#but as a proud frenchie my new little baby makes me proud

[suckmyballshoney]

i would be happier for felix lebrun if he didn't knock out anton källberg.... 😔

Im sorry 😭 But the match was really cool, Anton really scared me at a few points man that guy is FAST like what

[talesofstyles]

Baby Steps

Here we go babies; an unedited, short, messy piece of husband!harry and dad!harry. Actually I had no intention to write this since I was knee deep in the best friend!h piece that I’m currently working on, but of course @harrysdimplles had to slide into my inbox the other day and feed me dad!harry concepts and boom here we are. Hope you like it! Xx

"Should we go to the park now?" Harry asked you as he bounced your ten month old in his arm. The baby had just woken up from a nap after lunch so he was in a quite good mood.

"It’s almost his snack time." You answered as you reached your arms out for your baby and Harry shifted him into your arms, pressing a kiss on the side of his forehead as he did. Harry had to leave for work to NYC last week for four days and ever since he’d been back he’s been hogging the baby all for himself. You loved it because that means you got more free time. You got to sleep in and heck you could even drink your coffee while it’s still hot instead of reheating that poor mug in the microwave for four times, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need some baby cuddles here and there.

"We can bring the snacks and have a picnic there. He’ll love crawling around on the grass, yeah? The dog could use a walk too."

"Alright but you’re feeding him. He’s having compote de pomme et mûres and it’s gonna be messy without a high chair." You warned your husband.

Harry smiled and raised his hand up for a high five and your baby gave him one as he babbled happily. He’s been high fiving since he was only four months old and that milestone was probably the one you two most proud of as his parents. "You’ve got yourself a deal, my love." He grinned at you as he leaned in to take the baby again. "Should we change your nappy before we go, nipper? Don’t want a full nappy eh?"

"Say ‘no’, he’s been trying to shake his head every time he hears no but he couldn’t do it without shaking his whole body so it looks like he’s dancing instead." You chuckled. "Nipper, no." You shook your head for the baby to mimic you. "We don’t want a full nappy."

"Ah!" Harry gasped when your baby did it. "He did it! He did it! Oh my God! He shook his head!"

"He did! Good boy!" You leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. "Alright, go change his nappy and I’ll pack his snacks."

"Don’t forget my snack!" Harry said as he climbed up the stairs to the baby’s nursery upstairs and this time you shook your head laughing at your husband.

You packed up the fruit purée that you and Harry made the day before and a petit suisse for your baby to eat after, along with a sippy cup full of water for your baby and a water bottle for you and Harry. As busy as your schedule could be, you always try to make your baby’s food from scratch instead of getting them from the shop and ever since your baby started solid food four months prior, it has been your Sunday activity making his food for the week and chuck them in the freezer for him to enjoy throughout the week. Long gone were those days of bar or club hopping in the weekends. But neither of you could complain because this was what you wanted to do all along. Topics about babies and settling down had never been a strange one to both of you since early on in your relationship. In fact, on your second date you nearly choked on a chip because Harry asked you out of the blue and casually you might add, "so, how many kids do you want?" You spent daydreaming about having your arms full of babies and now that you were getting there, it still felt surreal to you sometimes.

You put some grapes in a ziploc bag, along with some crackers and cheese because your husband—whom you swore made you feel like you’ve got two bloody bairns sometimes—could be arsey without a snack. As you were about to zip the bag, you heard a fit of giggles coming from the stairs, followed with foot steps coming closer to the kitchen. You looked up to see your boys and furrowed your brows when you realised he had changed the baby’s outfit as well.

"An outfit change in the middle of the day, huh." You raised your eyebrow. Although your baby looked insanely adorable in Rachel Riley’s white and red smocked outfit, that was way too fancy for an afternoon outing to the park. Not to mention the unnecesarry added laundry to your already high piles that you need to tackle later unless you want your family to ditch clothes altogether and live in your birthday suits just the way God intended.

"Hey if we’re going to take him out he’s gonna look his best." Harry insisted, sitting your baby down on top of the kitchen island whilst standing behind him. "’Sides, look at ‘im. He’s so cute in this."

"Of course. Mummy’s got great taste. Mummy knows other brands unlike daddy who’s such a Gucci hoe." You joked.

Harry gasped and covered your baby’s ears. "How dare you."

You burst in laughter as you took your baby in your arms and seeing you laugh made him laugh as well. "S’that funny?"

"You two are so mean." He pouted playfully.

"Alright Mister Pouts, go get your son’s coat. We need to go now if we want to feed him there. You know he gets cranky when he’s hungry." You reminded your husband as you pressed your lips onto your baby’s cheeks.

Harry smirked at you. "Ah, I know where he gets that from."

"Are you saying I get cranky when I’m hungry?"

"You threatened to set one of my suits on fire if I make you do a juice cleanse with me ever again, love."

"Oh! Piss off!" You laughed at your husband as you began walking to the front door with your ten month old on your hip. "What kind of husband only fed his wife liquid only a month after they got married?!"

"Well we had eaten like shit during our honeymoon so we needed that!" He giggled as he grabbed baby lad’s coat and put it on him before taking yours and helped you slip into them. "But of course you had to call your dad and told ‘im your new husband didn’t feed you. God I thought I was gonna die."

"Hey I didn’t call him! He called me." You stated.

"Potato, potahto." He rolled his eyes. "Alright, we’ve got everything?" Your husband checked as he unfolded the pushchair. He had already put Kingsley, the English Bulldog that you brought home just a week after you got engaged, on a leash as well.

You nodded before you put down baby lad in his pushchair and took the leash so Harry could push the pushchair.

"Let’s go!" Harry looked down at your baby before babbling at him in his obnoxious—but extremely adorable—high pitched baby voice. "Hey mate, are we gonna go to the park, yeah?"

You couldn’t help but giggle. "You’re such a dad when you talk like that."

"Well, I am a dad." He stated proudly. "The good kind I hope."

"You are." You reassured him.

He went on. "Am I though? I mean I’m away a lot, though not as much as I used to, I’m still away more than I like."

"Harry, you’re the best father I could ever ask for my child."

"Really?" He looked at you and you nodded. "Hang on, why are we getting soppy?"

"You started it!"

It was a weekday so the park wasn’t crowded. You walked around a bit looking for a spot before you settled underneath the tree, a little tucked away from the main pebbled road. You unleashed Kingsley so he could run around for a bit and Harry put the blanket down before taking the baby bag from underneath the buggy and placing it on the blanket.

"Ooh, my little love," you cooed baby lad as you took him out from the pushchair. "Should we eat now? Hmm? Look at that,"

"Hmm, it looks good, huh?" Harry took out the fruit purée from the bag. "Mummy and daddy made it just for you, nipper."

You put the baby on Harry’s lap so you could feed him. The baby was sat nicely, it was his father who couldn’t stop holding his hands and moving him around making some dance moves. "Stop wiggling around, you’re both wearing white and I don’t want to deal with blackberry stain."

"Jeez, you’re such a mum." He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Well yeah you knocked me up."

"Aye, that I did." He cackled.

After you fed baby lad his snacks, Harry taught him to walk by holding his hands above his head, letting your baby set the pace and direction. The sight in front of you was really heartwarming.

"Where’s mummy? Should we walk to mummy?" He looked down to your baby and your baby flashed a grin, making the two bottom teeth and the newly popped two upper teeth that were responsible for your lack of sleep two weeks prior fully visible.

Harry had always been so good with little ones. You loved seeing him doting on his godchildren and right when you thought it wasn’t possible for you to adore him anymore even if you tried, baby lad came along and your love for him grew somehow.

After walking for a little while, baby lad got sick of it so Harry just let him go so he could crawl around. Harry sat next to you on the blanket, munching on some grapes as he tapped his lap to get baby lad’s attention.

"C’mere, mate! Look at what daddy’s got!" He said as he raised a stick of comté. The baby crawled faster as soon as he spotted the cheese.

"Look at how quick you’re crawling after cheese. A wee Frenchie you are, eh?"

You furrowed your brows looking at your husband. "How is he French?"

"Well, technically he’s not. But I’m sure he was made in Paris."

You rolled your eyes in response as your baby quickly climbed up onto your lap, but he was smart enough to snatch the comté from his daddy’s hand before he settled on your lap. He was munching on the cheese happily, giggling at the ridiculous faces that Harry pulled.

"Look at that!" Harry pointed to a tree. "That’s a tree, it’s green and tall and.... leafy."

You burst in laughter at his description but he went on. "And that," he pointed to the sky. "That’s the clouds. Daddy’s got a song called clouds but it’s got nothing to do with the clouds."

"Daddy’s got a lot of songs with misleading titles," you chimed in. "Kiwi? You would think that’s about the fruit."

You jerked away when Harry tried to pinch your nose in response to your joke. "Hey! I’m holding your son here."

You both laughed as Harry leaned closer. He looked like he was gonna kiss the top of the baby’s head so it caught you off guard when he pressed his lips onto yours instead.

"Cheeky sod."

[sithlordintraining]

What’s Your Tale, Nightingale?

A/N: I plan on just giving it to you whenever I finish. :D Btw it’s 3K words sorry, I told you I made the first chapter wayyy too long, and this is 2/3 of the first chapter.

Summary: Good girl Rey Kenobi and greaser Kylo Ren fell in love over the summer. When they unexpectedly discover they’re now in the same high school, will they be able to rekindle their romance? OF COURSE, with a little help from their friends and some singing. But that was Junior year, can their love really stand the course of Senior year, college applications, and other teenage problems?

Chapters: Roles, 1, 3

You adjusted the books in your hand before pushing open the door. “Well, well, well, looks like the DCP duchess is trading in her crown to become a Hoth hipster.” “Hello, to you too,  Rizzo.” You sighed, sending her a short smile. “Hey Y/N!” The others said in unison. “Hey Martie, Hey Frenchie, Hey Jan, how are you guys?” The girls began to surround you. “So, is this your lunch?” Rizzo crossed her arms. You nodded to be reciprocated with a devilish smile. “Join us.” She cocked her head and all the Pink Ladies followed and so do you. Getting your lunch you followed the clique. “So Y/N, are you looking to go from Red Roller to Pink Lady?” Jan asked as you all made your way to the bleachers. “Well Jan, I was never a Roller and if that’s an offer, I’ll think about it.” “Jan you know she was just the Queen of DCP and she was miss social butterfly, plus it was that ‘friend’ of hers that was lead Roller. How’s Big Gwen?” Rizz quipped. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. She was talking about Phasma; Phasma has been your best friend ever since you could remember and she and Rizz had their fair share of altercations. “Yes, Rizz that was Phasma and she’s fine. And I’m sorry about last year.” She shrugged at your apology as she sat on the bleachers. “Eh, you win some, you lose some.” Martie scooted closer to you grabbing your wrist “Flip! Is this a Tiffany’s bracelet?” Martie shoved her sunglasses up and all the other girls moved closer. “Bonafide.” You smiled and all the girls squealed.

The Pink Ladies surrounded you on the bleachers as the sun illuminated their pink satin jackets. With your shining curls, black cat-eyed sunglasses, and being in the middle made it seem like there was a pink spotlight on you. And the Knight’s noticed. Kylo, of course, didn’t because he was too busy watching Rey at cheer practice. “Oh, man look at her!” Juney exclaimed. “This chick is choice! Don’t you think so Kylo?” Kylo felt a dull pain from being shoved before he turned to see Juney. “What?” He asked, with an underlying tone of annoyance. “This chick!” Juney pointed at you. “Oh, she’s beautiful! Who is she? I need to know!” Juney’s amber eyes seemed to glow as he couldn’t stop looking at you. “Gee Juney, you’re acting like Kylo before him and Rey got together,” Doody said and the others snickered. Kylo punched Doody in the arm before Juney began again. “Oh man, Kylo, you gotta help me out, man. She could be my Rey!” Kylo rolled his eyes at his friend’s statement. No one could ever be Rey. Especially not Y/N.Juney stood up “Psst! Psst!” He yelled receiving looks from everyone on the bleacher. You didn’t budge nor did the Pink Ladies, as you continue to be engrossed in whatever conversation you guys were having. “Kylo,” Juney nudged him again. “What’s her name?” “Y/N.” He said rather short. Juney smiled to himself, “Y/N.” He said it to himself giddily. “Y/N!” He began to yell and you finally looked in his direction.

Kylo rolled his eyes. He got up and began to walk down the bleachers. Rey noticed and whispered something to Rose before making her way to him. “Hey, baby.” Kylo shoved his hands in his leather jacket. A smile appeared on her face, exposing her dimple. She loved when he called her that. “Hi.” She said softly and she was met with his lips on her forehead. “How’s practice?” He asked. She shrugged. “It’s ok, just getting ready for Homecoming.” Rey peered behind his broad shoulders. “What’s going on?”  He looked over his shoulders to see the Knights and Pink Ladies yelling at each other, with Juney and Rizzo at the forefront. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” His large hands raked through his raven locks. Her brown eyes followed the movement of his hands. One of his defense mechanisms. “Who is that yelling at Rizzo?” She asked. “Um…” Kylo’s fingers combed through his hair. He didn’t want to tell her about Juney. “That’s Juney-” “He’s your friend?” “Um, yeah and-” “I haven’t heard anything about him.” Rey shook her head. “He just moved back.” All he wanted to do was change the subject, but thankfully she did it for him. “Do you have a class right now?” Rey asked. Kylo’s ears started to redden. “No.” He lightly chuckled. “I have lunch.” She placed a hand on her hip. “No, we have lunch together, remember?” He smiled widely “Oh yeah, now I remember! It’s a free period.” Rey couldn’t help but giggle at her boyfriend’s lack of persuasion. “Ben.” She said. “Rey,” Kylo replied. “Ben, please go to class. I really want us to go to the same school.” Rey wrapped both of her hands around his large one. He sighed, nodding. “Anything for you baby.”

Kylo decided he would go to his last class, he thought it wouldn’t be that bad: English. Just a bunch of reading and talking about what this stands for, he was pretty sure he could do it. He walked in the class, book in arm. “Well, nice of you to join us.” Mr. Tekka said. Kylo looked at the clock, realizing he was late. “Better late than never.” He shrugged making his way to the empty seat in the back corner. “And I guess better an F than not showing at all.” All the students chuckled and the teacher’s reply as Kylo rolled his eyes. “As I was saying, I decided to do partner work this term to see how each person’s opinions differ from one another. And I would love to start now. So Mr. Solo if you may.” His hand pointed to the opposite corner. “It’s Ren.” Kylo got up and walked over. “Until it changes on the roster, Mr. Solo it is.” Mr. Tekka turned around. A mumble of curses left his lips only for him to stop moving. Sitting in the corner was Y/N, legs crossed and nose in a book. He grabbed an empty desk, dragging it across the floor towards her. Her fingers clutched tighter to the book before she closed it. “You really know how to make an entrance Benji.” She said. He plopped down in his seat. “Don’t call me that. It’s Kylo now.” “Oh, so I’ve heard.” He was now up close and he could see how your features had matured. “And you’re here.” You furrowed your perfectly arched brows. “Am I not allowed to be?” you questioned. He shrugged. “I never said that. I just wanted to know what brings you to Hoth?” It was your time to shrug. “Just trying something new, Benji.” You teased. “Alright you listen,” He pulled your desk closer to his. “Don’t call me that. I hated it then and I hate now. It’s Kylo.” His brown eyes stayed locked with your (y/e/c) ones. “Did I razz your berries? I still can’t believe you’re mad at that.” You moved your desk back to its original position. “You named your dog after me!” He moved closer this time. “Oh, for the last time,” You shook your head. “It wasn’t me, it was my mother. And she had sincere intentions.” Kylo’s eyes bugged. “SINCERE?! She named the dog after me because it had big ears!” He exclaimed. “We were six! It’s been eleven years!” Kylo crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip. “It still hurt. You’re one of the reasons I changed my name.” You twisted your lips to the side before facing forward. “If it makes you feel any better seven months later, my mother gave it to my nanny when she moved to Mesa. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” You sighed. Kylo eyes darted to you and he saw yours start to glaze over. “Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” His hand started to hover over your shoulder. “It’s alright. I always thought you were the better Benji.” You shot him a smile and he couldn’t help but let a small one slip. “Oh kid, I see I’m going to have a long year with you.” No one else even noticed the slight emotion Kylo was showing and usually it was only with Rey that he acted like this. But Rose did and she definitely was going to tell Rey.

School was over and Kylo and his crew made their way down the crowded hallway. Everyone began parting like the Red Sea. “Hey, baby.” Kylo leaned next to Rey’s locker. “Hi.” She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “So I was thinking we head to The Temple for some shakes and then-” “Oh Ben I can’t, I have an Apples meeting.” She shot him a solemn look. “I’m sorry.” Her shoulders dropped. “Hey, hey no worries.” He grabbed at her shoulders. “Listen, baby, I’m very proud of you ok. Don’t forget it ok.” His plush lips gently touched her forehead. “Hey, you guys go. I’ll meet you.” He told his friends as he felt her hands slip into his.He liked being alone with Rey, without being hounded or made joked about. It made him feel calm and he thought about this as he got into his car. He drove out of the schools horribly paved parking lot and rounded onto the road. Driving down Walgrove, stopping at a light he saw a very familiar figure. He honked his horn before yelling. 

“Hey! What are you doing?” You stopped in your tracks turning to your left. “I’m walking.” He stifled a laugh. “I can see, but where?” “Home.” You said shortly before continuing to walk. He began to slow down and move closer to the sidewalk. “Do you want a ride?” Kylo asked, if his mother knew he would let a girl walk home by herself, she would scream his ears off. “No, it’s ok.” You said, head still high moving as quickly as possible with your heels. Kylo glanced down at your choice of footwear and looked back up. “Well, are your sure? I’m pretty sure this is better than those.” He peered back down. “Are you trying to tell me what I should and should not wear, Kylo Ren?” His name slipping from her colored lips flowed with unintentional seduction from her devilish smirk and he hoped that her sunglasses were dark enough to miss the twitch from the jolt that ran through his body. You continued to walk down the block as the car caught started to catch up with you once again. “So I take that as a no, are you sure? I mean if my mother-” “I’ll gladly tell your mother she raised a perfect gentleman, but I live three blocks over and I’m basically there. Thank you very much for entertaining me on my walk home.” You smiled before rounding the corner. He was stuck just as the light turned red. Kylo looked back to see her hips naturally sway side to side. She definitely wasn’t the little girl with the big eyes and pigtails anymore.

The next day seemed to be going by fast. Before you knew it, it was your last period: gym. Which was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, where you concluded that you hated Tuesdays and Thursdays. You exited the locker room in your Hoth gym uniform, which was blue, green and white polo and matching tennis skirt. You squinted your eyes looking over at the bleachers. Frenchie and Martie waved and you reciprocated. You also saw that your stalker, this Juney boy wasn’t there. Thankfully. You made your way into the middle of the field. “Hi, coach.” You shuffled next to him. “Oh, Miss L/N! I’m glad you’re here. I want you to meet some people. This is Coach Secura and cheer captain, Patty Simcox.” You went to shake their hand only for you to be rattled by Patty. “Oh, Y/N you welcome to Hoth High! It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I hope you’ll join the cheer squad, it would be beyond unreal for you to be on it!” A 300-watt smile was plastered on her face as you just nodded in agreement.

“Hey Rose, who is Patty and the coaches talking to over there?” Rey asked mid-stretch. Rose turned to see you. “Oh, she’s a new here. A transfer.” Rey tilted her head. “She seems to be doing very well, I think I saw her with the Pink Ladies the other day.” Rose turned back Rey. “Well, I heard her parents are a kind of a big deal in the city.” Rey’s eyes wandered all over the girl, she had these amazing long legs that looked even longer in the gym skirt, all the way up to her face. “She’s quite a beauty, isn’t she?” Rey squinted for a better look. “Yeah, I think her mom is a pageant queen or something. I don’t really know, I just overheard some of the guys talking about it in English.” “English?” Rey perked up. “Like the class, you have with Kylo before this?” “Y-yeah.” She wasn’t the jealous type, but she had to admit this girl was beautiful. But after everything they went to finally get together, she didn’t want anyone coming between it. Rose saw how focused Rey was and decided to keep her observation to herself. “She’s coming over,” Rey said jumping down into a stretch.

“Hi, can I, um, join you?” You asked. “Sure.” Rey sent you a bright smile. “So you’re new here right?” She asked immediately gaining a look from Rose. “Yes, and you’re clearly not from here either.” You said. Rey was taken aback at your reply before you decided your choice of words sounded a little harsh. “I mean, your accent. You’re British, no?”  Rey began to laugh. “Yes, Yes I am. Are you liking Hoth High?” She asked. You shrugged. “It’s different from my last high school, but I know a few people here.” Rey looked at Rose before continuing. “Well, like Rizzo, Mart-” “Are you a Pink Lady?” Rose interrupted. Her voice sounded nervous. “Haven’t decided yet.” You reassured her. She laughed. “Ok, well if you ever want to hang with other people, you can hang with Rey and I. I’m Rose.” You smiled at the girl, who had her hand extended. “Thanks, I’m Y/N.” You shook it. Turning to do the same to Rey, she rejected it by asking a follow-up question. “How are your classes? I hear you are in Rose’s classes, how is Tekka?” Retracting your hand, confusion wiped on your face. “Um, classes are good. I didn’t know we had class together.” You turned to Rose. Rose only shot Rey a look. “Yeah I think so, but you were in the corner and then Kylo is so big.” Rey's eyes bugged. You only nodded “Yeah, that’s my class. And yeah he is pretty big. I would’ve never thought he would get that big.” A memory of him as a six-year-old playing ran across your mind. “Wait, you know Kylo?!” Rey interrupted. “Yeah, we went to school together when we were younger. Before, you know, the name change.” Rose coughed, allowing Rey to pull herself together. “Kylo? That’s not his name?” Rey slouched impassively. “Well, I don’t think I’m the right person to say. It’s not my name, you know? There’s probably a legitimate reason he wanted to change it.” Rey slowly shook her head before the coach was calling everyone over. “But knowing him, it was probably over something childish.” You smirked at the girls.

Kylo watched as Rey and her cheer friends made their way from practice. Their ponytails swinging from side to side as the whispered amongst each other. Her hazel eyes glanced at him before a lazy smile fell on both of their faces. “Ok, bye girls.” Alone in the school parking lot, these two lovebirds were on cloud nine. Both gazing at each other with brown doe eyes. Even in the car, they held hands, stole glances, and gave quick kisses. But, it was soon cut short when Kylo asked: “How was your day?” Her pink lips started to form for her opening word before, she jumped from the two loud horns coming from the car. “Hey kid, do you want a ride?” Rey sat back as she watched him slowly pull the car near the sidewalk, and sticking his head across her and out the window. “Oh God, is bugging me apart of your extracurricular activities?” The corner of Kylo’s lips twitched up, his eyes washing over with amusement. She followed his gaze, only to see you.

You rolled your eyes. “No, thank you. If I endure this harassment walking, I can’t even imagine what you’ll do to me inside.” Letting out a sarcastic huff of defeat. He bit his lip, chuckling at your stubbornness, his eyes looked down at your feet. “Oh! But, she listens to me! She’s wearing Earth pads, ladies and gentleman.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, a wide smile breaking out. And so did he. “No. I chose them because they go with my outfit.” You placed your hand on your hip. His eyes followed, seeing your figure in your gray shorts. Meanwhile, Rey just sat there flabbergasted watching him openly flirt in front of her! “Ben!” Rey shouted, causing Kylo to jerk to halt. “What? Rey, Baby, is everything ok? Are you alright?” His worried eyes searched for anything abnormal. “Ben!” She said through gritted teeth. “Are you really just going to sit there and act like I’m not there?” His brows furrowed. “No, I was just asking her if she wanted a ride.” You, on the other hand, watched while a quarrel started to arise. You tilted your head, thinking ‘She’s with Benji? No wonder she was acting so strange.’ Feeling uncomfortable, you decided to leave without being noticed.

“Well she’s gone now, so you can drop me off now.” Rey crossed her arms. Kylo looked at the spot you previously stood to see it abandoned. “Rey,” He sighed. “Don’t be like that.” “Be like what? Should I just let my boyfriend openly flirt with someone in front of me?” His eyes bugged as he faced her. “It wasn’t flirting! It was far from it, we are just friends.” Rey looked at him with tears brimming. “It seems that you have a lot of friends I don’t know about.” His large hands cradled her face. “Hey, no. Don’t cry.” “Then who is she?” She whined. Kylo pondered quickly over the right words to say, to not upset his girlfriend. “Her name is Y/N, we went to school together when we were little. And then she moved. I never saw or spoke to her ever again. She was my best friend” He cast his eyes down. She was his only friend.

P.S: I hope you like it! Hit me up anytime with questions, comments, and concerns<3 see ya <3

[iammarylastar]

2. Husband and wife

*5 years earlier*

“Jack let me introduce you to Shade Johnson. Shade this is Jack McLane, your partner.” Chief McKay announced.

The new pair stared at each other from head to toe.

Interesting! He thought. Embarrassing! She pursed her lips.

“I work alone!” They both objected in unison.

What a good pair! McKay thought to himself. They already are on the same page.

“Sorry guys but we need you both this time. We have some jeopardized interests in Paris. A branch of the Calabrese’s mafia from New York threatens an operation of dismantling of weapons and drugs deal. Our contacts on the spot who have been working undercover for nearly a year just fucked up. They’re off. You will fly to Paris and keep an eye on what the fuck is going on down there and report your French counterpart. Nothing really hard. Sneaking in the clubs the Italians regularly attend, keeping a watch on the big shots and their whereabouts, noting down addresses and acquaintanceships, reporting to French competent authorities. Like a walk through a meadow for you both.”

Chief McKay stopped his speech and looked at his two recruits. The man seemed bored and the woman upset.

“I’m sure Mr. Action man could do this all by himself right? I’ll surely be more helpful in another place with something riskier to do than babysitting McLane.” She snapped.

“Oh! Mrs I-have-menstrual-cramps-30-days-a-month sounds grumpy. An all-expense-paid trip in Paris with nothing to do than hanging out and be on a stakeout, I’m in! I bet the little Frenchies are warmer than you, Icecube.”

“Fuck you McLane.” She glared at him. Motherfucker. Fucking blue eyes.

“Matter of time baby.” He winked at her. She’s sexy when she’s pissed off.

“I’m glad you would enjoy a mouthful of some frog’s legs Parisienne.” She smiled exaggeratedly. Bastard.

“Sounds tasty darling.” He licked his lower lip before he blowed a kiss to her. Partner.

“Stop this! You are official agents of the CIA and you’re on mission from now on. I’ll not allowed any complaints nor whining. If you have personal requests, please use the hierarchical ladder. Now, pack up and take your files. You could study them in the aircraft. Take off at 1:00 p.m.”

Both agents grabbed their files, mumbling purposely too loud some chosen love words to their forced partners.

“And fill your luggage with fancy clothes, you’re gonna spend time with Parisian’s ‘la crème de la crème’. Lucky you, the American taxpayers offer you a room in the most expensive Parisian hotel. Luxury ‘à la française’. You will reside in the Ritz, place Vendôme for the next 3 months.”

“Nice!” Shade mumbled. “High heels and diamonds necklace, my life.”

“Picky princess…” Jack whispered.

“Guys I warn you, however you need to fix it, you figure it out. Get ready to get along and share a suite and live together for awhile.”

“Together?” They startled at the same time.

“Hold on guys. We need you as a couple. You’re officially Mr. And Mrs. Sinclair. Congrats you lovebirds!”

Shade’s face crumbled in pieces, while Jack’s lightened up just a bit. One thing he got from his hated father was the ability to push the other’s button. He has inherited the sardonic one-liner skill, the itchy trigger finger John McLane senior was well known for.

“Now get out of here, I’m tired to see your faces.”

Jack walked gently Shade towards the door, he opened for her. Reaching out the hand he unsuccessfully placed in her lower back before being yanked at roughly, he bowed:

“After you, love”

“I’ll be sick!” She grumbled.

“And no hanky panky guys you’re on duty!” McKay shouted to the young couple, laughing out loud.

*

“Let ’s work on our love story honey.” Jack shifted in his seat, facing his temporary wife.

“Don’t call me that McLane.” She glared at him for the hundredth time since they had settled down in the airplane.

Jack had acted like a fucking gentleman, touchy, smooth and attentive at will. Though she found him pretty attractive, he was definitely not her type.

“I know your maiden name, date and City of birth, everything about your fake parents and big sister, where you were in High school and college but the file doesn’t mention private stuff like…” He paused and thought of what he wanted to know.

“Like what, McLane?” She roughly asked.

“First, my name, our name is Sinclair, and since we’ve been in love and married for…” he flipped through the pages of the file to check on the date.

“Supposed to be in love.” She snapped.

“OK hun. Supposed to be in love and happily married for 2 years, I think you could call me by my first name. Jack, remember? We’re stuck with each other for the next 3 months, and 'undercover’ means we have to build a good story, in case people ask for more details. Details make the story credible.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, giving up. “Well Jack. What do you want to know?”

“Favorite colour?” He tried.

“Who would give a fuck?” She snarled.

“Honey…” he begged.

“OK, OK. I’ll answer but stop calling me honey! Blue.” She said.

“Great! Favourite meal? ”

“Bo bun. Thaï food. ”

“Mmmm. Love Thaï food too. Hobbies? ”

“I like to read files and reports. I like study about weapons and close quarter combat. I run 5 miles every morning and work out at least one hour a day. I don’t hang out with mate, I hate shopping, I don’t drink alcohol nor smoke. Satisfied?” She taped a forced smile on her beautiful face.

“Well… Let’s say you like reading books and going to the gym. We’re heading to France, are you sure you don’t like wine? French have some stunning Grands Crus, it would be a crime not to taste them.” Burgondy fine wines were Jack’s weakness.

“No. Read my lips. No alcohol. No cigarette.”

“Jesus, I hope you have sex at least. Otherwise your life would sound… deadly boring.”

“Dont push my button McLane.”

“Ok I’m done. How did we meet?”

“Highschool. The common cliché. You were the most popular quarterback. I was cheer leader.” Shade said.

“Great. Our wedding?”

“Simple. You fell on your knee to propose to me during the Superbowl, broadcast live on the big screens, I said yes, jumping up and down like a hysterical teen. You offered me the engagement ring you paid with your first salary, I jumped into your arms, everyone was in tears. Big ceremony in a luxury hotel, wedding pic on the beach. You looked dapper in your three piece suit, I looked fabulous in my 20000$ spectacular wedding gown. First dance was “Fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra- barf- Champagne and huge cake you and I cut together. The pic is pinned in our living room.

“Sounds like real. Very romantic. Honeymoon?”

“Gosh! Paris or Hawaii. Whatever. My dear husband refused to leave the bed to go sightseeing.” She sighed.

“ Yeah, you worn me out. I love that part. That’s why we’re back in Paris. Romantic getaway to finally enjoy the City of Lights and Lovers.” Jack looked straight into Shade’s green eyes and went on.

“Do we want kids?” Jack abruptly asked.

“Why did you ask that question?”

“We’ve been married for two years. That’s the usual next step…” he wondered.

“I guess we wanted some, one day, but we’re actually busy with our careers.”

“Do you want kids?”

“I just answered, didn’t you hear?” Shade got upset.

“Nah, I mean you, the real Shade. Do you want children?” Jack sounded serious.

“That’s highly personal. But I feel like you’ll harass me until you got your answer so. .. No.”

“It’s a shame. I’m sure you’d make beautiful babies.”

“You sneaky bastard. You don’t end up as a CIA spy without serious family traumas, do you?” Shade smartly noted.

“Good call. My so called father has me choosing for this job. He was a cop. Married to his loyalty to the NYPD. Never at home for Xmas nor birthday cakes. Only seeing in me a lame juvenile delinquent, like I was a disappointing pain in his ass. Never want to be that kind of father for my own kids.”

“Do you still want kids? Your trauma is not as serious as mine. I win hands down McLane.” Shade smirked.

“Sorry to hear that Honey.” Jack grabbed her hand.

“Don’t call me Honey. I warn you.” She yanked at it in disgust.

“Fine. What would be our emergency code?” Each agent, each mission needed one.“

"Not Honey for sure…”

“Anything in mind?” Jack asked.

Shade sighed loudly, obviously bored by the game. “I figured out all our love story already. You chose. I don’t care.”

“Great I like this. Let’s say… Babe.” He tried.

“No way. Pick something else.”

“Mmmm. Have you ever own a pet? I’m sure you’re a dog person.” Jack guessed.

“Wrong. We were not that kind of happy perfect family with pets and smiles. Mostly punches and bruises.”

“Holy shit. You’re right, you win hands down. Worst childhood award. Any blankie or favorite teddy?” He went on.

“I had this koala bear my aunt sent me from Oz when I was born. He was fluffy and cute. He had little Boomerangs tied on his back. I named it Boo. He was my best friend. We were inseparable until my father threw it in the fire.”

“Boo. Suits you. That’s it. You’ll be my Boo.” Jack smiled.

“I totally hate it. That’s the most ridiculous pet name for a guy??? Let’s say…. you do look like Cupcake, what do you think?” She smirked.

“I’m a fan. I vote for it. Boo and Cupcake. Sounds like killer names for a dangerous mission. Exclusively reserved for emergency case.” Jack said, proud of his nice touch and of his ability to make Shade talk about herself. It punched his heart to figure out her as a little girl fighting with family issues but that’s what made her strong and bitchy. Which he liked a lot.

“Anything you wanna ask about me?” Jack was ready to let it all out for her.

“Only one. When are you going to shut up?” She snapped sarcastically.

Jack frowned and slammed his back on his seat. It was a long shot…

Jack suddenly shoved into his carry on and dug out a dark blue jewel box he was quick to open. Two wedding rings were lying on the velvet pillow, tied with a silky ribbon.

“I thought those ultimate details would make our romance real. I hope you’ll love the one I chose for you.”

Without asking for permission he freed the single diamond ring and put the ring on her finger. A weird twist tickled her stomach when he stared intensely at her, squeezing tenderly her left hand.

“For better or for worst, Boo. Happily ever after.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up McLane.” She snapped, uncomfortable. Why had he be that damn cute?

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43. Yernin’

Sincere

“I really enjoyed myself tonight, Jayce.” I smiled as he walked me up the walkway of my house. “Good, I’m glad.” Reaching the front door, I looked down nervously as I hadn’t thought of anything else to say. “Well, I guess this is good night.” “Night, Sincere.” Staring at my lips, I felt him inching forward to kiss me when we were interrupted by one of my little brothers.

“Who’s this?” “Major, go back in the house!” “Pops said you can’t have no nappy headed boys running around here.” “His hair is not nappy, now go!” “What’s your name? Do you have a 401K?” “Inside! Now!” Shutting the door, I covered my face in embarrassment as I turned a beet red. “I’m sorry about him.” “It’s ok. Little man seems like a cool cat.” “I’m a lion, not a cat!” He shouted from behind the door. Chuckling, I played with my hair as we stood there. “Until next time, Sincere.” He smiled leaning down and giving me a sweet, gentle kiss before walking to his car.

Getting up to my room, I took off my shoes and reclined back in a daze as I could still feel the tingling sensation from the kiss lingering on my lips. Squealing, I fanned myself before grabbing my phone to text my best friend, Paris.

To French Toast💍: Gurllll, omg, this boy and his lips!

From French Toast💍: BITCH YOU GOT SOME?! Omg I’m so proud of you 👏🏾🤧

To French Toast💍: Lol girl no! We just kissed. Wyd anyway with to fast ass??

From French Toast💍: Girl nothing. Going through my pictures. I need a new pfp. And guess who texted me girl?

To French Toast💍: Ooooh lemme see! Who👀

From French Toast💍: Girl, Dustin, with his fine ass😝 He said he need my help with some little prank he pulling on Tiara.

To French Toast💍: That first one is EVERYTHING bitch! But why is he pranking Tiara? I thought they was good.

From French Toast💍: Idk boo but he can get it! I like that photo too

To French Toast💍: Girl uh uh. You are too cute to be ruining happy homes

From French Toast💍: Girl, we in high school, ain’t no type of homes being ruined... unless he ask I mean shit! Lol jp jp🤣 but yea lemme see what light bright wants and I’ll get back to you.

To French Toast💍: A whole mess, that’s what you are😂😂 bye Frenchie

From French Toast💍: Bye boo!

Laying back in my bed, I looked on my phone and saw Jayce texted me goodnight and began to melt again into the sheets. The best day ever!

Paris

Ending my texting session with my little Sin-namon roll, I hit up Dustin to see what this little “prank” business was about. “Hello?” “Hey, Dustin, it’s Paris.” “Hey, hold up real quick.” He whispered shuffling around before coming back to the line. “Aye, what you been up to?” “Nothing much, what about you?” “Coolin coolin. Listen, I need your help with a surprise I’m doing for Tiara.” “What kind of surprise?”

“I got her a promise ring and I’m throwing a party for her birthday coming up, but I’m extra so I can’t just give it to her in a regular way. Imma prank her and make her think I’m messing with you when in reality, you gone be helping me with the party.” “You doing all that for a party and a ring? Why don’t you just plan the party, surprise her, and give her the ring?” “Cause everybody does that, I gotta be different.” “Ok I get that, but why do I need to help plan the party? Don’t you have sisters? Your mom and dad?” “Because, no one throws a party like you.” “I mean, you know, I try.” “Come on, please? For me?” “Ugh, fine I’ll help.” “I swear you won’t regret it.” “Who are you talking to?” I heard Tiara gripe before he hung up.

Erika

Washing the dishes, I was deep in thought about the possibilities of another baby. What if we try and are unsuccessful again? I can’t take anymore heartbreak right now. Reaching to put the dry dishes up, I felt Peyton’s warm body behind me. Giving me a big assuring hug, I smiled as he kissed me on my shoulders and held me. “I know you’re scared, baby bear, but we got this.” “But what if we don’t, bae?” “Even if we don’t, I’m still willing to try and give you what you need. Imma always be here through the uncertainty.” Smiling and tearing up, he kissed me deeply before lifting me up and carrying me to the bedroom.