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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Happily Ever After

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Summary: The Royal Wedding

Pairings: Carter X Story

Rating: 🥺🥺🥺

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Carter Baizen Masterlist

Carter picks up the square heavy bottle of his Zegna cologne. A new customized bottle just for him. Engraved with his initials and everything. Giving himself a little spritz on his tux, when he sees Ransom’s reflection walk in. “Can I talk to the bonehead alone?” he looks between Blade, James, TJ, and Sammy. Those dark blue eyes focused only on the man that’s about to take his daughter from him.

The men give a nod, and head towards the door, leaving Ransom and Carter alone. Something Carter had wanted to avoid for awhile, and now Ransom is the one demanding the time alone. “Still wearing my cologne I smell.”

“She likes it on me,” he clears his throat pretending to straighten his tie.

“I wanted to avoid this day, in so many ways,” Carter turns to look at Ransom, unsure of what to say. “But, it also feels right. The goal is for your kids to leave the nest. You know I love all my children so much. I have such a special bond with each. But that little girl…” Ransom stops, Story is no longer a little girl. She’s his grown daughter. Successful in her own right. Missing those nights he would walk past her room, to see her asleep in her window nook. Wishing for the man that stands in front of her. Carrying her to her bed, and she’d let out a soft sigh, before telling him, she loved him. The times throughout her life, she tried to include Carter every time. Saying his name before even saying mama. Story always knew that Carter was meant for her.

“I’m sorry,” Ransom takes a long slow breath before looking up at Carter. “She’s not a little girl anymore.”

“She is to you.”

“Still, yeah. She’s my baby. My hopeless romantic. She was twenty-one years old crawling in my lap. She doesn’t do that anymore,” Carter looks down at the floor. “It’s your lap she crawls in. She doesn’t give me goodnight hugs, those are for you. Or crawl in mine and her mom’s bed, because she’s got you. I don’t know if you realize how it was always you she wanted.”

“It hasn’t really hit me yet.”

“Remind me after the honeymoon to give you Harlan’s books and journals. You’re in there a lot. You think she was wishing for Prince Charming, it was always you. I know I screwed up a lot of things between you two, but you found your way back. And you have went above and beyond what I could have ever imagined for my Story book. She’ll always be my daughter, but…” looking down at the floor, he pulls out the ring he had made for his bonehead, Mr. Tweedle Dum himself. Trying to stop the tears from falling down his face, at letting his daughter go.

“She’s yours now. That scares and hurts me so much. But I’ve never seen her happier. Never seen a man care for a child that biologically isn’t yours. I would never question it if I didn’t know.”

“I learned from you, Mr. Drysdale,” Ransom huffs out a laugh. Carter knew all too well about Ransom loved Iris just like his own biological children. Ransom just never imagined he was a training the boy for his grandson.

“I saw my grandson, it looks nice on his finger. But here,” without anymore words, Ransom gives him a grownup pinky signet ring. Nearly identical to his. “It’s not a…a family heirloom.”

“It’s special all the same Mr. Drysdale. It’ll become a family heirloom.”

“Take care of my baby.”

“I will.”

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Otto’s hands smooth out the jacket of his custom tux. The silky black a mix between his dad’s and Blade’s. “Uncy Bwade, do you know what yow going to say?” Otto snickers, he knows his uncle is surprising his mommy with a speech from her favorite movie.

“Yep, buddy. Buttercup isn’t going to know what’s in store for her huh?”

“Since…since mommy is mawwying daddy, will she be a queen?”

“Yep,” Carter responds, getting on Otto’s eye level. “She’s going to go from being the Princess of Boston to the Queen of her castle. My Queen,” Otto’s eyes shine up at his, “And you know what that means?”

“I’m Pwince Otto of Boston,” his hands push back the little boy’s hair. “Make it wook wike yows.”

“Hey!” Blade protests squatting down with him, “What about me?”

“I want to look like my daddy,” Otto scratches his nose, his own signet ring catching the light, and Blade stands to spray cologne on the young boy.

“It’s your mom’s favorite,” before Otto responds Harry walks through the door.

“She’s almost ready,” he looks at his watch shaking his head laughing.

“Alright, this woman is trying to kill me. She was supposed to be ready an hour ago.”

“You’re not getting nervous are you?” Blade slaps at his chest.

“I’m not scared. She’s all I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Ransom walks in for a final meeting before giving his daughter away, “Just want to welcome you officially to the family,” he extends his hand. The cool metal on Carter’s pinky hitting Ransom’s palm.

“Thank you Mr. Drysdale.”

“I believe you had a final gift for the Princess?” he hands over a box that Ransom opens up quickly. “You play too much you know that?” he asks before handing it to Otto.

“She’ll love it though,” he answers before shooing Ransom out the door. He takes a deep breath looking at himself in the mirror. “Alright, buddy, you ready to wait for mommy at the end of the aisle?”

“Yep.”

“First, you and Blade go take her the gift. She’s got to finish getting ready.”

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While everyone else is mulling around in the bridal suite, the usual bubbly and attention seeking Story sits quietly in a chair in front of a mirror. You watch as your itty bitty baby reflects on her life and how she got to her happily ever after.

Playing all the memories in your head of the two of them together as children, the many times that Story talked about how she would marry Sir Lancelot, to those eight short months where he finally fell in love with the princess.

Story had lived a hard life after her breakup with Carter. And you spent eighteen months of your life wondering if you would ever see her again. You smile wistfully at her. All the giggles and music that surround her, and she’s exactly where she wanted to be. She had fought to have Carter as her husband, and he had proven to be more than her wildest dreams.

Her hand with her signature color pink on her nails rubs over that leather bound journal. Flipping it to rub along the spine and Carter’s name.

Iris is the only other one that pauses to watch her sister. The two of them while the closest had a rough couple of years. Iris had felt guilty about the time that she missed with her sister, especially when she needed her most. While Story never held anything against her. Telling her it hurt, but she needed that time to realize that she wasn’t the center of everyone’s world.

But now, she and her son had become the sun that Carter revolved around. The person that was without a doubt was made for her. “Story book,” you whisper at her. “It’s time to get dressed. Carter has another present…”

“Mama!” she gives you a little whine.

“Baby, this is his love language. Blade and Otto are delivering it. But you also have to see your daddy, and give Carter, grandpa’s journal,” those big round eyes look up at you, almost begging you to not make her do the last part.

“Ree, you wanted Carter to read that journal. The marked part today. He’ll have time with all the many years you’re going to be together to read the rest,” Iris cups her sisters cheek and gives her a kiss to her forehead. “Me and mom are going to help you dress.”

Everyone stops their movements; Aster, Lucy, Arleigh, Emy, and even Posie and Ellie to watch them get Story dressed. “Is the second dress this big?” Aster asks giving her sister a wink.

“Ree you look like a princess,” Story pouts up at you and you stop a minute, and you’re unsure why.

“Carter, he said he thought you were a princess the first time he met you at yours and dad’s, and he wanted his own.”

Iris finishes zipping up the back just in time for Blade to knock on the door. Getting confirmation that everyone was decent that sweet little boy that is his parents’ world looks inside. “Woah, mama! You wook bootifuw. Daddy won’t be abwe to stop wooking at you,” he reaches up for the box in Blade’s hand and he holds it up higher.

“Dats mine. I’m the one that’s gotta give mama hew pwesent. Gimme it Uncy Bwade,” Story only laughs and tells her brother to hand the present to him.

“First,” he walks up to his sister, knowing her look is not quite complete but still gazing over one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen. Giving her a kiss to her cheek, “Carter is a lucky man.”

“Mama, hewe. Daddy did this aww by himsewf,” he hands her the box, and she opens it and gasps. “What is it? Daddy just said it’s weaw.”

She looks at Blade with tears in her eyes, “You always were his princess, Ree,” he grabs at the tiara and everyone else in the room has their moments of oohing and ahhing, “Mom, somebody, help crown the future queen.”

“I want to,” Aster hands her champagne flute to Emy, and goes to grab the tiara. “He always did know how to make you smile, princess,” Story watches her sister in the mirror as she places the tiara on her head. Fluffing her blonde locks around the jewels. Taking a moment to smile at Story’s reflection.

“I don’t know what you’ve always seen in him. But I can tell you what,” Aster stops and takes a deep breath. “Other than James Rogers, I don’t know of any man that has had a girl love him as long as you have Carter. Story, you were always meant for him and he, you. You really are his perfect little princess.”

Story spins to give Aster a hug. Holding onto her tightly. “I love you Azzie.”

“I know you do. I love you, too, itty bitty.”

Otto stands pouting at his mom, giving her dress a little tug, “You fowgot about youw son. I need to see you up cwose,” pulling away she squats down to look at her handsome boy. So much like the brother she thought hung the moon.

“Mama,” Otto’s lip puckers out, and he quivers. “Why awe you so pwetty?”

“Oh my beautiful, handsome boy,” she sighs holding onto him.

“You got a wot to do. You bettew get stawted,” she kisses at his forehead, and Otto plays around with his signet ring. Before looking at her, and kissing on her lips hard.

“Ree, I’ll walk you to dad,” Blade holds out an arm for her, and with a deep breath she follows him. Counting her breaths with every step she takes. “Sissy?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never told you how proud I am of you. You have fought for this life you’re getting since you were a kid. I have heard about this stupid boy more than most. Listened to your stories, even adding them into my games. I watched you slowly spiral. Missed you for over a year. You put in the work, and still the world wasn’t done with cutting you down. Story, I’m sorry I wasn’t better at protecting you from those people.”

“Bladey…”

“No, I don’t think he fully understands how much you have wanted today.”

“He does. He’s a good man, Bladey. And I know good men.”

Blade gives her a soft smile, and starts leading the way to his dad, “You know how I knew he was the one for you?”

“How?”

“You remember, before Otto turned one, I don’t know how the conversation started, but he created a senior prom for you when you got your GED?” Story gives him a little giggle, looking down at the floor.

“I’m serious. Made all of us wear fancy clothes. Mom and dad got their own prom, too. Otto was in a bow tie and suspenders. He didn’t give you some big party, he gave you the prom that you wanted with him. Limo and all. Like the night…”

“You became my Prince Charming,” they stop in front of the room where Ransom is waiting, and she can only beam up at him.

“Some things you love seem silly to almost everyone, but he gets it. What’s important to you, becomes his priority just to see you smile. He’s the one Ree. And you always knew. You did good. Always a dream chaser,” lifting her hand he kisses on her ring finger. “I’ll see you later princess.”

Story opens the door and sees her daddy, and she starts to pout at how handsome he is. “Daddy,” is the only thing she’s able to get out. Walking over to him, and her fingers wrap around his ring finger for the last time, and he smiles through his tears. Looking his itty bitty baby up and down.

Holding up his hand to spin her around. “You really look like a princess today,” he gives her a tap on her tiara. “Stupid Tweedle Dum. You may not know it, but you’ve always had that boy wrapped around you pinky. He was amazed by you.”

“Daddy…”

“Baby, I don’t know how you did it. But you…you did it. I love all you girls, but you and Iris you’re killing me.”

“We’re the only two that’s married.”

“Shh,” he holds his finger over her lips and giggles. “I know that. I don’t like giving you away to some bonehead. But I have never seen anyone make you smile like he has. That man…my god, he’s so patient with you. I have never seen him annoyed with you. Never seen him not race to come home to see you and Otto, and I’m losing you,” Ransom covers his eyes to cry, but Story pulls his hand down looking into his deep glassy blue eyes.

“I feel like I lost you a long time ago. Same with Iris. James and Carter have always scared me. I knew they’d take you two away from me.”

“I’ll be living on the compound, daddy. We can walk to your house.”

“It’s not the same. I won’t come home late, and see you sitting in that tower, looking up at that star of yours. But you haven’t done that in years have you?” smiling she shakes her head no. Pulling back at his hand for her finger to trace around his wedding band. Ransom swallows deeply, knowing that this too, is the last time she’ll trace over his wedding band.

“You’ve always wanted a love like mine and your moms, but you’re getting something entirely unique. What’s the same is the love and respect you two have for each other. I have no doubt you’re going to fill that castle with all these beautiful little princesses. You’ll nurture each of their unique personalities, and be a mother just like yours. Baby, you’ve given Carter a love he’s craved. I know what it was like for him. I was him. So I guess that means, I have always been your number one person.”

“Did you really have to question that? You were my blueprint for what a husband is supposed to be. Mom showed me what a wife was supposed to be. I know he wasn’t your favorite…”

“You’ve done worse.”

“I have. But he’s my favorite. No one has ever came close to comparing to him.”

“Do you really have to marry him? You can always keep the Drysdale name,” Story scrunches her nose up and shakes her head. “Fine.”

“Besides, I think it’s time to match my husband and son’s last name.”

Ransom leans down to give his daughter one last kiss, and hands her a box. “You owe me for that.”

“I’ll make sure to give you another grandbaby.”

“Story book, that is not what I meant,” she only turns walking away giggling. “Story! Don’t you go jumping on the bed with that boy! Story Rose Drysdale.”

“Enjoy that name while you can daddy. Love you, I’ve got to hold a Bonehead’s hand.”

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Carter paces around his suite with James, Harry, TJ, Blade, and even Otto watching him. “Daddy, mama wooks weawwy pwetty. Daddy hew wiked youw pwesent. Daddy!” Carter turns to look at the little boy.

“Why awe you acting wike dis. Mama gonna mawwy you.”

“I know buddy. I’m just ready to make her my wife. And this waiting isn’t helping. And I know when…I’m not ready to read that notebook. I cant read Harlan’s words.”

“She wants you, too,” TJ answers. “That woman that you fought so hard to be with, she wants you to read what her grandfather thought about you. I’m assuming it’s not bad.”

“Has someone kept my mother away from her?”

“Yeah,” Blade answers. “I got BeBe to deal with her. Told her a bit of what Lydia said to Story and about…” he stops when he hears Otto sneeze, blessing himself before crawling into Harry’s lap. “BeBe isn’t too happy about someone insulting her baby and great grandson. She said she’ll bring her claws out just for her.”

“I wish she would,” Carter sighs, but everyone stops when they hear a tiny little knock.

“Carter,” Story voice squeaks, peeking her head in just a little. The angle of the room making it impossible to see her. “I’m gonna wait on the other side of the door.”

He takes a deep breath before walking away from the group with Blade playing some music to give them some privacy.

Carter smiles seeing Story’s little fingers wiggle around, “You’re still stuck on me not seeing you?”

“It’s bad luck,” she lets out a sigh when Carter takes her hand in his own. “Our son said I looked like a real life princess.”

“Has Prince Jack Benjamin seen you yet?” she laughs saying a no. “Good, I don’t need a real prince trying to steal you from me.”

“It’s not possible, Baizen. A lot have tried, and they’ve all failed. I um…I got you something. You’re hard to shop for. So I got…just here,” removing her hand, she holds out that box that was just given to her from her father.

The box isn’t a new one. Worn with the years, and when he opens it he can’t help but to be shocked. Of course she would go for something more sentimental. He pulls the watch out, and flips it around. ‘To my love H.R.D inscribed on the back.’

“You used to hold up dad’s arm to check the time.”

“Even told my parents I wanted a Rolex just like Mr. Drysdale’s,” he slides the watch on and looks at the old piece. Looking at his arm and feeling like a little kid all over again.

“You smell good,” she giggles, stopping when she feels his now Rolex clad wrist searching for her hand. “We made it Baizen.”

“You’re not gonna run away before I get to see you in another dress are you?”

“Nope. The only place I’m running is with you from now on. Here,” she holds out Harlan’s journal for Carter. “There’s a post-it where I want you to read. You have the rest of our lives to read the rest. I love you, Carter Rory Baizen.”

“I love you, too, Story Rose Drysdale.”

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Ransom walks up to his daughter, giving her a kiss before pulling the blusher veil over her face, “It’s not too late, Story book. The Beemer is out there, and we can make a get away.”

“Hush,” she whispers.

“Mama, whewe do I go again?”

“You can either stand with me, daddy, Blade, or you can sit with Papa and Mimi okay?” he nods his head, clinging to her hand a little bit tighter. That pinky ring shining on it.

“You weady, mama,” with a deep breath, Ransom and Otto escort Story down the aisle. Her eyes only on Carter’s. Steady falling tears drift down his cheeks, and his breath stutters for a few beats.

The moment the two of them locked eyes, everything else froze. Nothing mattered but their person. Their place. “Who gives this woman to be married?”

“Hew son,” Otto pipes up causing little giggles.

“Her mother and I. But I really don’t want to. Can this be a loan?”

“I do,” Blade laughs at his dad shaking his head.

“I do,” Aster and Iris add in.

“I do. I’m the best friend.”

“I do. I’ve known her longer,” Emy adds glaring over at TJ playfully.

“I guess I’m gonna say, I do. Because everyone else has,” Arleigh gives a scrunchy nose smile.

“Since no one wants to give Carter away. I will,” James adds.

“Ridiculous,” Lydia huffs out.

“So basically everyone is ready to see these two get married. Ms. Drysdale,” Steve tells the two of them, before she turns to give Iris her bouquet, grabbing onto Carter’s hands, and he leans into to whisper that she looks like a dream.

“Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today,” Story and Carter begin laughing uncontrollably the more Blade speaks. “Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement. That dweam wivin a dweam,” Otto throws his head back cackling. His little body almost convulsing, and James has to hold him up to keep him from falling over. “I’m sorry guys. Otto dared me.”

“I did not. Dat was all Uncy Bwade and Hawwy’s idea. I knew nofing.”

“Now that we had an introduction,” Steve’s eyes turn to look at Lydia who rolls her eyes, and he obnoxiously clears his throat. Carter can’t help, but to move even closer to Story, leaning forward a bit to tell her how beautiful she looks.

“Uh uh, back up. No kissing yet. I know that these two have had a journey. I want this ceremony to be about them, and I’m sure with Story’s romantic words it’ll be beautiful. But I just want to say, Carter you have in many ways been a son to me. When you weren’t at the Drysdale’s, you and James were being annoying at my house. While it wasn’t Story you thought you were going to marry, you were always describing her. I like to think that I was a small part of you becoming the man you are today, even though l know Ransom played a bigger role. I’m proud of you son. You’ve turned into an amazing man. No go ahead and say your vows. And let’s get you two finally hitched.”

Carter pauses a moment to gaze at the woman in front of him. She really was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Reminding him so many ways of her mother and how he had really thought she was a princess, and that’s what he wanted to marry.

Story gives his hand a little squeeze, mouthing out a silent, I love you. “I have no words for you princess. From that first moment I saw you, your mom holding you and singing ‘Beautiful Dreamer’ to the moment that your hand grabbed a hold of mine, you’ve never let go.”

“You have always captivated me, in ways I didn’t fully understand. A girl who was free to float around without a care in the world. A girl that weaved this beautiful tale, that I became a part of. To the moment I saw the most beautiful woman in the world. You have ruined women for me, Story. From that moment, I was blinded by everyone else, because they just can’t compete. You have loved me in a way that no one ever has. I don’t deserve this life you’ve given me, but I have wished for it on a special star since my senior prom,” Story looks down at Carter’s tie, trying to not let her tears break through, to no avail.

“I can only hope that I’m half the man you think I am. And how many men, get to say that their wife has loved them their whole life? Thank you for this life. And I can’t wait for the rest of our lives.”

Otto runs from his mom’s side over to Blade, lifting his hands up to be held, “Uncy Bwade, I wanna watch mama tell daddy. They’we good wowds.”

“He’s all Drysdale, princess,” Carter chuckles. His hands the ones doing the squeezing now.

“Carter, I have wished, hoped, and dreamed of this moment for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember what the first thing I said to you was. I don’t remember when I fell for you, don’t remember when I knew that you were the one that I wanted to marry. But I can remember every time that you would bandage a scrape, tell me the names of the stars, help me with homework that I never understood, or you would humor me as I told some wild tale. All I have ever seen is you. All of you, and I still love every piece of it.”

“You have been the most constant thing in my life that wasn’t family. Took on roles you didn’t have to, because you wanted to see me smile. I don’t deserve you,” Carter’s head tilts, and Story reaches forward to wipe the tears off his cheeks. “I don’t. I never have. But I have always wanted you. You’re my place. My Sir Lancelot. My love. My best friend. After today, my husband. I love you so much Carter Rory Baizen. And I hope that I am the girl of your dreams because that’s only a smidgen of what you deserve. You deserve the world, and I’ll work everyday trying to give you that world.”

“Can you kiss hew awweady,” Otto giggles. “Daddy, you wanna kiss hew.”

“I know I do, buddy.”

“Uncy Steeb, teww ‘em.”

“You heard the kid. Put the rings on each other, and just kiss. We’ve waited a lifetime for this moment,” Carter and Story slowly slide each other’s rings on their fingers, and he pulls her into him by her cheeks.

Sliding his hands down her waist, so he can dip her. “Now, dats a good kiss. Papa, wook at dem.”

“Kitten, make it stop.”

“Leave my baby alone. Her wish finally came true.”

“Is dis happiwy evew after?” Otto whispers into Blade’s ear, his parents still connected at the lips and smiling in their kiss hearing their son.

“This is happily ever after.”

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Story watches a sweet exchange between her now husband and her dad. Her husband beams up at Ransom, pulling back the ending of their shake, and he gives him a quick, “Thank you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“I think it’s okay to call me Ransom now,” Ransom gives him a hard tap to the shoulders. His eyes drifting down to his right pinky.

“What about dad?” Carter asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, don’t push it. I think your wife is wanting a dance though.”

He turns back to Story with the biggest smile, “Well my queen, did you finally marry your Prince Charming,” he holds her close as they begin to dance.

“I got my happily ever after,” Carter slowly lowers himself to take her into a passionate kiss. His thumb teasing around the center of her chest. “I love you.”

“And I love you, too, Mrs…” his ears perk up when he hears the song, and Story gives him a little swat to his shoulder, “I like that line.”

“What’s that?” she asks giggling when his mouth nibbles on her neck.

“Beam of my heart. That’s what you are. The beam of my heart.”

“Always trust the ones that are always there, Mr,” but she doesn’t get to finish because his lips press up against hers. Regretting nothing. Pulling away he takes in the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life, and that familiar guitar chords starts playing when Ransom comes up to the pair.

“You stole her from me, so I’m stealing her one last time,” he smiles, grabbing his daughter’s hand when the lyrics to ‘Stealing Cinderella’ start playing. He dances around with Story only mouthing out the lyrics. “I had twenty-four years to prepare for this, and it still doesn’t seem real.”

“I know what you mean,” her eyes glance back at Carter only for a moment before she’s back to her dad. “You promise me, this is real life, and not just my dreams.”

“It could be your dreams, but it’s my nightmare,” she gives him a little swat to his shoulder. “I’m only kidding, Story book. He’s a good one. This just hurts. You don’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you. I just need you in a different way,” they continue dancing until the song finishes. Story leans up on her tippy toes and kisses her dad’s cheek, “I love you daddy.”

He watches as she walks over to Carter, those fingers wrap around his ring finger, and that’s when it fully hits him, she truly belongs to Carter. He’ll never feel that annoying little hand wrap around his finger again. That little point finger tracing around his wedding band, because he’s been replaced. “Captain.”

“Don’t start buttering me up, Kitten.”

“You knew this day would come, baby,” your hands smooth around his pretty face, and you pull him closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Why does it hurt so much.”

“Because you know that this is real. You know she’s never coming back as Story Drysdale again. That’s her person.”

“That’s her place.”

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Carter pulls a newly dressed Story outside. Her second dress of the day, and still looking stunning, and just like a princess. They walk across the bridge of the castle, and he turns his sight up to the sky. “What’re you doing?” she asks him with her megawatt smile.

“Just looking up at your star,” he looks back down at her, giving her a sweet kiss to her temple.

“Do you remember our Disney trip? The one for my birthday,” he gives her a smile, nodding his head. “Do you wanna know what I wished for?”

“Only tell me if it came true,” Otto runs out over the bridge to Carter and Story, and he leans to pick up the little boy, wrapping an arm around Story.

“It finally did today. I wished for you as my husband. Our own family,” her vision becomes blurry when her eyes fill with tears, and he pulls her closer.

“Daddy, why is mommy cwying?”

“She’s just happy buddy.”

“Is it a good time to teww you, I’ve been wishing for a baby brother?”

“It’s the perfect time, son,” Carter hums before giving her another kiss. With another wiggle of Otto, he pulls back from her embrace to set him down. Resuming where they left off. “Should we tell him, we already started making him a brother or sister when I helped you change?”

“Nope.”

“I’m spending the next week making sure our son gets his wish, Mrs. Baizen.”

“Good.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #story baizen #carter baizen #carter baizen x story baizen #otto baizen #the drysdale's

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