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butteronabun · 6 months ago

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i just want you to take me where your heart is

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader highschool au.

overview: and who could possibly be the golden boy’s type?

wc: 2k

notes: imagine diluc with his hair down in this one. and also. diluc’s father hasn’t d-worded in this au so he’s the happy diluc we all know and love before shit hit the fan ( we still love him even after shit hit the fan tho )

Diluc Ragnvindr is prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker.

And of course, he’s every girl’s dream guy.

“. . . And yet, he’s still single,” Kaeya remarks with a smirk, and his friends around him laugh in unison.

Currently, he’s eating lunch with them in the campus’ outdoor park — a place of tranquility where some students prefer to hang. Instead of being involved in the hustle and bustle of what goes on in their cafeteria, be it your average food fights or impromptu musicals incited by a certain twin–braided man, said outdoor park was a better option for these lads to unwind.

“You know, I used to think that he and Jean would look good together,” a friend of Kaeya says, and they all turn to him. “She’s just like him: elegant and grades conscious. Takes part in student governments and volunteers to school events. Plus, she’s drop dead gorgeous! With her brilliant blue eyes and smooth blond hair, oh, if I was Diluc - I would not hesitate to date her!”

“Nah, I think Lumine is better,” They all glance next to their right. “She’s sporty, and she can definitely keep up with Diluc. She aces her tests without any difficulty, despite doing a part–time job every night with her brother in a nearby coffee shop, and it’s rumored that she makes the best drinks! Moreover, she’s a beauty. That’s why she keeps on receiving loads of love letters during the Windblume Festival every year, so it will not be surprising if she’ll be getting them again!”

Ah, yes. The Windblume Festival is fast approaching—now that January is about to end, in the next two weeks, Brightcrown High School’s air will surely be filled with nothing but endless romance.

Kaeya gazes up above, where a giant tree shadows their figures with its bright green leaves. The sunlight filters through the gaps and he basks into this moment of peace. He then adds playfully, “And Diluc will be busy tidying up his locker once more, because it will be filled with chocolates and letters.”

“What?! Does he even eat them? Tell him that he can donate, you know!”

Kaeya huffs, “My brother won’t even give me a piece, what makes you think he’ll hand you one?”

He remembers the time that Diluc had been so overwhelmed by the plethora of sweets, and yet seemed so appreciative about it. Father was just proud of the older son’s popularity. Kaeya offered to help him consume them all as a joke, but Diluc shook his head vigorously, saying that he shouldn’t, and that “they all worked hard for this”, and it was right that he only eat them.

How adorable of him, really.

Plus, Diluc even read the letters one by one. No matter how cringe or sickeningly sweet they were, Diluc read them all. And Kaeya wasn’t even shocked that there was no judgment in his face.

Diluc was just grateful for the gifts. Bashful, indeed, and sometimes he was not sure what to feel, but he was grateful.

“So, Diluc. Who will it be? Jean or Lumine?” Kaeya questions with a grin that afternoon, when the Windblume Festival is finally in full swing.

Diluc raises his head from the paper he’s answering — it’s a survey given to him by one of the juniors for their research subject — and frowns. “What brought this on? Why am I suddenly choosing between two friends?”

“Oh come on, you weren’t even listening!” Kaeya pouts, before sitting on a nearby desk.

After exploring the premises for some snacks and attractions, the brothers decided to stay inside an empty classroom for a while. They can hear some cheers from the outside, loud declarations of love and squeals from the majority, that surely Diluc thinks would be a delight for Kaeya, but has opted to accompany him instead.

“I was.” Diluc purses his lips, and hears laughter echoing through the halls as students run and get chased by disciplinary officers. “You and your friends were talking about the girls and I. I just don’t understand why you want me to choose. And be careful, you might fall. Don’t move so much.”

“Cooome on, Diluc,” Kaeya groans as he leans, “We’re sixteen, aren’t we? Father says we’re at that age, after all. By that, I meant, where we’re all supposed to be dating and courting?”

Diluc feels his cheeks slightly heat up from the words that escaped from Kaeya’s mouth. He returns to his duty of answering the survey. ( As if he needed to, when he was already done. ) “And I told you countless times that I’m not interested. Need I remind you that I don’t have the time for it. You know I still have to prepare for college, and that I have to keep an eye on my varsity scholarship, and—“

“Yadda, yadda, yadda——“

“Don’t yadda me, Kaeya. That’s just how it is.”

“You seriously aren’t interested?” Kaeya prods.

Diluc shoots him a firm stare. “Absolutely positive.”

And Kaeya sticks his tongue before hopping from the desk and making his way to the door. “Fine. But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.” Diluc watches his retreating back. “I’ll make sure to find you a lady, and it’ll be your type, and you’ll fall in love.”

Kaeya pulls the door open. He confidently says, “It’ll be inevitable, Diluc. Inevitable!”

A small smile creeps its way to Diluc’s lips, finding this all amusing. “Then I wish you the best of luck.”

Kaeya huffs, not liking that Diluc seems so smug and unbothered by it, then leaves.

Diluc waits for a while. And waits.

And waits, until he blinks, checks his survey, before sighing heavily.

A brilliant shade of red coats his pale cheeks, and he buries his face in his hands.

Dating. Courting. The type of lady Diluc likes? Yeah. Diluc already has found his type.

( Kaeya doesn’t have to know yet. He hates lying, but it’s too soon. Maybe someday. If Diluc can face his feelings first. )

So, hear, hear! He’s not missing out, in spite of what his friends say.

This person is not what everyone expects; it’s not the formal and polite Jean who can deliver a speech eloquently, nor the radiant and loyal Lumine that they want to push toward his direction.

Instead. . .it’s someone else.

And that someone else dropped a bowl of soup to Principal Varka’s white slacks. That someone else triggered the anger of a certain math teacher because she climbed the roof so carelessly during class to fly a kite. That someone else got into detention and instead of writing I’ll be good from now on one hundred times, spent the day with the others in that session to tell ghost stories.

That someone else was you, who wasn’t like Jean or Lumine. That someone else was you—the you, who was his exact opposite, and yet managed to capture his heart.

You are one of Mond High’s known troublemakers, and apparently, he has fallen victim to your charms.

Maybe it began when you were just snickering with your buddies in the library despite the librarian‘s persistent shushing. He was solving his quadratic formula worksheets back then, and he was impressed that even if you were fooling around, you were in the library to actually learn more about the cardiovascular system, with the help of a fellow friend.

(“I will be proud to say that the one that carries the blood away from the heart is. . . arteries!”

“You’re right!”

“Yay!!”

“Shh!”)

Or maybe it began when you witnessed that one student who humiliated himself by accidentally slipping on the wet floor in the cafeteria, and everyone sans Diluc laughed. Then you came to his rescue, marching in the middle with all the attention on you.

You didn’t offer your hand.

But you purposefully slipped instead, and even had the most embarrassing fall. The cafeteria became noisier because of you, and Diluc, baffled at first, found himself chuckling soon after.

Actually, no.

He didn’t fall in love with you during those times. These were the times in his life that led to this one very moment—

When the Favonious Birds lost the tournament, Diluc was sulking in the playground, all by himself. He took the blame despite Kaeya and his friends denying it, but he knew better. If Diluc had just made it quickly to the ring, their team could’ve been victorious and brought the trophy home.

But alas, it was just an if. It didn’t happen.

Then, something wet drops in his hair. Then his arm. And nose. It was about to rain, and Diluc just grunted, not caring one bit. He was sure Adelinde would make a fuss about it, or his father would pester him for his carelessness, but he wasn’t in the mood to leave his spot just yet.

Let the rain wash away his sorrows.

Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter. Pitter–patter.

“Don’t match with the gloomy weather now.”

Diluc slowly lifted his head, wondering who spoke and what covered his pathetic and hunched form that was wallowing in despair. And his eyes grew wide when he saw you, almost bending with an umbrella in hand, sheltering you and him from the incoming downpour.

You smiled down at him, “There it is. Keep your head up, King! Your crown is falling.”

And Diluc’s heart skipped a beat the same time a thunder rumbled from the distance. “W–what. . . ?”

You continued, “I don’t know what got you all so sad, but everything will be fine soon! I’m sure of it! After all, once the rain passes, there will be a rainbow!” Then, you grabbed his cold and even bigger hand, and Diluc, at that split second, felt the static. You didn’t even react. But your hand was warm, and Diluc’s chest was, too.

Dumbfounded, he let you guide his fingers. It only came to him long after that he was gripping a metal handle. “Have my umbrella! I hope this will make your day a little better, and if it doesn’t. . . well, at least I tried. But I have to go now!”

You quickly put the hood over your head when the rain grew stronger. Diluc, concerned over your well–being, finally regained his composure to protest. “But what about you— hey. . . !”

He watched you run and wave, bidding farewell. “You don’t have to return it to me! It’s all yours! I really have to go, so see you, maybe? Bye!”

“But. . . !”

And Diluc. . . Diluc could catch you if he wanted. He could sprint and return the umbrella to its rightful owner, but he didn’t.

Instead, he remained in his position.

And his heart— oh, his heart. His heart couldn’t stop pounding that day.

You are Diluc’s first love.

That is established.

The thing is, this is a secret. No one knows yet. Just him.

He’s never felt this towards anyone before. You are his first.

( And hopefully the last. )

You’re different from everyone else. You’re different from him. You have your own unique methods of doing things. You have your own way of paving your path. You are the artist to your own canvas; the director of your own film.

You are like the sun. You brighten everyone’s day with your presence, and you also shine, because Diluc can’t keep his eyes off of you whenever you’re in the vicinity.

He knows that this is really an unexpected outcome – him, who was definitely out of your league and vice versa, catching feelings for someone like you.

( Someone like you who is free in life, and Diluc wants to feel that, even just for a bit, with you. )

But like before, all he can do is merely daydream and wonder about the what–ifs. What will it be like to be your friend? Will he experience all the shenanigans that you ensue? Will he also fly a kite with you? Will he get into detention?

Yet this is unbecoming. Improper. Inappropriate for someone like him—for the eldest son of the Ragnvindrs and for the next heir of the winery. He can’t indulge into lighthearted affairs or mischief. He’s supposed to be responsible and disciplined. A man of propriety.

So all he can ever do is have these thoughts. Just thoughts. He has more important matters to attend to, like college applications, training, lessons in handling the in winery business. . .

And . . . there’s no way that you’ll approach him again, right?

Diluc knows to himself that can do it instead, you know. He can approach you if he must, but . . . he’s just so shy.

And a lot of people are always around you. So who is he to burst your bubble, when you seem so finally content with your life?

Diluc peeks from the open windows and sees couples holding hands and sharing kisses. Briefly, he imagines what it would be like to experience romantic love during Windblume.

He feels his cheeks steam again.

Kaeya will surely have a field day once he sees his older brother being lovesick like this.

You really are one of Mond High’s troublemakers. And it’s not only because you prank your friends or piss off the teachers, but you make it hard for him to focus.

Just thinking of you never fails to make his heart perform somersaults.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr. Prim and proper. Chivalrous and well–mannered. The star athlete of the Favonious Birds. Intelligent, a leader, and a great speaker.

He is not every girl’s dream guy.

Because unfortunately, the girl he likes doesn’t even see him in a romantic light.

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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I love Coach and Kitten and Ev!

Batting Practice Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley finds you having a panic attack on your bathroom floor, and he just knows Danny treated you as badly as he treated Everett. You start making your plans to move on. Bradley starts making plans for the rest of his life.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut and swearing

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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Bradley wasn't sure what he expected to find when he got to your house, but the sight of you hyperventilating on your bathroom floor was worse than anything else he had imagined. You were wearing your suit from work, sobbing and clutching your hands to your chest.

"Oh, Kitten. I'm here." He dropped to the floor next to you and kissed your tear streaked cheeks as he pulled you into his arms so you weren't lying on the hard floor.

You were sobbing so hard, your entire body was shaking. Bradley kept trying to wipe your tears away, but more and more fell in their place. Whatever Danny said or did to you, it was unacceptable. And Bradley had a feeling that he might be heading over to Mission Beach to give him another piece of his mind after he left your house once you calmed down.

"Bradley," you gasped, teeth chattering as he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back.

"I'm here, Kitten," he promised, but the body wrenching sobs were back now as you shook your head against his chest. Your fists were clenched tight, and he was just trying to help you get your breathing even so you could talk to him. "I love you, baby. Take your time."

A few minutes later, you eased yourself away from him, hiccupping and taking deep breaths. Your voice was hoarse and filled with sorrow as you told him, "Danny doesn't want Everett."

Bradley's brow was furrowed as he ran his hands along your arms and helped you remove your suit jacket. He already knew Danny couldn't be bothered spending time with Everett, but he didn't know how to respond to you right now.

You said it again. "Danny doesn't want Everett." Your eyes were red and glassy, and you were staring past him at nothing. "I went to his place after work, and he told me he's not going to pay child support."

Bradley took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. "You and Ev don't need him. You're better off without him."

You sniffed and shook your head as Bradley ran his thumbs along your cheeks. "No, you don't understand. Danny doesn't want Everett! When I threatened him with a lawyer, he told me that Ev and I can just fuck off." You closed your eyes against the wave of new tears as you whispered, "He hates us enough that he wants to relinquish custody. He wants me to make that happen."

Oh. Shit.

"Come here," Bradley coaxed until you were sitting in his lap, fists still clenched.

"I'm a horrible mom," you sobbed, and Bradley thought his heart was going to break. "I kept making him spend time with his dad, over and over again, and Danny doesn't even want him."

"Kitten."

"What's wrong with Everett?" you asked softly. "Why doesn't his own dad want to spend time with him? I can understand Danny hating me, but this doesn't make any sense. I can't understand it."

Bradley kissed your forehead. "You're a wonderful mom, Kitten. But Danny has never been good enough for you. And that's his problem."

Bradley held you tight so your lips were brushing his neck when you spoke, but your voice was miserable. "I left my son with his own father for the day, but Danny doesn't even want him. He was smoking pot the whole time."

Bradley could feel the weight of your words as you spoke. He wanted to make you feel better. Needed you to understand that this was all your ex's problem, and that it had nothing to do with your ability to be a good parent. "He's selfish, baby. And he's literally so fucking dumb. You and Everett are perfect."

You wiped your eyes on his shirt and mumbled, "I'm such a mess, Bradley. I tried so hard to give Everett everything he deserves, but I don't know what else to do. I wouldn't even blame you if you wanted to bail on us, honestly."

"Kitten," Bradley said, coaxing your chin up so you were looking at him. "You have it together. More than anyone else I know. You're not a mess. You're a good mom. You're already the best girlfriend I've ever had. And I'm not going anywhere."

You sniffed and wiped at your tears again, and that's when Bradley saw that you had your necklace in your fist. The paw print he'd given to you. Then he noticed that you had some abrasions on the side of your neck where your necklace should have been, and he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.

"What happened to your necklace?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

You sucked in a breath. "Don't be mad, but it broke. I'll get it fixed! I still have the charm!"

Bradley closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not mad, Kitten. Did Danny break it?" When you were quiet for a moment, he whispered, "I can see that the skin on your neck is scraped up."

"It was my fault," you told him. "He was pushing me toward the front door, trying to get me to leave his house. His fingers must have gotten tangled, and then I turned around and-"

"Danny had his hands on you? On your neck?" Bradley was no longer able to stay calm. "Are you kidding me right now?"

He was going to go over there and beat the shit out of Danny. Just like he should have when he picked Everett up yesterday. Bradley started to stand up, but you came with him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? I didn't mean to make you mad."

And then he realized that if he did what he really wanted to do right now, he was going to cause more damage for you to deal with. He would just be upsetting you further. "I'm not mad at you. You're so damn sweet, Kitten. Always thinking of everyone else. I don't think there's anything you could do that would make me mad. But if Danny touched you today, that's unacceptable, okay? I will not allow that."

"Bradley."

"No. I won't allow him to hurt you or Everett. In any way. Turns out I can't stand the sight of either of you crying. Now promise me you won't go over to Danny's again without me. I need you to promise me."

You nodded and said, "I promise." And then Bradley collected your necklace from your hand and pocketed it before he kissed the scrapes on the side of your neck.

"You don't need him," Bradley whispered against your skin, pleading with you to understand. "You and Everett... you're better than anything. Anyone. Okay? And if Danny wants to give up custody, I think you should let him."

You just looked up at him in misery. "I don't know what the lawyer will tell me to do." Your voice was barely audible. "Ev won't have a dad."

Bradley didn't know what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't say it as he held you in his arms in the middle of your bathroom. "He's not worth it. He's never been a good dad. And you have Molly, and she would do anything for the two of you. Right? I know she would." You nodded at him, and Bradley ran his fingers along the side of your neck. "And you have me."

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You let Bradley help you get undressed and get into the bathtub. He filled the tub with bubbles and kissed your forehead about a million times, and then he offered to order you dinner while he sat on your bathroom floor looking impossibly perfect.

"I want pizza. Junk food will help me feel better," you told him, and there was a soft smile touching your lips now. Bradley was making everything better and easier.

"I'll order it now," he said, looking up the phone number of your favorite place that delivered.

You already knew that you needed to let Danny go. But having a panic attack and crying for an hour on your bathroom floor had been a necessary part of coming to terms with it. And now you were emotionally worn out, but your body was buzzing with energy as Bradley ordered both of you dinner with his credit card.

"It will be here soon, Kitten. And then we can cuddle and talk more. If you want."

You nodded. "I want."

Bradley smiled at you before he went to the kitchen to get some plates out for the food. You looked around your bathroom as you soaked in the tub. Briefly you wondered how much stuff Bradley had that he would bring with him if he moved in. He probably wouldn't even want to move in here. It was further from the naval base than his apartment was, and he was used to having his own space. He'd never know a moment of peace again with you and Everett all over him all the time.

When you heard your doorbell, you took your time getting out of the tub. Your eyes were burning from crying so much, but you were feeling a lot better now. You were planning on contacting the lawyer this week. Molly had apparently been doing research on the best ones in San Diego for years, and she had given you a list.

But first you had to have a conversation with Everett about Danny. And perhaps that's what you were dreading more than anything else. Your son was going to grow up knowing that his father did not want him. Your lovable, amazing, sweet, perfect child.

Before you could start crying again, you dried off and changed into some soft lounge pants and a tee shirt. Then you went downstairs to find Bradley opening the pizza box, and he welcomed you right into his arms.

"I opened a beer. Wasn't sure if you wanted one," he murmured against your hair. You took a sip of his before getting yourself some water, and then you ended up curled up on the couch with Bradley and some slices of pizza.

"How did Ev do at practice earlier?" you asked, sad you had missed it to go deal with Danny instead.

"He's really very good, Kitten. And he's just going to keep getting better, because he loves the game."

Your heart swelled with happiness. "He keeps talking about practicing with you all summer."

Bradley finished chewing his pizza crust before he said, "About that. You'll have to let me know which days work for you once he's out of school for break. I need to teach him all about the different positions, and I can't wait. I'm probably more excited than he is."

You smiled at him. This was the kind of interaction that Everett deserved. Bradley was completely right: Danny wasn't worth your time or effort.

"You look like you're feeling a lot better," Bradley told you, kissing your cheek.

"I am," you promised. "I'm just trying my best to process everything."

You set the plates aside on the table and straddled Bradley's lap. He didn't say anything, rather he just rubbed your thighs with his big, warm hands, waiting for you to say what you needed to.

You focused on the sincerity in his brown eyes as you said, "I know this is for the best. I know that Danny was never really a father to begin with, even when we were married. But part of me has always felt like I'm letting Ev down by it just being the two of us. Especially when Danny just lives across town. My child deserves everything. The entire world. And I guess in my head I thought that meant a dad who wants to be involved."

Bradley's eyes settled on the abrasion on your neck where your necklace should have been. "Yeah, but Kitten... isn't it better to just have a mom who loves him more than life itself? He doesn't need a dad like Danny. Everett is so smart, he knows Danny is a dick. He can tell."

You could feel your eyes welling up with fresh tears. "I never should have made him go over there," you whispered. "He didn't deserve that."

"Everett deserves you. And he knows how much you love him."

You nodded and kissed Bradley before your tears could fall. This was the first time you had ever been in love. You'd been married for several years, and you could say with certainty that you'd never been in love before this. Before Bradley. "You make us both happy, Coach. You know that?"

He kissed your lips, and the prickle of his mustache had you smiling like it always did. "I don't deserve you. You're too perfect," he whispered. You kissed him softly, and he didn't rush anything, but when you guided his hands up inside your baggy tee shirt, he slid them along your sides.

Bradley pulled you even closer, and you reveled in the feel of his rough hands all over your skin. When he brought his right hand around to stroke your breasts with his knuckles, your eyes drifted closed.

"I love you, Kitten. I love everything about you. Let me take you upstairs? Show you how you deserve to be loved?"

You nodded and mumbled, "Yes," and Bradley had you in his arms. He carried you upstairs and gently set you down in bed. When he climbed in next to you, he ran his fingers along your arm and kissed your nose.

"You keep saying Ev deserves everything. But you do, too." His hand was warm on your skin as he rubbed your side and pulled you closer to him. "I don't know if I'm good enough for you, but I'm yours."

Then you rolled onto your back and pulled him on top of you with a smile. "You're more than good enough." You arched your back off the bed so Bradley could pull your shirt off, but when you reached for his, he held your hands above your head.

"Just let me," he whispered, his mustache brushing along your neck as he spoke. So you kept your hands on your pillow and let him touch and kiss you. Everywhere. It felt like hours or maybe days. His lips and mouth and rough hands. He was in no hurry when he finally reached for the drawstring of your lounge pants.

"Bradley." His brown eyes met yours as he kissed your bent knee and removed every last bit of your clothing. When you reached for him, he came willingly, and you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him.

"I love you, Kitten." And with one more press of his lips to yours, he eased his muscular body back down so he was kissing you just below your belly button. You sighed softly and let him spread your legs wide so he could taste you. And you just let him take care of you. Because he was so good at it.

When you came on his face with one foot pressed to his shoulder and one leg wrapped around his back, he smiled up at you. "I'll do it again."

Your moans filled your bedroom, and after he got you off twice, you couldn't stop smiling. "Come here," you demanded softly, needing to taste yourself on his lips.

It took some coaxing as Bradley told you, "I just wanted to make you feel good," but eventually you got his jeans and underwear off.

"This is definitely going to make me feel good," you promised, and then you took care of him, too.

You were on the verge of falling asleep, draped across his body. All your tears from earlier over Danny and on Everett's behalf had exhausted you. But when Bradley offered to go pick Everett up from Molly's house if it would make you feel better to have him at home, you opened your eyes.

"No," you whispered. "I need to think about how I'm going to tell him that his dad is going to be completely out of his life soon. And maybe he'll be okay with that right now, but he's going to have to deal with knowing that forever." Bradley nodded and kissed your forehead as you added, "Plus Molly lets him do whatever he wants, so he'd be mad if I had him come home now."

He held you close and asked, "Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

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You were dreading picking up Everett from school on Tuesday. You had made a decision about how you wanted to broach the topic of Danny, but you would have rather done anything else instead. The only thing that sent you running for the elevator at the end of the day was Frank headed in your direction. You pretended like you didn't see him, and then you dashed through the lobby and out to your car.

As soon as you picked Everett up, he was rambling on about school and tee ball and his coaches and his upcoming birthday. "Do you think Aunt Molly got us good tickets? She won't tell me where we are sitting. Only that Coach Bob is coming too."

You smiled at him in the rear view mirror. "I'm sure she got the best seats, Ev."

"Like where we sat with Coach Bradley?"

But as you pulled into your driveway, you cleared your throat. "Ev, we really need to talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay," he said before unbuckling and heading for the front door ahead of you. As soon as he was inside, he was searching the kitchen for a snack, but you didn't want to lose your momentum.

"Ev, sweetie, it's about your dad."

You watched your son pause in front of the open refrigerator and turn to look at you. His eyes were wide with concern. "Didn't Coach Bradley talk to you? I don't want to go back there."

"Ev," you whispered, closing the refrigerator and pulling him in for a hug.

But he was immediately hysterical. "Please! Mommy, I hate it there!"

"Ev, you don't have to go."

"Promise?"

You knelt down on the floor in front of him and nodded. "How would you feel if I told you that you didn't have to see your dad anymore?"

Your son's open expression of hope had your heart clenching painfully. "Good. I don't want to see him."

But that was the response from a first grader. You knew that someday you would have to explain to a much older child or maybe even an adult where things had gone wrong. But you weren't even sure if you could do that. Because you still couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that this perfect kid's dad didn't want him around.

"You won't have to see him anymore," you whispered, hugging him to your chest.

He hugged you back, his small but strong body warm against you. "That's good, because we can do more stuff together or with Aunt Molly. Or with Coach Bradley." And then he was back to digging in the refrigerator for a snack.

Your sister had promised you a million times in the past day that she would always be around to help you with anything you needed. She promised she would be around for Everett. She promised you that Danny should be the least of your concerns right now. So you wrote out a check for the lawyer you found on Molly's list.

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Bradley got a text from you on Wednesday morning at work asking if you wanted to get pizza with everyone tomorrow night after the final tee ball practice of the season. He had already been planning on spending that entire evening with you and Everett, but if you wanted to get pizza, that was fine with him.

"Nat. Pizza tomorrow night?" he asked as he zipped up his flight suit.

"With your little family?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yeah," he replied smoothly. "And Bob's."

"Huh?" Bob asked, looking up from his newspaper and cup of coffee.

Nat's laughter echoed through the hangar before she said, "Bob, your future sister-in-law and nephew want to know if you're available to get pizza for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh," he said, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'm not sure what Molly's schedule is like, but I'll go." But Bob was now blushing profusely, and Bradley knew that Nat was going to jump all over him for it.

"What's on your mind, Bob?" she asked sweetly. "You look a little pink."

"N-No," he stammered. "It's just that... well, Molly is going to try to switch to mostly daytime shifts eventually."

"Then why are you blushing?" Nat demanded, smacking him lightly on the cheek.

Bob tried to adjust his glasses and actually made them more crooked. "It's. Well. I asked her to move in with me."

Nat screamed at the same time Bradley said, "Good for you, Bob."

"She said she would," Bob whispered, smiling as Nat made him slosh his coffee onto his hand.

And when the three of them got called to the tarmac, Bob was still smiling and still blushing. And Bradley was thinking that perhaps all the things he wanted to do with you could actually be done as well. Maybe moving quickly wasn't a bad thing when you knew you were in love.

As soon as he landed and headed out for the day, Bradley drove to a jeweler who told him that he'd be able to fix your paw print necklace and chain. While he waited for the repairs and engraving to be completed, his eyes caught on a case of diamond engagement rings.

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Buy it, Coach! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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