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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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My little brothers revenge part 3

The next 2 weeks flew by after that, with the only strange thing being that Justin started to have A LOT of close call's with getting to the backroom on time and was leaving a ton of skid marks in his pants, and that Justin had also apparently seen the error in his ways and had asked to try and host a D&D session for Alex and his friends to make up for everything he'd done.

Naturally of course Alex wasn't sure about whether or not to trust Justin, but then the bully had gone out of his way to get permission from their parents for Alex to have all of his friends over while they were gone for the session to happen.

"I just think with how rough he's had it lately, he could use a treat, and it'll be a good bonding experience for us since he's kinda too small to play football with me and the guys." Justin had said, acting sheepish.

After that Alex had dialed back the amount of ex-lax he'd been sneaking into Justin's drink's since he felt just awful about trying to make Justin a diaper boy when he was being so nice.

Of course Ben warned him it could just be a trap and to keep up the treatment (and had asked for pictures of Alex next time he had a uh-oh accident as payment for his words of wisdom) But Alex choice to believe in Justin, a choice he would come to regret.

With their parents gone Saturday morning, most of the day was spent with Alex helping Justin go over the rules for the campaign in the morning, and then hanging out and playing with his friends in the afternoon while Justin went out to hang with Grizz and Rayne.

"Man, hard to believe that Justin is being such a cool guy." Lyle said and winced as they were walking back from the park, having played a game of touch football with some younger kids (and having gotten their butts kicked, which only confirmed Alex's belief he was NOT meant to play the damn game)

"areeee you sure he's on the up and up on this?" Kyle asked, rubbing at his arm where a 5 year old had punched him.

"What? Guys come on, it's the four of US vs. him if he tries anything. we can take him!" Alex said full of misplaced pride and swagger even as he had a slight limp.

"..you realize a group of five year olds just whooped us right?" Max asked, Pausing to spit out more dirt from when he'd been driven into the ground.

"Yeah but there was a equal number of them to us and they were all sneaky like ninjas." Alex said, waving a hand. "Sides, worse case go for the nuts. it's like the weak spot on the death star."

"You've been going to your mom's self defense class again haven't you?" Max asked and chuckled.

"...Maybe." Alex huffed.

"heh, just don't" Lyle started.

"Scream out 'he's got my purse!' this time." Kyle finished and the rest of the losers club laughed while Alex blushed and fumed.

"Guys it was ONE time, let it goooo!"

While the losers club was out and playing their little games, Justin and the boys were getting everything ready for the pampering.

as it turned out the old crib wasn't going to be big enough for even just one of the boys, while the old playpen might of fit two at most though it would be cramped.

Thankfully two solutions provided themselves in this, their darkest hour in the form of finding a old car seat of Justin's that looked big enough to MAYBE hold Alex, and a old high chair that would hold Max for sure.

"So..how are we going to hide ALL of this upstairs? I know Alex and his friends are dorks, but their not stupid." Grizz asked.

"Oh, what if we went and put like sheets over them, and tell them their ghosts!" Rayne suggested eagerly.

"...Rayne buddy why don't you go have a juice box." Justin said, patting the hulking boys back.

"Kay!"

as the muscle bound boy headed up to the fridge for some apple juice, Grizz and Justin exchanged looks.

"Man, he's our friend and everything, but Jesus.. does he eat paint chips or something?" Grizz asked.

"Go ahead and ask him, I'll go and get the bucket to mop you up after he creams you." Justin chuckled. "Ok ok..back to the problem at hand..We could Make get the high chair in the broom closet, and the playpen all folded up in the linen closet. Car seat, I dunno.."

"Yeahhh whole lotta time to waste between getting them pampered and getting them in they're seats." Grizz agreed then added with a blush.. "and I didn't go though all the humiliation of buying 4 packs of those discount diapers just for them to go to waste."

By now Rayne was coming back down the steps with his juice box and smiled and waved a hand.

"heh, Yes Rayne?" Justin asked, waiting for the stupid idea to come out.

"What if like, you have the playpen and stuff all set up down here but hidden behind some stuff and we just send up the gaming area down here. you can claim you wanna set a atmosphere for the game, capture the feeling of going though a dungeon." Rayne said and smiled big time.

"...H-U-H..Man Rayne, you need to drink apple juice more often!" Justin chuckled. "Good idea!"

"nah, then i get the poops." Rayne said but grinned big time.

"..Noted?" Grizz said/asked with a sweat drop.

It was after supper, and with bellies full of Pizza and root beet, the boys made they're way down the dusty (though not as dusty as before) basement, the twins semi hugging each other as the basement's lights only worked in two of the four areas, casting long scary shadows.

Max was mostly ok, though he could of sworn he'd seen something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Uh..Alex,Justin, you guys sure you don't have rats?" he asked, a twinge of worry in his voice.

"Oh yeah, we get checked regularly, Dad's TERRIFIED of them, it's why we can't go to Disney world." Alex said, laughing though he was getting a little bit creeped out being in the basement after dark.

still he wanted to try and support Justin who clearly was making a effort. plenty of large blankets had been rolled out onto the stone floor and a coffee table was set up in the middle, not on the blankets but they were bunched around it.

there were books and note pads and pencils and dice, all the great makings for a table top game and Alex turned to smile at his friends as they took in the site.

coming around the table and looking at the set up, the boys all whistled and Alex smirked at his friends under the pale light of the basement.

"See? I told you guys we could trust Justin!" he beamed.

"heh, Oh?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, the guys were kinda worried you were gonna pull something." Alex said, rubbing the back of his head. "Buttt I knew you were trying ..to.." Alex trailed off as he saw the look on his brothers face.

"Yeahhh about that, maybe listen to your friends next time." Justin advised.

"Whatever! It's four on one Justin, we CAN and WILL kick your butt!" Alex said, balling up his fists and looking over his shoulder to his friends.

The twins and Max nodded back and got ready to fight but Justin didn't look too concerned.

"oh no, Four little dorks who already got their butts kicked by five year olds and they're threatening me. what ever will I do. Oh woe is me." Justin said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead in a dramatic fashion then grinning and snapping his fingers. "Oh wait, I know..Grizz, Rayne, wanna help me get our soon to be slaves dressed and ready for they're new life's of cooking, cleaning and doing homework for us?" Justin said.

two shadows moved out from behind a pile of boxes and indeed there was Justin's buddy's.

"Oh, by the way, feel free to fight back, but anyone who does gets a spanking. if your GOOD little boys, we'll get you dressed with minimal fussing." Justin added.

Alex of course chose to fight, as did Max since he had to have his buddies back.

the two of them lunged at Justin going for a combo knee and groin attack but Justin caught Alex in the air and just hoisted him over his shoulder with Alex's head and arms over his back and yanked down Alex's pants with his free hand and started to slap the boys butt, getting howls of pain from him.

Max meanwhile had gotten his ankle grabbed by Rayne as he went to leap and was tugged back and put under Rayne's beefy arm and much like Alex, pants were yanked down and his butt was slapped, Max howling away as Rayne giggled and gave Justin a silly grin.

"it's like I'm playing the bongo's!" he giggled childishly.

Lyle and Kyle meanwhile had taken inventory of how sore they already were, how big and strong Justin and his friends were and had just stayed put, holding each other hands while Grizz looked down at them and smirked.

"heh, so your gonna be good boys?" Grizz asked.

Both twins nodded then jumped at the sounds coming from their friends.

"H-hey! stop that! They'll-" Lyle started, looking at Alex and Max who's buns where getting red even with their undies protecting them.

"-Be good boys like us! Come on, Please stop?" Kyle finished, wincing and fighting the urge to bury his face in his brothers shoulder.

"Hmm I dunno.. Alex, are you gonna be a good boy or make your widdle friends into liars?" Justin asked, pausing for a second.

Alex of course had been beating on Justin's back, for all the good it had done him and was now stood in front of Justin, tears running down his face and pants around his ankles.

Likewise, Max was set on his feet, though the tears weren't as free flowing and he gave a glare at the Twin's who suddenly found something VERY interesting to look at at the floor so they could avoid eye contract.

"Hey now, none of that Maxie, those two might of just gotten you out of the 5 minutes spanking we had planned." Justin said.

"F-Five Minutes?" Alex whimpered, and put a hand to his sore butt. it already hurt so much from just 30 seconds!!

"well give or take a bout 30 seconds." Justin said and smirked.

a hissing sound was heard and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was, as Alex started to sob heavily as a puddle started to form under him where his accidents wasn't being soaked up by his pants.

"well, I'm gonna count that as a third vow to be a good boy..what do you say Max, wanna make it four for four?" Justin asked.

"Rot in hell! I'll never give in!" Max vowed.

Never as it turned out lasted all of anther 40 seconds then Max had a accident too. Following a quick clean up that would keep the boys from making puddles all the way up the stairs, Justin had Alex and Max take a quick bath together to both boys embarrassment, with Justin supervising to 'keep them out of trouble' while the Twin's mopped up the piddle accidents and got the wet clothes in the wash under the watchful eyes of Rayne and Grizz.

since the cat was out of the bag so to speak Rayne and Grizz had the twins help them bring the supplies for tonight's fun up into the living room, the urine smell in the basement being a big deciding factor.

The twins had a very good idea what was gonna happen as they carried the packs of diapers upstairs for the bullies, as well as a bag of dirty socks.

Well ok, the twins knew what the diapers and baby furniture was for, but the socks stumped them.

"Um..Mister Rayne?" Lyle asked, and held the bag up with one hand, the other being used to hold his nose.

"Hmm? me? Oh I'm just Rayne kiddo. what's up." Rayne said, confused at first but then smiling.

"I think I get most of what your planning, but why the stinky socks?" Lyle asked, looking over as Kyle was being a super good helper and getting the playpen set up, even though the look on his face made it clear he didn't wanna be helping at all.

"Oh the socks are for..are for.." And Rayne trailed off, and rubbed the back of his head, then turned to Grizz. "Hey Grizz, what are the socks for again?"

"We're gonna get the babies who aren't doing homework to wear them on both hands, one hand for the ones who are, and use about 3 socks per hand and tape for make shift baby mitts." Grizz called over.

"Ohhh yeahh..So that." Rayne said and smiled brightly.

"B-But why stinky socks? I don't wanna get athletes foot on my hands!" Lyle whined and whimpered.

"Oh! this part I do 'member! it's cuz you won't be tempted to try and tug'em off with your teeth after those socks have been on me and Justin's and Grizz's feet!" Rayne said, ever so proud of himself that he'd recalled that much.

"I..but..Ewwwww!" Lyle whined and started to cry.

"oh hey hey, look, it's just kinda fair if you think about it!" Rayne said, pulling the smaller boy into a hug.

"H-How so?" Lyle sniffled.

"well we're gonna hafa smell you guys when your blort your diapers. So see? it all works out!"

Somehow not only was this NOT a comfort for the twins, but started Kyle bawling too.

With Alex and Max washed nice and clean, they huffed and pouted as they were marched down stairs in just they're towels and were greeted to the site of of Lyle and Kyle (Aka mentally labeled the traitors in both boys minds) sitting side by side in Alex's old playpen wearing nothing but three pairs of dirty white socks on each hand that were taped up at the wrist with green masking tape and at least 4 pairs of white and pink diapers around their hips.

Finishing the look off as a bib around each twins hip, Lyle had Big bird on his while his brother was rocking cookie monster.

"Heh, nice touch with the bibs!" Justin commented. "I was gonna let them keep their shirts on."

"Well you know, I found a box of them in the basement and thought, why not?" Grizz said.

The twins had tear stains on their cheeks and Justin raised a eyebrow at that.

"Did they have to get spanked too?" He asked.

"Oh nah, just had a little sob feast. kinda shocked it didn't happen sooner. they ARE babies after all." Rayne giggled.

"So what do you have picked out for our two little naughty boys to wear?" Justin asked, chuckling and yanking the towels off of the younger boys who yelped and covered themselves despite the fact that A) they had both already seen everything B) so had Justin and C) they we gonna have to move their hands once they were diapered.

"Well I was thinking something retro, and classy at the same time." Grizz said, taking on a snobbish voice and making the other bullies smirk. "Something that screams 'I'm a big dumb baby slave, but at least I can do homework.' You know, a look for the ages."

"I see I see. Looks like you two little brainiac's get to do our homework while we supervise the good boys. And Don't even THINK of fucking it up. We'll be taking all SORTS of pictures of you dweebs in all your big baby glory and won't be shy about sharing it with your classmates." Justin chuckled and then pointed over to the changing mat's on the floor.

"J-Justin come on, do we HAVE to wear diapers?" Alex tried one last time.

"Alex I'm shocked, don't tell me you WANNA run around in the buff all night!" Justin said.

somehow the boy's blush got worse and along with Max he scrambled over to the changing mat's without further argument.

thickly diapered and one hand in the make shift baby mitts (Left hand for Alex and right hand for Max) and sporting Elmo themed for Max and Oscar the grouch for Alex, the last two of the loser's club was living up to it's name.

Max had been put in a old wooden high chair which even as small and shrimpy as he was was still a tight fit and had the bullies English and Social studies homework out in front of him.

Alex meanwhile had oddly easier been strapped into a old car seat and pulled up to the coffee table and handed the Math and science homework.

"Since when do you even get this much homework over one weekend?" Alex had asked, eyes going wide.

"Oh yeah, we asked for extra homework to make up for our falling grades. our teachers loved we were trying. So again. Don't make us look bad." Justin said and ruffled Alex's hair, making the huffy diapered shrimp squirm and try and get away.

"I can't believe I actually thought you were turning over a new leaf." Alex huffed and sulked.

"Honestly, neither could I, but you just wanted it to be true sooo bad~ Though I'm not without a degree of mercy." Justin chuckled and at that moment Grizz came in and set a baby bottle full of milk on Max's tray, then on in reach of Max.

Meanwhile the twins were being handed one each by Rayne and just took them with some difficulties in both hands and started to drink, they they wrinkled they're noses.

"heh, I guess the socks kinda keep you from fully enjoying the moo juice. Ah well, not my problem. I expect that ba-ba drained in a hour little man, I don't need you getting all dehydrated with all the crying and pissing you've been doing." Justin snickered and after handing Alex his ba-ba, walked away.

For a tiny split second Alex was tempted to grab the bottle and toss it at Justin, but then his common sense kicked in stead and he went to work, pausing every so often to drink the oddly sweet milk.

The twins tummies were starting to hurt as they chugged down they're milk but with the lack of room in the playpen and their stinky sock mitten's they weren't sure if they were gonna be able to pick the bottle back up if they put them down.

Since they had maybe already lost they're friends after betraying them before, they had silently agreed to just try and be the best big babies they could tonight since there was no point in getting a spanking now anyways.

"Sheesh, I guess that sob feast they had really dried them up. Careful little guys you're gonna give yourselves gas bubbles!" Rayne said, looking almost legitimately concerned.

"heh, don't tell me you're going soft on us man." Grizz teased, lightly elbowing Rayne side.

"Huh? no, I just don't wanna have to burp them and risk getting spit up on me."

"..You uh, Know their not REALLY babies right?" Justin asked after a second. "So I don't think that's gonna be a worry."

the mental image of being held in the bullies arms and being burped like a oversized baby wasn't exactly appealing to Kyle who slowed his chugging down but Lyle seemed to speed his up.

"..heh, I think one of them WANTS to be burped!" Grizz said.

Tugging his ba-ba out quick Lyle went to defend himself but in stead let out a massive belch that did kinda make his tummy feel better.

Kyle on the other hand took the other option when it came to gas relief as before anyone could say anything about the burp, a muffled long fart came out of Kyle's behind and the boys eyes went wide as saucers making it clear who had cut the cheese.

"Sheesh, couple of Gas holes over here." Justin laughed then wrinkled his nose, taking a step back. "Ugh, If his FARTS smell this bad.."

"yeahhh Maybe we shouldn't of put all that laxative powder in there." Rayne said, rubbing the back of his head.

With THAT announcement all four boys who had been taking a drink, Lyle having just put his bottle back up to his mouth dropped them and looked at the bullies.

"Rayne, they weren't suppose to know about that." Scolded Justin, then he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"oh..uh sorry. How can I make it up to you?" Rayne said, while all four of the diapered losers club squirmed and whined in their baby prison's.

"Guess who gets to change all four stinkers himself?" Justin asked.

"Grizz? that's not fair he did- ...OH!...oh." Rayne started to argue, but then his face lit up as he got it, then fell as he got it.

Hearing about how the milk had been tainted, Alex grabbed his and was trying to pry the lid off to dump it out when Justin came over and shook his head.

"Ah ah ah, Bad baby brother! I guess you're gonna have to take a homework break so big brother can bottle feed you." Justin scolded, getting Alex out of the car seat and into his lap while Justin sat on the floor, pressing and rubbing the nipple on Alex's closed mouth.

"Open up little man, it's either you drink your special ba-ba and make 'present's for big brother or I get out the enema kit mom got for dad." Justin said.

Alex's eyes widen and he stared at his brothers face, wondering if Justin would really actually use that horrible looking thing on him..then recalling he was currently dressed like a big baby and opened his mouth.

"Good boy! Guess i could of just made you drink it on your own with that threat..eh, Your kinda cute like this. In a total loser big baby sorta way." Justin snickered.

Alex suckled down fast and hard, just wanting to get it over with and glared at Justin, willing himself to be able to make his asshole of a big brother end up crapping HIMSELF before Alex fudged his huggies.

As the cramps started to build in his tummy, Alex didn't think that was going to happen.

Seeing Alex being bottle fed by his brother and Grizz coming over Max gulped and gave a sheepish smile.

"I..Don't suppose you could just take the nipple off so i can chug this and get it over with huh?" He tried.

"heh, I suppose so. at least then I don't have to worry about burping the nerdy baby." Grizz said and started to unscrew the top. "But just so you know, if you try and just dump it out, I'll be tanning your ass for 5 minutes strait, then just giving you a enema."

Whether it was the threat itself, or the fact Max had loaded up on fluids on the way home he'd never be sure, but the poor boy gasped and whimpered as a hissing was heard and he soaked his diaper.

"Heh, We got our first wet diaper! Man, you must have a hair trigger bladder huh?" Grizz asked, and offered the opened ba-ba to Max. "Bottoms up soggy pants."

Whining softly but knowing he was stuck (in more ways then one with his diaper bloating out in the high chair) Max gave a week smile and drank as fast as he could.

The twins meanwhile had been given new instructions by Rayne who had decided if he was gonna have four sets of poopie diapers to change, he might as well get a cute site first.

The nicest of the three bullies (if only due to his lower IQ) he'd understood when Lyle and Kyle hadn't been abler to get they're ba-ba's picked up between the cramped space and the baby mitt and had picked up their bottle's and handed them to the other.

"Um..Rayne? I-I had more of my ba-ba gone." Kyle said meekly. "This is Lyle's."

"I Know, I want you to bottle feed each other, it'll look so cute!" he said and then with a big of shuffling around got them facing each other. "Your twin brothers so you're both close..So go on, help you brother drink up!" He encouraged them both.

Knowing better then to argue, the Twins shifted around and worked out how to get their arms out of the way of the other then both were drinking up, eyes closed and noses wrinkled from the smell of the socks, and the mini poots that were escaping almost constantly now as they were almost finished their ba-ba's.

As such with they're eyes closed they didn't see that Rayne had grabbed Justin's camera phone (After losing three cells of his own, Rayne wasn't trusted with one anymore.) and snapped a few pictures of the cuteness in front of him, and when they finished he fished them both out of the playpen and had them each put a head over one of his shoulders, apparently having gotten over his stance on burping them.

As they felt the big strong pats on their back and looked at each other over the simple giants shoulder, both twins wet their diapers at the same time but just like how they normally talked, one would burp then the other then the first one, back and forth till Rayne was sure he'd gotten all the gas bubbles out.

The twin's weren't sure how they felt about this, since Clearly Rayne was strong enough to support BOTH of them with just one hand making them feel even smaller then before, though it DID feel good to get all that gas out even if they're tummies were still cramping big time now.

"Feel better little guys?" Rayne asked, smirking.

Lyle started to nod while Kyle went to say something, but that was when the ba-ba's special ingredient kicked in. Both twins stiffened and little gasps came out of their mouths but that was nothing compared to the torrent of muck that poured out of their backside as the pink and white diapers rapidly expanded and even with the slits cut in them it was clear they were rapidly approaching a overflow point.

"Sheesh, that didn't take long." Grizz said, holding his nose.

"Oh man, their fucking toxic!" Justin complained.

between the sick sounding wet farts you could HEARD the diapers crackling as they fought to keep up but it wouldn't be till the diapers were fully loaded that they Twins would snap out of their shocked silence.

Rayne went to say something to comfort them but it was like a shrill alarm going off as both twin once again started wailing and crying, and Rayne winced, his own nose wrinkling.

"Uhh.. Can I just go and hose them off in the back yard?" He semi shouted, trying to be heard over the twins.

"Are you kidding? they'd alert the whole block as to whats going on!" Justin said, gagging a little. "Oh Man..I did NOT think this though..."

"Well what did you expect a dirty diaper was gonna smell like?" Alex huffed, though he was making grossed out faces too, plus knew that was his future."Sun shrine and rainbows?!"

"Also it's WAY too cold out to clean them up outside anyways Rayne, you'll make them sick."Max pointed out

"You two, shut up and get back to work. and Rayne..I know we were gonna make them sit in it but for the sake of everyone noses, change them now....and uh, take them to the basement to do it." Justin huffed.

Rayne nodded and off he went with the little stinkers and Grizz turned to Justin.

"Ahhh.. maybe we'll just use the pictures of them, but let them take dumps in the potty..I mean.. " he was saying, moving to go and open some windows.

"Ngggh, you might be onto something there." Justin said, then noticed Max and Alex exchanging looks and smirking. "..what's with the looks?"

"It seems to me, like the balance of power has shifted." Max said with a evil grin.

"Unless you WANT us unleashing hell in our diapers over and over again, you're gonna knock all of this off now, and hand over the pictures." Alex said smugly.

"Are you REALLY trying to threaten us with stinky diapers?" Grizz asked, half amused half in disbelief.

"If you thought the twin's were stinky they don't hold a candle up to Max, and Justin you know how bad I can be when I'm NOT loaded with ex-lax."

"..Mistakes have been made." Justin groaned, face palming.

"Are you kidding me?! I went though all that embarrassment and blew all that money on diapers and we're gonna cave in now?" Grizz huffed, looking pissed.

Max left out a poot and that fresh tears to the bullies eyes.

"Consider that a preview of whats to come." Max said and gave a evil laugh. "and tick tock guys.. us 'babies' can only hold it for sooo long~"

"Look Grizz, I'm sorry but unless you wanna be the one helping Rayne change diapers." Justin started to say, cut off by Rayne's cry of horror from the basement. "Then the plan failed."

"This is fucking bullshit!" Grizz huffed and then stormed out of the living room, grabbing his jacket.

"Grizz come on! wait!"

"No way man, screw you! I'm going home!" Grizz growled back and took off, slamming the door.

"...Well I hope your happy now!" Justin huffed at the big babies.

"Oh, we will be.. but first.. socks off and let us out of our baby prisons." Alex said, then smirked. "and don't worry, I have a feeling the diapers WON'T be going to waste."

For the first time since this little war had started, Justin felt a pang of worry.

In the aftermath, only the twins ended up messing their diapers and once Rayne found out the plan had fallen though he sulked and huffed and stormed off home too to do the extra class work that no one else was gonna do for him now.

The Pictures were turned over as promised and Justin figured Alex just deleted them, never suspecting that they were kept for blackmail power of a sort later on, and while no one else had a smelly diaper that night, all four boys kept wearing one just in case.

The twins were forgiven by Max and Alex after a bit, mostly due to how traumatized they seemed from having made such big stinkies and having to get cleaned up and had sucked on their thumbs when they weren't playing video games with Max and Alex, though they had conked out hard shortly after.

Justin, as the last bully standing, got the 'honor' of taking the shovel and going out to the trail to 'bury the treasure' and was less then happy when he came back and got told to go to bed and rest up, he was going to need it.

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valentines-in-london · 5 years ago

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I Need Fire (Part 20)

Authors Note: Hey all! I am so freaking sorry there hasn’t been an update in a while!! Life has been crazy and also I got a bit tripped up with this chapter. For more beach making out inspiration check out Bon Jovi’s “Livin In Sin” video as well haha. Thanks for sticking with me and please tell me what you think of the chapter! Word Count: 3,622 Warnings: drugs, angst Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1 @la-sorciere-fleur @anxious-diabetic @xdeath-soulx @fanofnightz @songbirdkisses If you’d like to be added please let me know!

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Chapter 20

Rayne had no idea what to pack, she had never been somewhere tropical before in her life but that was exactly where she was going: Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Tommy had surprised her with a trip to Cabo for Christmas. It wasn’t a long trip, only three days but the day after they got back Tommy would go into the studio with Motley and Rayne would start really gearing up for Stanley’s fashion show. Life was once again about to get extremely hectic so the next few days were precious.

“I literally just packed tank tops, a bathing suit and one pair of jeans.” Tommy smiled as he zipped up his luggage.

“Of course you did.” Rayne laughed as she packed some hair products in her bag. Quite possibly the worst thing about any type of travel when you had curly hair was packing hair product. Traveling with no product was the equivalent of a death sentence. “I’m giving up, if it’s not in here I’ll just have to live without it for a weekend.”

“You packed a bathing suit right?” Tommy questioned rolling onto his stomach on the bed.

“I did.” Rayne replied.

“A bikini?” Tommy smiled wide.

“Tommy, no one wants to see this in a bikini.”

“No correction, I want to see you in a bikini.” Tommy said with his usual blend of sexy and genuine.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you ready? We’re going to be late for our flight if we don’t get a move on.”

“I was born ready. I’m waiting on you foxy lady.” He pushed himself up and off their bed.

“Well I’ve been ready.” Rayne said defiantly as she threw one more thing in her suitcase before finally zipping up her bag. That was one of Tommy’s favorite quirks about Rayne, she always waited until the last second to be ready and then acted like she was the one waiting on Tommy.

Rayne and Tommy arrived at LAX, they parked their car and walked across the street to get to the ticketing desk. It was all going wonderfully, until an older gentleman with a camera approached them and began snapping photos. “Where are you off to Tommy?”

“What are you doing dude?” Tommy questioned taking a few quick steps to put himself slightly in front of Rayne.

“Just my job.” The photographer kept snapping photos. “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Dude, you can take as many pictures of me as you want but leave her out of it alright?” Tommy spoke defensively.

“But that’s what people want to know.”

“Who are these people?”

“Whatever magazine buys the photos.” The photographer said vaguely. The walk to the door felt like the longest walk of all time. Rayne thought that he would stop when they entered the airport, but that was not the case.

Rayne could feel Tommy’s agitation; she reached for his hand giving him a gentle squeeze as they approached the ticketing counter. “It’s okay babe. Just go with it.”

Rayne and Tommy checked into their flight and were given their boarding passes in a swift fashion. The photographer had definitely drawn the attention of others in the airport, most wondering who the hell they were and a small handful who knew exactly who Tommy was. A small crowd had gathered around the ticketing counter making Rayne and Tommy have to slowly push their way toward the escalator up to the security checkpoint. Tommy had never been so happy to see a bunch of officers with badges who quickly turned away the photographer and got Rayne and Tommy through security fairly quick. When the officer looked at Tommy’s passport he nodded his head, “Alright you’re the dude from that Motley band!”

“Yeah.” Tommy said less than enthused and walked through the metal detectors. Once they had gotten through and into the concourse Rayne grabbed Tommy’s hand and pulled him into a secluded gate area.

“Hey, calm down.” She spoke soothingly, running her hands up and down his arms. “I can feel how angry you are.”

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy finally spoke after a few moments. “A fucking photographer invading our privacy to sell the pictures to some fucking magazine? And taking pictures of you? Fuck that.”

“Hey, shhh.” Rayne placed a hand on his cheek. “Sadly that’s the price that comes with fame. Is it one of the good sides? No. But there’s nothing we can do about it now. Maybe we need to start thinking about how to handle that situation.”

Letting out a heavy breath Tommy shook his head. She could feel him starting to calm down. “That’s not how I wanted this vacation to start.”

“I know baby. I’m sure that’ll be the worst thing to happen on this get away. Okay?” Rayne smiled. “Come on, let’s go to our gate and forget about it alright?”

Tommy nodded his head and he and Rayne walked hand in hand to their gate.

Once Rayne and Tommy walked into their suite in the resort almost everything from earlier in the day was forgotten. Tommy dropped both of their matching bags on the floor while Rayne held two large margarita glasses in her hand. The weather was warm and the cold drink not only tasted delicious but it felt delicious too. Rayne handed a glass to Tommy before taking a step out onto the back deck which was open to the sand on the beach where the teal water was calling to them. Tommy quickly changed into his black and pink spackled swim trunks, Rayne however took a few minutes to change into her bathing suit. She had packed a bikini, at Tommy’s request, it was the last thing she threw into her bag before they left. Rayne looked at herself in the mirror before taking a deep breath and letting her hair out of her pony tail.

When she walked out Tommy’s jaw went a bit slack. Rayne was in a leopard string bikini which hugged her curves just right despite how unsure she was. Rayne rolled her eyes, “Don’t look like that, you’ve seen me naked.”

“You look amazing, come on.” Tommy grabbed Rayne’s hand and the two walked hand in hand towards the ocean. The Mexican sun felt hot on their skin so when the cool water brushed their feet it was a welcome feeling. Rayne immediately dove under the water flipping her hair out of her face as she reached the surface. Tommy was still only up to his knees in the water.

“What? Too cold for you California boy?” Rayne called out to him splashing in his direction. “Come on, I’ll warm you up.”

Tommy still remained where he was so Rayne swam back to him like a lioness stalking her prey. When she got within arms length of him she pounced on Tommy sending him to fall right into the water. Tommy gasped as he came to the surface, “Oh you are so dead.”

“Am I?” Rayne teased playfully splashing him with water. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

With that Rayne was swimming off into deeper water with ease while Tommy slowly chased after her. For having such long lanky limbs he certainly didn’t have speed in the water. When Tommy finally reached Rayne she was calmly floating in the salt water.

“Oh no you’ve caught me.” Tommy leaned down and kissed her causing her to no longer be floating in the water but now kicking her feet to stay afloat. She wrapped her arms around Tommy’s neck and grazed her nose with his. “I guess someone is feeling better.”

“How could I not be when we have a beautiful private beach, a romantic suite and soon enough a gorgeous sunset?” Tommy enthusiastically replied.

“Good. I’m glad.” Rayne said wrapping her legs around Tommy’s waist and kissing him softly. “I’m gonna go grab a lounge chair and get some sun.”

“Sounds good.” Tommy replied as he began swimming back to the shore with Rayne. As Rayne walked out of the water she quickly brushed her hair off of her face, dripping wet with salt water. There were four empty white lounge chairs on the beach in front of their room, Rayne picked the one that her bag was closest to and laid down before reaching into her bag for a pair of sunglasses. Soon after Tommy approached her and shook the water off him like a wet dog causing Rayne to laugh as the water splashed her.

“You’re such a dick.” Rayne laughed brushing the water droplets off her sunglasses. Soon the warm sun evaporated any traces of ocean water on both of their skin while they silently laid down enjoying the peace and quiet. Rayne pulled out a magazine and started flipping through the pages.

After about thirty minutes Tommy broke the silence, “This is paradise.” Rayne couldn’t help but smile, she was actually impressed that Tommy lasted half an hour without talking even though he was fidgeting like crazy.

“It is glorious.” Rayne nodded her head continuing to read her magazine.

“What are you reading?”

Rayne sighed and turned her Cosmo magazine to show Tommy the name of the article MEN YOU CAN LIVE WITHOUT. “I’m reading my trash.”

“What does it say about men you can live without?”

“Well, let’s see number one, a man that disappears for extended periods of time. Number two, a man that is constantly surrounded by other women. Number three, a man that doesn’t know how to relax.” Rayne laughed as she made up the third quality, all were made up but it was all in good fun.

“What? Give me that!” Tommy snatched the magazine from her hand and his eyes began scanning the words. “It doesn’t say any of that.”

“You’re so gullible.” Rayne chuckled from the chair next to him. “But seriously, do you know how to just chill out?”

“No, not really.” Tommy admitted. “We should go out on jetski’s!”

“I’ll go out jet skiing with you if you promise that you’ll let me just sit and do nothing when we get back.” Rayne sat up in her chair pulling her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.

“Fuck yes dude! It’s a deal.” Tommy jumped up from his chair reaching for Rayne’s hand to begin walking down the beach to the docks at the far end of the resort.

Rayne and Tommy had gotten the last two jetski’s available and quickly zoomed off in the water. Rayne had never been on one before, but quickly got the hang of it. Tommy, of course was finding the biggest waves he could to jump over and get the most hang time in the air. Rayne on the other hand cruised along the shore when she wasn’t doing donuts. Tommy eventually made his way over to Rayne, “I’ll race you to the dock.”

“You’re on.” Rayne called over to him circling around in the water to be facing in the right direction. “Ready?

Rayne reached the dock first and with a gleeful cheer she threw her fist in the air. Quickly turning the jetski around to face Tommy with a smile on her face. "Bet you didn't think I'd beat you huh?"

"Two out of three?" Tommy charmingly asked.

"Oh no, only losers throw that out there after they lost. I won fair and square." Rayne said defiantly before she did another donut around Tommy.

"You wanna go for a real ride?" Tommy changed the subject patting the back of his jetski. "You've just been staying pretty close to the shoreline."

"Oh I've gone for a real ride plenty of times." She teased him. "But another one can't hurt. Let me bring this back to the dock."

Tommy followed Rayne as she returned the jetski to the man at the dock. Soon after she hopped on the back of Tommy's jetski, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I think you made this proposition just so I'd be straddling you."

"Trust me baby, if that was the case you wouldn't be straddling me there." Tommy turned his head slightly before accelerating in the water causing Rayne to yelp and hold on tight.

She was sure Tommy was a slight adrenaline junkie, he loved things that went fast and had a hint of danger to them. Tommy would find the best wave he could and punch the throttle to get as much air as he could off the wave. The first time they did it Rayne had to admit she was a bit afraid but she got used to the feeling the more they went along. And she would never turn down a chance to wrap her arms around Tommy and that was a requirement for this activity.

Once the waves grew smaller and the sun began to set Tommy stopped and began to make his way back to the dock. Giving him a light squeeze Rayne asked, "Why don't you bring your motorcycle back from your parents place? You'd be able to ride along the coast back home."

"That sounds like an excellent idea babe." Tommy smiled docking the jetski and hopping up onto the wooden dock before reaching down to help Rayne off the jetski. He pulled Rayne close so that their chests were flush against each other. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"

"I'm always willing to hear it more." Rayne winked up at her boyfriend.

"Well I love you."

"Now how about that real ride you promised me earlier?" She teased biting her lower lip.

"Oh now you're asking for it." Tommy deviously smiled before he made a move to wrap Rayne in an embrace but she was a step ahead and dodged his move and began running down the beach back toward their suite.

She stayed ahead for a good while but Tommy's long legs allowed him to catch up to Rayne lifting her slightly off the ground. She looked into his eyes and instantly knew the look that shot from them. Tommy's lips lowered to Rayne's and she happily met him halfway. Carefully the two dropped down into the sand, Rayne laid down on the sand while Tommy straddled her as the waves casually lapped at their skin. The two continued to kiss, intertwining their fingers. Rayne wished they could live like that forever, in their own private paradise, no worries and no one else around.

Wrapping her leg over Tommy's she made a quick move to switch positions so that she was on top of Tommy straddling his waist. Tommy buried his hand in her wet hair and pulled her down to kiss him once more. Slowly pulling away from him Rayne smiled down, brushing her hair to one side of her face. "What do you say we skip dinner? Because right now I don't want anything but you."

"Now that sounds like a plan." Tommy grinned rubbing his hands up and down Rayne's thighs. As fast as she could Rayne popped up and off Tommy before running towards their suite.

Hours later Rayne laid in bed next to a sleeping Tommy. She couldn't help smiling to herself that she had worn him out but she still wanted to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Once the shivers stopped rushing over her body from her orgasms she pushed herself out of bed. The sun had long set and it was dark in the room. Rayne quietly walked over to her and Tommy's bags reaching around for her skin care and birth control. Feeling a few smooth bottles she grabbed them and walked into the bathroom closing the door before she turned the lights on. Once her eyes adjusted to the light she looked down at the bottles on the counter confused. She must've reached into Tommy's bag and not her own.

The red bottles in front of her weren't her skincare bottles at all, and they had no label. Rayne picked one up to examine it further, she couldn't even see through it so she decided to twist the top and open it. As soon as the lid came loose she knew what it was and when she lifted it to find a very tiny little spoon like contraption it sealed the deal. It was a bottle filled with cocaine. She knew that Tommy had used in the past but didn't think that he used when he was at home. As soon as she thought it she realized how naive that must have sounded. On top of that she couldn’t help but think how much trouble he would have been in if the caught him with any of this at the airport.

It didn't make sense to her why he would have to bring cocaine with him on a three day vacation. How could he not be without it for three days? Rayne then closed the small bottle with the powder in it and looked at the other two bottles she had mistaken for her skincare products. Again they were not labeled and when she opened them up both had little white pills in them, one bottle they were oval and the other were round. Though she had no idea what they could be as they were so general but she knew that they weren't prescribed to him.

Closing the bottles Rayne steadied herself against the bathroom cabinet taking a deep breath. She wanted to wake him up that second and question him but she knew that wasn't the best route to take, she needed to get her emotions under control because they were all over the place. She was angry at him, in complete shock, angry at herself for her own naivety, sad that he needed these things even when he was alone with her. Slipping out into the bedroom Rayne put the bottles back where she had found them and grabbed what she had originally intended from her own bag before slipping back into the bathroom to shower.

The next morning Tommy and Rayne sat around the table in their room clad in plush white robes and room service in front of them. Rayne was nibbling on some fresh fruit while Tommy was eagerly scarfing down pancakes and bacon. She watched him carefully still in shock over her discovery from the night before. If he really was hooked on coke or pills, what else could he have been hiding from her?

"So what do you want to do today baby?" Tommy asked between bites. Rayne thought about it for a moment before she grabbed a glass filled with a delicious mimosa taking a small sip.

"Well yesterday I went jet skiing with you and then we took all our activity to the bedroom. So today you're going to make good on your promise and just relax with me." Rayne smiled. Suddenly Tommy's inability to sit still made sense in Rayne's head.

"Did I promise that?" Tommy asked.

"More or less." Rayne smiled taking another sip of her drink. A relaxing quiet day would give Rayne time to live in her thoughts and think about exactly how to go about having quite an uncomfortable conversation with her boyfriend. "So have you talked to Vince at all since he got out of jail?"

"No. I don't know what I would say to him." Tommy shrugged his shoulders.

"So the first time you're going to see him is when you get to the studio?" Rayne asked.

"I guess. Vince is a big boy I'm sure he's fine." Tommy concluded causing Rayne to put her head down and sigh. "What? You don't agree?"

"I don't know. Maybe guys really are wired differently than women but I couldn't imagine going through what Vince must be going through alone." Rayne reasoned. "He just got out of jail for vehicular manslaughter, the person who died was one of his friends, and his best friend's girlfriend was in the car with him that night and I don't need to elaborate any further. That's a heavy cross to bear alone."

"He's not alone. He has Jo." Tommy took a bite of bacon. Rayne only shook her head she didn't think she could win this one. One thing she was sure about was that Vince and Jo's home was on the way to work and she would be sure to stop by when she got back to California and make sure they both knew she was there for them whatever they needed.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe that's enough for him." Rayne shrugged her shoulders. "You know him better than I do."

Later that day Rayne was laying out in the sun while Tommy went for a swim in the refreshing ocean water. She watched as he splashed around, dove under waves and attempted to body board. She couldn't help but smile watching him. Tommy always approached everything with unrelenting enthusiasm, and it was infectious. But now she couldn't help but wonder how much of that was Tommy and how much of that came from outside sources. Ever since she had known Tommy she knew about the drugs, so she couldn't be a total hypocrite and act like her discovery came as a total shock. But that didn't make it any less shocking to have it thrust right in your face. Because even though she had known about it she never saw him do it, and maybe that was where the problem really was. Was I enabling his habit because I didn't say anything as long as I didn't see it? Rayne thought to herself.

She watched as Tommy came out of the ocean pushing his hair back and off his face making his way back to her. She knew she couldn't wait to talk to him. Grabbing a towel Tommy began to towel off, "Babe the waves are incredible today you gotta come in with me at some point."

"I will." Rayne smiled up at him. "But first can we talk about something?"

"Yeah sure, what's up? Is everything okay?"

"That's what I want to talk about." Rayne took a deep breath before she spoke her next words. "Tommy I found some stuff in your bag that I want to talk to you about…"

Take me to the next chapter......

--- Well there it is, we’ve tip toed around the drug thing a bit with Tommy but now it’s reared it’s ugly head again. I truly hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait and again I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in a bit!! Please let me know what you all think I love and adore all feedback<3

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Learning to Live

I never knew how to be on my own until it was the only option I had. My childrens father had pushed me past my limits. I had let a lot slide in our relationship of the last 7 years, the drugs, the cheating, the occasional beatings, but when I came home and find him in OUR bed with his little tart of a girlfriend and drugs in the house I was officially done! That was our one agreement nothing was to come into our home and be around the kids. I silently thanked God for never letting me marry that man. As soon as I walked in and saw that I calmly turned and walked out and into my daughter's room and started packing her stuff. "Anna she doesnt mean anything to me!" Johnny said as he entered Rayne's room. I scoffed "Isn't that what they all say, Johnny you know Im not even mad anymore. We haven't loved each other in a long time and the only reason I've stayed is because I never thought I could make it on my own. But being on my own would never be as bad as watching the father of your children and a man thats supposed to love you do this right in front of you're face." I said folding Rayne's clothes and putting them in her duffle bag. "Come on dont do this! The kids won't understand." Johnny said grabbing my arm and trying to pull me up. "Let go of me Johnny!" I seethed. "You're not taking my kids away from me!" He said tightening his grip on my arm. "Like you spend time with them anyway." I remarked which earned me a backhand to the face. "Go ahead Johnny slap me around some more it wouldnt be the first time, but it'll sure as fuck be the last!" I said through gritted teeth. That earned me a black eye and a bust lip along with a few cracked ribs I'm sure of. After he was done he gotdressed and left for his afternoon shift like nothing ever happened.

Setting against my daughters bed holding my newly brused ribs all I could do was laugh, how could I be so foolish to stay in a relationship with someone like this for so damn long! I had no more tears to cry. I pulled myself up off the floor and went back to packing my daughter's duffle bag, if I wanted to have our stuff packed by the time the kids got home from school I only had a couple hours. I finished packing Rayne's duffle bags and set them by the top of the steps and moved to Jameson's room to start packing his. After I got everything packed I carried the 6 bags down to the garage and packed them into my Tahoe. After putting the bags into the suv, I went and sat on the front steps waiting for the kids to get off the bus.

Three o'clock rolled around and the bus stopped in front of the house. I watched my two beautiful babies get off and run full force towards me. "Hey momma" Jameson my seven year old greeted me as he sat down beside me. "Hey babies how was your day?" I asked trying to be as normal as I could before I completely up rooted their lives. "Good. Momma whats wrong with your eye?" My 5 year old daughter Rayne asked. She's always been the one to notice the little things "Let's go inside babe and I'll explain everything." I told them getting myself up letting out a wince from my ribs being moved.

"What's going on momma?" Rayne asked. Jameson and her looking intensely at me. "I hate to do this to you babies but...we have have to leave. There is a lot about your dad that you don't know and momma feels that this isn't a safe place for you anymore. So we're going to go on a little roadtrip." I told them holding back tears and trying to make this 'little roadtrip' fun. "Where we going?" Jameson asked. "Where do you guys wanna go?" "Let's go see Aunt Brit!" Rayne said excitedly. "Yeah, I miss her and we havent seen her since she lived in Georgia and thats been like 2 years ago." Jameson replied giving me puppy dog eyes. "Well I guess I could give her a call and shee where she living now and if she'd be up for some company for a while." I told the kids. "Yayyy!" The kids high fived and celebrated with each other. "Okay, Now I already packed your clothes so go grab whatever else you want to bring and put it in the duffle bag that's laying on top of your beds. And remember we wont be coming back here for a very long time so get the stuff you absolutely cant live without. While you guys do that I'll call Aunt Brit." I told them and they scurried up the stairs.

Setting at the bottom of the stairs I dialed Britni's number. After three rings I get an answer. "Hello" Brit greets me. "Hey B how ya been?" I asked almost on the brink of tears. Britni and I haven't talk for a couple years ever since she found out about me knowing that Johnny was cheating on me and using drugs to her I was a fucking idiot and derserved better and she wasn't going to sit around and watch it happen. Good thing she didn't know about the occasional beatings. "Annie?! That you?" She asks halfing yelling. "Yeah it's me, this a bad time?" I ask. "Absolutely not! Let me step out of the garage so I can hear ya better. So what's up? How's the kids?" "They're good. But I do have a favor to ask." I tell her getting straight to the point. "Sure, anything for you and those babies!" She told me. "I'm leaving Johnny and I have no where to go." I muttered out feeling ashamed that it's took this long for me to leave. "Baby girl you know you and those kiddos always have a place with me. I'm just glad you finally left that basturd! I'm working at a garage out in Cali and got a two bedroom apartment just around the corner from the shop. You come on out babygirl I got you!" She told me which brought a smile to my face. Knowing that someone that isn't even related to me could be there for me at the drop of a hat. But then again she always has been since kindergarten. " Thank you so much. You don't even know how thankful I am!" I told her. "Shut your mouth bitch and get your ass out here I miss you and the squrits!" Britni said chuckling. "As soon as they come down from packing toys I'll be on the road! We miss you too something fierce." I told her hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. "Okay, I'll text you the address to the shop cause I'm here 75% of the time." She said inhaling sharply. I figured she was taking a smoke break while talking to me. "Awesome love you babe see you soon!" I told her standing up and turning around to see the kids standing there holding their backpacks ready to go. "Love you to babe. I gotta get back to work keep checking in through." She told me sternly. "Promise." I told her and we ended the call.

"Well babes it sounds like we're heading to California!" I told the kids laughing seeing their jaws drop. They've never been further than Georgia and that was the last trip we took. "That's clear across the country!" Jameson explained. "It sure is baby we have a very long trip ahead of us." I told them walking towards the garage. Coming from West Virginia to California was about a 40 hour drive with no stopping. "Alrighty do you have everything you need or want?" I asked one last time before we got settled in the car to start our journey. "Yepp we got everything momma." Rayne answered. "Let's get buckled in then and get going."

By now it was already 5 o'clock and we haven't even left the county. I figured we better stop and fill up with gas and get some snacks and about 10 ice coffees if I was going to drive through the night. By the time we got back on the road I received a text from Brit with the address of the auto shop she was working. Brit may be a bit ditzy but there was one thing that bitch was good at an that was fixing cars. She had the life that I had always wanted. Getting to travel all over, not being tied down, now don't get me wrong I love my kids to death and would go to war for them but it was never in my agenda to have two kids and an a steady boyfriend at 25 but there I was watching my best friend living the life I had always wanted.

After about the fifth hour of being on the road the kids was fast asleep and that gave me time to drown in my thought. Was I really doing this? Where the hell had I grew the balls to leave? I'm on my own rasing two kids. I'm going to be alone forever, no man in his right mind will ever want a plus size single mom with baggage. I mean I'm not huge at least I don't think so but after having two kids and a love for some good food I'm about a good 16,18 jeans of course my big ol' ass and hips takes up most of the room. And if I do say so myself I've got a pretty nice full rack, and have two full sleeves of tattoos which I've always got compliments on. That and my long black hair with my olive complexion is what first attracted Johnny to me. Wait fuck Johnny dont think about that prick. After that thought is when I turned on my favorite station and started to drown out my thoughts.

Stevie Nicks' voice filled the vehicle and pushed all the negitive thoughts out of my head making me focus on her voice and the road. After another 3 hours of driving I decided it was probably a good idea to stop and get a hotel room for the rest of the night.

Pulling into the rundown motel parking lot, I looked back at my two sleeping kids and thanked the lord of giving me such wonderful blessings even though their dad was a dick, they was perfect. Getting out of the car I opened Jameson's door first and gentley nudged him awake. "Wake up baby." I whispered. "Mommy where are we?" Rayne asked waking up rubbing her eyes along with Jameson. "We're at a motel somewhere in Missouri." I told them unbuckling Jameson then moving to Rayne. None of us slept well in that shitty motel but it was better than nothing. The next morning around 10 we got back on the road. I drove for about 12 hours straight that day and only pulling over at a truck stop to sleep. It wasn't that I was really watching my money since I had been saving all of my tips from the salon for the last 12 months for this trip and working at one of the best salons in three county I made bank. It was the fact that I couldn't sleep in hotels, everytime I would fall asleep I would wake back up thinking that Johnny had found us. Not that he would come for me but he'd come for the kids. This driving for 8 sleeping for 8 had become a routine for us for the last couple of days. And was working pretty well.

After four days of driving and sleeping at trucks stops we was finally in Navada. "Alright kids, you can get unbuckled let's go in and get some snacks!" I told them as I got out. Walking in the the gas station I noticed about four bikes on the opposite side of the gas pump's and smiled it had been so long since I'd been on the back of a bike.

"Okay, now you can get whatever you want but remember you have to eat good food before your candy." I told the kids. As they went picking out their snacks I grab a bottle of water and a blue powerade. When I gathered the kids up I noticed two of the bikers were standing in front of us in line. 'Sons of Anarchy' I thought to myself taking in the kutte. Hearing a Scottish accent they drew my interest more, making me think of Brit she was always a sucker for a man with an accent especially a Scottish one. I watched as the men payed for their gas and cigarettes and walked back out to their bike.

Putting our stuff on the counter for the cashier to ring up and prepaying for gas I handed her cash and picked up our bag.

I got the kids settled into their seat and the snacks passed out then I went to pumping gas still kind of being to nosy for my own good. I couldn't help it though there was something about those bikers that drew me in. As I was eavesdropping I heard the sexiest voice I have EVER heard. Peaking over the pump to see where that husky voice was coming from I looked into the darkest eyes I've ever seen and from that moment on I was hooked. All I got was a subtle wink and I was weak in the knees. I finished pumping and got back into the car and immediately called Brit to tell her about this dark eyed mystery man.

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"Talk to me. " Brit answered after the third ring. "Holy Shit I think I'm in love!" I said with a smile on my face. "What the fuck are you talking about? You smoking again?" She asked full out laughing. "Bitch this ain't funny I'm dead serious! We locked eyes over the gas pump, his eyes were so dark it was like he was looking straight to my soul!" I told her with excitement. Good thing the kids had their headphones on so they couldn't hear me gushing about this mystery man. "Chick you really are sex deprived aren't you." She replied to the statement. "Yes but thats beside the point, Im fucking serious. Plus he was with a MC, had Sons of Anarchy on his kutte, along with the other three that was with him. And his friend had an Scottish accent so I can bang dark eyes you bang the scot!" I said acting like we was in highschool again making a plan on how to bang these random guys we didnt even know. All I heard on the other like was Holy Shit and Britni laughing hysterically. "Whats so funny bitch?" I asked "Was you in Navada when you seen these guys?" She asked me. "Yeah why?" I replied confused as to how she knew that. "You'll see when you get here horndog." She said laughing and then hung up. I looked at my phone disgusted. What the fuck was this bitch talking about? Now not only can I not get this mystery man out of my head but now Im thinking about what I'll have awaiting me when we get there.

- In Charming

Brit's POV

Hanging up with Annie all I could do was laugh, Bitch had no idea what she was walking into. As I was walking across the lot from the garage to the clubhouse the guys that we had just been talking about pulled in. "Hey baby how was the run?" I asked my ol' man leaning in for a kiss. " Good as can be expected lovey." He answered in that deep Scottish accent I love oh so much. "Whats goin' on here?" He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulders and leading me into the clubhouse. "Well...there is something I need to talk to you all about." I said sweetly. "What did ye do know lovey?" He asked taking the shot of whiskey the prospect gave him. "You remember me talking about my best friend Annie and her kids? And how her kids sperm donor is a piece of shit and beats on her and is a druggie piece of shit?" I asked getting angry and clenching my teeth just thinking about what all he's done to her. "Easy there darlin' might blow a fuse." Tig joked. "I just hate his fucking guts. She deserves so much better." I told them. "Okay well what about her?" Chibs asked trying to get me back on track. "Well she finally left him and she'll be here." I was telling him before my phone interrupted me. "Well actually she's here now." I said with a little chuckle. "Listen don't worry she knows how this life works, we grew up in my Uncle's clubhouse so she knows the part and let me tell ya she plays it way better than me." I said laughing. "Well fellas I guess lets go meet the lass." Chibs said as Happy and Tig followed us out to the lot curious to see whonthis Annie was.

ANNIE'S POV

I pulled into the lot and it was stepping back in time. It reminded me so much of Uncle Tommy's clubhouse. "Alright darlings we're here." I said letting out a breath I didnt realize I was holding. "Mommy why are we here?" Jameson asked. "This is where Aunt Brit works. We have to meet her here first then we'll follow her to her house." I explained to both of them. While the kids were getting unbuckled I quickly checked my hair and put on some mascara and chapstick. I took one more quick glance in the mirror and saw Britni followed by three guys making their way toward us. I decided it was time to get out, as I got out I pulled the distressed demin shorts down a little in the front so they wouldnt look so short and pulled my shirt up a little so I wasn't showing so much cleavage. "Bitch!!" I heard as I was opening the back door for the kids to get out. I automatically got a huge grin as soon as I heard her voice I had been to damn long since I had seen my best friend. I turned around and immediately stopped when I seen him. It was him dark eyes from the gas station! I was frozen. My heart was pounding out of my chest! As I stood standing there like an idiot the kids took off running to Britni.

"Hey kiddos! You've gotten so big look at you!" Britni said talking a good look at them.

"I'm seven now Aunt Brit!" Jameson told her a little cocky. "Well you're almost a man!" Brit said with a slight chuckle. When I heard her laugh I snapped out of my trance and started paying attention to the exchanges between my children and the Aunt they haven't seen in years. "And look at you babygirl I can't believe how beautiful you are! I'm so glad you took after your mother and not your ugly ass daddy." She said laughing and looked at me. I just rolled my eyes and laughed. Why don't you kids go play over on the swing set while me and your momma talk?" Britni said looking at them. "Can we momma?" Rayne asked. "Go on." I said smiling and kissing both of them on top of the head before they took off running for the pay ground.

"How was the trip?" She asked pulling out a cigarette and handing it to me with a look knowing that I needed one. "It was good the kids were great. They're actually excited about starting over." I remarked taking a hit of the Marlboro red. "So you gonna introduce us to this beautiful women or what?" Tig said looking me up and down. "Shut up Tig you pervet fuck!" She told him. I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Annie this is my ol'man Filipe or Chibs as most people know him by." She said with a smile plastered to her face. "Nice to meet you!" I said as I studied him a little better, then my eyes went wide! He's P the guy with the accent I thought to myself. " Aye, nice to meet ya lass I've heard lots about ya and thee rugrats." He said with a smile shaking my hand. Yepp that's confirmed, I thought to myself. "That pervet there is Tig." "Nice to meet ya doll." Tig said as he grabbed my hand and kissed it. Dark eyes just rolled his eyes at Tigs gesture. "And that's Happy the grouchy fuck." She said and looked at me with a shit eatting grin on her face. My heart stopped. I could not believe that he was here she knew exactly who I was gushing about! That bitch. "Hi." I said shyly. All I got was a head nood but that was good enough for me.

#sons of anarchy #happy lowman #chibs telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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alexandrasirowy · 7 years ago

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Post Title: YA Scavenger Hunt

Welcome to this October's YA Scavenger Hunt! Hi, I'm Alexandra Sirowy, author of the YA thrillers THE CREEPING, THE TELLING, and the just released FIRST WE WERE IV. I'm excited to be hosting special content from author Clara Kensie. At this hunt, you not only get access to content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize--one lucky winner will receive a book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 120 hours, until Sunday, October 8th!

There are SEVEN contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PURPLE TEAM! If you'd like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE

Directions: Below, you'll notice that I've included a hidden number (hint: not so hidden). Collect the numbers of all the authors on the PURPLE TEAM, and then add them up.

Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Sunday, October 8th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

SCAVENGER HUNT POST

Okay, on to the good stuff! I'm hosting Clara Kensie for the YA Scavenger Hunt! Clara Kensie grew up near Chicago, reading every book she could find and using her diary to write stories about a girl with psychic powers who solved mysteries. She purposely did not hide her diary, hoping someone would read it and assume she was writing about herself. Since then, she’s swapped her diary for a computer and admits her characters are fictional, but otherwise she hasn’t changed one bit.

Today Clara is an award-winning author of dark fiction for young adults. Her debut, the super-romantic psychic thriller Deception So series, was named an RT Book Review Editors Pick for Best Books of 2014, and Deception So Book One: Deception So Deadly is the winner of the prestigious 2015 RITA© Award for Best First Book. A little about Clara’s book DECEPTION SO DEADLY!

"Winner of Romance Writers of America's RITA© Award for Best First Book RUN.

It’s all sixteen-year-old Tessa Carson has ever known. Hunted by a telepathic killer, Tessa and her family have fled home after home, hiding behind aliases to survive. Her scars are more than just physical, and as the only one in her family without a psychic ability, she lives a life of secrets, lies, and fear. After the Carsons flee to a new hideout and take on new identities yet again, Tessa meets confident, carefree Tristan Walker. Their attraction burns fierce, but she runs from him too, knowing their love can never be true when she can’t even tell him her real name.

But Tristan has secrets as well—secrets that will either save Tessa, or destroy her. The only way Tessa can save her family—and uncover the real reason they’ve been hunted all these years—is to forget everything she’s learned from a lifetime of running away, and run straight into danger head-on."

Find out more by visiting Clara's website here!

Clara's EXCLUSIVE CONTENT

How a Bullet List Inspired the Award-Winning Deception So Series and Changed My Life!

My Deception So series is a super-romantic YA thriller about a psychic family on the run from a deadly past, and a first love that will transcend secrets, lies, and danger. The first book in the series, Deception So Deadly, is the winner of the RITA© Award for Best First Book. But I never set out to write an award-winning book. In fact, I never set out to be an author at all! Here’s how the series, and my career, came to be:

If you’re reading this and participating in the Young Adult Scavenger Hunt, you’re probably a huge reader. Me too. I even did YASH as a reader before I participated as an author! I’ve always loved reading. Some characters I love so much that I never want their book to end. I’m never ready to say goodbye to them. (Seriously, JK Rowling could write a thousand-page book entirely about Luna Lovegood going grocery shopping, and I’d read it.) A few years ago, I realized that the only way that I’d never have to say goodbye to books I love would be to write them myself. I could develop characters I love, and write and write and write their stories. I could then spend years with my characters, instead of just a few days. A perfect plan, right?

Excited by the idea that I could spend years with beloved characters of my own, I sat at my computer and made a bullet list of all of my favorite elements to include in the book:

Young adult Psychic powers Realistic heroine - not perfect, but relatable Devoted hero - mysterious and hot Sweet, knock-your-socks-off romance Dark plot – Danger – Scary villain Huge, never-saw-it-coming plot twists

I had a vague idea that it would be cool if the characters had secret identities. And that’s as far as it went. I was stuck.

A few weeks later on a cloudy November day, I was pulling out of a parking spot at the store when I was hit with a series of “what ifs:”

What if there was a teenage girl who was the only member of her family who didn’t have a psychic power?

And what if they moved from place to place, taking on new identities at each new hideout, because they were being hunted by a killer—and that killer had psychic powers too?

And what if that girl met a boy who was hiding some shocking secrets of his own…

It went on from there. I went home and wrote the story in a whirlwind of inspiration, being sure to include my bulleted list of favorite elements. That story became Deception So Deadly, and holy cow, it won a RITA© Award, one of the most prestigious awards in the industry! I loved the Deception So characters so much that I gave them a sequel, Deception So Dark. Now I’m writing the third book in the series, Deception So Dangerous. If I’m still having fun after that, I’ll continue the series with even more Deception So books. I’m thrilled that readers love these books as much as I do. Best of all, I’ve been able to spend years and years with the characters I love. I’ll never have to say goodbye to them.

Want a sneak peek of the book that started it all? Read the first page of Deception So Book One: Deception So Deadly by Clara Kensie

My cell phone rang, loud and shrill, shattering the classroom’s silence. He found us. He was coming.

The teacher scowled, reaching out her puffy hand to confiscate my phone as I slid it open and held it to my ear. Answer on the first ring—that was the rule.

One word, my mother’s panicked command: “Run.”

With trembling hands, I swept my American History notebook into my bag. Leave nothing personal behind—that was another rule.

Every second, he was getting closer. I stumbled toward the door.

“Maddie, where are you going?” Mrs. Landon demanded, then her voice softened. “Is something wrong?”

I rushed past her and out of the classroom, my breath coming in stuttery little gasps. Dennis Connelly was coming. How did he find us again?

I raced to my locker—the combination, what’s the combination?—and cleaned it out, stuffing everything into my bag. Flew down the stairs. Dashed down the hall, almost colliding with a girl carrying an armful of books. Sprinted past the office, reached the exit—

“Hey!” A security guard, belly hanging over his belt, grabbed my arm. “Where’s your pass?”

My brother darted over, lugging his book bag and saxophone. “Let her go,” he said, his calm and firm tone betrayed by the terror in his eyes. He pulled me away, and when I stumbled, he pushed me out the door. “Tessa, run!”

We were in public, but Logan used my real name. We no longer needed our aliases.

I glanced behind me. “Where’s Jillian?”

The doors burst open and our sister shot outside, her blond hair flying behind her like a shiny cape.

Its engine running, our getaway car waited in the pickup lane with our dad holding the back door open. We ran and dove in. Dad jumped in the passenger seat, slamming his door closed as Mom stomped on the gas pedal and sped us away.

********************** I hope you enjoyed reading the first page and learning how the Deception So series (and my career as an author!) was inspired by my bullet list of favorite book elements.

What are your favorite elements of a book? List them in the comments!

Thanks so much, Clara, for giving us a glimpse at your book! You can get your hands on Clara's book here! And thank you to all you hunters playing along.

Remember, in order to enter to win a prize pack of team purple's books, including my YA dark thriller THE CREEPING, you need to find the hidden number on each post. My third book FIRST WE WERE IV came out this year and it’s my favorite yet. Secret societies, friendship, romance, a small town mystery, and events spiraling out of control. It made this year – 2017 – one of my best yet (psst, 17 is my hidden number!). Add up all the hidden numbers of the authors on the purple team and you'll have the secret code to enter for the prize!

CONTINUE THE HUNT

To keep going on your quest, check out Aleah Raynes's blog post here!

I'm also giving away a copy of my most recent YA thriller FIRST WE WERE IV - open internationally!FWWIV is about four best friends who invent a secret society that ratchets out of control and ultimately costs one of the friends their life. To enter to win a copy, all you need to do is to take the IV challenge. Comment on this post or tweet me @AlexandraSirowy using #YASH and #FIRSTWEWEREIV with your favorite four spooky books, your favorite literary foursomes, or your favorite four secretive/shady fictional characters. I'll announce the winner in the comments below and on the YA Scavenger Hunt's site at the end of the hunt! Good luck and happy hunting!!

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jude-devine · 6 years ago

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Heavy Lifting | Amelia & Jude

Jude, objectively speaking, was a talented individual. His unnaturally long life had allowed him the time to develop an impressive laundry list of skills that were of use in both the supernatural and mundane worlds, but sometimes his most appealing features were the things completely beyond his control. Sometimes, all his knowledge and all his experience took a backseat to the fact that he was a six-foot-three man with a strong back, and new as he was to Rayne’s organization he could hardly complain that the woman had put him to work on moving day.

It was two days after meeting the notorious Ms. Travers in her Chicago penthouse office - two nights, to be more exact, and he’d thus far spent very little time in his new employer’s company. Of course, Rayne had gotten by just fine without him up to this point. She certainly didn’t require his assistance now, but it was nevertheless it was a bit strange to a thrall so accustomed to coordinating every little detail to sit back and wait to be summoned. He’d already recovered from his worst hangover in decades, and was truthfully glad to finally hear his phone ring.

His mission for the evening was a humble one, it would seem, and ought to be well within his capabilities. Ms. Amelia Blake, the young vampiress he’d briefly met the evening prior, was packing up her office at the library and could use help with all the boxes. Jude arrived dressed for the task at hand, his attire pared down quite a bit from the night prior. In place of the suit and tie was a dark blue button-up with rolled up sleeves, off-black chinos, and a trusty pair of brown ankle-height boots. His Audi was parked in the lot outside, its trunk empty and available if needed.

The library would be closing soon, but Jude didn’t assume that would be an issue given the circumstances. The elderly librarian he spoke to already knew of Amelia’s pending departure, and helpfully directed him to her desk, which he found buried beneath books, files, and personal effects. Tilting his head, he endeavored to peer around the (wo)manmade mountain, looking for the small vampiress he’d met before. “Ms. Blake?” he announced himself, curiously, “Rayne sent me to help... you...” He sincerely hoped she’d called ahead.

@msameliablake

#Heavy Lifting #Amelia Blake #Jude Devine

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travelingtheusa · 7 years ago

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LOUISIANA

9 Nov 2017 (Thu) – We went into Baton Rouge today. When we were here in April of last year, it was Good Friday and everything was closed. First stop was at the State Capitol Building. We took the elevator to the 24th floor and were able to look out over the area from the observation tower. You could see refineries wherever you looked. There was also the Huey P. Long Bridge, first bridge built to span the lower Mississippi River.

We then took the elevator down to the second floor. There was a school group going through the building at the same time and they were noisy and in the way. We tried to navigate around them. There was the Senate and the House with their desks and accoutrements. In the Senate Chamber, there was a light on one panel in the ceiling. An explosion caused by a bomb splintered a desk and a piece shot up into the ceiling. It is still embedded in the ceiling.

We went down to the first floor. It was there that Huey P. Long, Governor of Louisiana, was shot by an assassin. He died two days later. There was some beautiful stained glass around the doors. We didn’t notice it coming into the building but admired it on the way out.

We then walked over to Capitol Park Museum. It was all about Louisiana – its founding, culture, and governance. There was also a school group touring that museum, too. It was very interesting.

We walked back to the parking garage and stopped at Another Broken Egg to get lunch before retrieving the truck. We drove five blocks over to the Old State Capitol and parked in another parking lot. We should have parked here first. It was $7 for 8 hours. The garage was $8 for 4 hours.

The Old State Capitol building was constructed like a castle. It was burned by federal troops during the Civil War in 1862. Twenty years later it was renovated and reopened. Later, the capitol was moved to the new building and the old building was left to deteriorate. It was picked up by a historical group that returned it to its former grandeur. The stained glass ceiling was breathtaking, as was the floating staircase. They had a remarkable video presentation about the history of the building. It was done by someone who worked for Disney and the quality was outstanding. They had a Gratitude Car out front. That was very appropriate.

When we were done exploring the old state capitol, we walked across the street to tour the U.S.S. Kidd. Unfortunately, the attraction was closed. We walked back to the truck and returned home.

8 Nov 2017 (Wed) – We left Westwego at 9:30 a.m. The weather was mostly clear with minor sprinkles once in a while. I am surprised with how many oil refineries there are in Louisiana. I would have expected to see them in Texas, but the skyline has many huge refineries pumping out smoke.

We arrived at the Cajun Country RV Park in Port Allen just outside Baton Rouge at 1:00 p.m. The sign had the words “RV Park” blacked out. It is apparent this is a campground primarily devoted to long-term residents. I think there is only one site put aside for over-nighters (that’s what they called us). We’re here for two nights. We have full hookups and (FINALLY) we have great WiFi. The data plan on our jet pack expired a week ago so we have been limping along with the limited options on my cell phone. Our plan reset today so we are back in business (so to speak).

After check in, we drove to Zachary to visit with Frieda (our sister-in-law). Her sister, Ingrid, and Ingrid’s granddaughter, Harper, were visiting as well. We had a delightful lunch where Frieda prepared a very filling meal. Ingrid and Harper left later on and we stayed to chat with Frieda. It was a most delightful visit.

7 Nov 2017 (Tue) – We drove to River Road to visit some of the plantations today. First stop was at Destrehan Planation. It had been built in the late 1700s and was run by a Frenchman with about 200 slaves. It passed through the family until it was sold to Amoco Oil in 1954. They used the mansion for a keeper’s house, then later for a club house. They abandoned it and the house fell into disrepair as vandals slowly destroyed it. Eventually, a historic group got the house and restored it. The docent was a pleasant young man who recounted the history of the family in a very interesting way.

Next stop was four miles down the road at the Ormond Plantation for lunch. I had lemonfish and shrimp, and Paul had a fried chicken dish with the most delightful sauce. After lunch, we drove an hour to the San Francisco Plantation. It was another extravagant home with a history of family ownership and sales to different owners. It is currently owned by Marathon, an oil company. Guess they decided to make money off the tourists. Behind the plantation is a huge complex of oil refineries. It looks like something from off-world.

We got back to the campground at 5:15 p.m. We quickly fed the animals, walked Bonnie, and changed clothes before taking off for New Orleans to join our nephew, Ric, and his family for dinner at EAT. Parking and traffic was a bear. There were tourists everywhere (doesn’t anyone work and go to school any more?). There were seven full size buses lined up taking on passengers. Where were they going at that time of night? We wound up parked five blocks away from the restaurant. The dinner and the company was very enjoyable.

6 Nov 2017 (Mon-Paul’s birthday) – We drove to New Orleans to the Navy Federal Credit Union. Mike and I went in to change over the financial records for the Nomads. Paul and Cheryl sat out in the car. The representative who work with us was nice but oh, so, sloooow. We were in the bank for well over an hour. We took the previous president and treasurer off the account and put Mike and me on. We entered our contact information and made a deposit. They had a special offer to open a 1-year CD at 3% so I moved money from savings to a CD.

The four of us went into the French Quarter. We enjoyed beignets and café au lait at Café Du Monde. For lunch, we ate at the Central Grocery. They claimed to sell the “original muffaletta.” It was a sandwich made on Italian bread with salami, cheese, and olive salad. The sandwich was huge! They cut the full sandwich in quarters and a half-sandwich in half. We both bought half-sandwiches.

After lunch, we walked around Jackson Square admiring all the paintings and drawings by local artists. There were several homeless people around the area begging for money. One guy cursed at me when I told him direct deposit and ATM cards mean nobody has cash anymore. I behaved in a very unchristian way and flipped him the bird. Another character tried to challenge Paul. The street beggars were pretty bold and there were a lot of them.

There was also a beautiful minor basilica in Jackson Square. Cheryl and I went in to admire it. The guys stood on the corner waiting for us to come out. Bah, humbug.

After dinner, we played cards. Mike & Cheryl came over and taught us how to play double pinochle. We used to play pinochle years ago so we needed a refresher. Double pinochle was significantly different both in the number of cards you get and in the play strategy. Additionally, the scoring is different. It was fun but a little frustrating.

5 Nov 2017 (Sun) – We drove to the mall today to look for shoes. We did not find what we wanted in any of the stores we poked around. Paul picked up some items at Home Depot. After we got back to the campground, Paul got our DISH satellite working. I spent about a half hour on the phone getting our DISH account set up. It is nice to have access to the channels that broadcast our favorite shows. Maybe we can get back on schedule.

We went to Copelands for lunch. They make the BEST red beans and rice. We bought more beans and rice to take home. For dinner, we had leftovers. Mike and Cheryl arrived from Rayne. We enjoyed a pleasant campfire until the mosquitoes came out. They were eating us alive despite the bug spray we put on. We had to call it an early night.

4 Nov 2017 (Sat) – Everyone bid one another farewell and departed for their various destinations. Mike & Cheryl were staying one more day in Breaux Bridge so they could go to a music festival somewhere. We left at 9:45 a.m. and headed off towards New Orleans. I am amazed at how wet this state is. We googled Siri to find out which state is the wettest and Louisiana is second after Florida (which is weird since it bills itself as the “Sunshine State”). We drove for miles and miles on elevated roadways over swamps and lakes and rivers. And wherever there was dry land, there was a truck parked and somebody fishing. These folks must eat a lot of fish.

We arrived in Westwego at the Bayou Segnette State Park at 12:30 p.m. It looks like this was a state park at first, then they added the campground. There was nowhere to pull over and park while checking in at the office. I had made reservations online so we drove straight to our campsite. The confirmation said we were assigned to campsite C1055. There was no 1055. We did find a space #55 so we pulled in there. I called the office to confirm we were in the right place and the lady chided us for not stopping in the office (typical state worker – couldn’t see the problem for want of the rules). We set up then drove back to the office to check in.

The campground is right next to the Mississippi River. There is a huge flood wall between the river and campground. We drove to the other side to take a look at the cabins. It was pretty neat! The cabins are floating on the water connected only by a walkway from the cabin deck to the shore. There are 16 cabins and they are on poles that allow them to rise and fall with the river height. Each one had a fish station right on the deck. The cabins were pretty large, too.

I spent a good deal of the day getting the Nomads paperwork and records in order.

3 Nov 2017 (Fri) – We spent the day hanging around the campground. A few of us got together to play Murbles. It is a lot like bocce ball, except the balls are a lighter weight plastic. A team of two each get three balls. There is one white ball. Someone throws the white ball out then you take turns throwing your ball at the white ball trying to get as close to it as possible. The person with the closest balls to the target wins a point for each ball. Ten points is a game. It was fun, especially when Paul started throwing the white ball in hard-to-get-at places (like under the picnic table).

At 4 p.m. we all drove to Buck & Johnny’s, an “eclectic and Italian restaurant with a Cajun flair.” The menu had some different items on it. We ordered appetizers all around and after an hour, placed our dinner orders. Everyone seemed to be happy with their meal. The building was an old converted garage. There are oil cans light fixtures, a corrugated tin ceiling, old tin signage and lots of brick on the walls. At 6:30 p.m. a guitarist began playing. The acoustics were poor and you couldn’t really hear what he was saying. They also offer a Zydeco breakfast on Saturday mornings. Sounds like fun.

The place was opened by two friends – Buck & Johnny. One of them passed away but the other partner still keeps his name on the restaurant. The guy who died was a former Army ranger. He had a collection of challenge coins that were on display in the corner. In addition, there were certificates and flags from his career in the military. All of us veterans were duly impressed.

2 Nov 2017 (Thu) – They broke records for rainfall yesterday. Lafayette got over five inches of rain. Although we don’t have many puddles around the campground, the ponds and creeks are visibly fuller. It was amazing that it could rain so hard and so long and not flood us out.

Paul took the truck into the Ford dealer this morning and I continued working on the caravan data. When he got back, I cooked breakfast with some leftover food. It probably could have tasted better. It’s been a while since I cooked bacon and eggs.

Later, we drove into town to pick up a few things. Paul got more coaxial cable to hook the satellite dish up with. We stopped in Winn Dixie to pick up a few things and spent more than I expected. We also stopped at WalMart where I picked up some binders and dividers for the caravan information we are collecting/preparing. We stopped at Poche’s Market for lunch. There was so much food that we brought the leftovers back for at least two dinners. I also bought some cracklins.

At 3:45 p.m. we walked to the club house for happy hour. We were first to arrive. I made broccoli cheddar bites (tater tots but only with broccoli rather than potatoes). Thirteen of us enjoyed the social meeting which lasted until 6:00 p.m. We returned to the camper where I reheated our leftovers from lunch. We sat and enjoyed the good reception on the TV now that Paul has the satellite hooked up. Maybe we can catch up on some of our favorite shows.

1 Nov 2017 (Wed) – Tom & Sandy called this morning and we talked for half an hour about the caravan. Paul took the truck to a Ford dealer. The CHECK ENGINE light came on yesterday so he wanted to get that looked at. I stayed home and spent the morning investigating the resources for our 2019 caravan. I called four visitor centers in Utah to check on events and activities that might be happening while we’re there. The Iron Man Marathon will be taking place in St. George during the first weekend of May so we’ll be sure to avoid being there at that time. I learned some very interesting things and am enjoying the project of planning this caravan very much. It’s going to be lots of fun!

Paul returned without getting the truck repaired. The two dealerships he went to were too busy to do anything today. One offered to look at the truck tomorrow. He will bring it back.

At 4:03 p.m. we got a call from Mike, President of the Nomads. He reminded me that we have happy hour at 4:00 p.m. every day. So we pulled on our rain coats (it poured all day long) and walked down to the social area. A few members of the group left today. The group of us that were left visited for an hour. The phone kept pinging with alerts for flooding in the area. I don’t know where all that rain kept coming from.

31 Oct 2017 (Tue – Halloween) – No one came trick or treating today. I missed the costumes and giggling children. The rest of the group went on a swamp tour today. We didn’t go since we have already done one of those before. We drove to Dillard’s to do some shopping. We walked around a shopping mall for a couple of hours and bought a few things. We stopped at Wendy’s for lunch then drove to Camping World. Paul picked up a coaxial cable for the satellite. We then stopped at WalMart where Paul was able to get a 90 degree connection for the cable.

I had wanted to make a special dish for the Attitude Adjustment Hour back at camp but we returned too late for me to make the broccoli cheddar tots. So we brought our usual Cajun crackers that we have been bringing to all the social hours.

Happy hour took place from 4 to 4:30 p.m. That was followed by a chapter meeting where I was voted in as the new secretary-treasurer for the Nomads. Then we shared a potluck dinner with each other. I made a blueberry dump cake which was nearly all consumed. It always feels good when something you bring gets fully eaten. It means everyone liked it.

30 Oct 2017 (Mon) – Today was the end of the National Muster. Everyone packed up, said their goodbyes, and went on their ways. We went to City Hall to pick up the mail we had forwarded. The clerk couldn’t find anything and suggested we go to the post office to see if they had the mail there. We drove to the post office where the clerk had two envelopes for us. They didn’t deliver it because they knew it didn’t belong to the employees there. Even though City Hall put out the address and offered to accept forwarded mail for persons attending the SMART muster, the post office decided to hold the mail. I thought they were required to deliver it to the address on the envelope, no matter what. Boy, the rules sure change as you go around the country.

We left Rayne at 9:45 a.m. bound for Breaux Bridge, 21 miles east. Unfortunately, there was an accident on I-10 and the highway was closed. We had to take backroads (that’s always fun in an oversized vehicle) and didn’t arrive at Poches (pronounced POH-SHAYS) RV Park at 11:30 a.m. About 18 members of the SMART Nomads chapter are here. We will be having a meeting tomorrow night where I will be formally installed as the secretary-treasurer.

At 3:00 p.m. we all formed a convoy and drove to Poor Boy’s Riverside Inn in Lafayette. What should have been a 20 or 30 minute ride took over an hour. I don’t think there’s a straight road in Louisiana except for I-10. We had a road closed because a bridge was out and that led to a merry ride. Finally, when we got there, it was a very nice restaurant. Paul and I both had lump crabmeat sautéed in butter. Scrumptious! The food was excellent although quite expensive. Our bill was $116. Ouch!

29 Oct 2017 (Sun) – We went to the catered breakfast today. It was basically the same old fare. There was a membership meeting at 10:30 a.m. I played a card game with Tom & Sandy at 1 p.m. It was interesting. You have a team of four (another friend of Tom & Sandy made up the fourth hand). Each member gets dealt 13 cards. You turn them up and when the game leader calls out your card, you remove it from your hand and put it in the center of the table. You play five hands and ante 25 cents for each hand. Each team brings their ante to the front where it is combined into one big pot. On the last hand, you ante the 25 cents then also put $1 into a kitty. The person who puts all their cards in the middle first wins the pot. I split a pot with two other guys winning $11.25 each.

At 5:00 p.m. we had the closing ceremonies. A group sitting next to us kept playing with their cell phones for the hour the ceremonies went on. The lady next to me was especially annoying, scrolling through facebook and passing the phone back and forth amidst comments and laughter. We had to shoosh them several times. When the ceremonies were over, I went over and chastised them for their rudeness. They defended themselves by saying they heard every word that was said. They couldn’t have with all the talking and laughing they were doing. In addition, we couldn’t hear because of their noise making.

Our catered dinner was served at six. It was stuffed chicken, green bean casserole, rice with some kind of meat in it (could have been ground beef), and a slice of fruit pie. After dinner, there were about a gazillion door prizes to be awarded. It was a long night.

28 Oct 2017 (Sat) – We ate the powdered eggs at the catered breakfast this morning. The caterer also provided sausage gravy and biscuits (which Paul enjoyed). There was a 2018 National Muster planning meeting at 9:00 a.m. I sat in on the meeting because I wanted to match names to faces and also find out what was planned for next year’s muster. Paul and Tom played murbles; a kind of bocce ball game but with lighter weight balls.

At 10:00 a.m. there was a seminar on caravans. The caravan wagon masters for 2018 (there were four) all stood up and described their trips. Then Tom got up and described our planned caravan for 2019. Another member, Carl, stood up and described his plan for a caravan up the west coast. He had been thinking about something with the National Parks but apparently we preempted him (you snooze, you lose).

At 1:00 p.m. we took the tour bus to activities in the area. There were three stops. The first was to a former Ford dealership in Crowley. Ford used to ship his cars by taking off the fenders and wheels, standing the cars on end in freight cars, and delivering them to Crowley. They were then taken to the dealership where they were reassembled and sold at the dealership. The dealership closed in the 1950s and other activities were housed in the building over the years.

Next stop was at the Germanfest Museum. The small town was settled by German immigrants and the curator described the family lines from 1867 forward. They also had sugar cookies made from a recipe brought from Germany over 150 years ago. They were very tasty.

Last stop was at Kelly’s Landing. This was fun by a farmer who grows rice and harvests crawfish. He described the process for growing both, then provided us with a delicious dinner of gumbo on rice with potato salad. For dessert, we were served peach cobbler. At 6:00 p.m. a Cajun musician came in and played an accordion style instrument for us. It was quite enjoyable.

We got back to the campground at 7:00 p.m. After feeding the animals and taking Bonnie for a walk, we went over to Tom & Sandy’s RV for coffee. Jim & Theda joined us and we had a lively evening telling stories of camping and traveling around the country.

27 Oct 2017 (Fri) – There was no breakfast this morning. Tom & Sandy and we had a talk with one of the representatives from National about the caravan we want to do. He reviewed our idea and gave some suggestions and pointers on running a caravan. He has been on and led several caravans himself.

At 11:30 a.m. there was a men’s luncheon in the pavilion and a ladies luncheon in the auditorium. Many of the ladies wore fancy hats (one had a gumball machine on her head) and we had all been asked to come in our “going-to-church” outfits (no shorts, tank tops or cut offs). There was a fashion show as well. About six of our members modeled clothes that were donated by Dillards. It was fun.

After lunch, we met with another member of SMART to discuss our caravan plans. Following that, we went to a Nomads meeting where Tom & Sandy joined the group and I volunteered to be the Secretary-Treasurer.

The skies opened up and the rain poured down. Tom ran back to camper to get the truck and then drove us all back. We ran in, fed the animals, then drove back to the auditorium for Attitude Adjustment Hour, a catered dinner, and entertainment by a comedian. She was very funny. They again handed out about 70 door prizes. It is amazing that they got so many prizes to give away. The board must have worked really hard to gather up so many items.

26 Oct 2017 (Thu) - We went to the catered breakfast this morning. We brought several throw rugs to give to the White Elephant Sale. That was a popular item! The breakfast was set up on a long table with plates on one end and another set of plates in the middle of the table. It was an awkward set up. People coming from the end of the table ended at the point where the second line was picking up their plates. People were getting all jammed up trying to pick up their plates with the people trying to get by with their food. The eggs tasted like they were powdered. The bacon was sliced so thin I could see through it. There were also grits and biscuits but I didn’t have any.

At noon, we joined Tom & Sandy, Jim & Theda, and their friends Willie and his wife, for a tour of the Bayou Rum Distillery in Iowa (a city in Louisiana, not the state). There was an introduction video then we walked into a small warehouse where they had vats and pipes. A guide described the process as none of the machines were running at the time. Afterward, we had a tasting of four different rums and wandered around the gift shop. That was followed by lunch at Boudreaux’s Cajun Trio.

At 4:00 p.m. Paul and I went to the First Timers meeting. The National President welcomed everyone then introduced the regional directors and chapter presidents. We were all encouraged to actively recruit new members.

At 5:00 p.m. there was Attitude Adjustment hour followed by a shrimp boil. There was SO much food! We all took leftovers back to our campers. During the dinner, Paul and Tom spoke with Phil (our wagon master on the Alaska caravan) about doing a caravan to the national parks in Utah. Phil had mentioned he was thinking about doing that so we wanted to make sure we weren’t stepping on his toes in following through on his original thought. He gave his blessing so now we are off to making plans for a new caravan to do in 2019. Tom & Sandy will be the wagon masters since they have already served as tail gunners on a caravan, and Paul and I will be the tail gunners. It will be fun!

25 Oct 2017 (Wed) – We did the laundry this morning. The laundromat was just a few blocks down the road. There was only one woman in the place. The washer was $2.00 and the dryer was $0.25 for six minutes. We put the laundry in and then went looking for propane. There was no place to get it in Rayne so we drove 15 miles down the interstate to Lafayette. AmeriGas had a sign on the fence saying they were not filling propane tanks today for some technical reason. We then drove back down the interstate one exit to an RV dealer. They filled our tank.

We returned to Rayne, dropped off the propane tank at the campground, then returned to the laundromat and moved the wash to the dryer. After it was done, we stopped at Gabe’s Cajun Shack for lunch. If you wanted something breaded and fried, that was the place to go. We both got fried chicken. It wasn’t bad.

The opening ceremonies were held at 4:00 p.m. There was an acapella group called the Sweet Adelines who entertained us with songs. There was the pledge of allegiance, the star spangled banner, and the MIA/POW table. There were introductions, announcements and the Mayor of Rayne was a guest speaker. Dinner followed then 70 door prizes were awarded. I won a basket of cookies, coffee and tea.

24 Oct 2017 (Tue) – We went on a food tour this morning. There were fourteen of us who carpooled to a pick up point, then waited for the tour bus to arrive at 10:00 a.m. Somehow the driver lost the keys to the bus and had to get someone to bring another key to her. She managed to work out the problem and arrived at our location at 10:40. She turned the bus over to our tour guide (who had been waiting with us) and we were off.

We stopped at a donut shop and had a kalache and halves of two donuts with coffee. Good start. Next stop was Nunu’s, a grocery store, where we got samples of boudin, cracklin, sausage, and chicken patty. Boudin (pronounced BOO-DEEN) is a mix of pork sausage and rice in a casing. You squeeze the casing and push the meat and rice mixture into your mouth. I bought a package of four boudin sausage links. Fezzo’s in Broussard was next on the schedule (we ate at the Fezzo’s in Crowley the other day). We were given a baked oyster and alligator kickers. I gave my oyster to Paul and ate half of the gator. It was better tasting than the fried alligator we ate at the frog festival a few years back. A café named Ton’s was the next stop. We had gumbo and potato salad to eat. You take a small amount of potato salad on your spoon then dip it in the gumbo. The mixture of the two is a delightful taste treat. A stop at BJ’s Sandwich Shop followed. We had a taste of a shrimp Po’ Boy that was exquisite. After the stop, the tour bus was trying to back out of the parking lot onto the busy street. I had been across the street taking a picture of the shop so I jumped behind the bus and stopped the traffic so our guide could back out. Finally, our last stop was at Papa T’s Café where we had the most delicious bread pudding.

We got back to the campground at 2:30 and at 4:00 we went to the Nomads social hour. We left at 5:00 to feed the animals then met Johnny & Linda, two friends we made on the Canadian Maritimes Caravan. We drove with them to Fezzo’s for dinner. Tom & Sandy and Jim & Theda (from the Alaska Caravan) joined us. The food was good and the company very pleasant.

23 Oct 2017 (Mon) – We drove to WalMart to pick up some Halloween cards and gifts. We also picked up a food processor. Since I am trying to stay away from all grains, I am following recipes that require grinding and pureeing foodstuff.

Next stop was at the post office to mail off the cards and gifts. Then we met Tom & Sandy at “3 Peas in a Pod.” When we first pulled in to the parking lot, it was raised eyebrows and “What the heck is this place?” There were old, broken gas pumps in front. The restaurant was in the converted gas station. It didn’t look like much from outside but the inside, although small, was very nicely decorated. There were about 8 tables and we were the only people in the place. The husband of one of the “P’s” took our order. He no sooner left to turn in our order when people started to arrive. Very soon, the restaurant was full and people were waiting for tables. Poor Larry was the only server and it seemed to take forever to get our food. It was good and we also got a military discount on the bill.

We went to the Nomads chapter meeting at 4 p.m. After the meeting, we had a potluck dinner. There were some very good things to eat, as well as some questionable things on the table. The company was fun.

I spoke with Miranda later tonight. She and her husband are experiencing serious financial problems and I tried to help her put together a working budget. Kenny needs to get a better paying job in order for them to be able to pay their bills. New York is a very expensive place to live. I hope we can help.

22 Oct 2017 (Sun) – We hunkered down inside the camper all morning with thunderstorms and heavy rain pouring down on the area. Sheba spent the time hiding in the closet. Registration was scheduled to take place today from 1:00 p.m. to 2:30 p.m. At 1:15 p.m. we rode over to register. There was a long line outside the door, meaning they were having some problems that were making the process drag. We decided to drive into town and come back when the line was gone.

Paul got fuel then we decided to drive to the place where we bought cracklins last time we were in Rayne. (Bonnie ate the cracklins we bought yesterday at the rice festival. As a result, she has diarrhea.) The man at Fontenot Slaughter House only had one bag of cracklins. He said he fries them up fresh every day but it being Sunday and with the rice festival in town, he didn’t make as much as usual. We bought the last bag and said we’d be back during the week. We tried to find the Savoy Music Center where we watched a Cajun jam session last time we were here but we ran out of time.

We hurried back to the campground. Registration was set to end at 2:30 p.m. We arrived at exactly 2:30 and found there was still a line. Not as long as before but still a line. At first, we were asked to come back tomorrow then we were allowed in. The registration process was very confusing. There were gift bags for registrants filled with brochures about the area and other various sundry items. After registration (where we paid for camping) we came to a station to confirm tours we signed up for (we will be taking two). Then we stood before the First Timers station. Because this is our first national muster, we are considered first timers. They rang a bell, everyone clapped, then we were given name tags branding us as first timers.

At 4:00 p.m. we went to the Nomads social hour. Apparently they had a chapter meeting which we were late for (again). We visited for a while, then returned to our camper. We walked Bonnie and enjoyed dinner. The rain stopped about 2:30 p.m. and the sunset was pretty. The weather is forecast to be sunny for the rest of the week.

21 Oct 2017 (Sat) – We drove into Crowley to meet up with Frieda and her sister and husband, Ingrid & George. It was the 81st International Rice Festival and a cousin of theirs had a John Deere tractor on display that belonged to their father. ��The cousin had found the tractor buried in the mud in back of the farm and restored it. It was displayed in a long row of old tractors, almost all of their engines running. It was quite noisy! There was also a corn husker machine, a kernel cutting machine, and a corn meal grinder. We walked down to the main thoroughfare and saw an endless row of food and vendor booths lined up on the boulevard. We couldn’t find any place to get food and sit down, so we drove to a seafood restaurant called Fezzo’s. The food was very good.

We returned to the campground after stopping at WalMart for groceries. At 4:30 p.m., we went to the Nomads social hour. It turned out to be a regular meeting that started at 4:00 p.m. Oops! We bought 50-50 tickets, signed up for a potluck dinner on Monday, and introduced ourselves (along with everyone else) to the group. We said hello to the Wagon Masters, Carl & Gwen, from our Maritimes Caravan. Carl and another member of the Nomads, Paul, are both running for second VP.

Later in the evening, the skies opened up and we got a heavy thunderstorm. Poor Sheba hid in the closet. The RV stayed dry. We enjoyed cheese, apples, and crackers for dinner. It’s nice to be retired and not worry about making proper meals for a family from time to time.

20 Oct 2017 (Fri) – It was a long ride today from Shreveport to Rayne. We arrived around 2:45 p.m. There were signs up directing everyone to the SMART National Muster. When we entered the park, a guy on a golf cart led us to our RV space. We had to back in along a long row of RVs. There is a pole every so many feet with six electrical and six water spigot hookups. There is also one sewer port to be shared as well. The rig next to us was having some kind of problem with the sewer. They got a maintenance guy from the park HQs to come work on the sewer port. He told them that they had been having a problem with that particular port. Disgusted, they decided to move to another spot so now we have nobody right next to us on the right side.

The RV Park has over 700 campsites spread out over a large grassy area. It is an ideal location for a large gathering of campers. Sandy (who is working the registration desk) said they have over 230 rigs registered to date. It promises to be a fun ten days.

After set up, we walked around the park and found friends from previous caravans. There was Phil & Nita, Wagon Masters from the Alaska Caravan. Scott & Evie and Jim & Theda from the same trip. We walked over to the area where the NOMADS were having happy hour. When we joined SMART, we also joined some local chapters – The Texans, The Nomads, and The Full-Timers. The Full-Timers and the Nomads were co-joined into one group. We have never attended any of the rallies or musters of any of the groups before this so we are considered first- timers even though we have been members of SMART for four years.

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I Need Fire (Part 9)

Gif by @looks--that--kill

Authors Note: Our lovebirds are back together and it’s Chrismas time! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I really enjoyed writing it! Your feedback is always welcome, I’m like tinker bell feedback gives me life haha!! Word Count: 6,097 Warnings: candy floss fluff, sex talk (but not graphic) Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic If you’d like to be added please let me know! Previous Chapter Master List

Chapter 9

The next day Rayne stood outside the studio where she said goodbye to Tommy almost a month ago. The weather still hadn’t warmed up, as it was still morning, so Rayne stood on the corner wrapped up in one of Tommy’s leather jackets. She couldn’t believe the day was finally here, she’d made it through one month without feeling his embrace. In a way she was happy about their separation because it proved to her that she could be apart from him and not wither away, which the more dramatic part of her sometimes thought she would.

Rayne’s head perked up when she saw the bus turn the corner and head towards where she and Jo were standing. She smiled so wide she could feel her cheeks starting to hurt. It felt like an eternity for the bus to finally stop and make its way to the curb in front of the studio but when the bus was put into park and the door opened the first person off was the one she wanted to see most.

Tommy jumped from the top stair down to the concrete pavement in one quick movement and rushed to wrap his arms around Rayne. He gripped her like he was afraid she would disappear and Rayne returned the embrace and she soon felt her feet leave the ground. Remaining in silence Tommy gently rocked back and forth, moving his chin from off her shoulder to face Rayne gazing into her eyes. The two shared a smile before their lips met in a tender kiss. Rayne cradled Tommy’s face in her hands as the two pulled away from each other. “My beautiful fiery girlfriend.”

“My beautiful romantic boyfriend.” Rayne smiled back at Tommy as he put her back down on the ground.

“You are real right?” Tommy laughed running his fingers through Rayne’s red hair. “I dreamt about you every night.”

“Oh I’m very real.” Rayne nudged Tommy’s nose with her own. “I’m sure they were nice PG rated dreams right?”

“Oh they most definitely were not.” Tommy laughed while his hands traveled down her back and giving her ass a squeeze. “Let’s grab my bags and we can head back to the condo.” Rayne nodded and the two made their way to collect Tommy’s bags. Tommy said his goodbyes to the tour bus driver before giving a quick goodbye to the band and Doc.

Tommy and Rayne walked into the condo fifteen minutes later. Both of them dropped the dufflebags that the two of them were shouldering down on the floor. Tommy’s eyes drifted to the kitchen counter, “Is that a Charlie Brown Christmas tree?”

Rayne laughed hiding her face, “Yeah. I love Christmas and couldn’t bear to see the place without some decorations. So I got us stockings and some lights strung up in the bedroom.”

“You’re adorable.” Tommy smiled down at her. “Why don’t we get a real tree?”

“Really?” Rayne’s eyes lit up, “I’ve never had an actual Christmas tree before. Jo hates cleaning up the pine needles and watering it. And my family didn’t really celebrate Christmas as a kid.”

“What? That’s like against the law or something.” Tommy was shocked at her revelation.

“Yeah it’s not a big deal.” Rayne shrugged it off.

“Then it’s settled, tomorrow we get a tree, and some lights and ornaments because I don’t have any of that.” He gave Rayne a quick peck on the lips.

“Tomorrow? Why not today?” Rayne questioned before squealing as Tommy picked her up suddenly.

“I’m not leaving this house for the rest of the day or night. We’ve only had sex in the bedroom, which means we still have the kitchen, the living room, the outside patio and the bathroom. That means we have lots of rooms to christen.” Tommy teased.

“The outside patio? Tommy we are not fucking outside, we have neighbors.” Rayne pointed a finger at Tommy.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me in a public bathroom either and that changed.” Tommy quickly kissed Rayne hovering over her.

“No, no! We did not fuck. You hand cuffed me in the stall…” “And I got you off so well on my fingers you actually squirted, for the first time ever I might add.” Rayne rolled her eyes. “Am I wrong?” Conceding her defeat Rayne admitted, “No.”

“Just be wild baby. I think you really want to be, but are too afraid to let it go. Who gives a fuck if our neighbors see us fucking? I want them to, they can be jealous because I’m the one who gets to fuck you and no one else.” He winked at her.

“Charming Tommy.” She laughed wrapping her arms around him before adding playfully, “I’m more than just a piece of meat you know!”

“Oh I know that baby. Your personality and heart are why I love you, the fact that you’re a beautiful sex goddess is just a very nice added bonus.” Tommy ran his finger up and down her neck until he hooked it under her chin lifting her head up. “I’d love to make up for lost time, if you’ll have me.”

Rayne lifted her head and captured Tommy’s lips in a passionate kiss. “I’ll have you.” Rayne winked before grabbing Tommy’s collar and dragging him towards the couch in the living room.

After checking off two places on their “condo bucket list” the two took a small nap before they both woke up a tangled mess of sheets. Tommy grinned and started massaging Rayne’s scalp making her moan at his touch. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” Tommy whispered reaching for his pack of cigarettes with his free hand taking one and offering a second to Rayne. He effortlessly lit both with his lighter. “You especially learn how special this is when you share a room with Nikki every single night for a month.”

Rayne laughed, “Well I’m glad I can pull rank over Nikki in that department. I definitely think I had it easier in that regard, I just had to listen to a moaning Jo.”

“Yeah I’d rather listen to that.” Tommy nodded his head before Rayne smacked him on the chest. “You perv!”

“What? I’d rather hear a girl moaning while getting off than a farting, puking Nikki any day of the week.” Tommy said so innocently before turning to Rayne. “I could listen to you moan and scream all day every day. It’s one of my favorite sounds. We might have to put you on a record one day.”

“What? No! Tommy you’re crazy. That won’t happen.” Rayne shook her head as Tommy began pushing himself off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I totally spaced dude, I have something for you.” Tommy got up and Rayne watched as his naked form disappeared from sight.

“God Tommy you got a pair of chicken legs. I’ll gladly give you some of mine if you want it.” Rayne called out, resting on her side.

“Nope, you’re perfect the way you are. Everything about you should stay as is.” Tommy called from the living room, she heard his voice approaching and getting closer. When he came back in he held something behind his back.

“What do you have there?” Rayne narrowed her eyes as Tommy approached her on the bed. With a wide grin Tommy pulled out a long black box.

“Just something to show you I missed you.” Tommy replied softly sitting beside her.

“Tommy I know you missed me, you didn’t have to get me anything to show me that.” Rayne said genuinely, sitting up in bed grabbing the sheets to cover herself.

“I wanted to.” He spoke tenderly and Rayne lifted herself up to give him a kiss on the lips. She looked down at the box and Tommy slowly opened it causing her to gasp. She was looking at a beautiful silver necklace with a large sparkling star at the end. “I know Christmas is in a few days but I wanted to give this to you now.”

“Tommy it’s beautiful. I can’t accept that, I’m sure it cost a lot of money!” Rayne said, her voice no more than a hushed whisper. Tommy took it out of the box, holding it out in front of Rayne.

“You will accept it, for me.” Tommy grinned. “It’s the least I could do for you. May I?”

Rayne gently nodded her head, bringing her hair up in both of her hands exposing her neck and causing the sheet to fall and pool around her waist. Tommy leaned forward to bring the necklace around her neck and clasping it at the back. When he looked at her Rayne swore she had never seen anyone look at her like the way Tommy did, wish such love and adoration. He didn’t even need to speak he just let out a rush of breath and smiled brightly. “Tommy stop looking at me like that, you’re making me self conscious! I’m not good with receiving gifts as it is.”

“I just want to remember this moment forever.” Tommy smiled leaning in to kiss Rayne, slowly easing her back down onto the bed as he settled on top of her.

The next day the two found themselves dragging a Christmas tree into the condo, and pine needles dropped everywhere as they pulled it through the door. “Who would’ve thought a tree would need so much.” Tommy huffed as he dropped the tree on the floor.

“Well when you have to buy everything new, yeah. We needed a tree stand, ornaments, tree lights, a star, and your damn tinsel.” Rayne laughed grabbing the various bags of necessities for the tree she had brought up before they hauled the thing in.

“But the tinsel was so shiny.” Tommy smiled innocently.

Rayne returned his smile, she had always wanted a real Christmas tree just like in all her favorite movies. She knew it was a silly desire but she’d never had the opportunity to have a tree until this moment. “Here put the tree in the stand and I’ll sweep up all of the needles that dropped.”

“Should I cut the net off?” Tommy questioned looking down at the tree.

“No I would keep it on, it’ll probably be easier to pick it up. Wait haven’t you had a tree before?” Rayne questioned as she swept up the needles.

“Yeah but my dad always put it up.” Tommy defended his question as he picked up the and set it into the stand. “Wow, that’s actually not ba-“

“Tommy!” Rayne shouted as the tree fell down onto the living room floor, immediately she burst out into laughter. It took about three minutes for both of them to compose themselves. “Tommy!” Rayne gasped holding her stomach which hurt from laughing. “Tommy you have to tighten the swivel thing to the tree trunk before you just put it in there.”

“Oh. Shit, you’re right.” Tommy chuckled reaching down to grab the swivel and tighten it to the trunk. This time when Tommy placed the tree in the stand it stood tall and sturdy.

“We’re a mess.” Rayne shook her head approaching Tommy and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now you can cut the net off, and once the tree settles we can start putting our ornaments on. I can’t believe we found black, red and purple ones.”

“I can’t believe you know so much about trees.” Tommy smiled cutting the netting off of the tree while Rayne scooped up the needles and got rid of them in the trashcan. “By the way since we’re talking about Christmas I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to spend Christmas day with me and my family in Covina?” He asked. “I know you probably do something with Jo, but it would mean a lot to me.”

Rayne smiled, “Jo and I usually just watch movies on Christmas, neither of us talk with our families very much. Let me call her and see if she’s okay with me going. I don’t want to just bail on her.”

“I understand.” Tommy replied genuinely. Rayne walked over to the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing the number to her apartment.

“Hello?” Jo answered out of breath.

“Hey it’s Rayne. I won’t keep you long but I had a question for you.” Rayne asked hearing Jo hush someone to be quiet, it didn’t take a rocket science to know what was going on. Rayne genuinely did not know how Jo and Vince could still possibly be going at it.

“What’s up?” Jo giggled.

“Well, Tommy wanted me to go to his family’s house for Christmas. I know we usually spend the day together so I wanted to as-“ Rayne started before Jo cut her off. “Oh I’m so glad you’re asking me this! Vince wanted me to spend the day with him, but I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Is this what being an adult is? Giving up Christmas traditions with your best friend for your boyfriend?” Rayne laughed.

“No, you and I will always have our traditions. And unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me forever no matter what guys are in our lives.” Jo said happily.

“Well I’ll let you get back to whatever activities you two are doing.” Rayne began to hang up the phone before she heard Jo shout from the other end of the phone. “Wait, wait Ray! Ray!”

“What?” Rayne asked.

“Aren’t you gonna thank me?” Jo asked. “For what?” “Well, you were sex ready right?”

“Goodbye Jo.” Rayne laughed hearing her best friend laugh on the other end as well. Rayne turned to Tommy with a smile. “Well drummer, it looks like I’m gonna meet your parents.” She paused. “And just saying that out loud makes me wanna throw up.”

“Why?” Tommy patted the couch cushion next to him. Rayne sat down and just stared ahead to the wall.

“I’ve never met any boyfriends parents before.” Rayne realized. She knew Tommy really loved his family, he had told her many times about his mother and father and how they met and it was love at first sight.

“Rayne, I love you. And so will they.” Tommy wrapped his arm around Rayne comforting her. Rayne took a deep breath and nodded her head.

“I’ll try not to freak out.” Rayne honestly replied.

“There’s nothing to freak out about. I promise they’ll love you, my sister will definitely love how sarcastic you are. Come on, let’s start decorating the tree and distract you so you don’t have a panic attack.” Tommy gently pulled on her sleeve.

“I’m not having a panic attack!” Rayne defended, “Or if I am it’s just a very mild one.”

“Hey, do you trust me?” Rayne nodded her head softly. “Good, I’m telling you there’s nothing to worry about.”

Four Days Later

Christmas Day

Rayne walked up to Tommy’s front door and dropped the filled bags on the ground before pulling out her keys inserting them into the lock. Opening the door Rayne grabbed one bag and placed it onto the apartment. As she reached down to pick up the other bag Tommy rushed towards her, “Babe I would’ve grabbed those for you.”

“Nah it’s alright I got it.” Rayne smiled bringing in the next bag over the threshold. “It’s like I’m a living breathing Mrs. Clause.”

Tommy smiled at the statement taking in Rayne’s outfit, she was in a red dress with a high neckline but a deep cut out at the back, which exposed her creamy skin. The dress hugged her curves but still flowed and wasn’t too tight. The outfit was topped off with a pair of black pumps. “Looking like that, you are definitely on the naughty list.”

Rayne shot up straight, “Is it too much? I wasn’t sure what to wear but I tried to not wear anything too risqué.”

Tommy smiled placing his hands on both of her shoulders. “You look perfect.”

Rayne smiled and let out a sigh of relief. She spent the night before looking at different outfits to wear to meet Tommy’s family in. She didn’t want to just show up in jeans and a t-shirt or leather pants. She wanted to make a good impression. Tommy was even a bit dressed up for the day, he wore a black button down dress shirt and a nice pair of blue jeans. Rayne smiled up at him, “Thank you. Let me put your gifts under the tree.”

Tommy let Rayne put the gifts out, even though they could just as easily have opened gifts from the bag she was holding but he knew this meant a lot to her so he let her go. “Babe are all those for me? You didn’t have to get me anything. As long as I get to unwrap you at the end of the night I’m happy.”

“We’re staying at your parents house tonight Tommy, we’re not having sex there!” Rayne laughed continuing to place the presents.

“I think my favorite thing is you telling me we can’t have sex in certain places, and then we end up having sex in that exact place.” Tommy grinned.

“And you said I was on the naughty list. If what you just described is the case I should be on the nice list.” Rayne smiled before standing up and hanging Tommy’s filled stocking next to hers, which Rayne was surprised was filled. “Okay. All done. Open your presents!”

“No, no you go first.” Tommy insisted walking towards the couch with a garbage bag in hand for all discarded paper and taking a seat, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. He also reached for the camera which was sitting on the table in front of him.

“Okay.” Rayne smiled wide grabbing her stocking and sitting down on the floor. As she began to look through the stocking Tommy haulted her, “Oh hang on!” Tommy came back with a leopard print Santa hat, handing it to Rayne. “If you’re opening the presents you have to wear the hat.” Rayne smiled and happily took the hat from him settling it over her mass of curls. She began looking through the stocking to find various little items, everything from nail polish and makeup, to razors and candy. “My sister told me the best things to put in a stocking were every day things that are annoying to buy for yourself. Plus I figured you could keep a lot of them here.”

Rayne pushed herself onto her knees and gave Tommy a hug, “Thank you Tommy.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back happily. “I feel bad I didn’t get you a lot of gifts.”

“No Tommy, don’t feel bad. You’ve been a little busy the past month. And the necklace is more than enough.” Rayne smiled placing her hand over the star diamond he had given her. Rayne reached for the first present and began to open it up. She lifted the lid off the box and smiled when she saw what it was. She pulled it completely out of the box and revealed a long sleeve black blouse that had skulls on it like polka dots. The fabric was see through and extremely soft. “Tommy I love it!”

“Jo helped a little.” Tommy said bashfully.

“Oh she did, did she?” Rayne smiled. “Well thank you both.”

Rayne reached for another box that felt significantly lighter than the previous one. Tommy perked up as she began to open it. Lifting the lid off this box Rayne immediately shut it blushing up at Tommy. “I think you bought this for you.”

“Maybe a little.” He grinned at her as she finally removed the lid looking at what was in it. It was a lingerie set. Inside there was a see through lacy red bra, what looked like a soft waist cincher, crotchless lacy underwear and suspenders to hold her thigh high stockings up.

“This is gorgeous Tommy. Even though you’ll be the only one who’ll ever see it.” Rayne chuckled.

“Don’t say that, I kind of like the idea of you out at work with this underneath your scrubs.”

“God you’re such a horn dog.” Rayne shook her head before reaching for the last gift that had her name on it. This one was a little big bigger, as Rayne took the wrapping paper off she saw it was a frame but she had opened it on the wrong side, when she turned it around her jaw dropped. “Tommy, how did you?”

Her eyes couldn’t leave the frame in front of her. It was a photo that had a quote written in cursive from Pride & Prejudice it read, I can not fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun. Under the text was three photos of Tommy and Rayne together out at various nights on the sunset strip. One was from the first time she had seen Motley Crue. Another was from Halloween, after their bathroom escapade. Another was one Jo took of them at Rayne’s apartment. And the final one was one Tommy had taken of the two of them after they had sex for the first time, luckily you couldn’t tell they were naked from the way the photo was cropped. The gift was stunning and left Rayne utterly speechless and her eyes started to water.

“I remembered Jo saying that you loved Jane Austen and I did some digging and I really liked that quote. It reminded me of you because it’s true. I was head over heels before we even spoke.” Tommy said leaning forward gently wiping a fallen tear from Rayne’s cheek. “I thought we could put it up in the bedroom.”

Rayne simply cradled his hand against her cheek before she got up and sat in Tommy’s lap wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you so much Tommy. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.” Tommy smiled up at her before giving her a soft pat on the hips.

“I’m warning you right now, there’s nothing as good as that in those boxes.” Rayne pointed towards the wrapped gifts she brought Tommy. Tommy grinned as she took the Santa hat off her head and placed it on his.

“I meant what I said, all I need is you and I am a happy man.” Tommy declared as Rayne shifted off his lap. Rayne sat on the couch and grabbed the camera ready to take photos of Tommy as he opened his gifts just as he had done with her.

“Now it’s your turn.” Rayne smiled as Tommy took a seat on the floor grabbing his stocking. Rayne had filled it with lots of travel sized items that he could bring with him out on the road. She had kind of did exactly what Tommy did and filled it with various every day items that he could use when he was out on the road. After his stocking, Tommy reached for the closest wrapped gift to him. Almost all of the gifts Rayne has gotten Tommy had a theme to them. It was a small box and as he opened it he smiled immediately, he pulled out a pair of dangling earrings that had a large spike attached to the end.

“Oh yes! I love these!” Tommy exclaimed happily running his hand up and down Rayne’s calf.

Tommy continued to open his presents to reveal various clothing items and accessories that he could wear on stage or just day to day. Rayne had gotten him belts that were studded and spiked and covered in bullets. She’d gotten him silver bracelets and bangles, chokers and necklaces. She even got him a nice wide brimmed hat after she had seen Tommy steal one from Jo one night after a show. “Tommy I’m not gonna lie shopping for you is kinda like shopping for a woman. The girl that helped me at Retail Slut was very happy with her commission.”

Tommy let out a laugh, “What can I say I like clothes and jewelry.” He reached for the last gift under the tree.

“Okay, I really hope you like this one. There’s a story behind it.” Rayne confessed as Tommy pulled out the large box. First he shook the box trying to get an idea for what was inside. When he couldn’t get a read on it because it was mostly silent he began to tear off the paper. When the box was revealed the name Poison Ivy was engraved at the top. Rayne watched as the name didn’t register with Tommy, and he opened the box and it was time for his jaw to drop. Rayne watched as Tommy pulled out the leather jacket. It was a little long for a jacket, it would most likely fall just past Tommy’s hips especially with his torso being so long. The jacket was lined with traditional leopard print and it also was on the lapels of the jacket. On the shoulders were a few draped chains and star studs on the lapels.

“This is fuckin sick dude.” Tommy stood up and put the coat on, it looked amazing on him, just the way she imagined. Tommy walked over to the bathroom where there was a decent sized mirror. He rushed out with a giant smile on his face and picked Rayne up. “Where did you get this?”

Rayne recalled the story of how she reached out to Doc asking for the designer that was designing their stage clothes and how she went to the studio not knowing if she would even be able to work anything out with the older man. “So you designed this?”

“Well I didn’t design it, I had the idea in my head and Stanley designed it.” It looked perfect on him. “You better be happy he’s gay Tommy because I think he’s a little in love with me, you might have had some competition.”

“That guy was like sixty, if I remember correctly.” Tommy chuckled throwing his head back. “And what do you mean he’s a little in love with you?”

“Hey he’s cute for an older man!” Rayne defended him before going into the story from when she returned to the design studio to pick up Tommy’s jacket.

Three Days Before December 22nd

Rayne walked into the studio a little after 6pm, she walked there from the hospital. The little bell above the door jingled to signal her presence. This time there was a tall thin blonde man at the front desk. “Hi can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up a jacket from Stanley.” Rayne answered before hearing the older man’s voice from the back.

“Is that my beautiful red head?” She recognized his voice instantly before he appeared in front of her. “Yes there she is.”

He approached her and opened his arms. She leaned down slightly and he kissed her on both cheeks. “Ronnie, look at this girl. Isn’t she the most inspirational figure you’ve ever seen?”

Rayne instantly felt her cheeks heat up. “Oh, no I’m not.” She brushed off the compliment.

“Hush darling. Come on back, wait til you see what I have done for you.” Stanley waved her back into the studio. She smiled at the blonde at the desk and followed him back. As she walked back into the room where she had first met him she saw the jacket immediately.

“Oh my god it’s perfect!” Rayne gasped as she approached the jacket and immediately touched the soft leather and silky leopard lining. “You’re amazing!”

“Thank you my love. You deserve some credit too, the idea was in your head, I just created it.” He theatrically bowed at her praise. “But that’s not all I made.”

“Huh?” Rayne asked watching as he disappeared down the hallway before a few minutes later wheeling out a mannequin in his left hand and a cart with a few items of clothing on hangers in his right. “I made some things for you too.”

“Oh, no. Mr. Varone I’m flattered but I told you, I can’t afford tha-“

“My darling listen to me, I have not been so inspired in years. I’ve designed the same types of clothing for far too long. I lost my passion for it because of the monotony of it all, everyone looking the same, and dressing the same. Then you walked into my studio and it was like a cloud lifted. As soon as you left that day I began designing clothing inspired by you, I created a mannequin with your exact measurements. The clothes are seductive, womanly and edgy. Please just do me the honor of trying some of the pieces on.” Stanley asked and Rayne immediately softened to the ask.

“Okay, I’ll try them on. But only because you did such an amazing job on Tommy’s jacket.” She said pointedly at him.

“Bellissima!” He explained taking something off the rack. He held it out to Rayne and showed her to the dressing room. She looked at the outfit in front of her and was unsure if it would work on her body. It was a short leather and lace dress, mostly lace, with the leather covering up all the necessary bits, the lace even went all the way down to transition into a pair of gloves. Rayne was almost afraid to even touch the garment it looked so expensive. But soon she was removing her clothes and slipping into the dress. She was unable to zip it up and didn’t dare look in the mirror she just walked out to the main floor.

“I couldn’t zip it.” She said to Stanley who looked like he was about to cry. She immediately thought to herself, Oh god was it that bad? See this was why she didn’t want to try anything on, a dress this revealing should be put on someone who was stick thin. Stanley approached Rayne who turned her back to him and he slowly zipped up the dress and took a step back.

“Oh my word. My darling you are exquisite! Look at yourself.” The older man said pulling a full length mirror in front of her. Rayne looked at herself in utter shock. She didn’t look awful, she didn’t look like herself but she didn’t look awful, the dress fit her like a glove, and everything was covered that she wanted to be covered.

“I-I don’t even recognize myself.” Rayne said softly looking at herself.

“May I take a photo of you in the dress?” Stanley asked politely.

“Sure.” Rayne said still slightly stunned as Stanley grabbed a very expensive looking camera and began snapping a few photos.

Rayne tried on a few more outfits, one that was a leather jacket paired with an almost see through skirt that had fringe strategically placed that looked incredible as she walked. Another was a suede studded jacket that was tailored in at the waist and a high pencil skirt that the studs continued down. She also tried on two pairs of leather pants, she had never had a pair that fit her right so to have ones that were literally custom fit to her body was kind of insane. The final dress she tried on was a little less edgy, it was a loose wrap dress that showed a lot of leg and a lot of boobs but had a small train on the back the colors were a mix of light blue and pink almost like cotton candy. It was almost angelic with how it moved. “I don’t know what to say Stanley. These are beautiful, I don’t know how I could possibly inspire such beauty.”

“Darling, do me the honor of wearing the clothes. All I ask is that if anyone asks you where it’s from you let them know about me. Who knows maybe if your boyfriend gets famous I’ll be able to design full clothing lines inspired by you. You could model in the shows for me. You could bring my fashion house back from the grave.” Stanley put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Oh no, I’m no model.” Rayne chuckled, “I’m not seeing many girls with a true hour glass figure on runways or in magazines.”

“And that’s why we should change it! Shake up the status quo. I’m telling you, with a face like yours and a body like yours we could do this. You’re one hundred percent natural and that’s what I want to start pushing out to the world.” Stanley spoke passionately. “And doesn’t the model and the rockstar couple sound just perfect?”

Rayne let out a laugh before looking down at herself in the dress. “I just don’t feel right taking these from you. You’re the second person to try and gift me something I wasn’t expecting. I’m no good at accepting gifts.”

“They’re my gift to you beautiful. You must take them, I’ll have it no other way.” He held his palms up in front of him. “You honor me by wearing them.”

When Rayne got herself out of the dress and changed back into her normal clothes to say she felt much less glamorous was an understatement. “Welcome back,” she spoke to herself as she looked in the mirror. She exited the dressing room to be immediately greeted by a smiling Stanley and Ronnie, who was holding multiple bags in his hand. “Here you are darling.”

“How much do I owe you for the jacket?” Rayne questioned grabbing her wallet.

“Nothing, these are my gift to you.” Stanley smiled.

“No! Absolutely not, we discussed my budget and I intend to pay for what I commissioned.” Rayne said almost offended that he was just going to gift all of this to her.

“I simply won’t allow it darling.” The older man shook his head. Rayne saw he absolutely wouldn’t budge so she reached over the counter of the reception desk and grabbed a pen and piece of paper, scribbling down her phone number before handing it to him. “Call me if there’s ever anything I could do for you Stanley. I don’t know what I could do to repay you for all this but I’ll do my best.”

Stanley took the piece of paper from her and held it over his heart. “I’ll do that. You've given me a true gift tonight.”

“Thank you so much again.” Rayne smiled giving both men a friendly hug.

“Goodnight darling!” Stanley kissed her cheek before she turned and walked out of the studio.

“See baby, I told you, you’re perfect just the way you are. I wish you could see you how I do, or how Stanley does.” Tommy smiled wrapping his arm around Rayne’s waist. “Is this one of the dresses?”

“Oh god no! I’m not meeting your parents for the first time in one of those dresses, they would probably say ‘who the hell does this girl think she is,’ and that’s not the impression I’m going for. I will however happily show them off to you when we get back from their place tomorrow.” Rayne smiled up at him. “This was just something I got from a thrift store.”

“Yep, I’m definitely going to want you to show them off for me.” Tommy kissed her lips tenderly. “Thank you so much for all the gifts baby. I really love them.”

“You’re welcome. And thank you for mine.” Rayne stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him once more.

“Are you ready to go?” Tommy questioned slipping the dufflebag over his shoulder, “It’s almost noon and that means mom is gonna start putting out lunch soon.”

“As I’ll ever be.” She chuckled. “Did you remember to throw some stuff for me to wear in your duffle bag?”

“I did.” Tommy grinned devilishly.

“Oh I don’t trust that look at all, what did you pack? Or not pack?” Rayne questioned reaching for the duffle bag to look through it.

“I’m hurt. How could you think I wouldn’t pack appropriate clothes for you?” He held his hand over his heart feigning being offended.

“Tommy I swear by all that’s holy, there better be normal clothes in there for me.” Rayne spoke watching as Tommy made his way to the front door holding it open. Rayne sighed and walked through the door under Tommy’s arm. Well worse case scenario, if he pulled some stunt and didn’t pack anything normal to wear she could always wear the dress she was in today home tomorrow. That might be the best plan, because by the look of his strut he was definitely up to something.

Take Me To The Next Chapter

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There you have it! They’re reunited and creating some Christmas traditions of their own! What was everyone’s favorite part of this chapter? I love to know what resonates with you all! What do you think of the (potential) model and the rock star? Here are some photos of the inspiration behind the outfits Rayne wore in this chapter. As always feedback is appreciated, leave me a reply or message or ask<3

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