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Somewhere Else

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Word Count: ~4730 (I haven't written TNA in a loooong time... I had a lot to say)

Song Inspo: "Paris" by Taylor Swift

Summary: Brynn (MC) reminisces about her whirlwind of a wedding day that was filled with jitters and professions of love.

Warning: a little language; fluff; bits of angst

AN: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday's the Luck of the Draw! I'm not exactly a Swiftie, but this was so much fun, gleaning inspo from a song I otherwise would never have known! Thank you to whoever sent it, and to my amazing counter-part @sfb123 (who... I don't know if y'all know this, but she has been running MMM for most--if not all--of 2023): thank you for hosting this event, sister! You did a GREAT job!

A/N 2: These characters, some of the plot and even some of the dialogue belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Not truly preread or beta'd, so please excuse my errors!

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Present

"... tonight on ET, we have the wedding exclusive of billionaire bachelor Samuel Dalton and his nanny-turned-fiancée Brynn Schuyler–"

The glow of the screen flickers to black before hosting a new picture.

"... I'm here with the groom's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason Dalton. Seeing your son at the altar like that, tell us –"

The soft click of a button changes to another channel.

"...the two are pictured here before they scurried off to an undisclosed location, some believe they are still here in Mexico–"

He turns off the television before tossing the remote onto the coffee table in our suite. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, running an anxious hand through his thick, chestnut waves. No doubt, he's staring at dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts.

I don't know if it was the turning of the bathroom doorknob, or if he could hear my nervous, labored breathing, but he abruptly stops, dropping his phone as he fixes his hungry gaze to me. A crooked smile forms as he devours me with his dark eyes, the flecks of copper reflecting in the candlelight.

Butterflies evade my belly as I stand before him, wearing nothing but the white shirt from his tux. I fidget with the cuffs of the long sleeves as they keep falling past my hands. I can feel him watching my body, an innocent awe etching across his face.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt." I blush, averting my eyes as the oversized cotton material slouches off of my sunkissed shoulder, exposing my bare skin. "I don't exactly have anything else–"

"It's perfect," he croons softly. He stalks closer to me, his hands finding mine. "You really think I wanted to see you a moment longer in that dress?" He chuckles, the warmth in his tone exhilarating my senses.

We fall into a comfortable silence, our eyes locked on one another.

We're finally here.

Him. And me. Forever.

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Earlier that day

“...So as I look to our… to our–” I pause from my neurotic pacing, glancing down at my notes before quickly darting my eyes away once again. I wrote my wedding vows weeks ago, and had no problem memorizing them. But something about today… something is freaking me out.

“So as I look to our future, I vow to… I vow to, um… Damnit!” I hold up my vows again, but with my clumsy, nervous fingers, I accidentally drop the index cards. “Shit! Shit!” I try to catch them as each one floats into various directions all over the floor, some of them finding their way underneath the furniture of my bridal dressing room suite. With a heavy sigh, I crawl on my knees, attempting to reach the ones that fell under the coffee table.

“Happy wedding day–!”

I jump. The sudden chirp of my best friend's voice causes the back of my skull to meet the glass table with an abrupt thud followed by a tearful groan. "Ow!" I fall forward, my face finding the ornate rug as my fingers shield my now-aching head.

"Brynn!" Jenny panics, seeing my body now splayed on the floor. Aditya helps me up, assisting me to a nearby chaise lounge. Marisol fills a tea towel with ice before applying it to the back of my head with care. Jenny plops down next to me, biting her nail in worry. "What were you doing down there?"

I force a cordial smile, holding up a single note card. "Vows," I mutter, the small gesture making me wince from the surge of pain.

"Ahh! Your vows!" Jenny squeals at a higher decibel than normal. "You're finally a blushing bride! Can you believe it?"

"I… I can't believe it." My eyes widen in shock. I'm trying to match my best friend's enthusiasm, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm missing the bride gene. You know; the one that makes you giggle like a schoolgirl at even the dumbest jokes and cry happy, pretty tears at everything bridal.

Me? I think I'm about to hurl.

Jenny grabs my hand, admiring my engagement ring yet again. I blame her pregnancy hormones, and her desire to be locked down with someone. No doubt, she'd prefer Aditya, but at this point, I think she'll take anyone.

"Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton," Jenny singsongs, letting go of my fingers. She clasps her hands dreamily with a far-off daze in her bronze eyes.

I stare back down at the heavy rock on my finger, my arm growing fatigue under its weight. The glint from the sun catches the cut diamond just right, casting blinding fractals in my eyes. I hiss from the abrupt intrusion of bright light to my vision.

Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton, I repeat to myself. "I'm… I'm getting married," I state matter-of-factly as a catch my reflection in the floor-length mirror. "I'm… getting…" my voice becomes softer, more hoarse as I stand to look closer at myself. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton…" I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch my bridal party pop open a bottle of chilled champagne–and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. My voice grows louder, anxious. And terrified. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton… today!"

"Yes!" Jenny celebrates passing me a flute, "isn't this awesome?" She cheers with my glass before I watch the others lift their drinks in my honor. And everyone seems to freeze, staring at me to say something.

Truth is… I have no words. Oh God, what is happening?

"It's… awesome," I choke out, hoping my bright smile will convince them. And convince me. I quickly down the entire glass.

“I’m so excited for you and Sam," Jenny continues to gloat.

"Me and Sam." I take a deep cleansing breath. Right. Eye on the prize, Brynn. Me and Sam. It's just you and Sam. It's just you… and…

“So how’re you holding up?" Marisol takes a seat on a couch, crossing her legs nonchalantly. "I remember I was an absolute wreck at my wedding. Any pre-wedding jitters?”

Jenny chuckles, waving her hand in the air as if the mention of nerves is preposterous. "Jitters? This gal has been dreaming about this day since she met the hottie."

Aditya snickers. He saunters up close to Jenny, wrapping his arms around her waist before taking a sip of his bubbly drink.

I glance around the room, everyone's attention stuck on me. Damnit, I know I'm the bride and today is about me. But does everyone have to be staring at me like that, like I've given them a new hope in love, that love does conquer all, that Sam and I are their new favorite fairy tale?

"Right, Brynn?" Jenny prompts when I stay silent, nodding her head.

“I… feel like I’ve never been more ready for anything." I take a deep cleansing breath before curling my lips into a bright grin. "No jitters. No doubts.”

Jenny claps her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Then let’s get you to the altar–starting with your dress!”

The dress… my wedding dress… right…

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Present

My cell phone rings, the chime breaking us both from the haze of the day. I had put it on Do Not Disturb when we left the ceremony, save for a few numbers. I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

And I don't care.

He smirks, nodding over his shoulder. "You gonna get that?"

I step forward, sliding my hands up the firm planes of his chest until I intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I shake my head. "Nothing could be more important than being here with you, being us."

Slipping his arms around my waist, he tenderly presses his forehead to mine. He nuzzles his nose flesh to my skin, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. His mouth is a breath away from discovering my own… when my phone rings again.

He smirks, chuckling at the annoyance and slightly pulling away.

"Damnit," I mutter.

He kisses my temple. "Go ahead," he encourages, "it'll be like ripping off a band-aid." He teasingly spanks my ass. "And then I'll kiss it and make it better."

“Promise?” I snicker, enjoying his hands on me, but reality quickly sets in. My eyes flutter close as my heart begins to pound like a drum in my chest. Just face the music…

I walk over to grab my phone, peering at the screen. I cinch my eyes closed again before swiping to answer the call.

"Hey–"

"Oh, thank God!" Jenny shouts through my speaker. "When you weren't answering, I just assumed the worst–"

"Jenny, I–"

"You guys just left," she nervously titters, "no goodbyes or anything. We went to your room, and–"

"Listen, I can't stay long. But everything is okay. Better, actually. And we're safe. We found another place to stay... You know? Get away from the chaos and the press." I chew on the inside of my mouth. "Can you… tell Moma that?"

"Yeah, of course, but Brynny… are you–"

"Jenny, stop. I promise, I will tell you everything when we get back from our trip. Okay?" My best friend doesn't respond right away, and I'm not sure if my answers satisfy her genuine curiosity.

"I… I just want to make sure you're happy."

I look at the beautiful man sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. And suddenly, I am overwhelmed with feelings of joy as I see our future play out in front of me. With our kids. The business. With each other. And it all finally seems so perfectly clear.

"Jen," my eyes sting with pricks of tears, "I've never been happier."

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Earlier that day…

"Brynn! Brynn!"

Startled, I spin around to see my favorite boys bounding around the foyer. "Whoa, whoa, you guys–" They crash into my arms as I bend down to catch them. I pepper kisses into their handsome curls, breathing in their scent that always feels like home. Gosh, my boys…

Mickey stands tall with his arms behind his back. “Miss Naya told us to give you this!” He pulls out my bouquet of fresh roses, a bountiful collection of gorgeous creams and soft pale pinks. "Tada!"

My breath hitches, taken aback by how absolutely dreamy everything has turned out. This wedding… it… it's really happening. I take the bouquet, the sweet floral notes dancing around me before I turn to look at two pairs of glittering eyes.

"It's almost as pretty as you, Brynn," Mason pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Just like a princess," Mickey chimes in.

“You two look pretty sharp yourselves,” I wink, adjusting Mason’s bowtie before fixing a wayward curl behind Mickey’s ear. "Do you have the rings like we practiced?"

The twins nod their heads in unison, pulling out the velvet boxes. "I promise we won't drop them," Mickey flashes a worried glance.

"Baby," I cup his freckled cheek, "you're going to do just fine." I place my hand on Mason's shoulder. "Both of you."

"Do we have to call you 'Mom' after you marry Dad?" Mason innocently questions.

Mom. The word hits like a brick in the pit of my stomach. I'm going to be someone's mother… not just one person, but I'm going to be a mother of two…

And this is no surprise to me. Afterall, Mickey and Mason are the entire reason I even met this family. I've only known the Daltons for less than a year, and yet, I have been one of the only mother figures in their young lives. When I agreed to marry Sam, it was a package deal.

God, I love them so much. They have given me so much joy, even on days I didn't think I was going to make it. Between the incessant fights and the scandals, these two precious boys have seen me and loved me for me. They were my family long before… well, long before Sam and me…

I can't imagine living a day without a joke or a prank from those two… but being their actual mother? Making sure these two boys grow into successful men?

"Well?" Mickey prompts for an answer to his brother's question.

I pull them both into a tight hug. "You two can call me whatever you want. The most important thing you need to know is I will always be here for you two."

"And Dad," Mickey teases, grinning.

"Right, Brynn?" Mason tugs on my elbow.

"Miss Schuyler," a deep, familiar voice resonates through the waiting area, tearing me from my conversation with the boys. "You are absolutely ravishing, my dear."

"Oh, Mr. Carter, you old dog," I blush as the tall, older gentleman dressed in a neatly pressed tux approaches us. I embrace him tightly as he gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"Well, let me take a look at you," he gleefully laughs, taking me by the hand. He twirls me in a circle, the skirt of my dress flouncing out like a dream. Carter playfully whistles. "Enchanting," he grins, his gray eyes twinkling as his voice grows softer. "You remind me so much of my Evelyn on our wedding day."

My eyes glisten at the mention of his wife. Unfortunately, she couldn't be with us today. Carter says that she has her 'good days and bad days,' I sense the latter outweighs the former, but still the way he speaks of his wife of forty years is precious, the envy of my dreams and future.

I offer him a kind smile, trying to blink back the tears, but I can feel my face begin to flush.

Suddenly, the gentle crescendo of music coming from the chapel notifies us that it's time for the ceremony to start. Carter and I give the boys one more glance, reminding them to walk slowly and to smile. Mickey and Mason hear their cue, and just like we rehearsed, they begin their trek to the altar.

And now... I'm next.

Carter begins to leave to sneak back into his seat, but I grab him by his arm. I start to fidget with the boutonnière on his lapels. "Mr. Carter, I… I… did you maybe… I don't know–"

He takes my hands in his, calming my trembling fingers. "Miss Schuyler, take a deep breath."

I follow his directions, taking a deep gulp of air. "Jitters, right?" I exhale, fanning myself with my hand. "Perfectly normal, right?"

Carter kindly nods, guiding me slowly to the entrance. "When you step in there, find Mr. Dalton's eyes, and you stay focused on them. That's what helped on our wedding day."

"So you were nervous, too?" I glance down the aisle, noticing the twins are halfway to their spots. I quickly step back, my eyes fluttering closed. "And that helped you?"

He curls his lips endearingly. "It helped Evelyn."

"Really?" My eyes widen. "How?

He smirks as he recalls the memory. "We came from different families, you know? And because of that, she was terrified on what was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Seeking the approval of her parents, her family, even some of her friends… It was a lot of pressure on her."

"Gosh, that must've been hard."

"It was," he nods, "but, she said that on that day, she found my eyes… and they said everything that she needed to know."

My heart swoons at the thought. "She saw the love in your eyes?"

Carter coyly shakes his head. He must see my confusion because he gives a deep, hearty laugh. "You are a treasure, Miss Schuyler, just like my Evelyn. A man that loves you will look at you as such, not with greed over what he's getting… but with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked, completely devastated without you."

An overwhelming sense of calm washes over me.

Find his eyes…

You are a treasure…

He sees how much he has to lose…

I squeeze Carter's hands, pulling him into one last embrace. "Thank you so much," my voice hitches.

He nods affectionately. "You feel ready?" He helps me adjust my veil.

"Almost." I bite my lip, stifling a mischievous grin. "Mr. Carter, do you mind… walking me down the aisle?"

The most handsome smile sweeps across his face as he buttons the jacket of his tux. With his eyes glittering down at me, he offers me his arm. "It would be my honor."

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Present

"Is everyone freaking out?" He chuckles, extending his arm for me to take his hand.

I end the call, tossing my phone across the room. "I… don't care," I snicker. "Probably." Slipping my fingers into his palm, he pulls me to his side, my body crashing into him. We both tumble back onto the bed, our grunts turning into boisterous laughter, filling our room.

As our bellies begin to ache and we quiet down, I roll off of him, laying down next to him. We stare at the ceiling, falling into a comfortable silence… that is until I notice him pointing at the textured surface above us.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckles. "When I was little, I used to dream of traveling the world. I tried using my grandpa's old world atlas to map out the perfect trip, and…" He titters, shaking his head with embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"No," I roll onto my side, resting my hand on his chest. "I love it–I love this." I kiss his shoulder. "Keep going."

He rests his hand on mine, softly drawing circles with his thumb. "We had old popcorn ceilings," he chuckles, "kinda like this textured stuff, and so… I'd imagine it was my own world map. And at night, I would plan my–" he deepens his voice like the narrator of a movie trailer, "--international escape."

"Ooooo, show me, James Bond."

I start to giggle as he takes my hand in the air with his, his fingers curling around mine to extend my pointer finger. "Well, over here is us right now in Puerto Vallarta… and…" he moves our hands together, "up here is New York." He starts to blush, shrugging his shoulders.

"How about–" I guide our fingers to another spot, "--London?"

He chuckles. "I'll pack my knickers," he jokes in a British accent.

"And then Paris," I move our hands again.

"Oui oui, mon chéri," he jokes in his poor attempt to sound French, making me bust out into more titters. He guides us once more. "How about Venice?" He points to another area on the ceiling, his voice growing softer. "Or Athens? Or Bali? Hong Kong?"

I brush my nose against his stubbled cheek, whispering in his ear. "And then where?"

He turns towards me, the warmth of his chocolate gaze fluttering to my hungry lips as he places my hand back on his chest. "To the moon and stars?" The air around us begins to crackle, the electricity igniting our nerves as I feel my heart begin to race. I bite my lip, feeling a rosy swirl dance across my cheeks. "Anywhere. Somewhere else. With you."

I can feel his heartbeat thrum hard against my fingertips, the excitement feeding my desire for him.

I love him.

His large hand intimately caresses mine… but then he stops, looking down at my fingers. Feeling the abrupt disconnect, I follow his gaze and quickly notice he's fidgeting with something.

My ring.

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Earlier that day…

I thought I knew what I wanted for my wedding day, but in this very moment as Pachelbel's Canon in D romantically announces my arrival, I am overcome with so much emotion as I look around the room. This is everything I ever wanted: to be surrounded by love. My breath shutters as I try to blink away my tears. This… this is absolutely perfect.

Carter pats my hand gripping tightly to his arm as he walks me graciously down the aisle. "There he is," he whispers to me, "look at him."

Sam. He's as handsome as ever in his gray suit and petal pink tie. His eyes twinkle, roaming my body as I draw closer to the altar. He offers me that charming Dalton smile, and everything seems to fade away.

It's just you and me, baby… Finally… after everything you put me through– I mean--that we've gone through…

I can do this... I can do this... I can–

Without warning, Sam gradually turns towards his groomsmen. One of his old fraternity brother's has made some kind of comment, causing some of them to crack up. During my procession.

Sam seems to be responding to the joke or comment. He subtly leans over, but after a few seconds, some of the men snicker, covering their faces and Sam chuckles into his fist, feigning a coughing fit.

It's fine, I tell myself.

Getting himself under control, Sam looks back to me with a mischievous glint in his eye before winking at me.

It was just a joke– an inside joke perhaps. Probably to help with his own nerves. It--it's fine. Everything is fine.

Just… stay with me, Sam. Please stay. I need to see your–

The twins lean up against their dad as he rests his hands on their shoulders. Together, they all watch me with doting glances… that is until one of the velvet boxes accidentally falls out of Mickey’s pocket. In a panic, he bends over to grab the small package, carelessly backing into his brother Mason, knocking off his glasses.

Giving me a crooked smile and shrugging his shoulders, Sam takes a knee to help the boys out, causing endearing chuckles from the audience.

Those two rascals…

I begin to admire my little mess of a family-to-be… until the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My pulse, without explanation, begins to race as a bead of sweat courses down the slope of my back.

Something doesn't feel right.

I can't help, but feel… as crazy as it sounds, like there's another pair of eyes on me. Of course, I realize I have over two-hundred guests watching me as I finish my march down the aisle, but this? This isn't the same. This stare… it's different. It's piercing, and intimate. And I feel… seen. Exposed. Preyed.

Looking behind Sam's crouched physique, a pair of deep, chestnut eyes feast on my every move. But rather than being filled with adoration or even his typical lust, there's a hint of sadness in them, as if they're watching a funeral procession rather than a wedding.

And for the first time today, my heart flutters as a fire kindles in my belly.

I make it to the altar, Carter placing my petite hand in my groom's grasp. I can feel the desire in Sam's eyes wandering across my body. He gives my fingers a squeeze, giving me another adoring wink… but I can't stop looking at him.

Focus, Brynn. Just focus…

Naya gives us a cordial smile before taking the microphone to begin. "Dearly beloved friends and family, we've gathered here today…"

It's no use. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as the room begins to spin. Is it getting hot in here? Or are there just too many people?

As Naya continues, I look back to those haunting eyes, that look of betrayal, that look of devastation… and Carter's words begin to replay in my mind. 'A man that loves you will look at you… with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked… without you."

Oh my God… I never noticed this before but… he loves me.

"... speak now," Naya bellows, "or... forever hold your–"

"Wait!" Fuck! What did I just do? The entire congregation starts to quietly murmur amongst one another. Sam clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowing as he adjusts his collar. "I–I'm sorry to interrupt, but… I just… I have a question, and I…" I sigh. "I can't do this–I can't get married unless… I need the answer."

A hush falls over the room, concerned looks are glued on me.

I should just shut up, and go along with this. Isn't that what I've been doing for the past several months anyway with the promise of a happily ever after? Does fairy tale magically happen after we say, 'I do?'

No. In my heart, I know this is the right thing to do. For me.

"Robin?" More whispers erupt behind me as Sam turns back to look at his best man, a pained confusion etching on his handsome features. "Several weeks ago, we pretended to be the wait staff in a restaurant… to, uh… witness a date." Sam raises an eyebrow, looking between Robin and me. "I asked you a question at the beginning of the night. Do you… do you remember my question?"

Robin coyly pushes his fists into his slacks, nodding his head. He exhales heavily, his nose rosy pink with unshed emotion.

My vision blurs as hot streams pour down my cheeks, but my attention doesn't leave Robin. "You… you answered, 'Sure. Sometimes…'" A lump forms in my throat, my timbre growing hoarse. "Tell me, Robin… if I asked you that same question right now, what–what would your answer be?" I choke out a sob, wiping my face with the back of my hands.

He just stares at me. Lost. Dumbfounded. Embarrassed.

I know this wasn't exactly the most opportune time to talk about this, but I also knew this would be our last time to talk about it. Damnit, maybe I was wrong. Carter was wrong. My jitters and my awful gut feeling… wrong.

I look at Sam, his jaw ticking in anger. And he has every right to be. I've made a fool of him, of us.

But I could've sworn I saw something…

"Sorry, everyone," Sam kindly addresses the audience, "we have a case of the wedding day jitters." He fakes a bright smile, the crowd tittering and cooing. At me. Like I'm a joke. Again. Sam takes my hand, but he refuses to even look at me now.

Will he ever take me seriously? I... I don't want to get married like this.

Sam clears his throat, nodding to Naya to continue. "Let's try this again," she chuckles, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of–"

"I lied," Robin blurts out, inviting the chaos to continue amongst the guests. He steps forward, pushing himself in front of Sam. "Brynn, you asked me if I ever thought about us–" Gasps and whispers crescendo in the room as Robin takes my hands into his. "And I told you… what I thought you wanted to hear. I mean, for Christ's sake, you swore you were in love with..." The corner of his mouth curls, his eyes bearing it all before me. "I knew better," he mumbles, falling into nervous titters, squeezing tightly to my fingers. "The truth is… Brynn Schuyler... Hell, of course, I think about us. All of the time. I dream of you as my bride. As my wife. As the mother to my children… I've never stopped thinking about us since the moment I first met you–"

Screams erupt as family members and friends jump to their feet. Naya attempts to holler through her microphone to restore order, but it's too late. Our guests that have come to attend a beautiful, romantic wedding have turned into an ugly, angry mob.

I get lost in the shuffle, unable to recognize anyone around me. My name is being screamed in several directions by several different voices, but it's no use. Terrified, I glance around, looking for a way to safety as everything crumbles around me.

Suddenly, a large hand grabs mine, pulling me through the vocal crowd. As we finally make it to the back of the sanctuary, his lips graze my ear. "Do you trust me?"

A rush of exhilaration floods my veins as my natural smile returns. Are you kidding me? With all my heart.

I nod.

"Don't look back, baby," he chuckles, tucking my arm under his. "Run!"

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Present

"Do you mind, Miss Schuyler?" He smirks, grabbing my engagement ring on my hand.

I roll my lips, trying to hide my smile as I tilt my head side-to-side. "Not at all, Mr. Flores. Please."

Robin slips the jewelry off of my finger before pressing his lips to my now bare knuckle. It was so simple, yet the gesture so intimate; I was finally free.

This man…

Pulling me into his arms, he tosses the ring over his shoulder, an abrupt clink hitting the wall. With his handsome crooked smile, he leans towards me. "Don't worry," he chuckles, "I made him buy the insurance."

"Robin!" I squeal before our mouths meet in a tender kiss.

"What?" He pulls back, cupping my cheek. "I had a feeling."

"A feeling?" I snicker, raising an eyebrow. "That it wasn't going to work out?"

"Ehh, more .." He brushes his thumb across my lips, a serious expression growing across his face. "That you were the one. For me."

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Dishonorably Disrobed

a TNA One-Shot

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Pairings: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler); m!Robin Flores x Sofia Russo; Mason Dalton Sr. x Vivian Dalton (lol)

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: This is a very loose canon origin story based out of Chapter 20 (the finale!); after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen. May contain minor SPOILERS of the finale.

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞; language; crude humor about sex and anatomy; brief mention of otherwise illegal activity

AN: This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N 2: Gosh, I already miss TNA... and I miss writing for TNA! I might need to make that a resolution for 2023. 😋 This idea was born from several conversations with a few of my sweet nanny-loving friends... and our natural reactions to Sam's honeymoon "outfit" (pic of said outfit at the end). As always, the characters and some of the storyline are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This is not pre-read or beta'd, so please forgive my errors!

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"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position…"

Ensuring that both of his twin sons were prepared for landing, Sam Dalton finds himself staring adoringly at his bride-to-be, who is already helping them buckle their seat belts.

"Is this going to be scary, Brynn?" Mason asks, his words drenched with concern.

"You've been on planes before, Mase," the former nanny slinks her fingers into his hand as he grips tightly.

"Yeah, but never this plane," he scrunches his eyebrows. "What if they land differently, or–or crash?"

"Buddy," Sam chimes in, "we're not going to crash. Plus Brynn and I are right here with you–"

"And they won't let anything happen to us," Mickey smiles, taking his brother's other hand.

"You know?" Brynn winks at Sam before turning her attention to her future stepsons. "That's a great idea, Mick; let's all hold hands."

As the young Dalton family hold each other tightly, the airplane begins to subtly quiver as it begins the descent.

"Are we there yet?" Mason whimpers.

"Almost," Brynn squeezes his hand.

With a final thud and a sudden lurch forward, the plane is finally safe on the tarmac, making its way to the proper terminal.

"Did you close your eyes, Mason?" Mickey asks.

"J-just for a second," his brother pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't," Mickey beams, "that's because I'm brave–"

Brynn wraps an arm around Mason. "I had to close my eyes, too," she grins. Turning her attention to Sam, "and I do believe your father closed his eyes for a minute."

"What?" The twins shout in unison, Brynn covering her amusement.

"I did not," Sam ruffles the boys' curly hair. "I was just… napping."

The boys bust out with joyous laughter as their father jokingly shifts his eyes, feigning embarrassment.

"But you know what, Mickey?" Brynn announces as everyone's snickers calm down. "You're right. You are brave, but," she pauses for a moment, draping an arm around Mason's shoulders, "so is this guy right here!"

"That's right!" Sam holds up his hand for a high-five from Mason. "You did it, buddy!"

Mickey twists his face before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He playfully puts his brother in a headlock before continuing. "Good job, little bro!" He titters.

Suddenly the aircraft pulls to a gentle stop while a loud chime plays over the loudspeaker followed by the captain's voice.

"¡Bienvenidos, Puerto Vallarta, México!"

Sam smiles in excitement as he looks to his fiancée, then to his kids. "Who's ready for some fun?"

"Me!" The boys squeal together.

"Dalton family of four," Sam pulls out his phone, huddling everyone together for a selfie. "On the count of three, say, 'Wedding'! One… two… three!"

"WEDDING!"

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Sam, Brynn and the twins are shuttled to the hotel where they are met outside by Robin.

"Hey there, best man," Brynn giggles, planting a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. "Have you and Sof already been sightseeing?"

Robin combs his fingers through his hair, offering a sympathetic grin. "Eh, not exactly."

Tipping the driver and waving him on, Sam turns his attention to his brother. "Something wrong?"

"Well," Robin collects a few pieces of luggage, corralling the family to head towards their rooms. "Yes and no–"

Sam and Brynn stop, giving each other nervous expressions.

"--but everything is fixable," he assures with a hopeful grin. "We just need to decide fast on what we are going to do."

"Oh, there you are!" Sofia walks up as she's ending a phone call, grazing her slender fingers against Robin's chest. "Good news. There are a few places down in the city that can expedite alterations for Saturday."

"Alterations?" Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Saturday? As in, for the wedding?" Brynn questions.

"Oh," Sofia clenches her teeth as she glances at Robin, "you haven't told them?"

"If you'd give me a chance, dear," he glares at the blonde before turning back to the engaged couple. "They lost Dad's bag."

"Oh no," Sam exclaims. "I guess he doesn't have his clothes then. Has he talked with the airlines?"

"He's practically been on the phone with them since we arrived last night," Sofia nods.

"But Sam," Robin sighs, "this wasn't a bag of Dad's clothes. It was the bag with all of the wedding day accessories for the guys."

"Accessories?"

Robin nods. "Remember? The vests, ties, suspenders, shoes–"

“What?” Brynn snaps. "Why did you pack them together?" Brynn tries to show restraint in her irritation.

"It sounded like a good idea at the time," Sam whispers, shrugging. "We figured... we would be less likely to lose something if everything just stayed together."

"Well, now you've lost everything!" Brynn bites back.

Okay, Brynn, that's a little melodramatic, don't you think? Take a breath.

She clears her throat, fixing a fake smile to her lips. "Please," she sighs, "just make this right."

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Thursday and Friday came with no avail. Brynn was fairly upset about the situation, but Sam, Robin and Sofia made haste in finding replacements for everything while Jenny tried distracting her with various tourist outings.

Unfortunately, nothing matched the aesthetic; the originals were custom designed for this specific wedding. But, Brynn vowed a long time ago that she would never turn into a "bridezilla," and truthfully, she was grateful for everyone pitching in to make something work for her special day.

Luckily, Robin was able to work his magic charm, and around 2:30 on Saturday morning, he received a call that the luggage was found, and could be picked up from a claims center at a smaller airport just outside the city limits.

Several hours later, he was walking through the front doors of the resort with his father's luggage in tow. He was hoping to drop it off at the older Dalton's room before returning to his own for a small nap before the wedding.

As he waits for an elevator, he hears a familiar, husky voice.

"Son?"

Robin glances over to see his parents getting off a lift, hand-in-hand. Stepping towards them, he offers a tired, crooked smile before kissing his mother's cheek. "Hey, Pops, hey, Moma."

"Robbie," Vivian starts, "what are you doing up so--?"

Mason Sr. gasps. "Is that my missing luggage?" Robin brings it forward, showcasing it like a trophy. "Samuel and his nanny will be so excited to see that."

"Here, sweetie," Vivian grabs the bag, "we'll take this up to our room and have it all steamed, okay?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. I've got it." Vivian cups Robin's face, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she lowers her voice. "Now go get some sleep."

Robin appreciatively nods his head as he catches an elevator going up to his floor. He slinks into his room, completely exhausted from his all-night endeavor.

He shrugs off his clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his phone. He sends off a quick text to Sam.

Happy Wedding day... again. Left you a surprise in Mom & Dad's room for tonight.

Sending off the message, two lean arms suddenly slither around his shoulders, pawing at the hardened physique of his chest.

"About time, Mr. Flores," she purrs into his ear. "Did you get the bag?"

"Mhmm," he hums.

She sighs with content. “I'm so proud of you,” she breathes against his skin.

The corner of Robin's mouth curls as he tenderly grabs her dainty hands, pressing them to his heart. "Sof," he exhales. He lays his head onto her arm, inhaling deeply her sweet scent before peppering her arm with delicate kisses.

"C’mon," she giggles, "come to bed, baby.”

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Several hours later, Sam hurries down to Robin's room to thank him for the strings he pulled to fix the wedding disaster. But, he was met with Sofia instead.

"He's still asleep, but I will make sure he's awake within the hour."

Sam nods, "Thanks, Sofia." He begins to turn on his heel, but stops himself, facing back for his ex-fiancée. "And thank you. For everything you've done to make today special."

Sofia raises her perfectly plucked eye before fixing a cheshire grin to her face. "Don't go soft on me now… Boo Bear," she sardonically chuckles, crossing her arms as she walks back into her room.

Sam snickers under his breath, shaking his head.

"Oh!" She stops the door from closing behind her. "Robin got you a special present for–" she clears her throat, "--tonight. It was something in that bag. I just thought I'd remind you to grab it. No telling what it is with his buffoonery."

"Oh, yeah," Sam nods, "he mentioned it in his text. I'll grab it." He begins to head down the corridor. "See you in a bit."

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With his parents away, getting pampered with massages before the ceremony, Sam was given badge access to their room.

He slides open their closet door, and relief fills his heart. Hanging up and perfectly pressed are his and Robin's vests, their ties along with the boys' suits and accessories. He also found his shoes, perfectly polished.

Overjoyed, he shoots Jenny a text message to let Brynn know that everything is perfect.

He begins to collect all of the items when he remembers Robin's gift.

Where is it? Would it be wrapped?

Sam glances cautiously around the room. He checks the closet again, discovering only one thing left inside, hanging up towards the back.

Did he get me something to wear?

The satin garment is pearlesque white with a very nuptial vibe. Sam pulls it off the rack and instantly feels the intricate detailing of embroidery on the lapels.

It's a robe.

But for me?

He takes off his shirt, and slips it on, instantly charmed with the soft-feel against his skin.

This is nice–like, really nice.

He steps in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in the sight. It was shorter than a typical men's housecoat, hitting him on his upper thigh with three-quarter length, kimono-style sleeves with more filigree stitching. He cinches the robe together, giving himself a good look-over. Chuckling to himself, he starts dancing, swaying his hips back and forth before finger-gunning his reflection.

He notices the garment has pockets, one of which seems to have a matching pair of boxers hidden inside. He holds them up, curiously flipping them back and forth.

These look awfully small. Where does… everything even go?

Removing the robe all together, Sam is very much touched by the sentiments and appreciates his stylish brother wanting to make his wedding night more special.

He pulls out his phone and texts Robin.

Tonight is going to be even more special. Thanks.

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The wedding went off without a hitch. It was beautiful, elegant and romantic, like something out of a fairy tale. The bride was exquisite, and the groom was completely enamored, unable to take his eyes off of his beloved.

Early the next morning, Robin and Sofia walk hand-in-hand down the main hallway when suddenly, Sam's door opens.

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, adjusting his embroidered satin robe upon seeing them. "Hey, you two." He places his arm on the doorframe, leaning against it casually with a smirk.

Sofia presses her lips together, stifling her laughter as Robin's face contorts with pain.

Suddenly feeling insecure, Sam lowers his arm, pulling the lapels closer together to cover his chest. He clears his throat, "Everything… okay?"

"Sam," Robin leans in, lowering his voice. "The fuck are you wearing, bro?"

“Wh–what do you mean?” Sam's large chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his brother and his ex-fiancée. "The robe?… am I not wearing it right?"

"Uh, you could say that. You shouldn't be wearing it at all." Robin covers his mouth as he stares at Sam's appearance. "And she still fucked you? Wearing this?"

"Stop it, Robin," Sofia slaps his shoulder, turning her attention back to Sam. "Men wearing women's lingerie is a very common kink," she winks.

"Oh, but this?" Sam looks down at the robe. "This isn't women's lingerie–"

"Oh, Sam," she condescendingly snickers, "yes, it very much is. I actually have it in red. And those?" She briefly glances down at his tight underwear. "Definitely women's boyshorts." She leans in closely, lowering her voice. "By the way, your meat and two veg are hanging out."

Horrified, Sam instantly pulls the material right around his hips, covering the front of his pelvis. "Robin!" He huffs. "Why did you even get this for me?"

"Me?" Robin blows a raspberry with his lips. "I actually have taste outside of my mouth, Sammy. I would never buy that for myself... or any other man, for that matter."

"You said you got me a surprise for my wedding night!"

Robin nods. "Right?"

"I even texted you about it, thanking you–"

Robin scoffs. "You were thanking me, your brother, for women's lingerie for you to wear… on your wedding night?"

"Well…"

"What part about that seems normal, Sam?" Robin interrupts.

"Jesus, I have not had enough coffee for this," Sofia mumbles.

"So then… what was my gift?"

"Dude," Robin crosses his arms, "we're in fucking Mexico. I got you some fun shit: 150-proof tequila, some psychedelics, and–" he slaps his brother on the back, "El Rápido pills."

"El Rápido pills?"

"Yeah, you know," Robin rolls his eyes. "They give you the most powerful erection ever known to man--I swear your dick grows, like, two inches. You could probably give a black eye with that thing alone." He winks, clicking his tongue. "But the orgasms... Shit, you could literally shoot a rocket to the moon–"

"It is pretty amazing," Sofia chimes in nonchalantly, picking at her nails.

"Well," Sam looks at the floor in confusion, "if I'm wearing a woman's robe and panties, I wonder if anyone opened your actual gift–"

"Boys!"

All of their heads abruptly turn to see Vivian Dalton slowly making her way down the long hallway. She waddles carefully, stutter-stepping and occasionally having to stop with a brief wince of discomfort flashing across her face.

"Mom?" Sam calls out.

"Are you okay?" Robin steps forward, taking her by the arm to steady her gait.

"I'm fine," she wiggles in uncertainty. "Your father however…um, well," she sighs, her voice falling quiet, "we need to go to the ER."

"What?" Sam exclaims.

"Why?" Sofia's eyes grow wide.

"I think your father… took something."

"Took something… like what?" Robin inquires.

Vivian takes a deep breath, looking her children in their eyes. "Now, you boys are grown adults… and you should know that your father and I still love each other very, very much. And we like to express that love physically –"

"Stop," Sofia cringes. "Why is all of this happening before coffee?"

Robin and Sam look at each other puzzled.

And then it hits them.

"Shit…"

"El Rápido pills…"

"Your father, well, he's had… quite the appetite." She shifts her weight, her face flinching from an unseen ache.

"And now, his, um, appetite doesn't seem to want to… go away," she nervously chuckles.

"Goddamnit, Robin…" Sam mutters, glaring at his brother. "I swear–"

"Um, Samuel dear?" Vivian interrupts the banter. "Why are you wearing my robe? And are those… my unmentionables?"

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So, I love your work. You often make Sam out to be the whore. 🤣 Can you please write a fic where Brynn is lonely and fed up with him working long hours and she is the one who cheats?

Hey, anon! 😉 I'm so glad you are enjoying my stories! Thank you so much for the request! It literally made me squeal, and I knew I had to make this a mini-series. I hope you enjoy this *NEW* TNA adventure, inspired by YOU! Thanks again, love! 😘

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"When Was It Over...?"

Prologue

Book: TNA (with a surprise crossover)

Pairing: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler-Dalton); MC x (Surprise Guest)

Word Count: 1126 (+/-)

Series Song Inspiration: "When Was It Over?" by Sasha Alex Sloan ft. Sam Hunt

Rating/Warning: angst; language; sexual references; this series will also contain NSFW content, infidelity, and verbal abuse

A/N: This story takes place after the events of TNA; Sam and Brynn have been married for a few years (if you ever want to read their about their demise, click here). Super duper special thanks to the lovely @kat-tia801 for ALL of the help and input! You rock! These characters and some plot belong to Pixelberry!

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Pensively staring at her reflection in her vanity mirror, Brynn Schuyler-Dalton carefully paints a matte oxblood red on her plump lips. Allowing the color to dry, she slowly twirls on the balls of her feet, inspecting her new YSL lace-trimmed lingerie, a sheer black bra and panty set that left very little to the imagination, that would capture any man's desire.

If only her husband would look at her.

Brynn tenderly adjusts her full breasts in the quarter-cup bra, ensuring that her cleavage is prominent in the scantily clad garment. Just the way he likes it.

At least he used to.

After slinking on a delicate pair of thigh high hosiery and clasping it in place with a matching garter belt, she unpins the curlers from her silky tresses, allowing her radiant, golden autumn curls to bounce on her sun-kissed shoulders.

She sits on a cream tufted stool, reaching down to slip on her red-bottom stilettos before examining her finished sensual look, a special surprise for her husband.

And if she was honest, it was a special surprise for herself.

Brynn fingers through her jewelry box, holding up pearls and diamonds alike up to her ears. Studs. Chandeliers. Cartier. Tiffany's. She lets out a sigh as she peers into her dreary blue eyes.

Would he even notice this time?

She settles on a pair of vintage gothic-style teardrop diamonds. Fixing them to her ears, a brilliant cascade of rainbow colors flash across her face, making Brynn do a double-take amongst her gems.

Her engagement ring.

A coy grin grows across her face as she slips it on her ring finger. She abruptly gazes at herself in the mirror, her hand dancing in different postures, modeling the emerald-cut diamond as if she were in a magazine. Her grin quickly explodes into a toothy smile as her heart begins to race, remembering the joy, remembering the excitement of that day. What Sam looked like. What he tasted like.

Brynn secures the ring with her white gold wedding band. Standing up from the vanity, she holds out her arm to admire the pair, how they looked perfect, how they looked so well-together.

And that's when she noticed it: her husband's side of the bed, the sheets perfectly made and the down comforter tucked. It's been made up all week. She usually finds him on the chaise lounge in his office or on the sectional in the game room with the shifting shadows of a muted television.

"I didn't want to disturb you," is always his excuse. Brynn knows it's just a line, but there is some hidden truth: he doesn't want to be disturbed.

With the expansion of their start-up technology company two years ago, the young Dalton couple knew there would be sacrifices. It started as working late hours a few times each month; now, working late every night was an expectation.

Brynn drags her hand across his pillow before taking it in her arms. She takes a deep breath, savoring the remnants of citrus and bergamot. Tightly wrapping her arms around his pillow, Brynn gently nuzzles her head into its softness. Her eyes water, threatening another evening of unheard sobs; but, she quickly clears her throat.

Not tonight. Tonight, she's not going to miss him. Tonight, she's not going to miss his touch, or the look in his eyes, or the smile on his face. Tonight belongs to them. Tonight she will rekindle that spark she craves so badly. Tonight, she won't simply fuck him out of obligation, but rather make love with him. Tonight was the start of something new.

Or at least she hopes.

Hoping to start the intimate evening with her husband, Brynn decides to spice things up. Dimming the lights in her room, she carefully positions herself sensually on their opulent bed. She grabs her phone, and photo after photo, she positions her hand in suggestive ways on the exposed skin of her neck, her abdomen, finally laying to rest on her upper thighs.

With a mischievous gleam in her eyes she giggles as she toggles through her pictures, looking for the perfect snapshot to send to her husband. Innocent. Devilish. Sweet. Raunchy. Brynn knows all of them would turn him ravenous.

At least they used to.

She settles on a seductive photo of her hand gracefully wandering up her inner thigh. Opening up her messages, she clicks on his name to start a new note. She selects the media file. Send.

Brynn lays back on her bed, proud of what she has accomplished as she hugs her phone to her chest. She gently bites her thumbnail in anticipation, knowing what the night would bring her. Love. Attention. Her husband. She feels giddy, as if this was her first time.

Lost in her imagination, she's interrupted by a familiar chime from her phone.

A new message. From him.

Brynn's heart begins to gallop as she clicks on the notification of the new text message from her husband. She takes a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through her veins. A firing of electricity ignites her nerves.

But, it's short-lived as tears gather in Brynn's eyes. A weight of humiliation lays heavily on her chest as she stares at the response. Her stomach burns, threatening to expel its contents.

Cute. Working late, then dinner with the GE rep. Don't wait up.

Numb. Brynn sits on the side of the bed in silence, her body limp. Her mind races in a dizzying pattern, leaving her unable to discern a single thought. The excitement that was bursting from her heart has been squelched and smothered. And she's never felt so empty, so unnoticed, so unworthy.

Brynn suddenly feels restrained, choked, like she can't breathe. In a panic, she searches for the bra clasps behind her back. Her fingers fumble with the delicate metal hooks, but finally as she begins to whimper in frustration, she feels the release of the straps. She quickly whips the garment off, throwing it against the wall in the corner of the room. She takes a deep breath, savoring the taste of air in her lungs. Freeing.

Brynn closes her eyes as beads of tears roll incessantly down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she takes off the earrings. And the shoes. And the hosiery.

So much for tonight.

She lays down on top of the down comforter, pulling her husband's side of the large blanket over her body. He wouldn't be using it.

She clenches her eyes closed, willing for the rivers from her eyes to stop, willing for her heart to stop aching, willing for the world to stop crashing down around her.

How? How did this happen? How did their marriage get to this point?

When was it over?

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txemrn · 2 years

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Brynn 😍

Awww, my sweet PR! 🥰🥰🥰 My first "Love" lol, my sweet Brynn Schuyler... thank you so much for thinking of me, and for sending me such a gorgeous picture of Victoria Pedretti!

And because ... why not? The Daltons...

#fandom friends are the best #tna fc #brynn schuyler #brynn schuyler dalton

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txemrn · 2 years

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Hiii 😍

Quick question:

If you could be one of your MC / OC for one day who would it be and why.

Hey, girlie! *hugs* 💛

Thank you so much for including me with your quick question!

For one day? Let's see... I personally would want to be...

TATUM ERIKSON!

Hands down! Are you really shocked? LOL

She's a badass woman! Let me count the ways:

This girl has been through absolute hell, but is still the epitome of strength and compassion

She's a friggin board-certified OBGYN, not to mention an ACOG fellow and the Chief of OB @ Edenbrook

She's also unbelievably gorgeous with a witty sense of humor. She is very much a mama bear with her staff and friends, very empathic, very well-liked, and comes highly recommended by her patients, families and coworkers. She also has a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend/husband that worships her, challenges her, believes in her and, well, um... they have tons of fun together. 😁

ACOG Contributor, Consult, Research/Developer

She is "The Baby Doc on TikTok"

So, sure! Give me a day where I can bring life into the world, high-five some co-workers, encourage someone to live their best life and then get tangled in Ethan Jonah Ramsey's arms until dawn. I think that would be a FUCKING amazing day! 🤣🥰😍

Plus, do you realize how amazing it is to work in scrubs? Seriously...

Just for the record...

I would NOT want to be Brynn Schuyler-Dalton because *ahem* Dirty Dalton. Although, a solid day of just the dirty thirty? Hrmmm... 😈

And then poor Riley Brooks-Rys... I kill Liam every chance I get, so chances are I'd be grieving him.

Thanks again so much for the Ask! 💜

#you asked #I answered #who will it be #brynn schuyler-dalton #riley brooks-rys #tatum erikson #open heart #the nanny affair #the royal romance

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txemrn · 2 years

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I thought about you yesterday. I was in my car, had road trip radio on SiriusXM on, and a recorded call was played: “Hi this is Brynn and Sam and we’re driving from New York to Las Vegas and we want to hear Viva Las Vegas by Elvis.”

OMG! You've gotta be KIDDING me! I am DYING! 🤣🤣🤣

Now you've got me thinking... if it were my Sam and Brynn why are my idiots driving from NYC to Vegas? And what are they doing in Vegas (besides the obvious)? 🤔

I do have a feeling that they may be heading that direction in Book 3! Are you caught up with it? What are some of your thoughts?

You're the best, girlie! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! It really made me smile!

*big hugs*

#the nanny affair #sam dalton x brynn schuyler

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txemrn · 2 years

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Hi Em,

I hope you’re doing okay ☺️

So I was wondering are there any embarrassing stories / moments from Ethan & Tatum and Sam & Brynn?

Thank you 😍 *sending lots of hugs*

@peonierose I hope YOU'RE doing well!

I am sending you the biggest hug ever!! You are always so selfless and thoughtful. Thank you so much for thinking of me and my babies, and for including us! 💜

I think I'll start with Brynn and Sam.

A lot of Brynn's embarrassing moments in the early years of her relationship with Sam stem from the fact that she and Mr. Perfect Size come from two very different social circles. She unfortunately becomes the target of jokes and snide comments from the Daltons (especially Sam's aunts and female cousins) and the parents at the twin's school for simply not knowing things about high society, money, business, and culture.

But resilient as ever, she wins over a lot of people with her kindness and loving nature--not to mention, she catches on quickly on how to fit in.

Between Brynn and Sam, there is an embarrassing moment that we ALL knew would happen: when the boys could hear them. 🤣

Now, Samuel... I have to say my favorite embarrassing moment for him is in my mini series Once... Always... Brynn catches him cheating (again) and gets her ultimate revenge.

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Now for Ethan and Tatum... they are a different breed in that they illuminate confidence. If and when they are embarrassed, it is not shown easily.

But... there are a few moments that stick out in my head. 😜

For Ethan, the first time he met Trevor, Tatum's overly-protecrive brother, it was quite a disaster. Ethan kept saying and doing the wrong things despite Tatum’s encouraging words.

I also HC Ethan not being the best when he started med school (in canon, he discusses how so many people wanted him to fail... why would anyone want someone to fail from med school UNLESS they don't believe the person is cut out for it?). It was mortifying to Ethan to be the weakest link in group activities (Tobias and some of the other guys gave him a hard time about it)... that is until he met Tatum, the only female in his study group. Having to admit to a girl that he needed help hurt his pride, but he learned quickly her gender had nothing to do with it. She didn't pity him; she didn't bully him. She saw Ethan as an equal that learned differently than her. And suddenly, Mr. Ramsey went from last to the head of the class.

He pretended to be strong for a while, but when Ethan caught Tatum cheating on him, it really hurt him in a different way. He was suddenly the twelve-year-old boy again; he wasn't enough. He was embarrassed that a woman, the woman he loved, would seek out another man for intimacy.

And worse, everyone knew it.

Now my homegirl Tatum... oh, my sweet Tatum, what am I going to do with you? 🤣

She has a ton of things weighing on her heart that she is shameful of-- some of which, I cannot share yet. 🤣 They will be revealed in Ricochet.

We've already touched on the fact she hooked up with Tobias, which was awful. Let's talk about something more lighthearted that is going to happen in the next chapter of Ricochet. Tatum is a musician like Ethan, but she has a very different taste in music. He along with Bryce are about to get her up in front of her new colleagues to show off some of her hidden skills...

I hope this is sufficient enough. 🤣 Their future together will have lots more comical, embarrassing moments. It's coming... 🤣

Thank you again, girlie! This meant a lot! 💜

#you asked #i tried lol #ethan ramsey x f!oc #ethan x tatum #tathan #sam dalton x brynn schuyler #sam dalton x mc

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txemrn · 3 years

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HEY, ! Did the Daltons dress up for Halloween? What were the boys? And your little girls! What were they?🎃 happy halloween!

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for the precious ask!

You better believe the Daltons dressed up for Halloween!

My HC (and more than what you asked for lol):

If we're talking the twins in their younger years/early years of marriage for Brynn and Sam: I see the boys totally picking out their own costumes, probably something from Dominion Royale (Mickey the Mighty Minotaur and, even though he loves Rogue, he's going to dress up as the Silver Knight).

Sam is not one to dress up in costumes, but he will do a little something just for Brynn. I see her diving into his closet, and figuring something out. He hates to admit it, but he really enjoyed the year he went as Clark Kent, and she was Lois Lane.

When the boys are older, Sam and Brynn host elaborate Halloween parties for the boys and their friends (a way of keeping them safe, but still letting them cut loose and have fun). Mason is totally into dressing up in punny costumes and pop culture icons ("cereal" killer, Bob Ross, etc). Mickey is like his father, and doesn't see the point in dressing up... that is, until he starts dating Kennedy O'Donnell. Their first year together, they dress up as Mario and Princess Peach.

As far as my girls...

Baby Olivia is all girly-girl. When she came into the world, everything was pink, sparkles and princess-y. So, I picture her dressing up as a Disney princess or mermaids or unicorns.

Baby Charlotte is more of a wild child, bringing up the Dalton caboose. She's going to want to be the scary clown or the transformer or Beetlejuice. Whatever seems to make her boat float that year... Gah, I love my sweet little Charlie...

And then I can't forget: MUCH later...

Brynn and Ian keep the spirit of Halloween alive for her two daughters and his two daughters, always dressing in a couple's costume. They keep the Halloween party a tradition, becoming more family oriented with their dearest friends.

Thanks for asking about my favorite family! I hope you had a wonderful Halloween!

#you asked #hey queue #head canon #halloween #the nanny affair #sam dalton x brynn schuyler

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txemrn · 3 years

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I love how you write the entire Dalton family dynamic and it's so interesting to see how Brynn gets along with Robin and Sam's parents! Do you think Sam's family has always liked Brynn or did she slowly grow on them?

Hey, anon! *big ol hugs* thank you so much for your ask! I am so glad you enjoy these family dynamics. It's so much fun writing about them and their interactions with one another. 💜

I love this question!

As far as canon, it really seems as though MC has grown on them, right? Mason Sr. seems pretty satisfied in her work-- she isn't even part of the CEO competition, but she's always there when they're talking about those private business matters (🤣). Vivian seems to be on mood elevators and is just happy with everything. But, I don't know... are they really happy with her? *shrugs*

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In my HC, I believe it took a while for the family (I'm talking everyone! I'm picturing Sam's parents, extended family like cousins, aunts and uncles) to fully accept Brynn.

Sam's parents were never cruel to her. They are kind and inclusive, but at the same time, they were hoping Brynn was just a phase for Sam. They have had numerous heated discussions alone with Sam, questioning his judgment. Afterall, they come from two completely different walks of life.

Now the extended family? I picture Sam and Brynn being the hot goss at family events (ie "Is Samuel bringing his teenager/mistress/charity case?")

Given the chance (and over time), Brynn does grow on everyone for a few reasons:

Her genuine heart; her love language is gift giving, so I picture her hosting holidays, giving thoughtful gifts, baking goodies, sending cards etc; she's giving freely and richly to Sam's family things they could never buy; I also think she teaches a lesson or two on humility

She's a smart cookie. In canon, we know she has an advance degree and she has an incredible work ethic at DaltonRusso. In my HC, she has already done extensive research in Alzheimer's Disease at MIT; she also starts up a company with Sam during their first year of marriage, and it flourishes, surpassing their old stomping grounds in a matter of years (you know that impresses Mason Sr.)

Her love and respect for Sam; he's the "golden boy", right? Everyone's first concern with Brynn is that she's a gold-digger; but she's legit good for him. He's a better man, a better father, a better partner because of her encouragement, her support and her unconditional love for him; she brings out the best of him, and for that, he smiles more, he laughs more, he cuts loose more

Her special relationship with the twins. I still don't think Sam realizes how richly blessed he is to have Brynn as his son's stepmom; because of her, they are growing up in a home filled with love; because of her, they have happy childhood memories that include their father; Brynn and Sam have plenty of moments alone (and she prioritizes accordingly to keep their marriage a priority), but I like to think that she's family oriented; and let's not forget: 2 little Dalton girls are on their way, and what grandparent doesn't want more grandchildren?

Thank you so much for the ask! I appreciate you and your support! 💜

#you asked #the nanny affair #sam dalton x brynn schuyler

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txemrn · 3 years

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Okay! So we know Sofia used to call Sam boo-bear, so, what if Brynn jokingly called him that? What would be his reaction?

Hey, girl, hey! Did you think I forgot about this Ask? 🤪

First of all, thank you so much for sending it! *major hugs* 💜 It was so thoughtful!

I hope you don't mind, but your Ask was just too friggin delicious! Like, the devil on my shoulder and I giggled with glee! So, I turned it into a prompt, and oh boy... we got silly. Enjoy! 🤣

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Book: TNA

Word Count: ~6340

Warning: N*FW (🍋--please don't get excited; cringe-worthy smut); profanity; innuendos and sexual content and sexual manipulation

A/N: These characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Big ol' thank you hug to the lovely @kat-tia801 for pre-giggling pre-reading this silliness for me. GO TEAM! Also, thank you, @ao719, for helping me with some brainstorming snags!

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Skyscrapers pierce through the sunrays of the noonday sky, casting shifting shadows on the crowded streets of New York. The bustle of the lunch mob has a distinct sound; she can hear it perfectly with her gray, inquisitive eyes, smirking as she recognizes the panged faces of overworked employees. Although the black town car cancels out the actual nuisance of the busy street noise, Brynn Schuyler is subject to her own deafening show: her boyfriend’s twin sons.

"--and if the chef cuts the fish wrong, and you eat it--" Mickey wraps his hands around his neck, moaning in pain while his body falls limp in his seatbelt.

"Nuh-uh,” Mason fires back at his brother, though not entirely convinced of his own answer.

“It’s true!” Mickey insists, crawling onto his knees to face Mason. “I saw it on TV. If you eat the wrong part of a fish, you’ll die.” He shifts his eyes around the car, “Like, right away.”

“Knock it off, Mickey!” Wrinkling his brows, Mason shoves his brother back into his seat with a loud thud. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever–!”

“Boys!” Brynn scolds. “Mason, we don’t say words like that! Mickey, quit antagonizing your brother–”

“But it’s true, Brynn,” Mickey whines. “Tell him that eating fish can kill you.”

Brynn smirks, squinting her eyes thoughtfully at the seven-year-old. She lovingly smooths out the collar to his polo shirt, trying to make sense of where he heard such a claim. “Mick, I don’t know about that–”

“It was on TV! There are these chefs from Japan and they have to go to a special school and their test is eating the fish they cook–”

“Oh!” Brynn’s eyes grow wide in realization as Mickey speaks with passionate conviction. “You’re talking about one kind of fish–oh, what’s it called? Hrmm–” she taps her lips, trying to remember the alternate name “Oh! It’s that pufferfish! Um…fugu!”

The twin boys instantly stop their pleas, staring in shock at what their father’s girlfriend just said to them. “Dad won’t let us say that word,” nervously informs Mason.

“Wait a minute, what word?” questions a perplexed Brynn.

Mickey cups his hand around his mouth, leaning towards her. “The f-word.”

Brynn lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh boys, no,” she titters, “that’s not–”

“Yeah huh,” Mickey eagerly interrupts, turning to talk conspiratorially to his brother, “but sometimes when he’s really mad, Dad says it–”

“Oh! Like the other night with Brynn? In his bedroom?” Whispers Mason back to Mickey.

“Say what?” Her jaw drops in horror. Surely she is not hearing what she thinks she is hearing.

A flash of guilt pours over Mason’s face as he meekly adjusts his glasses on his nose. “We could hear you, “--he swallows thickly, “--screaming that word. And then Dad would scream it, and then you would scream it back at him again–”

“And sometimes you scream it at the same time as Dad,” fills in Mickey. “Sometimes you sound really sad, like you’ve been crying. Sometimes you sound like you're laughing–”

“You guys hear all that?” Brynn abruptly interjects the boys, a queasy sensation overcoming her stomach. She and Sam had been so careful, so clever and stealthy with their insatiable private life–or so she thought. She shakes her head. “I mean, um–” she stops the twins before they can answer her previous question. “You know? Your father is exactly right. You should never, ever say that word–”

“Then why are you and Dad allowed to say it?” Innocently questions Mickey.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Brynn looks to the family’s driver Carter, their eyes meeting in his rearview mirror. Stifling a chuckle, he offers a shrug with a knowing wink, making her face burn deep scarlet. She finally fumbles out an answer in hopes to change the subject. “Listen, if you ever hear us saying, ya’know, that word, it means something serious is happening that is private and only for adults. Capiche?” The boys turn to one another, shrugging their shoulders before bobbing their heads up and down in agreement. Brynn never felt so relieved to hear pure silence.

Finally at their destination, the boys eagerly bounce out of their seats onto the busy sidewalk, taking special note to stay close to Brynn. “Thanks, Carter,” she leans against his window, giving him money. “Go get you some lunch–something good. We shouldn’t be too long.” With an endearing smile, Carter tips his cap and slowly rejoins traffic. As Brynn waves goodbye, her attention falls back on the boys.

“You guys ready to--?” Brynn suddenly cuts herself off when she notices the less than thrilled looks from the twins. "Oh c’mon, you two. What's with the pouty faces?"

“Why are we at Dad's job?” whines Mickey, crossing his arms. “I thought you said we were going to the park."

"We are, silly!” Brynn snickers into a sigh.

The twins slouch their shoulders. “It’s so boring here, and Dad never has time to play when we’re here,” sadly states Mickey.

Brynn squats down to his level, gingerly cupping his cheek and stroking it with her thumb. She wraps her other arm around Mason's shoulders, pulling him securely to her side. “You two know how busy your dad is at work. But, who comes home and plays with you every night?” The boys slowly grin in understanding. “And who gets a Daddy Day once a week where they get to do anything with their father? No business calls, no meetings, none of the icky boring adult stuff?” Both of the boys begin to giggle, their cheeks pinking with joy.

“We are just making a quick stop here, and then–” she raises an eyebrow, “-- it’s off to show you two who can go the highest on the swings!”

“Uh-uh!” Squeals Mason.

“No way!” Mickey playfully sticks out his tongue.

Brynn chuckles, hugging the boys tight against her. She combs her fingers through each of their long, chestnut curls. “So, the sooner we get done here,” she holds out her hand for Mason to take it, “the sooner we can go do what we want to do. Sound good?” Mickey dutifully takes Brynn’s other hand, nodding his head in unison with his brother. They begin to proceed through the massive multitude of people on the street.

“Will we see Dad at all?” shouts Mason.

“Probably not,” she pulls the boys closer. “Your Uncle Robin needed a favor.”

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“Mr. Flores, you’re needed in sector 4B.”

Robin lets out a hefty exhale as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He reaches across his wooden desk, pressing the answer button to his intercom. “Sheila? I thought we talked about this. I am not available until further notice, until I’m–” he stumbles over his words, “--um, more presentable to the public.”

Ending the call, Robin quickly cuts off the overhead light to his office so that no one would attempt to disturb him. He anxiously paces back and forth in his office, carefully avoiding the glass door which has no privacy screen or curtain. He already pulled the blinds to his window-enclosed room to block out prying eyes; plus he canceled his full afternoon of meetings. But, how would he get home like this? He is relying on his brother’s girlfriend to show up with the answer. And soon.

Sitting in the dark at his computer, he pulls out his cell phone to contact Brynn. Was she able to get into his apartment building? Did she find the right keys? Did she find what he was looking for?

His intercom buzzes again. “Mr. Flores?”

Robin sighs, trying not to be irritated with his secretary. It wasn’t her fault he is in this predicament. He answers the call. “Yes, Sheila?”

“I apologize for disturbing you again, sir, but I forgot to tell you that Ms. Schuyler arrived a little while ago, and she’s en route to your–”

“She’s on her way?” Robin interrupts with urgency, jumping from his chair. He hadn’t thought this far into his plan, but he at least wanted to be prepared for when Brynn walked into his office. “Thanks, Sheila!” He frantically ends the call. He turns to his left, then to his right, looking for something, anything to cover up his current state. He grabs the trash can off the floor as he continues to spin in a circle, searching for a better option when suddenly he discovers he forgot to lock the deadbolt to his office.

The glass door swings open. “Go on in, boys–” Brynn’s voice echoes in from the hallway, directing the twins into the room.

“But why is it so dark in here?” Innocently asks Mason, tripping over his own feet into the light-less room.

Robin freezes, holding the trashcan in front of his hips as a sweltering blush creeps across his cheeks. He slowly swallows, forcing a charming grin to mask his terrified face. “You made it!” He chuckles, attempting to act like everything is normal.

“Hey, Robin,” Brynn hesitantly greets, only able to make out his figure. She runs her hand along the wall, looking for the light switch. “Dude,” she snickers, “why is it so dark in here–?”

“No, Brynn!” Robin shouts, dropping the waste basket to reach out to stop her. “Don’t flip on the–”

As the lights hum to life, Brynn twirls around to inspect the commotion Robin is creating. As her eyes adjust to the fluorescent lighting of his office, she smiles brightly to greet him–that is until her face drops in horror.

And she screams.“Oh, God!” Her expression becomes more pained, more disgusted. “Oh my God!” Brynn cinches her eyes tightly closed before covering her eyes with her hands.

“No-no-no-no!” Robin rapid fires the word from his tongue. “It’s not what you think–!”

Thinking on her toes, Brynn turns the lights back off as she sweetly calls to the boys. “Guys, I need you to do me a favor and wait outside. This will be quick.” The twins nod obediently and exit through the office door.

“Brynn, I–?”

“Robin! Where the fuck are your pants?”

“Listen, I–?”

“And for the love of all that is holy, why is that thing so happy right now?” Brynn peeks through her fingers to casually look under Robin’s desk, fully expecting to see someone.

“No, there’s no one under there,” sternly answers Robin. Clearly unhappy, he crosses his arms, glaring at his brother’s girlfriend.

“Christ, Robin, your seven-year-old nephews were just in here–hell! You knew I was coming up here! Could you have given me just an inkling of a warning that the pants were for, um, were for–?” She extends her arms, her hands motioning towards the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Oh! And do tell: how do you suspect that conversation would’ve gone, sweetie?” He glowers at her. He holds his hand up like a telephone to his ear before speaking in a husky voice. “Hey, Brynn, I have a massive hard on that I can’t seem to get rid of. Could’ya bring me some pants?” He heightens his voice, pretending to be more dainty and feminine as he bats his eyelashes. “Oh, Robin, I’d love to bring you some trousers to fit your humongous–”

“Stop!” Brynn holds up her hand, closing her eyes. “Point taken. Can you fill me in now?”

Robin holds out his hand. “Sweats please.” He looks away from Brynn, refusing to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to explain myself until I cover up.” She hands him the pair of sweatpants, hastily turning her back so he can slip them over his bare legs and full erection. “You know? This is Sam’s fault.” Raising an eyebrow, Brynn whips around, but remains speechless.,”Yeah, your precious boyfriend, who knew I had several important meetings this afternoon, slipped something in my coffee, and now–” Robin sighs, leaning in to whisper, “Robin Junior won’t go down. And now my slacks are too tight.” He huffs. “Did you know a dick can chafe, Brynn? Did you?” His voice quietly strains..

“H–Hold–Hold on.” Brynn waves her hands to interrupt. “How do you know it was Sam?”

Robin leans up against his desk with a smug-look on his face. “Because when I asked him, the fucker texted me this.” He grabs his phone to open his text message from Sam. “See?”

Brynn squints her eyes, perplexed by the picture. “What is that? Are those chess pieces?”

“Yeah,” he points to the game pieces in the picture: a queen with a turned over king. “This is called checkmate, meaning the king cannot escape. Sammy’s claiming that he’s won.”

Brynn furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Won what?” She spends a moment in silence, thinking about what all this could mean–that is until suddenly, it dons on her. “Fucking-A,” she gurmbles, glaring at her good friend. “Are you two still being assholes to each other–?”

Robin clears his throat, becoming serious. “It’s called a prank war. We’ve been doing this off-and-on since we were fifteen. It’s perfectly harmless,” he abruptly feels the ache in his boxers, making him wince. “Well, at least it was.”

“Harmless my ass,” Brynn sardonically chuckles, “you dyed his hair that sewage green color last week! You knew he had that huge client presentation.”

“Yeah, well–,” Robin quiets his snickers while pointing to his forehead, “--it was only after he shaved off my eyebrows!”

“Cool!” Mickey peeks into the room, commenting on what he was hearing.

“Mick!” Brynn snaps her fingers. “Out!” She points to the door as Mickey slinks back to the hallway. She turns her attention back to her boyfriend’s half-brother. “You both have got to stop this prank war business. It has gotten way out of hand, and look,” she motions to the door. “You aren’t setting a good example for the boys.”

“Yeah,” Robin groans, combing his fingers through his hair before dragging them down his face. A tender, sorrowful look of remorse crosses his face., “I know, I know. You’re right. I guess a man should know when he’s been beaten.” They endearingly smile at one another.

“Well, I have a special date with two handsome Dalton men,” she grins sweetly, grabbing her tote bag. “Um–” she glances down at Robin’s bulge, “Should I maybe, um, take you somewhere to get that fixed?”

“Oh?” Robin hopefully rocks his hips forward while shoving his hands into his pockets. “And, um–” he drags his teeth across his bottom lip, taking in Brynn’s entire physique, “what did you have in mind?”

Brynn wrinkles up her nose, backing up towards the door to leave. “I think you can take care of that yourself. Just next time, lock the door,” she winks.

“Wait a minute,” Robin jogs up next to her to stop her. “I’m curious,” he hushes his voice, “does Sam have to take, um… does he need help getting enhanced?”

“Wow,” Brynn blushes, grabbing a piece of gum from her bag “so many lines have been crossed today–”

“I’m just curious as to where perfect Sammy got a pill like that,” Robin teases, holding back a laugh.

“Fucking grow up, Robin.”

“So then you and Sam–?”

Brynn sighs, taking the bait as she removes the silver wrapping to her gum. “Best sex ever,” she purposefully gloats. “Oh, and Robin?”

“Hrmmm?”

“He has no problem getting it up,” Brynn seductively places the gum in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue pull it in deeper, “Or down,” she purrs.

“Oh God,” Robin mutters, a look of disgust crawling across his face.

Tickled by his reaction, Brynn puts on her oversized, tortoise-shell sunglasses and heads for the door.

“That can only mean one thing,” Robin calls out, his hands resting in his pockets. “He’s got you–oh God!”

Brynn stops, whirling around hastily. “He’s got me what–?”

Robin rubs his cheek, bewildered. “Wow, I never would’ve picked you out as someone who’d enjoy doing that–”

“What?” Brynn interjects. “What are you even talking about, Flores? What does Sam have me doing?” She takes a step closer. “Enjoying what exactly–?”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge,” Robin throws up his hands in defense, feigning innocence. “I mean, I always try anything at least twice: once to try it, and then again to confirm it wasn't just a fluke." He smirks while Brynn rolls her eyes. "I’m just saying it surprises me–”

“For Christ’s sake,” Brynn bites. “What are you even talking about?”

Robin sighs, looking suspiciously to the door to ensure the twins were still out of earshot. He then leans back against his desk, folding his hands together. “Alright,” he clicks his tongue, “baby talk.”

Brynn titters. "Did you just say--?" She tumbles into a fit of laughter, cupping both of her hands over her mouth.

“Okay, fine, nevermind,” Robin waves his hand to dismiss her as he walks back around his desk to take a seat.

“I’m sorry,” Brynn continues to chuckle in between her words, “I just–I just– that is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. I can almost see the look on Sam’s face if I started baby-talking to him. He would hate that!”

Robin pulls out a few file folders refusing to make eye contact with Brynn.

Brynn quickly settles down as she watches Robin intently. “He would hate that,” a sudden worried look splashes across her face, “wouldn’t he?”

Robin shuffles around some papers, flashing a quick glance to Brynn. “Mhmm, whatever you say.” He raises his eyebrows as if to mock her. “You’re the girlfriend,” he sasses under his breath.

Brynn purses her lips together, her eyes wander about the room in search of a comeback, but nothing clever comes to her mind. Irritated, she grabs her purse and stomps towards the door. Grabbing the handle, she stops, taking a few deep breaths. She finally blows a raspberry with her lips. “Nice try, Flores.”

“Suit yourself, Schuyler,” he spouts nonchalantly, busying himself with his documents. “It’s just–no, nevermind.”

Brynn slowly turns around, focusing her attention on Robin. She crosses her arms, popping out her hip. “Okay. Fine. Spit it out.”

Robin finds a stopping point in his work, before finally lounging back in his office chair. He exhales loudly as he tucks his hands behind his head. “Think about it: do you really think Sam would let a woman call him ‘Boo-Bear’?”

Brynn shutters. “No–I mean, yes–I mean–” she lets out a heavy breath in frustration. She nervously chews on the side of her mouth. “I figured he was just being nice, and didn’t want to hurt her feelings–”

“Brynny, let me shoot it to you straight,” Robin rests his hands flat on the desk, becoming very serious. “There is nothing sexy about ‘Boo-Bear’--nothing. Being called that will make any guy lose a hard-on in 2.4 seconds–” he leans in collusively towards Brynn, “Unless the man gets off to that kind of talk.”

“Oh, please–”

“I’m serious.” His eyes shift around the room. “Sofia called him ‘Boo-Bear’. What did Addy call him? ‘Boo-Bear’. Adriana Lima? ‘Boo-Bear’. His little publicity stunt with Kelsey Kardashian–”

“Wait, Kelsey Kardashian?” Brynn uses her fingers, counting out the Kardashian sisters. “Who’s Kelsey?”

“Oh,” Robin waves his hand. “We were trying to land this deal with this firm out in LA several years back, and well, long story short, Dad and Sammy thought dating a Kardashian would promote the Dalton image.”

“Yeah, but Kelsey?”

“Turns out the only Kardashian Sam could snag was their cousin Kelsey who acts as a Kim impersonator on the strip. They lasted for a few weeks.” He settles back into his chair. “Now Kourtney and I? We go back–”

“You?” Brynn nearly chokes on her gum. “You and Kourtney Kardashian?”

“Hey, you forget: I’m best friends with the Lord.” Robin smugly grins as if that means something life-altering to Brynn; but when her forehead crinkles, he rolls his eyes. “Lord Disick!”

“Jesus Christ–”

“Wrong Lord,” he wags his finger. “Lord Scott Disick. I introduced him and Kourtney–I mean, after I sampled the goods–”

“Are we done here or–?”

“Okay--okay, the point I’m trying to make, Brynny dear, is that even Kelsey Kardashian was calling him ‘Boo Bear’.” He clasps his hands together, the tips of his pointer fingers pressed to one another, thoughtfully placed against his upper lip. “It’s just a matter of time–”

“No,” Brynn shakes her head. “Sam’s not into baby talk. He–He can’t be. He’s not.” She opens the glass door to exit his office.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you, if you’re wanting to really spice things up and maybe even surprise him–”

“Goodbye, Flores.”

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Later that evening after the twins had been put to bed, Robin’s words continue to rattle around furiously in Brynn’s head. One of the best things about her intimate relationship with Sam is the vulnerability they share with one another. As their relationship deepens, their desire for pleasing one another reaches new highs in the form of new experiences. But this? Dirty talk is no problem for them; the twins made that quite clear this afternoon. But baby talk? Is that considered role-playing? Is she seriously considering this? Can she even bring herself to say those two, bone-chilling words: boo-bear?

She fixes her eyes on Sam, as he silently finishes his late dinner. Baby talk, she smirks to herself. That gorgeous man is into cutesy voices and rhyming words? Brynn mindlessly chews on her cuticles, her attention fixated on her boyfriend. She should talk to him first, right? But, if it turns him on, how much more turned on would he be that she took the initiative?

Unaware of how lost she is in her thoughts, her face contorts with concern. The wrinkles on her forehead deepen with each sigh of disdain. The edges of her mouth begin to fall into a pensive frown.

“Babe?” Sam gently breaks her from her reverie. “Is everything okay?”

Brynn’s cheeks flush. “Yeah,” she fibs into a soft titter. “I–I’m fine,” she grins.

Raising an eyebrow, he fixes his eyes on Brynn as he finishes his bite. “What are you thinking?”

Well, no time like the present, she motivates herself.

A devious look washes over Brynn, her eyes darkening with lust as she stands up from her seat. Watching him casually lick his bottom lip. Brynn slowly struts to Sam’s side, his attention mesmerized by the sway of her curves. She places her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she straddles his lap. She runs her fingers through his waves, tugging at the nape of his neck. His eyes flutter close, leaning into her touch.

“What do you think I’m thinking, Sammy Bear?”

Sam curiously smolders at the heated woman before him. Caressing her skin wantonly, his strong, outstretched hands wander down the slope of her back until firmly gripping the fullness of her ass. Eliciting a playful gasp, he captures her bottom lip with his mouth, his tongue pleading for hers. Standing up away from the table, she locks her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Tearing away from his lusty pout, Brynn bats her eyelashes. “Time to go nighty-night?”

Sam chuckles, spanking Brynn’s bottom. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He swiftly carries her into the bedroom, locking the door.

Holy shit. This is working. She hastily unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his rugged shoulders before staring in awe. “Oh, Sammy Bear,” she giggles, “are you my big, gwo-wing boy?” She begins to drag her hand down the taut musculature of his chest–that is until he suddenly grasps her hand. Crap! Too far…

She looks up to Sam, her stormy-blue eyes darting between his darkened eyes and inviting plump pout. She tries to slow down her racing heartbeat, but Brynn quickly grows breathless as he brings her hand to his mouth. His tender kisses against her knuckles quickly turn to his lips parting, his mouth hungry for more of her. He takes in her pointer and middle finger, the tip of his tongue flicking them apart as he slides his tongue back and forth between them.

Her breath hitches in her chest, making Sam lustfully chuckle with a sinister grin. Pulling her fingers out, his voice grows deeper, more gravelly. “Wanna feel your big, growing boy?” Guiding her with his grip, he slips her hand down his slacks, wrapping her hand around his firm girth. Her soft touch buckles his knees, her lips crashing perfectly into his. He moans into her, her hand stroking his hard cock, draping her two licked fingers casually around each pump of her arm.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he exhales. He attempts to roll his head back, but Brynn sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, her fingers grasping stronger, her thumb intimately circling his tip. “Brynn, fuck– it’s–fuck, I can’t–I’m gonna–I’m gonna–” Without warning, Sam spills into his own ecstasy, panting heavily to catch his breath. Brynn tenderly massages him through his release, her lips pressed against his neck and jaw. Sam’s guttural groans and growls tease her into her own heightened senses.

“Did Sammy Bear enjoy his widdle play time?” She nibbles on his ear.

“Mhmm,” he moans, lacing his fingers through his tousled waves. Gripping her hair tightly, Sam exposes her neck, and begins to feast fervently on the delicate skin.

The tickle of his tongue sends her into a titter of snickers. That was so fast! I cannot believe that fucking worked. Sam Dalton? Into baby talk?

Suddenly, Brynn is pushed back, tumbling carelessly into the bed. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” whispers Sam, crawling on top of her body to claim her lips again. Lifting up her dress, he fingers glide up her smooth thighs. “Mmmm, a very naughty girl,” he murmurs as he slides his fingers into her wet, lacy panties.

Sam slips to the side of her body, his eyes bouncing from Brynn’s doting eyes to his own ministrations of taking off her undergarments. Slipping off her red thong, he sniffs them ferally before tossing them to the floor. “Well, well, Miss, Schuyler, what have we here?” He teases as his hands ravenously take hold of her bare ass. With the sound of her pleasurable gasp, Sam slips off the bed, falling to his knees.

With his fingertips digging into her skin, he lifts her pelvis closer to himself, burying his face in between her saturated lips. Lapping at her slick desire, Sam traces his mouth up her slit, hovering over her most sensitive of areas.

“Ohhh,” she breathlessly whimpers, her toes curling against his shoulders. “Someone’s a hung-wee widdle bear,” she exhales gravelly.

For a brief moment, Sam glances up, raising an eyebrow at his lover. He’s never heard her talk like this before, but despite this atypical behavior, he takes pleasure in hearing her come undone. And if this new peculiar way of expressing herself is what she wants, then he’s more than happy to play along.

Brynn softly calls out to him. “Please don’t stop, baby,” she moans. “Your mouthy-wouthy feels so good on my kitty–” she singsongs into another hum of pleasure. As she writhes for his touch, he takes hold of her again with his mouth.

Feeling the sudden rhythmic strokes of his lithe tongue around her clit, Brynn cradles his head between her thighs. With the arch of her back, her breathing turns to panting as she grips the sheets of the bed.

With his plump lips, Sam engulfs her pulsating center, sucking her into his mouth, his teeth grazing her exactly where she wants to be touched. With each wave of pleasure threatening to wreck her into complete ecstasy, Brynn quickly spirals undone.

“Yes, God!” She groans, bucking her hips into Sam. “Right–oh God, yes, there, yes! Don’t–stop–God, I’m going to–I’m going to—” Suddenly arching her back, Brynn succumbs to her own pleasure, pouring over her trembling body. Her eyes cinch tightly closed as her head tosses back and forth with each magnetized jolt of euphoria through her body. Sam intently twirls his tongue around her pulsating center, helping her finish completely.

Hearing her breathing slow down, Sam gently kisses her thighs before tenderly tracing a path up her belly. Finally, he rests his head between her clothed breasts.

Instinctively, Brynn cradles Sam’s head in her arms, casually combing his waves, the feel of her nails sending chills down his spine. This was incredible, she praises herself. And we’re not done yet, she jokes..

Sam closes his chocolate brown eyes, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulls him into total relaxation. “I love you, baby.”

Filled with confidence over her success with the baby talk, Brynn breathes out a joyous sigh of relief, hugging tightly to Sam. “I love you, too, Boo-Bear.”

Sams’ body grows rigid. With a scoff, he slips off of Brynn.

“Baby?” She opens her eyes, wondering what happened. “Where are you going–?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brynn?” Sam snarls.

Brynn sits up, leaning back on her arms. “Baby?” Confusion spreads across her face as she watches the look of putrid disgust plague his handsome features. He wipes off his face, turning to slide off the bed. “Baby, c’mon.”

Sam grabs a cotton t-shirt, jerking it over his head furiously, his heavy breathing audible.

“Baby,” Brynn slips out of bed, adjusting her dress. “Talk to me,” she wraps her arms around his waist. “What’s wrong–?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong,” he grabs her hands, removing her arms away from his body.

“Sam,” she struggles to find words, “I–I don’t know. I thought–” she offers a sensual grin, “--I thought we were having a good timey-wimey, you being my cutesy-wootsy Boo-Bear–”

“That!” He roars. “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabs her shoulders, “Why would you even say something so abhorrent to me?” He lets go of her, storming to the bathroom. “Is this some kind of sick joke, or–”

“Sam,” her eyes begin to water. “I–I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know what to say.” She slumps her shoulders, her a red flushing growing up her chest and neck. “I–I thought you would enjoy that, the baby talk and-and me calling you, well, you know–”

“Don’t!” Sam frantically screams, putting his hand up in front of her face. “For fuck’s sake, Brynn, what made you think that I’d–” he trails off, putting his hands on his hips. He shakes his head in disbelief. “Baby talk? Really?”

“I said I was sorry,” sniffles Brynn.

“And don’t even get me started on that disgusting pet name–”

“Wait,” Brynn stifles a sob. “You–you don’t like Boo-Bear?” Her eyebrows knit together with curiosity.

“No!” Sam snickers sardonically. “Why would you think that? I mean, for fuck’s sake, how, Brynn? How could you even think that? I fucking hated that name when that wench insisted in calling me that! Do you have any idea how hard it is to perform, being called that?” Sam begins to pace like a prowling lion, his anger evident with each step. “I thought everything was fine here,” he points to the bed, “I thought we were fine.”

“Oh my God,” Brynn mutters to herself, placing her palm against forehead. “Oh my God, Sam, I–I can’t believe this–”

“That makes two of us,” he crosses his arms across his chest.

“No, no, I mean, I was duped. I–I was led to believe that you like those things–that you enjoy those things. I–oh my God!” Brynn’s tone becomes gruffer, more irritated as her hands turn into fists.

“Who told you–?”

“Wait–” she holds her hand up, sniffing the air deeply. “Do you smell that?” She turns towards the door of the bedroom, sniffing deeply. “Do you smell smoke?”

Sam puts his hand on the door, ensuring it wasn’t hot. He sniffs, again. “Yeah, yeah I do. And actually–” he breathes in intently, “it smells like a cigar.”

Staring into each other’s eyes with a sense of panic growing inside of them, they simultaneously shout: “The boys!” Hurrying out of the master bedroom, they jog through the darkened penthouse, the earthy smoke smell growing stronger with each step they take until finally, they cross paths with a floating smoke ring in the air, coming from the living room.

Unexpectedly inhaling the smoke, Brynn begins to cough, crouching over to clear her lungs. Sam wafts at the fumes, trying to get a clearer view of where they were coming from. He finally reaches over the wall, flipping on the soft, ambient lighting of the room.

And their mouths drop in shock.

“Checkmate, mother fucker!”

With a smug grin on his face, Robin sits comfortably with his legs crossed in a wing-backed chair, smoking a meduro.

“You… you asshole!” Brynn lunges at Robin, only to be stopped by Sam. He instantly wraps his arms around her, urging her to calm down. “He’s the one!” She shouts. “You fucking used me!”

As Robin grins mischievously, Sam grows more concerned. “Wait, what do you mean ‘he used you’? And Robin,” he blows a raspberry, “what the fuck are you doing here so late?”

“And miss the show?”

“Fuck you!” Spits Brynn.

“So vulgar!” Robin jovially laughs to himself. “I personally enjoyed her with the baby talk myself.” He begins to applaud with his hands, “Marvelous performance, by the way.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to throw up,” Brynn whimpers into a scowl, crossing her arms. She turns towards her boyfriend. “He told me that you love baby talk, that you’ve made your past relationships call you that pet name–”

Both Sam and Robin interrupt her, holding up their hands. “No! Don’t say it!”

Brynn sighs, dropping her head into her hands. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Robin?” Sam peers at his brother, completely dumbfounded. “Did you really–fuck!” He lets out a scream, pacing in frustration before returning his attention back on his brother. “Did you really do this? Did you really tell Brynn all of that horseshit?”

“Pretty clever, huh, Sammy?” Robin chuckles.

Brynn storms up to Robin, stealing his cigar. “Get the fuck out of my house!” she sneers.

“Or else what?” Robin pretends to be fearful. “Is Brynny Wynny going to punish me for being a naughty boy?”

In a sudden flash, Sam grabs Robin by the arm, manhandling him from the chair and pushing him towards the elevators. “Spare key. Now.” Sam holds out his stern hand, fighting the urge to pummel his younger brother.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Robin tries to reason, “this is your fault, too. You’re the one that gave me a fucking hard-on at work today. At least I helped you get some action–”

Sam shoves Robin against the wall, holding his forearm across his throat. He leans in close.. “Our prank wars are between us,” he snarls. “And for the record, I got action despite you.” Robin quickly drops his key into Sam’s other hand, causing Sam to let go. He roughly escorts his brother onto the elevator. “Enjoy your hand, little bro,” Sam pumps his hand in the air as if his fingers were wrapped around a phallic shape.

Once ensuring Robin was gone, Sam retreats back into the living room to find Brynn curled up on the couch. He quietly sits next to her, remaining silent as they both stare out the widow at the New York City skyline.

“Are you okay?” Sam gingerly whispers.

“I’ll be fine,” there’s a tremble in her voice as she hides the fact she is wiping away tears on her shirt.

“Brynn, I–” Sam senses her sadness, pulling her body onto his lap. “I’m so sorry this happened.” He nuzzles his nose into her cheek, naturally making her become unglued with tears.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he tightens his embrace around her. “I’m just so embarrassed–”

“Shhh, I know,” he consoles her, rubbing her back endearingly. “But, hey, it’s me,” he sweetly laces her hairline with kisses. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was definitely, um–” he clears his throat, making Brynn slap playfully at his chest, “--but, I bet you we will laugh about this someday.”

“You think so?” Brynn smiles, wiping at her eyes.

“Yep, when we’re old and gray,” he snickers, squeezing her affectionately, “and I need one of those pills Robin took.” Sam and Brynn fall into a tizzy of laughter, holding tightly to each other in the dark.

“Dad! Brynn!”

All of a sudden around the corner, Mickey and Mason bound towards the couple on the couch. Sam rubs his hand down his face as the boys sleepily fall into his and Brynn’s lap.

“What are you two doing out of bed? It’s late.”

“Well, we wanted to make sure you and Brynn were okay,” quietly answers Mason. “We heard hollering voices.”

“Yeah,” interjects Mickey. “We weren’t sure if you needed help,” he flashes a concerned look to his brother before continuing, “or if it was a private, adult thing. You know–” he covers his mouth secretively, leaning in towards his father and his girlfriend to whisper. “--involving the f-word.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, turning his attention to Brynn. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope.” Completely unphased, Brynn is already shaking her head, staring at the twins. “After what just happened? Not even a little bit.”

After a few minutes of late night snuggles with the boys, the twins finally retreat back to their room, hand-in-hand with Brynn and Sam. They eagerly jump into their bunk bed, their eyes instantly becoming heavy with exhaustion.

“Love you, guys,” whispers Sam as he flips on their night light.

“Love you, too, Dad,” yawns Mason.

“G’night Brynn,” Mickey sweetly waves.

“Sweet dreams,” she softly singsongs.

Shutting the door, Sam wraps an arm around Brynn, guiding her slowly down the hallway. Once reaching his bedroom, he closes the door before engulfing Brynn in his strong embrace, tracing comforting circles down her back. After several moments of enjoying each other in silence, Sam presses his lips against the shell of her ear.

“Who’s ready to go night-night?”

Brynn giggles, stealing a kiss from his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

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