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alecsalamander · 1 year ago

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He hasn’t dreamed since he was a teenager.

Not really. Not in the way a person is meant to dream. Obviously he knows it’s because he hasn’t slept a decent night through since all of this started; he’s learned just enough about REM sleep to know he barely gets any, and that that tends to be the time the true dreaming takes place. Logically, he knows this. But sometimes, in the dark, in the dreamless nights, he wonders if maybe he hasn’t just died and come back so many times now that parts of him, the vital ones, are missing.

Right now, though? He’s dreaming.

He’s in Bibio’s kitchen. The old one, from before the remodel, back when he was a teenager. Back at the beginning of everything, that terrible year that he lived and died and learned to make sense of the world from the sanctuary of her upstairs bedroom. From the days and days and days of lessons in this exact kitchen, just like this, learning an entire universe that had been denied to him. He knows that he’s dreaming because the temperamental gas stove died sometime around 9/11, and also because Bibio is speaking English.

“How do we know when we’re done?” she asks him around her familiar crooked smile, her familiar crooked teeth. She feels warm and safe in the way she always has, even though the words sound foreign on her tongue; she’s never allowed her family to speak English in her home, imposing the strict rules of those who have survived despite it all to reclaim their heritage. It had been rough, those first few weeks, the surliest of her grandchildren dragged across state lines and through the rusty Romanian of his childhood until he’d realized it was only out of deference to his trauma that she was allowing even that. It had taken him the better part of the next decade to learn enough Vlax to satisfy her. Instead, he looks around the kitchen, familiar in a forgotten sort of way, for context clues – what are they making?

The kitchen is bare. The stove cold. “Ni hačarav.”

“Catalin,” she reaches up, up – she’s never felt this small to him before, even when he was a gangly youth surviving only on spite and bitterness – to cup his cheek. She’s the only one who ever says his name correctly anymore. He was named for her, after all. “Ćhavorro. How do we know when we’re done?”

He doesn’t. That’s the problem. There are songs and prayers and blessings to time every step in the kitchen and he knows them all, except for the one he’s currently on.

Bibio is smiling up at him in a kitchen that has not been hers in years, and nothing is boiling or baking or bubbling – he’s dreaming, and not of their recipes. He’s dreaming, or remembering maybe, of a kitchen that is old, and his grandmother is small and speaking with him in a tongue that has never found welcome in her mouth. The stove is cold but his hands are warm, his skin, all of him all the way down to his bones… and he knows he shouldn’t be. He doesn’t remember falling asleep but he remembers jumping, remembers cold and snow and the sharp knife in his ribs of a too wet, too icy breath gasping out when he went beneath the surface and—

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, mostly because he’s fairly certain he hasn’t. This is the kitchen he first learned to die in, after all.

How do we know when we’re done? his grandmother asks him, and there’s no urgency behind it; he might not know where or when he is now, but he knows that she’s safe. The first and last time he saw Lacey since the terrible day that they lost her and she was the closest to home she could ever be, wrapped in her father’s arms. If she means this day, this mission, this ordeal, this whatever nightmare it’s been, then he knows that he’s done by the way the strange borrowed warmth in his body is urging him to rest. That he can sleep now. She is safe.

They both are.

It had never even been a choice for him, only a decision – in any world that demands a choice be made between them, one for the other, he would trade every single one of his stolen lifetimes for theirs. Lacey is safe, and she is with Wendy, and there is nothing else in his universe that could ever matter more.

One moment more, maybe.

There hadn’t been time, between the realization and the ice – he’d had Lacey in his grasp before he knew he needed to treasure it, this one last time, and then he’d been passing her off and getting them away and then— It hadn’t been a choice, couldn’t ever be, but if it had been then he would have taken one moment more. One glance back.

How do we know when we’re done? his grandmother asks him, and he knows because the songs and prayers and blessings all tell him the same thing. That these keep my son safe until his time, and fill him with kindness and love.

The kitchen is bare. The stove is cold. The songs and the prayers and the blessings have ended.

He knows how to die. He’s had a lifetime of practice. This is just the first time that it’s been easy. And that’s the part that has him hung up like this, trapped in the past and the present all at once, the way that this time, of all of them, feels like the only time he’s gotten it right.

“I understand now,” he tells her. She presses her touch against his cheek, one moment more, and then she takes his hand in her familiar, crooked grip; it’s not magic, people’s hands, simply where they hold it. She reads them like books, a learned language, has taught him every line of his own story. He thinks, maybe, they’ve both known the ending all along.

The kitchen is bare. The stove is cold. His grandmother is only a dream, and then she is gone.

And he—

He wakes, fighting back the fog of painkillers and the rush of nausea and the all too familiar clinical burn of a hospital at the back of his throat, to the quiet brush of a hand against his. It’s gentle, reverent, tracing the lines of his palm like reading a map; like finding the way home.

Here is my life line, he thinks, remembers the familiar path of his grandmother’s thumb, here is my heart line. They converge at the point where Wendy touches him.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks out, his own unfamiliar survivor’s tongue, and squeezes the hand against his palm. Much like his own, he can feel the moment Wendy’s heart starts to beat again. “I thought I was done.”

Wendy presses his forehead and a shaky breath against that sole point of contact between them. “You might have been,” he agrees wetly, “but we weren’t. She wasn’t.” A moment of quiet, something stolen around the beeps and whirs of the mostly forgotten machines, and then Cat allows himself to look. His father is passed out in the chair in the corner. Lacey is draped halfway across the foot of his bed, hands fisted into the blankets like she’s trying to dig him out; her hair is golden and the bruises under her eyes are purple, and even in sleep her expression is ferociously stubborn. There’s something desperate about it, the determination, and altogether drained. She’s never looked more like him in her life. “She doesn’t like being told no.”

Cat grins, soft and crooked. He knows he’s spoiled her. “That’s my girl,” he praises softly; she probably doesn’t hear him, but her hand loosens against the sheets like maybe she did. It’s enough.

“Yeah,” Wendy agrees. “We did good.”

#my writing #universe: witchhunters #happy 3 year anniversary of dying only to have the asshole kid he raised refuse to allow it to my favorite son

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hoodoverhollywood · 3 months ago

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neweraremodeling · 7 years ago

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holmesandholmesgeneral-blog · 5 years ago

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insomniasbitch · 7 years ago

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Utopia is for lovers - @DavidCallum @JackDanielsTB @WritesScott and @DrPhilipByrne

It had taken months of searching, but when Mel and Annabeth had found the home, they knew it was the one, at least Mel did. The home meant to house them all, where they could all be a family, live and love together. Ten bedrooms on fifteen acres of land; the property boasted a pool, hot tub, a giant kitchen. There were a few little cabins dotting the property. A guest house by the pool. There was little the place didn't offer. The woods surrounding the house on one side offered winding paths to walk that led out to swamp land. The pond had a dock with a little boat tied to the side, though it had no lake monster. Dave had to make due with the fairly large catfish rumored to live down deep.

The muse had teamed up with Annabeth, scouring listings and looking at properties that weren't even for sale until they'd come upon this house. It had once been a school for girls a little more than a century ago, and had gone through many changes since. A bed and breakfast had been it's last iteration, the owners falling on hard times, but not hard enough to have put the place on the market. Then charming Mel had made them an offer, an offer which they had taken after a couple of nights sleeping on it. Once her offer was accepted, Mel went about upgrading a few things, making the place work for her people, while Annabeth still wondered what the muse was on about, why she needed a house so big for her, Scott, and the two children he'd had with his ex-wife. Shades on the windows. A fresh, neutral coat of paint. A very upgraded kitchen. An added hot tub, with cushions all around the space. It had everything they needed. The peak of luxury.

Once it was done, Mel sent out the invitations. Dave and Alyx RSVP'd quickly. Pip and Anna followed soon after. Jack and Lacey, probably confused by it, were the last to follow suit, but even they couldn't resist the allure of whatever announcement Mel was planning to make. Scott simply went along with Mel, not sure exactly what she was up to, but it couldn't hurt anything, not when it made her happy.

The night of her dinner party arrived and Mel looked like an angel in white and silver when she descended the stairs to meet Scott. He kissed her as the doorbell rang and she hurried out to let in the first of their guests; Pip and Anna. “Don't you two just look lovely and in love...” she said, kissing each of their cheeks before leading them to the drawing room where she'd set up hors d'oeuvres and champagne. “Have at it, kids. I had—And there's the bell again.” A quick kiss blown to the couple and her husband, and she was off, answering the door once more. This time for Dave and Alyx, the redhead looking tired, but that was to be expected with a newborn in the house.

“My poor love, come in, you two. Sit down, put your feet up. Dave, you'll get some food and a drink for our Alyx,” Mel cooed over the pair, leading them in to join Pip and Anna who were chatting with Scott and nibbling their canapes. “I've got a few special things for you, Dave.” Her hand, nails painted something opalescent, waved to the table off to the side, filled with red snacks that were vampire-friendly. “Ah, there's the last of us...” she muttered to herself, leaving a rather whammied looking Dave and Alyx behind to answer the front door again. The baker did sit, with Dave hurrying to serve her a drink and a plate full of delights.

“Mel knows how to throw a party,” Alyx huffed into her champagne, eager to go back home to her new daughter and her older children, and maybe her bed.

Mel returned, Lacey and Jack in tow, much to the displeasure of half of the other two couples. Pip and Dave wanted to kill and/or hit Jack, while Anna and Alyx had nothing but loathing or fear of Lacey.

“I see you're all surprised by the last of us to join in this little party, but I promise, you'll all have answers before dessert, which is bananas foster by the way, and you'll all be quite happy with my proposal, I think. Jack, Lacey, serve yourselves a little snack, have a drink, I've got to check on dinner.” With that, the muse left them to their own devices, hurrying off in a flurry of white and silver to the kitchen, her heels echoing through the large home.

“Okay, but what the fuck? Proposal?” Lacey asked the room at large, hitting up the vampire refreshment table for a glass of blood with a warm, spicy citrus scent coming from it. “I'm not the only one wondering why she invited us, am I?” she asked, turning back to the group, two fifths of which was giving her unhappy glares. “I never met her until I had sex with her, so yeah, this is weird.

Dave's eyes rolled and he reached out to tug a lock of Lacey's hair, a glass of blood in his free hand. “I've learned not to question Mel. She's always got her reasons, and she'll let us know when she lets us know.” His gaze cut to Scott, easily the quietest member of their group, who nodded with a bit of a grin on his face. He may not know what was up, but he knew that it likely would cause a stir between all the people in this room, Mel was good at that.

Jack had gotten a drink and drained it, avoiding looking towards Philip and Annabeth who were still next to Scott, drinks forgotten in their hands as they tried to make sense of Mel's invitation, and keeping silent about the new guests. Anna knew more than the rest, though still wasn't sure of Mel's endgame. Jack was unhappy, dark circles beneath his eyes. His partner had spent fewer and fewer nights in Louisiana since officially moving in with the doctor, as he had predicted when she'd told him her plan to relocate to Chicago. It was wearing on him, the certainty that soon enough she would cease coming back to Louisiana at all, leaving him and their relationship behind.

Anna, for all that, hadn't meant for it to happen that way. Philip simply was spending more nights home, planning things to keep the pair of them busy. Too busy for her to spend many nights down south.

Philip had meant for that to be the case, schemed it. He wanted to keep Anna from the south, convince her to work in Chicago, leave behind Jack. Eventually, he wanted her to forget the other man and commit to only him. Then he'd think about locking it down, as Alyx always said. He did feel a pretty heaping dose of guilt about that manipulation though. He was too sweet.

Alyx sighed into her plate of shrimp and bacon. “She's probably going to tell us she's moving closer... Which, I love the idea...” She just worried it was because of her little girl and the fact that they had yet to do the testing that would say which man was the father. And she would avoid doing that testing for as long as she could. “Are you moving here, Scott?” she asked, not looking up.

He shrugged, not looking her way. Everyone was a little more awkward with her now, since she'd dropped the baby bomb. “I have no idea, she's kept me as in the dark as the rest of you.”

Anna cleared her throat. “She bought this place. A few weeks ago. Remodeled it.” Quiet as a mouse, she looked away and shut up after dropping her information, not comfortable with everyone's eyes being on her.

Mel returned just then, a smile on her face. “Come, come. Sit down, everyone. We've got dinner for you and Lacey too, Dave. Don't worry. I wouldn't let you guys starve...” Mel lead everyone to the dining room, her arm threaded through Scott's. “Love you, husband. You look great tonight, by the way...” Mel gave him a kiss, a smile, all beaming with pride at her stroke of genius. She was going to make them see the light, they would all be happy once they came around. Persuasion was her super power.

Everyone sat down, wine was poured, dinner served and enjoyed by all. The vampires had blood treats, the humans drank wine, everyone loosened up slightly, though still they waited for Mel's news. Or maybe she just missed them all and wanted a night together. She enjoyed them all being together, liked when she could drink and laugh, bask in the affection of her friends and husband. And girlfriend. Plates cleared. Wine refilled. Dessert on it's way. Mel stood once more and waved a hand.

“You're all curious why I've brought you here, sorry about the secrecy, but I wanted to liquor you up a little before I told you my idea. It's brilliant, if I do say so.” She laughed softly. “Because we have a problem. Sort of. You guys, I love or like all of you, I care about you all, but your love lives are a little bit messy. A lot messy. There's been hatred and worse between some of you, but... there's love too. You all are connected. From a maker bond to simply friendship to making a family... We're connected, one way or another and being apart is killing you all. Every one of you.” She smiled sadly, eyes meeting everyone at least once, watching them take in her words. Some, like Lacey, looked angry and confused. Others whammied. Scott just smiled. “So, I've got an idea. A way for us all to be able to get together and be happy... I figure half of you are going to call me crazy. You might walk out. Or you might be amenable to the idea, but just.. hear me out, guys. I've got an idea that will make things easier on us. On you.”

Mel took a deep breath and let it out. “I bought this house, it has a ton of room, there's a few small cabins around. A pond. Woods. A kitchen that is state of the art. I want us all to live here, together, all of us. The kids. Everyone. Like a commune. Happy. Together. No one fighting. Everyone able to live and love together.”

Her eyes cut around the room. Watching reactions. Listening to the shouts. The arguments. And she shot every one down. Resisted their resistance. Plied them with more wine. Wore them down.

She got her way in the end.

Scott and Mel were the first to move in, taking the guest house out back by the pool for her, Scott, and the kids. Abi was not so happy with her father's move, but she fell for the giant pool when she saw it. And Scarlett when they met later. The little girl looked up to the older one with an almost hero-like worship. Jude and Sammie became fast friends, with lots of groaning when the younger Wes and Daniel would follow them like puppies. All of the kids were getting along, which pleased Mel as she watched them from the window of the guest house, Scott's arm wound around her, all playing in the pool while the adults unpacked and settled into their new home. She was glad that everyone had given in, even if it had taken over a month of back and forth for it to happen.

She was far too used to getting her own way, it would have wrecked her to have them turn her down in the end.

Jack and Lacey shared one of the cabins with their son, the place outfitted with shades in the larger bedroom and a small kitchen. Wes was pleased. It was like camping. They had downsized quite a bit in the packing process, though the big house had everything they could possibly need. Including a chef for dinner time if no one else was up for cooking. That was going to be handy. Carol had her own small cabin, just a short walk from the Daniels', so Wes kept his grandmotherly nanny, and she had a few more kids that she could look after and coo over now that Wes was growing up.

Night fell before Lacey could help unpack, of course, but once she joined in, Jack and her had the house in order fairly quickly. She was best at moving the heavy furniture into the correct place, which the mover had done a piss poor job of following her directions. She wanted to eat them, if she was honest, but would refrain. “Okay, but... this is weird, right?” she asked Jack after they'd gotten Wes' room together and tucked him in, letting him forgo a bath since he was so tired, the scent of the pool clinging to him and making Lacey wrinkle her nose even with the door closed. “We're all supposed to just... get along just because she said so?”

“...Do you want to disappoint her?” Jack asked, his brows raising at his wife while he poured a drink.

“No, but that's part of the problem isn't it? That none of us want to upset her so much that we're setting aside homicide level differences to make her happy? What kind of magical being is she?”

“A muse. AB told me.” And he felt like an ass talking about the other woman he loved with his wife, but as the woman was going to be kind of living with them, they needed to all get used to it. She shared a room at the big house with Philip. It still stung, okay, burned, to see the two of them together and happy, but he had to get over it. Get over a lot of things, if he was going to find any chance at happiness. Depression had wedged between him and Lacey over the years, depression, hurt, and mutual cheating. “Some sort of immortal that inspires. She inspires us all to get along.”

Lacey nodded, heaved a wholly unnecessary sigh, and got up to slide an arm around Jack, leaning her body into his for warmth and comfort. “Do you think it'll work? Or will we all kill each other?”

Jack turned to kiss her. “I just don't know.”

She had hopes, lots of them, but didn't count on any of it really working. Lacey thought she might wind up murdering AB. Or Alyx. Though, if she was honest with herself, she had felt less and less resentment towards the women over the years. Growing up, maybe, or just used to being messy. Either way, they would try this out, this experiment.

At the big house, Alyx, Dave, Pip, and Anna were the ones settling in. Anna had come to help take care of the baby, she couldn't get enough of her chubby cheeks, while Alyx rested. She'd looked pale, circles under her eyes. The move and probably being not so well rested had taken a toll on the baker, one that Anna was all too eager to help reduce. Cooing to the baby while curled up in a rocker with her, Anna listened to Dave and Pip shoving furniture around and unpack boxes.

Alyx sat, feet up, eyes closed; listening to the men moving furniture and Anna's cooing at the baby. A smile softened her face, her body relaxed. Her mind followed her body and turned content. This was good, this move, she thought. If only because she'd have help during the day and there was an actual nanny. Carol. And Mel had offered to hire another one. They had enough kids that she felt like it was justified. Alyx could sleep. Rest. She had been so tired up until today, when she should be unpacking, but here she was with her feet up letting everyone else do the work while she relaxed.

Dozing happened.

Anna carried the baby, all sweet and warm, into the room where Dave and Philip were attempting to put together a set of bunk beds for the boys, making her snort at the pair of them. They bickered like brothers, and every time it made her smile. The little pink bundle in her arms was waving her fists and she glanced at Dave. “Bottles in the fridge or...?” she asked, brows raised. One hand reached down to brush through Philip's hair.

“Mhmm. And diaper bag's in the other bedroom, in her crib if she needs a change.” Dave stood, coming over to kiss the baby, and Anna, on their foreheads. “Just warm the bottle up in hot water.”

She cocked her head and rolled her eyes at him.

Dave raised his hands and chuckled, moving back to working on the bunk bed. “You knew that. I get it. Sorry.”

“I did know that. Say by to Daddy and Uncle Pip, little girl. We're gonna get you dry and fed, promise.” She waved the baby's hand at the men.

Anna stuck her tongue out and left, still cooing at the little girl, all through changing her and getting her bottle warm. Sure, she still had those kidnapping and running off with her thoughts, because she wanted a baby, a family, more than she wanted anything else, but this was nice, helping to care for the little one. There was hope, one day, that she'd get to have her own little one to hold and rock to sleep. She curled up on the sofa with her to feed the little one, sing little lullabies to her. The bluest eyes Anna had ever seen. Well. Almost. They'd all had moments, searching the squishy baby features, matching the little one's to the men who might be her father. Anna thought Jack, because of the eyes. She didn't say so out loud, none of them did because it upset Alyx when they mentioned it. It was the one topic that none of them would really touch on. It was also one of the biggest draws that decided everyone to moving onto the commune; No one wanted to be a father except for Dave, and no one wanted to leave the kid alone in case it happened to be theirs.

Best of both worlds.

They'd been living together for a while. A couple months. It was still so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk during the day still, but nights were nice enough now that they'd gotten into late summer. The kids were tired, day camp left them worn thin, and watched a movie in the big living room of the house. Alyx put the baby down until her next feeding. It was a good night. Mel turned music on, out by the pool, and convinced Scott to come dance with her in the low light thrown from under the water.

“You happy here?” she asked, nuzzling her lips over his neck, pressed close.

“Wherever you are, I'm happy.”

The sweetest words ever, she thought, swaying gently with him. Less dancing and just being close, enjoying the low music, the night sounds, and his company.

The French doors opened and Philip drifted out with Anna following behind, their fingers laced together. Mel waved the pair of them over, staying close against Scott. Philip sat on a lounge, Anna nestled between his legs, looking more relaxed than they had in a while.

“You guys look cozy,” Mel remarked, staying close to Scott.

“We are.” Philip wrapped Anna in his arms, pulling her back against his chest.

Dave and Alyx drifted out soon after.

“You guys having a party without us?” he asked, sliding an arm around his wife to bring her closer to his side. She smiled up at him and tugged him over near Mel and Scott.

“Dance with me.” Not much of an asker, she just held her arms out to him and Dave stepped up, winding his arms around her to spin her over the stones surrounding the pool.

“Show off, always the show off,” Pip called, comfortable with his fingers playing through Anna's hair, relaxing her until she closed her eyes.

“Someone must have two left feet if they're scared to bring their girl out to dance. Or is it you just don't want shown up by the immortals?” Alyx teased, breathless after that spin Dave had taken her on.

“Pip's a lovely dancer. Always has been. He might just be tuckered out though, Alyx.” Mel kissed Scott's cheek and pulled back, tugging Alyx over to her for a dance. The redhead laughed, spinning once more for Mel. “He worked all day.”

Dave glanced into the dark once his wife had been taken by her girlfriend, listening to Lacey and Jack, crossing the grass and entering the light cast around the pool.

“Thought I heard music over here. We were coming to check on Wes...” Lacey was eyeing the humans, and the not so human, gathered around, her gaze falling on Dave. She grinned in his direction.

Philip had gotten up, eyes on Jack for a long moment, before he tapped Alyx's shoulder. “May I cut in?” he asked. She nodded and stepped back so he could take over dancing with Mel.

Alyx drifted to Scott and grinned, offering her hand to him. “Can't let them have all the fun...”

The pair of them drifted slowly around the pool, maybe a little awkwardly since they were still not sure where they stood after the whole baby thing, even if they were living together. “You're a saint, putting up with all of us,” Alyx murmured, glancing up at Scott.

“I just follow her lead,” he replied, shuffling over the stones with her held a few inches away. No point in making the vampire grouchy. Again. “You aren't such bad housemates though. And it makes her happy,” Scott said, glancing towards Philip and Mel, laughing through their dance.

Lacey had come and leaned her shoulder into Dave's side, eyes closed to simply enjoy his nearness. If any good came of this move, it was that he was so close constantly that she didn't feel that sliver of anxiety that she could often feel when he wasn't close. Dave wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer, contentment radiating through their shared bond.

“You're not making me dance, are you?” he huffed, eyes across the pool where Jack was nearing Anna. Dave didn't trust him with his bondeds. Any of them. Though he realized that maybe the whole murder thing was less murder and more of an accident. Maturity. Or maybe it was all that contentment. Maybe it was just the effect that Mel had on them all, making them get along. Were muses part faery, he wondered. She smelled great. A thought for another time.

A smirk curled Lacey's lips. “...You know I am. C'mon, Davey. Show me those moves.” She tugged him up and out towards the other two couples, wrapping her arms around his neck a la middle school dance. “Or just kinda sway like a buoy in the lake. That works too,” she teased.

He growled and spun her around, ending it by dipping her back until Lacey was poised over the edge of the pool, the ends of her hair wet in the water. “I could do it, woman. Don't tempt me.” Dave only pulled her up when she laughed and grabbed hold of his arms.

Across the way, Anna was smiling up at Jack, lifting her hand to clasp his. “Missed you,” she whispered, letting him pull her up so he could brush a kiss over her cheek. “Dance with me, Jack?” She was a little envious of everyone else's good time, she wanted to dance too.

“Anytime...” he said, pulling her over close so that he could sway to the music, watch her smiling up at him.

Alyx swapped with Mel again, ending up with Philip this time, and teasing him about how he was the puppy of the group. Mel was back with Scott, not dancing anymore, simply standing back to watch them all with her husband's arms wound around her waist. They looked happy, all of them. No one was fighting. Laughter drowned out the music half the time. This was exactly what she'd wanted, to see them all living happily ever after. Not the most conventional living arrangement, but maybe it should be. Tipping her head back, Mel grinned at Scott. “Thank you for going along with all my crazy. And for being the best husband I could ever ask for.” He just held her tighter, kissed the top of her head, and took Mel to sit on a lounger, watching their friends, their loved ones, while they learned how to live together.

#Happy birthday!#long and rambly and late #Ily

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Finding Fate through a Stranger’s Garden by Amanda of Alluring Blooms

Everything from the yard except peonies and garden roses (my callas, garlic scapes, astilbe, snaps, rosemary)

Divine intervention. Fate. Kismet. Whatever you want to call it, I am grateful for it everyday.

I’m Amanda, the owner of Alluring Blooms in Madison, Wisconsin. I do floral for weddings and events with the help of my wonderful husband Matthew. When Alicia reached out to me asking if I’d be willing to share the story of our new home I happily said yes. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and the universe guides us in the direction we are meant to go. I hope by sharing our story it inspires others to be bold – you never know where it might lead you!

Like I said, I do flowers for weddings and events. Flowers are my passion, they bring me so much joy and I love sharing that joy with others. That being said, health insurance is not something our family can afford out of pocket, so I also work full time outside the studio. When Matthew and I purchased our first home almost ten years ago we really wanted a house in the city. We looked at homes in our “comfort zone” (we didn’t want a 30 year mortgage) and it quickly became obvious that our budget was going to force us to look outside the city. We found a perfect house for us 45 minutes north of Madison. It had a huge yard for our future dog and future kids and plenty of room for gardens. The daily commute was rough and we talked about moving into the city with each passing year. Unfortunately we never found the right place and eventually gave up on the idea… Until one fateful day in August 2016.

I have a coffee addiction (in this industry that shouldn’t be a surprise, lots of long nights). This means I know where a Starbucks is wherever I may be working in town. There’s one near my flower wholesaler. I’ll often grab a cup on my break, then cut through the back roads to run and grab flowers. I would always drive past this street and notice the amazing lacey tardiva hydrangea bushes in the front yard of one of the houses.

Sooooo, there was a wedding I had planned on using MY tardiva hydrangea for. As luck would have it, there was an early fall frost and my hydrangea started to antique much earlier than they had in years past. I needed white for this wedding. Antique pink just wasn’t going to cut it. Then I remembered the hydrangea house. They didn’t get frost in the city 45 minutes south like we had up north. What’s the harm in stopping to ask if they would sell me some stems?

THIS is the wedding that started it all!!!! Photo credit: Laura Zastrow Photography

Another pic from the wedding that started it all!!! Photo credit: Laura Zastrow Photography

I mustered up all my courage and knocked on the door. Heart pounding. Palms sweating. Was this really what my life had come to? Rehearsing what I was gonna say so the owner doesn’t think I’m a lunatic when they answer the door. No answer. Are you kidding me? I went back to the car and wrote a note:

“Hi! My name is Amanda. You don’t know me but I absolutely adore your hydrangea and am wondering if you would sell me some stems to use for an event. Please contact me if you’re so inclined.”

I tucked it into the door, and went on my way. The next day I got a call from the owner – a wonderful woman named Sue. She said to please come over and prune all I wanted. She often used them for arrangements in the past but hadn’t the last few years. I was thrilled and so grateful.

I stopped by later that week and went back up to that front door. This time knocking wasn’t so scary. She greeted me with a smile and the fire in her eyes immediately made me feel at ease. She showed me around her yard. Years and years of plants she had lovingly planted, now huge and wild. She told me about the tall pines that once stood in place of these now huge perennials. I was in awe. I think she could see the amazement in my eyes. She asked if I wanted to see the back yard. OF COURSE! Rock walls and stone paths and wood decks and boardwalks with boards that had seen better days. It was an oasis in the heart of the city. I told her it was gorgoeus. She laughed her big laugh and said “You wanna buy it?”. I laughed back, surely she was joking. I picked my hydrangea and headed home.

Once I got home that night I told the story about the amazing lady I had met. How I was so happy she responded to my note. How she laughed and asked if I wanted to buy the house. Matthew said “Was she serious?”. I was quiet. “No. Surely not. I don’t think so? I didn’t ask. I thought she was joking. Should I ask?” I wrote her a heartfelt note and made her a big arrangement as a token of my thanks.

The home and garden

In my note I told her if she ever was seriously in the market to sell, let us know. She called me the next week and said she was serious. She had talked to a realtor to list it a few years back and they told her she would have to clean the yard up and seed or sod some areas if she wanted the best chance of selling. The very thing I fell in love with they told her was a detractor. The other caveat, Sue said, “The cat comes with the house”. Hahaha. Matthew said “OK!” The last puzzle piece was closing. She needed someone who could be flexible with move in. She had a specific retirement community she wanted to move in to, and she didn’t know if the wait list would be 2 months, 6 months, a year or even more. No problem. We had given up on our dream of living so close to work. Surely we could wait however long it might take.

The next thing I knew we were writing offers and making plans. We ended up closing on our new home in June 2017, over 10 months after that fateful day. We kept Sue’s cat. He’s a big orange furball who is friendly enough when he wants to be. He loves cuddling with Matthew – I’m kind of jealous. Ok. I’m really jealous. We also kept her standard poodle. He’s a smart, sweet boy who has stolen our hearts. He and our dog are learning to be friends. We’ve spent the last 6 months moving, remodeling, and working in the yard. The list of projects is never ending. I’ve thinned out hundreds of hostas and pulled hundreds of redbud saplings. I’ve planted thousands of bulbs and can’t wait to see them up in the spring. There’s still so much more work to do. But with each weed I pull and each new plant I put into the ground, I am SO GRATEFUL that the universe put Sue in our life. That hydrangea house is now our home. We still see Sue often – we spent Christmas day together in our newly remodeled kitchen which was once hers. We drank and laughed and made plans about what the garden has in store for 2018. We were given such an amazing gift – a home, cherished pets and a one of a kind forever friend.

The house and cutting gardens — and the cat that came with the house!

So be brave! Knock on that door, whatever your “door” is. You never know what is waiting for you on the other side!

Amanda and Matthew with their dogs

Everything from the yard except the quicksand roses (my hosta flowers, wigeala, scabiosa, queen anne’s )

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dawnajaynes32 · 7 years ago

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Finding Fate through a Stranger’s Garden by Amanda of Alluring Blooms

Everything from the yard except peonies and garden roses (my callas, garlic scapes, astilbe, snaps, rosemary)

Divine intervention. Fate. Kismet. Whatever you want to call it, I am grateful for it everyday.

THIS is the wedding that started it all!!!! Photo credit: Laura Zastrow Photography

Another pic from the wedding that started it all!!! Photo credit: Laura Zastrow Photography

“Hi! My name is Amanda. You don’t know me but I absolutely adore your hydrangea and am wondering if you would sell me some stems to use for an event. Please contact me if you’re so inclined.”

The home and garden

The house and cutting gardens — and the cat that came with the house!

So be brave! Knock on that door, whatever your “door” is. You never know what is waiting for you on the other side!

Amanda and Matthew with their dogs

Everything from the yard except the quicksand roses (my hosta flowers, wigeala, scabiosa, queen anne’s )

Finding Fate through a Stranger’s Garden by Amanda of Alluring Blooms syndicated post

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joesbrownusa · 8 years ago

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Houses For Sale in Morrow, GA

6495 Mill Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $133000

lovely 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath, two-story foyer entrance, formal dining room, open eat-in kitchen. fireplace in family room. master bedroom has a garden tub and walk-in shower. close to i-75, schools and great shopping.

918 Pineridge Dr, Morrow, GA

Price: $450000

Your oasis awaits on 3.139 acres of privacy and luxury in this custom built home. Two levels of open concept living for entertaining your guests. Numerous upgrades including custom built in bookcases and hardwood floors, granite countertops, custom shelving, pantry, outdoor speakers, window seating and storage, jetted tub, deck accessible from bedroom and kitchen. Plenty of storage. Both levels have a full living area including a living room, kitchen and bedroom, laundry room. Each level has its own garage with private entrances and is handicap accessible. Plenty of room for two familie s and/or guests. Close to ATL Airport and all major highways, shopping and schools. Showing by Appointment only. Pre approval letter required to see property. A must see!

6597 Sleepy Hollow Ln, Morrow, GA

Price: $35000

Stop the Car, check this condo out! It is a Great Investment opportunity! Centrally Located to shopping, Interstate and restaurants. 2 bedroom condo featuring a kitchen bar, Open spaced family room, fenced in and covered back yard great for entertaining and/or relaxing. Ample parking. 6 months seller HOA concession! This great deal, is ready to sell!

1300 Candler Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $126500

Great for 1st time buyer or investor. Needs a little TLC. Four spacious bedrooms with 2.5 baths. Foyer with hardwood floors. Total electric. Master bedroom with balcony, large master bath and walk-in closet. Fenced backyard. Walk to shopping and dining. Close to I-75.

6131 Deerfield Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $55000

Property is occupied by tenants paying $795 monthly – DO NOT DISTURB TENANTS. Property can be shown during due diligence period only. Contact listing agent, Erica.

2564 Stratford Ln, Morrow, GA

Price: $53900

Two bedroom townhouse has just been renovated! Brand new flooring, new paint, new granite counter tops and travertine back splash, new blacktop appliances. Both bedrooms are very spacious whether for adults or kids. Missing appliances will be installed prior to closing. Missing appliances will be installed prior to closing in remarks.

2141 Loma Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $125000

property is vacant, owner to replace stove before closing new carpet, new hardwood flooring, painted thru out. please check private remark for code

2758 Culver Cir, Morrow, GA

Price: $104628

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5375 Lacey Ave, Morrow, GA

Price: $12900

Level lot available in well-established neighborhood. Conveniently located near major roadways, shopping, and dining. Drive by today!

6348 Childers Way, Morrow, GA

Price: $244900

Beautiful 4 sided brick home in a quaint upper neighborhood. Master bed with vaulted ceiling and fire place. Living room with fire place. Upstairs washer and dry for easy access. Nice fenced in spacious back-yard. Show like NEW built in 2007 hardly lived in. Beautiful crown-molding through out. This is a must see!

6457 North Rdg, Morrow, GA

Price: $49900

Better hurry for this steal! 2 bedroom/2 bath home with a screened in porch in great neighborhood. Estate sale, no disclosure but in fantastic condition. Not many properties left in this price range! Very sought after, quiet neighborhood with no rental capacity left. DON’T MISS OUT!!! Easy show, easy sell. Send offers to [email protected]

1267 Candler Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $172655+

Outdoor lovers prefer the Braselton for its unique rear corner covered porch, directly accessible from a large eat-in kitchen overlooking the Great Room.. On the second floor, an oversized loft separates the private owner’s suite from two secondary bedrooms, with the option of converting this space into a fourth bedroom.

1264 Candler Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $169865+

5160 4th St, Morrow, GA

Price: $45000

Single family home with lots of space. Living/Dining room combo. Large den that can be used as a 4th bedroom with a walk-in closet/storage area. Ceiling fans in every room. New central a/c and heat unit installed 6 years ago. Roof is only 6 years old. Large fenced in yard, great for the family with dogs with storage shed.. Very quiet neighborhood with long established neighbors and within walking distance to Joy Lake for fishing. All appliances included and in good working order. Needs some cosmetic work but fully functional and ready to live in. Sold As-Is.

6979 Lodgepole Dr, Morrow, GA

Price: $80900

excellent home for the price, just renovated, 3 bd,1.5 ba.,spacious kitchen. wont last long!! vacant on supra

5125 2nd St, Morrow, GA

Price: $18500

Calling all Investors. This home is located in a quiet neighborhood. This 4 BR/2 BA needs some TLC, but is the perfect buy for those that are handy or investors. Nestled in a quiet area, this neighborhood boasts a lake and is located within walking distance of a church. Could be the perfect house for the right family. Has lots of potential. Seller is motivated!! Sold As Is/No Disclosure This listing is also in conjunction with other listings 8130499 8130500 8130501 8130502 Make sure you look at all these properties. You can make an offer on all five!

5638 Attucks Blvd, Morrow, GA

Price: $45000

savvy investor alert. recently updated home. receive immediate positive cash flow, just start collecting rent. great rental area. currently rented for $700.00/month do not disturb the tenant. must have an appointment to show 24 notice required. ***package deals available contact listing agent for details.

1948 Cornell Way, Morrow, GA

Price: $54900

first time buyer? investor? stop looking, this is the one! great condo in morrow! 2 bedroom 2 baths! living room with fireplace! kitchen with breakfast area. all appliances included. master on main level. secondary bedrooms upstairs. call agent for your private tour today!

6508 Pine Bark Ct, Morrow, GA

Price: $99900

Beautiful 3 bedroom 2.5 bathroom home! 2 door garage. New laminate flooring and New AC. Remodeled bathroom!

5321 Creekview Way, Morrow, GA

Price: $80000

Investor special. 3 bedroom townhome. Spacious and in great condition.

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