as she busied her hands at her sides, careful not to reach for his hair. Not yet anyway.

“You smell good,” He mumbled as he pulled her thong off slowly, his eyes glazed over with lust as he stared up at her, “Taste even better.” He hummed as he leaned forward, pressing a little kiss against her clit.

She jolted at the sensation, hips rocking off of the mattress as he twisted his tongue through her folds and around her clit. She giggled softly, savoring the feeling before he kissed his way back up her body.

“Want you so badly,” He groaned as he squeezed at his bulge, making her eyes water as she quickly began to work on his belt, “You drive me crazy.” He told her, making her feel proud. She wanted to have that effect on him. 

She sat up again, trying to ignore the shaky feeling in her fingertips as she tugged his shirt off over his head. Then she admired his thick muscles, his strong chest and thick hair before she was pushed back onto the bed. 

“We can get you the pill, yeah?” He questioned as he gave his long length a quick tug, groaning at the sensation as he lined himself up between her legs. 

“You’re out of condoms?” She questioned him softly, feeling jealous once again as she sat up on her elbows. They had just gotten a package. How was he already out?

“I really don’t want to wear one,” He whined softly as he brushed the tip of his cock through her wet folds, “C’mon. I’ll get you the pill tomorrow, I promise.” He pleaded with her, sending a gleeful feeling through her. 

“I don’t know.” She teased, giggling as he continued to pout. She liked messing with him, enjoyed toying with him until he fell apart and was begging for her. It made her feel needed, wanted. 

“I wanna feel your cunt so badly,” He hummed as he pressed his fat tip against her slick hole, “I like seeing you filled with my cum.” He added as he used his other hand to press down against her clit, making her move against him in desire. 

“Okay,” She whispered softly, reaching a hand between their bodies to grip his thick girth. He whimpered at the feeling, his mouth falling open in awe as she slowly slid him into her aching pussy. She gasped as his head fell against hers, his breath warm against her face as he filled her to the brim, “God. Gator. You feel so good.” She told him, looking at him in bliss. 

He groaned as he moved a hand to her waist, gripping her tightly as a small hiss left his lips. She crooned at the feeling of his balls against her ass, the tip of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves as he came to a rest. 

“Your slutty little tang takes me so good,” He huffed, licking his wet lips as he moved his hand over the bulge on her abdomen. She cried out at the feeling, toes curling in pleasure at the way he held onto her, “Shh. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” He questioned her, making her shake her head quickly at his question.

Her mind felt fuzzy as he began to move, slowly guiding his cock in and out of her slick hole. He fit inside of her perfectly, her cunt hugging his thick girth snuggly as he began to thrust in and out of her. She moved her hands to his shoulders, holding onto him in awe. 

“Feels so good,” She whimpered softly, throat burning as she tried to keep her moans at bay. The bed underneath them was creaking from his deep movements as he brushed his mouth against the corner of her lips, “You’re so big. You make me feel so good.” She told him quickly, gasping as he reached down to brush his fingers across her swollen clit.

He pressed his lips across hers, muffling their mixed moans as her pussy squelched around his thick girth. His thrusts were deep and powerful, making her nails dig into his skin as she clung to him. The sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, filling her ears in a dirty symphony as he fucked her into the mattress. 

“She feels so good around me,” He huffed against her lips, moaning just as loudly as what she was. She reached down between them, gripping his balls and giving them a little squeeze. They were wet with her slick, soaked as he dragged himself in deeper, “Jesus Christ. Fuck.” He cursed, closing his eyes as he began to snap his hips forward faster.

She whimpered as she reached down, gripping his butt as she began to grind herself along the length of his cock. The pleasure was intense inside of her, burning roughly as she began to needlessly rock herself against him. 

“Fuck, fuck,” She cursed lowly, her tone coming out pitched as she began to lick and suck across his neck. She nipped at his skin, digging her fingertips into his flesh, “So close. Please don’t stop.” She begged him, not wanting him to stop his movements. 

He grunted as he rolled his eyes back in awe, groaning roughly as he snapped his hips forward even harder. She crooned at the feeling of being stuffed so full, of the way his cock curved inside of her and pressed against her bundle of nerves. It made her toes curl, her breath hitch, and the pleasure burn like fire deep within her.

She came with a cry, leaning forward to bite down on his shoulder so she could muffle her moans as he continued to rock into her. She clung to him tightly, drooling onto his skin as he pressed her harder into the bed. 

He stalled against her, his hair falling against her skin as his cock twitched inside of her slick walls. She listened in awe to the sweet sounds that fell from his tongue, his groans pitched and whiny as he came inside of her. 

She savored the feeling of his warm spunk coating her walls, filling her with his seed as he collapsed on top of her. She giggled softly as she reached a hand up, rubbing her fingers across his strong muscles gently. 

He breathed in deeply, his nose brushing against the crook of her neck as a little giggle left her mouth. She held onto him softly, sighing as he slowly removed himself. She breathed in at the feeling of his cum gushing from her hole, coating his sheets with their mess.

“S’alright,” He hummed as he pulled free a few tissues, scrubbing the sheets for a second before he used another one to wipe her up, “S’hot.” He grinned, tossing the tissues aside before he pulled the blankets up over them.

“I can’t stay,” She told him as he pulled her to his chest. She breathed in the scent of him, enjoying how warm he felt against her, “It’s getting late.”

“You’re going to leave?” He hummed as he drifted his lips across her mouth, his fingers digging into her ribs softly, “It’s late. And it’s snowing.” He pleaded with her gently, the sheets falling away from their torsos. 

“Mhm,” She giggled softly, “And my truck is parked outside. They’ll know.” She told him seriously, shivering as her nipples hardened in the cool air. 

“We’ll say the storm got too bad,” He continued on, drifting his lips down her neck, “C’mon. You’ve spent the night before.” He reasoned as she wiggled onto her stomach, at least trying to be the sane one. Too many people would ask questions. That’s not what either of them wanted. 

“What if you drive me over?” She teased as she glanced back at him, enjoying the feeling of his body over hers. She resisted the urge to cuddle up to him, knowing she wouldn’t leave if she did so. 

“Too cold,” He grinned as his nose dug into the crook of her neck, “It’s a lot warmer in here.” He hummed as he breathed in the scent of her, making her smile in appreciation. Maybe he was right. She wouldn’t want to wreck her truck either. 

“I suppose you’re right,” She said with a little giggle, snuggling up to him, “I like being here.” She told him honestly, sighing deeply as she traced little designs over his chest. She lightly threaded her fingers through his chest hair, enjoying that too. 

“Hold on a second.” He mumbled as he untangled their limbs, earning a pout on her face as he quickly slid on a pair of discarded joggers. She sat up, pulling the sheets with her as she moved towards the edge of the bed. 

“What?” She asked him seriously, cocking her eyebrow as he dug around in his closet. He looked towards her sheepishly as he held something in his hand. 

“I uh,” He paused for a moment, “I got a present for you.” He said softly, making her eyes widen in disbelief. They’d gotten little things for each other before, but his gifts were usually cheap perfumes and various gift sets from stores. She appreciated it regardless, but this seemed different. They hadn’t spoken about sharing gifts this year. 

“Yeah?” She questioned as she held the sheets tightly to her chest, watching the slow movements that he took towards her. He looked awkward, like he wasn’t quite sure how to approach her as he sat back down next to her. 

“It’s no big deal,” He mumbled, “Just somethin’ I saw.” He tried to brush it off, but she knew better. He didn’t shop, nor did he explore stores outside of getting food or clothing for himself. He could deny it as being a big deal, but she would still treat it as one.

It was wrapped messily, resembling a lumped ball as she delicately pulled the wrapping paper off. He had clearly tried to cover up his bad job with sticking a bunch of bows on top of it, but she didn’t mind at all. The thought itself was enough to make her heart ache and swell.

She watched from the corner of his eye as he rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip, his gaze heavy against her hands as she opened up the velvet box between her fingertips. She glanced towards him, her lips already burning from how hard she was smiling as she slowly opened the box. 

“Wow,” She breathed out in surprise, staring at the heart shaped jewels in front of her, “This is really pretty. Thank you.” The earrings had a gold band, the color a light green. She thought that maybe they were peridot gems. 

“Like I said,” He mumbled as he brushed his hand across his nose, “It’s nothin’. No big deal. So don’t get all sappy about it.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly, looking defensive as she turned her gaze up towards him. 

“I mean I was gonna offer to suck your dick but I don’t have to return the offer.” She teased as she brushed her fingers across the earrings, flattered despite his efforts to deny his present. He didn’t like to feel exposed, she knew that. 

“What? No,” He shook his head quickly, as a laugh left his lips, “Maybe it was a little special.” He grinned this time, looking amused as she gave him a little shove. She wasn’t surprised that he would change his stance so quickly. 

“You sure?” She continued to tease him, watching as he nodded his head furiously in agreement, “It’s really lovely, Gator. Honestly. I love them.” She added as she began to pull the earrings out that she was wearing. She wanted to try them on, even if she didn’t think green was necessarily her color. Maybe he liked it on her. 

“Good,” He looked at her, smiling from ear to ear, “Do you need help putting it on?” He asked softly, moving forward to push her red hair out of her face. She bit her lip before she nodded, letting him take control as she turned towards him. 

She tried not to stare too hard, to conceal the way her heart was fluttering widely inside of her chest as he concentrated on her earrings. His grip was a little rough, but she could tell that he was trying to be as gentle as possible as he held onto her ear and pushed the piercing inside. She memorized the lines on his face, thinking it was cute that he looked so concerned at the moment. 

“How’s it look?” She asked as she tucked her hair behind her ears, ensuring that he could see both of the shiny jewels on her ears. His eyes glazed over her for a moment, cheeks slightly pink. 

“Good,” He nodded his head, “Yeah. I like it.” He confirmed as he tapped the jewel lightly against her right ear, smiling before he drifted his eyes back towards hers. She felt her heart fluttering in anticipation, want. Even though she’d just had him. 

Their kiss was softer this time, sweeter as he drifted his fingertips across her bare arms. Goosebumps spread across her skin as she moved in closer, dragging her lips softly against his as he pressed a palm against her jaw. She found herself getting lost, drifting deeper into the taste and feel of him. Dangerous. Her thoughts were definitely not friendly at the moment. 

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against hers as his chest rose and fell. She moved her hands to his large ones, enjoying the feeling of his callused skin against her own. 

“Merry Christmas, Gator.” She whispered softly, wondering if he could tell just how badly she wanted him. She really hoped so. There was much more she wanted to say, but she didn’t. She kept quiet instead, too afraid to ruin the moment. 

“Merry Christmas, Daphne.” He responded in the same manner, his flickering with various emotions as the snow continued to fall roughly against the ground outside. At least she had tonight to pretend like things were different. 

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Every Little Thing Masterlist

Gator Tillman x Daphne Williams (Fem!OC)

Daphne Williams has slowly been filling the hole in her heart for the past three years. She poured herself into traveling, into meeting new interesting people and learning new tricks and habits. She’s finally moved on and found herself a caring fiancé who she’s sure her parents will adore. There’s only one person she could think of that would ruin her happiness: Gator Tillman.

(18+ smut, cheating, references to underage sex and homophobia, cheating, unplanned pregnancy)

The Bones

My Heart Can't Tell You No

Passionate As Sin

Religiously

December

Blue

I Keep Looking

Cowboys Never Cry

Butterflies

Springsteen

Sand in My Boots

Photograph

The Last Time

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

Colder Weather

Rock and A Hard Place

Forever and Ever, Amen

Why Won't You

Meant To Be

Bubbles

Life With You

Here Comes the Sun

Roses in the Rain

Take Your Time

Love Me Like You Mean It

Strangers

Slow Burn

In the End

Linda

Second Chance

Smoke & a Light

Extras :

Williams Family Lore

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1. The Bones

Chapter One of Every Little Thing.

Gator Tillman x Fem!OC

Daphne Williams has slowly been filling the hole in her heart for the past three years. She poured herself into traveling, into meeting new interesting people and learning new tricks and habits. She’s finally moved on and found herself a caring fiancé who she’s sure her parents will adore. There’s only one person she could think of that would ruin her happiness; Gator Tillman.

CW: Implies/references underage smut. Oral sex, cheating.

Then

The air was warming up, the spring time air melting the snow and bringing in the flowers. Daphne liked flowers, she liked the sound of the birds and the critters that slowly came out from their hiding spots.

She was resting against a blanket, soft blades of grass still poking through as she recounted different shapes from the clouds that were floating in the blue sky. Her feet were bare, slightly dirty from the ground still being wet from the snow that had melted away last week. 

Gator’s arm brushed against hers every time he shifted in his spot. He had a harder time staying still, constantly moving and dragging her along to whatever he wanted to do. She didn’t mind. Gator was her best friend, she looked forward to seeing him the most. She spent more time with him than she did her own siblings, even her twin.

“Have you kissed anyone before?” Gator asked her suddenly, pausing their conversation over how excited they were for Easter break, “And your parents don’t count.” He said quickly as he looked over her, his brown eyes filled with curiosity. She liked his eyes. She thought he had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. They were downturned, surrounded by soft eyelashes that only enhanced the chestnut color. Sometimes they looked like they had a hint of green to them, sometimes they looked golden if the sun hit them just right. She felt like she could stare at them forever.

She’d grown increasingly obvious of her feelings the past few months, ever since he’d made her dance with him at one of the Christmas parties that was organized by the church. She had burned several different shades of red, her body tense and covered in sweat as she realized how close they were to one another. It was silly. Their parents had teased them about getting married their whole lives and now Daphne was sure she was falling in love with him. 

“No,” Daphne flushed as she relented, speaking the truth. She almost brought up their mock wedding her sister had forced them to do when she was six and he was eight, but she didn’t think that kiss counted either. It was barely a peck and both of them had spit and gagged over how gross it was at the time, “Have you?” She asked him shyly as she clasped her fingers over her stomach. She was sure that Gator would’ve already told her if he’d kissed somebody, but sometimes he surprised her.

“Maybe,” He grinned softly, his eyes filled with mischief as he watched her, “Do you want to learn?” He asked a little softer as he rolled onto his side. He rested his cheek on his palm, covering up the moles on the side of his neck. She liked to touch them sometimes. Sometimes she’d pretend to bite his neck, acting like she was a vampire because that’s what the spots reminded her of. 

“Isn’t it wrong if we kiss?” She asked in alarm, her blue eyes wide as she considered his words. She didn’t think you were allowed to kiss someone unless you had a boyfriend, but even then, she was sure her parents would prefer if she was married first. 

“Why would it be wrong?” Gator looked at her curiously, his eyebrows raising softly as his eyes moved across her features. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words to explain what had happened but was unable to do so. 

“I don’t know,” She responded shyly, “I don’t think I’m supposed to kiss boys yet.” She admitted at last as she twisted her fingers together over her stomach. Gator brought his hand over hers, linking their fingers together the same way that they did when they’d pray. 

“You don’t have to tell anybody,” He said with a smile, “Besides, it would just be practice.” He said slowly as his finger brushed against her knuckles. She felt her heart hammering roughly in her chest, nearly making her sick with the anticipation she felt. She remembered her friend Daisy talking about her first kiss, how fun it had been. 

“Okay,” She said as she glanced towards his lips, thinking that they were really pretty and such a soft pink, “Just for practice.” She nodded, confirming his suggestion as she waited for him to move. She was too scared, too afraid that she would do something wrong.

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She liked kissing Gator. 

Most of their free time was spent making out, whether it was at night when he’d sneak into her room when their parents were sleeping or after school when they’d feign doing something important and sneak off to the creek instead.

His lips were soft and smooth and he always tasted of fruit when she’d lick at his tongue. He liked kissing that way, said that was how big kids kissed. She wanted to please him, to kiss him better than any other girl ever would. 

“You’re going into high school soon,” Daphne pouted her lips out as she rested her hands against Gator’s knees, enjoying the feeling of his skin against her own, “You’ll be too cool to hang out with me.” She told him solemnly as he petted at her red hair.

“Why would I be too cool for you?” He knitted his eyebrows together as he looked at her in confusion. He sat at the edge of the bank, still in his underwear as she floated in the water. She’d removed her clothes long ago, dipping into the water without anything on. She didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. They used to bathe together. Besides, her chest was still flat. There really wasn’t much of a difference between them, besides what rested between their legs. 

“Everyone is so much cooler in high school,” She told him quickly, “I want to go to high school with you. I’m smart enough.” She replied seriously, knowing that it was true. Her parents always ragged about how bright she was. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Gator responded as his eyes danced over the way her cheeks were becoming pink from being in the sun for too long, “We’ll still be friends.” He promised her as he brushed his thumb against her sunburnt cheeks. 

“Do you promise?” She asked him seriously, worried that she would miss out on something. She already thought that he was so much cooler than her. She often fought to keep up with him, fearing that he would leave her behind. 

“Always,” He grinned as he wrapped his hands around her biceps and quickly pulled her up towards him. She squealed, giggling as she clambered on top of his lap, “What would I do without Daphne Sue?” He teased her with a rhyme, earning a giggle from her lips. 

Now

The air was hotter, more humid than what Daphne had grown used to in the past three years. Her hands felt awkward on the steering wheel, almost wrong as she drove down the long dirt road. She had the windows rolled down, enjoying the cool breeze that washed over them as the sun began to lower in the distance. She always liked summer better, thought it was better that the sun stayed up for so long. 

She hummed along to Dolly Parton on the CD, still amused with the way Hugh had huffed and fussed over her choice of music. She thought after being with him for almost a year that he would accept the genre of music that she enjoyed. 

“This is it?” Hugh questioned as he turned towards Daphne. His dark curls were dancing on top of his head, floating as the wind carried against him. She felt a grin forming on her lips, knowing that thus far he wasn’t impressed with North Dakota. He was used to the bumbling life in Marseille, the big port and pretty waters. She couldn’t lie; home looked fairly disappointing compared to where they had been.

“Yeah,” She smiled brightly as she moved to fix the scarf that she’d worn around her head today. She was nervous. He’d already spent the week getting to know her parents and siblings, but somehow meeting the Tillman’s for their usual Saturday dinner felt more intimidating, “They have a lot more land.” She stated before she pulled the keys from the ignition. 

“It smells.” Hugh responded as he stepped out of the car. He wrinkled his nose up, mirroring the look that her parents had been complaining about the past few days. She bumped his shoulder softly, hoping to erase his stink face before anyone saw it again. 

“It does not smell,” She laughed as she slowly walked with him to her parents truck, “You’re just not used to the country air.” She brushed him off, thinking of how bad his allergies had been since they’d arrived. He was constantly sniffling, his eyes puffy and nose sore. 

“It smells a bit,” Noelle admitted as she joined them. She was two years older than Daphne, the same age as Gator. Daphne often wondered why she didn’t hang around Gator more often, “Don’t lie to him.” Noelle smiled as she flicked her blonde hair over her shoulders. 

Daphne simply rolled her eyes, used to her sister’s teasing as they walked forward. In truth, Daphne’s heart was beating roughly out of her control. She desperately missed Gator, but was fearful to see him. She hadn’t enjoyed the way their relationship had ended. She swallowed stiffly, remembering that it wasn’t a relationship. 

“Daphne Sue,” Roy looked at her in surprise as she stepped into the doorway, “You’ve grown.” He smiled kindly as he pulled her into a hug, rubbing his hand between her shoulders. She smiled softly, feeling like Roy was a second father to her.

“It’s been some time,” She greeted, “Oh wow. The twins have gotten big.” She commented as she pulled away, thinking that they had just been toddlers when she’d left. The two girls smiled shyly before gripping each other’s hands and running away in a fit of giggles. Daphne smiled, thinking it wouldn’t take long to get to know them again.

“It’s good to see you,” Karen greeted, smiling brightly as she wrapped Daphne up tightly, “Oh my. Your mother told me the news. Is this him?” She smiled as she pulled away, grinning up towards Hugh.

“Yes,” Daphne felt her face flush from the attention on her, “This is Hugh.” She introduced as she hugged his arm, giving his bicep a soft squeeze. He was pleasant, as kind as always as he officially introduced himself.

She felt her eyes linger for a moment but was quickly reassured when she realized Gator wasn’t here. She hoped that he was working, that she could put off seeing him for a bit longer. 

She felt less nervous as time passed as she realized she really was in the clear from running into Gator again. She spent most of her time showing off her engagement ring, a square diamond that glistened no matter which direction she turned it. It was slightly too bulky, nothing like she had ever imagined herself wearing. It was still pretty and she was surprised at the amount that he had dropped on it. 

She lingered in the kitchen, spreading some cream cheese on a piece of salami before she wrapped it up in a pickle. She ate it, her eyes lingering against Hugh as he talked dramatically about one of his larger than life stories. She had mentioned to her family more than once to be patient, to not be rude when Hugh would stumble over his words. 

“Daphne,” Gator looked at her in surprise, his brown eyes widening as he searched over her features, “I didn’t know you were back.” She stared at him, in just as much shock as she swallowed roughly. She shivered at the way the unchewed food dipped roughly into her stomach.

His hair was slicked back, held into place as he rested two of his fingers into his belt loops. Her eyes traced over his work uniform, her mouth dry as she felt like she had suddenly been slapped. 

“I am,” She said awkwardly, wondering how you could spend your whole youth with someone and then turn into strangers, “Hi.” She replied slowly, her heart beating roughly as she looked at him. He looked as handsome as ever. She breathed in, wishing she could reach out and touch him. 

“Oh, don’t be modest,” Karen teased as she walked forward and held Daphne’s hand out dramatically, “Look at that rock she got.” Daphne felt horrified, her hand limp as Karen shook it about. Her diamond gleamed in the sun, shining brightly. 

“You’re married?” Gator said slowly as he pulled his eyes away from the ring, looking at her stunned as he took a step back. She paused, feeling her mouth was dry and scratchy. She wondered what he thought, if he was jealous. She doubted it. 

“Engaged,” She squeaked out softly as she glanced over her shoulder to see where Hugh was lingering. She spotted him near Oliver and August, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as if he was confused over what they were speaking of, “That’s Hugh, my fiancé .” 

“Oh,” Gator looked at her stunned for a second as he shook his head so lightly that she almost missed it, “No one ever mentioned that.” He said a second later, like he was trying to imply that it must not be something special. She clasped one hand over the other, hiding her ring away. 

“It was a surprise,” Daphne said softly as she began to pick at her nails, “I think they really enjoy him though.” She replied, knowing that it wouldn’t take too much longer for everyone to adapt to Hugh. He was too kind, too funny not to like him. 

“He a foreigner or somethin’?” Gator asked slowly as he kicked one leg out and rested his weight on the other. She watched the way he fiddled with the loops on his pants, looking irritated suddenly. 

“He’s French,” Daphne confirmed, “I met him last August.” She told him as she looked over her shoulder again, thinking of the funny way that Hugh had asked her out. 

“You changed your hair,” He said softly as he took a step forward. His fingertips brushed across her breasts, causing her breath to catch as she stared up at him. She didn’t pay attention to the way he twisted the ends of her hair around his fingers. She didn’t respond, thinking of how Hugh hadn’t even noticed that she’d added balayage to her hair. Gator did. He always noticed when she changed things, “I like it. You look pretty, like always.”

“The food’s ready,” Oliver interjected as he walked into the room and linked his arm with Daphne’s. He tugged her away, her feet dragging as he quickly pulled her out of the room, “Why are you talking to him?” He mumbled underneath his breath, looking irritated as his blue eyes met hers.

Oliver was born twelve minutes before Daphne, but still acted like he was wise beyond his years. And despite being fraternal twins, Daphne didn’t think they could look anymore alike. They shared the same narrow, bony shoulders and slender body. They even had a mole in the same place on their stomach, above their belly button and just a bit to the right.

Daphne had hated her early years of high school as no matter how much makeup she wore or how pink her dresses got people would still mistake her for a boy. They constantly asked her if she was confused because everyone swore up and down she was Oliver’s twin brother. It finally stopped the summer of her Junior year of school when her hips widened and her breasts swelled. She had been so proud, but someone else had enjoyed her body just as well. 

“He’s an old friend,” Daphne defended herself, feeling her face heat up at Oliver’s accusation. She fought everything within herself to turn and glance back at where she’d left Gator, “You just don’t like him.” She protested, trying to keep herself from feeling too exposed as they walked towards the large dining table. Oliver snorted as he shook his head.

“That’s got nothing to do with it,” He told her quickly as he dropped their arms, “He’s trouble. You’ve been gone for too long to even realize what’s happened.” She blinked slowly, feeling like she was being lured into new information. Gator had run into trouble before, but she figured it would be long behind him with his new position. 

“Come sit,” Ruby, their mother, nudged them quickly as she put a bowl of potato salad on the table, “Everything is ready, come on.” She urged them forward as she took her place at the table. Daphne paused, watching as people situated themselves in their normal spots.

“You gonna take your place?” Gator asked, approaching her from behind again. She flicked her eyes up, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted in her gut. His fingertips lightly brushing against her hip, just enough to leave her body warm as she nodded her head in agreement. She waited for Hugh, before she took her normal spot at the table. It was always next to Gator, “I don’t think we’ve met.” He smiled kindly, politely as he leaned forward and held a hand out towards Hugh. 

“Hugh,” He introduced himself as he nodded towards Gator, “You are?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, still looking like he was a little lost. Daphne reached underneath the table to give his knee a reassuring squeeze, hoping that he had grown more comfortable with her family the past few days. 

“That’s Gator,” Noelle introduced teasingly, inhaling deeply like she was speaking dreamily, “Daphne’s best friend. You know, we used to say they were going to get married.” She teased as she leaned forward and puckered her lips out towards Daphne. Daphne felt her eyes widen, her cheeks heat up. She had never mentioned Gator. She’d never wanted to open that wound and hurt all over again. 

“You couldn’t keep them apart,” Ruby nodded her head, “Oh but that’s in the past. We do love him though. It would’ve been fun to connect our families.” She muttered as she leaned over Gator to kiss the top of his forehead. Gator let out a soft laugh, although Daphne didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered in her direction. She gulped hard. 

“Oh,” Hugh looked at Daphne in confusion, his demeanor a little smaller as he nodded his head, “I understand.” He said slowly, looking like he didn’t understand why she would keep that from him. She swallowed harshly again, trying to keep her posture relaxed. 

“They’re just pulling your leg,” Daphne said quickly as she shook her head, “Noelle used to have a crush on Roy.” She sprouted out suddenly, desperate to get the attention off of her and Hugh. Noelle’s blue eyes widened in horror, her face turning so red that it reflected off of her blonde hair.

“Daphne Sue I can’t believe you right now!” She shouted shrilly as she wounded her tablecloth into a ball and threw it at Daphne’s face, “You’re still such a brat! A big baby!” She continued to scream, huffing like she was seconds away from jumping across the table and strangling Daphne. It wouldn’t have been their first fist that they’d gotten into.

“I’m not a baby,” Daphne replied in annoyance, tired of how everyone acted like she got some special treatment because she was the youngest. Even Oliver teased her about it, despite him being the same age as her, “You’re the one that’s acting immature.”

“Girls,” Bruce quickly cut them off, sending them both a look so sharp that had them straightening their shoulders and leaning back. He was a good father, with soft blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Daphne knew better than to argue with him. She’d only been spanked by him twice but she had witnessed the rough way he’d handled her older more rambunctious brother, August, “Can we pray or are you going to continue to disgrace God?”

They both muttered a yes sir before Daphne awkwardly shifted in her seat. She felt like she was a small child getting lectured again. She inhaled deeply, fighting to look towards Gator as she thought of how they used to get in trouble for staying up too late and sneaking in snacks when they wouldn’t. She felt a tingle rushing down her spine, wondering what kind of trouble they would’ve gotten into if their parents knew the other things that they’d done through their youth. 

Gator had been her first everything; friend, crush, lover and heartbreak. They’d been far too young when they experienced unknown sensations, feelings and experimented with one another. No one ever knew. They still didn’t know about how her and Gator would rut against one another until they’d make a mess in their pants, how he taught her how to suck his dick and how he enjoyed the way her thighs would lock around his head when he had his tongue buried deep inside of her pussy.

She swallowed her nerves, her lust as she stared at the palm that was resting up towards her. She watched the way Gator’s fingers twitched, wondering if he was just as anxious to feel her skin against his. She breathed in her, her heart hammering as she slowly pressed her hand against his own. She took Hugh’s a second later, trying to remember where she was.

She closed her eyes, trying to listen to the prayer but was unable to focus as her right arm stuttered alive from touching Gator’s hand. His hand was still calloused, his fingers still long and nimble as they connected to hers like a missing glove. She tried not to focus on the way he still rubbed his thumb against her skin in the same manner that he used to. 

Their hands lingered for a second too long when the prayer was over. She looked towards him, feeling hundreds of memories rush forward suddenly as she met his warm brown eyes again. She felt like she was a little girl again, doing whatever she could do to catch his attention so he’d look at her. They were still soft and they still made her knees weak and her lungs ache. 

She pulled away quickly, dragging her palm across her exposed thigh to try and wipe the memory of his skin against hers again. It was like her hand was betraying her, buzzing in anticipation as she desperately wanted to reach underneath the table and grip his hand again. She thought of the ways they used to play thumb war with one another, how they’d secretly touch and just brush their fingertips against one another’s. 

She sat there, trying to eat but unable to erase the jolts of electricity that traveled up her leg each time Gator’s knee brushed against her own. She swore he was doing it on purpose, kicking his feet out further and further just so he could bother her. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” She leaned over to Hugh, distracting his conversation with Oliver, “I’ll be right back.” She promised him, giving his hand a soft squeeze before she excused herself upstairs.

She knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of the house before she pushed the bathroom door open. She began to shut it, only to be met with a pair of brown eyes. She opened her mouth, but quickly fell silent as Gator barreled his way inside. 

“What are you doing?” She criticized as Gator shut the door behind him, locking them both in the bathroom. She stared at him in disbelief, fearing what anyone would think if they knew that they were in here alone. 

“What the fuck?” He looked at her in anger, his eyebrows knitted together as a trace of confusion laced over his features. She stumbled back a step, taken aback by his sudden outburst. 

“What?” She asked him in confusion, slightly alarmed as he took another step closer to her. She didn’t think he’d ever hurt her, but this was a new wave of anger that she’d never seen before. 

“Three years ago you said you were going on a missionary trip,” He said in disbelief as he watched her, “You said you’d be back within a week and then you never came back. You stopped answering my calls, my texts. You went silent on social media. I thought you were dead.”

“I was figuring things out.” She said slowly, her eyes wide as she turned away from him out of guilt. Shame. She felt a mixture of all of it. She didn’t regret leaving. She wouldn’t be where she was now if she hadn’t left. 

“You mean you were whoring around with that guy?” Gator’s eyebrows knitted together, “Seriously. What do you see in him ?” He spit out, sounding even more upset as he questioned her sharply. She felt a flush settle over her from his words. 

“I’m not whoring around,” She said in horror as she felt her eyes widening, “He’s my fiancé .” She told him quickly, feeling like it was ridiculous for her to be labeled in such a way. 

“So you’re fucking him?” Gator asked as he propped his hand up against the counter, leaning against his lazily as he watched her. She rolled her shoulders back, thinking of the best way to avoid answering that question. She hadn’t had sex with Hugh yet, she hadn’t even let him touch her in such a manner. She wanted to do it the right way. 

“That’s none of your business,” She replied hotly, “How dare you accuse me of doing that sort of thing.” She told him quickly, feeling angered at his accusation. She knew him better than most, heard straight from his lips of the other girls that he had been with. 

“Oh,” He looked at her amused as he tilted his head, “You’re not fucking him. How come?” He asked, suddenly moving closer to her. She felt trapped suddenly as her back hit the wall. Her heart hammered roughly inside of her chest, but not from fear. She melted underneath his gaze, her eyes lingering in his pretty brown ones for just a second too long. 

“Gator,” She warned softly as she put a finger up to his chest to stop his movements, “Don’t do anything. He’s really nice. He’s good to me.” She whispered softly, feeling like she was fibbing. She wasn’t in any sense. Hugh was good, he was nice. She suddenly wished that he wasn’t, that he could be evil and Gator might swoop her up to save her. She gulped that dream down, as she remembered why she’d left in the first place. 

“You want a good man?” Gator asked as he looked down at her, his eyes flashing as he lightly dug his thumb into her cheek. She suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe. Gator wasn’t that much taller than her, the top of her head resting just underneath his bottom lip. Still, she peered up at him as the air between their bodies grew warm.

“Yes,” She answered softly, “What are you doing?” She felt her eyes growing wide as Gator slowly lowered himself onto her knees in front of him. She held her breath, feeling like time had frozen as she held eye contact with him. She felt like she was being swallowed whole, her body warming as she stared at him. 

She felt light headed as he slowly pushed her dress up to her hips, his eyes full of desire as he continued to look at her. Her heart was rattling against her chest, thumping so harshly that she feared it might explode. 

She found no protests to come forth as he pressed his lips against the birthmark on her left hip. She breathed in deeply, resting her head back against the wall as he peppered a series of kisses against her skin. She could feel her panties growing wet, her clit beginning to throb from anticipation. It had been so long since she’d been touched. 

“Reminding you how good I am to you,” He told her huskily as he rolled her panties down her thighs, “Tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” He mumbled as he dragged his lips against her skin, dipping down a little lower as he exposed her to himself. 

“Gator-,” She breathed in roughly, finding it was hard to catch her breath when he was looking at her in such a manner. She’d missed his eyes, missed how big and soft they were, “We can’t.” She said at last, thinking of the hazel eyes she’d be betraying. She gulped hard, filled with shame suddenly as she remembered he was only downstairs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Gator asked her seriously, blinking slowly as he watched her with parted lips. She thought of how good his lips always felt around her, how he always knew the right places to press his tongue against. She shook her head softly, “Do you want me to keep going then?” He asked again, his lips curling up into a smirk.

“Yeah,” She breathed out softly, all too familiar with how Gator could be if she didn’t answer him, “I want you.” She told him honestly, not caring about the guilt or shame at the moment. All she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs and how he looked all too desperate to sink his teeth into her.

He hummed in response, looking quite proud of her answer as he kissed the same area of her skin again. She closed her eyes softly, enjoying the way he slowly flicked his tongue across her skin before he nipped at the area.

She gasped, her nipples growing hard against her bra as he dragged his tongue lower and lower. Her clit jolted in anticipation as he spread her thighs a little further, letting his lips press against the area above her pussy. She trembled suddenly as his large hands squeezed the back of her thighs. 

She felt her body vibrate as his tongue languidly stroked across her wet folds. Her head fell back against the wall as a moan slipped free. She fought the urge to move her fingers into his thick hair, to ruin how it was styled by dragging him closer to her pussy.

He moved his tongue slowly, like he was savoring the taste of her as he sucked on her folds slowly. She pressed her hips out a little closer, trying to fight the urge to rub up against his mouth. He groaned in response as he dug his fingertips into her flesh, sounding just as desperate to have her. 

She couldn’t find the words to speak, to utter as he flicked his tongue slowly through her folds then teased at her clit. He circled the tip of his tongue against her clit, flicking it softly as her body jolted against the sensation. She fought to keep from crying out, her body relishing the feeling of his tongue against her once again.

Her body felt too hot, too warm as his groans vibrated against her skin. She let out a shaky breath, her lips parting widely as she rocked forward against his tongue. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Her fingers never seemed as good as his own and nothing felt as good as  his tongue against her cunt.

He moved his tongue down further, circling the tip of it against her neglected hole. She shuddered at the sensation, biting down on her lip harshly as the pleasure spread through her body. She let out a broken moan as he curled his tongue inside of her, licking away the slick from her pussy. 

He groaned, flicking his tongue against her like a starving man as he inhaled her taste. She felt her eyebrows knitting tightly together as she pressed her palm lightly against the top of his head, careful not to mess up his slicked back strands. 

He brought her closer, clawing at her flesh as he licked and prodded at her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit, digging into the sensitive bud as he lapped his tongue against her fluttering walls. She cried out, gripping the back of her head as she rocked her body against his mouth. 

His groans came out muffled and broken, his breath hot as he tickled his tongue against her hole. She could feel the waves of pleasure building inside of her, tickling at her spine as she pressed her fingers harder against the back of his head. 

“Gator,” She whimpered as she moved her hips up sporadically, doing her best to silence her whines as his tongue flicked in and out of her fluttering hole. His nose pressed down roughly on her clit, rocking her movements forward as the pleasure shot clear down to her toes, “Jesus.” She bit down harshly on her bottom lip, 

She rolled her hips up against his mouth one last time before she stalled, her body shaking as she clamped down around his tongue. Her mind was buzzing, full of pleasure as he squeezed so harshly at her thighs that she feared he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” He moaned loudly against her cunt, groaning deeply as he licked away her cum from her cunt. Her thighs shook as he greedily licked at her, sucking softly as he swirled his tongue around her folds, “You taste so good. Can’t believe it’s been so long.” He inhaled deeply, like he was speaking more to himself.

She yelped as the sudden sensation of being pulled down with him, her knees hitting against the floor so harshly that sparks of pain traveled up her knees. She opened her mouth to protest, but was quickly silenced as Gator’s lips connected with hers. 

She melted against his mouth, moving her lips against his slick ones rapidly as she recounted the taste of him. Her body was vibrating, flying as his tongue slid inside of her lips and lapped against her own tongue. They kissed sloppily, roughly as he licked the drool from her mouth. 

She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, a squeal dying in her chest as he roughly pulled her onto his lap. She moved her arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly as he brought one of his hands up the curve of her ass. 

He roughly gripped her chin, squeezing as he pulled her away from his mouth. She gaped, her lips parting in surprise as she stared at the warm eyes she’d missed so desperately. He moved his fingertips from her chin, up to her bottom lip to before slinking his fingers against her teeth. He pulled on her teeth enough to make her jaw relax, his lips parting as he roughly spit into her mouth. 

She gasped, her insides twisting in surprise and pleasure as she felt his spit against her tongue. She paused, nearly letting it slip from her mouth, “Swallow it, bitch.” He replied huskily, his eyes flashing like he was challenging her. 

She knew that anyone else in their right mind would smack him for being so degrading, so disgusting. She didn’t. She could feel another moan forming as she rolled his spit around her tongue before she swallowed it slowly, ensuring that she kept eye contact with him.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes flashing as he cupped her ass in his free hand and squeezed harshly. Daphne leaned forward again, her nose brushing against his damp one as they exhaled the same breath. She had an urge to kiss him, to press him against the floor and free his hardened cock from his jeans. 

She paused her movements as her hand lingered above his obvious bulge. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the warmth that was floating between them as he slowly raised his hips up to meet her hand. She let her fingers brush against his zipper before she yanked it away, suddenly awake with what had just happened.

“I’ve gotta go,” She said quickly, her legs shaking as she stood. She could feel the guilt settling over her, the shame as she realized what she had just done. She’d spent three years doing whatever she could to forget him, and now she’d let him in with no fuss, “We can’t-, this shouldn’t have happened.” She said at last as she adjusted her dress over her thighs, then over her shoulders so nothing would be suspicious.

“Yeah?” Gator looked at her teasingly, his lips slightly swollen and still wet, “Why’s that?” He asked as he rose to meet her again. She breathed in deeply, glancing at the cloth material he had in his hand. She reached for him, giving him a silent look but he shook his head.

“I’m engaged,” She reminded him softly, “To someone that loves me. This was a sin, it was wrong.” She said at last as the guilt washed over her, feeling so suffocating that she may grow sick. Gator smirked as he held her panties up to his face, taking a deep inhale. She felt her body flush, her eyes widen as his actions.

“But do you love him?” Gator asked softly as he tilted his head while he pocketed her panties into his back pocket. She fumbled for a moment, trying to form the answer on her lips but struggling to do so from his actions, “I best keep these then, you know, for the memory.” He drew his eyes across her features for a quick second, a smirk still placed on his lips.

He turned and left as quickly as he had entered, leaving her with an empty feeling inside of her chest. She gulped hard, feeling like she was finally able to breath as the door shut behind him. 

[buckysgrace]

One I've Been Missing

12 days of Christmas

Gator gets his first Christmas off

Gator

“You really have to work tomorrow?” Daphne asked as she shifted in her spot again, wiggling until she was able to get the belt buckle comfortable over her pregnant belly once again. She dipped her fingers into a bag of Cheetos once again, something that she had snatched when they had stopped at the gas station a few minutes ago. She had claimed that she hadn’t been able to hold her bladder anymore, cursing the babies in the process. 

“I told you,” He sighed softly, keeping his hands tight around the wheel, “Roy won’t let me take off. I need to be there.” He reminded her, feeling like they had gone through this once before. Which they had. Multiple times. 

“But why?” She asked, pouting out her lips as she watched him. He breathed in deeply, feeling guilty but knowing it was important that he was there. He wanted to show Roy that he cared, that he truly wanted to improve his career. Especially now that he was going to be a dad. Maybe he was a little hellbent on impressing his kids. 

“Because it’s my job,” He grinned as he glanced towards her, “It’s just another day.” He told her seriously, knowing it had been a long time since he felt in a good mood for any holiday celebrations. His mom had always made Christmas special. 

“It’s Christmas,” She reminded him, blue eyes twinkling in surprise, “What if you split a shift? Got off early?” She began to suggest again, munching down more furiously on the Cheetos in her hand. He paused as he turned towards her. 

“It doesn’t work like that.” He reminded her softly, wishing that it was that simple. If things were easier maybe, but things were never that effortless. Not with them, but he was used to that now. 

“Did you ask your dad?” She asked him once again, words muffled by the amount of chips that were in her mouth now. He turned towards her, a smile on his lips despite the seriousness in her tone. 

He hadn’t asked Roy. There was no thought about asking him either. He already knew what the answer would be, so it was pointless. Not to mention that Roy didn’t really control that aspect anyways, but she didn’t understand that either. 

“Gator,” She breathed out softly, “Do you want to be there for Christmas?” She asked softly; all of the humor sliding out of her tone. She was speaking gently now, somberly. It was like a punch to his gut, hearing how disappointed she was with him. 

“It’s just another day,” He told her, shaking his head as he took a deep inhale of his vape, “And all the presents and shit is just so retailers can get rich off of us.” He told her truthfully, thinking that Christmas just came earlier and earlier each year. 

“You sound like your dad.” She stated as she cocked her eyebrows together, giving him a pointed look. One that he didn’t enjoy. 

“Jesus was born in a barn,” He shrugged his shoulders, “It shouldn’t be about the money.” He mumbled as he turned onto the familiar road. He inhaled deeply, not enjoying the fact that they would end up fighting about this too. 

“I’m not saying it is,” She scoffed, “I’m saying that I would like my husband to be there for the holidays.” She replied as she leaned back in her seat, leaving the bag of Cheetos to her side. Apparently she was done eating now. 

“We went to Daisy’s party.” He reminded her, glancing back at the various presents they had received in the back seat. That was enough for him. More than enough. 

“You worked earlier,” She told him, “You worked Thanksgiving too. And on Halloween. I know your job is important, but when do I get to see you on those days?” She asked him seriously, making him feel like he might have to pick between her and his job. 

The truck was quiet as he pulled into the driveway, her question still ringing in his ears as he thought about it. He didn’t know how to answer her. His job wasn’t like most places and she knew that. It was a hard question to answer. 

“Do you want to take a bath before bed tonight?” He asked her instead, thinking of how that had been her routine recently. It helped her relax. 

“No,” She grumbled, “I have to be up early to make pie in the morning.” She pursed her lips as she thought about it, her nose crinkling up a bit. He could tell she wasn’t very pleased by that thought, but he was a little excited. He loved her pies, especially her apple one. 

“I’ll be home that night to eat it,” He promised, “It’s just a little later, it’s fine.” He shrugged his shoulders as he got out of the truck, instantly wincing as the breeze hit him. He rushed across the front, opening the door before she was able to unbuckle herself. 

“Whatever you say.”  She added softly, giving him a little smile. He could tell she was too tired to fight, which he was slightly grateful for. He didn’t want to fight either. 

“Eleven at the latest,” He promised, “And then you’ll have me all to yourself.” He leaned forward and gave her a little kiss, sealing his deal. 

-

He didn’t want to be there. As soon as he walked into the station he felt something weighing down on his shoulders, feeling as if he was trapped. He had done this to himself, he gave himself a little reminder. 

He sat at his desk most of the day, doing a lot of nothing. He was bored out of his mind, unable to concentrate even when he needed to. He kept thinking of Daphne, knowing that if he had stayed he would be curled up on the couch with her right now. Probably watching some corny Christmas movies, but he didn’t mind when he was with her. 

“Hey, I’m going to head out early.” He announced suddenly, but spoke specifically towards Nugent. He would understand. Or he would run back and tattle to his father, which he didn’t care about right now. 

“You just got here.” He replied with a little shake of his head, flipping his file over. He snorted, like Gator was joking. He wasn’t. He had already made up his mind. 

“Yeah, but there’s so many of us,” He added quickly, “I’m gonna go see Daphne.” He said as he put his coat back on over his shoulders. There was no point in all of them lingering around. And he had the ability to leave early, he was going to take it. 

“Are you gonna pop the question?” Nugent teased as he smiled from ear to ear, making Gator’s heart thump harder inside of his chest. That whole discussion still made him too nervous. 

“Just call me if you need anything,” He said, cheeks burning at his question that he chose to ignore, “But try not to need me.” He replied seriously, knowing that if he got there and had to leave that Daphne would only get more upset. He couldn’t do that to her. 

The drive back was quick, almost faster than he had ever gone before. He hated to admit that he was excited, and maybe a little wrong. He had been a bit of a dick last night. And it was their first Christmas together in a long time. He should be able to enjoy it. 

He knocked roughly on the door, wincing as he remembered that he had keys. This was his house too, after all. He waited a second, fingers twitching against his keys before the door was pulled open.

“Hi,” She looked at him in surprise as she answered the door, her lips parting in shock, “You’re here?” She cocked her eyebrows curiously, giving him a little shake of her head like she didn’t quite understand. He smiled sheepishly. 

“I’m here.” He told her, biting down on his bottom lip. He didn’t have much more to offer, but she looked like she wasn’t happy with that answer. 

“I thought you had to work?” She asked him teasingly, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him. He tilted his head softly. 

“I told them I needed it off,” He grinned, “Can I come in?” He asked her, looking at where Birdie was sitting silently near her feet. Staring. Just judging as he always did. 

“This is your home,” She responded as she leaned against the door, hands resting on her tummy, “Oh, I suppose.” She leaned out of the way, almost tripping over Birdie in the process. He quickly reached for her, balancing her once again. 

“You’re here alone?” He asked, sure that she would’ve at least gone to see her parents. She shrugged her shoulders, kneeling down slowly so she could give Birdie a little pet as he began to strip out of his layers once again. 

“I didn’t want to go anywhere else,” She admitted, “At least, not without you.” She smiled softly, blue eyes twinkling like the lights on their Christmas tree. 

“That was very cheesy.” He told her with a little laugh, sure that part of her had to be lying. He didn’t think that he was that special. Not at all. 

“I can’t help it,” She said with a laugh, wrinkling her nose up, “It’s all true.” She smiled as she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He held onto her, breathing in the scent of her perfume. 

“I didn’t want to be anywhere that wasn’t with you either.” He told her softly, giving her forehead a little kiss. He smiled against her skin, only letting go once she moved away. 

“This means you can actually eat Christmas dinner with me,” She grinned as she wobbled towards the kitchen, “It was going to be done by tonight, but this will be even better.” She nodded her head excitedly, looking like a kid once again. 

“I can’t wait,” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, “Do you want to open your presents?” He asked her, feeling nervous over the things he had gotten for her. He hoped it was what she wanted.

“Now?” She asked him in disbelief, blue eyes widening in surprise. He grinned, feeling like presents were usually opened before this time anyways. 

“Why not?” He asked her seriously, watching the way she thought about it for a moment. She shifted the weight on her feet, crinkling her eyebrows together again. 

“Can we make hot chocolate first?” She questioned him as she tilted her head. He laughed, unsure of why she needed to ask him. 

“Sure,” He chewed on his bottom lip, watching her in fascination, “I’d love that.” He replied, thinking that something how sounded good. She bustled around the kitchen again, gathering mugs and other materials. 

“Won’t next year be exciting?” She asked him, joy written on her features, “We’ll have our babies by then. They’ll be so cute opening their presents.” She smiled as she kept one hand to her stomach, looking very pleased as she poured some milk into a pan. 

“They won’t know what’s going on.” He told her with a little laugh. They wouldn’t even by one by next year. They’d be confused. 

“But they’ll have fun,” She smiled, “And every year after that it’ll get better.” She reminded him as he nodded his head in agreement. He thought about it for a moment, feeling like she was right. He was excited too. 

“You’re right,” He told her gently, “I can’t wait.” He pulled out a few hot chocolate mixes for her, handing them over as she turned the burner back on. 

“And even if you have to work, maybe you could work that night,” She suggested, “And then you can be here when they’re awake and opening their presents.” She told him seriously, making him nod along with her. 

“I’ll talk to Roy,” He nodded his head as she began to tear open the mixes, “He’ll understand.” He wouldn’t, but Gator didn’t care. He didn’t want to miss out on the things his father had easily thrown away. He wanted to be there for his kids. 

“I love you.” She told him gently, eyes still twinkling with an adorning look. He felt his heart flutter deep within his chest once again. 

“I love you more.” 

[buckysgrace]

2. My Heart Can't Tell You No

Pt 2 to Every Little Thing :)

Gator Tillman x OC

CW: Cheating, blowjobs

“This is when all the kids would get together,” Ruby proclaimed proudly as she flicked through the photo book with Hugh, “They always got along so well.” Daphne felt her eyebrows knitting together at her mother’s words, her eyes caught Noelle’s as they appeared to be thinking the same thing. They got along well enough now, but there had been many fists thrown and tantrums caused by one another in their youth. 

Hugh had one leg crossed as he sat near Ruby, scanning through many of her photo albums from Daphne’s childhood. She felt her cheeks reddening, knowing that there was more than one picture of her in there running around with no diaper on. 

Daphne peeked over Hugh’s shoulder, scanning the photos briefly to confirm that Gator was also included in the pictures. She was sure that he was in as many photos with her as her siblings. She felt her heart beating a little faster as the guilt settled into her stomach again, eating at her until she could no longer look at the pictures of them. 

She felt worse than awful. She felt as if she’d for sure damned herself to hell now. There was no way Hugh would ever forgive her if he found out. She didn’t think he should forgive her either. There was no excuse for what she’d done. She hadn’t even protested, fought to not to do it. She had wanted Gator just as badly.

She thought about him continually as the days rolled by, her mind torturing her with the image of him on his knees in front of her. She sat next to Hugh, crossing her legs as she desperately tried to think of someone else. Anything else. 

“You bathed together?” Hugh raised an eyebrow, looking a little concerned as he faced Daphne. She parted her lips, leaning over to get a better idea at what he was looking at. Her and Oliver couldn’t have been any older than four in the picture, which meant that Gator and Noelle would’ve been about six. August would’ve just turned eight at the time. A smile crept onto her lips as she looked at the bubble beard she had put on Gator.

“As kids,” Daphne defended as she looked over into the photo book, “He was like another sibling.” She muttered softly as she leaned back against the couch, knowing that it wasn’t like that at all. She had never thought of Gator as a brother, not once. 

“Please,” Oliver snorted as he brought his soupy ice cream up to his lips, “You had the biggest crush on him in high school.” He responded dryly, blinking softly as he waited for her to deny it. She sat forward, her cheeks burning at his accusation. It was true, but she had done a good job at hiding it. There was no way that he knew. “I did not,” She shrieked in horror as she threw a pillow at his head. Oliver yelped, nearly dropping his ice cream onto the floor, “You’re such a liar.” She told him pointedly, feeling more on edge the way everyone kept teasing her about Gator. She wanted to keep herself from spiraling, feeling like everyone would know the truth if she didn’t deny them. 

“Watch my pillows,” Ruby said in a huff as she gave the two of them a stern look, “Stop being such a child, Daphne. Oliver, stop teasing your sister.” She said at last, shaking her head as she turned another page. Hugh looked at Daphne a little amused before he looked down at the album again. 

Daphne turned, making sure that Ruby was distracted before she stuck her tongue out at Oliver. He returned the favor, making sure to curl his lip up and scrunch his nose as he did so. She rolled her eyes before she settled back in the chair

Her eyes drifted to the old western that was playing on the TV, trying to think of anything but how she’d so easily cheated on Hugh. She felt awful, shameful as the memory of Gator’s fingers digging into her thighs came forth. She had thought of him when she’d showered the night after, how his fingers always reached parts of her that she wasn’t able to get.

“I don’t remember you mentioning him.” Hugh said a little later once everyone had dispersed from the living room. Daphne hummed softly as she looked at the album from her high school years, wrinkling her nose as she remembered how badly she’d hated her braces. 

“Who?” She asked him as she examined her prom picture. She had nearly stuffed her bra, until Noelle had convinced her otherwise. She had been pouty at the time, but now she was grateful. She could only imagine how awful it would’ve looked. She was more than happy with how big her boobs had grown. 

“That uh,” Hugh paused for a moment, looking like he was rehearsing what he was trying to say, “That Gator boy. Why would you not tell me about him?” He furrowed his dark eyebrows together, his eyes filled with confusion as he watched her. 

“We don’t talk anymore,” Daphne told him seriously, trying to ignore the fresh shame that settled inside of her gut. She still couldn’t believe she’d let Gator weasel his way in again so easily, “We were really close as kids and we just grew apart. I don’t see what the big deal is.” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping to shut the conversation down. 

“I was just asking a question,” Hugh defended himself a second later, “I didn’t mean to offend you.” He said a little softer, his eyes gleaming like he looked guilty. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to ignore the guilt that was burning inside of her. She knew she had snapped at him for no reason. She was the one in the wrong. 

“You didn’t,” Daphne sighed deeply, feeling a little bad with how snippy she’d grown, “I don’t want you to feel bad. They used to tease us about getting married one day but we just never liked each other like that. He was a friend.” She replied softer, feeling a little less stressed at the topic. She had rehearsed and practiced for so long about how calm and collected she’d remain when Gator was brought up, but all of that seemed to go out the window. 

“Okay,” He said slowly as he watched her, his hazel eyes looking at her inquisitively, “What happened? You seem bothered by him.” He admitted to her, looking like he was concerned as he nudged his shoulder against hers. She sighed as she moved her leg underneath his longer one, linking the two of them together. 

“It’s just annoying,” She said as she huffed deeply, “I’m marrying you. I don’t know why they need to bring him up all the time.” She replied as she set the photo album down, trying to avoid the pair of brown eyes that seemed to be staring up at her. 

“Why did they want you to marry him?” He asked her curiously as he turned to face her better. She looked down at her lap, pressing her fingertips against her knees as he pushed her bangs from her face.  

“My mom was best friends with his mom before she left,” Daphne said softly, “They grew up together. His dad and mine got really close in return. He works for him.” She shrugged her shoulders softly, feeling like that was the end of the story. She didn’t want to talk about how Gator had been her whole world, how she used to dream about marrying him the way everyone teased her about doing. They wanted different things and she’d found that with Hugh. 

“What does a sheriff do anyways?” He asked a new question, tilting his head as he waited for her response. She grinned as she looked up towards him, matching the smile that rested on his lips. 

“I don’t know,” She admitted with a laugh, grinning at the way he squeezed her thigh, “Basically enforces laws, I think.” She said slowly, not really ever dwelling on what Roy did. Hugh leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. 

“I think I’m going to take a nap,” He said softly once he pulled away, “I still feel like I should be sleeping right now.” He admitted. She nodded her head, noting the bags that were underneath his eyes.

“I’ll see you later.” She told him sweetly, grinning as she leaned over the couch to smack at his butt as he walked away. He blew her a playful kiss before he strutted into the guest room down the hallway. Her parents had been insistent that they didn’t share the same room, even though they were engaged.

Not that it really mattered. Hugh wasn’t much for snuggling or kissing anyways. He claimed it to be a sensory thing, but she often wondered if it was his lack of experience. They’d only brought up sex once or twice, but he’d never touched her in such a manner. He never watched her undress either, always shied away when she’d quickly change in their bedroom.

“Mama,” Daphne whined as she walked into the kitchen, “Please stop bringing Gator up around Hugh.” She said desperately, raising her eyebrows high as she pouted her lips out. Ruby’s blue eyes met Daphne’s in surprise. 

“Why?” She looked at Daphne confused, “You two were really good friends and we did really think you were going to get married. Until, well…” She trailed off, giving Daphne a knowing look. She huffed in frustration, feeling like she would never hear the end of what could’ve been between her and Gator. 

“Gator and I were never together,” She reminded her mother quickly, “You should set him up with Noelle. They’re the same age.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders, trying to keep as stoic as possible. However, the thought of Gator with anyone else still filled her with jealousy. 

“Do you want Gator with Noelle?” Ruby asked in amusement, her dark eyebrows raised high as she waited for Daphne to answer. She fiddled with the kitchen towel, drawing her nails across the simple design as she did her best to deny her feelings. Three long years of trying to erase him and she still felt like nothing had changed. 

“Why does it matter what I want?” She asked softly as she finally stopped fiddling with the towel. Gator hadn’t ever wanted a relationship and she wasn’t going to let him string her around forever. She deserved to move on, to be happy. 

“You know it’s odd,” Ruby said slowly as she rested her hand on her hip, “You still can’t give me a straight reason as to why you ran off.” She tilted her head, holding her eyebrows up highly still as she waited. Daphne traced the constellations across Ruby’s cheeks, wondering how badly she’d hurt her mother when she’d left. 

“I told you, I was doing missionary work,” She shrugged her shoulders as she kept her face down towards the window, not wanting to give anything away, “Then some of the other girls wanted to take a trip through Europe and I joined them.” She said briefly, acting like she hadn’t left without saying anything. 

“But you didn’t even go to summer camp when you were little because you hated being away from home,” Ruby replied quickly, still digging for answers, “What changed?” She asked her in confusion. Daphne paused, wishing she could be honest for once. She feared that if she started telling her about everything that had happened, she’d never stop. She shook her head, deciding it was best to keep secrets instead. 

“I just grew up.”

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“What do you do again?” Bruce asked for the third time the next day. He was sitting at the dining room table, all dressed up for the fishing trip he was taking the boys on for the day. Daphne dragged her eyes up slowly, pausing as she dropped the butterknife back into the jar of mayonnaise. 

“Daddy,” Daphne looked at him as she sighed deeply through her nose, “We talked about this. He’s an artist.” She pulled a bright smile to her lips, hunching her shoulders together as she tried to feign being positive. Bruce, as expected, was taking the longest to warm up to Hugh. She had prayed long and hard last night that Bruce wouldn’t try and drown Hugh. 

“Oh, right,” Bruce responded, still looking disgruntled, “Do you make a lot of money doing that?” He asked with his nose curled up. Daphne looked towards Hugh, noticing his panicked expression as his lips parted. She dropped her head and looked towards Ruby, searching for help. 

“Bruce.” Ruby warned as she gently nodded her head in Daphne’s direction. Daphne was sure that Ruby didn’t look like much of a threat to most people. She barely reached Daphne’s shoulder, had a petite frame and always bore a dazzling smile. Daphne knew the truth, however. Ruby was the one to be wary of. 

“It’s just a question,” He said in defense, “I just want to know how he’s going to take care of my daughter.” He said, feigning a smile as he turned his attention back to his hunting magazine. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes as she knew what this was really about. Bruce had been the least supportive about her engagement.

“Well,” Hugh looked a little uncomfortable as he rubbed his palms against his hands, “It depends. Sometimes the money is good. I think Daphne wanted to do more of her singing.” He said as he motioned towards her, his lips curling up into the softest smile. She felt her eyes widen, realizing that Hugh had forgotten that they weren’t supposed to talk about her singing. 

“Singing isn’t a job,” Bruce replied dryly, giving Daphne a stern look as he reminded her. She shuffled lower as she sandwiched the pieces of bread together, wishing that Hugh hadn’t brought her up, “Besides she can’t. She’ll have to look after the children.”

“Children?” Hugh stuttered out, his eyebrows raised wide as his features mixed into horror. She felt her own face heat up, knowing that children hadn’t really been discussed. She wanted kids and figured he had to, as that was sort of the point of marriage. However, his reaction didn’t seem like he felt the same way. 

“After you get married,” Bruce said slowly, like Hugh couldn’t comprehend his words, “The children that you’ll have. I’m not letting you live on my land just to chase after some silly dreams.” He said pointedly as he leaned back in his chair, referencing the whole point of them moving back here. 

France was expensive, far too expensive. She supposed they could’ve made it work somewhere out of the city, but Hugh was right. Sometimes he went months making very little money and she didn’t make very much money working in a bookstore while she finished off college. He didn’t speak to his family for unknown reasons that he had yet to tell her about. 

Bruce was paying for everything. Her dress. Hugh’s tux. The location, the flowers, the food and music. There was not one thing that Bruce would not be financially aiding in them other than the ring that Hugh had got for her. Most of the guest list that was compiled was people that Bruce wanted to invite.

And as a gift, Bruce would be building a house for them on part of the land. No cost. Daphne didn’t feel like she had a right to say anything against Bruce’s wishes. She owed him a lot. She only hoped he’d warm up to Hugh and not try to make him an outsider. 

“Go get loaded up,” Ruby said, effortlessly changing the subject as she finished piling the sandwiches into the baggy. Daphne passed her the apples, then the chips, “You won’t catch any good fish if you wait too long.” She reminded him quickly.

Daphne waited a second later, leaning against the counter as Bruce mumbled under his breath. She waited until she no longer heard his heavy boots tapping against the wooden floors. She watched the way the rays of sunlight dipped into the room and cascaded against them. 

She glanced towards Hugh, feeling bad as he struggled to get his boots laced up. They were an older pair of Oliver’s, very worn and probably stinky. She scrunched her nose at the thought, watching as Ruby carried the bags filled with their lunches out the door.

Hugh and Daphne fell into silence. She chewed on her bottom lip, as the guilt burned deep inside of her chest. She felt terrible for how she’d treated him, how she’d betrayed him. The feeling only burned deeper the worse that Bruce behaved.

“Your father doesn’t like me,” Hugh said slowly, making her wince at the hurt in his words, “I don’t think the animals do either.” He replied a second later, looking to be deep in thought. She felt her lips twitch into a smile, thinking of how the chickens continually chased him around. 

“He will,” She promised him as she squeezed his hand, “He’s just tough. He’s been tough on all of us.” She told him truthfully, thinking of how Bruce had allowed for her to sing in the church choir but nothing past that. 

Hugh still didn’t seem too enthusiastic about going, but Daphne feared that it would only grow worse if he didn’t at least try with her dad and brothers. Not that August or Oliver seemed to be the issue. She had pulled Oliver aside before they left and made him swear that he wouldn’t let Bruce do or say anything too harsh.

She thought that she would distract herself after, not wanting to linger in the house and pour over picture books that would just make her heart hurt. Everything still reminded her of Gator, like she had some ghost of him lingering about her. She blamed it on her shame, on how horrible her actions had been.

She went into town instead, determined to bury her thoughts through spending money and eating her feelings away. Not that it ended up working very well. She ended up catching up to distant friends, former teachers and friends of her parents. They asked about her trip, about Hugh and to her dismay, Gator. It was all busy talk, each one of them trying to dig around for some sort of gossip that they hadn’t heard of. 

By the end of the day her head was aching so badly that she feared she’d given herself a migraine. Her bags were cluttered in the passenger seat, though she felt like she was no longer happy with her purchases. Nothing could erase the guilt and shame that was swirling inside of her chest, threatening to boil over as she touched her fingertips against her painted lips. She thought of Gator again, how nicely his mouth had molded against hers

She shook away the memory as quickly as it had come to her, trying to ignore the rush of desire that formed in the pit of her stomach. There was no use in dwelling on the way Gator touched her as it was never going to happen again. She promised herself that. 

“Shoot.” Daphne cursed as the sirens to the truck eventually turned on. She inhaled deeply through her nose before exhaling through her lips as she pulled over to the side of the dirt road. She leaned over the console, digging through the old papers until she found her proof of insurance. She twisted at the crank until the window was lowered low enough to see out of.

“You know why I pulled you over?” She heard his voice before she locked eyes with him. She gaped, looking at Gator in disbelief as she shook her head. She dropped the papers, deciding he had no reason to pull her over in the first place. He just wanted to irritate her. 

“Gator,” She huffed in frustration, “What on Earth are you doing?” She asked him seriously, trying to decide if it was worth it to hit him with her car door. Perhaps it would knock the cocky smirk off of his lips. 

“Your tags are out,” He drew out slowly as he tapped his fingertips against the windowsill of her truck, “Which means you can’t be driving this old thing.” He curled his lip up, giving her a mock shrug like he actually regretted what he was saying. 

“Don’t kick my truck,” Daphne said pointedly as she watched him. It had been her grandfather’s from the seventies. A chevy that sat low to the ground, the white paint was peeling and no matter how often it was washed, there was always a layer of grime on it, “I didn’t know my tags were out. I haven’t been here.” She reminded him softly.

“Shucks,” Gator said playfully as he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess you should’ve checked that out before you drove it. Sometimes you women just aren’t very bright when it comes to cars.” He teased her, his brown eyes gleaming as he scanned her features. She picked up his tone, thinking that it sounded like he was lost in a memory. She hoped it was the time she’d yanked out a fistful of his hair when he’d insisted that girls had cooties.

“Ha,” She blinked, hiding the way she was rolling her eyes, “I’ll go in tomorrow and get my car inspected.” She said briefly as she reached for the crank, wanting to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. She turned away, unable to look him in his eyes for too long. 

“Need to search ya.” He drawled out slowly, his lips curling up softly as he leaned against the truck. She snapped her eyes up towards him, hating how cocky he still looked. 

“What?” She looked at him in disbelief, “Why would you have to search me? My tags are out. That’s it.” She held her hands up, understanding that he knew full well that she wouldn’t have anything bad hidden away. 

“We could call it probable cause if you really want,” He said as he turned his lips into a frown and pretended to think about it, “Why don’t you just get out of the car and let me do my job?” He asked as he tapped at her windowsill before taking a few large steps back.

Daphne sighed audibly, but did as he asked. She could remember the way he used to rough house as kids. She didn’t feel like having him drag her out of her little truck. She slammed the door with a little force, shooting him an irritated look as he touched the small of her back and forced her to face the car. 

“Spread them,” He said sternly before kicking his boots against her shoes, making her spread her legs wider, “C’mon. Don’t be such a bitch about it. You’re the one driving around with expired tags.” She felt a moan die on her lips as he slowly dragged his thick thigh between her legs and then pulled away. 

“Gator,” She gasped as he pressed her forward roughly, “Please.” She squeaked out softly as she used her palms to keep herself balanced against her truck. She held onto it tightly, fearing where her hands might go if she let go. 

“What?” He asked as his hands found her hips. He rubbed his calloused fingertips back and forth slowly, just enough to press the hem of her shirt up so he could rub his bare skin against her own. She breathed in deeply, trying to ignore the sparks that traveled up her spine.

“Nothing,” She said quickly, hoping that he didn’t catch onto the desire that was building in her stomach. She swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the guilt that was rising in her bones, “Just get it over with.” She mumbled as she looked ahead, grateful that he couldn’t see her face.

He hummed in response before he began to pat up her hips, doing it rough enough to make her flinch at the first touch. His movements got gentler, slower as he moved further up her torso. She breathed out harshly, trying to pretend like she wasn’t slowly trying to press herself back up against him.

“What’s Frenchie issue?” He hummed softly, her body twitching forward as he brought his fingers down against her ticklish ribs. She fought back a giggle, trying not to get annoyed as he purposely did it again. 

“What do you mean?” She asked as she swallowed down her laughter, feeling a little nervous as his fingertips moved up further and further. Her skin felt like it was burning, liquid fire spreading through her veins as Gator’s fingers lingered underneath her boobs. He was silent for a moment, his breath warm as he pressed closer against her. 

“Why won’t he fuck you?” He questioned huskily as he whispered into her ear, lightly brushing his tongue out to lick against her earlobe. Her breath caught in her throat as he cupped her boobs in his hands, squeezing roughly as he pulled her back against his warm body. 

“He’s a gentlemen.” She whispered when she found the courage to speak. All of her guilt and shame had left, replaced with lust as his fingers pressed lightly into her skin. Gator snorted as he continued to knead at her tits, his lips dragging against the crook of her neck as he pressed his thigh between her legs again.

She moaned softly as he pressed his thigh further against her wet heat, rocking her back and forth slowly as he nipped at the side of her neck. She tilted her head, trying to find the urge to dismiss him from her. His tongue flicked across the base of her neck, trailing up slowly as he dragged it across her cheek and to the corner of her lips. 

“You don’t like gentlemen,” He mumbled as he moved his fingers against her spine, before he dipped her fingers up her shirt to unclasp her bra, “You like being treated like a whore.” He responded as he pulled away, leaving her struggling to fix her bra into place.

Her face was hot again, but not from embarrassment as he slowly took a hold of her hands. She breathed out roughly, trying not to think about how well their hands molded together. A soft grin forming on his lips before he pulled his hands away and gripped the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head.

“Gator,” She choked out, feeling exposed as he gripped her bra and tossed it aside. His breath tasted of strawberries this time as he leaned in closer to her, his nose pressing against her skin as he dragged his nimble fingers up her arm again, drawing goosebumps against her skin, “I don’t think this is how you search someone.” Her heart was hammering in her chest as she found the courage to bring her eyes up towards him again. 

“You could be hiding something,” He said simply as he traced one of his hands down to her left boob, earning a yelp from her as he pinched her pink nipple, “Strip the rest of the way and bend over.” He said as he took a wide step back. He cocked one of his hips out, resting lazily as he waited.

She could feel her fingers twitch in anticipation as his gaze burned through her skin, like he was examining each exposed inch of her. She darted her eyes from left to right, peeking at the dirt road but she knew that no one else would be coming out this way. 

She slowly rolled her shorts down her thighs, bringing her panties down with them. She hoped that by keeping her clothes rolled up together he wouldn’t try and run off with another pair of her underwear. Her heart hammered roughly in her chest as she gripped her ankles and bent over, fully exposing herself to him. She was glad for the night sky, for the odd position so he couldn’t see the way her face was burning.

“God,” He breathed out slowly, sounding far closer to her than she expected, “You’re telling me he’s never touched this?” He asked her seriously. She jolted forward, shutting her eyes tightly as he brought his palm down against her wet cunt. Her legs burned from the position, but she stayed still in fear that he may pull away. 

“No,” She whined softly, “Gator, c’mon.” She whispered out, although she wasn’t really sure what she wanted. Her body reacted on an instinct, purring as she pushed her hands up to her knees and rocked herself back against his fingers.

“Whatcha want baby?” He teased her as he dragged his long fingers through her wet folds. She exhaled deeply, curling back as he lightly brushed against her clit. She didn’t care about anything else right now, just about how badly she wanted him. 

“You,” She responded as she desperately turned around, “I want you.” She breathed out, sure that her eyes were wide and crazed as she stepped closer to him. His eyes traveled down to her lips, watching her mouth as she spoke. 

“You don’t want your pretty boyfriend?” He knitted his eyebrows together as he tilted his head, feigning confusion as she felt like she’d been slapped. She remembered how wrong this was, how terrible her actions were.

She teetered back and forth for a moment before she couldn’t control her want anymore. She didn’t care about Hugh at the moment, and didn't want to think about him. This could be the last time with Gator. She just needed one more taste before she was done. 

“Gator,” She sighed deeply as she gripped at the material of his vest, “Please.” She begged him softly, fluttering her eyes up at him as she tried to pull him closer to her. Despite it being so hot earlier in the day, she was growing chilly from the cool air dancing against her bare skin. 

“You look pretty begging,” He grinned as he tucked her hair behind her shoulder. She lingered against his touch, feeling like a cat who wanted more pets, “Get on your knees.” He said briskly, cupping his hand over her shoulder before he forced her down. 

She yelped softly as she hit the ground hard again, her knees already reddened from their previous encounter. She thought of how he always enjoyed marking her up, even though it was in places no one else would see. 

She moved her hands to his thighs, eagerly clawing at the rough material of his pants before she reached to undo his belt. She could feel her heart hammering roughly as she inspected the gun on the side of his thigh, thinking about the time he’d made her suck on the head of one of them. 

“I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore?” He questioned her as he gripped her chin, giving her a soft squeeze, “What changed?” He asked huskily as he stared down at her, his brown eyes even darker as she wiggled her way closer to him. 

“I want you.” She whispered pathetically as the rocks dug harshly into her knees. She pouted her lips out, hoping to convince him as she nuzzled her face against his skin. His lips curled up, looking satisfied with her answer as he gave her face one last squeeze before he released her. 

She felt nervous suddenly, thinking about how she hadn’t done anything like this for three years and he had certainly slept around in the time since she’d been gone. She unzipped his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to stare at the large bulge that greeted her.

She ran her fingertips across his boxers slowly, her eyes watching in fascination as she thought of the way he used to roughly jerk his hips against her hand and the prettiest sounds that left his lips. She pulled his boxers down, giggling at the way his cock popped out.

He was large, even longer than the ones that she’d seen in porn when they’d watched it together. He was slightly paler than the rest of his body and his tip was a nice pink that seemed to match the color of his lips. 

She wrapped her hand around him slowly, enjoying the way he throbbed against her palm as she spread some of his precum down the length of his cock. Her eyes felt heavy, similar to the way he felt in her hand as a sigh left his lips. 

She kitten licked around the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum on her tongue. She slowly flicked the tip of her tongue against his slit, enjoying the guttural moan that left his lips. She could feel the heat spreading between her legs as she desperately fought the urge to move a hand down and touch herself. 

She slowly wrapped her lips around his pink tip, feeling a little encouraged by the way he slowly began to pet through her hair. She forced her jaw to relax, struggling for a moment as she tried to grow accustomed to how he fit inside of her mouth again.

She slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock, squeezing her thighs together at the rough moans that Gator was creating. It sounded better than any song she’d ever heard. She hollowed her cheeks, determined to hear more of those sounds as her desperation to please him rose.

Gator’s fingers slipped through her dark red locks, gripping her strands tightly as he slowly pressed his hips forward. She shut her eyes tightly, gagging as his tip slid against the back of her throat. She gripped a hold of his hips, trying to pause his movements for a moment so she could recollect herself.

She inhaled sharply through her nose, trying to calm the rough way her heart was beating as she picked up her movements again. She swirled her tongue around the ridges of his cock, earning another groan from him as she slowly pressed more and more of him into her mouth. She enjoyed the way he felt in her mouth as she flickered her tongue around his ridges, enjoying the sensation of him. 

His cock felt heavy in her mouth as her lips burned from the stretch of him. She slowly dragged her eyes up his abdomen, up his chest until she was greeted with his features. She felt herself moaning around his cock, her clit throbbing as she took in the look of pleasure on his features. She had seen his expression wrinkled up into pleasure hundreds of other times, but somehow this felt different. 

He huffed deeply as he rocked his hips forward, moving slowly as she continued to keep a steady pace around his cock. She could feel her movements becoming a little quicker, longer as she tried to fit more of his cock into her mouth. She moved her fingertips to his pink balls, squeezing them softly in her hand to earn another groan from him. 

Drool began to leak from the corners of her lips as she bobbed her head with his languid thrusts, her fingers digging into his thighs as he rutted into her mouth. She was fighting the urge to gag as his tip pressed against the back of her throat with each of his movements. 

She kept her eyes peeled to his features, drinking in the image of him as his brown eyes fell onto her again. She could feel a giddy feeling forming in her chest as she dragged her tongue along his heavy cock. She liked the way he was watching her; she had always enjoyed being the center of his attention, always craved it. She used to hate when he'd attract the attention of other girls. She had wanted him to herself at one point. 

She thought that he was the most handsome person she’d ever seen. She stared at the way his eyebrows knit together as he tilted his head gently back, how wide his lips parted as the sounds rolled off of his tongue. She had an urge to kiss every inch of his skin, to feel his cock dragging inside of her walls instead of her tongue. She pushed his cock further inside of her mouth, desperate to impress him as she rolled her tongue against the base of his cock. 

“Fuck,” He spit out as he fisted her hair tightly, squeezing roughly as his movements became more sporadic. She gagged this time, spit leaking free as he fucked into her mouth, “Jesus. Shit, shit.” He cursed as he pressed his hips forward harshly, dragging her roughly by her hair as he pressed roughly into her mouth.

She gagged hard, blinking away the tears in her eyes at the sudden intrusion as his salty cum filled her mouth. She closed her eyes, continuing to flick her tongue across his cock to ensure that he wasn’t leaving anything behind. She felt crazed suddenly, remembering that this could be the last time that he touched her like this. 

She stood urgently, gripping a hold of his shoulders for support as she slammed her lips against his. He molded easily the way she had a few days previous, one of his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. 

She stood on her tippy toes, moving her palms to his jaw to get better leverage as she slowly rolled his spunk off of her tongue and into his mouth. He groaned in response, his nose brushing against her cheek as their tongues molded against one another's.

She moaned as she rocked her hips forward, her thighs wet with slick as she desperately wanted to feel him touch her. He bit down on her lip, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he gently tugged on her mouth. She whimpered in response, her eyes gleaming over his cocky features in lust. 

“You gonna go home and touch yourself, yeah?” He mumbled as he dragged his hands against her hips. She breathed out roughly against his mouth, sharing the same air as him as he pressed his fingers lightly against her clit. She nodded her head desperately, praying for him to do something to her. 

“Yeah,” She flicked her tongue out against his mouth again, urging for him to kiss her again, “Whatever you want.” She told him truthfully, offering herself up freely. She’d do whatever he asked right now. He just had to say what. 

“Send me a picture,” He bit his bottom lip as he gripped her soft face again, his fingertips digging into her skin as he roughly tilted her eyes up towards him, “Let me know if your boyfriend can taste me on your tongue.” His lips grew into a menacing smirk before he pulled away, taking slow strides backwards until he reached his vehicle.

She was beyond frustrated, her clit throbbing between her legs as her jaw dropped in surprise. She watched the way he sent her a playful wave, how he paid no attention to the way she shyly tried to cover herself as he quickly drove off. 

Her hands shook as she dressed herself again, taking a moment to search for where Gator had tossed her bra aside. She felt dirty, her thighs wet and sticky as she took the uncomfortable ride back to the house. She didn’t know how she was supposed to face Hugh again, or how she was supposed to have any dignity. It was like she wasn’t in control of her own actions. 

She didn’t have to carry her shopping bags far, as Hugh walked out of the house as soon as she stepped out from the truck. She paused, nearly tripping over the ground as she examined the way Hugh was walking. She felt worried, already feeling a lump in the back of her throat as she was sure she’d been caught.

“What happened?” She asked instead, horrified as she tilted Hugh’s cheek to look at the bandage on his skin. She shook her head in disbelief, hoping that it wasn’t anything that Bruce had done to him. 

“Fish flew off,” August answered as he clasped Hugh on the shoulders, giving him a soft squeeze as he laughed, “And the hook got stuck in his cheek.” He replied, grinning wickedly as he twisted his finger into a hook and pressed it against Hugh’s cheek. 

“Your father hasn’t stopped laughing,” Hugh replied pitifully as he swatted August’s hand away, “He can’t even look at me now, he just laughs.” He spit out as he pouted his lips out in dismay. Daphne covered her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, Hugh,” She drew out softly, although her mind was still focused on how she could still taste Gator on her tongue, “I’m sorry.” She said a second later, trying to hide her laughter as she was suddenly overcome with emotions. She was glad she was at least laughing and not crying like she wanted to do. She felt the need to scrub her skin clean. 

“Now you’re laughing.” He whined, sounding like a small child as he brought his hand up to his sore cheek. She shook her head, blinking away the tears that had formed in her eyes as she thought of how ridiculous she was being. She felt jittery with her worries as she thought about how hurt he’d be if he knew what she had been doing. 

“No, no I’m sorry,” She giggled softly as she gently touched the bandage on his cheek, “Oh, it happens to the best of us. I have a scar from a snake bite on my ankle.” She offered, trying to make him feel better as he pulled his face away from her. 

“Oh yes,” Hugh said sarcastically, “Compare a snake to a little fishy.” He said teasingly, his hazel eyes sparkling as he watched her. She held a smile to her lips, trying not to think about how she didn’t get the same butterflies that she got when Gator looked at her. 

“Just think,” She said softly as she moved her bags to one hand and used the free arm to hold onto his bicep, “Now you’ll always have something to laugh about with my dad.” She reminded him, although she knew it wouldn’t make up for the many memories he already had with Gator. 

[buckysgrace]

Time With You

Gator Tillman x fem!oc

Flufftober 2024

Gator and Daphne get their kids ready for Halloween.

Gator dug around in the pantry, trying to recall where he had hidden the last bag of Halloween candy that they had purchased for their trick or treaters. They were going to leave it out on their porch, but they would be gone. 

It was already pitch black outside, the stars hidden behind thick clouds as the wind blew heavily against the house. He didn’t see how anyone would be out, as thick snowflakes had already begun to flutter down against the windows. Hopefully it wouldn’t get too bad as they still needed to make their way up to the school.

He yelped when he caught wind of her in the reflection of the window, his hand falling to his chest as his heart momentarily stopped. The bag of candy almost went flying before he roughly gripped it to his chest, keeping it safe. He breathed in deeply, trying to get his pulse back to normal as Piper stared up at him curiously.

“What are you again?” He asked as he took a big gulp, tilting his head before he bent so he could see her better. She reached her hands out, giving his fingers a little squeeze as he examined her. 

“Coraline, daddy!” She reminded him, her brown hair hidden away underneath a blue wig. He had been selected to go back and braid her hair earlier, after she claimed that her mother hadn’t done it in the right way. He didn’t mind. He took longer to do it as he relied on how it felt for the most part.

Daphne waddled her way in a second later, hand brushing over her swollen belly before she held the yellow raincoat out towards Piper. She jumped in joy, giggling as she slid it on over his shoulders. He was still confused. “Right,” He nodded his head as he blinked in confusion, “Who is that again?” He whispered towards Daphne, not wanting to earn another eye roll from his daughter. She had accused him of being uncool a week ago, as he didn’t know who someone named Jojo was. He still didn’t. 

“We watched the movie last week, remember?” She hummed as Noah ran in after her. He was still only partially dressed, only in his socks and undies. She lifted him gently onto the chair, then began to brush her fingers through Noah’s hair again to get it slicked back, “The one with the talking cat.” She stated as she glanced at him. 

“Oh, that one.” He wrinkled his eyes in confusion, trying to remember which movie that had been. They were watching Hocus Pocus tonight, so it couldn’t be that one. Or maybe it was, but he didn’t recall anyone dressing like Piper was. 

“Do you know who I am?” Knox spoke up, giving his hand a little tug from his weak side. His messy hair was hidden underneath a red hat and he looked completely different than his twin sister did. 

“Hm,” He smiled as he picked up Knox, getting a little giggle from the six year old, “I think you’re a firefighter?” He questioned slowly, like he wasn’t quite sure. He’d grown to become quite fascinated with them recently. 

“Yeah!” He grinned from ear to ear, adjusting the little hat on the top of his head. Gator thought of the last run in he’d had with firefighters, how they’d beaten his team at the baseball game they’d thrown together. 

“They’re cool, I guess.” He teased as he gave Knox’s cheek a little kiss, frowning at the way his expression fell. 

“You guess?” He asked, tone broken as a look of disappointment spread over his features. Gator felt his heart break that time, not meaning to offend him. 

“I mean they are. They’re so cool. The best.” He encouraged him, giving him another bounce until he was beaming again. Sometimes he forgot how soft and sensitive his son was, but he wasn’t bothered by it. He just didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“I can put out fires!” He continued on, holding onto Gator tightly as he carried him into the living room, “Like Pokey.” He stated, trying to drop his head against Gator’s but being unable to do so with his hat.

“You mean Smokey?” He asked with a little laugh, ensuring that there were no hard toys on the couch before he sat them down. Knox thought it over for a moment before he nodded his head. 

“Yeah, him too.” He replied, wiggling over as Piper crawled up on Gator’s other side. He winced at the feeling of her sharp knees against his side before he relaxed, situating her better.

“I’m ready to go.” She stated, bearing Daphne’s smile as she pressed her fingers against his zipper on his chest. Daphne and him had allowed the kids to pick out their costumes this year, which had been Minion onesies. He looked like a joke, but he thought it would be good. No one would recognize him. Daphne always told him that, but he didn’t quite believe it. Or he was just paranoid. 

“As soon as Noah is ready.” He reminded her, adjusting her wig on her head so it wasn’t so lopsided. He wondered how long she’d stay in the wig and considering she hadn’t taken it off yet, he supposed she’d be in it for the next few weeks. 

“He’s slow.” She whined, giving him a dramatic shake before she began to kick her arms and legs out. He held onto her stomach, keeping her from falling onto the floor. 

Piper got along fine with Knox, probably because they shared the womb. And Knox also got along well with Noah. But Noah and Piper did not get along, not at all. Possibly because they were so close in age, or because they were so similar. At times it was like they enjoyed making each other mad. 

“Be nice,” He chuckled softly as one of her wild limbs fell against his bad side, “It goes on for a long time anyways.” He blinked his sore eye a few times, not that it would do much good. He couldn’t see shit from it anyways. 

“But I really want candy.” She replied as she clicked her yellow boots together. He laughed, sitting forward so she could plop her feet onto the ground again. 

“I do too,” Knox nodded his head in agreement, “But I can wait.” He added, smiling brightly as he hugged onto Gator’s arm tighter. He rubbed his back gently, glad that at least one of them was patient. 

“Okay,” Daphne’s voice carried in through the kitchen, her footsteps filling the room before being overpowered by Noah’s loud steps on the floor, “He has a surprise for you.” She added as she leaned behind the couch, tapping his head so Gator would look in the right direction. 

“Daddy, I you!” Noah proclaimed proudly, holding his little hands on his hips. His dark hair was slicked back and he wore a pair of camo pants and a black sweatshirt. Attached to his wrist was a toy leash, linked to a stuffed german shepherd. 

Penny had come into their lives two months ago, a former detection dog that had apparently been too aggressive to be adopted as Daphne had claimed. He had argued with her at first because of the danger towards their kids and because he didn’t need a service dog. He was fine on his own. But she had convinced him that Penny was neither a danger or here to help him. Even though she flocked to his side. 

And she had yet to be aggressive, although she did get pretty intense when she caught wind that he had popped one of his nightly gummies into his mouth. He had tried to become sneaky with it, but she always knew. 

“Cool,” He grinned, feeling flattered as he knelt down to get a better look at him. He looked just like Gator too, just like Knox did. More often than not, people assumed they were twins. Or that they were all triplets, “You look even more handsome than I do.” He added, kissing his flushed cheek.

“Isn’t it sweet?” Daphne cooed, giving Noah’s shoulder a little squeeze as she fluttered her eyelashes multiple times. She had been fairly emotional this time around, or maybe she was also thinking about how he had missed out on her last pregnancy and delivery. He still felt a lot of guilt about that. 

“Hormones?” He questioned, holding his arm out as Noah snuggled up to his side. He buried his face into the crook of his neck, his nose cold against his skin. 

“They’re a bitch.” She spit out as she gently dabbed her fingertips at her eyes, trying not to mess up her mascara. Her red hair was braided out of her face, her bangs covering her eyebrows as she took a deep breath. 

“Bad word,” Knox said, his brown eyes widening, “Did you hear that?” He turned towards Piper, covering his mouth with his hands as he giggled. 

“I apologize.” Daphne said sincerely, her plump lips pressing into a smile. She was wearing a burgundy color on her lips, the one that he loved so much. 

“Uh uh, that’s a dollar!” Piper shook her head, holding her hands on her hips in a similar manner that Daphne did when she was sassing someone. His girls were too similar to one another. 

“Pay it up,” He teased along with the kids, giving Noah another kiss on his head. Years ago he had been terrified that he wouldn’t bond with his youngest while had been locked away. He was glad that wasn’t true, “And then we can go.”

“How much is a dollar?” Noah questioned as Gator worked on getting his winter jacket on him, then carefully sliding his orange mittens onto his fingers. 

“One hundred pennies.” He hummed softly, double checking to make sure his boots were tightly laced before they went outside. Noah preferred to be barefoot and in as little clothes as possible, but it was far too cold for that. 

“How much is a penny?” He piped up next, eyebrows furrowing together in curiosity. He met Noah’s big brown eyes, unsure of how to answer him. 

“Uh,” He stalled for a second, “You know, your mom was better at math than I was.” He said with a little laugh, holding the door open for them. He met Daphne’s eye, sending her a sly wink as she adjusted her yellow hat on top of her head. 

“Mommy!” Noah exclaimed, reaching for her free hand as Knox occupied her other hand. He began to ramble the question off again, speaking too fast to allow her to actually answer. 

“Funny,” She teased Gator, rolling her pretty blue eyes, “Let’s go get some candy.” She replied as she walked them out the door, ensuring that they were all out before she unlocked the car.

“You sure you’re okay to walk around?” He asked her seriously, knowing she’d been more exhausted here lately. She only had a few more weeks left, just under a month. He was nervous. 

“I’m pregnant, not broken,” She grinned as she kissed his cheek, “But thank you.” She walked down the steps slowly, accepting Piper’s outstretched hand so she didn’t trip again.

“Maybe we’ll have twins again,” He smirked, bidding Penny a quick goodbye before he locked the door, “Or triplets.” There was supposedly just one little baby nesting there, but he wouldn’t mind more. Their names were still a work in process as they had decided to wait until they officially met their baby this time. 

“You really do think you’re funny,” She shook her head as she opened the car door, “I’m very amused.” She added, holding a hand out to help the twins inside. 

“Daddy is funny.” Noah added a second later, beaming from ear to ear as he glanced back at him. He chuckled as he picked him up, accepting his little hug. He buried his nose against Gator’s neck again, his nose even colder from the breeze that continued to hit them. 

“Thank you,” He grinned proudly as he worked on getting him buckled into his car seat, “Does everyone remember what to say?” He looked at all of them, shifting a bit so he could see the buckles better. 

“Treat please!” Noah stretched his legs out happily, clapping his hands together as a bright smile spread across his lips again. 

“You didn’t say it right.” Piper said quickly, looking at him surprised. Knox shrugged his shoulders. 

“I think he said it close enough.” Daphne spoke up from the driver’s seat, shifting it back and forth until she was comfortable. Piper scoffed. 

“But it wasn’t right,” She corrected, “It’s trick or treat.” She told Noah, looking at him expectantly as Gator successfully got the buckles tightened around his little tummy. 

“Uh,” The little boy turned towards Gator again, eyes wide, “Trick or treat!” He said instead, giggling in joy. He chuckled as he bent over to kiss the top of his head, glad that he didn’t take anything to heart. 

“That’s better.” Piper nodded as she turned her attention back towards Knox, looking proud of her younger sibling for once. The dirt crunched underneath his feet as he took a step back, gently shutting the door. 

“How much candy do you think you’ll get?” Daphne asked, waiting until he was buckled up before she began to back out of the rocky driveway. He turned in the seat again, spinning around as far as he could so he could get a good look at the kids. 

“This much!” Knox exclaimed as he held out his arms as far as they would go, almost bumping his hand into Piper and Noah’s faces. He usually had to sit in the middle to keep the other two from fighting. 

“That’s a lot,” Gator grinned at him, “Are you going to share?” He teased, knowing that he’d get candy even if he wanted to or not. He supposed that was the good thing about them having a bedtime still. 

“Maybe.” Knox stated bashfully, giggling as he brought his hands back up to his cheeks. Gator assumed that meant no. 

“I share!” Noah said, kicking his feet around wildly, “It’s nice!” He nodded his head eagerly, looking at the other two like he expected them to agree with him. They were all cute. 

“I’ll have more candy than you.” Piper stated, instantly beginning to frown as Noah wrinkled up his nose and began to snort like a piggy. It was his new favorite comeback, although Gator had no idea what it meant. Just that it annoyed his sister to no end. 

“We’re going to have a lot of fun anyways.” Daphne spoke up as she looked in the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Piper for a moment. 

“And you always have to pay the candy fee,” Gator added as he locked eyes with each of his children, ensuring that they stayed curious while he spoke, “Otherwise the goblins will getcha.” He added, laughing as the three of them began to shriek. They’d probably end up crammed into his and Daphne’s bed for the rest of the week, but it was worth it. 

[buckysgrace]

12 Days of Christmas

Hellooooo, below you can find all of my Christmas fics with my oc characters :) I'll add more to the description as it comes along!!

Billy x Kim

Twinkling Lights (Billy and Kim go overboard on Cherry's first Christmas) 12/5

Snow Path (Billy loses Kim at a Christmas market) 12/8

You Make It Feel Like Christmas (Billy and Kim go to an ice rink) 12/13

Wrapped In Red (Smut. Billy gets playful with the Christmas bows) 12/15

Angel Atop My Tree (Kim and Billy help their kids write letters to Santa.) 12/20

Traditions (Kim and Billy celebrate Christmas Eve with their kids) 12/24

Steve x Daphne

Christmastime (Steve spends the holidays with Daphne) 12/12

Under the Mistletoe (smut. Steve gets handsy with Daphne at a party.) 12/21

Gator x Daphne

Baby It's Cold Outside (smut. Gator and Daphne get stuck in a snow storm) 12/10

One I've Been Missing (Gator gets his first Christmas off) 12/18

Winter Wonderland (Gator and Daphne spend an afternoon decorating for Christmas with their kids) 12/23

Double Trouble (Gator and Daphne host Christmas dinner at their house for their twins first Christmas) 12/25

[buckysgrace]

17. Forever and Ever, Amen

Gator Tillman x fem!oc

Hugh announces some surprising news to the entire family.

Then

He was thirteen when Nadine stumbled into his life.

He supposed that force was a better way to describe it. She had disrupted the delicate balance that was his home life, even if it wasn’t technically her fault. Still, he enjoyed having her company. It made him feel less lonely in his big house, even though he wasn’t allowed to play with her that much. 

“Who are you?” Daphne peered up at Nadine, her dark eyebrows pulled together inquisitively like she was trying to decide if Nadine was kind or not. Her eyes were narrowed, like she was trying to decide if Nadine was friend or foe. 

Nadine had only been at the ranch for a few days, but Gator’s parents had business with the ranch that had left the two of them swiftly dropped off at the Williams’ house. Ruby had spent some time outside on the porch, speaking to his mom in a hushed whisper. “I told you,” Gator whined, “This is Nadine.” He reminded her again, although he had already told her over the phone the day that Nadine had arrived. Daphne parted her lips in a silent understanding, her big blue eyes locking onto Nadine like she was one of the new animals her father had purchased. 

“Oh,” Daphne drew out slowly, “Where did you come from? How old are you? Do you like dollies? I have a pony, do you want to meet her?” She spit out all at once, nearly toppling over out of her seat from how close she had moved to Nadine. 

Nadine’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by Daphne’s attitude. Gator flushed, wishing that he would’ve warned Nadine about how Daphne could be. She was eleven now, but still acted a little too naive at times. 

“Let the poor girl speak, Daphne.” Ruby walked around a second later, shaking her head before she waved her hand so that Daphne would sit up straight again. 

“Sorry,” Daphne blushed as she settled back into her seat. It only lasted a second before she wiggled closer again, “We can play dress up too if you like that.” She smiled a little sweeter, looking excited at the aspect. Nadine seemed to relax as she nodded her head in agreement. 

“Dress up sounds fun.” She said softly, her blue eyes locked tightly on the way Daphne’s features broke out into excitement. 

“Cool,” Daphne grinned widely, showing off one of her little gap between her bottom front teeth, “You can wear some of Noelle’s stuff.” She said quickly as she hopped out of her seat. She tugged on Nadine’s hand, nudging her upstairs. 

“Where are you going?” Gator protested, not wanting to be left alone. August wasn’t back yet, which meant that he might have to play nice with Oliver. He didn’t want to do that. 

“Uh to my room,” Daphne said incredulously, “Are you coming or what?” She yelled over her shoulder as she walked upstairs. He stumbled out of his seat, not wanting to be left behind as he joined them. 

Daphne had a steady hand as she applied color onto Nadine’s eyelids. He thought the q-tip like brushes were odd, along with the funny looking palettes. He wasn’t sure if it was even real makeup. 

“Daphne can you-,” August stalled as he held the door open, “Whose this?” He paused, his eyebrows cocked wide as he stared at Nadine. He leaned against the doorway, his body relaxing as he watched her. 

“I’m Nadine.” She gave a soft wave, smiling kindly before she looked away again. Gator felt his own eyes narrowing, quickly understanding the look in August’s eye. He’d had a girl problem recently. 

“Go away, August,” Daphne grumbled, “She’s my friend not yours.” She said quickly before she began to dabble a glossy pink color on Nadine’s lips. 

“She probably doesn’t want to play with a bunch of kids.” He challenged as he jerked his chin back towards her. Daphne’s cheeks heated up, looking frustrated at once again from being referred to as a kid. 

“I don’t mind.” Nadine spoke softly, looking as relaxed as ever as she kept her eyes glued to the way Daphne was continuing her work. 

“Ha,” Daphne replied as she stuck her tongue out towards him, “Now go away.” She demanded as she reached for one of the stuffed animals on the floor. She threw it, narrowly missing his head as it bounded down the hallway right before August slammed the door shut. There was a loud shriek of protest, sounding like Oliver had become a victim from the attack. 

Daphne kept them busy as they played from game to game. Sometimes it was a struggle to keep up with her imagination, but Gator enjoyed it. Nadine was a lot quieter, a lot calmer than the two of them. She only seemed to calm down once they were all called in to get cleaned up for dinner. 

“Sorry, the office was busier than usual,” Bruce grumbled as he strolled through the door. He gave Ruby a brief kiss on the lips before he kissed Noelle’s head and then Daphne’s. He ruffled Gator’s hair the same way he did to August and Oliver before he paused, “Uh hon, I don’t remember this child.”

“That’s Nadine!” Daphne replied in excitement, “She’s like Gator’s big sister now. And she likes horses too!” She said happily as she wiggled around in her chair again. Bruce raised an eyebrow as he glanced towards Nadine before he turned to his youngest daughter again. 

“Can she speak for herself?” He challenged, but still looked amused as Ruby began to serve him his dinner. August snorted, looking a little pleased with himself before Ruby gave him a warning tap on his shoulder. 

“Well yes,” Daphne replied back, too excited to listen to Bruce’s grumpy tone, “But I wanted to answer for her because we’re friends. See?” She held up the little beaded bracelet, waving it around wildly. Nadine raised her wrist in response, a shy smile on her lips as she showed off her matching one. 

“She’s staying with the Tillman’s for a while,” Ruby answered softly as she sent Nadine another wave, “They’re picking up some cattle so I said we could watch them.” She finally sat down, looking a little tired as she gave Bruce a squeeze on his shoulder. 

Dinner passed easily after that and Gator didn’t miss the confusion on Nadine’s features. Bruce was similar to Roy, but he was also very different. They didn’t sit in silence at dinner, Bruce made sure to ask them all the same amount of questions and seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. He was always a little harder on August, but Gator figured that it had to do with him being the oldest. 

`They all helped clean up after dinner. He scraped off the leftovers into a bowl then handed the dirty dishes to Daphne. She washed them, while Noelle dried them. August worked on scrubbing the table down while Oliver silently swept the floor. It was routine, it was nice. No one got yelled at for doing it wrong either. 

“We could play monopoly,”  Daphne suggested as she balanced on one leg that night, “Or Life. Or Twister. Or I could make August give up his Xbox.” She rambled as she listed off everything that came to her mind. They had made their way into the basement. There was more room, with an extra sofa, mattress and TV. 

“What about Mario Kart on the Gamecube?” Gator asked instead, feeling like that sounded a lot more fun. He felt bad that Nadine was still quiet. He hoped that she understood that she did fit in. Daphne seemed to be a big fan of hers.

“That’s fine,” Nadine said in agreement, “I’m alright with whatever you guys usually do.” She agreed with them, looking quite content as Daphne rushed over to set up the Gamecube. She hummed to herself, filling the room with sound as he wondered what thoughts Nadine was hiding behind her stoic features. 

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Gator woke up to the sound of the rain.

He rolled over, his feet cold from the lack of blankets. He groaned, trying to tug them back over himself but to no avail. Nadine and Daphne had cocooned themselves together underneath all the blankets. Each time he tried to grab at them, one of them shifted it closer to themselves. 

He drifted upstairs, making plans to head into the spare closet that held all the extra pillows and quilts. He was sure he’d be left with the scratchy ones, but he supposed he couldn’t be a beggar. 

“She could stay here,” Gator heard Ruby pleading with Bruce down the hall, speaking in hushed tones so that no one else could hear them, “Linda and Roy have so much going on right now. We’re already used to a full house, it wouldn’t be that different.” She protested, sounding more desperate than he had ever heard her. 

“It’s none of our business who they take in.” Bruce whispered back in the same manner, but sounded frustrated as if they had been arguing about this for a while. Gator crept closer, doing his best to stay quiet even though he knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop. 

“She could help me out,” Ruby tried again, “And she could share a room with Noelle or Daphne. We could  make it work.” She sounded chipper, like she could somehow convince Bruce. Gator found himself frowning, not wanting to lose the one chance he had at gaining a sibling. 

“She’s the same age as August,” Bruce dismissed her entirely, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He sounded serious this time as he spoke. Ruby sighed deeply, sounding like she was debating on her next choice of words. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to stay there,” Ruby said at last, “It just doesn’t feel right.” She breathed out harshly. Gator crept a little closer, curious as to what she was going to say. 

“And why’s that?” Bruce sounded more stern this time around. Gator took a step back, not wanting to hear Bruce treat Ruby the same way Roy handled Linda. He winced as the floor creaked, stiffening as he knew that he had been caught. He pulled a sheepish smile to his lips as Ruby turned around the corner. 

“Hey,” Ruby smiled brightly at him, all of the worried lines on her features disappearing as she stepped forward, “I didn’t wake you, did I?” She asked worriedly as she fumbled her fingers through his hair. 

“No,” He lied, “I just couldn’t sleep.” He shrugged his shoulders softly, trying to keep as nonchalant as he could. She nodded her head, looking fine with that answer as Bruce rounded on them. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” Bruce said dismissively as he gave Ruby a warning look, “Try and get some sleep.” He added towards Gator a second later. He gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, then added an even softer smile before he walked away.

“I was about to have a cup of tea, do you want some?” Gator loved his mom, but thought that she sometimes had a hard time loving him. Roy was always telling her that she was doing something wrong, that she was babying him. He never heard Bruce say that to Ruby. She was softer, sweeter. 

When he was here, Roy couldn’t say that. Bruce never seemed to complain about it either. Ruby treated Gator in the same manner she treated her sons. She’d let him curl up against her side, rest his head on her lap and would kiss injuries the same way she did to the rest of her kids. 

“Okay,” He nodded his head. He watched as she worked, thinking about how his mom never drank tea, “Why do you not want Nadine to stay with me?” He asked at last, furrowing his eyebrows together as he tried to come up with his own answer. Had he already done something wrong? 

“Oh, it’s not about you,” She said softly as she pushed a teacup towards him, “It’s just a lot on your mom. And she’s only had a little boy to deal with, plus, I know how to handle girls.” She said with a sly smile, making him nod his head in agreement.

“Right,” Gator replied as he took a soft sip from the warm tea, “I want a sister though.” He told her seriously. He’d always wanted a sibling. He felt like he missed out some, especially when he watched the way Daphne interacted with her siblings. They fought, but they also loved each other a lot. 

“You could still have one,” She nodded her head, “And my kids are like your siblings too.” She told him as she took a sip from her own cup. She looked deep in thought for a moment. He watched her, thinking that Daphne had her same eyes. 

“Not Daphne though?” He asked a second later, unable to help himself as her name just came to his mind. She laughed as he spoke. 

“Not Daphne,” She grinned as she watched him, “I still need grandkids from you two one day. A long time from now.” She winked, teasing him as he curled his nose up in disgust. 

“Ew.” He said, feeling his face flush at the thought. Having kids with Daphne? There was no way. She was just a friend.

Now

How are things?

He texted her the day of her appointment, still slightly worried about what had been wrong with her bloodwork. He hoped it was nothing bad. But then again, he supposed that Hugh could’ve given her some odd disease. 

Good, maybe we can talk later?

Her message made his eyebrows raise. He supposed it was harmless, but there also seemed to be something hidden in there. He quickly answered her.

Is everything alright?

He stared at his open messages, praying and hoping for a quick response from her. 

I hope so.

Her message was odd and did nothing to soothe the jitters in his veins. He paused, about to call her when Roy burst into his room. He looked at him unimpressed before he jerked his head down the hall.

“Get ready.” Was his simple statement, giving Gator no time to question him before he was back out the hallway. Gator stumbled out the door, trying to figure out exactly what he needed to get ready for. He couldn’t tell if this was personal or business. 

“Where are we going?” He breathed out harshly, almost tripping down the ends of the stairs. He paused, taking in the way that Karen was getting the girls adjusted. Personal. This was something personal. 

“We were invited over for dinner,” Roy huffed as he adjusted his hat, “Is there some issue?” He snapped, sounding a little more cranky than usual.

“No,” Gator said, slightly alarmed by his tone, “I was just curious s’all.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to keep his cool as he quickly slid on a pair of his boots. He was still taken off guard, trying to figure out just where they were heading. He supposed that Ruby must’ve overcooked again. 

“Do we get to throw flowers yet?” Jessica asked as she furrowed her eyebrow and tugged on Gator’s hand. He sighed, unsure of how to explain to her that she probably wouldn’t be one for a while.

“Probably soon,” He nodded his head, feeling a bit bad for lying to her as he helped her out the door. She pouted her lips out, seemingly disappointed before Karen took her and lifted her into the truck, “What did Ruby make?”

“It’s not there,” Roy dismissed him as he clambered into the front seat, “It’s at Daphne’s. Her husband invited us over.” He remarked, trying to make a subtle dig but it didn’t work this time. Gator knew something that he didn’t. 

He stood there for a moment, wondering if he was walking into some sort of trap. He had heard stories of wives confronting their cheating husbands in front of large groups to humiliate them, but never the other way around. He didn’t think that Hugh could do that. Nor did he believe that anyone would really care.

“Are you coming?” Roy asked, looking annoyed at the way Gator lingered outside of the truck. He quickly cursed before he made his way inside, trying to sort out if there was some connection between Daphne’s messages and Hugh’s invitation.

The drive there wasn’t long but Gator was left in his nerves the entire way. He kept unlocking his phone, his thumbs brushing over his keyboard as he tried to think of some message to send Daphne. He doubted that she’d answer him. He didn’t like feeling like he was blinded. 

He still thought it was a bit funny that Bruce had kicked them out of the house, so soon after their marriage. He was more than happy to get rid of Hugh, that much was certain. Gator wondered where Hugh would go after. 

Maude and Jessica approached the open door first, bustling inside the already busy room. Karen was quickly after them, trying to keep them away from the walls that were only half painted. Gator lingered about, observing the room and then everyone’s behavior. Everything seemed normal. Except Daphne wasn’t around yet.

He debated on how to ask first, before he went towards Noelle who was sprawled out by herself on the couch. The furniture was all shifted about, still close together as part of the living room had yet to be finished. Despite the candles, everything still smelt like fresh wood. 

“Is Daphne here?” He looked at Noelle in confusion, not seeing her anywhere nearby as he walked towards where Noelle was positioned on the sectional. She sighed deeply, like his presence was irritating. He was used to it by now. She’d been like this his whole life. 

“I haven’t seen her,” Noelle shrugged her shoulders as she continued to inspect her nails, “Hugh told daddy to get pizza and said they had big news.” He furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, feeling like this was all odd. It didn’t sound like they were celebrating a divorce. 

“Hugh set this up?” He searched for clarity, wondering why he would do such a thing. It wasn’t like he’d received a very warm welcome from any of them. Something was off, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

“Yeah,” Noelle narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, “What do you know?” She asked as she leaned forward, like she was trying to read his expression. He remained stoic, not needing another one of her siblings to know of their affair. 

“Nothing,” He responded as he backed away as if he could prove his innocence, “I don’t know anything.” He said at last, crossing his arms as if to make a point. 

“I don’t believe you,” She said at last as she pointed a finger at him, “You’re hiding something too.” She told him seriously as she furrowed her eyebrows tightly together. He scoffed, even though he was hiding something. He wouldn’t tell Noelle. He didn’t trust her.

“What about your secret?” He challenged in response, not liking being so easily called out. Her eyes widened for just a fleeting second before she quickly rolled them and turned in the other direction. It was a bit of a low blow, but it was the truth. 

There wasn’t much time for her to investigate him again before he heard footsteps gliding down the stairs. He walked around the sofa, already recognizing who it was before she stepped into the room. Her eyes widened in surprise, clearly taken aback by everyone in the room. 

“Hugh,” Daphne’s smile was tight, her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she glanced around at everyone, “What’s going on?” Her hair was wrapped up in a bun on top of her head with loose strands in disarray. She looked a little green around the edges and her mascara was smeared around the corners of her eyes as if she’d wiped them for too long. 

“I thought we should celebrate the big news,” He said as he ushered her forward, pushing her smaller body until she was on display. She didn’t look dressed for a celebration either. Her leggings had cat hair on them and her shirt was a few sizes too big, one that he suspected had been one of his old ones. The thought made him smirk. 

“Wait, wait,” She tried to protest, “What are you-, what’s everyone doing here?” She peered around at everyone in surprise, looking a little horrified as she tried to gain control of the situation. He rubbed the back of his neck, a little worried at how stressed she looked. He really hoped that Hugh wasn’t going to spring something on them. 

“To celebrate the baby!” The words tumbled free from Hugh’s tongue, making Gator take a few steps back until he hit the back of the couch. He blinked, almost positive that he had heard Hugh wrong. There was no way. 

“You’re pregnant?” Ruby was the first one to speak, grinning as Daphne planted her feet and continued to look horrified, “Oh congrats. That’s amazing!” She wrapped her arms around Daphne, giving her a little squeeze as her eyes remained wide. 

“It’s great news, isn’t it?” Hugh grinned as he bent low to kiss the corner of Daphne’s mouth. She quickly tugged away, almost as if she had been slapped as she stared up at him. Gator couldn’t find any words of congratulations on his tongue. He felt angry, jealous. He’d been so determined that Daphne was his when she really wasn’t. 

“So great,” Bruce responded dryly, only changing his tone when Ruby nudged him, “I’m so glad I’ll finally be a grandpa.” He tried again, but didn’t have the energy to humor anyone with his fake enthusiasm. Gator felt like the walls were slowly caving in and as if his lungs could no longer work. He hadn’t had an asthma attack in years, but he felt the similar dread forming in the base of his chest. 

“I uh,” Daphne shook her head, looking lost and a little terrified as different forms of congratulations were thrown her way, “I didn’t want to announce it like this.” He turned his attention towards the floor, thinking that the wood looked far too clean as her eyes fell onto him. He didn’t want to look at her. 

“It’s your family,” Hugh reminded her with a sweet tone, “There’s not a better way to do it.” Gator was sure that he was all up on her, parading her around and their unborn baby. He knew it wasn’t right to be so jealous, but he was. It should be him. 

He left without another word, turning on his heel as he was sure no one would notice anyways. It took everything in him to keep from slamming the door behind him. Fuck this. Fuck her. He wouldn’t be used in that way. Not now, not ever. 

He paced on the steps, grumbling curses underneath his breath as he wondered how he could let some girl turn his entire life upside down. Fuck. His hand shook as he brought his vape up to his lips, taking inhale after inhale as the warm setting sun burned the tops of his shoes.

The door opened but he didn’t need to look over to know who it was. He felt stupid as he stared off into the distance, wondering how he had ever thought that they’d had a chance. 

“You’re pregnant.” He spoke bitterly as he stared ahead, his heart hammering as he held back a rush of nasty accusations on the tip of his tongue. He couldn’t look at her right now. 

“Gator,” She breathed out roughly, “I was going to tell you. This was all ambushed on me. I didn’t want anyone else to know this early.” She said frantically, sounding like she was close to tears as she roughly gestured her hands around. 

“Why would it be any of my business?” He snapped at her, feeling bitter as it settled around him. She tilted her head, looking at him in disbelief as she gently shook her head. She scoffed, then laughed to herself like it was funny. The realization washed over him next, like a cold dunk in the crick as he parted his lips in understanding.

Oh.

“So the baby is-?” His tongue rolled around awkwardly in his mouth as he spoke. He straightened up his form as he looked down at her, noticing the softness that formed around her features. 

“Yes,” Daphne said, her skin a little green as she watched him, “What do you think?” She chewed on her bottom lip, cocking an eyebrow as she twisted her fingers together. He fell silent, noticing that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring either. The anger rushed out of him, disappearing as a breeze hit them. 

“I think that’s amazing,” He spat out truthfully, “Really great. That’s incredible. A baby, wow.” He rambled for a moment, shaking his head as he tried to think of the right thing to say. He was excited, truly. He was just unprepared. His little tantrum earlier had been rash, but he was glad to know he wasn’t being used. 

He was going to be a dad. A father. He didn’t know how to process that as he roughly swallowed the words. He wasn’t upset, but he didn’t know if he’d be a good one either. He hoped so. 

“You’re nervous.” She said simply, her eyes crinkling as an amused smile tugged on her lips. He watched her as he nodded his head in agreement, bringing the vape back to his lips so he could twist out the new nerves that had formed inside of his stomach. 

“Yeah,” He nodded his head, still smiling as he resisted the urge to hold onto her, “How far along are you?” She walked forward until they were out of sight from the window, smiling as she took his hand in hers. He looked down at how tiny her hand seemed to be in comparison as he rubbed his fingertips across her open palm. 

“About five weeks,” She chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at him, “Hugh had my phone. I think that’s how he knew.” She whispered softly, her eyes swimming with worry as he was sure they shared the same thought. He was sure that if Hugh had seen their messages that he would’ve said something. 

“He doesn’t suspect anything then?” He asked her softly as he linked their fingers together, just for confirmation. She shook her head slowly. He almost wished that Hugh had looked. It would’ve made things a lot easier. 

“Apparently not,” She breathed out, “I should’ve just told him. Now everyone thinks the baby is his.” She huffed in frustration as she glanced back towards the house. He didn’t want her to get too stressed out. He was sure her miscarriage must’ve been partially due to stress at the time. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. 

“S’alright,” He mumbled as he rubbed his thumb into her palm gently, “We can work through this together.” He told her truthfully. It was a mess right now, but they’d be able to figure it out. In all honesty, he didn’t care what Hugh thought or said about the situation. He knew it would be easier to just come clean. 

“It’s embarrassing.” She groaned as she leaned forward, fully hiding her face into the crook of his neck. She continued to whine, shuffling on her feet as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her in for the first real hug they’d shared in years. He soaked in her warmth, pulling her closer as she nuzzled her face deeper against his skin. He pressed his chin against the top of her head, suddenly feeling like everything was alright. 

“On the bright side,” Gator drew out softly, “I don’t think Hugh will want to stick around after this.” He chuckled softly as he rocked them back and forth. She clung to him tightly, sighing deeply as her eyelashes fluttered against his neck. 

“I’m scared.” She breathed out slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed his fingertips down her spine. He wanted to pull her closer, then wondering how fast they could make it to his truck without anyone noticing. Perhaps it wouldn’t be bad to leave. 

“It’s going to be alright,” He promised as he kissed her temple, “Things will be easier this time. I’ll take care of you.” He promised her as he peppered a trail of kisses down to her lips. She giggled softly, the sound absorbed by the soft touch of their lips meeting. 

“I know,” She whispered softly once he pulled away, “But what do we do now?” She looked at him worriedly as she flicked her eyes up towards him. He paused for a moment, but really didn’t know how to answer her.

“You need to end it with Hugh first,” He said at last, “Then everything else will fall into place.” He said at last, feeling like it would be better for them to start slowly than to announce it to everyone. He didn’t want to cause a scene, no matter how badly he wanted to be with her. It wasn’t worth doing it in that manner. 

He snuck back in a few minutes after her, taking a bit longer to breathe in what had just happened. He was going to be a dad. He was going to have a baby. He was excited, but it also made him want to vomit. He had no idea how to be a dad. 

The buzz from his excitement was still coursing through his veins as he walked back inside, exhaling one last cloud from his vape before he was forced into such close proximity with everyone. Part of him didn’t even care about keeping it a secret anymore, but he would for her behalf. 

He ignored the way Roy’s eyes fell towards him, an accusatory look in his expression that Gator shrugged off. He joined August, listening to whichever bitch he was venting about this time as he tried to keep himself from staring after Daphne. They were going to have a baby. 

“A baby will be so nice,” Ruby gushed out over the cheap pizza place Bruce had ordered from, still looking as if he’d just been stabbed, “The two of you will have a cute baby.” She grinned as she watched them, looking like she was already planning on when she’d be able to hold the baby. Gator shifted in his chair, hoping she’d be just as excited when she found out the truth. 

Daphne nodded deeply as a soft smile fell to Hugh’s lips. The bastard was still clueless. She circled the tip of her pizza in a cup of ranch, fluttering her eyes dramatically as she took a large bite before she began to speak. 

“I hope the baby has Gator’s eyes.” She breathed out dreamily as she took another bite from her slice of pizza. She munched on it, closing her eyes as her statement waved through the air around them. 

He stopped chewing, resisting the urge to spit out the crust of his pizza from how dry it suddenly felt in his mouth. The side conversations stopped as eyes darted back between the two of them. She stayed oblivious as she opened her eyes, a tiny smile on her lips until she realized everyone was staring. He swallowed hard, wincing at how roughly the food traveled down his throat. 

“What?” She looked at them confused with a raised eyebrow, “Is something wrong with the food?” She asked in confusion, peeling her cheese back like there was something hidden underneath it. Gator shifted lower in his chair, completely aware of the look Roy was sending him.

“Daph,” August coughed to cover up his laugh, eyes flickering in mischief, “You just said the wrong name.” He said in amusement, once again wearing that shit eating grin as he turned towards Gator. Gator felt himself grumbling, his eye twitching as he resisted the urge to toss his drink towards him. 

“Name?” She looked at him confused, tilting her head before she glanced towards everyone else. Hugh stared ahead, blinking in confusion like he was hearing it all over for the first time.

“You just said you wanted the baby to have Gator’s eyes.” Oliver said this time, a little more agitated as he turned to fully face Daphne. She froze, her fingers tightening into fists on the table as she refused to look at anyone. 

“Oh,” Daphne paused, her blue eyes widening in shock, “I said that?” She laughed nervously, her face burning like she’d been out in the sun too long as everyone continued to stare at her. Gator avoided the way Karen stuck her nose up, how she sent Roy a knowing look. 

“You did.” 

“Hm,” She stopped again, her face and neck burning as bright as a tomato, “I uh, I had this whole thing rehearsed and -,” She stopped herself quickly, covering her hand over her mouth before she stood and bolted down the hallway. Her chair nearly teetered backwards from how roughly she stood, but Oliver quickly grabbed it to balance it out as Hugh stared in disbelief.

Gator was all too aware as all the attention shifted towards him. He pulled a stiff smile to his lips, his face suddenly feeling hot, “I really like this pizza place.” He said simply, feeling like his insides were slowly curling up and sinking inside of him. His face felt too hot as he was thrown off from her sudden revelation. 

“You bastard,” Oliver said suddenly, “You’re going to ruin her.” He snapped towards Gator, looking like he was second away from flipping the table. August only laughed, making Gator want to bury his face that much deeper into his hole. 

He wished that Oliver was wrong, but the sad truth was that he probably wasn’t. He cared deeply for Daphne, but he had secrets that he couldn’t share with her. To keep her safe, of course. Partially. And because he didn’t want to lose her when she found out the truth. 

“Oliver,” Ruby looked at him surprised, “Not now.” She brushed him off quickly, smiling stiffly as she glanced back towards Hugh, who was stony faced. This wasn’t exactly how he wanted it to go, but maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with ripping the bandaid off. It would all be over with now. And he didn’t really feel bad for Hugh either, he had been shitty towards her. 

“You and her,” Hugh looked up towards him, “You were with her the whole time?” His brown eyes locked in on Gator’s, looking determined as he searched for any cracks in Gator’s demeanor. 

“Uh,” Gator wasn’t sure how to sit, where to place his hands or where to look, “Um, yes.” He said honestly, figuring that there was no other way around it. Everyone was going to find out, one way or another. 

“Wow,” Bruce spoke suddenly, making Gator hide further into his chair, “You know you could’ve done this a few years ago. Or before she was married. Congrats.” He sounded a little amused towards the end, so amused that Gator swore he winked in his direction. He suddenly seemed more chipper than he had a few minutes ago. 

“Bruce!” Ruby shouted in shock, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what he’d just said. Bruce shrugged his shoulders innocently as Hugh continued to stare towards Gator. “What?” He asked in disbelief, “Everyone congratulated Hugh, I was just being the first one to say it to Gator.” He gestured towards Hugh, then towards Gator as if to make a point.

“Well,” Roy drew out softly, “I sincerely apologize for how my son has acted.” He smiled tightly, but was clearly agitated by the look in his eyes. Suddenly, Gator felt like he was twelve again. Ruby opened her mouth again, looking like she was going to protest before a sound from the doorway tore their attention away. 

“Hugh,” Daphne finally reappeared, looking quite small as she stood in the doorway, “Can we talk?” She nearly whispered, holding her gaze down as she shifted from foot to foot. He winced, wishing there was something he could do to make it easier on her. He suddenly wondered if he should join her, or if that would make it all worse. 

“You’ve already humiliated me,” Hugh spoke raspily, making Gator turn his attention down to his plate to hide away from his glare, “Just say what you have to say.” He sat back in his chair and linked his fingers together, looking quite relaxed as he waited for her to speak. 

“I think you should talk in private,” Ruby said quickly, “We don’t need to hear this.” She shook her head, desperately looking like she was trying to help Daphne take control of the situation. 

“It’s fine,” Hugh said dryly, “Just go ahead. Get it off your chest.” He said plainly, looking rather interested as he held eye contact with her. 

She paused, looking scared as she continued to fiddle with her fingers. Gator shifted in his seat, beginning to join her before Noelle shoved him back down. She shook her head, giving him a look before she reached over and grabbed her sister’s hand. She squeezed hard, looking like she gave Daphne the bit of confidence that she needed. 

“I’m in love with Gator,” She said at last, breathing in shakily as she looked around, “And I think he loves me too. I’m, um, I’m sorry about what I did to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you through this mess and I’m, well, obviously ashamed of my actions but I don’t regret them. But I am sorry.” She glanced at Gator briefly, sending him a look that made his insides warm. She quickly looked away, nodding her head as she laid out the facts plainly. 

“That was something, dear.” Ruby smiled tightly, looking more stressed than what Daphne did at this point. She kept glancing towards Hugh, like she was waiting for him to do something rash. He was quiet, far too quiet before he roughly rose and walked upstairs.

“It’s alright,” Noelle tapped Daphne’s hand softly, “You did good.” She reassured her, smiling softly in reassurance. Daphne nodded her head, looking a little green again as she glanced towards Gator. He took her free hand, engulfing her hand in his as he tugged her closer. Maybe it wasn’t the right time for everyone else, but it felt good to him. 

“I do love you,” He told her softly as he kissed her knuckles, “Very much.” He added gently, unsure if it was the right time to be so public with her. She sighed softly, looking relieved. He could tell that she needed this. Things would be okay. 

“Enough to streak around the farm.” August snorted as he spoke up, making Gator shoot a glare his way. Eyes snapped up once again as another uncomfortable tension filled the room. 

“What?” Bruce looked up horrified, “You know what-, I don’t want to know actually.” He held up his hands and then quickly shook his head, like he had finally absorbed all of the information. Ruby exhaled deeply, patting his shoulder as she looked deep into her own thoughts. 

“Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.” Roy spoke up, rambling for a moment as the air turned tense again. Gator felt a knot forming between his shoulders. 

“Thanks, dad,” Gator replied dryly, “Congrats. You’re going to be a grandfather.” He did his best to pull a smile to his lips, even though he knew that Roy wasn’t happy. Daphne squeezed at his hand softly, dragging his attention away as he glanced up towards her again. 

Everyone was quiet and Gator was fairly certain because they all fit into one of those boxes. August had run through just about every girl in this town, meanwhile Oliver and Noelle both had settled for different tastes than what was expected. Daphne rested against him, wrapping an arm behind his shoulders as he rubbed his fingertips against her skin softly. 

“A baby is still exciting,” Noelle said this time, “I hope you have a girl.” She replied joyfully, leaning over to poke and prod at Daphne’s tummy. It was still flat, hiding any proof away. Gator wondered if she had a developed tummy at all when they lost their first baby girl. 

The rest of the dinner was still a bit awkward, everyone tiptoeing through the obvious tension. Except for Oliver. He threw insults and little jibes whenever he got the chance. Ruby ended up escorting him out before everyone else.

Gator lingered behind after everyone else had left, feigning an excuse so he didn’t have to face Roy. He wasn’t ready for the lecture he was about to receive. He didn’t really need to go back. He really wanted to stay with Daphne, to be there to support her. 

“So,” Daphne teetered awkwardly from foot to foot, “Where should we stay tonight? Hugh is still upstairs.” She peeped her head over the corner before she shuffled back towards him, smiling sheepishly as she wrapped her arms around his waist again. 

“Maybe we should check to make sure he didn’t, you know.” He made a concerned face, shaking his shoulders as he held onto her. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, glad that he had her back. Everything was definitely awkward, but he was happy that they could be together now. 

“Gator,” Daphne laughed quickly, “That’s not funny.” She shoved at his shoulder gently, whispering like she was trying to make sure that Hugh couldn’t hear them. He bent over again, kissing her temple sweetly. 

“It kinda was,” He mumbled, “Do you want me to check?” He asked as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She still looked a little frazzled, but that didn’t matter to him. He gripped her face, squeezing it softly before he pressed his lips against hers. She giggled in response, squealing against his lips before he pulled away. 

“I’ll come with,” She said as wiped his spit away from her mouth as her blue eyes filled with amusement, “Or is that very smart? I really don’t know what to do.” She admitted as she gave his hand a soft squeeze. 

“No need,” Hugh drew their attention away, making their eyes snap up towards the stairs as Gator quickly took a step back, “Can I take the spare room? Just until I get moved somewhere else.” He said stiffly, his eyes still fiery as he looked towards Gator. 

“Sure,” Daphne spit out awkwardly, “Yeah that’s, that’s fine. Do you want to talk or-?” She looked at him briefly, looking like she wasn’t sure what else to say as Hugh pushed past them. He carried his bags on his shoulders and his art supplies in his hands as he ignored her question. 

“I guess we can stay upstairs then?” He teased her softly, speaking only once he was sure Hugh could no longer hear them. She sighed as she leaned against him, hiding her face again as she nodded her head. 

“Do you really want to do this?” She asked him softly, pulling away to look up at him with her bright eyes. He traced the curve of her cheek, glancing over the freckles that decorated her nose and soft cheeks. He nodded his head softly.

“There’s no one I’d rather do this with,” He told her truthfully, “Baby or not. I want to be with you.” 

[buckysgrace]

19. Meant To Be

Part nineteen to Every Little Thing!

CW: Slight mentions of miscarriage, unprotected sex

“Gator,” She giggled as she crawled back into his bed, laughing at the way he peppered kisses across her face, “You need to be getting ready for work.” She reminded him as she pressed against his shoulders, stopping his actions gently. 

“S’fine,” He smirked as he drew his fingertips up her curves, “I can be a few minutes late.” He mumbled as he tugged her pajama pants down the length of her legs. He moved her panties next, making her giggle softly at his rough movements. 

“No,” She started to protest again, only to be cut off by his lips against her mouth again, “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” She told him quickly, but was unable to hide her grin as he peppered his lips across her mouth again. 

“I’m not a little kid,” He dismissed her as he settled his large thighs between her legs, “Just a quickie.” He reasoned as he reached down to rub at her clit. She gasped, her eyes widening and mouth parting at the sensation. 

She moaned, watching the way he pulled his hard cock free from his cargo pants. She drifted her eyes over his body, admiring his uniform just briefly before he slid his fat tip inside of her wet walls. 

She gripped the top of the bedpost as the pleasure spread through the length of her body. He moved his body closer to her, his lips dragging against the crook of her neck as his warm breath coated her skin. He groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, his cock throbbing inside of her aching walls.

“Gator,” She breathed in roughly, feeling like each inhale slid his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She whined at the feeling of him slowly dragging his cock out, then pressing back deeper inside of her. Her whole body felt like she’d erupted into flames, her nipples hardening and clit aching at his rough movements, “Jesus, feels good.” She whined in bliss as she began to rut her hips up towards him. 

She savored the feeling of his cock dragging against her slick walls, enjoying how her body molded to the curve of his dick. He dragged his lips against her neck, kissing up towards her chin as he brought his hands roughly down across her waist.

He squeezed at her hips, dragging her body back against his cock as the sound of their moaning meeting filled the room in a filthy song. She moved her fingers away from the headboard, gripping onto him instead as he rutted his cock deep inside of her. She could feel his fat tip pressing against her bundle of nerves, making her eyelids flutter at the sensation. 

“Fuck,” He cursed, his lips parting widely as breathless moans rolled off of his tongue. She dug her fingers deep into his flesh, desperately trying to pull him closer as she rolled herself along the length of his cock, her mind spinning at the pleasure she felt, “So fucking good for me, baby. My good little whore.” He grunted roughly as he moved his hands up underneath her shirt, squeezing at her boobs roughly.

She nodded along with him, crying out in awe as the tip of his cock pressed roughly against her bundle of nerves. Her thighs shook in pleasure, her whole body trembling underneath his body. His movements were deep and powerful, pressing her deep into his springy mattress as her stomach twisted in pleasure.

“God, oh God,” She whined, her toes beginning to curl in awe as the bliss slammed into her all at once. She clamped down around him, whining as her orgasm rushed over her, “Gator! Fuck!” She whined as she bit down on his shoulder, leaving a stain of drool across his shirt. 

He huffed roughly, his eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure as the movements of his cock became deeper and slower. His sounds of pleasure made a fresh wave of awe appear as she clung to him, desperately wanting to feel more of him.

“Fuck,” He spit out as his forehead fell against hers, his sharp nose brushing against her soft one as he pressed his cock deep within her. He grunted as he came, his cum coating her walls as she desperately pressed him deeper inside of her, “Jesus. Fuck.” He repeated, panting as he looked down upon her.

She giggled breathlessly as she looked up at his now messy hair, grinning as she rubbed her hands along the curve of his body. He was warm underneath her touch, his skin flushed as she reached up towards him. 

She dragged her lips against his slowly, licking away his sounds of pleasure as she rubbed her fingertips across his strong shoulders. He kissed her just as deeply, dragging his tongue gently across her bottom lip as she willed for him to stay inside of her.

“Do you have to go?” She suddenly changed her mind as she questioned him, laughing as she thought about how nice it would be to have him with her all day long. If only things could be that easy. 

“Sadly,” He mumbled as he pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of her bottom lip, “I’ll see you soon. We have an important appointment today.” he grinned as he slowly withdrew from her. She whined at the sudden loss, desperately wishing that she could feel more of him. 

“I know,” She whined as she rested back on the pillows, “I’ll just miss you.” She teased him, enjoying the way his eyes flashed with humor. She sat forward, shifting her panties and pajama bottoms back over her legs.

“I’ll miss you too,” He added as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head,” You won’t have to wait that long. I promise” He mumbled as he dragged his thumb across her smooth cheek. She rested against him for a moment, nodding her head even though she didn’t want to see him leave. 

She lingered in his bed for some time after, trying to build the courage to make her way downstairs. She didn’t want to see Karen or have to deal with her attitude this early in the morning. In the end, she supposed it was better to just get it all over with. 

“What you did to that poor man,” Karen started again, speaking the same statement she had for the past few weeks, “Just terrible. He was so sweet. It’s unholy.” Daphne resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the bubbles from the sink slowly melted into the water. 

“Yeah,” Daphne exhaled through her nostrils, “It wasn’t the best way to go about it.” She agreed as she scrubbed the pans clean as quickly as she could, desperately wanting to get out of here as quickly as she could. Karen seemed to enjoy cornering her as soon as everyone else was gone. 

“You traded away a good life,” Karen said quickly, leaning over so she could look at Daphne better, “For someone like Gator.” Her words made Daphne’s stomach simmer, her veins boil at the accusation. 

“Obviously you don’t know him like I do,” Daphne smiled stiffly as she put the dishes up on the rack. She tried to calm herself, knowing it wasn’t worth the fight, “And I will have a good life with Gator.” She responded quickly, believing her own statement to be very true. 

“I guess not everyone can be as lucky as you,” Karen smiled tightly, “It must be so nice to have a husband and a boyfriend.” She replied snarkily, wrinkling her nose up in disgust. Daphne shook her head, feeling the last of her patience dissolve. 

“It must be so nice to have a husband who's so dedicated to you,” Daphne said at last, unable to hide the bitter feelings that had risen in her chest, “I guess we’re both lucky in some way.” She replied back, roughly wiping her hands dry before she made her way out the front door. She was dying for the house to get finished. 

Her conversation with Karen lingered in her mind as she drove to the police station and it wasn’t until she got there that she remembered she was going to bring Gator lunch. She sat still in the driver’s seat for a moment, inhaling harshly as she tried to hide her irritation.

“Is Gator here?” She walked into the station unsure, feeling a little awkward as she approached the first officer she saw. She glanced over his name tag, reading Nugent before she looked back up towards him. She parted her lips, recognizing him as the officer who’d escorted her to the hospital. 

“Daphne, right?” Nugent grinned at her, “It’s nice to finally meet you. All he does is talk about you. Or mope about you. Actually-,” He began to ramble, holding his hands out before Gator busted out of a room down the hallway. 

“Alright,” Gator rushed forward quickly, shooting daggers at the other man as he lightly held onto her bicep, “Ignore him. He’s a moron.” He shook his head quickly, but Daphne had a grin on her lips as she looked back towards Nugent. 

“But I wanna hear what he has to say.” She said quickly, her features brightening up as she really wondered if Gator had spoken about her in such a manner. It made her good, made her feel like he really cared for her. 

“Later,” He mumbled, ignoring the way his coworkers had begun to laugh as he tugged her outside, “Are you ready?” He coughed, trying to cover up the uncomfortable expression across his features. She paused for a moment, drawn to his big brown eyes as he looked down upon her. 

“I was going to bring you food,” She replied softly, “I forgot.” She said in disappointment, still unsure of how she’d let Karen bother her in such a way. She didn’t repeat Karen’s comments, knowing that Gator would do nothing but take those to heart. She didn’t want him to be down. 

“I’m not hungry anyways,” He brushed her off as he pulled the passenger door to his truck open, “I’m really excited.” He replied as he took her hand in his. He squeezed softly, his lips pulled into a warm smile as she pushed her way up into the truck.

“Yeah,” She breathed out softly as she buckled herself up. She felt her fingers twitch against her seat belt as she tried to get comfortable in her seat again, “Me too.” She added a second later, remembering that she should at least try and act happy. She didn’t want him to see how scared she really was. 

“Are you alright?” He asked a few minutes later, glancing over towards her as he waited to turn into the parking lot of the hospital. She stared at the building, wishing that all of them could disappear. She didn’t feel safe going in there with her and her baby. She knew it was irrational. 

“I’m just expecting bad news,” She admitted slowly as she chewed on her finger, “You know. I guess maybe if I don’t get excited about it then it’ll be easier.” She nodded her head quickly, resisting the urge to bite down harder on her finger so she could keep the tears at bay. 

“It won’t be bad news,” He said gently as he turned to face her, “Last time, um, how did you know? Did you just bleed?” His eyes were soft as he questioned her, a hint of concern spiking in his big brown eyes. She thought about it for a moment. 

“A little bit,” She breathed out softly, trying not to dwell too deep into what had happened before, “It wasn’t complete though. I needed help.” She began to tug at her fingers, wondering if she’d make them raw and bloody once again. She hoped not. Sometimes it was easier to do that than to think about what had happened. 

“It won’t happen this time.” He replied as he took her hand gently in his, like he knew what she was going to do. He held her palm up towards him, then gently began to brush his finger across her flesh. Her fingertips twitched at the soft sensation, a warmth spreading up her arm from his touch. 

“You don’t know that.” She said at last, still staring down at where their hands were linked together. She felt shameful suddenly as she took a deep exhale, hoping she could get rid of her nerves before she broke down in this seat. 

“And you don’t know it’ll happen,” He replied as he kissed her fingertips, “Don’t fret about it too much.” He whispered as he drew her eyes back up towards him. He looked sweet as he dragged his lips slowly across her skin. 

“I’m trying,” She nodded her head quickly as she inhaled sharply, her eyes warming as she looked over his calm features, “How was work?” She asked him instead, hoping that talking about something else might soothe her nerves. She wasn’t ready to go in, not just yet.

“S’fine,” He reassured her as he linked their fingers together for support, “They’re all giving me a bunch of shit.” He smiled teasingly as he leaned up against her. She breathed in his familiar musk, hoping she never had to go a day without smelling him again.

“Poor baby,” She mocked him playfully as she curled up against his side, “That’s funny considering everyone wanted us to get married.” She told him quickly, thinking that people would still be expecting that they were together. It all just felt right. 

Gator finally got her out of the truck a few minutes later, reminding her the story of how hard he’d fallen to the floor when he’d been tased for work. She grinned at the memory, remembering how nervous he had been for that test. He’d done really well.

He wrote down most of her information when they began the check in process, her hand shaking too bad for her to do any of it. She kept focusing on what he was saying, the way he was breathing to keep her mind from wandering to bad thoughts.

“Diane should be doing it,” Gator brought up as he kicked his leg underneath hers and slowly raised her ankle off the floor, “She’s a little older than us, remember? Olive’s daughter.” He reminded her as he tapped his fingers across her thighs.

“Yeah,” She nodded her head, “Olive did our ultrasounds, right?” She asked him as she furrowed her eyebrows together, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry. She’d already drank so much, she feared her bladder would burst if she had anymore. 

“That’s right,” Gator reminded her as he traced soft designs into her flesh, “A family business.” He mused softly, still trying to keep her interacting as she nodded along with him. Only a few minutes passed when her name was called back and she suddenly felt as if her shoes were filled with cement.

He led her gently, his smile and touch just as warm as she remembered as he gave her waist a soft squeeze. She exhaled roughly, trying to ignore the way her heart was racing as the nurse made quick work to get her vitals and go over a few things. 

“Is this just a normal ultrasound?” Daphne asked hesitantly as she laid down on the table, her tummy already exposed to the air, “I had to do a transvaginal one when-, and well it wasn’t very fun.” She mumbled to herself, turning her attention back to the ceiling as Diane leaned over her again. 

“Just a normal one,” Diane reassured her as Gator scooted closer towards Daphne, “Are you excited to hear the heartbeat?” Gator paused his movements of squeezing their hands together, turning towards Diane surprised. 

“You can hear it this early?” He asked intrigued, his eyes wide and suddenly full of eagerness. She pressed her lips together, feeling a little better at how he was reacting. Surely everything would be fine if he was this happy. 

“Mhm,” Diane confirmed as she smiled at Gator, “She’s about, what? Almost nine weeks now. It should be loud and strong.” She replied as she finished setting her things up. Daphne wished that she would go just a bit faster, desperately needing to confirm that her baby was okay. 

“That’s good,” Gator nodded his head as he linked his fingers with Daphne’s, “Real good.” He smiled down at her, looking anything but worried as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. She exhaled again, nodding as she struggled to fill her lungs with air again. She was going to pass out. She was sure of it. 

“This might be a little cold,” Diane warned, “Just for a moment.” She mumbled as she began to wipe the gel across Daphne’s skin. 

“Very cold,” Daphne agreed as she jerked but felt like it had more to do with her nerves than anything, “Not too bad though.” She quickly turned to Gator, giving him a reassuring nod before he could say anything else. 

She could feel her own pulse racing as she waited, staring harshly at the screen as her grip around Gator’s hand became tighter. She feared that the heartbeat wouldn’t appear, that she would face another heartbreak. 

“Nice strong heartbeat,” Diane confirmed as she slowly began to move the wand across her tummy. Daphne sighed in relief, her body relaxing as she listened to the fast thumping that was coming through the screen. She glanced towards Gator, noting the stunned expression on his features, “And uh- huh.” She paused for a moment, scooting her chair a little closer to squint at the screen.

“What?” Daphne asked, trying her best to lean forward to see what was happening on the screen. Gator pressed against her shoulder softly, lightly setting her back in the chair so the nurse didn’t lose her spot, “Is something wrong?” She questioned, trying not to panic at the way Diane went quiet. 

“S’fine,” Gator reassured her softly as she snapped her head towards him frantically, “She just said the heartbeat is good, remember?” He smiled gently, moving forward to move some of her bangs from her eyes. She breathed in deeply, trying to find calmness in his tone. 

“Both heart beats are.” Diane nodded her head as she smiled brightly towards them, looking like she was holding her own little secret. Daphne paused, then blinked as she slowly began to process her words. 

“You can hear hers from there?” Gator asked in confusion as he leaned over the bed, trying to get a better view at the screen. Daphne’s mind had temporarily gone blank, her lips parting in a stunned silence. She couldn’t answer him, her tongue suddenly weighing heavy in her mouth. 

“No,” Diane said as she kept the stick in the same spot, “The other baby. Both of them have a strong heartbeat.” She replied again as she pointed towards the screen. Daphne moved just a bit, confirming Diane’s words with her own eyes. 

“Other-?” Gator paused, his jaw slack as he looked away from Daphne and towards Diane. He stuttered for a moment before turning back to Daphne, “Did she say another baby? As in two?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he began to lose his color. 

“Twins,” Diane confirmed as she continued to look at the screen, “Second one is right here. Just a little smaller. Must’ve been hiding.” She said brightly, waiting for either of them to speak. Daphne parted her lips, still feeling unsure. 

“I don’t-,” Daphne paused, trying to think of the right thing to say, “You’re sure there’s two?” She squeaked out, wondering if they were just seeing something else. Gator’s hand suddenly felt sweaty against her skin. 

“Yep,” Diane said as she pointed out both of the little shapes on the screen, “Baby one and baby two.” She pressed her fingers to both little blobs slowly, giving both of them enough time to absorb the information. Daphne blinked again, slowly feeling her surprise beginning to drift away. 

“Do you know if they’re identical?” She asked finally, feeling a bit excited as she looked at them again. She wondered if this was how her mother had felt when she had found out she was having twins. 

“Looks like fraternal,” Diane smiled at the both of them, “There’s different amniotic sacs. Baby one looks just a little bigger.” She repeated as she sat back and turned the screen so they could get a real good look at it. Gator leaned forward, like he’d gotten his energy back. 

“That’s fine, right?” He questioned as he squeezed her hand softly, “But they’re healthy?” He glanced at Daphne, ensuring that she was still fine before he turned his attention back to the monitor. 

“Everything looks well,” Diane nodded her head in agreement, “We should set up another appointment in a few weeks. Your mom will be so excited.” She told her truthfully, making Daphne nod her head in agreement. Ruby might be more ecstatic than the two of them combined. 

It didn’t take long for Diane to get the gel wiped off Daphne's tummy and to get the next appointment set up. Daphne still felt a bit shell shocked over the news. She wasn’t mad about it, but it was still shocking. Two babies could be a lot. 

“What do you think?” She asked him once they were back in his truck. She buckled up slowly, feeling a little more cautious as she rested her hands across her stomach. She wasn’t showing yet. No one on the outside had any evidence to what she was growing inside of her. 

“You’re a twin,” Gator said softly, “And Maude and Jessica are twins. I guess it makes sense that we’d have a higher risk of having them.” He turned towards her as he put on his hat, his lips curling into a soft smile. His eyes were crinkled with excitement as he fully faced her this time. 

“They’re fraternal,” Daphne breathed out gently, “Which means we could have two boys or two girls. Or one of each.” She rambled on for a moment, trying to think about what they would have. She kept quiet, but figured that he would prefer boys. When Roy had talked to him about one day being a father he had only ever referred to Gator having boys. 

“I’m happy either way,” He told her truthfully, “You did great today.” He linked their fingers together again, giving them a soft squeeze before he pressed his lips against her knuckles. She smiled softly, but could still feel her heart racing against the crook of her neck. 

“Two babies is a lot.” She told him honestly, wondering how they’d go about it. It would be twice as many feedings, twice as many diapers. She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if they’d both have the patience to get through it. Surely they would. It would be fine. 

“Nothing we can’t handle,” He grinned as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, “It’s exciting, don’t you think?” He asked her quickly, looking joyful this time as he began to reverse out of the parking lot. She brushed her fingertips over her stomach, feeling a warmth spreading from where she touched. 

“Very exciting,” She agreed with a nod of her head, before she stopped, “Actually I’m really scared.” She spit out honestly, unable to deny the nerves that were squirming inside of her veins. 

“Why?” Gator glanced towards her curiously, raising an eyebrow like he didn’t understand her thought process. In all fairness, he probably didn’t. The previous event was all new to him. She wasn’t even sure if he’d had the time to absorb it all. 

“I lost the baby last time,” She whispered a little softer, “I’m afraid it’ll be worse with two babies.” She exhaled as she felt her eyes growing wet. She wasn’t sure if she could handle getting pregnant again if it happened once again. 

“Don’t think like that,” He told her quickly, “We’ll be better prepared. We can get through it.” He moved one of his hands to her thigh, brushing his fingertips against her bony knee in a soft reassurance. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head softly, “You’re right. I’m just nervous.” She moved her hands over his, linking them together in a tight embrace. She didn’t want to obsess over it, even though she could feel it lingering in the back of her mind. Everything would be fine. 

“You have every right to be,” He reassured her, “Just don’t stress yourself out because of it.” He added softly. She nodded her head as she rested back into her seat, trying to think about what would be a good theme for the nursery. 

She wondered if they should put them in two separate rooms, or keep them in one for the time being. She supposed it was good that they were finishing the rest of the house, they’d need the extra space. 

“What do you want to eat? You pick.” Gator asked a few minutes later as they made their way towards the busier part of town. She thought for a moment, running a few different options through her mind before she decided on something.

“Oh boy,” Daphne thought for a moment, “Mcdonald’s actually sounds really good.” She told him a second later, feeling a smile form on her lips at the thought of it. He snapped his eyes towards her in amusement. 

“Really?” He chuckled, “Out of everything that’s what you decide on?” He shook his head in disbelief, but listened to her suggestion as he moved into the left turning lane. 

“You can’t go wrong with some nuggets,” She said with a sly grin, “And their sweet and sour sauce. It’s delicious.” She almost moaned at the thought, thinking about how long it had been since she’d had some. 

Once he pulled over, he rushed out of the truck before she was able to get herself fully unbuckled. She watched him in amusement, her lips curling into a little smirk as he pulled the door open for her. He took her hand, helping her wiggle out of it. Just like a gentleman. 

“Hey,” He paused for a moment, “What’s a transvaginal ultrasound?” He asked once their food was out and they were seated. She glanced at the time, wondering how long he was able to stay on break before he absolutely had to get back. 

“Oh,” She giggled softly, covering her mouth as she chewed on a fry, “Well it’s sort of similar but they put it up my vagina.” She explained, trying not to laugh at the way he froze as he chewed on his burger. 

“Up your tang?” He asked, looking a little horrified as he raised his eyebrows up on his forehead. She flushed at his choice of words. 

“Mhm, yeah,” She laughed as she watched the disgust form on his features, “Worse than a pap smear in my opinion.” She told him honestly, thinking about how bad it had hurt when she’d gotten it done. 

“It doesn’t feel good?” He responded as he looked at her in confusion, his features pulled tightly together like he didn’t understand. She paused as she dipped her nugget into the sauce. 

“No,” She shook her head quickly, “It is not pleasurable.” She told him with a brief laugh. He looked confused for another second before he quickly shook his head. 

“I’m glad I don’t have to deal with that.” He exhaled as he spoke, looking rather thankful before he took another bite from his Big Mac. She smirked before she nudged him underneath the table with her foot. 

“And periods.” She reminded him, thinking of how squeamish he used to get when she’d talk about being on hers. It used to freak him out quite a bit.

“Uh,” Gator shook his head quickly, “Not while I’m eating.” He wrinkled his features up, still clearly disgusted as he continued to eat. She smiled to herself, wondering how he’d react when she had to actually go into labor. 

“You know,” She drew out, “We’ll have to decide what we want to do with the nursery. And where we want to put it. I don’t suppose Karen would want to hand down any of the twins' old things?” She spoke her thoughts all at once, trying to string everything together. The more she thought about it, the more excited she got. 

“No,” He chuckled in agreement, “She’ll probably burn it all as soon as she finds out.” He smirked to himself, obviously amused by the way Karen could act. 

“What if we have two girls?” She asked him again, trying to keep as nonchalant as possible. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to make him proud of her. 

“Then I hope they look like you,” He grinned as he dipped some of his fries into her sauce, “Two little girls would be cute.” He nodded his head in agreement. She watched him for a long moment, finding no cracks that would tell her that he thought otherwise. 

“You don’t have a preference at all?” She asked again, making sure that he wouldn’t come to regret being with her. She was sure it wasn’t easy for him, especially knowing how hard Roy could be on him. She knew that he just wanted to make Roy proud. 

“Not really. I just want the three of you healthy,” He said thoughtfully, “I think Roy would like a boy.” He responded softly, but then shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. Daphne teetered on the thought, hoping that Roy wouldn’t always be intruding into their life. 

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“You look like you got settled in nicely,” She observed as she walked around the apartment. She was surprised to know that he was still paying a lot less in this place and there was so much more room, “It looks nice.” She told him truthfully as she looked at the paintings on his walls.

“I did,” Hugh nodded his head as he fiddled with his mug in front of him, “Considering it won’t be long before I get kicked out of here.” He added dryly, making Daphne’s features fall as she thought about his words. The guilt nipped at her again, deflating all of her joy like an old balloon. 

“I’m so sorry,” Daphne spit out at once, unable to put up a disguise for any longer, “I really didn’t mean for this to happen. Not in this way.” She pleaded with him, unable to deal with the fact that he might think so little of her. She didn’t love him, but he had been with her through an important part of her life. The least she could do was make sure he was settling okay. 

“You love him,” Hugh nodded his head, “He’s the one you wrote your songs about.” He pressed his lips into a soft smile, giving her a knowing look. She was unable to deny his words as she slowly nodded her head, wondering what he thought about the two of them. 

“Yes,” Daphne said at last as she joined him at the table, “It was still wrong to do.” She told him briefly as she crossed her legs in the seat. He watched her for a long time, looking as if he may argue with her statement. 

“I think I got too excited,” Hugh mumbled underneath his breath, “You know, pretending to feel something I didn’t.” He spoke a little gentler, making her strain her ears to ensure that she had heard him correctly. 

“Right,” Daphne said softly, a little perplexed by his revelation, “Okay, but you proposed. Why would you do that if you were pretending?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow as she tried to make sense of his statement.

“My family stopped speaking to me because I wasn’t-,” He paused as he thought for a moment, likely trying to find the right word, “Normal. They didn’t think I was normal enough.”She lingered over his words for a long moment, trying to make sense of what he was speaking of. She pressed her lips together, watching the way he was chewing on his bottom lip as she inquired a little deeper. 

“Normal as in-?” She began, drifting off just in case she said something to offend him. He nodded his head a second later. 

“Yeah.”

“Oh, Hugh,” She pulled a soft smile onto her lips. Some things suddenly made sense, especially their one experience together, “They suck. You’re wonderful. I’m sorry they couldn’t see that.” She told him truthfully, wondering how a parent could just leave their child behind. She supposed it happened quite often. Linda had never contacted Gator again and he had never found anything about her again. She wondered if he still searched for her in the same desperate manner. 

“I’m sorry I rushed things with us.” Hugh apologized a second later, looking sincere as he rested his palm flat against the table. She thought about it for a moment, but felt like he had nothing to apologize to her. Except for throwing her out of the loop with the pregnancy announcement. She still would’ve preferred to wait before she told anyone. He still didn’t know about her previous loss, however. 

“It sounds like you had a reason to do so,” She squeezed at his hand, “I’m glad I got to know you. Truthfully. You helped me in a lot of things and if there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know.” She told him honestly, wondering if there was anything she could do at all. She didn’t think Bruce would be happy about it, or Gator for that fact. She’d tell him though. 

“Thank you,” Hugh said softly as he pulled his hand away, “But I think you should go. I need to try and figure out what I’m going to do, on my own.”

She respected his wishes, although she still felt terrible over the whole ordeal. She wanted her marriage with him to be over so she could be with Gator, but it made her feel guilty. The faster it was over with, the faster it meant that Hugh would be expected to leave again.

She stopped by her parents house first, a little relieved to see that it was just Noelle and Ruby at the house. She nibbled on a few brownies as she passed the ultrasound back and forth, hoping that it would distract herself from feeling too guilty. 

“Twins?” Ruby looked down in excitement, “Oh my goodness that’s so exciting.” She looked over the ultrasound again, her features knitted into joy as she stared at it. Daphne had debated about telling everyone, but figured it would be fine as they already knew. Realistically, she would’ve liked to tell everyone once she felt like she passed the earliest stages of her pregnancy. 

“Just like you and Oliver,” Noelle said as she peeked at the picture, “How can you even tell?” She pushed her blonde hair back, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to make sense of the little blobs. 

“Um,” Daphne paused as she scooted forward, “She said that their faces are here. The other baby is upside down, see.” She pointed out the smaller one, smiling at the way that they rested. 

“I guess.” Noelle shook her head, still looking like she still didn’t understand. Daphne pointed them out again, doing her best to explain where they were at. 

“Where’s Oliver?” She asked a minute later as she adjusted the scarf over her head, “I wanted to show him too. I thought he might be excited.” She replied as she crossed her legs, hoping that he wasn’t too upset. She knew she had done Hugh dirty, but she loved Gator. That had to mean something.

“Oh,” Ruby paused as she straightened out the towels on the table, “He didn’t stay here last night. He’s been staying in town.” She broke the news gently, looking unsure of how Daphne would handle it. She knitted her eyebrows together, not quite understanding.

“He moved out?” She asked in disbelief, sure that she had to be hearing her mother wrong. She didn’t understand why Oliver was taking it so personally, or what his issues with Gator were. Perhaps she’d try to ask Gator about it later.

“He’s always been a little more sensitive,” Ruby replied as she gave Daphne’s shoulder a soft squeeze, “But I don’t want you to worry about anything. You need to rest, keep your body healthy for the babies.”

“Thanks,” Daphne mumbled as she leaned against her, “I hope this will be smooth.” 

[buckysgrace]

11. Sand in My Boots

Part 11 to Every Little Thing!

Gator x Fem!OC

CW: Anal fingering, unprotected sex, spitting

Then

“Have you spoken to Daphne?” Roy asked first thing that morning. Gator blinked the sleep from his eyes, his hair still messy from the way he’d tossed and turned last night. He’d had another sour date. He was beginning to regret suggesting that they branch off to see other people in the first place. 

“What?” He asked, holding a hand over his mouth as he chewed down the rest of his egg sandwich. He shook his head, not quite comprehending what Roy meant. It was too early. He usually received a text from her when she woke up, but she had yet to do that. 

“Daphne, have you spoken to her?” Roy asked a little more sternly, looking irritated as he waited for Gator to answer. He swallowed thickly, wincing at how the food traveled down his throat.

“Not this morning.” He replied, his eyebrows furrowing together at how serious Roy’s tone was. He grew worried suddenly, wondering if something bad had happened. 

“Bruce said she’s gone.” Roy said as he joined Gator at the table, looking at him seriously. Gator felt his jaw go slack, milk dripping from the corner of his lips as he quickly brought his palm up to wipe the sticky liquid away. “What do you mean gone?” He rushed out, feeling the urge to jump up and grab his stuff to see what had exactly happened. There was no way. If something bad had happened he was sure that he would’ve been alerted first thing. Unless they were the first to find out. His mind was racing, trying to think of anyone who may have any issue with her. He knew it was deeper than that though. If anyone was to take her, it would be because they were angry at her dad or at Gator. Daphne was innocent. 

“That she left on some missionary trip,” Roy said slowly, “You didn’t do something to her, did you?” He asked him, taking Gator by surprise. He breathed out harshly, shaking his head as he tried to recall if Daphne had mentioned anything at all. 

“No,” He spit out, horrified at the accusation, “I’ll try and call her.” He told his dad quickly, rubbing at his thighs as he tried to remember where he’d placed his phone. He stood quickly, almost forgetting his cereal bowl before Roy coughed to remind him about it. 

He rushed towards his room, taking two steps at a time before he threw his bedroom door open. He took his phone off of the charger, his heart fluttering at the picture of Daphne smiling on his lockscreen before he pulled up her contact.

“C’mon,” He huffed as he pushed his hair out of his face, “PIck up.” He begged, then prayed as he hoped to hear her voice on the other end of the line. He hoped that she’d pick up and tell him that this was all a silly prank, that she was just hiding upstairs in her room. 

“You’ve reached Daphne Williams, you know the drill.” 

“Fuck,” He paused, staring at her profile picture for a second. He had taken it after they’d gotten their matching tattoos. She was showing off her skin, her eyes shut and teeth showing as her red lips pulled into a bright smile. Her cheeks were slightly red, wet and covered in runny mascara from the way she had hysterically cried before it had happened, “Please.” He tried again, pacing the length of his room before her voice mail rang in his ear again.

“Can you just-,” He paused, “Call me when you get this.” He breathed out harshly, pushing his hair back as he dropped the phone on his bed. He quickly dressed himself, not caring how he looked as he was clearly on a mission to find out where she had gone. 

He slid on his shoes, thinking that he may know someone else who knew exactly where she was. Someone that Daphne shared different secrets to. 

It didn’t take too long to get to the little inn. He pulled into the parking lot sideways, quickly jumping out as he began to rush up the steps. He only stopped when he heard commotion from the back of the house. He peered over the gate, feeling relief as he took in the familiar person. 

“Daisy, Daisy!” He said louder, finally making the shorter blonde come to a halt, “Have you spoken to Daphne?” He asked her hurriedly as he threw the gate open behind him, not caring if it caught against her plants. She glared at the motions, looking a little distressed as she held her hands on her hips. 

“No,” She said with her chin held high, “I haven’t.” She said at last, but he could clearly see through her lies. She was easy to read. He had no idea how her dad was clueless to the type of business that she ran here. 

“You’re a shit liar,” He pointed out, “Where is she?” He asked her more seriously, taking a step forward as he towered over her. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as she peered up at him unimpressed. 

“Jamaica I believe,” She said at last, stating what he already knew, “A missionary trip. She’s doing the Lord’s work.” She smiled brightly. He snorted to himself, knowing she had no right to speak with high regard for the Lord. 

“She didn’t say anything about leaving.” He told her seriously, still worried about what had happened. Something had to be wrong for her to just leave in the dead of the night. She would’ve told him something like this, he was sure of it. 

“She told me,” Daisy replied with a soft shrug of her shoulders, “She probably mentioned it, but you were too busy with your girl.” She said as she moved back to her work, hanging up the wet laundry onto clothes pins. 

“What girl?” He asked her in disbelief, dipping underneath the white towels so he could look at her better. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she dropped another one back into the basket. 

“Don’t be dumb,” She snorted as she placed her hands on her hips, “The girl you’ve been seeing.” She said, snapping her fingers like she was trying to remember her name. He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of how she knew about that. 

“It’s just sex.” He said quickly, defending himself from whatever she was suggesting. He was young. He was allowed to have fun. No matter what his dad or anyone else thought. 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Daisy said as she pushed her hair from her shoulders, “I’m happy for her. Maybe she can finally make something of herself by getting out of this God awful town.” She gestured around them for a moment before she bent over to grab another towel from her basket. 

“You sure say that a lot,” He pointed out, “And you’re still here.” He replied, feeling irritated as he removed the clip that was holding up the towel she had hung up previous. She gaped, slapping at his arm as she quickly picked it up from the ground. 

“I’m poor,” Daisy drew out quickly as she held the towel up, inspecting it for any dirt, “Don’t blame Daphne when you’re the one that didn’t make a move.” She said more angrily, bringing forth a fact that he wasn’t ready to approach. 

He scoffed, feeling like she was making a ridiculous statement. Daphne and him were friends. Best friends. Only friends. There was nothing romantic between them. They just happened to kiss. And sleep together. There was nothing wrong with that. She would eventually marry someone else and so would he. It was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the sudden realization that she might actually meet some sweet Christian boy and fall in love with him. It made him nauseous, his stomach twisting in nerves as his heart ached uncomfortably at the thought.

He didn’t want to make a giant deal about it, but he was spiraling. He drove back towards the ranch, trying to reach her the whole time that he did so. He took the familiar path down her driveway, determined to get the correct answers from someone. 

He stared at his phone once he pulled over, glaring at the way his calls kept getting forwarded to voicemail. He exhaled harshly, a burning sensation growing in his chest as he dropped it in frustration. He didn’t understand what had happened or what he had done to make her so angry.

“Hey,” Gator strolled in, glancing around the house as he looked curiously at Ruby who was bent over the kitchen table, “Are you alright?” He asked worriedly as he stepped forward, noticing the way her shoulders were sagging. 

“Yeah,” She sniffled as she wiped at her eyes, “I just didn’t think she’d really leave without saying anything.” She said at last, confirming his worst fears as she held onto a little note. He pressed his fingertips together, sure that something was wrong. Daphne wouldn’t just leave. 

“Can I?” He asked softly, growing more worried as the situation was suddenly becoming real to him. He scanned his eyes over the note, confirming that it was her handwriting, “Has she messaged you?” He asked cautiously, not wanting to alarm Ruby in case something really was wrong. 

“She answered when I called her earlier,” Ruby shook her head in disbelief, “I mean I’m glad she’s doing what she’s doing, but I would’ve appreciated a warning. She’s never been this far away from home before.” Gator felt a little crack forming in his chest, suddenly realizing that he was probably the only one she wasn’t speaking to. He was dumbfounded. 

“It doesn’t say when she’ll be back.” He replied as he handed the note back to her. Ruby nodded her head as she glanced back towards it, like she was thinking the same thing. 

“I don’t know if she’s coming back,” Ruby replied gently, “She really didn’t say anything to you?” She asked him curiously, her blue eyes full of worry. He was slightly embarrassed over how clueless he was at the moment. He didn’t want anyone to think that something had happened between the two of them, not when he didn’t know for sure. 

“No,” He said softly, “Not anything for sure. She mentioned something about doing the missionary work. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” He lied, knowing damn well that she never had acted interested in doing it before. Something was off, wrong. 

“Okay,” Ruby said softly as she squeezed at his hand, “I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s just a week.” She said in response, like he was supposed to cling to that. He did, fully hoping that she would return in a week and nothing would be wrong. 

A week turned into a month. Then a year. Then another. Then one more. Soon she felt like nothing more than a distant memory, a shadow of his past that he felt like he was doomed to remember forever.

He saw other women, slept around and briefly dated others until he was sure that he would never feel the same way that he did about Daphne. It was pathetic. It made him angry, bitter as he realized that he would always be stuck chasing after someone that didn’t want him. After someone that would leave. First his mom. Then Nadine.

And lastly, Daphne. 

Now

“We were all going out tonight,” Nugent said slowly, his eyes narrowing as he watched the way Gator fumbled with his vest, “What are you doing?” Gator messed with the buttons, unsure of why he was feeling so jittery. He never made a big deal about his birthday, but twenty six was beginning to feel a little too serious. 

“I have a date.” He said briskly, glancing down at his lap as he pulled his vape free. He brought it up towards his lips, inhaling deeply as the watermelon flavor rolled off of his tongue. 

“With?” Nugent bore a shit eating grin, reminding him of the one that August had worn the other morning. He rolled his eyes, not wanting Nugent to get that same satisfaction. 

“I don’t know,” Gator huffed as he glanced up towards him, “Someone from Tinder. Why are you so concerned?” He shrugged his shoulders, not able to come up with a name quick enough to have a solid alibi. 

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a certain redhead,” He said with a smirk, “Surely there’s nothing going on there.” He drew out teasingly, making Gator’s body erupt in irritation. He wasn’t sure how so many people seemed to know his business when he made sure to keep it secretive. 

“There’s not.” Gator told him stiffly as he shook his head, taking another deep inhale from his vape. He enjoyed the way the smoke filled his chest, burning his lungs until he eventually released the cloud from his chest. 

“Your dad doesn’t seem to think so.” Nugent responded smugly, holding that fact over Gator’s head as he began to mumble underneath his breath. He hated everything about this. 

“God damn it,” Gator huffed, “It’s no one’s business.” He snapped in response, hating how they were teasing him like he was a child. He wished he had more of a defense, that he could say that he felt nothing for Daphne at all. 

“I’m just saying,” Nugent continued to tease, “We always go out for drinks for your birthday, what’s different this year?” He asked him seriously, one eyebrow raised as Gator chewed on his bottom lip. 

“I want to get laid,” Gator said dryly, “And I’m not interested in you.” He pointed out directly, shaking his head as he tried to stifle his emotions, hoping that Nugent couldn’t tell that he was thinking of a certain redhead. 

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“What was your excuse?” He asked Daphne, grinning at her once she crawled into his truck. She had demanded that he wait at the end of the road where their driveways met. She had on a pair of loose jeans, and a green shirt that dipped down far enough to show off her full boobs. His eyes traced over the moles and freckles across her chest before he looked up towards her face again. 

“Uh,” Daphne grinned as she turned to face him, “I’m having dinner with Daisy tonight. She’s picking me up.” She smiled as she held a small box and a little gift bag on her lap. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if anyone in her household bought that when she was leaving with presents on his birthday. 

“Classic,” He smiled in response as he began to drive them towards the arcade within town, “Hugh doesn’t care?” He asked her, trying to pretend like he didn’t care if Hugh did or not. He was just glad that he got to pretend Daphne was his for just a bit longer. 

“Look at you remembering his name,” She teased him softly as she placed her purse on the chair between them, “He’s pretty independent.” She replied a second later as she dragged her fingertips over her lap, looking like there was nothing to be concerned with. He was slightly curious how she could be so sure that Hugh wasn’t suspicious. Everyone else seemed to be. He wondered if Hugh was, but just hadn’t said anything. 

“Have you been on one date since you’ve been here?” Gator asked instead, but he already knew the answer. He was sure he hadn’t really seen Hugh leave the house at all. Gator didn’t think he’d make it here. 

“I think he’s too afraid to ask my dad for permission.” Daphne grinned, looking a little amused at her own statement. He glanced towards her again, noticing that there was a slight hesitation to how she spoke. He felt bad for her. He wanted to pry a little more, just enough to understand why she’d be with someone who didn’t buy her nice things or enjoy spending time with her. 

“Or he’s too stuck up for any of these places.” Gator suggested instead as he pulled his vape up to his lips. Something about discussing Hugh stressed him out, made him angry. He was beginning to believe it was the fact that Hugh could have Daphne however he pleased, but simply chose not to. 

“Just because he’s not from here, doesn’t mean he’s stuck up.” She pointed out, giving him a soft grin as she tapped the items that were resting on her lap. 

“It has nothing to do with that,” Gator dismissed it, “But it does have everything to do with him thinking he’s some hot shot painter. He’s not that good.” He told her truthfully. He had glanced at it when he’d been trying to help Bruce out. 

“You looked at his art?” Daphne asked as she pressed her pouty lips together to hide a grin. He glanced at her again, certain that she liked the idea of making him jealous. 

“His shitty art? Absolutely.” He told her with a laugh as he took another puff from his vape. She shook her head, keeping her thoughts to herself as she reached forward and stole the vape from his hands. 

“You’re the worst.” She pointed the vape at him, giving him a playful look before she pressed her lips where his had just been. She took a small puff, blowing it out teasingly towards his face. He smiled as he inhaled the scent of watermelon, sure that her lips would make it that much sweeter. 

“He doesn’t even draw naked girls, what’s his issue?” He laughed, speaking his truth as he held his hand out for his vape as he didn’t want to lose it again. He thought that drawing the female body was the best part of drawing. 

“He’s drawn naked girls before,” She tried to state softly, “I think.” She giggled a second later, like she was just realizing how ridiculous their conversation was. He was beginning to create his own theories about Hugh, but didn’t think she’d appreciate any of them. 

“You think,” Gator drew out playfully, “Whatcha got for me?” He asked at last, not able to ignore the items that she was holding on her lap. She turned towards him, shrugging her shoulders softly before she got the courage to speak up. 

“I made you a little cake,” She said bashfully, “Red velvet with cherries.” She added a second later, watching him to make sure that her choice was okay. He was more than fine with that. It was his favorite, what his mom used to make for him every year. He hadn’t really had a true birthday since she’d been gone. Roy didn’t care that much and Karen just wasn’t that big of a fan of him. 

“Sounds delicious,” He smiled as he rubbed at her thigh, “You wanna share it with me?” He squeezed at her knee, liking the way she squirmed and laughed until he eventually let go. 

“Such a gentleman,” She teased as she slowly opened the box and pulled out a plastic spoon. He glanced back towards the road, noticing how she carefully scooped part of it up. She balanced it delicately in her hand before she brought it towards his mouth, messily shoving it in there, “Sorry.” She apologized, laughing as she used her free hand to wipe the frosting from the corner of her mouth.

“S’alright,” He brushed her off once he had chewed and swallowed the creamy mixture, “It’s really good.” He complimented and truly meant it. She flushed a bit as she moved the cake off of her lap, then pulled the baggy up closer.

“It’s not a lot,” She said softly, “And I really wasn’t sure what to get you, but you’ve always been hard to shop for. It just seemed a lot harder this time around.”

“Are you losing your skills?” He teased her, knowing fully well that she bought the best gifts. He always looked forward to them and even had the decency to feel shitty about how his gifts never measured up. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” She smiled at him, “Just that I was a bit more perplexed this year. I can get you something else if you don’t like it.” She mentioned a second later, looking more anxious as he pulled into the parking lot. 

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is,” He replied as he parked the truck neatly towards the back, ignoring the look that she sent him, “Let me see it.” 

“It’s not much,” She repeated, fussing a little bit as she watched him pull the paper from the bag, “But I hope you like it.” She mumbled softly, looking a little flustered as he pulled out a bottle of mountain dew, a new vape and a bag of jerky. He paused as he held up a smaller box, opening 

it in surprise.

“This is nice,” He told her seriously, more than happy with his presents as he investigated them, “I like it.” He said as he looked at the watch. It wasn’t anything flashy or over the top. It was simple, just how he liked it. 

“Good,” She said, exhaling deeply like she’d been holding her breath, “Maybe I’ll win you a prize in here.” She replied gleefully as she shoved at his knee, smiling brightly before she slid out of the truck. 

He followed behind her, watching the way her hips moved as she walked. He liked tracing his eyes over her body, liked the warm feeling that spread through his chest every time he looked at her. 

“What do you want?” He asked her once they had bought their tickets and she had dragged him straight towards the bar first. She crossed her legs, looking at the menu for just a second before she spoke up. 

“Wings,” She spit out quickly, “Honey barbeque with extra ranch. Oh and the celery and carrots too.” She said proudly as she tapped her fingertips against the menu, like she no longer needed to look at it. 

“You wanna split a fry?” He asked her, raising his eyebrow as he scanned the fairly simple menu. He was particularly glad to see that there was a fair selection of alcoholic beverages as well. 

“I’m paying,” She said a second later, “It’s your birthday, so you get whatever you want.” She spoke pushily, looking at him seriously like he had no means of escaping her offer. 

“Thanks,” He responded dryly, “Then I want the Whiskey Burger.” He told her as he pushed his menu towards her, watching the way she leaned over and rubbed her fingertips across his lower spine. 

“Sounds yummy,” She grinned as she patted his backside gently, “Whatever the birthday boy wants, he gets.” She teased as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. He smirked, trying to ignore the buzzing feeling that spread across his skin from where her lips had been. 

“Anything?” He asked her, turning so quickly that their noses nearly brushed together. He froze, enjoying their close proximity as he breathed in the smell of lemon from her tongue. He supposed she had been eating lemon drops again. 

“Don’t be a pervert,” She said, giggling softly as she settled back into her chair, “Within reason.” She said a little sternly, pointing a finger towards him like she was serious. He smirked as he put his foot in between her legs. 

“You’re the only thing I want.” He replied, quite proud at the way her cheeks flushed. She rolled her eyes a second later, but pressed her hand against her hair like she was trying to straighten herself out before she spoke again. 

“Your pick up lines are awful.” She dismissed him playfully, before turning away to order their things for him. He admired how straight her nose was, how the very bottom of it was just a smidge thicker than the rest of it. He liked the way the lights bounced off of her eyes, reflecting the joyful expression across her features. 

“But they work,” He grinned as he pulled his beer up to his lips, “Thanks for this.” He told her seriously, glad that they were able to do something on their own again. He felt like he needed some confidence. 

“You don’t have to thank me for anything,” She replied a little softer, “I wanted to take you out.” She added as she pulled her drink up to her lips in response. He admired her for a second softer before he found the bravery to turn away.

He pestered her for more details, wanting to know everything that he had missed while she’d been away. He liked hearing about where she’d gone, about where she still wanted to go. He felt a burning desire to ask her more about what had happened with the miscarriage, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He didn’t want to upset her. Not when they were having such a good night. 

“Have you played that game before?” She asked curiously as she leaned against him, her chin brushing against the top of his shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He inhaled her flowery scent, smiling as she rested against him. 

“No,” He replied as he glanced back towards her, “I haven’t been to the arcade in years.” He told her truthfully, thinking that it was something else that just the two of them did together. It felt weird to even think of coming here with someone else. 

“Shame,” She grinned as she nuzzled her chin closer to him, “I haven’t either.” She said a second later, making chills travel up his spine as she softly began to rub circles against his sides. He licked his bottom lip, trying to ignore the way his stomach flipped and flopped. 

“I bet I can still beat you at air hockey.” He replied quickly, giving himself an excuse to pull away from her touch. It was too confusing. He knew if he lingered too long he’d fall back into the predicament they were in before. He didn’t want to hurt her, not if he really didn’t know what he wanted. 

“Is that so?” She grinned as she held her hands on her waist, looking more than ready for the challenge, “The only reason you ever won is because your arms were longer.” She defended herself quickly, looking quite sure of her reason as she slipped her hand against his own. He completely faltered for a moment, unable to form words or move on his own as she dragged him along.

He wondered if she felt the same way at all, or if this was all a cruel trick within his mind. He wasn’t sure how he could get such immature emotions from a simple hand touch. She truly drove him crazy in the best way. He kept quiet, however, too afraid that his truth may be rejected.

He followed behind her, watching as she bent over to press a few quarters into the machine. He stood on the other side, gripping the paddle in his hand as the machine jolted to life. Daphne let out a shrill sound of delight before she smacked the disc towards him, which he quickly hit back in return. 

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps his arms were longer, or perhaps he was just better. He won the first round, then the second, then the third when she was sure he was cheating. He grinned, feeling a little too pleased at the way she called him a cheater. He had the thought of reminding her that she was the cheater, but kept quiet over that too.

They settled on laser tag next, though he wasn’t too keen on being stuck downstairs with a bunch of children running around. They bustled about, squawking in joy as Gator found it hard to focus on what Daphne was saying. 

“Red team,” She grinned as she awkwardly strapped her vest onto herself, “Do you think we can beat all of these little kids?” She asked as she glanced around, looking a little amused at the way the kids were bouncing off of the walls.

“For sure,” He grinned, “They don’t know that you have a twitchy finger.” He told her softly as he moved forward to position her vest on better. 

“That scarecrow was asking for it.” She replied gently, grinning as they both thought of the memory. He hummed in agreement as he finished lacing her up, but quickly noted that the vest was still a bit too baggy. 

“I’m sure,” He mused as he gripped the straps to her vest and tightened it until it was no longer loose on her, “There. All better.” He reassured her, giving her chin a soft squeeze before they moved towards the entrance. 

Daphne bolted around, weaving in and out of the corners quicker than he was able to keep up. Soft shrills would occasionally leave her mouth, letting him know that she had nearly ran into someone. He was quick after that, already having the toy gun up and aimed as he hit the spots on their vests that shut their system down for a few seconds.

By the end of it his cheeks were hot and the back of his neck sweaty as his hair began to lose position on top of his head. He slicked it back a few times, grinning as he looked up towards the leader board. 

“We won!” Daphne squealed as she rushed over towards him, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his waist, “We really did it!” She said happily, bouncing up and down as she pointed towards how the red team was being announced as the winner on the board. He nodded his head, amused at her actions. 

“Yeah,” He chuckled, slightly surprised at how hyper she was over the fact, “All thanks to your twitchy finger.” He winked softly, liking the way she flushed and slowly settled back onto her feet. 

“Please,” She giggled softly, “It’s all from your time at the shooting range, Mr. Deputy Sheriff.” She mock saluted him as she began to tumble out of her vest, struggling for a moment but eventually figuring it out before he was able to help her. 

“Hey!” The younger boy whined, “That’s not fair! She said he’s a cop!” He pointed out, looking like there was some unsaid rule about it. Gator frowned, not liking the insinuation that he was a cheater. 

“So what?” Gator shrugged his shoulders, “I won fair and square. It has nothing to do with me being a cop.” He said in response, watching the way the little boy began to square up his shoulders as he continued to argue. 

“You shoot people all day long.” He continued to pout, like Gator somehow got special advantage over everyone else. 

“I do not,” Gator protested as he felt his face flush, “That has nothing to do-,” “Gator,” Daphne giggled as she took his hand and roughly dragged him off, “He’s like eight.” She pointed out, shaking her head like he had no reason to be offended. He huffed, knowing that he would’ve been smacked on the back of his head had he spoken to someone older than him like that. 

“Yeah, well it doesn’t excuse him for being a shithead.” Gator pointed out as they walked back into the arcade. She dragged him off towards the prizes, looking around with a new set of excitement. 

“You’re insane,” She rolled her eyes but was still laughing, “What prize do you want?” She asked him happily, almost bouncing on the tips of her feet again as she gripped one of his hands against her own. It fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece. 

“Well, we have-,” He paused as he waited for the machine to stop counting the tickets that he had shoved inside of it, “150 tickets.” He pointed out as he held the receipt out, knowing that it was barely enough to take anything home. 

“Hm,” She hummed softly, “That’s enough for two ring pops and one tootsie roll.” She grinned as she nudged his arm. She gently squeezed their fingers together, then released before doing it again. 

“I want the cherry ring pop.” He replied as he used his free hand to grab it. He waited for her to make her decision, wanting her to share in the little feast. 

“I like blue raspberry anyways,” She grinned in response, “Do you think they’ll know if we take a few extra? No one’s watching.” She whispered softly as she glanced around, like she was somehow trying to be sneaky. 

“Daphne,” He looked down as a smile formed on his lips, “You’re asking a deputy sheriff if it’s okay to steal?” He teased her, suddenly thinking of how pretty her wrists would look inside of his handcuffs. He chewed on his bottom lip, painting the picture out in his mind. 

“I don’t see any badge on you,” She laughed as she squeezed his hand softly, “I was just teasing anyways.” She shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal before she reached for the blue lollipop. 

He paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching before he took a fistful of ring pops into her opened purse. She gaped, stifling a giggle before she rapidly closed the zip on her purse. She peered around discreetly, grinning as she faced him again.

“You’re a bad cop,” She teased him, having no idea how truthful that statement actually was, “You ready, birthday boy?” She moved a little closer to him, clinging to his side as they moved through the arcade once again. 

“Cutting the date so short?” He teased her in return, liking the way she grew a little shy as her shoulder continually brushed against him. 

“Not really,” She smiled as she fluttered her eyes up towards him, “I was more so thinking about delivering your birthday spankings.” She laughed as they headed towards the exit. He beat her towards the door, popping it open wide so she would be able to walk out first.

“You’re very funny,” He replied as he squeezed her hand this time, enjoying the soft sound of surprise that left her lips. He opened the passenger door for her, letting his hands brush against her hips as he helped her inside. He quickly walked around the front of the truck before he clambered in, “Do I still get whatever I want?”

She answered him by leaning forward, her red lips just gently grazing over his as her warm breath fanned his face. He enjoyed the smell of lemons and a soft mint before she gently pecked his lips.

It was soft and sweet at first, slow and sensual as he lightly pressed his fingertips against her hips. He held onto her as he dragged his lips against hers slowly. He enjoyed the way they met, how they molded together so easily. He wondered if Hugh had ever kissed her like this. 

He pulled her onto his lap, his lips moving frantically against hers as she began to rut herself against his lap. He groaned at the feeling of her clothed cunt gliding against his aching cock. He was sure he’d never wanted anyone so badly before. 

He gripped her ass, squeezing her flesh harshly with his fingertips as he dragged his lips roughly against her own. She moaned freely into his mouth, her tongue dipping against his own as she licked his own soft groans away. 

He traced his hands up her curves, squeezing as he went. She crooned against his mouth, her fingers stroking the hair against the nape of his neck as she continued to rock her hips against his gently. He groaned at the sensation, pulling her mouth away from hers as a trail of spit connected them.

She gaped, looking at him with hungry blue eyes as he gripped the hem of her shirt and quickly yanked it over her head. His lips fell to her neck, sucking at her soft skin as he messily unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground next. He brought his hands up against her perky, full tits; enjoying the way her soft nipples felt against his rough palms.

“Gator,” She sighed deeply as she tilted her head, a soft moan falling free at the way he dragged his teeth against her sensitive skin, “You make me feel so good.”

“You think he’ll make you feel this good?” He asked her seriously, desperate for her answer. She blinked at him, her blue eyes flashing before she spoke.

“No,” She whimpered, twisting her head back to look at him, “Just you. I just want your cock.” She begged him, her eyes darkening as a needy look took over on her features. She wiggled her hips for added effect, looking at him desperately as he situated himself between her legs. 

“Little slut,” He smirked, feeling a little cocky as he dragged his cock between her wet folds, “I’ll take care of you and this needy little cunt.” He promised, leaning down far enough to hover over her. She moaned softly as his heavy cock brushed against her glistening folds. He took advantage of her parted lips to spit against the corner of her mouth, grinning at the way she quickly lapped it up.

He reached between their bodies, gripping his aching cock before he pushed his fat tip inside of her wet walls. He sighed, hissing softly at how sensitive he suddenly felt from how tightly she was pulling him in. He groaned, throbbing at the sensation of her velvety cunt inhaling him. 

“Oh,” She sighed deeply, her fingers clenched into fists as she reached far above her head, “Oh my God. Yes, daddy. Feels so good.” She gasped as her lips curled into a sultry grin while he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her, his balls pressing against her backside as he came to a halt.

“You’re such a little whore,” He groaned, his stomach twisting in pleasure at how she called him daddy, “You look so pretty like this.” He mumbled, squeezing her ass cheeks softly. He spit again, watching the way it trailed down her pretty skin.

“God,” She whined again, squirming a bit before he smacked the left side of her cheek. She yelped, jolting and making him groan at the way she clenched around his thick girth, “Don’t tease me.” She begged as he swirled his spit around the rim of her hole.

He dragged his cock back slowly before he slammed deep inside of her, taking the time to press his finger slowly inside of her hole as he curled his finger with his motions. She moaned a little louder, whimpering as she rocked herself back against him. 

He pressed forward, his chest brushing against her spine as he rutted his cock deep inside of her wet cunt. He groaned, his sounds fanning over her parted lips as he enjoyed the way she squeezed his cock and finger simultaneously. He savored the sound of her moans filling his truck, the way the air grew hot and steamy as he flicked his tongue across her lips. 

She whined, her walls fluttering around his thick girth as he pressed his lips against hers harshly. He stole her moans, groaning softly at the tight way she was clenching around his cock. He could feel himself throbbing, his own pleasure spreading up his spine as he rutted his cock in and out of her wet hole.

He kissed her harshly, messily as he dragged his tongue against hers. He savored the way she tasted, how her body slid against his as he curled his finger deep inside of her. She let out a shrill sound of pleasure that vibrated against his own mouth and traveled straight down to his cock. 

“Such a dirty slut,” He groaned, hissing as he sat up just a bit to spit roughly against her cheek. She whimpered even louder, her cunt dripping around his cock as he rocked his hips deeper inside of her. He sighed at the way she kicked the palms of her feet against the seats, groaned at the way she messily licked away his spit that was dripping down her cheek, “You like that, don’t you?” He teased, clearly knowing the answer by the pleasure written on her features.

“Yes!” She spit out quickly, her eyebrows knitted together tightly as she rolled her hips back against him. He smirked, unable to tell if she wanted his fingers or his cock more, “So good. You make me feel so good, daddy.” She whined, her jaw going slack as her eyelashes fluttered in bliss.

He could feel himself throbbing, his own pleasure quickly approaching as his pleasure burned hot and heavy inside of him. He hissed between his teeth, snapping his hips forward harsher as she squirmed underneath him. He slid a second finger between her cheeks, stretching out her tight hole as he curled his fingers inside of her. 

“God, God,” She praised, her own pool of drool forming on the cushion of his seat as she clenched her fingers tightly into fists. She whined, shutting her eyes tightly as her pussy clamped down around his cock, “Fuck!” She cried out, her thighs twitching and body spasming as she came undone underneath him.

He huffed, mumbling his own curses as he felt his high quickly come crashing over him. His lips parted in awe as he pressed deep inside of her, releasing his spunk against her pretty walls. He groaned, rubbing at her hips for a moment as he roughly tried to catch his breath.

He stared down the curve of her body, sure that his heart was beating faster as he admired the blissed expression on her features. He wasn’t sure how Hugh could have someone so delicate, so pretty and not treat her right. 

He slowly removed his fingers, then his cock as she whimpered in response. He grinned, cradling her gently as he moved her onto her back. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, a humored grin on her lips. 

“Happy birthday,” She giggled softly, her shoulders still moving harshly from their previous activity, “Did you make a wish?” She asked before she began to pepper kisses across his face. He grinned at the sensation, wondering if he’d be covered in red lipstick.

“I did.” He told her truthfully as he held onto her sides, squeezing gently as she wiggled underneath his touch. He enjoyed the sensation of their skin together, sure that he could feel her heartbeat.

“What did you wish for?” She questioned him curiously as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. Normally he would mind, but not right now. 

“Doesn’t that ruin the point of the wish?” He asked softly, grinning at the way she whined in frustration, “Besides, I think you already know what it is.”