#above ground pool prices with deck

[hometoursandotherstuff]

We have seen converted schools, but this is different- it's a gym. If you love B-Ball, sports, local history, or need a HUGE home, you'll like this. I must say, it doesn't have much curb appeal, though. The 1922 gym is in Wilkinson, Indiana, has 4bds, 3ba, and the price was just dropped $15K to $584,977.

Everything in this home is super-sized. This big slate-floored room is the entrance foyer.

They did a neat job, but it's so vast, and the floors are so light, you'd be doing nothing but washing floors.

I wonder if it echoes in here.

This is the current living room area, but you can put it anywhere you want to, b/c there's so much empty space.

That's a service window and counter to the kitchen. You can put some stools there.

The kitchen has nice gray cabinets but needs a backsplash. Looks like they may have purchased used oak cabinets and painted them.

I guess the original floor was ruined, but they replaced the whole thing with brand new basketball court flooring. I can't even imagine how much it would cost to heat & cool this place.

Family room with a little counter.

One of the bedrooms.

Another entrance and an empty space with stairs going up to the 2nd level.

A home gym has a nice neon basketball, if it conveys.

Laundry room and storage.

More space on the 2nd floor.

Must be the primary bedroom. It has a walk-in closet on the left.

The baths are pretty basic with nice flooring, but no tile on the walls.

One of the old basketball courts is still intact. You can see the original floor in here.

There's a large loft up there.

In the loft, they have seating and tables & chairs.

The bedrooms are very large, but nothing particularly special.

Not lovin' the open closets.

Out back they have a small deck and an above-ground pool.

Under the deck is a patio.

The lot measures 3.61 acres with lots of grass to mow.

[chickensarentcheap]

Lost and Found- Chapter 29

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. You do not have to read the original series to understand this fic)

Warnings: slight profanity

Tagging: @tragiclyhip @munstysmind @themaradwrites @thebejeweledwatercat @youflickedtooharddamnit @asirensrage @residentdormouse @secretaryunpaid @alisbackalleybbq @kmc1989 @karimac @ninjasawakenedmystar @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @occommunity @theesirenteller @fanficanatic-tw

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/138016519

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It’s exactly how she remembers it. A quaint, three-bedroom home perfect for a young, growing family; antique blue board and batten with a vibrant, mustard yellow front door and a deep, wide porch that wraps around one side of the structure and connects with the deck in back. A fenced-in rear yard ideal for pets and children; enough open land for gardens and play structures and even a pool. Mere blocks from the small downtown core and open-air market; located close to schools and parks and only a ten-minute drive to the beach. The latter had been the ultimate selling point; as close to the ocean as they could get within their price range. Things had been different then; both financially struggling after never receiving full payment from Mahajan, but still having to worry about a stack of hospital bills and various debts.

There’d been no reason to live above their means; content with something small that they could personalize and make all of their own. Add onto if a bigger family was in the cards; firmly settling on having at least one baby, but not fully sold on anything more than that. Being a father again scared him; the guilt and the regret surrounding the death of his son and the decision he’d made in the final weeks still weighed heavily on his mind and soul. And she’d known not to push the subject no matter how much she desired something more; needing to give him the space to not only wrestle with and defeat his demons but build up his confidence when it came to raising another child.

Wick had picked them up at the airport. Twelve days following their desperate escape from New York, and ten since he’d flown to Broome to keep his eyes open and an ear to the ground. After assisting Alcott in identifying -and quickly eliminating- any possible threat, he’s confident that things are secure and no dangers lie in wait; free to return to the States and his commitment to helping Nik destroy any remaining threat on the front line. He looks healthier and more well-rested than Esme can previously remember; casually dressed in a pair of olive green cargo shorts and a simple white t-shirt. His eyes are more vibrant, the bridge of his nose and his cheeks sunkissed. And it's a welcome departure from the usual; the sullenness replaced by a genuine smile and unmistakable glow.

She glances at Millie; fastened in her car seat in the back of the SUV, safe and secure between her mom and dad. Father and daughter both asleep and in the same positions; heads tilted back and to the right, their arms folded across their chests, mouths slightly open as they quietly snore. Their cheeks flushed; sweat glistening at their temples and napes of their necks, wayward strands stuck to their brows. The last two weeks finally catching up to them; the hours spent travelling, the stress, fear, and worry that had weighed heavily upon them, the shared shock and surprise of finding out about one another’s identities and roles in the other’s life. And the dangerous and unpredictable flight from New York City and the two weeks spent at Nik’s while longing for home.

As Wick kills the engine, she tends to Millie, gently cradling her face in her palms and peppering her brow and cheeks with feathery kisses. Repeatedly brushing the tip of her nose against Millie’s until the four-year-old gives a sleepy giggle and a breathy, ‘Momma’; eyes flickering open as she plants a noisy kiss on Esme’s lips.

“Time to get up, little bug. We’re finally here.”

“Home?”

Esme nods.

“Our forever home?”

“Our forever home. Well, unless we one day need a bigger one. Come on…” Unbuckling the car seat’s harness, she lifts Millie onto her lap. “You’re getting big, lovey. Soon I won’t be able to pick you up at all.”

“I’m big like daddy!”

“You definitely are. I always knew you would be; even when you were in my belly and I used to get sneak peeks of you at the doctor. You were long and lanky even then. Now…” She clears sweaty hair away from Millie’s cheeks and out of her eyes.. “...wake daddy up. Tell him we’re here.”

She scrambles off her mother’s lap and onto Tyler’s; her stomach pressed against his chest, a knee beside either hip. And taking his face in both hands, gently shakes his head from side to side. “Daddy! It’s time to get up! We’re here now! No more sleep!” Upon receiving no response, she aggressively taps her palms against his cheeks, then scowls at her mother. “I think he’s dead.”

“He’s not dead. You can see that he’s breathing. Sometimes, he’s a really heavy sleeper. Or maybe he’s ignoring you.”

“You might ignore you, but not me. Never me.”

“Excuse you?”

“Daddy!” Millie bellows into his ear, then tugs at his beard, followed by his ears. “You have to get up! No more sleep! It’s time to wake up and…” She shrieks when his fingers lightly dig into her sides and he begins gently tickling her, dissolving into giggles when he tips her sideways across his lap and repeatedly brushes his beard against her cheeks. And she’s breathless and hiccuping when he once more settles her upright on his thighs, her tiny hands cradling his cheeks in their palms. “It’s time to get up!”

“Says who?”

“Me! And momma!”

You guys aren’t the boss of me.”

“Yeah, right!”

“Why do I need to get up? Can’t a guy get his beauty sleep?””

“You can go back to sleep later! We’re finally here, daddy! We’re home! It’s time to wakey-wakey, shakey-shakey!”

“What if I don’t want to wakey-wakey, shaky-shakey?”

“Too bad! When momma says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up! Remember, she’s the boss, applesauce!”

“Sure she is.” Placing a kiss on Millie’s temple, he settles her sideways on his lap; palm smoothing over her messy hair as she presses her face against the window and studies her surroundings. “What do you think of it so far?”

“I love it! I love the colour! Especially the front door! I LOVE yellow. It’s a great use of colour, dad. You know what they say? That EVERY house deserves a pop of colour.”

Tyler arches a quizzical brow at Esme. “Whose they?”

She gives a sheepish grin. “People on television. We watch a lot of Home and Garden Network.”

“Especially in the winter,” Millie adds. “When it’s too cold to go outside. Or there’s a snowstorm and we’re stuck in the house.”

“So you think it’s an alright place? That you’ll be happy here?”

“Of course, I’m going to be happy! It’s home. It’s where mommy and daddy are. It can’t get any better than that. But…”

“Uh oh…”

“You know what it needs? More colour. It needs flowers. To up the curb appeal.”

“Are you going to be a real estate agent when you grow up?”

“Nope.”

“Interior decorator?”

“Hell no! I’m going to be the person who builds the house. With my own hands!”

“That’s my girl.”

Esme winces in discomfort as she reaches across her body to unbuckle her seat belt. “Funny thing is, that’s what your daddy does. That’s one of his REAL jobs. He even owns his own business. He might not build houses from the ground up, but he helps make people's places bigger and better.”

“But I thought your job was kicking ass.”

“It is. Just not all the time. Only when Auntie Nik really needs my help.”

“So you have two lives. Two ‘yous’.”

“Yeah. I guess you could put it that way. The ‘me’ that was in New York City? Taking care of business? That’s the me that I don’t have to be very often anymore. The ‘all the time’ me? I help people in a different way. I make their houses bigger and nicer, I put up fences and decks, I build garages and sheds and even furniture sometimes.”

“Can you build a treehouse? I always wanted a treehouse.”

“Millie, I can build you whatever you want. Or at least I can try.”

“You know what his other job is? He’s a fireman.”

Her eyes widen. “Shut the front door!”

“It is. That’s the job I do the most. I won’t be going back for a while though; I’ve got a lot of time off to spend with you and your mom. That’s all that’s important right now. That you guys are safe and taken care of. And that the three of us get to be together. Get used to being a family.”

“Being a firefighter is crazy dangerous! And scary!”

“It can be.”

“Momma’s right! You ARE super brave!”

“I like to think I am. Sometimes, anyways.”

“She told me you’re the bravest person she’s ever known. And the strongest.”

Reaching behind Millie, he gently and lovingly tugs on Esme’s hair. “Yeah, well your mum is biassed.”

“Her mum tells the truth.”

“You’re our hero, Daddy. You’re brave and you’re strong and you keep us safe from the bad guys. We don’t have to worry about them when you’re around. ‘Cause you’ll do anything to stop them from even coming near us, never mind hurting us.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or your mumma. You’re my girls. All that matters to me is the two of you.”

“And Lucy.”

“DEFINITELY Lucy. She’s one of my girls, too. Actually, she’s the ORIGINAL girl; I had her before I even met your mumma.”

“Mumma says she’s a really good doggo. A super smart one. I can’t wait to meet her. I hope she’ll like the toys and treats I picked out for her. And I hope she LOVES me.”

“I know she will. And she’s going like having a little sister; someone to play with and chase around and sneak her food under the table. She’ll be like a puppy again, just you watch.”

“I just hope she loves me. ‘Cause I already know I love her. So if she doesn’t feel the same about me, I’m going to be crazy sad. I’m going to…”

Her voice trails off as begins bouncing up and down on his lap; banging her palm against the window when Alcott steps out onto the front porch; flashing that dazzling and waving enthusiastically at her. And she squeals “Uncle Duey!” before Tyler pops open the door; not waiting for it to fully open before she’s slipping out of the vehicle and scurrying up the front walk.

Alcott is on the middle step when she launches herself towards him; his deep, rich chuckle and her piercing, musical giggle floating on the air as he effortlessly catches her and tosses her above his head. Once, twice. Before tucking her into his chest and showering her temples, forehead and cheek with kisses.

Esme pauses with her hand on the door handle. “I know it’s hard for you; seeing how close she is to everyone. The fact they got to be part of her life long before you did. And I’m sorry that it hurts you so much. I’m sorry for so MANY things.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry. We’ve moved past that. I don’t need constant apologies.”

“But…”

“I don’t need them,” he forcibly repeats, then lays a hand on the back of her head and pulls her into him; lips meeting her brow. “And it’s not as bad now. It doesn’t hurt as much. I’m starting to look at it differently. How I’m actually very lucky. You and Millie had these people around; watching out for you, loving on you and keeping you safe. Until I finally got the chance to do it.”

“I just wish I’d given you that chance sooner. I’m sorry I…”

“No more of that word, okay? There’s no need for it.” He’s mindful of the still tender line of stitches embedded in her scalp as he pushes his finger through her hair; hand cupping the back of her head when he kisses her. pushes his fingers through her hair, mindful of the still tender line of stitches embedded in her scalp. “Not anymore.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“So good to me? After everything I’ve done. After hurting you like I did…”

“I love you.” The answer is short and sweet. Honest. “I always have. I always will.”

Her lower lip and chin tremble as she struggles to hold back her emotions.

“None of that, okay? No crying. There’s no reason to cry. There’s been enough of that. And I don’t want this; you holding onto all of this…stuff. I forgive you. Now it’s time for you to forgive yourself. Or at least work on it.”

“How the tables have turned, huh? I remember saying almost those same words to you. About Austin. About how he forgave you. For what you did. And that it was your turn. To forgive yourself.”

“And I got there. Eventually. You will too. You’re not alone in this. You’ve got me. Millie. We’ll help you through it. Now…” Turning and reaching for the door handle, he’s stopped when she snags him by the back of his t-shirt and pulls him towards her. A hand on his cheek as she kisses him; long and soft and slow. A grin tugging at the corners of his mouth when he pulls away. “What was that for?”

“I need a reason to kiss you?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Have you ever considered that I enjoy kissing you?”

“Have you ever considered you have crappy taste in men?”

“My taste in men is impeccable, thank you very much. Or at least it became impeccable when I met you.”

Smirking, he presses a kiss on her brow. “Sweet talker. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Yeah, you’re always up for a good, old-fashioned, ego-stroking.”

“And a good stroking of something else,” he teases, giving her a playful wink and then opening the car door and stepping out. Offering Alcott a nod in greeting before heading to the opposite side of the vehicle and assisting Esme; a protective hand on the small of her back as he leads her up the front walk. “You gonna be alright the rest of the way? While I give Wick a hand with all the stuff?”

“I’ll be fine,” she assures him, standing on her tips with a hand upon his chest as he leans down to kiss her.

“I worry.”

“I know you do. And in a strange little way, it makes you a million times sexier. Which is hard to grasp considering you’re already the sexiest man alive.”

“You and your shit taste in guys.”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, my taste has become impeccable.” Smoothing her palms down the front of his t-shirt, her hand settling on his hips; eyes closing as she rests her forehead upon his chest. “I love you, you know.”

Smiling, he cups the back of her head in his palm and leans down to kiss her temple. “I know.”

****

Alcott greets her with a smile as he holds a squealing and giggling Millie upside down by her ankles. “Well there’s a sight for sore eyes.”

“Emphasis on the word ‘sore’.”

“You’re going to be feeling it for a while. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re doing as well as you are. That you’re even up and at ‘em.”

“It was now or never, I guess. Nik was getting tired of me; I was only a couple of days away from being evicted.”

“Look at mommy’s toe nails!” Millie calls out, as her fingertips swipe at her mother’s feet. “I did those! Watermelon pink! Mine match!”

“You’re going to make her throw up,” Esme warns. “Or pee her pants. She had a huge drink in the car before falling asleep.”

“I might do both!” The four-year-old announces. “I had a cherry and vanilla Coke slurpee! Daddy and I shared it, but I drank the most! Now I got the burps!”

“Guess your mum will be cleaning a hell of a mess off the steps, won’t she.”

“More like her father would have to clean it up. So let’s spare him the horror, okay? Blood and guts he can handle. THAT? He’ll likely toss his cookies too.”

(Millie hiccups as Alcott returns her to an upright position and settles her on his hip. “Daddy doesn’t like barf. I almost hurled on the plane and he nearly had a panic attack.”

Standing on her tiptoes, Esme straightens and tightens her daughter’s pigtails. “We don’t need to give away all of his secrets. Why don’t you run over and help daddy and Uncle John with some stuff? Grab your backpack and Lucy’s toys and treats. I’ll take you to meet her in a few minutes.”

“You just want to talk to Uncle Duey in private. I know your tricks, mom.”

“Well, there’s some things we need to discuss that little ears don’t need to hear.”

“What kind of things?”

“Adult things. That you…young miss…don’t need to be part of.”

“Are you going to hang out for a bit, Uncle Duey? Are you going to stay for supper? We haven’t eaten yet and I’m getting really hungry and I really want you to stay. Will you?”

“If your mum and dad don’t mind having an extra mouth to feed.”

“Are you going to sleep over? Visit for a bit? ‘Cause that would be really cool! Maybe we could even make a tent in my new room!”

“Tell you what, I’ll stay for a few days. So we can hang out. BUT, I’m going to stay at a hotel; so you and your folks can have privacy. You’re a family now; you need to concentrate on THAT.”

“I finally have a daddy. And not just ANY daddy, but my REAL daddy! The daddy that helped make me. Who put me in mom’s tum! How cool is that?! That I’d get my actual daddy in the end?!

Alcott presses a noisy kiss on Millie’s cheek before setting her on the ground, a hand resting on the top of her head. “You know, I think you’re a very lucky little girl. That you have the dad AND mum that you do. Because no one…in this world…could love you more than they do. You’re going to have a long and happy life, my little Amelia. With BOTH of them.”

“Daddy said that when something is meant to be, it always finds a way. He said that’s why mummy needed his help; because they were meant to be together. Do you think that’s true?”

“I think when two people love each other…REALLY love each other…they’ll find their way back to one another. Doesn’t matter how long it takes or how many obstacles are in the way, if they’re meant to be together, they will be. That’s what happened with your mum and dad. Although I do question her standards and her taste in men. Because if you ask me…”

“You know, you can be super duper cute, Uncle Duey. And really romantic.”

“You know, I have my moments. But let’s keep that between us. Our little secret. I have a reputation to keep.”

“Of being a big-time ass kicker!”

“Exactly.” Offering a closed fist, Millie bumps it with her own. “Now, you go.” Laying a hand on the top of her head, he gently steers her towards the stairs. “Listen to your mumma. Go and grab your things. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind of surprise?”

“A very nice one.”

“What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. And you can’t have it until you do what you're told; go and lend a hand and grab your stuff. Then you can meet Lucy and…”

“And then I get my surprise!”

“Exactly!”

“This is the best day ever!” Giving his leg a tight squeeze, she hurries for the stairs and then jumps from the landing; landing effortlessly on her feet and rushing off towards the car. Calling out for her dad and her uncle John; giggling when she’s teased and Wick playfully pulls on one of her pigtails; her high-pitched, exuberant voice floating on the breeze as she busies herself with helping pull bags from the trunk.

Grinning, Alcott shakes his head. “She’s…”

“A handful? Believe me, I know.”

“She seems to be adjusting alright. To this new life of hers. Seems excited to be here, that’s for sure.”

“The last forty-eight hours, she’s done nothing but go on and on about Australia. About how she can’t wait to live here. About taking beach trips and going fishing; learning how to ride a bike, going to school and making friends. It’s ALL she’s talked about.”

“She’s been through a lot. It hasn’t been the easiest of three weeks, that’s for sure. Bad enough on all of us, never mind a wee one. How have things been? Since she found out? About her dad?”

“Everything’s been great. Better than I thought it would be; I thought it would take her a lot longer to adjust to the whole thing and to forgive me for keeping him a secret. But it’s like he’s been part of her life forever. Like she’s never known anything different. She adores him. Wants to be around him constantly.”

“The best part of that is that she loved him before she even knew that he WAS her dad. How’s he been? With her?”

“Amazing. He really had to step it up after New York City; I sort of just threw him to the wolves. But he did it; despite all the pain he was in and constantly worrying about me and trying to take care of me. He just did what he had to do. Spent nearly every waking moment with her.”

“As much as what happened sucks for you, it was probably what was best for them. It gave them that time; to be completely alone and invested with one another. Gave them a chance to learn about one another. Without anyone else interfering.”

“As much as my body wishes it could get on board with that, it’s just not having it. How have things been here?”

“Quiet. For the most part.”

“For the most part, huh? I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

“Just a couple of people snooping. Coming around where they had no reason to be. Wick and I took care of them.”

“Took care of them as in…”

“As in they won’t bother you…or anyone else…ever again.”

Sighing heavily, Esme crosses her arms over her chest, hands rubbing at her biceps.

“Hey…” Hooking a finger under her chin, Alcott tilts her face up towards him. “...everything is fine. You’re safe here. Wick and I took care of things on our end, now all Nik has to do is handle things on hers. It’ll be over soon. For good.”

“God, I hope so.”

She glances over her shoulder as Millie and Tyler make their way towards the house. The latter gently suggesting that their offspring make multiple trips to and from the car, while Millie insists -despite the knapsack on her shoulders, gift bag over her wrist, and the top of a pile of small boxes cradled in her arms reaching her eyebrows- that she’s stronger than she looks and can see ‘just fine’.

“You know….” Esme turns back to Alcott, body leaning into his when he drapes an arm across her shoulders. “...I’ve waited five years for this. To be with him again. I have missed him; every second of every day. I spent four wondering what it would be like; to have him in her life and see them together and hear her call him ‘daddy’. Now it’s happening; it’s all RIGHT HERE. And I am so overwhelmed. With everything I’m feeling.”

“In a good way, I hope.”

“In a very good way. This is all I ever wanted. HE’S all I ever wanted. Everything we talked about…everything we planned together…it’s all finally happening. In this place. That we bought together. And that I never spent a single night inside. It’s a lot, you know? To unpack. And I’m so scared that something…someone…is going to take this all away from me.”

“That’s why you…BOTH OF YOU…need to get out of this life. And stay out of it. Once this is all over, you need to walk away for good. Or something bad WILL happen.”

“I’m ready for that. More than ready. I finally have everything I want. WHO I want. I want to be a wife and a mother. I want to share my bed with the same man every night for the rest of my life. Kiss the same man good morning EVERY morning. I want to make cookies for school bake sales and cheer Millie on while she plays soccer and watch her learn to surf. I want to have another baby. Or two. Or three. I am so ready. For ALL of that.”

“But?”

“I’m worried that he won’t be able to walk away. Or stay away. Not for good. I’m worried he’s always going to be tied to that life somehow. That it will somehow find a way back into our lives. Take him away from us.”

“Have you mentioned all this? Talked to him about it?”

“I haven’t exactly had the chance. I spent a week in and out of consciousness, and another five days trying to build up enough strength just to do shit like feed myself and get myself to the bathroom. There was never a good time to bring up something like THAT.”

“You need to. Just get it all out in the open. Let him know what you’re worried about, what you’re afraid of, all of that. Because it won’t do any good keeping that in. You need to say it. And he needs to hear it.”

“You know what my fear is? My worst nightmare? That he’ll take a job and go somewhere thousands of miles away and something horrible will happen to him. That I’ll lose him. Permanently. And he’ll be stuck there; I won’t have any way of getting him out there and bringing him home.”

“Esme…”

“I couldn’t deal with that. I just couldn’t. I’d never survive it.”

*****

Esme slowly approaches the couch; a sprawled-out Lucy regarding her with wide eyes and her head tilted to the side. While Millie trails a few steps behind, she crouches down in front of the sofa and offers a soft, calm smile.

“Hey girl…hey Lucy…” She holds out the back of her hand to sniff, the dog’s nose wet against her skin. And as recollection of a long lost and missed scent begins to creep in, Lucy’s tail begins to thumb energetically against the cushions. “...do you remember me? It’s been a long time, huh? I missed you. So much.”

The thumping of the tail continues, now accompanied by a butt wiggle and a soft yet happy whimper as Lucy wriggles closer. “Yeah…you remember. We were besties. We did so much together. I’m so sorry…” Ruffling the fur at the nape of Lucy’s neck, Esme then strokes the dog’s ears and scratches under her chin “...that I just up and left like that. I never meant to abandon you.” She leans in to press a kiss to Lucy’s nose. “Thank you, sweet girl. For keeping him company. And keeping an eye on him. Until I could get back to doing it.”

Swiping at loose tears with the back of her hand, she reaches for Millie.“I have someone I want you to meet. Someone I love very much. I had a baby while I was gone. And this is her…” Drawing her daughter to her side, she lays a hand on the top of the little one’s head and presses a kiss to her temple. “...isn’t she beautiful?”

“Hi Lucy…” Millie offers her hand for a sniff. “...I’m Millie. Well, my name is really Amelia, but I like Millie better. Everyone calls me that. I’m going to live here now; with you and my momma and my daddy. That makes us sisters. ‘Cause we have the same mom and dad. Just they adopted you and I was in momma’s tummy.” She giggles when Lucy licks her hand, then slides forward and swipes at her chin with her tongue. “I think she likes me!”

“Why don’t you show her what you got for her? I’m sure she’d love to see.”

“I got you some goodies.” Millie holds aloft a neon pink gift bag, filled with white tissue paper. “Some toys and some treaties. See…” Dumping the contents out onto the couch, she arranges them neatly in their respective groups; food in one pile, play objects in the other). “...I got you all different kinds of stuff. Squeaky balls, rope toys, ones you can chew on, a cool tug of war one that we can play with together! I’ll let you pick which one you want to play with first.”

“I think she’s more interested in learning about you right now.”

“Can I give her some treats? Do you think that’s okay? That daddy won’t mind?”

“He won’t mind at all, believe me. Here…” Selecting one of the bag of treats -duck flavoured- she tears it open; dumping a handful of the small ‘cookies’ into Millie’s palm. “...these are her favourites. Hold your hand out and let her take a sniff. She’ll decide if she wants them or not.”

“She won’t eat my hand, will she?”

“Lucy’s the last dog on earth that would do something like that. She might kiss you to death or you might pass out from her stinky doggy breath, but she’s a lover, not a fighter. The goodest good girl. Aren’t you, Luce?” She smoothes a hand over each of Lucy’s ears and the scruff of her neck, kneading lightly at the fur as Millie offers the treats in her palm. The dog briefly sniffing before hurriedly -and exuberantly- gobbling them up. Causing the four-year-old to dissolve into giggles when the nibbling at her palm turns into enthusiastic lapping at her chin and cheeks. “I knew she’d like you. What’s not to like?”

“We’re going to be besties!” Millie declares, and tosses both arms around Lucy’s wriggling body. “Aren’t we Lucy?!

Tyler’s hand falls on Esme’s shoulder as he joins them. “How’s things down here?”

“Good,” she smiles up at him. “Very good. I think it’s safe to say that Lucy and Millie like each other.”

“We don’t just like each other!” Millie declares, as she lies on her back on the couch; Lucy between her splayed legs, the dog’s stomach pressed against hers. Lucy panting and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her new friend enthusiastically scratches at the ‘sweet spots’ behind her ears. “We LOVE each other!”

“That’s ‘cause Lucy has great taste. Don’tcha girl.” Tyler reaches down to knead the back of the dog’s neck. “Now I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re going to have to share me now. We’ve got extra people in the house. Extra b…”

Esme scowls up at him.

“Ladies. I was going to say LADIES.”

“The hell you were.”

“You know I’m just joking. Trying to get a rise out of ya. Although after the past ten days, I wouldn’t mind if YOU were trying to get a rise out of ME.”

She gives a derisive snort and a roll of the eyes. “You are too much.”

His fingers curl around her bicep when she starts to stand; helping her to her feet before his palm moving to the small of her back as she leans into him. Her body leaning into his as his lips meet the top of her head.

“You guys finished? Get everything inside?”

“Just put everything upstairs for now. We can tackle it later. Or tomorrow. Or whenever. There’s no rush.”

“So…” Alcott takes the stairs two at a time. Enthusiastically clapping and rubbing his hands together as he addresses Millie from the bottom landing. “...who’s ready for their surprise!”

“I am! I’ve been ready since you told me! But…” She nuzzles the top of Lucy’s head with her nose. “...can Lucy come and see it too?”

“The more the merrier. This is definitely a family thing.”

Sliding out from under the dog’s body, Millie jumps to her feet; patting the side of her leg and calling for the dog to follow as Alcott leads the way out of the living room and down the hall. Pausing at the door that belongs to the small three-piece bath just off the kitchen.

“Right in here,” he says, and nods towards the door. “It’s waiting for ya.”

“In here?”

“In there. Go on.”

She reaches for the handle, then pauses. “What is it? What’s in there?”

“It’s a bathroom.”

“But what’s IN the bathroom?”

“Your surprise.”

“But what IS my surprise?”

“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it? Go on. Go see what’s in there.”

Esme’s brows arch quizzically as she glances between Tyler and Alcott. “What are you two up?”

The latter grins. “Just a little something. That we thought would cheer her up, especially after the last couple of weeks she’s had. And we thought it’d help make this new life of hers even better.”

“And just what would make it better? What…?”

“Bea!” Millie’s scream is ear-piercing; bouncing off the ceiling and walls and echoing through the lower level of the house. “Oh…my Bea!” She drops onto her butt in the middle of the floor and scoops the cat into her arms, cuddling her tight to her chest as she sobs into the glistening black fur. A concerned Lucy hurriedly padding into the room; settling herself in a sobbing Millie’s lap as she licks at the tears that stream down the little one’s face. “...I missed you!”

“How?” Esme struggles to hold back her own tears. “How did you…?”

“I had someone bring her to me. Someone I could trust. To get her safely. And here she is. I couldn’t keep a little girl and her best friend apart, could I? It’d already been long enough.”

“This was all you wasn’t it?” Esme glances up at Tyler. “You made this happen.”

“It was my idea. But I had help. Getting it done.”

“I thought you weren’t a cat guy.”

“I’m not.” Smiling, he wraps around her and gatherers into his side. Leaning down to press his lips against her temple. “But I have a feeling this one will grow on me.”

****

It’s before eleven when Esme steps out onto the front porch with Wick, the wood smooth and cool under her bare feet; the light in the front room and a small battery-powered lantern on a small nearby table providing the only illumination. Alcott departed an hour before; needing to get back to his hotel to handle some ‘important business’ before retiring for the night, but not before promising Millie he’d be back to see her in the latter part of the morning. With exhaustion and calm quickly settling in, Tyler tends to tucking Millie into -at her insistence- the confines of her brand new, four-poster bed. A simple piece of furniture that signifies the start of the second bedroom’s transformation; pink and grey camo bedding, the rest of the space a blank canvas for her -with some guidance and help- to turn into her own little sanctuary.

As Wick lingers on the bottom landing, Esme remains at the top of the steps; gathering the sides of the oversized hoodie she sports and wrapping them around her petite frame. “You gonna stick around for a bit? Couple of days at least? Millie would love to spend some time with you. Now that we’re away from all that craziness. And who knows when she’ll see you again.”

“I already said my goodbyes. Or should I say my ‘see you laters’. She knows it won’t be long. Until we see each other.”

“Still, a couple of days would have been nice. Just to sit back and relax. Chat.”

“As much as I wish I could just take it easy, I really need to get back. To New York City. I told Nik I’d help tie up all the loose ends. And I need to meet Charon. We have some…business…to tend to.”

“Business as in Winston.”

He smiles coyly. “The less you know, the better.”

“Do you think the High Table will do anything? That they’ll handle him anyway? For what he did to Tyler? To Millie?”

“They’d be hypocrites if they didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“He broke their most important rule. The biggest one. They’ll forgive some things. Some missteps. But THAT?”

“He deserves to pay for what he did. He could have killed both of them. Taken everything away from me. Everything I had just gotten back. That I spent five years missing and longing for. Winston tried to take that from me. HIM from me. And for what? Some weird, sick ass obsession?”

“He had it in his mind that you were his to have. And to lose. Winston isn’t used to losing.”

“I was never his. I was never going to be. And I certainly never let him think it was a possibility.”

“I think he felt as if he could guilt into it. Being with him. Hold everything he’s done for you over your head. Manipulate you. Until you not only gave in, but gave him what he wanted. EVERYTHING he wanted.”

“Never would have happened. I’d already lived through one asshole gaslighting me for years. I wasn’t falling for it again. And if he had managed to take Tyler and Millie from me, I would have killed myself before it happened. Before EVER being with him.”

“How about we concentrate on the fact he DIDN’T manage to do it. That Millie and Tyler are safe.”

“I think about it every day, believe me. But I also think about how he can’t get away with this. As if it isn’t bad enough that he was so ready, willing, and able to kill Tyler, he was more than okay with taking Millie out in the process. A little girl girl. MY little girl. My baby. And I’m sorry, but he can’t get away with it. He just can’t.”

“And he won’t. I promise you. Winston will be taken care of. You don’t need to know how or at whose hand, but he will be. You just need to trust me.”

“I do. I DO trust you. You know I do. I trust you with my life. With Millie’s life.”

“Your part in all of this is over now. This life? The job? It’s time, Esme. For you to let it go. To just walk away. Not many people in this world get that chance. So you need to take it when you can. Because if you keep even on toe in this pound, you are going to get sucked back in. And this life will swallow you whole. You know it will.”

“It’s hard to walk away when there’s still unfinished business. When it’s so personal.”

“That business will be taken care of. You need to let other people handle it now. What you need to do is go inside and start over again. Start a new life. The one you always wanted. You’ve been given a second chance with Tyler. To be with him. Have a life with him. Make a family together. Do you know how many people wish they could get that? Who's lost someone and will never get them back? Who would love to be in your shoes right now?”

“I know it’s hard for you. To see it. Everything just playing out right in front of you. You can’t get Helen back. And believe me, if there was a way I could change that, I would.”

“I know you would. But you can’t. You can’t do that for me. But what you CAN do? You can make a life for yourself. A REAL life. You can make that man your husband and you can make more babies together and your little girl can have both her mother AND her father. You never wanted all of this. To be in this world. You were never planning on sticking with it for the long haul. Dying some god awful, bloody death like the rest of us.”

“You’re right,” she admits, leaning against the bannister with her arms crossed over her chest. “I didn’t want that. I didn’t plan on doing this forever. And I tried to get out. I DID get out. And then that adjudicator showed up and turned my entire world upside down. Ruined EVERYTHING. I didn’t want to get sucked back in. I was done. I had met someone. I was going to get married. I bought a house. We were planning on always and forever. But it didn’t work out that way, did it.”

“No. It didn’t. You had to wait longer for it. But at least it’s happening. At least you’re getting it.”

Sighing, she reaches up to tuck wayward strands of hair behind her ears.

Climbing the stairs, Wick takes her by the shoulders and turns her towards him. “You can’t bring Helen back. I wish you could. But you know what you can do? For me? You can get the fuck out of this life. And STAY out of it.”

“I’m trying. But knowing that Winston is still out there after what he did…”

“Winston will be handled. Whether it’s by me or Nik or someone else. It’s not your fight anymore. It’s time to let someone else do the heavy carrying. You’ve done enough.”

“It’s my family. That he tried to hurt. It’s my little girl and the love of my life and…”

“And both of them need you. Not the you that’s connected to the job. The you that’s connected to them. You have to let that Esme go. It’s time. You need to be the Esme that they want you to be. That they NEED you to be. They don’t need ‘job Esme’. They need wife Esme. Mom Esme. And you can’t tell me you don’t need that, too.”

“Of course I need it. I WANT it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“It’s done. Your old life. Whatever battles are left, it’s up to other people to finish. And it’s up to you to trust them to do it.”

“That’s a little easier said than done.”

“You’ve trusted me before. Many times. Trust me now.”

“I’ll try. And me saying that is no slight on you. It’s just that this is close to home. So personal. To just hand it over, you know?”

“I know it is. But you have to do it. If not for yourself, for Tyler and Millie.” (lightly squeezes her shoulders and pulls her closer to him, lips meeting and lingering on her brow) “You’re going to be alright, kiddo. You’re safe. And we’re all going to keep it that way.”

“You’ll let me know how things go? In New York?”

“Once things are taken care of, I’ll call you. Like I said, the less you know, the better.”

“And call me when you get there? So I know you arrived safe and sound?”

Wick grins “Yes, mom.”

“Well, I AM a mom. Which technically makes me your ‘mom friend’, so…”

“Speaking of being a mom, you should go and do just that. Tuck your little one in. Give her a hug and a kiss. And a squeeze. From me.”

Smiling, she reaches up to sweep long strands of hair off his forehead and away from his eyes.

“Take care of each other. LOVE each other. And be happy. If anyone deserves that, it’s you.”

Swallowing around a lump of emotion, she stands on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck) “Thank you. For everything. Millie’s alive because of you. If you hadn’t helped that night…”

“I owed you one. Had you not helped me, this whole mess never would have happened. Starting with that adjudicator.”

“One had nothing to do with the other. The adjudicator, Alessio and his family. It’s not connected.”

“One led to the other. Had you not helped me that night…gone against the High Table…the adjudicator would have never had a reason to track you down.”

“How about we just call it even? Because I can tell this isn’t an argument I’m going to get the high ground on.”

“You can’t win them all, kiddo. But you’ve won plenty, that’s for sure.”

“You will be back, right? Some day?”

“Some day.”

“Because you know you’re welcome here. That our door is always open. So don’t be a stranger, alright?”

“Alright.” He gives her a final squeeze, then a kiss on the cheek. “You be good, Esme Drummond.”

“I will,” she promises, and then pulls away, using her fingertips to clear away the tears that manage to escape. Once more leaning against the bannister with her arms crossed over her chest, she watches him descend the steps and limp down the walk, heading for his car.“Hey!” She calls to him after he opens the door, causing him to pause before sliding behind the wheel. “I’ll see you soon, John Wick!”

He grins over the roof of the car. “Not unless I see you first.”

*****

She finds him in the master bedroom, standing at the side of the bed in nothing more than a pair of sweats that sit low on his hips. A duffle bag, one of Esme’s suitcases, and Millie’s wheeled Transformer case open in front of him; rummaging through them and throwing any dirty laundry into a pile near the closet. Clean clothing stacked on the bedside chair)

“Millie asleep?”

“Out like a light. Both Bea and Lucy are in there with her. All three are snoring.”

Sidling up beside him, she reaches into Millie’s suitcase. Closely inspecting a t-shirt to determine if it's clean or dirty. “She gets it from you, you know.”

“Her amazing good looks?”

“Her snoring.”

“So you’re saying she’s ugly? Which she also gets from me?”

“You damn well know that isn’t what I’m saying. She gets both her amazing good looks and her snoring from you. There. Are you happy?”

“I don’t snore.”

“Like hell you don’t.”

“I’m not taking criticism from someone who talks in their sleep. Who I can have full conversations with.”

“I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“You just did it last night.”

“What was I talking about?”

“I don’t know some guy. Tall, handsome, built like a brick house, had a huge dick. Apparently gave you the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.”

“Mmm.” She throws a sweater of Millie’s onto the dirty pile. “Must have been some random hook up in college.”

Tyler scowls.

“Baby, IF I was saying all that, it was obviously you I was talking about. Haven’t we had this conversation before? While I’ve been awake? About how you’re the first guy to achieve the previously impossible? It’s nice not having to rely on myself to get to the finish line.”

“You have dated some real losers, you know that?”

“Not that the list is lengthy by any stretch of the imagination, but yes, yes I have. And I married the biggest one of them all.”

“Maybe your second husband will be a step up.”

“I have a feeling he will be,” she chides and playfully smacks him in the stomach with a dirty sweater. “With some room left over for a little improvement.”

“A little? That’s an understatement.”

“I don’t know. I think he’s pretty perfect already. As is.”

Smiling, he leans down to drop a gentle kiss on the top of their head. “And you have the nerve to call me biassed.”

They work quietly and companionably side by side, and when Millie’s suitcase is finally empty, she moves it from the bed and sets it on the floor. Then takes a seat on the edge of the mattress; watching Tyler, as he continues to work.

“Wick get away alright?”

Esme nods. “Do you think he’s going to be okay? When he gets back to New York?”

“I don’t know. He’s gonna have a lot of big guns after him. Bigger and heavier than the ones that are going to be after me, that’s for sure. But, he’s been in that world a long time. Gone up against a lot of horrible people. And he’s still around to tell about it.”

“I’m worried. About him and Charon. When it comes to the whole dealing with Winston thing.”

“One thing they have on their side is that the High Table is after his ass, too. He broke their number one golden rule, yeah? Drew blood on Continental grounds. If they came after you for a lot less, I like to think they’d fuck him right up.”

“But he sits on the High Table. How willing are they going to be to punish one of their own?”

“You know more about them than I do. I was never caught up on that side of things. Not that I didn’t have a chance to be. It was offered to me. Working under them. More than once.”

“Not many people say ‘no’ to the High Table and get away with it. You’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Didn’t really save me, though. did it? They still found a way to ruin my fucking life.”

“Why didn’t you want to work under them? You could have taken jobs anywhere in the world. You didn’t have to focus on North America. You didn’t even need to step foot inside it at all. Why…?”

“Wasn’t my thing. All the rules, the politics, the bullshit. Less drama working for Nik. Only have one person telling me what to do and when to do it. Not a whole shit load.”

“You are kind of a lone wolf. You do prefer working alone.”

“I don’t know…” He over her, palms flat against the mattress for balance. “... I seem to remember a time I didn’t mind sharing the workload with a hot little brunette.”

“Just the one, huh? No others?”

“Just the one.” His lips briefly brush against hers. “The rest were blondes and redheads..”

Scowling, she places her hands on his chest and attempts to push him away.. “Oh fuck you, Tyler!”

Chuckling, he presses a kiss to her cheek and the side of her neck before returning to the task in front of him. She watches his hands as he works; strong enough to break bones and take a life, but capable of breathtaking tenderness. Long fingers and misshapen knuckles; various scars and imperfections that mar his skin. And his forearms; one of the features she’d immediately noticed when they first met. And she’s about to offer a cheeky comment when she notices the expression on his face; the darkened eyes and the furrowed brow.

“Part of you wishes you were there, doesn’t it.”

“Where?”

“New York City. Taking care of Winston yourself. Or at least helping.”

“I won’t lie, revenge is at the top of my list of wants.”

“Mine too. He can’t get away with it; trying to kill you, putting Millie in danger. It doesn’t seem fair that he could just walk away from it at all.”

“He won’t. There’s enough people out there making sure that won’t happen.”

“You’re not going to be one of them, are you? I’m not going to wake up in the morning and find out you took off in the middle of the night? Went back to the states to handle things yourself?”

“You’re not honestly asking me that are you? You can’t be serious.”

“I know how powerful revenge can be. And I know the lines that Winston crossed. Putting Millie in danger, the things he said about me in that basement, the…”

“I’m exactly where I need to be. Where I WANT to be. All that matters to me is keeping you and Millie safe. And if someone DOES decide to try something stupid and I’m not here…”

“You don’t think that’ll happen, do you? That Alessio will send someone? Or that Winston will track us down? You don’t…”

“I think you’re safe with me. You BOTH are.”

“I don’t doubt that. I know what you’re capable of. And I know you’d stop at nothing to protect us. But…”

“You and Millie are safe here. And I’m going to keep it that way. Do I know for sure they’ll send people? No. Would I put it past them? Also no. But I’m not worried. They can send all the people they want. They can send a goddamn army. I will destroy each and every one of them.”

She blinks at the brutal honesty and the anger in his voice; watching as he gathers up the empty suitcases and stashes them in the far corner of the room. Once more joining her, he drops heavily onto his back in the middle of the bed; a forearm over his eyes, his free hand reaching out to slip under both the hoodie and the tank she wears underneath. Calloused fingertips repeatedly skimming across the small of her back, travelling slowly from hip to hip.

Esme stretches out alongside him. On her side with a leg draped over one of his; her mouth placing a series of kisses along the line of his jaw and at the corner of his mouth before resting her head on his chest. Her eyes closed as her fingertips trace the various scars and tattoos that inhabit the right side of his torso. Unsure of how much time passes as they lay there; breathing in each other’s familiar scents, enjoying the warmth that radiates from one another’s bodies, relaxed by the sounds of their soft, rhythmic breathing.

He stirs against her; removing the forearm over his eyes and his palm moving to cup the back of her head. Thumb and fingers pushing through her hair to gently knead her skin, his lips meeting her brow.

“I thought we could just stay in the guest room. For now anyway.”

Esme frowns. “What’s wrong with in here?.”

“Delaney was in here. Right before I left for New York City.”

Reaching up, her hand briefly rests on the top of his head before her fingers push through the longer strands of hair.. “For what it’s worth, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, well it bothers me.”

Opening her eyes, she raises her head and places her chin on his chest, smiling up at him.

“In a couple of days we can head into town. Buy new stuff. Just start right from scratch. Make the room ours. No one else. Just you and me.”

“You know, oddly enough, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Come on, give me some credit. I’ve had better moments than THAT.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like much to you, but for THAT to bother you? To not want to share what goes on in here with someone else? Just keep it between us? That’s pretty intense, babe. No one would expect that from a guy like you.”

“A guy like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know, the strong, silent type that’s capable of killing a man a thousand ways with his bare hands.”

“For your information, my hands can do a lot more than that.”

“Oh believe me…” She nuzzles the long-healed bullet wound on his neck with her nose, then runs the tip of her tongue along the lines of his tattoo. “...I know what those hands are capable of.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

“You should know by now that you don’t have to put that much effort into it. If any.”

She giggles against his cheek, her hands shoving their way into his hair when he kisses her; the long, languid, and delicious movements of closed mouth upon closed mouth. A rough, calloused palm begins a slow exploration of her clothed body; travelling over dips and curves, lightly squeezing, softly cupping. And he both hears and feels her sigh into his mouth when he intensifies the moment; pulling away briefly to glide the tip of his tongue over her top lip before aggressively pushing its way way inside of her mouth. Eyes closing and a shiver passing through her when his mouth abandons hers in favour of finding her neck; gently suckling and nibbling at the skin as his free hand pulls open her hoodie and exposes his collarbone.

Her entire body arches off the bed when teeth, lips, and tongue slowly make their way from one shoulder to the other; violently shuddering when the scruff of his beard brushes against the skin just above the neckline of her tank top. Keeping one hand buried in his hair, the other explores the bulging and rippling muscles in his neck and shoulders; tracing scars and tattoos by memories until he moves further down the bed and she loses all contact. Body tension in anticipation when a lone finger slides up the hem of her shirt; the calloused tip gliding across her stomach and drawing a perfect circle around her navel. Toes curling and goosebumps invading her flesh when he aggressively pushes the fabric of her shirt up to the hollow of her throat; his mouth placing a trail of warm, moist kisses from the top of her belly button to the valley between her breasts. And he groans in annoyance and disappointment when she suddenly yanks at his hair, forcing him to look up at her.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Right now? Can’t it wait? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Right now,” she confirms, and he gives a sigh and rolls onto his side, hand pulling down her tank top, then settling on her stomach.

“We gotta do this fully clothed. Or I won’t hear a damn word you’re saying.”

“You’re half naked,” she points out. “How’s that fair?”

“I’m not as distracting as you are.” Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, he uses a fingertip to clear strands of hair away from the sides of her face. “You okay? Is this something I need to worry about?”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean…” She chews on her bottom lip. “No. You don’t need to worry. And yes, I’m alright.”

“What do you want to tell me?”

Rolling onto her stomach, Esme places her chin on his chest. “You have to promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s kind of weird. Silly. Well, at least to me, it is.”

“I would never laugh at you. Or make fun of you. Unless it was about your height.”

Giving a small chuckle, she uses the pad of her thumb to trace the scars on his left shoulder. One a military injury he’d suffered years before he’d met her, the other left from the surgery he’d endured after the nightmare in Dhaka. “It IS kind of embarrassing.”

“How short you are?”

“No.” She playfully tugs at the hair on the underside of his chin. “What I’m going to tell you.”

“I thought we got over that a long time ago; being worried about telling each other things. I’m the last person you should feel embarrassed around. I mean, you’ve seen me with a tube up my dick so I could take a piss. You used to help me to the bathroom when I was in the hospital. It doesn’t get much more embarrassing than that.”

“You might change your mind after you hear this.”

“It can’t be that bad.” Combing his fingers through her hair, his hand briefly settles on the nape of her neck, gently squeezing before sliding under the hem of her shirt and resting in the space between her shoulders. Fingertips tracing slow, repetitive circles over bare, smooth skin. Just tell me.”

Sighing, she scrapes a nail along his beard. “I’m nervous.”

“About what?”

“That’s just it. I don’t know. And it makes no sense. I have no reason to be. But I feel shy and awkward; like we’re some couple just fresh into a relationship. We spent a year together. We shared a life. A bed. We were planning to get married. We wanted to have babies. We bought a house.”

“Five years was a long time. To spend apart.”

“But it came so easily to us. When we were back together. We still had that vibe, you know? We still fit together. Like we were never even apart. At least that’s how it felt to me. There was no hesitation. Not anxiety. We just went back to the way we were. Or close to it, anyway. That’s how it was for me. It wasn’t for you?”

“It was. Which is kind of scary in its own way. It should have been awkward. Considering how things ended.”

“But it wasn’t. And DID things end? For either of us? I may have walked away and a lot of time may have passed, but was it ever REALLY over?”

“No,” he admits. “It wasn’t.”

“Look how easy it came back to us. In New York City. Yeah, there was a lot of hurt and anger and I dropped a whole load of shit into your lap, but..”

“There was nothing shit about it. You showing back, finding out about Millie…”

“...things were still there. Between us. We still loved each other. And it was like we went back to how we were. We were always comfortable with each other; we always talked about anything and everything and nothing ever felt complicated or strange. Not even those first days in Dhaka. Am I making any sense at all?”

Tyler nods.

“So why am I nervous now? Why do I feel like this awkward little schoolgirl who’s getting ready for her first hook-up? It’s silly, right? For me to feel this way?”

“I don’t know. I feel a little nervous, too.”

“Really?”

“It was different in New York City. A lot was going on; between us and with the job and Winston and his bullshit. We didn’t really have time to sit down and think about things. We barely had time to catch our breath, some days.”

“I don’t want you to think it’s a bad thing. How I’m feeling. Because it’s not. There could never be anything bad with us. It’s just overwhelming. Being here…in this place…with you.”

“Do you want to maybe get something else?” Looping hair behind her ears, he skims his knuckles over her cheek. The cuts and bruises nearly fully healed. “Put this place up for sale and…?”

“No. That’s the last thing I want. It’s not about you or this place. Not in a negative way, anyway. It’s just so surreal. That we’re actually here. I spent five years wanting this; missing you and wishing things could be different. And now they are. Somehow we found our way back here. To each other.”

“You’re not the only one that spent five years wanting that.”

“You feel it too, don’t you? How overwhelming it is? In this chaotic, beautiful way? I KNOW you feel it. Because I KNOW you. I know your heart, Tyler. I know how deeply you feel things. How POWERFULLY you feel them. So I know I’m not alone in this.”

“It is a little…” He chooses his words wisely. “...scary.”

“I don’t want to screw this up. I did that once. I don’t want it to happen again.”

“It won’t.” Fingertips glide up her back and over the nape of her neck, hand cupping the back of her head and pulling her towards him; lips meeting hers in a long, soft kiss. His eyes riveted on hers as he brushes the knuckles off his free hand over the swell of her cheek; following the line of her jaw before cupping her chin in his palm, his thumb grazing over her lips.

“I can’t lose you. Not when I just got you back. I can’t lose THIS. We’re finally getting what we wanted. What we planned. We get to raise Millie together. Make an amazing life. Have more babies. Grow old and gray together. And if something takes you out of the equation…”

“I’m not going anywhere. Nothing’s going to happen to me. This is it. Once the mess in New York has been cleaned up and things are finished for good, we don’t have to worry about that life ever again.”

“Promise? Promise me you won’t go back to that.”

“I won’t go back,” he vows and pulls her into another kiss. Longer and deeper, tinged with urgency and desperation. Hunger.

Instead of pursuing it, he wraps her in his arms and rolls onto his back. Lips meeting her forehead before she tucks her face into that safe, warm place between his neck and shoulder.

“You’re home now, Esme.” His hand once more slips up the back of her sweater and tank top, fingertips ghosting along the length of her spine. “Where you belong. Where you’ve ALWAYS belonged.”

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🏠 27 County Road 950 📪 Brookland, AR 72417 🛏 Bedrooms: 5 | 🛁 Bathrooms: 2.5 📐 Sq Ft: 3,395 | 📏 Acres: 7 💲 Price: $499,000

Welcome to the epitome of luxury living! This stunning updated farmhouse-style estate boasts an array of features that will leave you awe-inspired. As you walk through the front door, you'll be immediately drawn to the elegant marble countertops, and quartz kitchen island that sets the tone for the entire house. The exquisite marble back splash creates a captivating visual appeal, while the one-year-old luxury vinyl flooring throughout adds to the overall charm and warmth of the home. You'll be delighted to find five spacious bedrooms, providing ample space for all your family's needs. The house is situated on an expansive seven-acre lot, offering a tranquil and private retreat. The new windows and one-year-old roof ensure that the home is energy-efficient and well-maintained. The wood chute and real wood fireplace provide the perfect ambiance for cozy winter nights, while the porcelain farmhouse sink adds to the home's rustic charm. This house is truly a dream come true, with its perfect blend of elegance, style, and functionality. But wait, there's more! This spectacular house also features a wrap-around porch that is perfect for enjoying the beautiful outdoors and soaking up the sunshine. The house has been freshly painted, giving it a modern and updated look. The driveway has been sealed, ensuring that it is in excellent condition and ready to welcome you home. As you drive up the long paved driveway, you'll be impressed by the new trees that have been planted, adding to the home's curb appeal and creating a peaceful and serene environment. For those warm summer days, you'll love the above-ground pool with deck, perfect for entertaining friends and family or simply relaxing on your own. The new lighting fixtures throughout the house provide a bright and welcoming atmosphere, creating the perfect ambiance for any occasion. With all these features and more, this house is truly a one-of-a-kind gem. Don't miss this opportunity to own this breathtakingly beautiful home! Call us today to schedule a viewing and experience the perfect harmony of luxury and comfort.

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Adani The Views #Ghatkopar East MahaRARA no: P51900031165 | P51900033194 Have you ever viewed the city in all its glory from 200 Ft. above ground? Now you can, from the comfort of your new home. From your balcony and windows, you can take in the serenity of the mangroves from a perspective seldom seen before, watch the Eastern Express Highway light up at night with a dazzling display of whizzing car lights, and view the city’s skyline in the distance without the bustle that accompanies it. Wherever you look, it’s a sight to behold, for hours on end. Premium 2, 2.5 BHK With Deck Starting Price: ₹ 2.49 Cr* Project Highlights -2.5 acre Freehold land | 4 Towers of 21 Storey -JAIN DERASAR in the project -Mesmerising Views - Mangroves & Greenery -Vastu-Compliant Homes & Bedrooms. World-Class Amenities -Excellent Connectivity - Off Eastern Express Highway; 20 mins from BKC -IGBC Pre-Certified Gold Rated Building -Possession: June 2025 Project Amenities -Zumba, Aerobic, Yoga -Library -Spa & Saloon Services -Curated Conversation Spaces for residents -Games Room -Gymnasium -Kids and Toddlers Pay Area -Club House -Jogging Track -Infinite Edge Swimming Pool Connectivity -Ghatkopar Railway station - 2 kms -R city mall - 3 kms -BKC - 5 kms -Metro 1A - 2.1 kms -SCLR - 5 mins drive #AdaniTheViews #GhatkoparEast #LuxuryLiving #SkylineViews #CityInSight #VastuHomes #PremiumApartments #UrbanOasis #ModernAmenities #HomeSweetHome #InvestmentOpportunity #MahaRERA #SereneLiving #NatureViews #CityLife #RealEstateIndia #LuxuryRealEstate #UpcomingPossession2025 #EasternExpressHighway #GreenLiving 🌳🏙️🏡

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Essential Tips for Buying a Garden Pool: What You Need to Know Before You Gartenpool Kaufen

If you're considering transforming your backyard into a private oasis, buying a garden pool can be a fantastic choice. The thought of relaxing by your own pool or enjoying poolside parties is enticing, but making an informed decision requires careful planning. This article will guide you through essential tips for buying a garden pool, or as it’s called in German, gartenpool kaufen.

1. Assess Your Needs and Preferences

Before you dive into the pool-buying process, it’s crucial to evaluate your needs and preferences. Ask yourself what you want to achieve with your garden pool. Are you looking for a place to swim laps, a spot for family fun, or a luxurious retreat? Understanding your primary use will help you choose the right type and size of pool. Additionally, consider how much maintenance you're willing to handle and whether you want features like heating or advanced filtration systems.

2. Determine the Right Type of Pool

When you start researching garden pools, you’ll find several types available:

Above-Ground Pools: These are typically more affordable and easier to install. They are a good choice if you’re looking for a temporary or less permanent solution.

In-Ground Pools: Offering a more permanent and often more aesthetically pleasing solution, in-ground pools come in various materials, including concrete, fiberglass, and vinyl-lined. Each material has its advantages in terms of durability, maintenance, and cost.

Semi-In-Ground Pools: These pools are partially buried, combining features of both above-ground and in-ground pools. They offer the aesthetic appeal of an in-ground pool while being less expensive and easier to install.

Deciding on the type of pool that suits your needs will significantly influence the rest of your decision-making process.

3. Consider Your Space and Layout

The size and layout of your garden will play a major role in determining the type of pool you can install. Measure your available space and think about how the pool will fit into your garden’s overall design. Ensure there's enough room not only for the pool itself but also for surrounding features like decking, landscaping, and safety barriers. Consulting with a professional can help you visualize how different pool sizes and shapes will fit into your garden.

4. Set a Realistic Budget

When planning to "gartenpool kaufen," budget is a crucial factor. Pools can range from a few thousand to several tens of thousands of dollars, depending on size, type, and features. Beyond the initial purchase price, consider ongoing costs such as maintenance, utilities, and potential repairs. Establishing a realistic budget will help you narrow down your options and avoid overspending.

5. Evaluate Installation and Maintenance Requirements

Installation and maintenance are key considerations when buying a garden pool. Above-ground pools generally require less installation work compared to in-ground pools, which involve excavation and more complex setup. Ensure that you understand the installation process and any associated costs.

Maintenance is another important factor. Pools require regular cleaning, water balancing, and equipment upkeep. Some pool types and materials may be easier to maintain than others, so choose one that fits your willingness and ability to perform these tasks.

6. Explore Pool Features and Add-Ons

Modern garden pools come with a variety of features and add-ons that can enhance your experience. Consider options like:

Heating Systems: Extend your swimming season with a pool heater.

Lighting: Add ambiance with underwater or surrounding pool lights.

Covers: Invest in a pool cover to maintain water temperature and reduce cleaning.

Water Features: Waterfalls, fountains, and jets can add a touch of luxury.

Think about which features are most important to you and how they will fit within your budget and space.

7. Research Local Regulations and Permits

Before purchasing a garden pool, familiarize yourself with local regulations and permitting requirements. Many areas have specific codes related to pool safety, fencing, and drainage. Ensuring that your pool complies with these regulations is crucial for both safety and legal reasons.

8. Select a Reputable Pool Dealer or Installer

Choosing a reliable pool dealer or installer is essential for a smooth purchasing process and successful installation. Look for companies with a good reputation, positive customer reviews, and appropriate licenses. Ask for references and verify the quality of their previous work. A professional will help you navigate the buying process, offer valuable advice, and ensure that your pool is installed correctly.

9. Plan for Safety

Safety should be a top priority when buying a garden pool. Install appropriate fencing or barriers to prevent accidental falls, especially if you have children or pets. Consider adding safety covers and pool alarms to further enhance security. Proper safety measures will give you peace of mind and ensure that your pool is a safe environment for everyone.

10. Think Long-Term

Finally, think about the long-term aspects of owning a garden pool. Regular maintenance, potential upgrades, and the longevity of your pool are important factors to consider. Choose durable materials and high-quality equipment to minimize future issues and ensure that your pool remains a valuable asset for years to come.

Conclusion

Buying a garden pool, or "gartenpool kaufen," is a significant investment that can bring immense enjoyment and relaxation to your home. By assessing your needs, understanding the types of pools available, setting a budget, and considering installation and maintenance, you can make an informed decision that meets your expectations. Don’t forget to prioritize safety and choose a reputable dealer to ensure a successful purchase and installation process. With careful planning and consideration, you’ll be well on your way to enjoying your new garden pool for many years to come.

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Dive into Fun Fast: The Allure of Readymade Swimming Pools

Imagine diving into a cool, refreshing pool on a hot summer day. Swimming pool construction can turn that dream into reality! This guide will give you a basic understanding of the process, so you can create your own backyard oasis.

Deciding on Your Dream Pool:

In-ground vs. Above-ground:

In-ground pools are permanent additions built below ground. They offer more customization options in terms of size, shape, and features.

Above-ground pools are a more affordable option, perfect for smaller yards or those wanting a quicker installation.

Location, Location, Location: Consider factors like sunlight, existing structures, and ease of access when choosing your pool's location.

Material Matters: Popular pool materials include concrete, fiberglass, and vinyl liner. Each offers unique advantages in terms of durability, aesthetics, and cost.

The Construction Process:

Planning and Permits: Work with a licensed pool contractor to design your dream pool and navigate the permitting process.

Excavation and Foundation: For in-ground pools, the groundwork will involve digging and preparing the base for the pool structure.

Building the Shell: This stage involves constructing the core structure of your pool using your chosen material.

Plumbing and Electrical: The filtration system, cleaning equipment, and lighting will be installed during this phase.

Interior Finish: This is where your pool comes alive! Choose from different finishes for the pool walls and floor.

Decking and Surrounding Area: Don't forget the finishing touches! Choose beautiful decking material and consider landscaping to create a complete poolside experience.

Finding the Right Pool Builder:

Experience and Reputation: Look for a licensed contractor with a proven track record of building high-quality pools.

Communication is Key: Choose a contractor who listens to your vision and keeps you informed throughout the process.

Get Quotes: Compare quotes from several contractors to ensure you're getting a fair price.

Building a swimming pool is an exciting investment that can add value to your home and provide years of enjoyment. By understanding the process and choosing the right builder, you can transform your backyard into a cherished oasis!

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What is the cost and process of installing an above ground pool?

Cost and Process of Installing an Above-Ground Pool

Installing a above ground pool is an inexpensive and simple option to enjoy swimming at home.

Cost: Prices normally range from $1,500 to $5,000, depending on size, quality, and optional extras such as decking or landscaping. Some higher-end models or specialized installations may go over this limit.

Process:

Choose the Pool: Determine the appropriate size, shape, and material for your budget and available area.

Set Up the Site: Choose a flat section of your yard and clean it of clutter. You may need to level the ground, which may entail removing grass and installing a sand or concrete foundation.

Assemble the Pool: Follow the manufacturer's directions to put together the pool frame and liner. This typically requires some simple tools and can take a day or two.

Install the Pump and Filter: Set up the pool's filtration system to keep the water clean and safe.

Fill with Water: Fill the pool with water using a garden hose or hire a water delivery service.

Treat the Water: Balance the pool's chemicals, such as chlorine and pH levels, to ensure a safe swimming environment.

With appropriate construction and care, an above-ground pool may give years of fun and relaxation.

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Very special house for my fellow pink lovers. (Already I don't like the modern windows, though.) Victorian Barbie is a 1900 home in Hudson, Wisconsin. 7bds, 4ba, $1.1M. Let's go inside! Barbie Dreamhouse, Victorian Style! But, that's not all- half the house is goth. I NEED this house!

OMG, natural wood lovers will faint! (I kinda love it, though.) It's a single family residence, but also a licensed Airbnb, so there's a separate owner's living quarters.

I want the furniture and everything.

Full wall of built-ins in the dining room.

Barbie wallpaper in the powder room.

One of 2 kitchens. Look at the black farm sink. This is too cool.

Gorgeous landing.

Pink hallway. Look at that, they have a vintage hairdryer chair.

Barbie's Victorian bedroom.

This is the owner's kitchen. Nope.

Owner's living room. I want the pink side.

The owner's bedroom is huge, decorated in gothic style, and has a stripper's pole. I would rent this out as the Airbnb.

Owner's en-suite.

The owner likes gothic decor. Hmmm, this is so cool, though, the best of both worlds (but that kitchen has to be redone).

Goth bathroom.

The attic has bedrooms and a theater decorated in a gothic theme.

Beautiful attic room.

Another beautiful attic bedroom.

Home cinema.

Double bedroom. Oooh, gold and black. This is nice- a jungle theme.

Outside is a deck with a large above-ground pool, and a hot tub.

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M3M Latitude: Experience Luxury in the Heart of Gurgaon

At present, Gurgaon is one of the most remarkable sites for real estate properties. And this is because of its status as a dynamic, technical and corporate hub, hosting world-class businesses and developers like M3M. This is also the reason behind the increasing demand for residential properties in Gurgaon. Being the part of real estate industry for years, the experts of Aryan Realty Infratech know each aspect of the real estate industry of Gurgaon. We are working as a real estate advisor, and have robust collaboration with most reputed real estate developers. Over the past few years, there has been a significant increase in property values and the demand for residential properties. So, to meet those demands of our customers we are presenting a luxurious residential property the M3M Latitude in Sector 65 Gurgaon from the most prominent real estate developers the M3M Developers.

About M3M Latitude Gurgaon: -

M3M Latitude represents the quality of living and comes with unmatched comfort, cutting-edge facilities, and unique features. the property offers a higher standard of living, M3M Latitude Floor Plan frequently have prestige, excellent locations, and cutting-edge security features.  its potential value, investment and smart technology further highlight the significance of the M3M Latitude Gurgaon deluxe residential property. Surrounded by boundless green space, M3M Latitude offers a distinctive lifestyle. The property is best for those, seeking a home that combines convenience, luxury, and long-term value.

The rooftop terrace and café provide stunning 360-degree views, making it the ideal place to unwind and take in the surroundings.

The Crystal Club is a famous rooftop lounge and observatory deck that is 130 meters above the earth and impresses every single guest.

Features and Amenities of M3M Latitude: -

Advanced and world-class architecture

Highly efficient floor planning and interior designs 

High-rise buildings with alluring lightening 

Energy-efficient apartments

Smart technologies like modular kitchens, smart bathrooms etc

All the apartments in the M3M Latitude offer separate balconies, maximum natural light and proper ventilation systems.

Proximity to the international airport, schools, colleges, healthcare centres, banks and metro stations.

Amenities: 

The wooden laminated flooring, in bedrooms and Italian marble used in the dining and living areas to make it classier and aesthetic.

5 high-speed elevators one lift and four-floor underground parking make it more organized.

Most advanced and robust security system

Most luxurious facilities like one infinity pool, and one swimming pool at ground level. 

Green parks, we organized a gym, Spa, Jacuzzi, Suna, and squash court

The M3M Latitude Brochure will guide you more about the facilities and features of the project. To get the brochure contact our team or visit the website.

How Aryan Realty Infratech will help you with the buying process: -

The tea of Aryan Realty Infratech value for your time and money so, with our extensive network in the real estate industry we add the pace to the process. The reputed real estate developers, bankers, and Lawyers are an important part of our network. We emphasize our customer’s demands and preferences and our experts assist the clients throughout the process. We appoint a responsible team and an experienced project manager to assist you from choosing the right property to closing the deal. We provide our clients the insights into pricing and market trends to save them money. As we know the importance of budget, our team offers a wide range of property options to our customers and helps them to choose the right one according to their allowance and preferences. So, contact our team to buy a luxurious apartment in M3M Latitude Gurgaon and enjoy a cost-effective and hassle-free buying process.

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The Art of Building Bliss: Swimming Pool Construction Costs Demystified

Welcome to the world of aquatic luxury! The dream of having a swimming pool in your backyard is both exciting and rewarding. However, the journey from envisioning your oasis to diving into crystal-clear waters involves understanding the intricacies of swimming pool construction costs. In this guide, we'll break down the essential elements of building a pool, helping you navigate the process without drowning in confusion.

Planning Your Pool

Before diving into the costs, it's crucial to plan your dream pool thoroughly. Consider factors like pool type (e.g., inground, above ground), size, shape, and additional features (e.g., diving boards and waterfalls). Your choices here significantly impact the overall cost, so take your time and visualize the pool that aligns with your lifestyle.

Construction Basics

Understanding the construction process is key to demystifying pool costs. A typical swimming pool involves excavation, framing, plumbing, electrical work, and finishing touches. Each step contributes to the overall cost, so it's important to work with a reputable contractor who can provide a transparent breakdown.

Materials Matter

The materials you choose for your pool can greatly affect construction costs. From durable concrete to cost-effective vinyl, each material has its pros and cons. Factor in maintenance costs and longevity when making your decision, ensuring your investment pays off in the long run.

Pool Accessories

Enhance your pool experience with accessories like lighting, heating systems, and safety features. While these additions can elevate your pool to a new level of luxury, they also contribute to the overall expenses. Prioritize what matters most to you and your family to keep costs within your budget.

Landscaping and Decking

Creating a tranquil oasis involves more than just the pool itself. Landscaping and decking contribute to the overall aesthetics of your outdoor space. From lush greenery to stylish deck designs, these elements add to the ambiance but also impact the construction budget.

Permits and Regulations

Navigating the bureaucratic waters is an inevitable part of pool construction. Permits, zoning regulations, and safety codes vary by location and can influence costs. Make sure to factor in these administrative requirements from the start to avoid unexpected expenses.

Conclusion

Building your dream pool is an art that requires careful consideration of various elements. By understanding the planning, construction, materials, accessories, landscaping, and regulatory aspects, you can approach the process with confidence. Remember, the key to a successful project is partnering with a trustworthy pool construction company.

As you embark on this exciting journey, consider partnering with a reliable pool construction company that understands your vision. At Suffix Creative Pools Pvt Ltd, we specialize in turning dreams into reality. Our team of experts is committed to delivering high-quality, customized pool solutions without compromising your budget. With transparent pricing and a reputation for excellence, Suffix Creative Pools Pvt Ltd is your trusted partner in building the pool of your dreams. Contact us today to bring the art of blissful swimming pool construction to your backyard!

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Open House today!

1010 Pier Branch Rd

A private sanctuary in Dripping Springs!

Situated on a sprawling 1.56-acre lot in Sunset Canyon, this remarkable home offers the best of both worlds: the serenity of country living surrounded by nature, while enjoying easy access to city amenities. Step inside & be greeted by the warm embrace of this charming 4 bedroom, 2-1/2 bath home. Soaring vaulted ceilings, a spacious kitchen & stone fireplace help create an open & inviting atmosphere, perfect for gatherings with loved ones.....or Escape to your very own outdoor retreat, complete with a private, treed backyard featuring an above-ground pool & deck, small pond & waterfall.

If you or anyone you know has questions about the market or needs help buying, selling or renting a home give us a call.

We are glad to help!

Jeff & Renee McCharen

Realtors ~ Team Price

Jeff (512) 779-5668

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"Cost of Pool in Arizona: Factors to Consider and Pricing Guide"

Introduction:

If you're dreaming of having a pool in your Arizona backyard, it's important to understand the associated costs. Pools are a popular addition to properties in this sunny state, providing a refreshing escape from the scorching heat. In this article, we will explore the factors that influence the cost of a pool in Arizona and provide you with a helpful pricing guide to assist you in planning your pool project.

Factors Affecting Pool Costs:

Pool Size and Type: The size and type of pool you choose will significantly impact the cost. Larger pools with complex designs or features like waterfalls or spas tend to be more expensive than smaller, basic pools.

Pool Material: The material used for the pool's construction will influence the cost. Common pool materials in Arizona include fiberglass, vinyl, and concrete. Concrete pools are generally the most expensive due to their durability and customization options.

Site Preparation: Before pool construction begins, the site must be prepared. This may involve excavation, removal of trees or debris, and leveling the ground. The complexity of site preparation can affect the overall cost.

Additional Features: Consider any extra features you desire, such as water features, lighting, heating systems, pool covers, or automation systems. These features can enhance your pool experience but will add to the total cost.

Permits and Regulations: Obtaining the necessary permits and complying with local regulations are essential and may involve fees. It's crucial to consult with a professional to ensure compliance with all legal requirements.

Pricing Guide:

While it's difficult to provide an exact cost without specific project details, we can offer a general pricing guide based on average pool costs in Arizona:

Basic Inground Pool: A simple, no-frills inground pool can start around $25,000 to $30,000.

Mid-Range Inground Pool: Pools with additional features, such as a spa or custom shape, typically range from $35,000 to $50,000.

High-End Inground Pool: Intricate designs, premium materials, and extensive customization can push the cost of an inground pool beyond $50,000.

Above-Ground Pool: These pools are generally more affordable, with prices ranging from $3,000 to $8,000, depending on the size and features.

It's important to note that these are rough estimates, and prices can vary significantly based on the factors mentioned earlier. Additionally, other expenses like landscaping, decking, and fencing should be considered when budgeting for your pool project.

Conclusion:

Adding a pool to your Arizona property can provide endless hours of enjoyment and relaxation. Understanding the factors that influence pool costs, such as size, material, features, site preparation, and permits, is crucial for planning and budgeting. By considering these factors and using our pricing guide as a starting point, you can make an informed decision about the cost of a pool that aligns with your budget and preferences. Remember to consult with pool professionals to get accurate estimates tailored to your specific project.

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Estimating In-Ground Pool Prices

This article sums up key variables while estimating inground pool prices. Expenses can shift enormously, yet the intent of this article is to be certain you think through every one of the choices accessible while considering a subterranean family pool, and keep away from conceivable cold feet as you are getting the bid from a worker for hire.

Subterranean pool cost ranges are reliant an incredible arrangement on how special you try your final outcome. A deck, scene plans, hardscapes, furnishings, wall choices, alongside extra conveniences quite often twofold a passage level subterranean pool building cost. For instance, any time you choose to burn through $25,000 for a medium-sized swimming region, you can expect to commit practically that sum a subsequent time on additional items before your pool region has been finished.

Developers consider numerous focal regions while constructing an in-ground gauge. The type of soil uncovered can influence how much cash charged, as exorbitant chiseling and blasting are called for in the event that bedrock is found. Existing water alongside sewage lines, tree stumps, concrete pieces, in addition to enormous stones are habitually found resulting in added digging and removal charges. Using in-ground vinyl pool liners calls for reinforcement development fabricated which the liner then sticks to, and solidify pools require directing the material into iron re-bar confine structures. Water hoses, a water siphon, alongside channel frameworks are regularly a piece of the bid approximations. Developers overall give the permit charge to the pool purchaser, and furthermore add some extra for his work acquiring and attaining licenses from city administrators. Developers quite often add extract expense and removal charges in the bid, however regularly leave the deals charge off the initial bid. Be certain to add region deals charge, as this adds a lot of cost on top of the combined sum. Click to read more Pools

There are significant angles affecting subterranean pool dollar figures. Shape is basic, as pre-assembled choices call for diminished work during development, and cost less. Square shape molded pools with a typical aspect will be less expensive when contrasted with custom roundabout, "kidney", or "L" setups. Family pools are quite often vinyl-lined, concrete, gunite or shotcrete, or fiberglass, and each can be different in building cost figures. When in doubt, shallow or game pools are less expensive to carry out contrasted with a jump pool, as there is a lesser measure of soil that must be recovered. The greater the pool limit, the more prominent the get together sum, as a result of burrowing a greater depression, extra retaining wall alongside base backings, and better siphon and channel contemplations. Electrical may not be appended to the settled upon bid. Water lines alongside maybe gas lines must be fitted, in addition to extravagance conveniences (water falls, a fountain, and others). The farther the swimming region is fabricated away from energy access, specifically water, electric, and gas, the more prominent the expense to install line, lines, and course. The area for the water flow gear, channel, and radiator additionally influences the expense. Could your dwelling at any point oblige cumbersome gear that can then be acquired, or will pool developers be expected to bring in smaller and costlier hand-worked hardware?

Sums for subterranean family pools can shift anyplace from about $15,000 for a reasonable and simple to carry out pool, to above $40,000 for a custom concrete pool with a lot of accents. Be mindful of charges which contrast a lot founded on region work expenses and options in every expansion as recorded previously.

A lot of additional items can add significantly more all out cost to subterranean lawn pools. Extra establishment parts, including extra re-bar in concrete to abstain from cracking, are fundamental. Subterranean plans quite often require a fundamental wellbeing obstruction all over the swimming region or the total patio, according to region regulations. Likewise normally viewed as vital are auto-closing wall boards with equipment that nearby the entryways also. Do you want a fundamental 4 foot chain-link wall, or a 6 foot iron wall joined by improving metalwork? Decking is a need, as the pool coping is joined to the deck. Several choices comprise of blended or imprinted concrete, block paver, artistic tile, alongside all-normal stone. Diving sheets and pool slides are attractive, yet know; property holder insurance charges can climb if adding a water slide.

Extra illumination, stepping stools, hand railing, alongside step areas are only a couple of decisions that can be added. In-pool cleaners, robotized substance conveyance apparatuses, pool electric warmers, saunas or hot tubs, water falls, or fountains all are instances of pool frill. Pool covers are accessible as manual, computerized, over the pool level, or implanted in the pool coping. Both similarly accompanied usefulness and stylish viewpoints.

It is not difficult to commit a further $12,000 to $40,000 over the fundamental subterranean pool sum straightforwardly on extras. Close by subterranean pool pricing, alongside additional items recently referenced, outright sums to dig a pool down into the soil can vary from $31,000 to $80,0000, while perhaps not more. Look into building your pool previously or after top season for a potential markdown from the pool manufacturer. Ask the worker for hire precisely exact thing electric, handyman, or gas organization occupations are added in, as power association costs from the home into the pool gear are generally not added in. Estimated all of your predictable pool maintenance costs. Synthetic added substances, gas and electric power, and nearby water are typically the key expenses. Regions with water constraints and raised energy expenses can moreover put on continuing tabs. Pool life-length is really fundamental for remember. Vinyl-layered pools have long term life, contrasted with concrete or fiberglass that commonly are longer lasting, and moreover depend on the brutality of where you reside. Brilliant and bright regions separate vinyl at a quicker rate. Crisp environments widen and get the pool and adjoining region, now and again cracking concrete pool wall structures.

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@little-murmaider recently introduced me to her big-brain concept of Stevie Wonder as skwistok listenin', and since then I've been personally attacked by several songs. SO! Here's another one-off because my brain is full of holes now.

(For extra fun, the song mentioned is All I Do. Listen to it on loop for 259036648 repeats like I did when writing this)

Hotter than July

Toki woke to the squeal of sirens driving past the apartment building, a lance of pain shooting through his skull. Peeling his clammy cheek away from the cracked porcelain of the bathtub he slowly, deliberately worked himself up to sitting, groaning as a wave of dizziness sent the world spinning. His teeth felt fuzzy, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue. Lank strands of hair were plastered to his sweaty face; the apartment's air conditioning was broken and the Florida heat was merciless, but since they were so behind on rent, the landlord was dragging his feet on the repairs.

Racking his brain, Toki couldn't quite recall getting home after the party they'd gone to following their gig last night, only a vague image of watching his arms dangle towards the ground, the backs of Nathan's boots flashing beyond his fingers. The sense of vertigo that followed sent him lurching for the toilet.

He wandered into the kitchen on wobbly legs, still nauseous but out of fluids to expel or sweat out. Searching the cabinets yielded nothing so he fished a plastic cup from the dirty dish pile in the sink and rinsed it as thoroughly as he could be bothered, gulping tepid tap water until he had to surface for air.

A tinny sound from the other side of the pass-through penetrated the throbbing haze inside his skull. He stuck his hand under the faucet and scrubbed the stale sweat from his face, drying it on the hem of his shirt as he turned the corner into the filthy living room.

Sprawled on the couch like a swooning Victorian damsel was their beanstalk of a lead guitarist. He'd cuffed his jeans halfway up his calves, socked feet propped on the coffee table next to a box fan aimed directly where he lounged. His eyes were closed and one arm was propped over the top of his head, fingertips twitching out a rhythm to whatever was playing on the cheap headphones covering his ears. Sweat had soaked through the neck of his shirt, the material flattened over his clavicle like a second skin, his face and neck flushed with the heat. Toki's stomach gave a little flop, but not enough to send him running back to the bathroom.

He took a seat on the floor nearby, hoping to get at least partially in the path of the fan for some relief against the cloying humidity. At this range he could make out a little better the song Skwisgaar was listening to, or at least hear the cadence of the singer's voice. Melodic and boppy, definitely not metal, but not something he recognized either. Toki closed his eyes against the breeze from the fan, music reeling him in without him realizing he was leaning in the direction of the couch until his shoulder bumped the cushion. He started and turned to look at the Swede, jumping again when he was met with a single blue eye cracked open to observe him.

"Oh! Sorries, I…" he trailed off as his mouth went dry. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, it was just reflexive.

The eye looked him up and down, scrutiny making him wriggle, before it closed again. This close he could see the perspiration glistening at the other man's temple, a thin sheen on his upper lip as well. He had pretty lips when they weren't twisted into a judgemental sneer, Toki thought, blanching and looking away as soon as the notion crossed his mind. His pulse hammered in his aching, dehydrated joints.

"You smells like throw ups."

The drawl brought his attention back to the couch again, coming face to face with the very sneer he'd just been remembering. He felt his shoulders rising towards his ears in an embarrassed shrug.

"Dat probably cuz I dids a lot of frow ups…"

Skwisgaar's disdainful expression transformed into one of amused pity. "Ja well. Dat why you shouldsn't do shots wif Pickle."

Nodding, Toki pushed away the remembered smell of dark, spiced liquor before it could make him ill. He'd only just started drinking when he joined the band a few months ago and his tolerance was measley in comparison to their drummer's, but he'd jumped at the opportunity to pal around with them. Now he was learning the price.

Scattered memories of last night stirred his brain like a dirty spoon, and he cast his eyes around for something to distract him from the spins. His gaze landed on the walkman balanced on Skwisgaar's ribcage.

"What ams you listenings to?"

Skwisgaar followed his eyes, considering the cassette player for a moment before passing the headset over with a wordless shrug. Their fingers grazed and Toki felt another strange flutter behind his sternum. Had those drinks been spiked?

He placed the headphones over his ears, head immediately filled with the soulful vocals and groovy bassline. An irrepressible grin took over the bottom half of his face as he bobbed his head to the beat. Toki returned his focus to Skwisgaar's face and immediately all the breath left his lungs.

The blonde mirrored his smile, nodding as if they shared a secret. "Right? It's good stuffs."

He groped for anything to say, mind fuzzed under the ice blue spotlight of the Swede's gaze. "Ja...nots what I expecteds but...ja. Good. G-good...it good sounds." He winced.

A straw-colored eyebrow rose towards Skwisgaar's hairline and the smile turned to a crooked smirk. He shook his head, then picked up the tapdeck and passed it over to Toki as well.

"Here. You cans listens for a while, just don'ts kill deh batteries. I'm fuckin' hungovers as shit, I'm gonna takes a nap. Wakes me up for prackstice, okej?"

He swung his feet from the table to the couch and scooted down into a more comfortable position, white shirt riding up as he shifted and exposing a torso almost as pale as the material. Toki stared at the creamy patch of skin, the last bony ribs prominent above the hip poking over the top of white denim. He checked to make sure the fan hadn't died, face burning worse than ever.

In typical fashion, Skwisgaar was snoring quietly within minutes, leaving Toki alone with his suddenly jumbled thoughts, music still pulsing in his ears. His eyes travelled the long line of the other man's body to his face, tranquil in slumber. Skwisgaar's pale eyelashes glowed bronze against high cheekbones, catching the afternoon sun streaming through the open window. Toki's hand moved of its own volition towards the hollow of Skwisgaar's cheek before he snatched it away, forcing it and his gaze down to his lap where the walkman lay. He had to still be drunk.

Holding the tape deck reverently, he noticed the spindly S.S. marked on the corner in black sharpie. He traced the letters with the pad of his thumb, grin returning as the song continued in his ears, saxophone solo accompanying the flock of butterflies blooming in his belly. As the track faded out and the next began, Toki leaned back to lay on the grungy carpet, clutching the walkman to his chest. A blonde curl cascaded over the cushion as Skwisgaar rolled onto his side, and Toki held up a hand, letting the lock pool in his palm for a moment before slapping the heels of both hands against his eyes.

"Oh noes…" he giggled ruefully.

His life had changed drastically in the last few months; he had a home, he had friends, he had a band. And now? He had a complication of a different sort.

But the heat and his hangover were suddenly much less distracting.

[johaerys-writes]

Fandom: The Song of Achilles

Summary: During his two month long sea voyage from Phthia to Skyros, Patroclus makes an unexpected friendship.

Chapter 3: Fate, the final chapter of At the Water’s Edge, is up! Where Patroclus finally reaches Skyros, and has an important decision to make.

Read here or on AO3! Or read from the beginning

The sun had set, and the night birds were gliding into the fast-approaching dusk when we finally returned to the ship.

The rest of the sailors had already gathered for dinner, the wide galley filled with the sounds of jest and song, with the smells of the fish stew that was being prepared. I didn’t usually join the crew during their meals, preferring to take them in my room, by myself, but that evening Xanthos had insisted I stay. He was sitting next to me now, with his cheeks still flushed from our trek through the verdant hills back to the port, and the wind that had combed through his locks had given him a wild appearance. There was a gleam in his eye, that I imagined matched my own.

The fish stew was rich and savoury, heavy with the taste of the sea and spices. Not all ships fed their crew this well, but the captain was a generous man, or so Xanthos had told me. After we had both finished our dinner, a nearby sailor treated us to some watered down wine. It was from the northern plains, near Macedonia, I was told, and quite strong, with a heavy aftertaste of berries and honeysuckle.

“Xanthos,” one of the men called. He was a tall man, strong like an bull, with his large head shaved clean. He had a bright and easy smile, which always made me somewhat uncomfortable, especially now that it was directed at both me and my companion. His gaze fell on the bracelet on Xanthos’ wrist. “What’s that you’re wearing? A little too fancy for you, isn't it?"

Xanthos smiled brightly, seemingly unaware of the laughter that broke out over the wide space. He raised his arm to show his bracelet to everyone who had lifted their heads from their drinks to look. “Do you like it, Thaddeus? I wasn’t aware it would be to your taste. I thought the only place you liked to wear jewellery was on your teeth.”

The other men laughed and jeered, banging their mugs on their tables. The jab did not seem to deter Thaddeus, who grinned even more brightly, revealing several golden teeth. “Everyone knows that, boy,” he said, laughing. “Did your friend choose it for you? You and I both know you couldn’t pick something nice if your life depended on it.”

I felt uncomfortable with everyone’s piercing stares that suddenly fell on me. Xanthos turned his body ever so slightly towards me, as if shielding me from the sailors’ crude jests. “He did,” he said, waving his mug casually. “He has a good eye. Which is more than anyone can say about you lot.”

They all laughed again, and Xanthos and Thaddeus exchanged even more jests, some of them crude, but none ill-natured. Before I knew it I was laughing with them too, and soon some of the sailors had come to sit around our table. Talk shifted away from Xanthos’ bracelet and into other matters, the ship’s journey and the highest price the captain had been able to get for some of the oils and herbs they carried, the details of the trade.

“Barley always sells cheaper here than it does in the mainland,” they would say. “Don’t know why the captain bothers with the Sporades.” Or, "Piraeus has raised the cargo tax to thirty three talents. Soon, they'll be charging an arm and a leg just to let ships into port."

I listened to their talk, quietly sipping on my wine. Trading held little interest for me. I had never in my life had to barter, sell or buy anything, apart from the rare occasions that Achilles and I would sneak away from the palace and go to the harbour to watch the street performers and musicians that sometimes ended up on our shores. It was always fun and exciting at first, but I would soon grow weary of the chatter and noise, of the heavy and sour smells of discarded fish and sweaty human flesh, of the rattling sound of the dice games at every corner. We would quickly retreat back to the olive grove, or our small secluded beach, where Achilles could run and throw his spears undisturbed. I would sit back on the warm sand and watch him move for hours, watch as the muscles rose and fell under his skin, as shadows pooled and stretched across his features with the passage of the dying sun.

A pang of longing drove through me at the thought, before I was able to stop it. My memories of Achilles had always been gold- tinted, as if the brightness of his presence made everything it touched resplendent, just like he was. They had always been a source of comfort for me, yet now they just made me ache for him all the more.

“Do you play, lord?”

I blinked at Thaddeus, jolting out of my reminiscing. At my baffled stare, he nodded at the stretch of table between us, smiling. “Do you play?”

I followed his gaze, and there I saw them. Four dice, their pips staring up at me like eyes. They were not white and made of bone like I was used to; they were red instead, made of terracotta stone. The pips were carved on their flat and smooth surface and painted over with dark dye. The shape and colour of them mattered not, though, as I found myself staring at them for what felt like a lifetime.

It was then that I remembered one of the reasons why I never joined the crew during their meals. Sooner or later, the tables would be cleared, and dice would be drawn out for games that lasted well into the night.

My pulse thrummed in my temples at the images that promptly rushed through me in waves; my anger at Clysonymus, at his blatant disrespect, his mockery. His eyes that widened as he fell back, losing his balance; the crack of his head against the stone. His blood trickling slowly on the dry ground beneath him, mixing with the soil and turning it crimson. I remembered how bright it was, as if it were before me just then. My stomach turned.

“Patroclus,” I heard Xanthos say beside me, but his words reached me as if through wool. “Are you well? You are pale as a sheet.”

I think I muttered a brief apology before standing up, almost making my chair topple over in my haste, then half-running towards the deck. My heart was racing; my mind was spinning, spinning. I was shaking like a fish out of water when I finally reached the railing and clutched it with trembling hands, my breath clawing at my throat.

It wasn’t always this bad. The sight of the dice didn’t always leave me this shaken, but my nightmares, ever since I had boarded the ship, were the worst they had been in years. Almost every night I would wake up trembling and out of breath, with cold sweat running down my spine. Those memories, Clysonymus’ face, the dice that rattled incessantly in my head; all those things were part of me, embedded in my bones. Had I honestly thought that one half day of careless enjoyment would be enough to ward off those ancient terrors?

I squeezed my eyes tightly, willing the images that seemed to be lodged there away. The night was dark upon the world now, and I felt swallowed by it, a pebble sinking to the bottom of the sea. It seemed as though if I let go of the railing for even a heartbeat, the waves would rush up and swallow me, drag me into their dark depths.

I jolted when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to Xanthos, who was watching me with evident concern.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine. Really.” I gripped the railing hard, taking in a deep, steadying breath. My heartbeat was gradually getting slower, and I could feel the fear that had gripped me only a moment before easing away. I stared out into the darkness, at the stars that now shone brightly above me.

“Did, uh…” Xanthos started shyly beside me. “Did Thaddeus do something to upset you? I could talk to him if you wish. He’s a rough fellow, but he didn’t mean to—”

“No. No, of course not. He did nothing wrong. It wasn’t… it wasn’t his fault.”

Xanthos remained silent. He didn't press me to speak further, to explain; still, I felt like I had to.

I took another deep breath, this time to ease the words out of me. I had never spoken about my nightmares to anyone but Achilles. Without him by my side, it felt like every memory, every image from my past was a stone, slowly grinding me to meal. The last thing I wanted was to dig them up again, but the need to share the burden, if only for a moment, was what urged my tongue to weave the words.

“There was a boy, once,” I started quietly. “When I was younger. We fought over… over a pair of dice. I pushed him. He fell and broke his head.” My fingers tightened so much about the railing, that my knuckles had gone white, the wood digging into my flesh. “I killed him.”

Xanthos did not speak then, but I could sense no judgement or horror in his silence. Only patience. His very presence there gave me heart, and I continued. “I did not mean to. It was an accident. Yet every time I see dice… they just remind me of him.” I glanced up at him, fearing what I would see in his eyes, but there was only understanding.

“How old were you?” he asked softly.

“Ten.”

He let out a slow breath. “To have seen something like this, so young…” He shook his head, and his eyes glinted oddly in the night, reflecting the light of the waxing moon above us. “I am sorry you’ve had to live with this burden all those years, Patroclus.”

The sympathy in his voice made a wave of bitterness rise within me. I swallowed thickly, but the knot in my throat remained. “At least I got to live,” I said quietly. “That boy didn’t have that chance.”

I had never admitted those thoughts to anyone, not even to Achilles. I wished to stop my tongue from forming the words, to think of anything else, anything at all, but could not. “Sometimes,” I whispered, “I try to imagine what might have happened to that boy, had I not pushed him. How his life would have been, if I hadn’t been in it. He would have been at marrying age now. He might even have had children. He would have inherited his father’s titles, his lands… He would have been a man, in his own right. But he got to live none of that. Because… because of a pair of dice.”

My eyes burned as I spoke. I rubbed them stubbornly, determined to not shed any tears. I did not want Xanthos to think less of me.

Xanthos kept his silence for a long while. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle, mingling with the sighing of the crisp sea breeze. “The night before I boarded my first ship,” he said, “I was terrified. The priests of Apollo had spoken of a terrible storm that was to come, the worst we had seen in ages. They’d seen it in the blood of a lamb they’d sacrificed, on Apollo’s holy day. I did not want to go. I sat on my bed while the wind blew outside and shook with fear. My father came in and saw me. He told me something then. It stuck with me.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“He said… 'A man whose fate it is to die in a fire, will never die in a storm'.” At my confused glance, he laughed softly. “What my father meant was, every one of us has a path in life. The moment we come into this world, the three Fates spin their threads and decide what is to come. If my destiny was to die in a sea storm, even if I stayed on land and herded sheep all my life, the storm would eventually find me. ‘Meet your fate proudly, boy,’ my father told me that night, ‘because you cannot escape it.’ ” He turned to look at me, his dark, almond shaped eyes meeting mine squarely. “You have your path. So did this boy.”

“But…” My old pains and fears rose to the surface, the dreams that had haunted me for most of my life. I struggled to find a justification for it, for what had happened to me, for what I’d done, something that would make it all make sense. I could not.

“It is cruel,” I whispered. “Is it not?”

“It is life, Patroclus.”

His hand on the railing was so close to mine, I could almost feel the heat emanating from his skin. I thought of his words, turned them this way and that in my mind. I had my path. So did Clysonymus. It did not change what I  had done, his life had still ended too soon. His death was still my fault. Yet if I had not pushed him…

I would never have left Opus. I would not have gone to Phthia. I might never have met Achilles. I would never have known him, followed him, loved him. My life, as I knew it, would only be a shadow of what it was, what it could have been. It was still cruel, but it was my life. My path, the one the Fates had carved for me.

The Fates had never been kind, nor fair. But they were absolute. Inexorable.

My hand crossed the distance between us to land gently beside Xanthos’. The waves splashed against the ship’s belly, and the night owls at the shore cooed. We stayed silent, side by side, watching the night stretch endlessly before us.

The following evening, when I went to the ship’s galley for my dinner, none of the sailors were playing dice. It didn’t take long for me to notice that it was Thaddeus’ wrist that Xanthos’ bracelet was gracing now. When I glanced at him, the unspoken question lingering in my gaze, he only smiled and winked.

“Fate,” he jested cryptically, and took a large sip of his wine.

I didn’t see another die being thrown for the remainder of the days I stayed on the ship.

~

The day that the rolling hills of Skyros came into view arrived much slower, and much faster than I’d expected. The bay that we pulled up on shimmered golden in the early morning light. I could just make out the last of the Pleiades disappearing into the rosy fire of dawn when the ship was pulled to harbour. I leaned against the railing, my bag with my handful of belongings hanging by my shoulder, my heart beating in my throat. Somewhere on that island, perhaps in that palace atop the hill, Achilles was waiting for me.

Xanthos was by my side when the ship’s ropes were tied to the old and worn out palisades of the long and narrow wharf. I had thought he would go straight to his bed after his shift had ended, to get what little sleep he could before they would be setting off again, but he walked down with me, then followed me to the beach, where the wharf ended.

We gazed at each other for a long moment, standing ankle deep in crystal clear water. I found myself tracing the lines of his features, the slope of his nose, his strong eyebrows, his heart-shaped mouth. His eyes were kind and warm as ever, but there was something else hiding in their depths. During those heartbeats that we looked at each other I noticed everything, even things I had never paid much attention to before, as if I was trying to commit his features to memory, keep them safe with me.

“So,” he said softly, “it is time.”

I nodded. “It is.”

I expected him to leave then, to climb back up to the ship and sail to his own destiny. But he stayed there, gazing at me.

“We’ll be going back to Euboea now. To Kymi.”

“I know. The captain told me.” I smiled when I said, “And then you’ll be setting off for the Eastern ports, right?”

His lips widened in a smile that mirrored my own, but it was not quite as bright and effortless as I was used to. It was almost timid. He shifted on his feet, cleared his throat. “It won’t be for very long. Three, perhaps four months. And then we’ll be back.” A light, barely perceptible flush crept up his cheeks as he said, “I was hoping perhaps… I could see you. When I come back.”

I blinked, taken aback. I wasn’t rightly sure how long I’d be staying in Skyros, whether I would be going back to Phthia next. In my heart of hearts, I wished to find Achilles and leave with him straight away, return to Pelion, where Chiron was waiting for us. Yet all of my hopes seemed uncertain and hazy, like trying to grasp at shifting sand. Three, four months… I did not know if there was any way for me to plan that far ahead. Gods, I didn’t even know if Achilles was still where I’d been told he would be.

My stomach tightened as I told him earnestly, “I… I’m not sure where I’ll be in four months, Xanthos.”

“I know,” he said hastily. “I know that it’s all uncertain now. But… You could wait for me here. I could come back for you. And then we could leave together.”

"Leave?" I frowned a little as he spoke, my confusion increasing by the second. “Where would we go?”

“Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We could return to Phthia together, or… or anywhere else you like. Go to the mountains, perhaps. You like the mountains. Right?” His flush brightened, and his eyes flashed with something that I couldn’t quite decipher. Something akin to hope. “After my trip to the East, I think I’ll have enough gold to build a home. A small one. Like... like the one you told me about. With a garden out front…” He let his words trail away, searching my face. His throat bobbed when he swallowed. “We… could stay there. You and I.”

I froze when I finally caught on his meaning. He wanted me to… to go with him. To build a life with him. To be with him. To… love him.

I took a breath, preparing myself for the blow I was about to deliver. “I’m sorry, Xanthos. I… could not.”

I saw the joy and hope that had been there a moment before drain from his features. I saw his smile quiver, and his shoulders slouch. “Oh.”

“It’s not—” I started, then stopped myself. My fists opened and closed by my side, helpless. “I can’t give you what you want,” I said quietly. “This person I’ve come here to find… He’s everything to me. He’s…” I paused, looking about me. My mind worked furiously as I searched for words that wouldn’t hurt him anymore than they had to.

Xanthos spoke the words for me.

“Your fated one,” he said softly. He gave me a wan smile, his eyes kind and earnest as they met mine, but I could still see the hurt I’d wrought there. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” The sun was rising slowly over the mountains in the East, painting his sun-bronzed features golden and bright.

“Pepromenon fyghein adynaton,” he said. Fate is inescapable.

I nodded slowly, not knowing what else to say. He reached out and tentatively placed his hand on my shoulder. “I wish you all the best, Patroclus.”

“So do I.” I met his gaze, looking deep into his warm, honey brown eyes. “Thank you, Xanthos. For everything.”

His fingers squeezed my shoulder gently, feather-light, before he turned to leave.

I stayed there for a long while, at the water's edge, watching as the ship slowly rowed away. When its sails were nothing but a white speck on the golden horizon, I turned around.

Somewhere on that island, in the palace atop that hill, my fate was waiting for me.