#i made her chubbe :) soft

[ranger-sal]

Hello again!

I was bored so I came up with something

I feel like Halt falls asleep very fast when someone he trusts massages his head or neck.

So don’t mind me writing something about it below the cut :)

There is a knock on the door of the cabin. Halt stands up and walks over to the door. He looks out of one of the window and sees Pauline. A small smile appears on the ranger’s lips. He looks at the meal he’s cooking thinking, ‘if I leave now, will it burn?’

He concludes that it won’t. He quickly goes in one of the empty rooms and takes a simple bouquet of wild flowers. Daisies and buttercups. The ranger knows that the diplomat loves them. Lady Pauline knocks on the door a second time. Halt opens the door “Sorry for the delay, my lady, but I had to grab some flowers for you. How can I help you?” Pauline laughs. “We’ve gone over this, Halt.” “Yea yea, I was just messing around. Come in,” Halt says while trying to hide a smile “I did get flowers though.”

Lady Pauline takes the bouquet of delicate flowers. She smiles “You always know what to get me.” She says softly. She appreciates the things the ranger does for her. There’s even been times where he gave her pastries that look like they’re made by Chubb himself. But knowing Halt, they are. He sometimes would even just give her flowers for no reason. No man had ever treated her like that. And she loves him for it.

Halt smiles. He loves the lady standing in front of him. It was said that it was love at first sight, but it wasn’t. He had seen the lady before they ‘first’ met. She was undercover and getting harassed by some drunk men. He had helped her and they became friends. Of course he developed a small crush on her. Who wouldn’t? It was lady Pauline, not only beautiful but also kind and smart. In the beginning he of course didn’t think off her like that but when she had to go and he was alone, he missed her.

After dinner the diplomat sits on the simple, yet comfortable couch. Whenever she visits Halt or Halt visits her he always washes the dishes himself. Pauline looks into the fire of the fire pit. The house of the ranger is always neat and homey. She looks at the dark green carpet with creatures on it. She once asked Halt about them and he went on a whole rant about them. She chuckles as she thinks of his face. Normally the ranger is cold but he looked so happy when she actually listened to him. The small living room is slightly decorated with drawings of flowers and plants, a small canvas with a real butterfly on it and pans on the wall. She has asked about the drawings but Halt never told her where he bought them. Then the ranger sits next to her. Pauline looks at him expectedly and when it seems like he’s not getting is she pulls him closer to her.

“I keep on forgetting that you like getting hugged.” The ranger says while sitting differently to get more comfortable. He ends up with his face against her neck. “Oh shush.” Pauline rolls her eyes and laughs.

They sit in silence for a while. Pauline places a soft hand on Halt’s head. Halt closes his eyes and gives Pauline a gentle kiss. He puts his head back down by the diplomat’s chest, the soft fabric feels soft on his cheek. He smiles softly. After a while of listening to her soft heartbeat he falls asleep.

[squigglewiggles]

First Contact

My first OC fic that I'm posting here! These alien clown and performer goobers are slowly invading my mind. I hope you enjoy!

Warning, this is a sfw tickle fic!

For context: Solia and Luna are aliens that traveled to earth in escape of the leader on their home planet (Satix). They crash on earth and find the circus and the crew inside, making new friends instantly. They get a job at the circus doing tricks, which also allows them to have clothes, sustenance, and shelter. They cannot speak, they can only make quiet noises.

“Okay, Break time! Everyone Scatter!” Temper yelled across the circus. The clock rang, showing the time 12 pm, which the girls now knew as ‘noon’, and also lunch time! Solia and Luna didn’t eat much, if at all, usually sticking around in the break room, observing the chatter and banter of the other performers.

Everyone walked to the break room together, all of them sitting down at their usual spots. Paprika sat on the crates near the right side of the room next to Topaz and Pepper, while Saltine sat somewhat isolated near the back of the room, yet still within talking distance in case he had some input. Chubbs sat on the left side of the room, munching on his food ever so loudly. Solia always sat next to Paprika while Luna sat next to Topaz. Those two were their respective people. They connected to the two like no other. 

“Blegh, did you guys see next week’s schedule for the carnival? Looks like we’ll be living here for those 7 days, ladies and gentlemen.” Topaz started the conversation. Everyone groaned in unison once she said those words. That always meant long days, barely any breaks, and lots and lots of crowds. 

Solia and Luna were just starting to learn how things worked around here. They didn’t mind long days, at least they had a place to sleep and eat, as well as friends to keep them company. The crowds, though? That was a whole new story. The cheering, clapping, laughing, booing, and other reactions made their jobs miserable. They loved doing as they did, but they didn’t like having to ‘wow’ the crowd with such mundane tricks. It bored them and almost humiliated them. The two of them sulked in their seats once they heard Topaz speak. 

On some days, they almost missed their days on Satix. Then they remembered their treatment from their leader and that feeling stopped. 

“D’awh, cheer up, you two! You girls are gonna do great! You always wow the crowd!” Paprika said with a fond smile as she saw Solia mope in her chair. She took a bite of her sandwich, always peanut butter and grape jelly, and patted the little alien on the head. If only Solia could explain why she was so down.

 “At least ya’ don’t gotta ruin your voice over the course ‘atta week!” She spoke with a mouth full of sandwich as she jokingly poked Solia in the side. This caused the little one to let out a soft, barely audible squeak.

Huh, that was weird.

Paprika picked up on it immediately. She swallowed her bite and tilted her head. “...What was that?” She wondered if she had hurt the poor thing! Clearly not, though, as Solia sat just as confused next to the dog.

“Whatever it was, it was adorable!” Topaz spoke up with a wide grin. “Do it again!” She encouraged Paprika.

“Like this?” Paprika poked Solia’s side again, causing the girl to squeak and flinch once more. “Oh my goodness! That was so cute! Wait, don’t tell me…” She grinned widely.

“Are they ticklish?” Sal piped up from his brooding corner.

“Awh! I think they are!” Topaz chuckled, taking another bite of their lunch.

Solia sat very confused. Ticklish? What does that mean? It was such a strange feeling, almost tingly… It didn’t hurt… She quite liked it, actually! She leaned over and put her head on Paprika’s arm. Why was she so hot all of a sudden?

“Oh dear, I think the poor thing is blushing!” Saltine spoke up once more, chuckling a rare, quiet huff of laughter.

“Are you ticklish, too, little one?” Topaz took the liberty of giving Luna’s side a gentle pinch, causing her to have the same reaction. “Oh, you are!” Topaz laughed. Luna had the same thoughts as Solia, only she felt more embarrassed. She was supposed to be tough! Not sensitive to these tingly feelings!

Paprika put her sandwich down and scooped Solia into her lap. She held one arm around the alien, using her other paw to poke and pinch all of the poor girl’s helpless tummy.

At this sensation, Solia broke into quiet, yet squeaky giggles. She couldn’t help but squirm in Paprika’s grasp, trying to push gently at the merciless paw, but to no avail. Upon seeing this, Luna tried to run away, only to be caught by Topaz.

“Not so fast, cutie! I have to try this for myself!” The tiger brought Luna up higher, holding her in one arm just like Solia. Instead of using her paw, though, Topaz bent down and used her maw to ever so gently bite at Luna's tummy. 

This was torturous for the poor aliens. Topaz’s dull rubber teeth made for a horrible tool against Luna’s sensitive torso! Paprika’s paws were also so unbearable, it was almost as if the wiggling digits were made for tickling! 

Both the girls wriggled and squirmed, trying to escape their attacker’s ticklish grasps. They laughed nearly in unison, their giggles of the same frequency and volume. Squeaky, quiet, and filled with squeals. Their tails wagged incredibly fast as they endured the treatment, pushing and squirming to try and stop the sensations. Their blush filled their faces and necks, Solia’s being orange and Luna’s being a deep blue-ish purple.

Paprika looked over at what Topaz was doing, smiling at Luna’s reaction. She decided to try it for herself, much to Solia’s dismay.

Solia’s reaction became more intense, as the feeling of Paprika’s strong gob chewing on her tender tummy sent the poor thing into hysterics. Her giggles became ten times louder as she squirmed even more viciously than before. She squealed more, too, as paprika continued to nibble on her belly. 

“I suppose that works better, hm? How adorable.” Sal chuckled over a cup of tea as he sat cross legged in his chair. 

Soon, the girls' laughter went silent and they barely had the energy to squirm. Both Topaz and Paprika let up, keeping them cradled in their arms as they went limp from exhaustion. Solia hid her face in Paprika’s stomach and Luna looked away, not daring to make eye contact with anyone, her expression somewhat grumpy as she blushed fiercely.

“You alright, there? Didn’t go too hard on ya’, hm?” Paprika rubbed Solia’s shoulder. The poor alien could only shake her head no.

“You okay, too, Luna?” Topaz asked. Luna very subtly nodded, still looking away. The tiger chuckled, patting her on the head. 

Soon, the circus’s major clock rang as their fifteen minute break was up. Paprika and Topaz stood up, Solia staying in Pap’s arms while Luna reached to get down. As soon as Topaz set her on the ground, Luna swiftly shuffled away, immediately going to continue practicing her trapeze routine.

“Y’know you gotta go back to practice sometime, right?” Paprika teased Solia, who nodded in her arms. She chuckled, setting the alien down. She went to start practicing, too.

Topaz walked over to Paprika, leaning in to say, “We gotta do that more often. That was adorable.” 

Paprika chuckled. “Yes, I agree. I think they liked it, too. At least Solia did.”

“Yeah, Luna didn’t mind it. She was flustered, though!” Topaz and Paprika laughed.

“Back to work, you two! No dilly-dallying, lollygagging, or horsing around! You know the rules!” Temper went to scold Topaz and Paprika. They both rolled their eyes.

“Yes, Temper.” They said in unison, both going their own ways to practice their routines for next week.

Next week would be a long one for all of the performers. That, as well as one filled with lots of laughter for Solia and Luna.

[lesbianpikachuu]

playin around in vkatsu...........makin some klaras.........................

[prettyboybarzal]

i like us like this // jamie benn x reader

summary: jamie benn is the worst blind date you’ve ever been on, and yet he somehow manages to redeem himself.

word count: 5k

author’s note: please enjoy!! (kinda got writers block in the middle of this and had to power through so i hope it’s still as good as i wanted it to be🥴) as always i would love some feedback <3333 

“I want to set you up on a blind date,” Gab said, settling down onto the couch with you. Your groan and the exasperated sigh of her boyfriend, Tyler, in the kitchen sounded simultaneously. “Enough of that,” she grumbled, “and that.” She pointed a warning finger at Tyler. “Let me set you up, pleeeeease.”

“Gab, I’m going to be honest,” you sighed. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

“But how do you know?” she asked. “It’s been over a month.”

“It’s been a month and three days,” you argued. “That’s hardly over a month.”

Gab grunted, turning her back to pout in the direction of the television.

The room went silent again as Tyler settled onto the couch beside Gab and tugged her under his arm. You enjoyed the few minutes of silence as the movie she threw on started. You knew that it wouldn’t last long. Gab didn’t go down without a fight, so you were just waiting for her to start pushing for the date again.

It took all of twenty minutes.

“One date,” Gab pushed. Tyler laughed. “It’s with Ty’s best friend, too!”

You looked at her, then over at Tyler. He shrugged.

“Fine.”

If Tyler was friends with this guy, he was probably okay.

The plans were made for the following Friday night. Jamie texted you to confirm that picking you up around 5 would work, which you agreed to, and then he sent the restaurant’s website. That’s when you started freaking out.

“Gab, I do not belong at a restaurant like this!” you yelled as you stormed across the apartment and into her room. She was already smiling when you entered the room. “It’s a five-star restaurant. I eat in our university’s dining hall when I want to eat out! I don’t have clothes for this!”

“Sure, you do,” Gab said. She stood up and tugged you back to your bedroom. As she sifted through the closet, you watched in dismay. It took her all of five minutes to locate the slip dress she was in search of. A little red thing that you’d worn during undergrad once to a date party with your ex.

“The odds of me fitting into that are slim,” you mumbled. Gab rolled her eyes, throwing the garment at you anyway. She tossed herself onto the bed and motioned for you to put it on. And, once the dress was on, you were proved wrong.

“You look hot.”

“I do,” you admitted, staring at yourself in the mirror. Gab laughed. “Time check?”

“You have an hour.” 

Jamie showed up right on time with a knock at your front door. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and your eyes immediately found their way to the definition of his muscles and the tattoos on his skin. He was handsome. Certainly your type in the way of looks. You made a mental note to tell Gab she definitely knew your taste in men.

“Nice to meet you, YN,” he said as he leaned in to place a kiss to your cheek. His hand rested against your hip, and you tried not to think about how large he was compared to you. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m starving.” 

Jamie offered one more smile before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the building to his car. You took one peek at the way his hand engulfed yours and decided that unless his personality really sucked, you just might invite him in for a night cap at the end of the night.

The restaurant was incredible. Each table had a pristine white tablecloth across it with candles beside a small arrangement of flowers. Jamie pulled out your chair as soon as you got to the table and, when the waitress came over for drink orders, he ordered the most expensive red wine on the menu.

The date started out great. But, as soon as the food came out, the conversation fell flat.

He asked about school, prompting you to explain your graduate degree program in a total of fifteen minutes. So, naturally, you asked about his career. What you weren’t expecting was the rant that came after.

At the mention of the upcoming season, Jamie’s shoulders seemed to tense up and you couldn’t quite understand why. And, after he grumbled about how frustrated he’s been with the preseason games and practices, he tried his best to move on and talk about something else. It just didn’t happen.

Jamie felt horrible. He hadn’t meant to let it all out like that, but he’d been so busy preparing for the season that he couldn’t think about much else, despite the beautiful woman across from him. He wasn’t an idiot. He caught on to your non-verbal cues that this wasn’t going quite as well as expected. He knew he wasn’t going to get a second date, and he was never going to hear the end of it from Tyler and Gab.

After dinner, Jamie dropped you off at your apartment. He got out of the car, swinging your door open for you in an attempt to salvage the disaster of a date you’d just been on. You smiled at him and fell right into step as you walked up to the building.

“Can we be honest with each other?” You had come to a full stop in front of the building. He nodded at your question, brown eyes studying your face as he waited for you to speak again. “I think you’re really great, and we get along well. But, I don’t think this could work right now.”

Jamie let out a soft tuft of breath and said, “Agreed.”

You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. Was he always this short and terse? Did he have a personality outside of his career? It was getting harder and harder to understand why Gab would set you up with this guy.

“Okay, well,” you murmured. “It was nice meeting you, Jamie. Thank you so much for dinner.”

“It was no problem,” Jamie answered. He nodded towards your apartment building. “You sure you don’t want me to walk you up?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.”

Jamie nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips only for a moment, before he turned away and began the walk back to his car. You turned your back as well and began to mentally prepare for the onslaught of questions from Gab.

“How’d it go?” she asked as soon as you walked through the door. “Will there be a second date?”

“No,” you answered, dropping your sweater over the hook near the door. Gab pouted, looking upset with herself for not picking a better match. You reached out and tugged her into a hug. “It was an okay date, but we both agreed that it just won’t work.”

“What is it? Was he mean to you?” she asked, eyes wide. “Tyler said sometimes he can get a little bitchy.”

“No, it wasn’t that,” you responded, giggly at the thought of Tyler calling his captain ‘bitchy’. “I don’t know, Gab. He just seemed a little on the edge, cranky, serious. He talked about hockey the entire time, which is fine but he just sounded miserable. Also, I didn’t laugh… At all.”

“Seriously?” she asked. She seemed surprised, which shocked you. “I really thought he’d be a good match because his sense of humor is a bit like yours.”

“He really had me in the first half,” you admitted. “Like, Gab, he’s cute as hell. But, the conversation was a downer.”

“Yikes.” That voice didn’t belong to Gab. It belonged to Tyler who had just rounded the corner from Gab’s bedroom. He leaned up against the wall, arms crossed in front of him, and said, “Chubbs is never gonna live this one down.”

“Tyler, if you say one word to him of what I said,” you began. “I’ll kill you.” He laughed. “I know which shampoo and conditioner bottles are yours in the shower. Don’t tempt me.”

Tyler put his hands up in defeat.

“You have my word.”

You saw Jamie a few more times after that date, and each time you exchanged nothing more than ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, and some polite conversation in between. You were thankful that the date didn’t create an awkward tension between the two of you, and you were super thankful Tyler had kept his promise to keep his mouth shut.

About a week before their season officially began, Tyler planned a party at his house. One last hoorah before the season started to get really busy for him and the boys. You went along with Gab, as usual, excited to see some of the girls you’d gotten to know through her and Tyler.

Tyler’s house was almost filled to capacity, and you’d lost Gab hours ago to the dancefloor or Tyler’s bedroom. It didn’t really matter. You were about three drinks in and feeling yourself.

You slipped into the kitchen to make your fourth drink a little after eleven. It was empty, which was surprising, but you didn’t question it and immediately went in for the liquor. You were pouring a vodka Sprite for yourself, with a heavy hand on the liquor when Jamie’s voice spoke up from the entrance.

“I heard you don’t think I’m funny.”

You spun on your heel, nearly knocking the Vodka over behind you as you did so.

“I told Tyler no to say anything,” you grumbled. Jamie raised an eyebrow at you as he settled into a stool at the kitchen counter. “If he shows up to practice bald next week, don’t be surprised.”

“Actually, Gab told me.”

“What?” you asked. “Why did she tell you I said that?”

“She yelled at me,” he said. “Told me that I fucked up.”

“Jesus.”

“S’okay,” he murmured. He walked over to where you were standing, and grabbed a cup from beside you. “I think maybe I did. I spent way too much of that date talking about myself.” Your cheeks warmed at his admission, and the tension seemed to roll off his shoulders. Suddenly, he was grinning from ear-to-ear. “What are you drinking?”

“Vodka Sprite,” you answered, turning to face the drinks with him. He nodded, eyes scanning the counter filled with liquor. He grabbed the Vodka, then the Sprite with a satisfied smirk. You laughed. “Copycat.”

“Where’ve you been all night?” he asked. “I saw Gab a while ago before her and Ty slipped down the hallway, but I haven’t seen you.”

“I was with Roope for a while,” you answered, eyes glancing toward the doorway. Jamie put the Vodka down and glanced at you with a raised brow. You returned his gaze.

“He’s a little young for you, no?” he asked. You stared at him, blank faced and shocked that he’d said that. And then he grinned. “I’m kidding!”

“Oh! He can joke!”

“Here we go,” he mumbled. He finished up his drink and took a sip from it. He leaned his hip against the counter, jabbing a finger in your direction. “I’ll have you know that I’m actually very funny. I think I was just having an off night.”

“Well, then, how’s tonight looking for you?”

“Good, I think,” Jamie answered. He looked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why don’t you hang around me and find out?”

For some reason, you chose to do as he asked. You spent the night by his side, being tugged from the beer pong table to the living room couch, back to the beer pong table. And, much to your surprise, Jamie was making you belly laugh almost the entire time. He seemed looser, happier that night. The weight of prepping for the season had finally been pushed aside, and he was ready to start the season off on a good foot.

Maybe Gab was right about setting the two of you up.

A little after midnight, you stepped out onto the porch with a water bottle in hand. The sliding glass door opened behind you and Jamie stepped out to join. He walked over to where you stood by the railing and leaned his back against it. He turned his face to the stars.

“I like you like this,” you murmured. Jamie looked back at you, his facial expression unreadable for only a moment before a smirk split his face. “You’re a lot more relaxed. Some might even go as far as saying you’re kinda funny.”

“Thank you,” he said with a laugh. You giggled, looking back out at Tyler’s backyard. Jamie turned as well, bumping your shoulder as he did so. “I’m sorry about our date, by the way.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” you murmured. He shook his head.

“It’s really not, YN,” he urged. “I was a complete dick. I couldn’t put my stress away long enough to get to know you, and I was mad at myself for days after.”

“Mad at yourself?”

“So mad,” he repeated. You laughed, dropping your face into your hands to stop him from seeing your blush. He kept talking. “You looked so good in that red dress. And you were so sweet, and funny. And, oh my God, I couldn’t get over how cute you looked when you were admiring the restaurant.”

“I don’t go to five-star restaurants often!” you exclaimed. Jamie barked out a laugh. “It was such a nice restaurant.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite,” he murmured. He took another sip of his drink. “Did you like the wine, though?”

“Yeah, Jamie,” you answered. “I loved that wine.”

You stood out on the deck with him for a little longer, chatting about everything but hockey. He asked you questions about your degree and your family and how you ended up living with Gab. He told dumb stories about Tyler that made tears come out of your eyes.

“I like your laugh,” Jamie whispered after you managed to stop laughing. You looked up at him, heart pounding in your chest, and smirked.

“Yeah, I bet you like it now that you’re the reason for it.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed. And then you were laughing again, and he made a promise to himself to keep getting you to laugh like that. “Would this Jamie get a second date?”

“I mean, he could definitely try,” you said, playful smile still on your lips.

“What are you doing this Tuesday?”

And, so, you went on a second date with Jamie. And then a third, and a fourth.

Each date was a date. Like, dinner reservations at fancy Dallas restaurants that you’d never even batted an eye at on your graduate student budget. Jamie remembered what you said about how you’d never been to a five-star restaurant, and he decided to make that a thing of the past. Gone were the Netflix dates you used to have with your ex. Jamie made sure to treat you right.

But he was also taking things way too slow.

He kissed you goodnight after your second date, and then both hello and goodbye on the third.

It wasn’t until the fourth date, and an entire bottle of wine, that you got that goodbye make out. In your past experiences, it never took this long to get a guy in bed. And, yet, Jamie hadn’t even tried.

So, on your fifth date and after about three weeks of talking every day, you had to ask.

“You’re not seeing anyone else, right?” you asked, coming to a stop three steps away from your front door. The question had been at the forefront of your mind all night. Maybe he wasn’t sleeping with you because he was getting it somewhere else.

“No,” he answered. His eyebrows drew together in concern as he thought over your question. And then his eyes widened. “Are you seeing anyone else?”

“No!”

Jamie smiled and reached out to tug you into him. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up against his chest. His free hand wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his. Just before kissing you, he murmured against your lips, “Good.”

You reveled in the feeling of his fingers when they laced through the hair at the back of your neck and the way his other hand slid down the curve of your ass without a care for who could see. And, when he sucked on your lower lip, Jamie nearly lost it at the soft moan that fell from your lips.

He swore he would have kept kissing you in that hallway for hours, not a care in the world. And you felt the same.

When you finally pulled away, mostly for a breath of fresh air, you leaned your forehead against his with a sigh. Jamie chuckled, tilting his head to place a kiss against your cheek.

“Remember when you didn’t want to go on another date with me?” he asked, pulling away completely. You nodded, the redness of your cheeks giving away your embarrassment about not seeing what was right in front of you that night. He took your hand in his and walked toward your apartment door.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Benn,” you warned teasingly. “My midterm exams are coming up. I’m about to be swamped, so our next date might have to wait.”

“We don’t have to do dinner, you know,” he said, leaning against the wall beside your door. “If you’re grabbing coffee and studying somewhere, I’d come by to see you for a little impromptu date.”

You eyed him skeptically, doubting that it was something he’d want to do. In your eyes, Jamie was still too good to be true, and he was a professional athlete. Once he saw you in your natural, stressed out student habitat, the glimmer was going to fade. You had yourself convinced.

“Maybe,” you said before leaning forward and kissing him goodnight. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

It took all of one week for you to cave. You spoke to Jamie almost every day, and even that wasn’t enough. You wanted him near you, close, and he wanted the same. He made it known every single day. So, you caved. You invited him to meet you at the Starbucks around the block from your apartment building with one rule. He couldn’t distract you while you studied.

That morning, you shuffled around your room looking for something that was comfortable enough for studying but also cute enough to impress the new man in your life. But, you were quickly reminded that you haven’t had to impress any guys in a while. Damn long-term relationships.

You ended up throwing on joggers and an over-sized t-shirt with a pair of slip-on Vans before slipping out your apartment door with your backpack.

Studying started out okay, but you could feel Jamie watching you from the opposite side of the booth. You wished you could read his mind, figure out what he was looking at you for. Did he think you looked too much like a bum? What did he think of your glasses? They weren’t exactly trendy anymore.

You were trying your best to ignore him, and the questions in your head, despite the overwhelming desire to lean over and kiss his smirk off his face. But, when you saw him reach across the booth and felt him tug the earbud from your ear, you knew your concentration was going to go down the drain.

“What?”

“I like you like this,” Jamie said. Your heart skipped a beat, and then you remembered saying those words to him just a month prior. Your cheeks turned a light pink beneath his gaze.

“You like me like this?” you asked, motioning to the lazy day outfit you were in. “Stressed out?”

“No, not stressed out,” he answered with a chuckle. “You look good, even if you are stressed.”

“Jamie, I haven’t showered in two days,” you admitted. He barked out a laugh. “Dry shampoo is my best friend.”

“That’s what that smell is?” he teased. You ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook to crumple it up and throw at him. He shifted out of its way. “I’m kidding, YN.”

“I know,” you mumbled. You redirected your attention to the textbook in front of you, and began reading again. Jamie stayed for another forty minutes, alternating between reading his book and watching you.

He did really like the way you looked sitting across from him in that coffee shop. He liked that you weren’t as put together as he usually saw you, and to him it meant you finally had your guard down. He liked the way your hair was gathered in a bun on top of your head and he thought you looked cute as hell in those glasses that sat on the bridge of your nose.

He might’ve even said he liked this look more than those slip dresses and heels you wore out to dinner. But, then again, those were sexy as hell too.

Jamie was beginning to wonder if he’d ever find a side to you that he didn’t like.

When it hit noon, he decided it was time to go and grabbed your hand from where it rested on your books. You looked up at him, tugging one of your earbuds out as you did.

“I’m leaving,” he said. You couldn’t stop yourself from pouting in response. He let out a soft groan and leaned forward to place a kiss against that pout. When he pulled away, he stood to leave, grabbing his things with him. “When you’re done with these exams, we’re going to celebrate.”

“96!” you exclaimed into the phone as you fell back onto your bed. “I got a 96 on my last midterm exam.”

“That’s awesome, babe,” Jamie murmured into the phone. “And right on time, too.”

It had been a week and a half since the last time you saw Jamie at the coffee shop. Between your midterm schedule and his game schedule, time didn’t allow for date nights. You kept each other off the ledge through texts and quick phone calls, chatting about the plans you wanted to make when your schedules freed up again.

Jamie promised to celebrate as soon as your exams were done, and he pulled through. He’d planned for everyone to come by his place that Friday night. The fact that your last grade came back before the pregame began made his plans just a little bit sweeter.

He picked you up not long after your phone call, and brought you back to his place where some of your friends were already waiting. Gab and Tyler showed up not too long after your arrival and the pregame was in full swing.

After making your rounds, you found Jamie in the kitchen. He was pouring himself another drink when you approached, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull his back into your chest. He chuckled softly.

“You know you didn’t have to get everyone together for this occasion, right?” you asked. Jamie nodded as he turned to face you. “Like, it was just my midterms. The semester isn’t even close to over.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, and leaned in to place a kiss against your lips. When he pulled away, he said, “Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll celebrate you like this during finals, too.” 

Your heart fluttered at his tone of voice, and the way he was looking at you. You felt like the only girl in the world with the party in the other room was momentarily forgotten.

About an hour later, you were in the VIP section of a club and wrapped up in Jamie’s arms, literally. He went all out, as usual. You were quick to tell him he didn’t need to do things like this, and he was quick to kiss you quiet.

“I want to do these things for you,” he murmured against your lips as he walked you backwards towards the dancefloor. He spun you in his arms, and you happily pressed your back against him as you danced to the music blasting from the DJ booth.

This was the closest you’d ever been, save for the few make-outs in his car after dinner but even then, the center console was always in the way. Right then, there was nothing preventing Jamie from touching you, holding you close. Except maybe all the people in the club, and that damn dress you were wearing. He wanted it off.

His fingers slid down your thigh, brushing along the hem of your dress, and you were putty in his hands. You turned, taking his chin in your hand to pull him in. You kissed him like you were the only people in the club, even with Tyler and Gab’s hollering beside you.

You hardly made it back to your apartment that night. You were both so giggly drunk when you stumbled into the cab. As soon as the cab’s door closed to the outside world, Jamie’s hands were all over you. He tugged your legs over his lap and pulled you close to kiss you, one hand resting between your thighs just above your knees.

His touch lit your skin on fire.

You made out the entire way home, the entire way up the elevator, only stopping when you had to open the door to your apartment. Even then, Jamie’s hands rested on your stomach and his lips pressed up against your neck and your shoulders, any inch of skin it could touch.

“I’m proud of you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear. You sighed happily, turning the key in the door’s lock and pushing the door open. “Even if it was just midterms.”

You laughed at the way he mimicked your voice, then slipped out of his grip. Your heart was pounding from nerves and excitement. This moment felt all too real. You’d been wanting to go farther, wanted him in bed the first night you met him. But now, right as it was about to happen, you were a bundle of nerves.

“You hungry?”

“Little bit,” he answered, following you into the kitchen. He leaned up against the counter as you sifted through the frozen foods you’d stocked up on for drunken nights like these. “The team nutritionist is going to hate me this season after spending all this time with you.”

“Well, then, you should stock my fridge up with healthy things then,” you stated. Jamie chuckled and took a step forward to wrap his arms around your waist. Your search for late-night snacks was momentarily forgotten as he brushed the hair from your neck and placed a kiss against your skin.

“Why don’t we,” he started. He kissed the space just below your ear before continuing, “just look for snacks later?”

You turned in his arms, dropping your own arms around his shoulders. He smiled down at you as his eyes studied every bit of your face. You sighed softly, lifting one hand to run through his hair.

“I like you,” you whispered. He grinned. “A lot.”

“I’m crazy about you,” he responded. Jamie picked you up, and your legs wrapped around his waist immediately. He asked again, “Snacks later?”

“Sure.”

Jamie carried you to your bedroom, dropping you onto the mattress with a laugh before his lips were back on yours and his hands were sliding up your thighs. Your dress was gone in seconds, and then you helped him out of his own clothes.

Jamie took his time, admired every bit of your body. He didn’t want to forget any of this moment. He was crazy about you, every piece of you, and he was thanking his lucky stars that you agreed to go on a second date with him after the dumpster fire of a first one.

“I like us like this,” you whispered into his ear a few minutes after you finished. Jamie’s lips ghosted the skin of your collarbone as he peppered kisses along your skin to your shoulder. He looked up at you, brushing the hair out of your face before placing a kiss against your lips.

“God, me too,” he sighed. “I really like us like this.”

You burst out giggling as you laced your fingers in his hair, and Jamie watched you. He was completely enamored with you, everything about you. And then he started laughing with you because who wouldn’t?

“Do you want a snack now?”

“Did I not just have one?” he asked, glancing down at your naked body still pressed up against him. You laughed.

“That was awful,” you told him through giggles. Jamie chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck as you continued to make fun of him. “I’m not just a snack. I’m a damn meal, Jamie Benn.”

“Don’t I know it!” Jamie exclaimed, rolling onto his back. You laughed. “Alright, let’s get snacks.”

“Okay, okay,” you mumbled. You stood up and grabbed his shirt, throwing it on like a dress. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Jamie was sitting on the counter with two pints of ice cream in his hands, waiting for you. You nudged yourself between his legs, sighing happily when he handed one of the pints to you. The apartment was silent and Jamie had wrapped his legs around your body to keep you close to him.

After a few minutes, Jamie spoke up, “I like us like this, too.” You smiled up at him. “Just for the record.”

“Me too,” you agreed. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your lips. “I like us all the time.”

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 33

Word Count: 2,479

POV: Tyler

Warnings: None this is complete fluff

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

TYLER'S POV

 You tip-toed into the house, partly in case Jace was asleep and the other part hoping that your wife was. After the scene you made earlier about not wanting to leave the house, you had a feeling she'd still be awake even if she had to keep her eyes open with toothpicks. Though the whole drive home after your interview, you prayed she would be fast asleep, for you knew she was going to kill you the moment you walked through the door.

 As you snuck in the house, you noticed that the television wasn't on, so maybe you did luck out and she was sleeping. Gerry came to greet you and you patted the dog on the head before making your way through the house. She was just walking out of your bedroom, baby monitor in hand, and a scowl on her face. You tried to head her off before, she could start yelling at you. "I know, I fucked up. I'm sorry." She still wasn't smiling even after you apologized. "Baby, you don't know how sorry I am. I know I screwed up. I'm gonna make it right though." You reached for her and she went easily into your arms, so she couldn't be too mad.

 "I can't believe you just let it slip that we're married." She pressed her forehead into your chest, and you leaned down and kissed her head. "I had to put my phone on silent, so it wouldn't wake up Jace." You winced, before pulling her back, so you could look her in the face.

 "I'm so sorry, babe. How is my lil man doing? Did he like watching his daddy play?"

 "Yeah, he loved watching you. Though he hates the way I celebrate when you score." You laughed. "I guess I got a little too excited and maybe a hair bit too loud…and well he started crying."

 "Great, you're going to make him hate when I score." She swatted playfully at your chest. "Ouch."

 "Oh, stop that didn't hurt, and at least I didn't tell the world we secretly got married."

 "Ok, now that did hurt. I didn't do it on purpose." You maneuvered her hips, and lead her over the couch to sit down. "So who all have you ignored so far."

 "Well, I did take Jenna's call, but I let the one from Anna, Liv, and my brother Sean go to voicemail." She rubbed the bridge of her nose; a telltale sign she had a headache coming on. You scooted her so that you could massage her shoulders, it was the least you could do, considering how bad you'd fucked up.

 "I've had both my sisters and Brett, though I'm not sure if he was calling as a friend or for management." You could feel some of her tension melt the longer your fingers kneaded into her neck. "Any ideas on how we want to handle this?"

 "Well, I think we start by telling our families the truth…and maybe groveling a little bit. I'm thinking cute pictures of Jace would help as well."

 "Are you using our child to get out of trouble?"

 "It sounds bad when you put it that way."

 You kissed her neck, before answering back. "Not if it gets us out of the doghouse." She leaned back into your chest then. You could tell she was tired. "How long has Jace been sleeping?"

 "Not long. I just put him down a few minutes before you walked in."

 "We should probably get some sleep than before he has us up in a few hours." Although, the two of you literally just sat down; you figured if you didn't move now, you'd both end up sleeping on the couch until Jace woke you.

 "You're probably right." She eased off the couch, still moving gingerly from all she endured.

 When you walked into the bedroom, you headed straight for Jace's bassinet, which was close to your bed. Cash was sleeping on one side and Marshall on the other, while Gerry stayed at your side. You peered down at your sleeping son, who looked so peaceful, and your heart swelled with love. "Hi bud, daddy missed you." Leaning down you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, careful not to wake him. He stirred a bit but continued to sleep.

 It didn't take either you or (Y/N) long to get ready for bed. She moved the bassinet closer to her side, before crawling in under the covers. You scooted behind as close as you could get so the two of you could gaze at Jace for a few minutes longer, before falling asleep. It was about four hours later that you were woken up by his soft little cries. (Y/N) got up and quickly scooped Jace up, knowing that he was probably hungry and needed to be changed. You made a move to help her. "It's ok Ty. I got him. Go back to sleep."

 It amazed that you that after everything she went through, with Jace's crazy birth, that in just a couple days, (Y/N) made taking care of him seem so easy, as if she'd been doing this for years. She scooted up against the headboard and began to nurse Jace, while you laid there in awe watching your wife and child. You literally had everything you ever wanted right in this room right now, and while you may have screwed up tonight; you had a feeling that if you told both your families this everything would be fine. You nuzzled into her hip and her free hand stroked your hair while Jace fed.

 You never heard or felt her get up and change the baby or put him back down, until sometime in the morning when the light started to peer through the blinds. (Y/N) was sleeping peacefully, so you carefully extracted yourself out of the bed and went to check on your newborn son; who was wide awake in his bassinet just looking around. Before he could cry and wake his mama up, you picked him up and headed out to the kitchen, closing the door to let your wife sleep. Jace fit so easy in the crook of your one arm as you marveled at how tiny your little guy was. "Hey bud, are you gonna hang with me for a while so mommy can sleep?" You stroked his little hand and he grasped your finger. "I'll take that as a yes."

 Grabbing a juice out of the fridge, you plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, putting it on mute. You turned the station to the NHL network so that you could catch up on scores from the night before. "Daddy plays the Blues tomorrow night and it looks like they won last night. So, we say boo to that." Jace frowned as if understood and didn't want the Blues to win either. "Don't worry, we're going beat them, just for you."

 The two of you finished watching all the scores before they re-aired On The Fly, from the night before. It was about ten minutes into the show when they started to show the highlights from the Stars game. "Watch this here Jace, this is where I scored a goal just for you bud." They continued to show the rest of the goals. "Oh, watch Uncle Chubbs check Josi right there. Daddy should've gone glove side on that one there. I'll teach you that when you get bigger. You're going to have a wicked slap shot?" He made a little cooing noise as if he would and you leaned down and kissed his precious head.

 "Is daddy filling your head with hockey already?" (Y/N) was standing in the archway just watching the two of you.

 "We're just watching some highlights and I may have mentioned a few things he's going to learn." You motioned for her to come and sit beside you, so you could cuddle both your babies. Her hands immediately went to Jace, just caressing his sweet little face. "Don't worry, I know it won't be for a while."

 "Thank goodness for that." She said talking to the baby and not you. "You're just still way too little to even to think about that huh?" Jace's eyes looked around and then fixated on (Y/N), after hearing his mom's voice. She leaned against you, and his gaze followed her. "You didn't have to let me sleep, but thanks."

 "Babe, you need your rest. You've been through a lot, besides Jace wasn't fussy; so we were just having some father-son bonding." You could feel her smile into your chest and you leaned down and kissed her head.

 "You know we still have to deal with the fallout from last night." She didn't need to remind you. You were sure by now there were messages on your phone from your family, though you'd left it on the charger in the bedroom when you'd come out here with Jace. "I'm honestly surprised my parents haven't called." She was scrolling through her phone. "Should we just get this over with?"

 "No time like the present."

 She dialed her parent's house, even though it was still a little early in the morning. "Hey sweetheart, how's my new grandson?" Her mom asked through the speakerphone.

 "He's an angel. Ty and I are just sitting on the couch with him now. Is dad there?"

 "Yeah hold on and I'll get him." It didn't take more than a minute until (Y/N)'s dad was on the phone.

 "Hey, guys, everything good up there?"

 "Hi Dad, yeah we're great." (Y/N) answered them. "Umm…we just had to call and talk to you about something…well before you hear it someplace else."

 Neither of her parents reacted, which you didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one. "There's no easy way to say this," you spoke up since it was your blunder, to begin with. "(Y/N) and I got married, the first of the year." You paused for a second, but when they still didn't say anything you decided to go on. "It was really my idea. I wanted Jace to be born with both his parents having the same last name. I know it sounds stupid because we're engaged and stuff. I just never want him to question that his parents always wanted him. You know?"

 Your heart was beating almost as fast as when you'd asked them for (Y/N)'s hand in marriage. Thankfully (Y/N) took over the conversation. "We hope you guys aren't upset, it was completely spur of the moment and just us; and well Jamie and Jenna. They were our witnesses. We still want the big wedding with everyone this summer, this was just something that we wanted to do for us…and well Jace. You're not mad, are you?"

 "Oh sweetheart, we're not mad." (Y/N)'s dad answered immediately.

 "Honestly, we kind of figured you wouldn't wait." Her mom added.

 "Really?" You both said at the same time.

 "Sweetie, it's obvious you two are in love, and it only stands to reason you wouldn't want to wait." (Y/N)'s mom paused but then continued. "I mean it would've been nice to be invited." Both you and (Y/N) winced. "But at the same time, we understand."

 "As long as I still get to walk you down the aisle, there's no hard feelings."

 "Oh dad, of course, you can. I want that more than anything." (Y/N) told him. The conversation went on for several minutes and they planned a time when they could come and see Jace. As soon as you hung up with her parents, it was time to face the music with your mom.

 "Hey mom, how's it going?" you asked as she picked up the phone.

 "I'm not sure how to answer that Tyler, my phone has been ringing off the hook with a ton of questions, and I don't have any answers." You could hear a bit of irritation in her voice.

 "So, I guess you've heard the news then."

 "I heard you told reporters you were married if that's what you're referring to. But what I want to know is if this is like that Valentine's Day joke you pulled on me a few years ago." (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on your knee, as she decided to answer your mom for you.

 "It's no joke Jackie, we're really married." She then explained the reasoning to your mom just as she had to her parents. "I hope you're not too upset with us?"

 Your mom sighed softly into the phone. "Well, it's kind of hard to be when you were only doing what's best for my grandson."

 "We still want the big wedding in the summer." You assured her. "In fact, I'm sure you girls will be planning it when you get here in a couple days."

 "Oh, I'm sure we will be when I'm not holding that precious little boy. How is he doing?"

 "He's so amazing mom. Like, I don't want to take my eyes off of him." You looked down at Jace who had fallen asleep in your arms. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me, mom. Well besides (Y/N) that is." (Y/N) smiled, then leaned over and kissed your cheek.

 "Oh honey, you sound so happy." You could hear her get choked up a bit. "I can't wait to meet little Jace."

 "We can't wait for you to get here, Jackie." (Y/N) added. "Jace can't wait to meet his Grandma."

 "Oh, I can't wait to squeeze him."

 "Not too hard mom." You told her with a laugh.

 "Don't you start with me Tyler, you're still on my shit list."

 "Ouch, and how come (Y/N)'s not."

 "Hey don't throw me under the bus Seguin." (Y/N) said as she swatted at your arm, causing Jace to wiggle; so you threw her a look that said 'don't wake the baby.'

 "(Y/N)'s not in trouble, she gave birth to my grandson." Your wife just stuck her tongue out at you. "But we can talk about it when I get there. Now, go take care that sweet little boy, and I'll see you three soon."

 "Will do. Love you, mom."

 "Love you all. Kiss that little boy for me." With that, she hung up the phone.

 "Well, that went better than I expected." You told (Y/N).

 "I have a feeling this little guy right here helped out a lot." Her hand went to Jace and you could tell she was itching to hold him, though if you were being honest; you weren't quite ready to give him up just yet. So instead, you wrapped your free arm around your wife and pulled her close. You'd never felt so happy in your entire life, then you did at that moment holding everything that you loved the most in your arms.  

[youngblizzardglitter]

That's Her Vote.

Leon rubs his eyes from fatigue, the book was just the same as the last one he read. He knows he had missed something he had too.

Why else would Tori flat line?

It had been unexpected he had been reading a parenting book when Nigel noticed something wrong with her breathing they tried everything beginning to become worried. You could only imagine the horror when they heard her heart monitor go blank.

He hadn't gotten sleep since. He had been no worried he knew Nigel was too Numbuh 8he had refused anyone to come into the room trying to take care of her and an inconsolable Nigel. Leon had begged to be allowed to help them nearly tearing apart the barrier.

He waited there all night wondering when he could go in. 8he was getting on his nerves.

"I don't want to sleep." Nigel cried looking into the incubator that held their baby. "This was my fault."

He knew there was something he could have done. He didn't know much about babies let alone human ones he wondered could he had done something as well that's why he stayed up reading books on how to care for human infants it seemed like everything was the same. No information on how he could have helped. He read every book on the ship about humans and nothing.

"Do you think this is my fault?" Leon softened looking at Nigel. "Do you think my powers were faulty?"

"It's not your fault. We didn't know-"

"I knew my creations only last a few hours!" He snaps tears trickling. "I should have know despite her last a day longer than the others."

"Don't beat yourself up too much." He looks over to the baby in the box. "We both thought she was in the clear after she made it to day two. We couldn't have known-"

"What if she dies?" He said his body shaking with emotion. "What if she dies and we can't do anything?"

He held him close so close it hurt. He didn't know if it would happen he made good points she could die on them. And Nigel couldn't bring her back as even a demi-God has limits.

"If is the keyword. We could also use it to say she could live and bounce back. She's strong she got that from you."

"I hope that's the only thing." He says watching their daughter squirm. She had been fussy about all the things tied on her and all the wires. They were worried she might pull them out.

"I rather her be more like you than me." He laughs trying to lighten the mood. "If she gets most of mine she's going to be a feral animal. And we already can't handle Chubbs."

"I can handle him just fine." He said after a few moments. "He only likes me. Your just jealous."

"Not even close." He says kissing his head. "He might be jealous once we bring Tori home. You know how he is."

It was true he headbutts and trips anyone he didn't like he eat other pets or attacks them to death. If anything he might try to eat their baby.

"That's why we're Chubbs proofing her room." He says looking at Tori who made a noise. "Don't worry he'll love you."

He poked one of his fingers into the box. She held it looking at him with a very 'Tori' look.

"I should go see 8he. He said we could take these off tomorrow. I want to see if he could do it early." He mumbled after a few moments.

"Maybe we should wait until she is in the clear. We never know."

"But what about if?" He sasses smirking back at him. "Did you just tell me that?"

"Yeah but this is different. We should wait the book say it better to be safe then sorry." He looked over it wondering if it was right.

"But those books are about your species not Gehans."

"But should we?"

They both didn't get an answer as Tori giggled at them reaching for Leon he smiled tickling her. Her laugh was something he hadn't heard before and he already never wanted to stop hearing. "I think we got her vote." He laughs as she held his top hands. She stuck her tongue out at him and he happily returned it.

"Your so childish." Nigel says kissing him Leon's ears wiggling with happiness. "I'll take it as a yes?"

"Why not?"

"You know what am realizing?" Nigel looked at Leon his eyes downcasted. "We just made life."

"I made life." Nigel corrects laughing at him. "Fifteen hours of pain for it."

"But why are you now just realizing this? She was born about a week ago." He looks over to the clock reading six am. They been up for a good hour or so after their appointment with 8he.

"Because today's the day we took her home and not gonna lie am scared." His words echoed across their room a bit as the new adults meet eyes worried.

"Me too." Nigel says looking down again clutching the railing. "Am worried about her future."

"Am worried about her health really." Leon thinks for a moment. "But why her future? We have money are about mentally stable and good people."

"What's there to worry about?"

"What if I mess this up?"

"Besides my parents I don't think there's ever been a good Uno parent. And am worried I might continue the cycle."

"Am worried that it won't be like what I thought it was. Mom and dad said I was a difficult baby and a complete contrast to how easy Aron was."

He hadn't really his mother and father about parenting. When they found out about Tori they were more disappointed than happy when the thought settled in. He got an hour long scolding on how parenting is and that's he's only seventeen about to be eighteen in two weeks.

"That I might be too much one way and it messes her up."

"Am afraid of going soft. I just fought in a war I died I have done so much and all that trauma is going to get to me."

"But what if it doesn't?"

"Then somethings going to happen to her. Something always happening with us and by going soft I won't be able to protect her."

"This is the best thing to ever happen to me." He says wiping a tear. "Besides you of course."

"And that if I can't find happiness in this am failing and I haven't even started yet. That I made another mistake because of my stubbornness."

"If anyone should know about family stuff it me. And trust me ending up like your abuser is something we all fear but you love her and willing to do anything as long as if it's within reason that's step one."

"You've got every right to be worried. I may not talk much about it but trust me." Leon kissed Nigel's temple wrapping tow arms around him. "I think I might be more worried than you."

"Really?"

"Totally no doubt about it." He says making Nigel giggle. "And I know it's not the best piece of advice but I think we just need to stop worrying."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"If you worried about everything I don't we would have Tori right now." They both laugh at that. "You thought we would be great parents now maybe not but we will be when she needs it."

"You deserve to be happy. And this is definitely something that will make you happy."

"Changing diapers?"

"No. Making someone's life amazing by just existing." They both looked down again smiling.

"We're here because you thought this was a good idea. And I think we need to put faith in that."

They smooched each quickly and looked into the others eyes they quickly looked down again at their daughter.

She whined in her sleep as she stretched and then went limp again drooling on a bear Kuko made for her.

"And that's her vote."

[the-starsabove-you]

Just Friends After All

A/N: Feedback is welcomed! I just wanna say thank you for all the likes and feedback for the preview! It had me very excited to start this series! Also thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this story!  Warnings: Implying Sex The loud music was blasting all over the house, there were so many people it was getting crowded and the Dallas Stars had won another game. So it was time for a party at Tyler Seguin’s house. Natalie had let herself in, she knew the door was open at all time if there was a party or not. Tyler always made sure she knew that she could enter his house anytime. Natalie looked around the house and saw everyone. There were some people chatting, some were dancing and some were just making out. She didn’t see Tyler yet but she was greeted by his dogs and she dropped down to her knees and she laughed as the dogs were jumping around and licking her hand in greeting and Cash was barking. “Glad you could make it” She heard a voice and saw it was Tyler, he was wearing a black shirt and some black jeans. His hair curly as usual. He was looking down at her with a small smile. Natalie looked up at him with a soft smile “Of course I’m gonna be coming, you guys won!” She said and Tyler grinned “You saw my goal tonight?” “Yes I did, you did amazing” Tyler grinned as he brought her into a tight hug and she hugged him back as he whispered “I’m really glad you came to Dallas” He muttered and she chuckled “How much did you have to drink tonight Ty?” She questioned and he sighed “A bit too much” “Well, I know you’re going to be a busy guy tonight so I’ll be around. I’m probably going to be with Chubbs and his girlfriend” “Mhmm Perfect. I’ll be around as well and I think I already got an eye on one girl tonight” Tyler said winking and Natalie narrowed her eyes playfully “Of course you do” “I’ll see you later tonight before you head out.” Tyler muttered before kissing her temple and he walked off and Natalie sighed. She couldn’t help but have some sort of feelings for Tyler, ever since they were younger. But she never wanted to ruin her friendship with Tyler, hence shooting down every flirty remark he had done. Tyler had gotten the hint and had treated her more as  a friend. Natalie saw Jamie and his girlfriend on a sofa and she grinned when they saw her and they grinned and waved her over and she sat beside them and Katie hugged her “Long time no see, you stranger” She chuckled and Natalie grinned “I’ve been busy with a good story. Reporting isn’t easy at times” She said and Katie narrowed her eyes playfully “Oh trust me, I’m always hearing from Jamie about when Tyler talks about your latest story.” She said and Natalie chuckled “I think I’m like the only sports reporter that the boys will talk to without giving stupid answers” Natalie worked as a Sports Reporter, she mostly worked in the Dallas area for Hockey, Football and Baseball. She loved that she got to meet new people and talk to the athletes, they were so polite, they were comfortable talking to her. “Are you going to be at the Stars game next week?” Jamie asked and Natalie nodded “Yup! I’m gonna be around. Tyler wanted me to join you guys at the bar after” “Found anyone cute yet to date?” Katie teased and Natalie gave her a look. Katie knew about Natalie’s crush on Tyler and pretty much Jamie knew as well. “No, not when you’re friends with the Dallas Stars and some of the Dallas Cowboys and they can start acting like protective brothers and the Football players starting to threaten to tackle my date to the ground when I bring a man on the field on my day off” She said. Jamie and Katie nodding in understanding. Natalie looked over and saw Tyler talking to a woman and Jamie narrowed his eyes “Girl has been on him since the party started. Wouldn’t be shocked if we see him leading her to his room tonight” He muttered taking a sip of his beer and Natalie felt a feeling of sickness to her stomach. She couldn’t help but let her reddish hair out of the ponytail it was in and she sighed “It’s gonna be fun tonight” She muttered and Katie nodded “Cheers to it” Katie muttered and Natalie sighed “I have to go get a drink for this cheers” She said and made her way towards the kitchen and grabbed a shot glass and poured vodka in it and she threw her head back as she had that shot. Natalie grabbed a can of beer from the cooler and made her way towards the living room and saw that Jamie and Katie were no longer there and probably were in the backyard. Natalie watched Tyler from the other side of the living room. The music was blasting and everyone was either dancing or talking. But everyone was having a good time at the party. Tyler Seguin wasn’t known for having lame parties. Tyler was talking to a random girl that was twirling a piece of her hair with her finger as she was flirting with Tyler but he stopped when he saw Natalie looking at him and he was now watching her. Natalie and Tyler were close, ever since his Boston days. Tyler was young when he came to Boston and never really experienced the college life when he came so randomly showed up at the parties at the local college and that’s where he met Natalie. Tyler and Natalie had hit it off right away and Natalie felt her heart racing when she saw Tyler ditch the girl and make his way towards her. She watched as Tyler placed his drink down on the table and he was looking at her “You look hot tonight” Tyler muttered as Natalie raised and eyebrow “Thanks, I didn’t really try much with my outfit” She said looking down at her blue jeans and blue shirt. Tyler chuckled at her sarcastic remark and he looked down at her “You always look hot” He said and Natalie laughed “You are literally drunk right now aren’t you?” She questioned and he nodded “Not as drunk as you think.. Those jeans are fitting you well tonight” “Well you naturally look really hot” Natalie said with a smirk as she felt herself letting go a bit more. Tyler smiled in that response as he moved closer “You never see me watching you walking in the hallways or when you enter a room?” He questioned and she shook her head “I never thought you would be when you have all the models and other girls throwing themselves at you” She muttered and Tyler sighed and shook his head “They may be around but at the end of the day, I think of you.. You’re the only one whose rejected me so many times.. Who didn’t fall so easily for me.” He said and she shook her head “Because I never wanted to ruin our friendship Ty” She whispered and he had such an intense look “Let’s not think of that right now.. I wanna think of just you and me tonight” He whispered and she was quiet for a moment before he leaned down to kiss her softly, she placed grabbed his shirt and pulled him in closer. It soon got very intense and Tyler broke the kiss “Let’s head upstairs to my room” He said and she looked around “What about the party?” She questioned and he narrowed his eyes “Everyone knows their way out.” He said and he grabbed her hand and led her upstairs.

[timewormbloom]

Ranger’s have already shown that they have no qualms about knowing/doing more traditionally feminine things, so why would they stop at cooking?

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     “You know, when I imagined training to be a Ranger it didn’t include practicing my cross-stitch.”

      “You laugh now, but when you’ve been in the woods for a month and your only pair of pants has a giant hole you’ll thank me.”

     “That’s an oddly specific scenario.”

     “Not when you’re a Ranger it’s not.”

      Will wasn’t particularly happy about it, but he conceded and went back to the piece of fabric he was currently trying to turn into a simple cloak. If you had told him a few months ago that Rangers mended their clothes in their spare time he would have assumed that they had been bewitched somehow. But here he was.

    “Unbelievable. I can’t believe you’re a better sewer than me,” Alyss chuckled as she watched Will tie the final knot. Will rolled his eyes and gave her a fond look as he packed the needles back into the pouch he kept around his waist. 

    “You got the brooch, right?” He asked as he looked over his work. Alyss brandished the shiny piece of jewelry, which was engraved with a crest and covered in gems. Will nodded and passed the gown over. Alyss gave him a smile back before disappearing behind a tree while Will turned around. 

    “You can look now,” Alyss called as she emerged from behind the tree. She was in a traditional gown commonly worn by ladies of the court. A mere few minutes ago, it had been a couple inches too big in several places.

    “Does it fit now?” Alyss twirled in response, showing off how it did, in fact, fit perfectly. 

    “I can’t believe you managed to fix it in only an hour,” Alyss gushed as she slung her arms around her boyfriend. He stepped back after returning her hug and dipped down slightly while extending his elbow. 

    “If you please, my lady.” Alyss gave the brooch one last adjustment as she put her arm in the crook of his arm. They shared soft giggles as Will pretended to escort her. 

    “Your target should be at the meeting location by now. Keep up the act and we should find out who’s behind all this,” Will rehashed, mostly to himself. Alyss gave him one last hug before she waltzed off. Will scaled a nearby wall and settled down to watch what happened. 

    About an hour, several knives thrown, and a good amount of yelling later the culprit was hogtied somewhere in the castle’s custody along with the lady they had temporarily kidnapped and impersonated. 

    An hour later found them lounging in their camp, enjoying each other’s company as they also enjoyed the rabbit soup Will had made. Tug was grazing off to the side, munching on the apple Will had smuggled out of the kitchen. 

    “If I ever have to sew something I’m making you do it,” Alyss teased as she elbowed Will gently in the side. 

    “I would gladly do your chores,” He joked back. Alyss hummed as she shifted closer to Will before drifting off. Will scooped her up gently before setting her down in the tent and taking up the familiar lookout position.

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“If you stitch some stupid pattern on my skin I will skin you myself,” Halt growled as Crowley finished sterilizing the needle in the fire. 

“Just drink the thing,” Crowley, who was filled with anxiety to the point where he could barely listen, told his injured friend as he pushed the cup of very pungent herbs closer to Halt. He rolled his eyes as his nose crinkled before throwing it back with a grimace.  He gave Crowley one last trusting look before he slumped into unconsciousness.

“No big deal, just stitch it up. You’ve done it before, who cares that it’s your best friend this time,” Crowley muttered to himself as he tried to steady his hand. The horses seemed to notice the cloud of dread, since they seemed a little more anxious than usual. 

Crowley took one last look at the people responsible for Halt’s wound, who were all knocked unconscious and bloodied up due to Crowley’s infamous temper. 

“No more putting it off. The longer you wait the worse it gets…” Crowley took one last breath in an attempt to settle his nerves before he started to stitch up the large, glaring wound.

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Thankfully, the next time Crowley decided to sew it did not include his best friend bleeding out. It did, however, involve him being in a very boring meeting, surrounded by barons who thought they were the least boring person in the room and who were very adamant about broadcasting that fact. Crowley swore that the men’s chests were so puffed out they would put Chubb’s  pastries to shame. 

Cassandra seemed to agree. She was sending not-very-subtle looks at Crowley and jerking her head towards the testosterone-fueled disaster in the corner. He gave her a sly look and reached under the table and drew out the perfect tool to diffuse the situation. 

Several minutes later, the entirety of the room was staring at Crowley dumbfounded as the man in question did his needlepoint. He hummed softly to himself and hid the fact that he was watching everyone in the room and gauging their reactions. 

“Ranger Crowley? Are you alright?” Some brave fool in the back asked.

“Oh, I’m quite alright. Sewing is just such a useful hobby, don’t you agree?” Crowley replied, cheerfully. He was fully aware of the sheer confusion emitting from everyone, but pretending he didn’t was much more fun. He did,however,  break character to shoot Cassandra a meaningful look. She nodded before clearing her throat and taking advantage of the silent room.

“If you’re all done preening, we have important business to discuss.” Her voice pulled the room’s attention back on her, allowing her to effectively reclaim the space. She gestured towards the person who was supposed to be talking and told them to continue. Crowley happily continued to work on his needlepoint as Cassandra got the room back on track.

[kairi-chan]

I Got You (XXXIII) - BoruSara

Title: Tickled Pink

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff! 

Rating: T 

Beta-read and art by: @sandpancakecat ! 

A/N: This chapter is 6,049 words! It took me days to finish, and I feel so accomplished for finishing it. I hope you enjoy. ❤️

“It doesn’t work that way, you idiot!” 

“Oh, come on, Sarada!” Boruto leaned back in his chair and huffed. “How can you be so sure?” 

She lifted her textbook from the table and pointed at it. “It says so right here.” 

The blond rolled his eyes and continued to argue.

Mitsuki and Wasabi watched on. Mitsuki was happily sipping on his juice box, while Wasabi scribbled away on her notebook. 

“Are they going to give it a rest?” She muttered. 

He sipped some more, eyes shining. “I’ll give it a few more minutes. This is so much fun.” 

She looked up from her notes and raised a brow. “You’re enjoying all this sexual tension, aren’t you?"

He nodded enthusiastically. “Just like old times.” And really, it was. The two were back to arguing at any opportunity they got, hanging out with everyone again, but there was also something… different. Inojin once commented over lunch that all the sexual tension coming from the two of them was enough to make him barf. To which, Boruto and Sarada hastily denied that there was any, of course. 

Just like old times but… with sexual tension, apparently. 

Mitsuki would have shrugged all of these off, as he felt like things have finally regressed to the mean, however, things have gotten awkward as Sarada would avoid Kagura like the plague, and Boruto would walk the other way if he saw the Senior anywhere close. Mitsuki thought it strange, as Kagura would greet him like he always did, and he would return the greeting. Neither Boruto nor Sarada wanted to speak up about their… peculiar behavior. 

Other than that, everything was normal. That is until Boruto came to campus after one weekend wearing a new article of clothing. 

“Dude!” Iwabe gaped. “Why are you in pink?” His face twisted. Boruto only lifted a brow and placed the drink carrier on the table. “What are you talking about? I always wear pink.” He pulled one cup out and placed it in front of Sarada, who took it, and said her thanks, but did not look up at him. 

Inojin and Chocho walked over, both of them had a finger on their chin and inspected the long-sleeved sweater. The latter lightly stroked the fabric. “Not cashmere this time?” 

Boruto shrugged. “Hima-chan got it for me. And I think the color and fit suits, don’t you?” 

The two agreed, and Shikadai complimented the color in his own dry way. “Makes you look like a Barbie doll.”

“I like this hot pink color,” Chocho snapped a shot of it on her phone. 

Inojin snorted. “It’s magenta, Chubbs. Get your color right.” 

The two began to argue and Iwabe muttered, “Isn’t it just… pink?” 

Finally, Sarada looked up, curious what all the fuss was about and her heart stopped. Boruto was holding on to his cup of coffee, taking occasional sips as he watched his friends argue about what color his sweater was. He wore a white collared shirt underneath and held his books in his other hand. Once his blue eyes met Sarada’s, he placed the cup down and grinned. Her heart dropped to her stomach and she looked away, trying to hide the rosy blush on her cheeks.  

Boruto toed around the still arguing artists and sat next to her. She immediately picked up her coffee and drank, avoiding eye contact yet again. But he sat so close… close enough for his arm to brush against hers and she felt the fabric of his sweater on her skin and she nearly spat her coffee out. 

It was soft… and warm. And that smell… he was wearing cologne today. 

“Not feeling cold yet, Sarada?” Boruto grinned. “Fall is really kicking in, don’t ya think? I expected to see you in a turtleneck already.” 

She rolled her eyes and placed her cup down. “Very funny. I brought a jacket today.” 

Boruto peered at the red coat that hung at the back of her chair and blinked. She snuck a peek at him and that obscenely adorable sweater. Trust Himawari to choose the cutest ones she could find. The color went well with Boruto’s slight tan, and Shikadai was right. Paired with his blue eyes and blond hair, it did make him look like a Barbie doll… in the best possible way. Because fuck he looked so attractive. Illegal. It has to be illegal to look this good. 

Pink was always his color, and he carried it confidently. 

Iwabe teased Boruto, pulling Sarada out of her daze and subtly wiping the drool off her lips. “Nice sweater, boo.”  

Boruto put his coffee down and grinned at Iwabe, who was wearing a colorful-bomber-jacket thing. “I like your outfit, too. Except when I dress up like a douchebag, I try not to make it look like I’m trying too hard.” 

Shikadai snickered, and Sarada chuckled. 

Iwabe grunted and muttered unintelligible things about their blond friend. Boruto took a sip of his coffee. Sarada sneaked a look at him. He looked at her. She hastily looked away, and then pretended to be absorbed in her reading. Boruto grinned and rested his cheek on his hand as he watched her pretend to study. Heat rose to her cheeks. 

“Having trouble with that, Sarada?” He asked cheekily. 

“No,” Sarada replied harshly. 

He was unfazed. His grin only grew. “Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind explaining the chapter to me, right? Inheritance laws are always pretty tricky, ya know?” 

She pursed her lips and looked at him, her eyes instantly drawn to the pink sweater, making her look at his neck and shoulders. 

“Like my sweater?” Boruto teased. 

“No.” Wow, real harsh, Sarada. 

“You sure?” He lifted his brow and sang out, “It’s reallyyyy comfyyyy.” 

Keep it together. She had to keep it together. Sarada ground her teeth and seethed, “Go away, Boruto.” 

He placed a hand on his heart, pretending to be struck by an arrow. “You’re killing me here!” He sighed dramatically before bursting out into laughter. 

Sarada grumbled and packed her things, making a hasty escape from the table. Boruto tried calling out for her, but the bell rang and it was time for class. Saying that she sped walked is an understatement. As soon as she reached her classroom, she placed her belongings down on the desk and sat down, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

That sweater… did look comfy. It also made Boruto look… attractive. 

The last thought made her jump. It’s not that it was surprising. She always found him attractive in his own idiotic yet charming way. That smile and his golden hair and those blue, blue eyes. 

Students starting filling in the seats and she wiped the corner of her lip. No drool. Good job. Shouldn’t be wiping for drool in the first place but why did he have to look so good? In pink, no less. Ever since they patched things up, things went back to normal for them but there really was something different between the two. The smallest of things could send her heart racing. Like whenever he would get her coffee, or whenever their fingers would brush. 

There was no more denying it. Since she became aware of her feelings for him, things were a little brighter, flowers smelled better, even fall felt a little fresher. Heat rose to her face. 

“Sarada!” 

Her blush deepened. 

“Sarada, hey!” Boruto stopped at her desk and took a big gulp of air. Did he run all the way here? “I’m—I’m sorry!” He gasped between words, still catching his breath. “You stormed off, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just playing around, ya know?” 

Her lips parted. “Boruto…” 

“Mr. Uzumaki,” the professor chided him. “Sit down. You’re sticking out like a sore thumb!” 

Boruto looked around, the entire class was already seated. The only vacant one left was the one in front of Sarada. “Oh, shit,” he muttered. “Sorry, sir.” He took the empty seat and opened up his notebook. 

Sarada released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The professor started droning on about labor laws and Sarada opened her notebook to begin taking notes. A folded piece of paper landed on the open page and she looked ahead. Boruto was looking at her but hastily faced forward as soon as their eyes met. She pouted and opened the note. 

I’m sorry if I upset you :( 

Dinner later so I can grovel more? 

She snickered, making him slightly turn around to peek at her. Her eyes softened and nodded. A bright grin spread across his face and he gave her a thumbs-up before facing forward again. Once again, she could only see pink. 

...

Dinner with Boruto was always a lively affair. To her surprise, they were far away from Thunder Burger. He kept chatting during the drive about how good the fusion sushi rolls were in this chic little restaurant, pumping her up for the truffle steak that they offered, as well. 

He was still wearing the pink sweater, but he had changed the shirt he wore under it. The sun was starting to set by the time they got to the restaurant and Sarada opted to leave her coat in the car. 

“You sure about that?” Boruto eyed the red frock that she tossed in his backseat. “Heard it was going to get cold later.” 

She shrugged a shoulder up. “We’ll be indoors, it’s fine.” Sure she would. The fact that she knew Boruto would offer his sweater to her if she got cold has absolutely nothing to do with it. Sarada eyed him, and her gaze drifted all over his sweater, hugging his well-toned body. She took a deep breath and bit her lip. Why did he have to look so attractive in pink? 

The two of them walked into the restaurant side by side, Boruto exchanged a few words with the lady upfront to confirm his reservation before she ushered them to their seats. Trust Boruto to always choose a booth table. The whole place could probably only accommodate up to fifteen tables. It was small, but it did have character. There were fishnets hanging on the ceiling, and fake salmon and tuna on crates around the walls, along with graffiti prices for the daily catch. Sarada’s eyes looked around, appreciating the decor. 

Boruto rested his elbows on the table and leaned into one of his hands. “Like the place?” A small smile on his face. 

She grinned. “Yeah, it’s cute. I haven't even heard about this place.” 

His smile widened. “I hope you like the food as much as the ambiance.” 

A server came by and handed each of them a menu, recommending their best sellers, as well as the newly added dishes. Boruto already had a few rolls and others to order, all of which sounded good to her. She ordered an iced tea, and so did Boruto. It was the first to arrive, and she drank nearly half without even thinking about it, as she was too absorbed with looking at Boruto as he told her about his family’s upcoming Christmas plans. 

“Christmas?” She straightened up, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Whoops. Maybe she shouldn’t have drunk something cold on an empty stomach. “It isn’t even Halloween yet!” 

Boruto snickered. “Yeah but come on, it’s Christmas!” His blue eyes glittered and Sarada couldn’t help but grin. It was Boruto’s favorite time of the year, after all. “But yeah, Halloween is coming up. The weather is really starting to change and it’s been getting a lot cooler lately.” 

Another shiver down her spine, this time, Boruto noticed. “You cold?” 

“No, I’m fine.” She bit her tongue. It was just iced tea. With the food coming, she’ll warm up in no time. 

He raised a brow and pulled on his sweater. “Wanna borrow my sweater?” 

Yes! “No.” 

Before he could retort, the food was placed before them. Her eyes widened at the selection. There were rolls with various toppings, tuna and salmon sashimi, and the familiar smell of… “Is this truffle?” She pointed at the steak. 

A smug smile painted itself on his lips. “You bet.” 

Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She loved truffle anything, and anyone who has spent enough time eating with her would know. She took a pair of chopsticks and held it up, looking for her first morsel to taste. 

There was a click of a camera and she looked up. Boruto took a photo of her, a wide grin on his face and showed her the photo. It was a boomerang of her moving her chopsticks around as she looked at the food before her. She rolled her eyes but smiled. “Really? What is it with everyone taking photos of me?” 

Boruto grinned. “Can’t blame us for wanting to have a photo of the prettiest girl on earth.” 

Suddenly, it wasn’t so cold anymore and her tummy did a backflip. She was sure that wasn’t a telltale sign of hunger but rather… something else. Gosh, everything Boruto did just made her fall for him even more. 

“I mean, right after Auntie Sakura, that is.”

Nevermind. She took it back. She pointed her chopsticks at him. “You don’t stand a chance with my mama! Get over it!” She puffed her cheeks, picked up a tuna roll and opened her mouth. 

He laughed and held on to his own chopsticks, and picked up a salmon roll. “Yeah, I know. But I sure hope I do with you.” 

She dropped her roll. “What?” 

Boruto placed the roll in his mouth and shrugged a shoulder up, pretending he didn’t say a thing, leaving her to gape like a fish until he swallowed his roll and wiped his mouth. “You should really start eating, Sarada.” 

Well played. 

Everything was delicious. The sashimi was fresh, the rolls were unique, and that steak was to die for. However, she still couldn’t stop looking at Boruto and that obscenely pink and comfortable looking sweater. The meal warmed her up, but she still wanted to try it on. Once all the food was gone, she went back to sipping on her iced tea. Freshly refilled, and this time, had more ice. She shivered. 

“I swear, Sarada,” Boruto placed his chopsticks down and removed his sweater.

Her eyes widened as the white shirt underneath rode up, exposing part of his stomach. She quickly recovered once his face was in full view again, making it look like she was totally not staring at his abs. Absolutely not! 

He handed her the pink sweater over the table. “Just put it on already. I don’t like seeing you be cold.” 

Finally! She pursed her lips. “I said I’m fine!” Oh for fuck’s sake. 

Boruto rolled his eyes and shoved it closer to her. “Come on, it’s clean, I swear. I just wore it yesterday and today.” 

That means it’ll smell like you, and I want that scent on me. But no, Sarada didn’t take it. Boruto stopped insisting when his phone started ringing. He pulled his phone out to check and stood up. “Oh, shit. It’s mom. Hold on for a bit, will ya?” Boruto placed the sweater on the side of the table and stood up to go someplace quiet. 

Hence, a staring contest with the sweater ensued. 

Pros and cons, Sarada. Think of the pros and cons. Pros are, it looked comfortable, it would smell like Boruto, and that color would make her look even cuter. Cons? Nothing. Absolutely nothing except maybe swallowing her pride that she did like the sweater and did want to try it on, but she would ultimately be admitting that she liked Boruto because it was his and she wanted it. 

She chewed on her lower lip and looked around. She found Boruto near the washroom, still in the call. Her eyes drifted back to the sweater. 

Don’t. Have some self respe—too late. Sarada was already holding on to the sweater, feeling it in her hands. The material was so soft, and there was a light fuzzy texture to it, too. It was still warm… Pulling it closer to her face, she took a quick breath in and found herself smiling. It was clean, it smelled of fabric softener, his cologne, and that smell that was so unmistakably Boruto.

She pulled it over her head and slipped it on. The fabric was soft and caressed her skin. It had only been on for a few seconds but she already felt so much warmer. The collar wasn’t close to her nose, yet she could still smell him. Oh my god. Why didn’t she do this sooner? 

“Hey, I’m back, sorry about that,” Boruto slipped into his side of the booth and blinked. She was wearing his sweater, and she had the biggest smile on her face. He smirked. “Happy you like my sweater.” His blue eyes roamed around her figure, a smile on his face. “You look even cuter in it. I’d say pink is your color.” 

She was too happy to say anything. She felt so warm and comfortable, and now he was saying she looked cute. This sweater already felt like cloud 9 but now that he was back, she felt even better. 

Boruto snapped another photo of her, and posted it with a caption, “She wears it better.” despite her hands being hidden under the sleeves. The color made her cheeks look rosier, and that smile she wore… she looked so happy. Boruto’s eyes softened. 

Finally. He was seeing her be happy with him. 

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Boruto drove slowly on the way back to their dorms. He enjoyed her company and wanted it to last a little longer. The radio played soft music, and she was chattier than usual, too. Whenever he wasn’t looking at the road, he was looking at her. 

“Boruto, eyes on the road!” She admonished, but she was still smiling, a giggle escaping her lips. She was still wearing his sweater and he made a mental note to thank his little sister. It looked good on Sarada. The sleeves were too long and loose on her shoulders, reiterating to him how small and lithe she is. They had both grown a great deal, and he was finally taller than her. 

He grinned. “Scared we’ll crash?” 

Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare!” 

Boruto smirked. “I won’t crash the car and make us fall into a ditch, don’t worry. But I would gladly fall for you.” 

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve been hitting on me all night.” 

“Is it working?” He asked, cheekily. 

Sarada bit her lip and looked at the road ahead. “Maybe a bit.” 

He picked up her hand and held it to his chest. “Good. I’ve been rehearsing my lines for years.” His eyes were on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other gave her hand a squeeze. It felt nice to be able to talk to her like this again, but this time, be able to fully mean it. He hadn’t confessed yet, but it was only about time.

Even if he was sincere, she didn’t seem to think so. Sarada snickered but didn’t pull her hand away. “Sure, Boruto. The very same lines you use on every other girl isn’t going to work on me.” Even if her voice was light, she looked away, hiding the pink that rose to her cheeks. 

"If I up my game," he grinned, “do you think I’d stand a chance?” 

“Hn. Maybe.” Yes.

The rest of the ride was full of laughs, spontaneous singing, and comfortable silences. The kind that made Boruto wish it would stretch on a little longer. As he parked his car, Sarada removed his sweater and shrugged on her coat. He was a little disappointed that she did, but he was looking forward to having it back. The walk to her dorm, and then to his, was quite a distance and judging from the temperature displayed on his dashboard, he would need it. 

As they reached her door, she fumbled for her keys, thanking him for dinner and how he really didn’t need to foot the bill. 

“You kidding? Mom would kill me if she found out I didn’t pay for it.” 

She rolled her eyes and held on to her keys. Sarada looked at him and smiled. “Thank you for dinner. I really had fun. It’s nice to get to catch up with you again.” 

Boruto flushed. “I had fun too. Thank you for coming with me.” 

Silence. 

He shifted his weight on the balls of his feet and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It was cold, and the distance between them felt a lot closer but also farther at the same time. Boruto looked at her, noticing her gaze was averted from his. Maybe he should— 

“Well,” She gave him a tight smile. “I won’t hold you further.” 

Oh no, please do. 

“Yeah!” Boruto scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I got a test to review for.” 

“Oh right. Yeah, I gotta review, too.” She stuck the key into the doorknob but suddenly gave him a hug. “Good luck. Text me if you have a question or something.” 

Can I stay and study with you? I want to be with you longer. 

He pulled on a grin and hugged her back but released her when she pulled away, instantly missing her warmth. “Thanks.” 

Sarada grinned at him and unlocked her door, opening it by a crack. “Good luck to us!” 

I really wish it were us.

He waved and she locked the door behind her, leaving him out in the hallway. 

Boruto arrived in his dorm. He took a deep breath and sighed. He was glad to be back but really wished Sarada had stayed with him a little longer. He removed his sweater, put it to his face and inhaled. It smelled like her, and it made him smile. 

“Had fun on your date?” 

He jumped. Mitsuki was inches away from him. “Dude!” He held on to his heart, fearing it would jump out of his chest. “Don’t scare me like that!” 

Mitsuki only gave him his signature smile. “Well?” 

Boruto gave him the stink eye. “It wasn’t a date. I didn’t ask for it to be one, so it wasn’t.” 

Mitsuki kept smiling. “Really? So you need to make it clear it is a date before it is one?” 

“Yes!” Boruto sat on his bed, placing his sweater on his pillow. 

“Then why didn’t you clarify it?” 

He went silent. Why didn’t he? He knew he wanted to go out with her, and it’s not like he didn’t pay the bill when they ate out often. His mom always told him it was fine to treat friends, but he fought her for the bill and insisted because… he wanted it to be one. “I don’t know,” he muttered. 

“Then clarify next time,” Mitsuki stood from the bed and went to his own. “Ask her out for lunch.” 

“We have a test at three.” 

“Then even better. You two can study. But tell her it’s a date.” 

“A study date?” Boruto looked at Mitsuki. 

“A real date,” Mitsuki deadpanned. 

Boruto’S eyes widened. “But—what if she—“ 

“She isn’t busy, or will reject you.” Mitsuki smiled. “I’m sure she would want the company.” 

Boruto pursed his lips. “Yeah but I got gym in the morning and I don’t want to—“ 

“Then bring spare clothes and take a shower. It isn’t so hard, Boruto.” 

Touché. Since when did Mitsuki become so… practical? 

Boruto changed out of his clothes and pulled out his notebook. “Yeah, okay fine.” He took out his phone and saw a text from Sarada. 

“Thank you again for dinner. Don’t sleep too late.” 

He smiled and texted back, “you’re welcome. I won’t. I’ll just skim my notes. It’s not like I need to study so hard to ace it, ya know?” 

She replied almost instantly, “I wouldn’t be so sure. I’m going to study again before the test. I’m getting sleepy.” 

His eyes widened. This was it. An opening! “Wanna grab lunch and then study together?” He hit send and mentally punched himself. Idiot! Make it a date! Three dots appeared and he panicked. “Like a date!” Once he hit send and the three dots instantly disappeared, he screamed into his pillow. Boruto peeked at his screen and saw the three dots go on for fucking ever. 

And finally, she responded. “Alright. It’s a date :)” 

Mitsuki jumped when Boruto suddenly yelled in victory. She said yes. Sarada said yes to go out on a date with him. 

...

Sarada fidgeted as she stared at the clock that hung above the blackboard. She was nervous all morning. And now, in five agonizing minutes, she would be meeting with Boruto. Most likely, she would find him outside. Waiting. She drummed her fingers on the desk. Tapped her pen on her notebook. Chewed on her lower lip. She shook her head and tried to focus on the lecture, but to no avail. 

He asked her out on a date. A date. 

During her morning break with the boys, she told them about it due to their incessant questioning of why she was restless. 

“Boruto asked me out on a date,” she spoke quickly and clarified. “I mean, like, we’re getting lunch and then studying together for a test…” 

Iwabe, Metal, and Denki looked at each other and then back at her. 

Denki spoke and scratched the back of his neck. “Really? It sounds like what you two normally do.” 

Sarada’s has slackened. “I mean, he said it was… a date.” 

Iwabe nodded and sipped on his soda. “Yeah, like a… lunch date?” 

“Or a study date!” Metal added, nervously.  

She blinked. Why were they… watering this down? She pulled out her phone and showed them his text. Their eyes widened and they gasped. 

“It’s true!” Denki screeched. 

Iwabe lifted his hands to the sky. “He finally did it!” 

Metal has tears running down his eyes. “The bravery of youth!” 

Sarada sweatdropped, picked up her belongings, and hurried to class, trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

This was a date. He said it was a date. Chocho was screaming when she read the text and shook her violently, telling her this was it! All the stupid decisions, cowardice, and sexual tension was going to be worth it! 

The bell rang and she zoned back into reality, packing her belongings. 

Sexual tension. 

This wasn’t the first time she heard someone mention there was a lot of this between them. Or have any at all, to begin with. She swallowed. It’s not that she’s never thought about it, or considered it, but Sarada always pushed it back and shrugged it off. Sexual tension… her thoughts drifted to how good he looked in that pink sweater last night, and his abs that showed when he pulled it off. Her trail of thought then moved lower to the waistband of his pants and then to his— 

“Sarada!” 

She blinked and heat rose to her cheeks. Boruto was waving at her from the other side of the hall, his phone in his hand. He was not wearing that pink sweater anymore, but he was looking fresh in a white sweater, and dark jeans. Her heart sank… no pink anywhere. But she smiled nonetheless, Boruto looked like… he was glowing. 

“Hello,” she smiled. “You’re looking… good.” 

Boruto grinned. “Thanks, worked out this morning.” He took her bag from her but struggled a bit as his other hand was holding on to his phone. 

“Here, let me hold that for you.” She took his phone and saw the screen, he was in the middle of texting Mitsuki. 

Left my sweater in the lib where we sat can u g hjhsjd

She frowned. “Why do you keep leaving your things?” She pointed at him. “I told you to always look back before you leave a table.” As she rolled her eyes, she corrected the text, removing the keyboard smash that happened when he took her bag. 

He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. I was in a rush. I had to go to the gym, and make sure I took a shower before I meet up with you, ya know? This is our first date, after all.” 

Her heart skipped a beat. Date. It really was a date. This was huge, right? Even if they’ve known each other for years, taking a step like this was… monumental. Well, for Sarada, at least. But was it the same for Boruto? She walked next to him and looked a little more than she normally would. Other than that after-work-out-glow, and smelling even better than his regular cologne, his clothes were pressed, a nice change from the straight-out-of-the-wash look he usually had when laundry day had just finished. 

Her lips curled up as she peeked at his face. This rosy glow on his cheeks looked adorable, and he had been smiling a lot more lately, his aura was significantly lighter, too. In turn, it made her smile more, and her heartfelt lighter. But the guilt and shame still lingered and resurfaced every once in a while. She spent a good ten minutes the previous night whining to her best friend if it was too soon to date, to which her best friend assured her it wasn’t. She and Kagura were still friends… or so they said. 

“Hey,” Boruto waved his hand in front of her face. “You okay? Is something on my face?” 

Sarada shook her head and laughed nervously. “No, you look great.” 

Boruto smirked. “Keep telling me I look great and I might just think you’re in love with me.” 

She snickered. “You wish!” 

“Oh, I definitely do.” He winked at her. “Every night, to all the gods in the skies!” He threw his hands up for dramatic flare, which made her laugh, forgetting all her troubling thoughts. 

This was starting to look like a good first date. 

...

The next morning was a nightmare. Chocho decided not to come home to the dorm “just in case” and when she found out nothing happened, she was furious. Screaming all over the place that when she received a text that Boruto asked her immediately for another date after the exam, Chocho packed an overnight bag and camped out on Namida’s couch. 

“I set everything up for you!” She cried as she munched on a bag of chips. “Why couldn’t you?” Her mouth was full, but she didn’t care. 

Sarada put her belongings down on the table and gave Wasabi and Namida an apologetic smile. The two didn’t seem to mind, but there was also a certain tension between the two. She looked around and found that there were two seats empty, but one of them had a certain pink sweater draped on it. Her eyes widened. Was that… Boruto’s sweater? 

Shit. This was her chance. She could casually, innocently, take it, tell him she found it and kept it for him but in truth, she would never give it back. That sweater was far too comfortable to return. She made a move to take it, but before her hand could grab on to the soft, fuzzy fabric, it was snatched right away. 

“Here it is!” Mitsuki smiled. Sarada had half a mind to hit him, but when he noticed she was reaching for it, he was surprised. “Oh, Sarada… did Boruto ask you to get his sweater? I received the text and he asked if I could go back for it…” 

“What?” Sarada panicked. “No, of course not. I wasn’t trying to take it or anything!” 

He blinked. “You were reaching for it, were you not?” 

“Ridiculous!” She sat back down on her chair and crossed her arms. "I was… trying to get a better look. I thought, Inojin was there and I was going to wave.” What the hell, think of a better excuse next time. Idiot. 

Mitsuki raised both his eyebrows and a smug smile came to his face. “Okay, then. So you won’t mind I take the sweater?” 

“Of course not,” Sarada stuck her nose up in the air and adjusted her glasses. “Tell Boruto to be more responsible and pick up his things himself!” She sniffed. 

Mitsuki nodded slowly and that signature smile of his was back on his face. “Surely.” 

“The hell was that?” Wasabi muttered. 

Namida only shrugged. Chocho was still busy whining and eating her chips. 

Sarada slumped down on the chair. She had to get that sweater. It was a mighty need that needed to be fulfilled. 

...

It’s foolproof. Boruto had class, and so did Mitsuki. She felt the keys in her pockets and sneaked her way up to their dorm. Easy. No one will even know she went in. All those times Boruto had lost his keys were finally reaping their benefits. Boruto gave her the spare key to their dorm, and in turn, she handed him a key to hers. For safety and emergency reasons, of course. 

Making sure no one saw her, Sarada hurried down the hall and stuck the key inside the doorknob, trying not to make a sound. Once the lock opened, she twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. A sly smile crept up her face. See? Easy. 

She didn’t look around, as she only had one item she went here for and she found it right away, on his bed. She chuckled and held on to the sweater. Holding it to her face and rubbing the soft fabric on her face. It smelled like him, too. What a bonus. Sarada removed her glasses and slipped on the sweater over her head. Before her face was through, someone called out to her and she froze. 

“Sarada? What are you doing?” 

Shit! Shit shit shit! 

She pulled the sweater down and patted it on her body with one hand as the other groped around for her glasses. “M-Mitsuki? Don’t you have class?” It was blurry, but it looked like there was someone else in the room. She couldn’t quite tell who. 

Mitsuki stood up and approached her, her view going HD again once she placed her glasses on. Sarada felt all the blood fall to her feet. Sumire was there, too. Sitting at the table, having lunch with Mitsuki. 

Oh my god. Never mind breaking and entering, and stealing, but she was intruding on a date! 

“Oh my god. I am so so sorry!” Her face was red and she wanted to disappear. This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. “I’ll just—“ 

“Hey, the door is open!” Boruto entered, a scowl on his face. “What the hell is—“ 

He stopped mid-step and blinked, blue eyes then slowly taking in the whole scene but ultimately landed on Sarada. If she wanted to disappear before, she just wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole already. 

No one dared to talk, except for Mitsuki who slowly smiled his signature smile and placed a hand on Sarada’s shoulder, relief washing over her. Yes! Mitsuki, you are such a good friend. Please cover it up! 

“She just came by to steal your sweater,” Mitsuki explained. 

Perhaps death would be kinder than Mitsuki. Scratch that, it totally would be. Why did she even think he would help her? 

"My sweater?" Boruto walked over to her, and Sarada started sputtering for an excuse. He only laughed and gave her a shy smile. “If you wanted to borrow it, you just had to say so, ya know?” 

Her eyes widened, and the prettiest shade of pink dusted her cheeks. “R-really?” 

“Yeah, I’d do anything for you…” Boruto looked at the ground, trying to hide the flush on his own cheeks. 

Mitsuki smiled at them and looked at Sumire, “See? They make a good couple.” 

Sumire giggled. “They do.” 

Boruto jumped and started stammering when he noticed Sumire in their dorm, his eyes also noticing the food laid out on the table. “Shit! Sorry! We’re bothering, and I—I didn’t see… Shit, yeah. We’ll go.” He held on to Sarada’s hand and pulled her out of the dorm, leaving Mitsuki and Sumire inside, laughing their heads off. 

A/N: Phew. This took me way longer to write and is the longest chapter I have ever written. IGY chapters are usually only at 1000 words, after all. And this was full of fluffy fluff fluff! While writing it, I was subtly looking for the hurt and the angst. It feels so unreal to have an IGY chapter be this fluffy but the next coming ones will also be fluffy and shocking.

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[bennwriting]

Cat and Mouse

People Are Messy: Part 1 of 2 (for now) This is supposed to be part of a larger work, but this and one other chapter are the only ones I don't hate so far. Hope you like it!

“I’m so sorry, Jame,“ I said with a hug. 

“Thanks, Mouse.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Liar.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. Sad eyes stayed aimed at the floor. Weight shifted from one foot to the other.

“You wanna watch a sad movie and eat ice cream and cry it out, or would you rather throw darts at her picture?”

A rueful chuckle. “I’m not fucking crying.”

“Darts it is!”

“No,” he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “No darts. Just.” Scrubbed a hand down his face. “I dunno. Can I kick your ass at bubble hockey or something?”

Grabbing his arm with my free hand, I squeezed and winked. “If you think you’re good enough.”

“Oh you are so toast,” he grinned. I turned toward the stairs, but he pulled me back into a loose hug. “Hey. Thanks. Really.”

“Any time, bud.” I held tightly and felt the sigh. It was a long minute before he was ready to let go and follow me upstairs. I just let him take his time. 

He did kick my ass at bubble hockey. Ruthlessly. I was happy to let him take it out on the game, something harmless. I made a show of trying to win and being upset that I lost, but we both knew I never stood a chance. Unfortunately, it didn’t lighten the mood. 

“Ok this isn’t working. You’re concentrating too hard.”

Jamie sighed, palms on the machine. “Yeah.”

“You sure no darts?”

“No darts.”

“Ok but you gotta let it out somehow.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Pressed his forehead against the bubble. “Fuck, this sucks.”

“We could dance it out.”

Head up just enough to glare at me. “This is not Grey’s Anatomy, and I am not dancing.”

“You sure? We could totally turn on some terrible country music and dance.”

“No.” Giggle. 

“Ok but if you change your mind, the offer’s open.”

“Good to know. Let’s just watch a movie. But not a sad one. Like an action flick.”

“Fury Road?” 

“Perfect.”

“Done. Let’s blow some shit up!”

Laughter chased me as I danced down the hall into the media room, followed shortly by a hard root beer in my hand. 

“Thanks. Am I still the only one drinking these?”

“Yup. All yours. No one else will touch them.”

“Sweet. Y’all are missing out, though.”

“Nope.”

Shrugging, I turned and put my feet in his lap, and he looked down and chuckled before settling into the movie. 

Somehow, without conscious thought, we ended up lying down on the couch, Jamie using me as a human body pillow, head on my chest and arms and legs wrapped around me. I started out rubbing his back but ended up combing my fingers through his hair. 

Both of us were so relaxed that it didn’t occur to me at first that his hand had made its way under my t-shirt and over my bra. Not squeezing, or even fondling, just resting there like that’s where it belonged. I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize what he was doing until he pushed my shirt up and absently involved his mouth. 

I jumped, he jumped, then he bolted upright so fast he nearly dumped me onto the floor. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

“It’s ok, you just startled me.” 

“Not ok. What was I thinking? Oh god.” He looked mortified. 

I had to lean way over to reach where he was backed into the corner of the couch like a frightened animal, but I took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. 

“Jamie, it’s ok. No harm done. Really.”

Barely looking at me through the cringe, he scrubbed his free hand over his face as if it would wipe away the lovely shade of scarlet he was blushing. 

“I’m so, so sorry. You know I would never …”

“I know. Jame. Sweetheart.” I climbed over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s ok. I mean it.”

Relaxed ever so slightly into the hug, he was still tense, so I rubbed his back until he let out a heavy sigh and hugged me back like I wasn’t made of glass. But when I sat back, he still couldn’t bring his eyes up to mine. 

“Chubbs. Hey.”

Finally, he slowly looked up at me through his lashes, as if he expected a lecture. 

“I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re just missing that. It’s understandable, really.”

“It’s unacceptable. I have no right to just … take. I just … you were so soft and warm and … I spaced out and … god, what is wrong with me?”

“How long has it been?”

“What?” Confusion. 

“How long? When’s the last time you … y’know, touched anyone?”

Blushing again, staring at his hands. “Oh. Um. I dunno, like, a few months? But like, we went longer than that during the season. Well, I did.”

Softly, “Oh honey.” Grabbed his hand. He flinched a little, then sighed. 

“Can you … not call me that? It’s …”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

“S’ok. It just … hurts.”

“Yeah. Do you … can I …” Failing to form a coherent sentence, I did the only thing I could think of — kissed him, full on the mouth. 

Surprised, he didn’t respond at first, but then instinct took over and he kissed me back, slowly, then a little desperately, a drowning man grabbing onto a life preserver. Strong hands cradled my head, not tenderly — to make sure I didn’t pull away. 

The kiss was raw, needy, nothing sweet or loving about it, just frayed, pent-up emotions being released. When it ended, we stared at each other in semi-stunned silence for a bit before he found his words. 

“What was that?”

“Pretty sure it was a kiss,” I quipped. 

“No shit, really? I mean why.”

A shrug. “I didn’t know what to say.” 

“So … you kissed me?”

“I think you kissed me back.”

“I did. But … I thought … I mean …”

“What? Oh. I’m not … I’m just … different. I do like boys. And don’t let this go to your big ol’ vain head, but you’re kind of beautiful.” 

He blushed the most amazing shade of pink at that, one dimple threatening to dig into his cheek as he looked down at his hands. 

“Anyway, you’re hurting and clearly touch-starved, and I just really wanted to kiss it better. Was that ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was … nice.” Eyes back up to mine, looking for confirmation that it was really ok. 

“Do you wanna do it again?”

“I don’t wanna take advantage.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yeah.” Blushing again. “Ok. I do. If it’s ok with you.”

“It’s definitely ok. Do you … want to do more?”

“No! No … I mean yeah I want to, but …”

“Hey. I’m asking. You’re not pushing.”

“I just don’t wanna … use you. I can go pick up in a bar for that.”

“Even if I’m offering?”

“But you don’t want that.”

“I want to help you. I want to make you feel good.”

“I don’t want pity sex.”

“I’m not offering out of pity. I’m offering because I want to help. I know that’s a fine line, but it makes a difference to me.”

“So you … want me?” 

“In this situation, yes. Look, I don’t want to get all TMI. I want to fill that need for you. If you want me to.”

“I just … didn’t think you liked it.”

“I do … I just need something more than basic animal attraction, and you needing me right now does that for me. So now that we’ve discussed it to death, can I kiss you again?”

A smile, a nod, and to my surprise, he pulled me up to straddle his lap. “I’m serious, Mouse, tell me if you want me to stop. I don’t want to fuck up our friendship just because I’m lonely and horny.”

“Promise. But same goes for you. If it’s too weird, we don’t have to keep going.”

“Deal.” Then a kiss that made my head spin. Lips trailing from my ear down my neck to my collarbone made my spine tingle. 

“Damn, Jamie.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. Please, no.”

I felt the smile against my skin before he pushed my shirt up and off. 

“Good ‘cause I really don’t want to.” 

Only a moment to look into his nearly black eyes before he was kissing me again, surprisingly soft hands meandering across my chest then coming together to unclasp my bra. As soon as the straps were down my arms and off, he lifted my hands back up to his hair and skimmed his fingers along my arms back down to my chest. 

Those soft hands caressed and fondled their way around my skin, gentle but not tentative, while the mouth did the demanding. Passionate kisses from my lips down my throat, just shy of leaving marks. When they reached my chest, I lifted up on my knees to give him better access. 

Lips surrounded one nipple, and he teased with his tongue while taking more in his mouth and then sucking hard enough to make me whimper. 

“Ok?”

“Mhmm. More.”

He smiled and shifted to the other side, made me whimper again, dragging teeth along skin. Hands dropped to the button of my jeans. 

“Hey, no fair, you’re still dressed,” I whined. 

An impatient huff, but he backed off and yanked his shirt over his head, giving me a nice show, then surprised me by standing and dropping his shorts to the floor, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs. He pulled me up so he could finish taking off my jeans, pushing them down to my ankles while kissing his way down my body. I had to hold onto his shoulders when he nuzzled into the fabric of my panties, hot breath making me tingle again. Feet freed one by one, then beard tickling my torso as he stood.

In nothing but our underwear, we stared at each other a little awkwardly for a moment, but he fixed it by kissing me, easy and unhurried, before quietly lifting me up, hands on my ass. 

“Where are we going?”

“Bedroom,” murmured into another kiss. 

“Jamie, I can walk! That’s on the other side of the house.”

“Mmmmnope. Want to carry you.”

And then I was pinned against the wall of the elevator. Oh. Well that was hot. 

Dizzy from his mouth on mine, I saw nothing but him until he was setting me down softly on the floor in his bedroom. 

Quietly, “Still sure?”

“So sure.” I spun him around and pushed him down on the bed. He just stared as I crawled onto his lap, but caught up quickly and pulled me in for a hot and heavy kiss, hands in my hair, teeth pulling at my bottom lip, tongue in my mouth. 

I leaned forward, using my body to tell him to lie back without breaking the kiss, and he smoothly pivoted his feet onto the bed and pulled me down with him. Once he was settled, I started kissing his neck, from the hollow of his throat up to his ear. Lingered for a while, pulled a moan from him that made my heart race. 

“Tell me what you want first,” murmured in his ear. “You want my mouth? My tits? My pussy?

A moaned “fuck” was the only response, and I rocked against his crotch a little. Hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder. “Fuck. Don’t …” 

“Don’t?” I breathed before sucking on his earlobe. 

“Mouth. Your mouth. Please.”

Smiling, I nibbled on his ear for a bit before kissing, licking, and nipping my way down his body. Flicked a nipple with my tongue, got him panting a little and fisting hands in my hair. 

It was a little bit of a struggle to get his boxers over the curve of his ass and thick thighs, but once they were to his knees, he kicked them the rest of the way off and lay flat again. When he reached to touch himself, I swatted his hand away and replaced it with mine. 

“Let me.”

All he could do was close his eyes and nod and let out a sigh when I gave him a long, light stroke that I immediately followed with my tongue. Whimpered just a little as I took the head into my mouth. Moaned, long and loud, when I swirled my tongue around under his foreskin. A hand swept through my hair to the base of my skull. I looked up at him without stopping.

Eyes intense, a little watery, lips parted, breathing shallow. When I took more of him in my mouth and licked up the underside, he closed his eyes and moaned again, softer this time, almost a whine. 

Slowly, I built him up, my hand around the base pumping in rhythm with my mouth — there was no way I could take all of him — until he was panting and shaking, gasping a combination of “fuck” and “oh god,” pulling my mouth off of him just in time to stripe ropes of cum all over his chest. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” I smiled up at him softly, hand still wrapped around him. 

“I didn’t want … um … I knew it was going to be a lot. Too much.”

Leaning up to kiss his cheek, I laughed softly. “You still didn’t have to, sweetie,” I murmured in his ear. “I’ll be right back.”

He hummed his assent and sank back into the pillows, boneless. A quick mouth rinse and I returned with a warm, wet washcloth, straddled his thighs, began gently cleaning off his stomach and chest. Smiling, he put his hand over mine. 

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Let me take care of you.”

“K,” he smiled bashfully. “But you’re never gonna get it all out of my chest hair.”

I giggled. “Voice of experience?” 

“Yes.” A bright blush bloomed on his cheeks, but he was still smiling and relaxed. I smiled back and finished cleaning up as best I could. 

“I guess we’ll just have to get you in the shower.”

Pulling me down onto his chest, he giggled. “If I get you all sticky, will you join me?”

“Oh my god,” I laughed, “all you had to do was ask. The answer would have been yes.”

“Good.” Then he pulled me into a kiss that made us forget all about the shower. 

As we kissed, I rocked my hips into his, and he grabbed my ass with both hands. 

“Mmm, why are you still not naked?” mumbled into the kiss. 

“Dunno. Been busy.”

He snorted as he rolled me over and hovered above me, pulled my panties off and kissed his way back up my body. There was a long pause at my chest where his mouth and hands and eyes made a thorough exploration of every available inch of skin, leaving nipples at attention and heart pounding. 

“I didn’t know you had a mascot,” he smiled and softly traced the tiny tattooed mouse on my ribs under my right breast. 

I giggled. “Mhmm. She hides.”

“She’s cute.”

“She says thanks.” Another giggle. 

Still smiling, he placed a sweet, chaste kiss on the mouse’s head. Then mouth and hands parted ways — mouth back to mine while his right hand skimmed back down to my thigh. He shifted onto one hip beside me but kept kissing, muting my whimper when two fingers dipped between my legs and gently slid up through my folds. 

“This ok?” 

“Mhmm. But you don’t need to do anything for me. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“I want to though,” he murmured. “I want to touch you everywhere. I want to make you come. And when I’m ready again, I want to fuck your brains out.”

The combination of that soft voice and the dirty talk short-circuited my brain, and all I could do was moan “god damn” and pull him back to my lips. Taking that as a sign to continue, he pushed my legs apart and picked up where he left off. 

“Fuck, Mouse, you’re so wet. For me?”

“No, for the other hot guy who’s been kissing all over me,” I laughed, shoving him playfully. “Yes you, dork.”

“Ok yeah you’re gonna have to explain it to me like I’m stupid. Later. Right now I just wanna touch you.”

“Mmm, anything you want.”

My hips bucked into his hand, and I guided him to my sweet spot, helped him get the rhythm right. 

Lips against my ear, voice so soft. “There good?” 

“Fuck yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Needing something to hold onto, I reached up and got a hand in his hair. He moaned. 

“Oh. You like that?”

Leaning into my hand, “Yeah.” 

And so I held onto his hair — not quite pulling — while he continued to make my toes curl. Never losing rhythm with his hand, he brought his mouth into play, kissing lips, then neck, then chest. When I came, panting, digging my fingers into his scalp and arm, his mouth was back on my neck, just below my ear, and he placed little soft kisses all along my jaw and across my neck and collarbone. 

“Jesus, Chubbs,” I breathed when I’d come down, “that was uhhh …”

Bless his heart, he tried not to be smug about it, but I could tell he was proud of himself. 

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, it’s um. Been a while since someone did that for me.”

“How long?”

“Ummm … years? Not sure how many.”

“Do you …” He blushed so hard it went down his chest. “y’know, take care of yourself?”

“Oh. Mmmm, sometimes. Mostly to shut my mind off when I can’t sleep, really. It’s a whole different thing, having someone else do it. Same basic mechanics, very different feeling.”

His hand, which had moved to my hip, pulled me over onto my side, facing him. 

“Do you still want to …” 

“Do you?”

Suddenly shy, he looked down. “Yeah,” he said softly. “If that’s ok.”

“Hey, look at me.” I waited. When he finally brought his big brown eyes up to mine, I continued. “I mean it. Anything you need. If that’s sex, cool, I’m down. If you just wanna lie here and kiss and touch, that’s fine. If you just need to hold me or be held, I can do that too. Tell me what you need.”

“Honestly? I don’t know.”

“Is any of this helping?”

A smile. “Yeah. It is.”

“Then let's just go with it.” I smirked. “Kiss me.”

He snorted a little laugh and then leaned in for a slightly tentative kiss. Tentative shifted pretty quickly to steamy, hands moving over skin, grabbing tits and ass and pulling me closer. I could feel him getting hard again, long before he acted on it, rubbing against me, pulling my knee up over his hip. 

Softly, in my ear, “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Ok?”

“Fuck me, Jamie.”

“Fuck. Yeah, ok.” Rolling over to his nightstand, he grabbed a condom from the drawer. When that was squared away, he kissed me, hard, and rolled me onto my back so he could hover over me. More kissing — my lips, my neck — while he lined himself up and slowly eased in. Just a little. 

A whispered “fuck” and he backed off. “You’re so tiny, Mouse. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Not gonna lie, you’re … um … well, bigger than I’ve had before.”

He blushed. This big, brawny, hot-as-fuck stud was bashful about his big dick. Talk about a turn-on. Rather than continuing the discussion, I guided him back in, hooked my feet around his thighs, pulled him into a kiss. 

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much, ok?”

“Yeah.” A nod. “Ok.”

Again, slowly, tentatively, he pressed in. It was a lot. I may have made a noise. Ok, I whimpered. He stopped. 

It didn’t … hurt, exactly. “It’s ok. Keep going. I’m ok.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just … keep going slow.”

“Mouse —“

“No, seriously, Chubbs … oh my god, is that why they call you …”

“Shut up, no, I was fat, ok?”

I giggled. He shook his head and pushed in a little harder. “Brat.”

“Fatty.”

Fighting a smile, he did it again. 

“Fuck,” I squeaked. “Ok that felt good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Do it again.”

He did. 

“Oh god.”

“More?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded. He pushed in further. My eyes rolled back in my head a little. 

“Ok?”

“Yeah. No more slow, just go.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.”

I gasped as he pressed in the rest of the way. 

“Ok?”

“Yep, good. Just … wow.”

He kissed me, sweetly, tenderly, and started to move. “Tell me what feels good, ok?” 

“Mhmm.”

“Mouse, you gotta breathe.”

I blew out the breath I was holding. “I will. In a minute. I just gotta … adjust.”

He stopped for a second and kissed me. “We don’t need to do this if it doesn’t feel good.”

“Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes, fuck. So good.”

“Then I’m good. Just gimme a minute to catch up. Keep going though.”

“Ok. But I mean it. If you’re uncomfortable we stop.”

“Jamie, just shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes closed, and he sucked in a breath. Kissed me hard and went back to rocking into me, with more force this time. 

It had been so long, I’d kind of forgotten what sex felt like. And Jamie was very different from the one other guy I’d been with, both physically and emotionally. I shifted under him a little, and he adjusted, got his arms under my legs, and oh my god that made all the difference. I let out a moan. My toes curled. I dug my nails into his shoulders. 

Message received, he settled into that position, slowly rolling his hips, still making sure I was ok but mostly getting lost in his own experience. Eyes closed and brow furrowed, biting his bottom lip, barely making a sound other than breathing. 

The man had stamina. I shouldn’t have been surprised, given that he’s an athlete, but I didn’t expect him to want to go all night. I was not complaining. He kept his weight off me, and the position we’d found had him hitting sweet spots I didn’t know I had. When he got closer to losing control, he sped up just a tad, went just a bit harder, and that did it for me. My body quivered from my shoulders to my knees as I came hard enough that I could barely breathe. 

A raspy “Jesus fuck,” was followed by stuttering hips and lost rhythm, and he pounded a couple dozen more erratic strokes before he dove forward and kissed me through his own orgasm. The kiss slowly tapered off from frenzied to tender, until he stopped and rested his forehead against mine. 

A long moment later, he very gently pulled out, took off the condom, tied it, tossed it vaguely in the direction of his bathroom before collapsing onto the bed — mostly beside me but with his head nestled into my neck and one arm snaked over and around me. I immediately got a hand in his hair and the other on his back, rubbing slowly. 

It was several long moments before he had the capacity to speak, and then it was barely audible, his already soft voice on the edge of sleep. 

“Stay?”

“Of course, anything you need.”

“Just this. Exactly what you’re doing.”

“Ok. Get some sleep, Chubbs. I’ve got you.”

[vanessagalang]

Last week, I finally had the courage, and time to have my maternity shoot. 😀

It was such a surreal experience; it was a first time for everyone! My hair and makeup artist, the photo and video team, my husband, and of course, me!

I know it can be unnecessary, since we have so much to prepare for birth and the days after that, but I definitely wanted to push this idea to document this wonderful miracle while I can. And of course, it won’t be possible for me not to write about it here. Teehee!

So I’d like to share some tips and a guide on what you need to do just in case you’ll be holding your own momma-shoot!

Find a Comfortable Venue

I was 35 weeks when I had this shoot, and according to some of my readings, the best weeks to hold this photoshoot is when you are between your 28th to 35th. In this time, at least your tummy is showy enough to be captured, and at the same time, safer. We don’t want to be bothered by the fact that you can give birth any minute while posing for the camera, do we?

Photo Credit: http://sanrafaelriveradventure.com/

I tried looking for studios, and a good AirBNB place, but all the places I’ve looked for are either too cramped, doesn’t allow photoshoots, or are waaaaaaaaaaaaay too expensive!

Good thing, I stumbled upon a post in my feed about this cute getaway place in Bulacan. It’s called San Rafael River Adventure, and the place actually looks divine! 😀

They have a lot of fun activities that you can use for other types of shoots, like the prenup. But since I will just be using the entire accommodation, this should be enough.

It is highly important that you feel comfortable with the location or your venue, because of our condition. This is not the shoot where we can be adventurous. Leave it to the prenups and getaway trips! 😀

I booked the Glass Stilt Cottage, which is newly constructed by the way. I can’t believe I have a view of the lake in front of me! They have a comfy bed, and a jacuzzi. The space outside was enough to cater at least 6 people. There was a hammock, a sliding sofa, good lighting and a breezy weather to top it off. The air condition was good inside as well, plus the windows were perfect for those silhouette shots I was eyeing. Plus I thought that their rainy season promo was just perfect! So, what does a pregnant girl got to do? Book it right away of course! 😀

I am happy that the resort was very quick to reply, and I was given the available dates. I made a group chat, and voila, scheduled it right away together with the available dates of my team! 😀

2. Create Your Mood Board

I am a very bad pregnant-person-slash-client. Grr. I bash myself.

Oh well, I know I have to prepare for this weeks ago, but I was only able to send this to my team two days prior to our shooting day. I was too busy with some other things that I rarely had time to browse Pinterest or create a mood board.

But being the good crammer that I am, I was able to whip one just in time. Hehe 😀

Since I got a really good deal with Grid Studio too, (they are our civil wedding photo and video team by the way); they offered me unlimited shots, so yeah I want to maximize that. 😀

I thought about 5 sets and took inspiration from the things I found online, and of course with the available props and wardrobe that I have.

a. Whimsical Woman

I bought this pink ensemble way back in May, thinking it could be a good alternative for a bridal robe for my church wedding. But turns out, it could serve its purpose at an earlier date!

I also bought these flower crowns in SM. I couldn’t decide which one I like more, so I got them both. Haha Ayoko na pahirapan sarili ko! (I don’t want to have the burden of thinking which one is better!)

b. Simple and Laidback Mom + Hubby

I saw a lot of simples, and laidback shots that are perfect to include baby things, and the husband too. It looks soft on the eyes, very loving, and “very family”.

c. Boss Mama

This one is credited to my working-productive-self! Even though I’m pregnant, I am still very hands-on in my business especially that it’s new and the brand is just starting to pick up.

I always tell myself, I will not lose my identity and individuality just because of the new role that motherhood could bring; more so, it will be a big improvement. I will be a much better version because I’m adding a new role in my resume.

d. Boudoir

I actually wanted one before prior to getting married, but due to time constraints and indecisiveness, I wasn’t able to come up with one. Hopefully, when I get my body back post-pregnancy!

So in the meantime, I thought why not have one while expecting? It’s a totally new form because for once in my life I am not skinny, and I’ve got a few extra curves to flaunt. 😀

I can’t wait to share the silhouette photos! 😀

e. Summertime

Since I love wearing a bikini, and there was a Jacuzzi in our venue, there was no way I would pass on the opportunity of wearing one.

It was very funny too, because for once in my life, I have to buy an extra-large bikini! Haha 😀 I was pretty sad when I didn’t get the color I wanted because I was too big for the available Large size. Goodie, they have this red one that can fit my baby bump.

Which reminds me, I actually had a mini shoot wearing a bikini when I was in Bataan. I was 18 weeks here, and you could see how I just look ‘busog’.

3. Find a Good Maternity Shoot Team

This was easy. I was able to establish a really good relationship with my civil wedding photo-video-HMU team that I thought about them instantly. They actually haven’t done any maternity shoots, so this made the whole experience more exciting.

I actually thought of getting other suppliers, but I realized I will still get a better deal if I get my original team. I also saw some studios offering maternity shoots. Sure they are cheaper, but what I didn’t like is that they don’t give raw files of the photos, and they will only release like 5 to 10 shots, printed and edited. Plus there was no video too.

Grid Studio offered me unlimited shots, a video, printed photos and raw files, plus we can shoot anywhere I like, so yes, there was nothing left to discuss.

Elaine Cordova Makeup Artistry is such a good find too. She has done my makeup for a blog photoshoot and at my actual wedding, and I am really satisfied. She has great skills, plus I don’t have to burn holes in my pockets just to avail her airbush makeup. Elaine is also very instinctive, she knows what you want, asks for your makeup pegs, and deliberately retouches you every now and then, without you even asking.

4. Know Your Poses

Expect a lot of dreamy looks and belly-touching poses on a maternity shoot. So be sure your nails are polished! If you gain some weight and some extra chubbs in your face like I do, be sure you know your angles so you can still achieve the looks you want.

It’s also good to research poses with your husband/partner so things could go on smoothly. I am so happy that Rose and Michael of Grid Studio are very directive when it comes to poses. It was amazing how they handled and directed us even though it was also their first to cover a maternity shoot.

5. Prepare Your Props

We weren’t able to buy a lot of props, but good thing I was able to nick some of the random shopping baby finds we had. Plus it is so helpful that friends and family also gave their baby gifts earlier! Haha More props for us!

Here is the list of the props I think would help add more character to a maternity shoot:

Baby clothes

Baby shoes (Be gender specific)

Baby socks

Baby toys

Ultrasound Photos

Baby book / Storybook

Pregnancy book

Stuffed toy (I had a kangaroo with a little joey in its pouch)

A figure of the first letter of baby’s name (We didn’t have time to find one. Sad. )

6. Get a Good Night Sleep The Day Before

Please do! It’s good for your skin, and to rid those circles under your eyes. Plus it helps you to have good energy for the entire day!

I only had an hour’s sleep though. I was finishing bulk orders ready for delivery the next day, that’s why. I think my strong desire and excitement for the shoot to happen are what sustained me to last the whole day! 😀

7. Enjoy Being Gorgeously Pregnant and Pose the Belly Away

Honestly, I was extra weary that I won’t look great in this shoot, because I’m fat, my skin is dry, my belly button is protruding, my linea nigra is so apparent, my face feels like it’s going to burst, etc.

But hey, I am a walking miracle! That should be enough to keep me happy and make me feel beautiful. So I just accepted all these flaws that I have in my head, after all, these are all normal for a pregnant woman, duh?

So I just prepared myself that I won’t get the usual results in this photoshoot, unlike the past ones. I have to accept that early on. I will look different. Very different. But there’s a growing life inside me, and this little one is going to change my life forever. And being able to document that in a maternity shoot is already a blessing. Truly, something I would treasure for the years to come.

If you are thinking of having one too, I highly recommend it! It doesn’t have to put a big dent on your wallet though. You can always have the kind of shoot you want, whether in your home, studio, in a DIY setup, on the beach, or anywhere you find it comfortable doing. You just have to do your research, and be resourceful!

Go my mermom merfriends! 😀 Be confident and strut that baby bump soon! 😀 You only get pregnant once, or twice, or thrice! Haha 😀 Whatever the frequency is, it would be a great keepsake for your family to remember by, and a great photo to show the little one once he is outside too!

I will share my final shots when I get them!

Enjoy your pregnancy! I’m popping soon!

**, Via

7 Things to Do When Preparing for Your Maternity Shoot Last week, I finally had the courage, and time to have my maternity shoot. 😀 It was such a surreal experience; it was a first time for everyone!

[heatofthemomentfanfic]

Chapter Forty Nine

I dropped off Ezi with Sandi. They missed each other. Aubrey was still away in LA with his girlfriend. I feel like he forgets what he has. It's only when he comes home, his mind is clear. By home, I mean Toronto.

My keys stayed with the valet service. Heading straight to the elevator. No scene needed. Checking the time silently. Exhaling as the numbers changed. Old memories slowed flowed to my conscious. All of them because of Aubrey. Three years marked so much memories.

Knocking on the hotel door. The hallway quiet and empty. A smile on my lips as I met with Odell's eyes. Stepping in quickly before any commotion.

Following him to see what he did before I arrived. Sitting watching ESPN. His hoodie covered his blonde curls. He seemed tired. Pulling me into his lap. Kissing the side of my face while his hands wrapped around me.

“I miss you.” His words were deeply sincere.

My fingers combed his beard. “I miss you more. Are you alone?”

“Yeah. I didn't need distractions from my boys. I just needed to be with you. Long distance is hard--”

“Your compromise doesn't do unnoticed. I appreciate this visit.” Staring at his beautiful features. His eyes slowly met mine. Giving me a serious look before breaking into the infamous smile.

“I know it's hard for you to juggle between being a mom, lawyer and girlfriend. Plus, this is off-season...and I couldn't do this during the season.”

We shared a laugh. “I would be coming to you. Are you hungry?”

He chuckled. “You're such a foodie.”

A gentle smile. “You knew this. I'm taking that as a no.”

He kissed my cheek. “Not yet.” He watched me get comfortable beside him. “You're about to sleep? You just got here.”

“Can I for like twenty minutes? I didn't sleep last night from work and Ezi wasn't feeling good.” My eyes shut. I needed this nap.

He didn't argue with me. He did let me sleep over twenty minutes. A good forty five minute nap with no interruptions.

“Wake up baby.” He pecked my lips softly repeatedly. My eyes opened to see his bright eyes. I wasn't on the couch but in his bed. “You were snoring.”

I laughed as I slowly got up. Stretching after feeling rested. “I told you I was tired--”

“Tired?! You were snoring like a man.” He chuckled. “Nah but I didn't want you to sleep too much. Your phone was going off with calls and texts. Plus, I'm hungry.” He gave me puppy eyes.

“We can have whatever you want.” Extending my arms open for him. Wanting a hug that turned into my legs being wrapped around his waist and being carried back to the living room.

“I want a good meal and then you for dessert.” He held me in his arms. Odell was serious.

My fingers played in his hair. I tilted my head while my eyes were on his lips. “I don't know if we can do dessert tonight. I'll be a little bloated.”

“I'll have a sweet snack before dinner. I can finish both. I can show you if you don't believe me.” His fingers inched towards my butt.

I smiled. I slid off of him to check my phone. “I need to make sure things are good.”

Status checks from Sandi. All was well with both of them. Ezi fell asleep for the night. I didn't need to get her until tomorrow afternoon. I was free for the night.

Maya needed me to fly to New York to do dress fittings. Her wedding was next month. I still had to plan with her best friend and throw an amazing bachelorette party.

Janai was Maya's best friend. Texting about ideas she had. Slipping away while I was in New York to plan for Maya.

My friends wanted to hang out. Take a trip to Miami just to enjoy the beach and good food. A little weekend getaway.

My siblings wanted to hang out this weekend. Just us cooking and playing games. Good time to bond with all of us.

“Actually, we can just grab dinner. I know where your mind is.” A kiss on my neck. My attention fell back on him. Ready to leave.

“Sorry. It's just--”

“You're a busy woman. Everyone loves you.” His soft smile made me feel guilty. He just wanted time.

“Could you imagine me being famous?” A light joke that he shook his head to.

“I would have to be scheduled in.” He watched me get ready. “I would have to steal your time.”

I drove to Rosedale. He was craving their food the most. Sitting in a secluded area that gave a great view. Sharing deep conversations about our futures. He made me laugh. His personality lit up under dim lighting.

“This might sound a little crazy but…”

Odell’s eyes widened. “As long as I'm back for training, we're good.”

“Can you spend the night?” I was hesitant. My doors were opening up for him. That last and only person that has slept in my bed was Aubrey.

He took a sip of his drink. “Are you sure?”

A quiet nod. “I would rather us in my bed than a hotel bed. It was cozy but my bed is better.”

He smiled. “Let's go then.”

I dropped a good tip on the table. Moving past the busy crowd. Rosedale was doing good tonight. We bumped into Aubrey on the way out. He was back in town. Amanda by his side followed P. Reign, CJ, Future, Chubbs, and Mark.

A mere greeting as I passed. I was tired; it was all over my face. I made my way to the car; waiting on Odell. He walked up to the car. Pulling me out of the driver’s seat playfully.

“I got it from here.” A boyish smile that I gave into. Kissing my lips playfully. “I can navigate us.”

Sitting in the passenger seat was comfortable. I fell asleep for the ride. Waking up for the hotel stop and my home. I lead him upstairs to share a shower. My favorite part resting in his arms in my bed. Falling asleep as his fingers grazed my skin.

Kisses and the smell of bacon woke me up. An instant smile on my lips. My eyes opened slowly to see Odell serving me breakfast.

“Morning sleepy.” He sat on the edge of the bed.

“Morning.” Quickly rushing to freshen up and return to bed.

His smile was bright as he watched me. “I made your favorites...cheese eggs, pancakes and bacon with fruits on the side.”

I laughed at the small, odd pancakes. I saw his effort. “When did you learn how to cook?”

“I could always do a little something.”

“Thank you.” Pecking his lips. I slowly ate. “Where's your plate?”

“I couldn't wait on you.” He moved beside me. Turning on the tv. “I'm also leaving earlier than planned. I'm heading to Miami with my boys.”

“Okay.” I tried to be calm and nonchalant. My eyes fell on his unbothered expression. “Is this a joke or are you serious?”

“I'm serious. Are you okay?”

A small smile. “I'm fine, I promise. You leave tonight?”

“Yeah.” He kissed my shoulder. “I'll be back for two days with the boys and then I'm back home.”

A quiet nod as I ate. Sometimes, I would like to be with him. We don't spend enough time together.

“The kitchen is nicer than you said. I felt fancy as hell making breakfast.” He lightened the mood.

“I'm surprised you didn't wake me up to tell you where everything was.”

“I never said I wasn't a mess.” Stealing a strawberry from my plate.

He cleaned up for me. Forcing me to stay in bed. I decided to check in on my baby girl. She was having a blast with her grandma. Aubrey was on his way to see them. I concealed my annoyance; Amanda would be there.

Odell came back landing in my arms. He was a big kid at heart. Attacking me with kisses. My laughs filled the room.

“You're so heavy! Dell, I can't.” Struggling with the words between my laugh.  

“It's just muscle.” He began to tickle me for a few minutes. Going back to light kisses before holding me. “You got a little on you there.”

“I haven't worked out in forever...and I'm not gonna start with you because you're on another level.” My fingers played in his hair.

Laying in bed for hours was nice. I jumped into the shower only to be met with Odell. Sneaking in for sex that I didn't turn down. Getting dressed playfully before dropping him back at his hotel. We wasted enough time in which he had only an hour left to leave and check out.

I went home to clean up. Ezi was still at Sandi's house. She wasn't causing too much trouble. She was under her father's arms. Calling again around seven to see that they were in the studio.

Entering quietly as I heard a new song playing. It was still in progress. Ezi sat on 40’s lap focused on the soundboard. Aubrey was on his phone. Amanda was on the couch.

I walked over to greet 40. Squeezing his shoulders lightly. He was surprised to see me of course. Ezi reached for me. Taking her in my arms. Hugging and kissing her. Feeling eyes on me; it was Aubrey's.

“Wassup?” A genuine smile.

“Back in the studio, huh?” Kissing Ezi's cheek. Another pair of eyes stared at me; expecting me to speak. I didn't; a simple nod would be enough.

“Hi Zhuri.”

“We're getting her piano lessons.” Aubrey tickled Ezi’s stomach. “I think she's going to be an artist.”

“Sure.” Smiling at her. She was getting big on me. Her birthday was in a few months. She was going to be three. “She ate and everything?”

His look showed that I knew the answer. She would always be taken care of by him.

“Sorry. I'm not gonna stay. I have plans.” Putting Ezi down to grab her coat.

“Plans?” His eyebrow raised.

“Respect is the least of your worries.” My eyes fell on Ezi and Amanda. Hugging each other. Big smiles as her fingers brushed against Amanda's face. “Ezi, it's time to go.”

My tone was gentle to get her attention. Running back to me for her coat. Blowing her kisses to Amanda. Going to her Uncle 40 first then to her dad.

“She's good with her.” His voice was low.

“She has no other choice. Bye 40.” My eyes pierced his while changing the subject. I hugged 40 before taking Ezi.

“Do you ever plan on being nicer?”

“Things could be worse. Be grateful.” Walking past him. Glancing back to see his laugh.

Ezi and I went home to eat pizza and watch Disney movies for the night. Designing the living room into a sleepover for the two of us; falling asleep downstairs. Waking up to see my baby girl sleeping peacefully; I could see Aubrey in some of her features. I loved him for giving me the greatest gift.

We stayed in for the day. We did different activities; painting, puzzles, dancing. Bonding time with Ezinma was everything. I loved to see her fascination in the wide eyes and open mouth. Her curiosity laid within the wrinkled eyebrows and curled lip. Her smile was big and laugh similar to her dad.

Ezi helped me with dinner. She showed me that she was smarter than I thought. It would only be a matter of time where she would test me. I don't know who would be the bad guy between Aubrey and me.

“Daddy! I wan Daddy!” Her little hands tapped my thigh. I was in the middle of cleaning. Dinner was a success. “Daddy, mommy!!! Please!!”

“One second, baby.” Winking at her to settle her anxiety. I rushed the dishes to find her with my phone. We shared glances. She couldn't unlock my phone; perplexed that her fingerprint didn't work. “You want your print in my phone?”

“Yes!!!” A loud yell that turned into a giggle. Not sure if she really understood.

It was like clockwork. I unlocked my phone and Aubrey called. Ezi was too excited to answer. Lighting up to see Aubrey. He was on his way here. I was beyond perplexed. The phone sat in my fingers.

“You're coming here?”

“Yes.” A soft smile. His eyes on the road. He was driving. “And, yes, I'll be alone. Respect is the least of your worries.”

“I disagree.”

“You shouldn't and you know that.” He laughed.

I watched him pull to a stop. I watched him get out of the car. I knew he was here. I ended the call. “Daddy's here!!!!”

Ezi and I playfully ran to the door. She beat me to the door. I opened it to see Aubrey standing with a box in his hands. A cute present box decorated for Ezi. Tilting my head to the side; I don't know what it is.

“I got you something special!” He lead the way to the living room. “I think you're gonna love it!”

I watched the unveiling of the present. I was shocked myself. It was a puppy. A blue nose pitbull puppy with blue eyes. Ezi was in love.

“What are you gonna name him?” I could see it was a boy.

Ezi looked at me unsure. It never crossed her mind. I could feel Aubrey's eyes on my. I didn't look. I petted the new puppy while Ezi thought. It was several long minutes. I stepped in to help; the first name that popped in my mind.

“Let's call him Ryder--”

“Ryder!!” Snuggling him tightly. I think she liked it.

“He's all yours Ezi.” Aubrey smiled. Capturing the moment of them two. It was adorable.

“Thank you.” Her eyes focused on her new pet.

“Help me bring in the stuff. I got more stuff in the car.” Our eyes met coincidentally. “Please.”

Following his words. Grabbing a bed, cage, food and toys. Finding the right places to put everything.

“At least you're getting what you've wanted.” He smiled.

“When did you get him?” Cleaning the new dog dishes.

“Yesterday. I know we should've talked about this but I just really wanted to get Ezi one. Jonny showed me one that was perfect. And I know you know how to train dogs so it's all good.”

“What are you doing?” I felt like we were moving backwards suddenly.

His smile was gone. “Nothing--”

“Don't lie to me.” My eyebrow raised with a smirk. “You're making up with a dog. What do you want?”

“What happened to you the other night at Rosedale?”

Shaking my head. Continuing with the cleaning. “I was tired. Odell and I are fine.”

“I'm not asking about Odell--”

“Mommy, Ryder food.” Ezi came into the kitchen with a focused look. Ready to get her new friend food. I had to hold back a smile.

“It's coming right up baby.” Getting a good serving ready. Handing the bowl to Ezi. Watching her place it near his water bowl. He was hungry indeed. Ezi watched while clapping her hands.

“I'm not done with this.” His words in my ear. His body quickly brushed against me as he passed. Ready to teach Ezi a few things.

A warm bath and bedtime story. She had Ryder sleeping in his own bed in her room. She wanted him close.

Aubrey made himself comfortable. A glass of white wine and a gelato for me. Standing beside him in the kitchen. It was crazy how moments like this were the best. A time we both stopped and enjoyed. It was always my favorite time. Just unwinding with each other.

Dell: checking in. Hope all is good with you and Ezi.

I could feel Aubrey's eyes on me. Watching me respond to a text.

“You were out of it the other night.”

“I was tired.” I watched him take my spoon and eat my gelato. “Why does that bother you?”

“Because you lose track of you sometimes. I know how you get.”

“I'm a big girl now. I can handle myself.” Stealing a bite of ice cream to reassure him.

“Can you?” He didn't seem convinced.

“So this is what you do now? Come running to me when your girlfriend isn't here? Aubrey, I'm not a place holder or a scratch that needs to be itched. You're not gonna play me like a second fiddle.”

“When have I ever treated you less? When have I ever put you sec--I'm not doing this with you.” Eating in silence. I could see his frustration in his face.

“You choose to throw a fit because you can't have what you want. No one told you to be with someone--”

“When are you gonna learn to stop rebounding niggas? You love him so you say but let's be real, you just wanted someone to take your frustration out on. You just want him because someone else is loving me right now and you don't want to fight.” He stopped eating.

“How can I trust that this time is different?”

“Fight for me if that's what you want.”

“That's how we got here.”

“We got here because you were scared of something that will never happen.”

“I'm sorry that I told you to move on.”

The space between us closed. Bodies rested against each other. Faces were inches away. His touch was still electrifying. I missed his skin.

“We can't do this again.” Shaking my head. Creating space again. “I'm not going to hurt him.”

“It's gonna hurt anyway. Your heart isn't with him. I have what you've been looking for.” My eyes rolled. “But if I'm swaying you back to me and you really love him then let me know now.”

He stood there waiting. Eyes watching my lips to say more.

“If you're unhappy then why are you still in a relationship? I'm not a rebound for when shit hits the fan.”

“I never said that I was.”

“You didn't say anything and that's worse. You're acting on impulse right now because our family looks good. I'm not gonna risk being okay for you to hesitate on being with me. You're spiteful when you're hurting.”

“Do you love him?”

“You love her. You can't have things your way--”

“You can't keep running from your happiness. You can only keep up that facade for so long.” He walked away.

I followed him to the front door. He stopped. Pulled me into a deep hug. Holding me tenderly. His scent lingered in my nose; recalling all the good times in the beginning. His lips landed on the side of my forehead. Pulling away to show his effect on me.

A tear slid down my cheek. Wiping it away as he watched.

“Ugh, I didn't want this happen.”

“What?” His smirk appeared.

“You leaving a mark on me.”

“Am I still your best friend?” His soft smile was there.

I couldn't help but laugh. “Get home safely.”

He knew what he was doing. Testing me to see where I was. I was still in the same place no matter what time.

The next weekend, I was in New York. I brought Ezi along. A change of scenery. Ryder was staying with my mom. Aubrey was back in LA. This weekend was dedicated to Maya. It's been too long. Dress fitting from the bride and her party. I was excited. She was glowing in happiness. I approved of Lou.

At night, Janai and I worked on bridal party plans. A bachelorette getaway to Punta Mita. The wedding was in Hawaii. It was coming up in less than a month. Ezi sat in my lap helping as much as she could before falling asleep.

“Yaya, could you keep an eye out of Ezi please?” Standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

“Where you going?” A smirk on her lips.

“Gonna grab a drink with Odell.” Adjusting my over the knee boots.

She shook her head. “I got you. We need to talk though.”

“Gotcha. Love you.” Quietly moving back into my room. Grabbing my bag and kissing Ezi on the cheek.

Odell had a car sent out for me. Taking me to a bar on the Lower East Side. Walking in to see him in the back on his phone. Wrapping my arms around him. He held my hands before pulling me into a hug. Something was off about him. I could tell in his eyes. The bartender slid me a glass of Cognac.

“You look sexy.” His lip licked. His eyes fell on my hoodie dress and heels.

“Thanks.” My head rested against my hand. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. Taking a sip of water.

My eyebrows wrinkled. “You're not good. How was Miami?”

“It was cool. How's the bridal plans?” His eyes were on his phone.

My fingers pulled his chin to face me. “Odell, what's wrong?”

“I can't do this anymore. I can't be with you.” My eyebrows wrinkled again. “I went to Miami and I slept with someone that I've been seeing for the last month.”

I scooted away. “Why?”

“It happened in the moment and after I just didn't feel as bad as I should. You're a good girl. Your heart is beautiful and I appreciate what you've done but I can't love you. I'm never gonna be the man you want. I can't do this long distance thing either. I know why you can't move and it would be selfish of me to ask for more. I just don't feel like we're gonna work. I'm not trying to keep pushing it either.”

I sat there in silence. Registering everything. Still unsure if I should speak. He was looking at me.

“I'm sorry--”

“You're sorry it happened the way it did not because of what you did.”

“Zhuri---”

“Don't try to be understanding. You wasted our time creating this idea that this could be great when you weren't feeling this at all. I had confidence in this and I shouldn't have. This was a mistake. I fell for it and I hope you got what you wanted.”  

Leaving immediately. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt stupid. I feel stupid. That's all I could think about. Going to sleep in bed with my daughter. Holding her tighter.

In the morning, she spoke to her dad. I spoke with Maya. Recalling the last few months that she never knew: feelings about Odell and Aubrey. Catching her up to last night. Feeling stupid for falling into Odell.

“It's okay, Uri. Don't beat yourself over this. No one saw this coming and had someone did, this wouldn't have happened. I look at this as a wake up call. Wake up and realize that the man that still has your heart wants you more. He wants to love you still despite everything that has transpired. He's been waiting for you through all of this. Trust me, he'll leave her whenever you said yes. You just have to let yourself realize that's what is for you.”

“It's really funny how things happen.” Shaking my head.

“It's funny how hardheaded you are. You're blessed that things aren't worse.”

“I know.”

“Look, let's do something spontaneous. Come out to LA.”

Shaking my head. “Love you but I'm going back home to work.” Giving her a hug before. Leaving her room.

My flight was at noon. I checked out early enough so Ezi and I could get to the airport on time. Ezi had her ups and downs for flights. Today was going to be a down day. Fussing because she didn't want to leave Auntie Yaya and her friends.

We landed safely back home. It snapped in her mind. She was ready to be with her best friend: Ryder. Her excitement heightened after picking him up from Ma’s house.

They ran around and played until dinner. Like usual, she was ready for a bath, story and FaceTime with her dad. Things were back on schedule. Day care in the morning for Ezi and Work for me. Things felt good for the most part. I had more time for me and less for someone else. I got back to the little things that I lacked.

I started to plan Ezi’s third birthday party. It had to be better than before. Maybe this time at the zoo or the aquarium. She loved both. Maybe an aquarium would nice. She loves Disney so a trip there would be fun. I think Disneyland might be it. She's always gonna be a princess.

I visited family every few days. One night at Ma’s house. Another night with Dean. One night with Day. Another night with Uncle Steve and Sandi. Some of my siblings came over for dinner and long talks. They always ended up spending the night. One night, I called Bailey. My baby was doing well in Howard. I planned on visiting her with Eva for a weekend.

Maya called again a week later. Wanting me to visit in LA. This time I did. I left Ezi for the weekend at her grandpa’s house. She was going to be fine; she wanted to show off Ryder.

Landing in LA with Shay. It would be more fun. We visited LACMA; photos like we were tourists. Grabbing lunch and dinner at our favorite spots. Ending up in Maya’s living room drinking wine and watching good shows. Waking up in the morning to do the same thing over again. Instead our next night was different. We went out to private gathering thrown by Aubrey.

Rolling up weed in my corner behind the crew. Maya and Shay were getting drinks. Socializing a little more than me. Someone was playing their set. I couldn't see. The beat dropped. Taking a hit as Jon B’s voice played on Cameras. My eyes hit briefly as I exhaled the smoke from my lips. Mumbling the words before taking another hit. My eyes opened to see the everyone in the moment rapping the words. Aubrey in the middle of answering a text; his girl wasn't here tonight. Maya slid me a glass of Virginia Black. Taking a sip of that in the mix of everything.

“You good, Uri?” Mark yelled into my ears over the music. He smiled at this moment. I haven't smoked since law school.

A giggle and nod to assure him. He was probably gonna smoke a blunt himself. Somehow I exchange glances with Chubbs and Noel. We all ended up laughing. We were enjoying this moment.

I enjoyed myself. Switching between my drink and my blunt. Allowing Shay to get a few hits in. I didn't even realize Aubrey watching me until he walked up to me. I tilted my head slightly in curiosity. His dark smirk made me smile. The smell of his cologne was sweet. I wanted him now but I couldn't have him.

His eyes observed every inch of my body. Hesitating on what to do. I didn't dress for him; I knew he liked the simplicity of my clothes. I felt eyes on us. I didn't care. No one was going to say a word nor were they gonna stop us.

“Say what's on your mind.” My lips touched his ear. My hand rested against his beard.

“You don't want to know.”

My eyebrow raised. A smirk on my lips. My expression read my emotion. “Figure out if tonight is worth it.”

“Uri…” Chills ran down my spine. He hasn't called me by my nickname is so long. “You wouldn't be here talking this shit that you're talking right now.”

“You love her. I have nothing to lose.” A laugh almost escaped.

“Is that why you're here?” His face was perplexed.

“That would be too easy.” He laughed at my words. I put him in a tough position. He needed pressure.

Moving away to talk with Maya. She shook her head at me. She knew what I was doing. An old trick out of her book. We laughed to ourselves. I enjoyed the night. Slick, funny comments while rapping the words of parts of songs. Shay and I together was a trip. Adding Maya only made things more memorable.

Somewhere in the night, Amanda came. She brought a friend. Running figuratively to the arms of her man. I laughed at the thought of them. Keeping to myself to enjoy the night. Amanda didn't say anything; exchanging one glance every so often.

“I don't know about y'all but I'm hungry as hell. I'm going to IHOP.” Maya brushed through her curls with her fingers.

Shay and I laughed. “I'm down for it. Plus, I'm tired of this scenery.”

A quiet nod from me to agreeance. With that, we left. Saying goodbyes to the crew. I didn't embrace Aubrey at all. Amanda was all over him; she was probably drinking as well. I didn't want to say anything.

A trip to IHOP with a full table of food at four in the morning. We ate everything and tipped well. Crashing at Maya's house. The walls weren't thick enough though; Maya went home to sex with Lou.

My body wouldn't let me sleep past nine. I went for a jog that was interrupted by Aubrey calling me. He woke up with me on his mind; he couldn't be with Amanda anymore so he wasn't. A full conversation about random little things that us smile and laugh. The conversation turned into a brunch. Sitting across him with a river of emotions. My heart was pounding him my chest. It felt like the first time again. Being with him for the first time. He dressed casually but it was something more attractive his look. He did it on purpose.

“You have nothing to lose?” His eyebrow raised. He couldn't hide his smile.

“Could you show a little more empathy?” I laughed him off. Drinking water with my eyes peered at him.

“I'm sorry to hear. How are you feeling?” Trying to be somewhat concerned.

I chuckled before drinking more water. He was slightly shocked before laughing with me. “It happened and it's over.”

“Guess it was tough breaking it off with him---”

“He cheated on me...he's been been cheating on me and he confessed and there was that.” His face grew serious. My eyes dodged his for a second. “He beat me to the finish line.”

“You decided to act out--” My eyebrow raised at him. “You were crossfaded--��

“But I was still coherent of everything. I wasn't acting out. Acting out would be doing reckless things that would be acceptable if I wasn't a mom.”

“Ezi's always on your mind.” He smiled.

“Because I'm making the right decisions for stories to tell her when she grows up. Trust me, I've made mistakes but I want to do better for her and myself as a woman.”

“Meaning….”

“Meaning getting our lives back to where they belong...together. I don't regret treating Amanda different either just for the record. She is a replacement to me. Like why else would be pick to be with someone that's a lawyer and strong and independent? I know you wanted me so made it happen by hiding because you didn't want it to be real.”

He chuckled. “You're reading me as though you didn't know all of this. You still made your decisions because you're stubborn.”

“Reasons why you still want me. All I'm saying is leave her and I can make this work. I'm not competing for a spot with my name on it. From there, we can work on us...you know move at a right pace and then live that fairy ending that we wanted.”

He smiled with a shaken head. “Could you be less of a lawyer and more of my….”

My eyebrow raised. “Your what, Aubrey?”

He took a sip of water. Squinting his eyes to find the right words but he couldn't find them.

“Your baby mother, your lover, your best friend, your confidant, your friend, your girlfriend, your wife, your significant other...what?”

“My best friend by your definition of the word.” Throwing back old moments. A smile between the two of us.

“It's all over.” A realization hit.

“What are we?” A serious look into his eyes made me melt.

“Together working out the downfalls because I want to be married to you with time.” Looking at him differently. His boyish smile escaped and I fell in love.

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ovoshowers | cameras

i promise you it’s taken me two weeks to do this. @rebellesixx

A tux would have been more fitting but Aubrey could care less. Twelve hours without sleep would make anybody not care. Especially if all today was going to be about was being flashy and eating a meal that cost more than a small island in the Caribbean. Ditzy chicks littered the restaurant, blondes of all types, from business owners to the ones selling teas on instagram. Some exotics followed suit, most just came with their sugar daddies though.

Bright lights were everywhere. Aubrey scrunched up his face; a headache was forming. He knew he shouldn’t have drunk two glasses of wine this early in the day. But he wasn’t ordering nor paying for anything here. The food was shitty—but the company sitting across from him wasn’t half as bad.

Robyn was the top of her tier. A woman beyond her years and more elegant than the ones she surrounded herself with. Today she dressed up; Aubrey could have cared less though. Her Chanel Spring 2014 Couture dress still fit her nicely; the lilac color looked bright against her skin. He still remembered when he got it for her because she wouldn’t stop complaining about it.

“You’re not going to eat?”

Aubrey saw her mouth moving, he heard her too. The wine was making him feel warm and nice. He could feel it rushing through his bloodstream into the bits of him that needed desperately to wake up.

Shaking his head, he replied, “I’ll probably just get it to-go.”

The smell of his steak wafted under his nose and the aroma made him want to vomit. He wasn’t going to take anything to-go, what he was going to do was go home and attempt to get some peace and quiet.

“To-go,” she asked, “usually you try to eat everything in here, if not buy it all before we leave.”

Aubrey could feel his irritation rising. Just the look at the red wine sloshing around in her glass before she brought it up to her lips made him grow into this beast that he was growing more accustomed to being as each day passed.

It was truly taking a toll on him.

“Haven’t been hungry much, ya’ know? Been a busy man,” he stated.

“I do believe,” she cleared her throat, “that a busy man wouldn’t have time for lunch, now would he?”

“Sometimes that busy man has his exceptions,” said Aubrey. “It all depends.”

Robyn put her glass down and picked up her knife and fork. Whenever they came here she ordered the same thing for the both of them: rare, charred on one side with a side of garlic roasted potatoes.

Cutting into her steak, she flipped her hair over shoulder and asked, “Depends?”

“If I was busy with something out farther, than this wouldn’t have happened.”

“You mean if I hadn’t bribed you into coming,” she paused, putting a piece of pink meat into her mouth. “You’d lie to me and tell me you were busy?”

“Pussy isn’t a bribe if I could have gotten it whenever I wanted to,” Aubrey’s blank expression didn’t match his words. He slouched in his seat. “Especially if I didn’t want it in the first place.”

Robyn blinked at him. Her cutting motion stopping before she looked around them to see if anybody heard what he said. “Can you keep your voice down? I don’t know what’s gotten into you this past couple of days but you need to chill out.”

“Robyn,” Aubrey said, “I’m going home.”

Aubrey decided to just leave a tip. He pushed his chair back, stood up and reached into his pants pocket. It was a twenty, the waitress was a good one and he felt like she deserved it. Throwing it on the table, he grabbed his jacket and started to put it on.

“Aubrey,” Robyn whispered, cautiously looking around. “Sit back down.”

“No,” he answered, slipping into the rest of his jacket. Walking around the small table, he bent down and kissed the top of her head, muttering, “Don’t call me unless it’s important.”

And he knew she would call him anyway. Sending him drunken texts and emails of how he ruined what they had and so on, so forth. Whiskey would soon be her choice of drink if he really knew her like he thought he did; he could envision it spilling on her mint green night gown as she slid down the wall of her loft with tear stained cheeks.

It was never supposed to end like this, he thought.

Tony was parked on the corner of the street where the restaurant was across. Climbing inside through the back seat, Aubrey patted his shoulder and pointed east.

“Past the deli on third,” he pointed, “make the right when you see the complex.”

Tony nodded and started the car.

The ride there wasn’t one he wanted to endure. Every few minutes his eyelids would droop and right before he could drift into a slumber, his phone would buzz or ring with a vengeance. His mother constantly texted him, he learned to accept her wanting to know his whereabouts as common motherly love. Everybody else just got on his nerves, so he ignored them and focused on the emails he kept getting.

No, Don I do not want to fly out to Dubai again, he thought as he deleted it from his inbox. Most were the same people who wanted him to send them things or help them out with exporting their product. If anything I’m going to sleep and I better wake up to silence, he thought. And if I even have to look at another shipment order… Lord have mercy. His day wasn’t even over and here he was daydreaming about the nap he might never get.

“Boss,” Aubrey picked his head up and saw Tony had stopped driving.

Aubrey patted his shoulder. “Thanks,” he climbed out and shut the door. Seconds later Tony pulled off and it made Aubrey re-consider his decision.

The industrial building was once a booming business. Everyone who lived by it knew it always had business and was filled with just about anything you could ask for.

Here it was just an empty building used for the evil of all things pure and holy to the ones on the outside looking in.

“Hey boss man!”

The first initial steps inside were filled with five minute greetings and conversations that didn’t hold his attention. Normally he was engaged and polite—today just wasn’t his day. Neither was last week or the week before that. Something had been bothering him, but he couldn’t even put a finger on the true cause.

If anything it’s Robyn and her calling my phone every damn night, he thought. The thought of her probably drunk somewhere made him tighten up. It made him want to call her and check up on her but that was something he knew would bring them both back to square one—or the restaurant per usual.

“My man,” Chubb’s called, dapping Aubrey before pulling him into a quick hug. “You been good?”

“As good as good gets,” he replied, “anything been going around yet?”

“Naaah today been a slow one, mad shipment orders but no actual boxes been through.”

Not something unusual to hear. Especially in the middle of the week—it was just something that Aubrey didn’t want to hear.

He slid his hand down his face with a groan. Coughing, he watched his breath float in the air for a second before a crashing sound boomed from behind him.

“Sorry boss!”

Chubb’s looked at the annoyed expression on Aubrey’s face and emitted into laughter. “You havin’ a rough day?”

Aubrey shot him a look. “A fucking understatement.”

“Don’t you gotta go off to work too?”

It obviously flew over his head. Sometimes he’d get into such a foggy state that he’d forget he was still leading an average life. He’d get so stuck in his ways of night life and trafficking that it only would take a few words to bring him back down to the life he used to enjoy.

“Around three, Kayden said I’d only work the front,” he said. “It’s only Thursday so I shouldn’t have to do much.”

Chump change, he thought. All it truly did was give him a chance to keep the cops from kicking in his door. He’d seen all the notorious, most infamous dealers get socked because they wanted to walk around with millions and have five grand rolling into their bank accounts every six seconds like it was normal. That wasn’t going to be him, not if he could help it. As far as he was concerned—he was never letting that happen to him.

Only time he got caught was when he first started. Some dude he would sell to got mad because he wouldn’t give him anything. Debt was bitch and if Aubrey had to dish it out then so be it.

Not even a week in, he got busted at his cousin’s for the intent to sell. That threw him out of whack for a couple of months. The feeling of fear every time you turned down a corner was real. Just the look from his peers when he would come around was enough for him to never get caught up like that again.

He was on to bigger and better things.

“You headin’ up to the complex,” Chubb’s asked, rubbing his hands together.

Aubrey nodded, licking his lips he dabbed his friend and nodded off to the workers around them. Conversations could wait—for now he just wanted to sleep.

Moments like these are the reason why Aubrey hides.

Water cascaded down his back. His curls were drenched with soap that slid down the sides of his face as he inhaled the aromas he created. Mahogany infused scents floated all around him as he washed himself. Aaliyah’s soft voice sounded godly against the rain outside his window.

This bathroom was different than his sanctuary.

Black covered the walls while burgundy tiles and towels littered it. Black sink, tub, counters—marbled and initialed with the infamous trademark. Candles still sat around, vanilla scented and the same ol’ rose petals; just in a mason jar on the counter with a washcloth covering it. Steam hung in the room, casting over the mirror and revealing secret messages written on it over time. You better open your mind, you better read between the lines—things he’s thought about continuously. But the lines blur and he can only just go on instinct.

His day was almost over. He was trying not to think about it though; it would only make him more irritable. He leaned his head against the tiles next to him. Aaliyah’s lyrics made him feel smaller than what he was and he couldn’t help but let his emotions get the best of him. For a moment, he considered wiping his tears and rinsing off due to this very moment—he decided against it. Everything surrounding him had him worrying. He worried that his life might be snatched away from him.

He was concerned with his dealings. The people he came in contact with always made him reconsider and that was bad being in the business that he was in. He felt that if he wasn’t sure, he shouldn’t give them chance, but as of lately his mindset has been, ‘fuck it’, and gave out free handouts like it was going out of style. Niggas didn’t care if I died or not, as long as I’m gone the game is unbeatable, he thought. I don’t have to put fear in these niggas because I’ve done it enough; I just wonder when I can stop. Only thing that keeps me going is the nerve-racking fear of having to switch over into a lifestyle that I can’t maintain. I wasn’t able to maintain it prior. Never will be, and he thought of ways of to leave, but none of them seemed to make sense.

Take the money you have saved up. Go to the states and start out small.

Nah, they won’t last long because you got connections and end up using them all.

Ask Natalia if she wants a roommate—Texas ain’t that small and plus, she’s too dumb to say no.

Or, just pack up and go away. Don’t even think about it—just go and pray that God keeps on sending blessings.

Either way you’re fucked, he thought. Forty will have a cow. God forbid if anyone even let him breathe long enough to escape.

He got out of the shower. The intense smell of his Giorgio Armani body wash made his nose burn as he wrapped his waist with a towel and sauntered to his room. It was like it floated all around him, the feeling of being trapped inside his own walls didn’t help it returning irritation.

“Drake.”

He turned his head at the voice but never turned around. Mumbling a, “yeah”, he dropped his towel and walked over to his closet.

“You want lunch,” she asked. Dainty and soft, her voice didn’t match her looks. Five foot three; Aubrey basically towered over her whenever they were together. She had a couple of freckles on her face paired with the two beauty marks she had on her cheek. Wild, light brown curls were always all over her face and seemed to match her tawny, beige skin. Her full figure is what caught him; wide hips with a behind that seemed blessed paired along with breast that he could never tear his eyes way from.

“Not in the mood.” Nadia’s hand crept up his back, making him jump at the contact. He looked down at her and gave a gentle smile—he knew she meant no wrong.

“You want me to save you some? I made enough if you wanna take some to work with you,” she offered, placing a kiss on his back as he pulled on a pair of jeans. “It’s nothing to spicy either, I made sure,” she looked up at him as he put on a sweater.

“Yeah,” he mumbled as he bent over her. “Gimme a kiss, I ain’t gon’ see you for a while—I’ma miss you,” he told her, a smirk etched on his lips.

“I’ll miss you even more,” she replied, giving him a peck before stepping back and walking out of his closet. “Don’t forget to text me,” she added, turning around on her heels and pointing at him tauntingly.

“I won’t,” said Aubrey.

I’ma forget, he thought. He usually did, but those weren’t his intentions. Aubrey wasn’t a man of many words, especially when texting. Only time he really did text was when Robyn was sober enough to tell her A’s from her D’s.

Hours had passed between him riding from the city into what he called home. The streets were still filled with the same guys who he grew up with, and Aubrey felt a sense of tranquility. From what he saw, today was a slow day and that meant everything was calming down for him. “A moment from all the stress—life is fucking me,” Aubrey mumbled as he collected his things from the passenger seat before he got out and started his walk to the building.

Aubrey glanced down and sighed. He smoothed out his sweater and took in a deep breath before entering through the back door. Dimly lit and noisy—he felt like his old self again as he strolled through. Mold and wet plaster was the smell that filled the four story building. No matter the floor; you smelt it. Water dripping from busted pipes with pressured air coming from the holes was like a choir to anyone who worked here.

It eased Aubrey’s mind.

“Drake,” he turned a corner and looked around for the culprit who said his name.

At the end of the hallway was the entrance. Two doors sat there, one for entry and the other for deliveries—metal, one window and two metal bars to pull them open. The second was a regular glass door with a neon open sign flashing on it.

To the left is where it looked like that scene from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix when they were in the Hall of Prophecies. Large, metal shelves filled up to the top with boxes filled the first floor. Walking down one of the aisle was like asking for a death wish. The amount of boxes you had to count and put in alphabetical order was asking for your short term memory to relapse. Regardless, Aubrey and his fellow work friends got it done in a timely matter.

“Yeah man,” he walked up to the culprit, Donnie, and dapped him up. “How you been?”

Donnie was a junior in college with a baby. Tall, a curly fade to match his beard, and the impulse to roast anybody on sight. He was a good guy, never one to really complain or get in the way of any of the other guys.

“Shiiiddd Kayden got me workin’ like a slave,” he told him. “Had my dark ass in the way back talkin’ ‘bout some, ‘I can’t see you on the camera’s, you might wanna come back to the front’—nigga! I couldn’t see myself so I know you ain’t see me!”

Doubled over in laughter, Aubrey slightly bent over and let out a hearty cackle.

“Man,” Donnie sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Got me fucked up and my shift ain’t eem’ over.”

“You know Kayden always being an asshole,” Aubrey replied, wiping at his eyes.

Donnie nodded. “Mans had me lifting boxes that weren’t eem’ in my weight class yo.”

Donnie was always making somebody laugh. Aubrey liked him, his vibe was clean and good natured—something Aubrey hadn’t felt in awhile.

The two continued talking as they walked down an aisle that lead to their working stations. Donnie dealt with customer service and shipping; a job that meant lots of communication. Aubrey chose the easy way out, especially today. Working with the front was easier than the rest because all he had to do was count boxes, and give a total number of the shipments that came in. No talking was had and he got to go home earlier which meant he had enough time to prep himself for his night.

Tired of having to prep myself, he thought.

“Ay, you heard ‘bout that shoot out up on Terrance this weekend?”

Aubrey felt his chest collapse. He started coughing because of the heavy feeling.

“Ay,” Donnie stopped next to him, patting his back. “Big man, you good?”

Aubrey nodded, clearing his throat with a few pats to his chest. “Yeah, yeah I’m good. But, uh, what did you hear?”

“Maaaaan! Everybody was like, ‘oh a big group of niggas in like five SUV’s pulled up and just started shootin’ up the block’,” he relied, mimicking the person he must’ve heard it from. “Mad niggas was talkin’ ‘bout how the whole block got sprayed and then it was over just like,” he snapped his fingers and gave Aubrey a childlike smile. “That.”

Upon entering the work station, Aubrey had just nodded and muttered a, “damn, that’s crazy.” But he was more interested in how that had even got around that fast.

Last weekend was a blur. Aubrey had a couple of drinks and felt that he needed to prove to a fellow rival that he should watch his back. In doing that, he rounded up his team, plus the people he had in his inner circle to about five/six trucks and they all headed up there. If he would’ve known his reckless behavior was going to be town wide news, he would’ve just dealt with a hangover.

“I know, right,” Donnie replied. “But don’t nobody know who bold enough to show up on Donileius block like that, ya’ know?”

Aubrey wanted to laugh so bad it was terrible. He wanted to double over in tears and shout to the top of his lungs, that he, Aubrey, had the balls to show up on his block with no fucks given. He wanted Donnie to know he was unstoppable and that even if he got in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Instead, he said, “True, sounds wild.”

From then on work got started. Aubrey would sometimes find himself motionless in the aftermath of his thoughts as he worked. Outwardly, he looked content, counting aloud and writing down the information on spreadsheets while having a meaningless conversation with whoever brought the shipments in. When he eyes lifted to the next person, a petite woman was approaching him, and he recognized the man walking behind her. Average in height but upon further inspection, pretty in presence, with Long-silky hair, and skin like warm sepia made most of the men bask in her glory. Kayden’s niece. Unlike Kayden, she had changed.

“Well if it isn’t the man himself,” Kayden began his greeting as he reached an arm over Aubrey’s pedestal and dapped him up.

“Hello, Drake,” Kayden’s niece smiled, and his brown eyes narrowed at her.

“You haven’t met my niece,” Kayden uttered in surprise, and Aubrey forced a respectful smile that he only used when he was clueless to what was going on. He stepped around his pedestal and stood next to Kayden, positioning him right in front of his niece.

“I’m Aylin,” she said quickly.

Sticking his hand out, Aubrey nodded and replied, “Drake.” They shook hands, awkwardly, before pulling them away.

“Now you two know each other. That’s fantastic,” Kayden declared. “So if you see her here more than me, it’s all good and dandy. Which also means, you can trust her as well as you do me.”

“With that being said, I’ve been thinking about expanding the business and hiring more people. To maintain the ‘home-like’ feeling of our business, because the people of the city come here more than they do any other industrial company including the tri-cities and outermost counties around us,” he explained ardently as he turned to Aubrey, moving is hands in trying to inform.

“In that, I wanted to move you upstate where the second installment would be, only if you be comfortable with that. Aylin saw your spreadsheets and got to see you work last week and seemed to pick up on your craft—so no problem with replacing you here. Now that you’ve met her, and can get familiar with her, it would be great if you could show her the ropes. Then if you feel comfortable with her doing this, we can send you upstate and let you manage that area up there. This is a deal meant to happen,” he added hopefully. Aubrey stuck his hand in his pocket, and brought his other hand to smooth down his beard.

“You want me to go upstate to manage a whole area,” he repeated. “My living situations, I could only—“

“That’s where I come in,” Aylin chimed in. “In being here, we would meet here on the days we work—transportation provided, my uncle would have someone here to take you. So you just leave your car here, or we could car pool—your choice, and then someone would drive you to and from Upstate.”

“I’ll have someone from this building taking you up there, it’s all planned out,” Kayden insisted. “But you would have to take the job head on, instead of working your usual two or one night shifts; I need you for three or more days at a time.”

“I can always take those… switching up is fine with me,” Aylin could hardly suppress her nervous chuckle, and Kayden looked in between the two, wondering what he was missing.

“Let me think about it,” Aubrey eased, patting the back of Kayden’s shoulder, and nodding.

“Please, take all the time you need. Get to know Aylin as well,” Kayden persisted. “This is just the beginning; me seeking you, if you will. I’ll leave you two to get to know each other; I think Aylin can persuade you better than my old self could ever. But! Don’t think of it as doing it out of pressure. Just know that you would be gladly appreciated to us, Drake.”

Aubrey nodded, grabbing a hold of Kayden’s hand for a firm shake before excusing himself to the bathroom. The dimly lit hallway led way to a great distance between him and the exit door as he leaned his body up against the wall.

A sigh escaped his lips before he heard a door click, making him stand up straight and look that way.

“You don’t have to take the shit,” Aylin walked down to where Aubrey stood. “Declining his offer instead of making him wait for a ‘no’ is way better.”

“Seemed like you wanted me to take it,” Aubrey responded calmly, his composure to her outward statement provoking her.

“And? I can tell when someone isn’t convinced,” she asserted, taking a stance in front of him. “He only wants you up there because I need a job. He probably wouldn’t have even pitched the idea if it weren’t for me. And if anything, you could do better.”

She was started to turn around, but she stopped and her stance went back to Aubrey.

“What do you really do, huh,” she questioned eagerly. “I mean, excuse me for intruding, but for someone like you it doesn’t seem that you’d be in the industrial business.”

Aubrey began to speak, wanting to set her straight for just implying all these dumb opinions, but withdrew mid-sentence, taking a breath in, fighting the urge to do just that and more.

“The minute you walk back out there, you’re probably gonna go back to counting and sorting. But once that’s over, it’s like you turn into a different person,” she claimed, in a dreamy like voice.

“I’m only different because I intrigue you.” Aubrey said it slowly. It sounded more like a question. He wanted to twist her words and make her walk away, to make her sound like the nosy person she was seconds after prying into his world. It was the only thing that made him still feel whole at times. Being able to leave someone shook off of his bomb dropping into their conscience.

“That’s the only reason you’re trying so hard,” he added, and Aylin rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders childishly.

“I only try when I know something’s up. But you can continue your little act,” she retorted. “Just… don’t play this façade you have for too long, it can be damaging in the end.”

Aubrey watched her walk away, taking in a slow deep breath, letting the sound of his inhale force him to release it in a calming matter.

The clink of glasses made him nauseated.

Dim lights surrounded the island. Glasses of wines and tropical liquors sat on it in sparse positions. The taste of leftover cigars and stale pretzels sat in his mouth as he eyed the plate of pasta in front of him. Rosewater and mist of mahogany sat in the room and wavered in and out of his nose when she entered the kitchen. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs sat in her face. Smug and dangerous, she sauntered over to Aubrey and rubbed a hand down his back.

His eyes moved from his plate to the glass of wine he had devoured. His lip imprint still on it. The soft touch of her lips nibbled on his ear lobe—his hand lay underneath him as his forearms supported his weight on the counter. Black curtains came into his view as his eyes lifted to them. The world was closed out on this part of his life; the only way she’d tolerate it.

Her other hand slid onto the counter, scooping up the torn black envelope and smacking it against the side of Aubrey’s face. He could feel her demeaning gaze upon his temples and decided to pour himself another glass.

His sudden movement caught Robyn off guard. She scoffed and shifted her weight to the left.

“I know you didn’t come over here to drink all my wine,” she noted, flipping her ponytail over her right shoulder.

“Seems that you’ve done that for me,” his demeanor was cold; as was his choice of words. He knew that because Robyn attempted to mask her hurtful expression with a light chuckle before stalking over to him again.

Her hand found a place in his curls, rustling them around. The legs Aubrey once loved to feel on tangled in his as she forced her body in between him and the counter, giving him no space to ignore her. Chest to chest, hand to hand, nose to nose��she had pinned him and was making her statement clear.

Aubrey dipped his down and captured her lips, giving her an answer. She moaned as his hands gripped her ass, picking her up and setting her on the counter. They pecked each other’s lips a few times before Aubrey placed small kisses on her neck and down between her breast. His hand reached up her back and played with her bra before getting it off. In succeeding with that, his lips instantly latched onto her nipple and sucked on it, toying with the piercing she had. Each time Aubrey grew lower and lower, her breath hitched, picking up speed and then calming down. They had always wanted this. They wanted the feeling of lust and love again and they tried to recreate it.

Placing her legs on his shoulder, Aubrey began to kiss and nibble on her thighs. Her cocoa butter lotion had engulfed him in a trace to plant his face directly where she wanted it. Upon first touch, his tongue separated her lips, allowing his lips to wrap around her clit and suck on it gingerly. Her fingers brushed against his ears softly, slowly crawling into his head of curls.

Robyn’s other hand gripped Aubrey’s that held her thigh. She squeezed it tight; his actions growing sloppier as her moans grew louder. He could feel her hips grinding against the concoction he created, only making him want to send her spiraling into the dark abyss she wanted. He wanted to channel her energy to fulfill not only her needs, but his. Using the fingers of his free hand, he slipped a digit inside as his tongue made figures on her clit.

“Fuck Aubrey,” she moaned, as Aubrey slurped under her. He had her flowing and was trying his best to keep it coming. He wanted her in a vulnerable position, just to the point of no return so he could sweep her up at the right time. Aubrey pulled away from her clit and focused on her lips, kissing them as if it was her mouth. His pace made her grow uncontrollable; her hand squeezing his even tighter. No matter how he felt about her before, he was aroused at her being aroused and in due time would show her.

Looking up at her, Aubrey grunted at the sight of her bottom lip embedded in between her teeth and her eyes rolling towards the back of her head. The vibration of his grunt sent a throaty groan from Robyn’s red lips into the room, making her hips spring to life once more. He let his lips grip onto her clit, adding another finger into walls with ease as he felt her almost reach her wits end.

“I—I‘m going to cum,” she rasped, though Aubrey was aware of it. He moved his head back some and freed his hand from her grip, licking his thumb he planted it on her clit and rubbed it rapidly.

“Fuuuck, baby,” she cursed as her legs begin to tremble and she began to pour onto Aubrey’s tongue.

He kissed his way up from her thighs, her stomach, and the nape of her neck before placing a kiss on her lips. “I’ve missed you Aubs.”

Those were the four words that always trapped him in. He knew he was never escaping them and kept them close in his heart because she was only one that would remind him.

He did become a different person, but only for the better.    

[myhockeyworld87]

Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 31

Word Count: 3,896

POV: Reader

Warning: Child birth and things that go along with it.

Notes: Sorry to leave you guys on the cliff hanger, but thanks for hanging in there with me while I finished this up. I hope everyone is having a Happy Easter! As always feedback it welcome.

Nervous Regrets Masterlist

You couldn't catch your breath, and it felt like your heart was literally in your throat as you sat there waiting to hear your newborn son cry. It was like your life was playing out in slow motion. You gripped Tyler's hand even harder than you had while in labor as you asked yet again. "Why isn't he crying? Is he breathing?" One of the paramedics moved and grabbed something out of the bag, though you couldn't see anything through the tears streaming down your face. Jenna's hands were cupped over her face, so you couldn't tell what she was thinking, and as you peered over at Tyler he was crying just as hard as you were. All you could do was sit there and pray, and so you did. God, please let my baby be ok. You repeated the phrase over and over, for what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds.

 And then you heard it, a soft little wail that turned into a full out scream; and you'd never been so thankful to hear anything in your life. You felt Tyler let out a breath, and you realized you should do the same. "Is he ok?" They were Tyler's words, but you wanted to say them as well.

 "He just fine. We had to get some fluid out of his lungs first." The paramedic finally answered. "You came out a little fast, huh buddy?" He said to the baby as he now turned back to you, with your newborn in his arms. "Mr. Seguin, would you like to cut the cord?"

 "I…umm…yeah if that's ok?" It was something he'd always planned on doing, but with how your birth had gone, you could see his hesitance.

 "Yes, he's fine." The other EMT clamped off the cord then handed a pair of scissor-like utensils for Tyler to use. His hands were shaking from the emotion of it all. The whole process took less than a minute, and suddenly the baby was no longer a part of you. A weird combination of joy and sadness took over your body; for as long as you lived you'd never be able to describe the feeling to anyone.

 "Can I hold him?" You were shaking, from everything that you'd just been through, but also from the anticipation of holding your baby.

 "Of course," and he handed him off to you wrapped up in one of your bath towels.

 He was still crying but you were forever grateful for the sound, as you peered down into his little face, all scrunched up. Tyler was right there, his hand going underneath yours to support both you and the baby. "Shhh, it's ok sweetie, mommy's here." You leaned down and kissed his little face. He was so precious. As his cries settled, you started to notice his coloring. He was a bit purplish-blue and you looked up at the EMT and asked. "Are you sure he's ok?"

 "He'll still need the standard tests done when we get to the hospital, but his lungs are clear now and his heart rate is good. He should pink up in a few minutes."

 "He's so beautiful, (Y/N)" Tyler said leaning down as the baby opened his eyes wide to take everything in. "Hi buddy, it's daddy, remember me? I'm the one who talked to you all the time." His large finger traced the fine skin of the baby's cheek. "You sure gave us a scare. Let's not do that anymore ok?" That's when you felt the wetness of Tyler's tears drop on to you. He's been so strong for you during labor, but you could see him breaking now that your little one was finally here. It was as if he needed to know everything with the newborn was fine as well.

 "Here Ty, hold him." He looked at you with questioning eyes.

 "Are you sure?" He knew you didn't want to let the baby out of your arms, but you knew he needed this too. So you shook your head, yes and handed the little bundle off. Your son looked so small in his father's arms, and you swore your heart swelled with how much love you saw there in Tyler's eyes. He was gazing adoringly at his little boy and you'd never seen anything more precious in your life.

 The moment was broken by the paramedic's voice, "Mrs. Seguin I need to get some of your vitals, really quick and then see if we can get you to the deliver the placenta. Is that ok?" You really wanted to hold your baby again, but since he was in Tyler's arms, and you knew this was something that had to be done, you told him yes. It didn't take too long for the afterbirth to leave your body, and thankful you hardly felt anything. Tyler gave the baby back to you afterward, and your world felt right with your little one in your arms. "So how about we get you all to the hospital and checked out."

 Before you could even think about answering, Tyler was already talking. "I think that's a good idea. I want both you and our son checked to make sure you're both ok."

 "Ty, I'm fine." You truly meant that, but you wouldn't be upset with the baby being looked at.

 He kissed your head, pulling both you and the baby into his side. "I'd feel better if I heard the doctor say that. I'm not taking any more chance with you two." You nodded, knowing that this morning had been crazy and scary; and that this was probably the sane thing to do. The paramedics brought in a gurney that you got on, never once letting go of the baby.

 "As soon as we get this place cleaned up, we'll head over to the hospital," Jenna stated as they started to wheel you out of the house. It was hard to believe but in all the craziness, you'd forgotten what a reassuring presence your best friends being there was. She snuck over and kissed the baby on the forehead. "Bye sweet boy, Auntie Jenna will see you soon."

 You started to cry again, as you looked up at your best friend smiling down at your little boy. "Thank you for everything, Jenna. I don't think I could've done this without you."

 She grabbed your free hand and squeezed it hard. "I'll always be there for you." Jamie came up behind her then, stealing his first peek of the baby.

 "I have to say, he's really adorable. You sure he's Seggy's?"

 Tyler came out of the bedroom, with the bag you'd packed for both of you, along with the diaper bag you had for the baby. "Watch it Chubbs."

 "What? I'm just pointing out that he definitely got all his looks from his mom."

 "Well, that, I can't disagree with." He dropped a kiss on the baby, then looked at Jamie. "Would you mind bringing the Landie to the hospital? The car carrier is in the back already."

 "Sure no problem." As soon as everything was settled you headed off in the ambulance to the hospital. Your doctor was waiting for you and after a quick check, they had you in a room where both you and Tyler could do a little skin to skin contact with the baby. Seeing your husband reclining in the chair next to you with the baby on his naked chest did things to you, that you weren't sure your heart could handle. The tattoo on his chest was just peeking out from underneath the blanket that was draped over the baby, and his eyes were hooded as he kept glancing down at the tiny little form sleeping on him. It was a moment you couldn't help but capture on your phone; a memory you never wanted to forget.

 They stayed like that for a while, just father and son bonding in the early moments of the newborn's life. "I think you better take him back." You'd held him first, but he'd been on Tyler's chest for a good thirty minutes or longer. You didn't want to take any time away from them.

 "It's ok. You should have some time with him."

 "Oh, it's not that. I think he's gonna want you soon. His little mouth is doing this sucking thing, that's cute as hell, but I don't have what he needs." Of course, Tyler had to make a little sucking face as well, which just made you want to kiss him.

 Tyler handed him over and you put him in a cradling position, then took your breast and offered the baby your nipple. It was completely awkward at first, for it seemed he didn't want to latch on, plus it didn't help that Tyler was standing over top of you waiting to watch the little guy feed for the first time. Taking your index finger, you rubbed the baby's little cheek; the gentle motion had him sucking on your nipple in no time. His little lips puckered out and a soft little swallowing sound emitted from him. "I think he's doing it."

 "I had no doubt. He is my son after all."

 "Ty!" You said a little bit louder than you should have and it startled the baby, causing him to stop feeding momentarily, but he picked back up right away. Tyler sat down on the bed beside you stroking your newborn's soft downy hair as he continued to eat.

 "You know babe, we really need a name for this little man." You two had yet to decide upon names, but then you thought you had another three weeks yet.

 "I've actually been thinking of one that I really like."

 "Well spill it, babe."

 "I was thinking we could name him Jace." You see him testing the name in his mind. "Hear me out, before you say anything. You know I want him to have your middle name, but ever since that time you were talking about getting the baby's name tattooed on; I started thinking about your passion and strength tattoo. Obviously, we're not using the words you have tattooed on already" His brows furrowed together trying to decide where you were going. "But they're for your Greek heritage, so I was thinking of a Greek name. Well, Jace, means healer in Greek, and well, it just got me thinking that this little guy has been our healer. He brought us back together Ty and helped heal our relationship. I just feel like he's our little healer."

 "Jace Tyler Seguin, huh?" He looked down at the baby as he tested the name out loud this time. "I love it, babe. You're right he is our little healer, without him I don't know if I'd have you right now and well…" He got choked up and took a minute to clear his throat. "I just can't imagine my world without the two of you in it right now." Your emotions were so high, that when he said that, you just started to cry again; for you felt the exact same way. Just then little Jace stopped feeding and opened his eyes to look at his mom and dad. "Hi Jace, did you wake up cause you like your name? I think you do." Tyler was using his cute little baby voice to talk to your son just like he talked to the dogs every now and then. You moved the baby over to your other breast and he began eating again, lulling himself back to sleep easily.

 It was a few more minutes before a nurse came in interrupting your alone time. "Oh good, it looks like someone is hungry. How's he doing mom?"

 "Pretty good, I just switched him. Takes him a minute at first but then he latches on like a champ."

 "Oh that's so good to hear, sounds like he's a natural. Well as soon as he's done there, we'd like to take him for a couple of tests, Dad, if you want to come with that, would be great. The doctor will be in shortly too to finish up some stuff with you (Y/N)." You knew that meant she was coming in to sew you up from when you tore during labor and you were glad Tyler would be gone for that part.

 It was a little less than an hour later when Tyler and Jace were back in the room with you. "Look who we found outside, Auntie Jenna and Uncle Chubbs." Tyler declared as he wheeled the baby back inside, followed by your best friends; who were carrying a massive amount of balloons and flowers.

 "We thought we'd give you guys a little extra time alone. How's everyone doing?" She went over the hospital crib and peered down at Jace, who was fast asleep.

 "This little guy is doing awesome, he just passed all his test with flying colors," Tyler announced, answering the unsaid questions you had about your baby. "But we've been away from Momma, so not sure how she's doing?"

 "I'm good. I'm not going to lie I'm sore as all hell, but then I look at that sweet little face and it's all worth it."

 "Speaking of this little guy; I'm dying to hold him," Jenna said making grabby hands at Jace.

 "Of course." You watched as Jenna picked him up out of the crib and situated him in her arms.

 "Make sure you support his head," Tyler told her as if she hadn't ever held a baby in her life. Thankfully, your best friend humored the first-time dad.

 "Hi sweet boy, aren't you just the cutest thing in the world."

 Jamie was leaning over her shoulder checking out your little boy. "He definitely has your hands Seggy. They're huge."

 "I know right. He's gonna be a great stick handler."

 "Guys, he's only a couple hours old, let's give him a minute before we're putting a hockey stick in his hands." You laughed at the exchanged between your best friend, her boyfriend and your husband. You had a feeling if it was up to the guys they'd be taking Jace to the rink tomorrow. "So does this little guy have a name yet."

 "Yup," Tyler answered for you. "Meet Jace Tyler Seguin."

 "Jace. I like it." Jamie spoke up, brushing his thumb across Jace's cheek.

 "It means healer in Greek," Tyler added, now sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around you. He seemed proud of the meaning behind Jace's name, which affirmed you made the right choice for your little boy.

 "Awe, because he brought you guys back together right?" Of course, your best friend would get it, she probably knew what you were going to name the baby before you did since you practically shared a brain. "I love it. Hi Jace, it's Auntie Jenna."

 "Alright, baby hog, my turn." Jamie teased, as he moved in front of her to hold Jace. Once secured in his arms, you watched Jamie, this big teddy bear of a man, sway back and forth with your child. "Hey JT. It's your favorite Uncle, and I plan on spoiling you rotten. You can come to my house and I will give you all the candy and chocolate you want, then ship you home to mommy and daddy, because that's what the best uncles do."

 "Thank god, Aunt Jenna will be there to prevent all that." You chided. "But speaking of favorites, there's something we want to ask you." Tyler and you had discussed this a few weeks ago and you'd both agreed. "We'd like you guy to be Jace's godparents. I mean if you're willing."

 "Really? You don't want one of your brothers or Tyler's sisters?" There were unshed tears in Jenna's eyes when Jamie asked the question.

 "You two of been there with us from the beginning, and all the ups and downs; and there are not two other people in this world that we would want to take care of Jace in our absence." It was asking a lot, and you understood if they didn't want to do it. "You can say no if you want."

 "What? Never…I mean yes…well, we are…right?" You'd rarely heard Jenna fumble her words; she was always so straightforward and direct, so you knew she was emotional about this. Which in turn made you emotional as well.

 "I think what Jenna is trying to say; is that we'd love to be Jace's godparents." Jamie finally blurted out, as he came up beside her, slipping his free arm around her.

 She leaned into Jamie, laying her head down on his chest as she gazed at Jace. "Yeah, we're so honored." They stayed about another forty-five minutes, then headed out leaving the three of you alone again.

 "You know, we really need to call our families." You'd been living in this little bubble of the three of you for a few hours that you'd almost forgot about both of your families in all the craziness.

 "Yeah Ty you're right. Let's call your mom first, my parents will probably hop in the car right away and I'd kind of like just a little more time with just us." He just smiled, kissing you sweetly on your head before picking up his phone.

 "Tyler, sweetie, how are you?" Jackie said on the other line.

 "We're good mom, though things have been a bit crazy. Are Candace and Cass there?"

 "Cass is, hold on let me get her." She hollered and in the background, you could see Cassidy running to get to the phone where her mom was.

 "Hey big brother, mom said you wanted to talk to us."

 "Yeah, (Y/N)'s on the phone with me." Just then Jace decided to make his presence known with a little gurgling noise.

 "Oh my god, is that…" Jackie commented while at the same time Cassidy was saying, "Did you have the baby?"

 "Yes, you have a grandson, mom." Tyler was just beaming as he told his family, then panned the phone down to show them Jace, who you had in your arms.

 "Oh Tyler, he's beautiful." You could see Jackie and Cass fighting to see the screen.

 "Look at those cheeks," Cassidy cooed. "I just want to kiss them."

 "Well, you can, as soon as you come to see him." You told her, hoping that they would get on a plane in the next couple of days and come see Jace. "Apparently he didn't like the plan of waiting until you guys were here before coming into this world." Jackie was going to fly down close to your due date, so she would be here when the baby arrived. She was also planning on staying a little while extra to help you with the baby for when Tyler went on the road.

 "Are you and the baby ok sweetie? What happened?" Jackie's concern was touching and you were sure that what she was about to hear would floor her.

 "Yes they're both fine, mom; even though she delivered him in our kitchen."

 "She what?" Was said in unison from both Jackie and Cassidy.

 "It was really quite something." And for the next several minutes Tyler proceeded to tell them exactly what happened. At the end of the conversation, it was decided that they were going talk to Candance and be on a plane within the week. The conversation with your parents went pretty much the same way, only you were right, and they were in the car within an hour after hanging up. Which gave you a few more hours of just you, your husband and your little boy.

 Once your parents came, it seemed like there was a steady stream of visitors. Some of Tyler's teammates and their significant others, as well as your friends, stopped by to congratulate you and see the baby. To your biggest surprise, your parents didn't stay. Well, they stayed in Dallas overnight but left shortly after visiting with Jace the next morning, though your mom did promise to come back whenever you wanted help with him.

 Tyler reluctantly went to morning skate, though it took everything you had to make him leave you and Jace. It was only for a couple hours, but he swore that Jace grew at least an inch during that time, even though he didn't. The doctor was being extra cautious with Jace, so you stayed in the hospital another twenty-four hours. Which meant that Tyler missed the morning skate for the Nashville game later that night, so he could take you and Jace home. You buckled Jace into his car seat, while Tyler stood over your shoulder making sure you did everything correctly; which was both adorable and annoying at the same time. Once Jace was safely tucked in, Tyler scooped up the carrier and your bag, then the three of you headed home. You sat in the backseat with Jace, while Tyler drove and stole glances at the two of you every couple minutes. "Is he ok back there?"

 "Yeah, he's out like a light."

 "Do you think he's warm enough? I can turn the heat up."

 "Ty, he's fine, besides we're almost home." Tyler's overprotecting dad gene was starting to kick in, though it was cute. A couple of red lights and about ten minutes later, you were pulling into the garage. Tyler jumped out of the car, to get Jace out, but grabbed your bag as well. You headed into the house first, hoping the dogs wouldn't get too overly excited when the baby came in. As soon as they heard the door unlock, Gerry came running; Cash and Marshall close behind. "Hi boys, I missed you." Thankfully, none of them jumped up on you, they all stood there tongues hanging out and tails wagging.

 Tyler held Jace back for a few minutes, while you petted the dogs; then came inside. Cash was the first to wander over to Jace, which really only made sense, considering he'd never left your side while you were pregnant. He sniffed around Tyler a few times before Ty set the carrier down for Cash to see Jace. Tyler knelt beside the baby, just in case one of the dogs would nip at him, though you didn't need to worry about that. Cash simply sniffed him, then nudged his little hand causing Jace to twitch and scaring Cash in the process. "It's ok Cash, come meet your new brother," Tyler said to the pup. This time when Cash approached Jace he laid his little head down at Jace's feet. It was so adorable you had to capture the moment, which meant the other two dogs lost your attention and were now moving over to check out their brother.

 Cash didn't move from his spot, as Marshall and Gerry both tried to find out what was in the carrier. Gerry stuck his snout in Jace's face, causing Tyler to push him away. "Easy Ger, not so close." It took a moment, but Gerry finally settled his head on Tyler's knee so he could look in at Jace, while Marshall just laid down beside the car seat. It was in that moment that you realized you were surrounded by a houseful of men, but it felt like this was exactly how it was suppose to be.  

[butter-ff]

U With Me?...

Aubrey: Back at the office I rode the elevator up to my floor and strode into my office to be met by the guys. "Yes?" I asked knowing why they were here but choosing to play it off. "How was it seeing your girl for the first time?" Chubbs was the one to just come out with it. They know I've talked to her here and there, but today was my first day actually physically seeing her since she left and came back. And man what a sight. I just can't get over what our child is doing for her titties! I mean she looked really good, it took every ounce of will power today. I swore Mark to keep quiet about the baby until we figure out how we want to tell people. Knowing Porter's planning ass she already has an idea in mind. "It was fine, she looks happy and healthy and that's all I care about right now." I answered them finally. "Did you tell her we said hi?" Niko asked. I knew I forgot something! "I forgot but I can remedy that, when I FaceTime her tonight!" I told them. "Why do you need to FaceTime her?" Oliver asked curiously. "Just some business we need to take care of." Was my response. "I heard she met Jaya!" Noah smirked. Jaya and I aren't serious at all. She's a beautiful hard working woman and we have great conversation. It's hard not having P here to snuggle and kiss all on, and shower with everything. So I guess in a way I'm just trying to fill a void and Jaya is it. I looked at Mark thinking he told but he shook his head. "Oh shit how did that go?!" Chubbs leaned in smirking. I chuckled wondering how Noah knew. "She texted me and told me. She thinks she's stunning, and she can tell she's really into you. But she said she's not worried as long as you remember who you belong to!" He finished and I smiled shaking my head along with the guys. Porter is something else. But she needs to stop playing because I'll only wait so much longer. "It was interesting... that's all I'll give you for now!" Was my response. "You're being real vague..." Oliver summarized. "Nah man just not much to tell. I say P, she looks good, we're still best friends, it is what it is!" I shrugged and they all stared at me before getting up. When my last friend hit the door I got a few texts. Text Convos: (a/n his name appears how it is in their phones.) Ms. Jaya💁🏽: Congrats on your 👶 maybe I should fall back! My Queen👑: can you talk tonight? I want to run some plans by you!? I responded back to both of them, shaking my head at Jaya. The Boy😍: Were you planning to fall back like in my arms fall back😏 or we talking 🏃🏽? Boss😎: ok I'll FaceTime you when I get home. How are you feeling? Ms. Jaya💁🏽: Don't be cute... there is obvi still something there besides that baby, and I don't want to get in the way! My Queen👑: We're good Brey! I smiled at Porters message... I'm really having a kid with the most amazing sexy ass woman! The Boy😍: she's my best friend and we made a kid together, but I'm interested in you right now... Boss😎: yea y'all good! The titties looking right, and that booty lawd! 🙌🏽🙌🏽 come thru baby Graham!😂 Ms. Jaya💁🏽: mhmm alright Aubrey, I'll talk to you later... you want to FaceTime? I can put on something naughty 😈 My Queen👑: OMG I hate you 😩😭😭😭 chill out bruh!! I laughed Porter is a mess. The Boy😍: sounds fun, I'll let you know a little later... Boss😎: A mess=my baby's mother! Rub our baby for me, and tell his or her mother I know who I belong to... 😏 End text thread... I chuckled to myself putting my phone up and finishing up at the office before heading home. When I got there I changed into some sweats and socks and went downstairs to chill on the couch before calling Porter. FaceTime: I waited as it connected and she came on the screen in a tank top that showed her little belly off, it was sexy as shit. P: stop ogling me you weirdo! I laughed. Me: Pregnancy looks really good on you! P: flattery gets you most things. Me: does it get me you? We stared at each other before her mom poked her head in the screen causing me to smile. Me: hey mama! Ms. P: hey baby how are you? Me: can't complain now that P is carrying my baby! She smirked shaking her head. Ms.P: you'll be a great dad... hopefully the baby's mother will get it together soon! P: Ma!!! I laughed at the looks they gave each other. Me: we can only hope, or I'll have to move a long and find a woman to appreciate me! P: I wish you would find someone else, there will never be another Porter Sophia Pier Aubrey I'm one in a million and the best you've ever had! Me: Baby you're my everything... but seriously don't make me wait to long you with me or what? P: you know I am... just a little longer. Me: how long P? I hate begging and shit but I need to know. P: I don't know Aubrey... I shook my head over this portion of the conversation. Me: Alright P... I was good until her face scrunched up and she started crying. That's when all my resolve left. Me: P please don't cry! P: I just want to keep pushing Aubrey... I'm doing so good and you've been so patient. But she's really pretty what if she takes you from me and our baby, what them huh? I watched her cry and talk to me rubbing her belly and my heart was going through it. So I got up packed a bag and got in my car before I realized what I was doing. Me: I'm coming... P: huh where... Aubrey where are you? She stopped crying and was now sniffling looking at me suspiciously. Me: you can't cry... I told you what that does to me. P: are you on the way here? Aubrey turn that car around! I parked my car getting here faster than I ever have. Me: open the door Porter! End FaceTime... I hung up and her mother opened the door with a smirk on her face. "Well lookey here Porter, you shed some hormonal tears and the man come running. Pot of gold down there I swear!" Ms. P joked giving me a hug and moving to let me in. I put my bag down by the couch and sat next to her as she just stared at me. "Stop staring and come here P!" I said softly. She studied me for a moment before crawling over, and my lil man went on hard as soon as those titties hung free! Damn it she's not wearing a bra... she sat in my lap and I put my arms around her rubbing my baby. "You cry I come... simple!" I said in her ear. I felt her shiver as she buried her face in my neck. "I'm sorry, your baby makes me super emotional!" She said into my neck. "Don't apologize, now what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked. She sat up a little and straddled my lap reaching for her phone causing her breasts to rub past my chest. "I want to get everyone together so we can tell them about baby Graham!" She absentmindedly rubbed her stomach, and I found my hand on hers as she did it. "Ok what do you have in mind?" I asked. I listened as she told me her plans, and what she wanted to see happen. We threw ideas at each other as her mom told us goodnight and left us alone. When everything was planned we texted our people and watched some tv before she fell asleep. I picked her up turning everything off and heading to her room. I sat her on the bed where it all ended... but my thoughts left when I looked at the frame still on her bedside. I put the covers over her content to sleep on the couch. "Get in the bed Aubrey!" She was looking at me now. "You sure I can..." she rolled her eyes. "Bed... NOW!" I smirked at her tone... of this were any other time. I got in after stripping down to just my briefs. When I looked up her tank was off and my girls were set free and sitting pretty. "They're so tender, I like them to be free at night!" She explained. I nodded getting into bed. She snuggled up under me like she always does and again it took all my will power. "Can you rub my belly so I can sleep?" The question was innocent enough but I was really going through something over here! I rubbed her belly and felt her breathing instantly change. When I heard a soft little snore I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. "Daddy loves you baby Graham, and you mommy with all of my heart..." It's short and unedited but the next one should be longer...

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Mindfulness in the Workplace: The Pause that Refreshes

We may be unable to change our job or the workplace environment but we can change our response to it. Mindfulness is particularly relevant because to be mindful is to pause, observe and own your present moment. Drawing upon Coco-Cola’s famous slogan from 1929 – It can be the new pause that refreshes.

Initiated by a deep breath, the pause might offer a self-soothing mantra like “Relax- You Know Who You Are!” or a private boost of “ Bring it On.” It may be a random act of kindness to someone else struggling, or the few moments to walk down the hall breathe and restore.

 “ Feeling good about what we do for a living depends more on our moment to moment experiences than it does on prestige, status or pay.” Sharon Salzberg

Mindfulness Strategies in the Workplace:

Using mindfulness strategies empowers us with options. If we choose, we can re-set our body state, change our mood, re-define our focus, and own the leverage to respond vs. react. We may even influence those around us.

Acts of Kindness

When asked how to apply mindfulness to the workplace, Sharon Salzberg suggests that the easiest first step is an act of kindness. Hold an elevator door, make a compliment, share a funny one-liner, wish someone who least expects it – a good day.

As incongruous or small as such an act may seem, in the workplace it is big and has potential.

There is evidence that generosity changes our mood and (like rudeness) is contagious. Research shows that those who experience generosity are more likely to act in a generous way.

It is noteworthy that in her research on bullying in the workplace, Dr. Tye-Williams found that the most viable antidote to the bullying of an employee was the demonstration of care and kindness, even in small ways, by other employees. People reported that knowing they were not alone made a big difference.

Breathing Breaks

Psychologist, Dr. Tom Clark says mindfulness always starts with the breath. A few minutes of relaxed breathing centers you for moments of choice.

While the thought of meditative breathing in the midst of the multi-tasking, high paced demands may seem preposterous it is worth considering:

The few minutes you take to focus on breathing are negligible to the outside world but momentous to you.

Training yourself to focus on breathing, even for a few minutes, is actually a discipline. It won’t take you off your game. It will send you in having had a physical and mental time-out.

I have often thought that we need to step out of offices to take “ breathing breaks” rather than smoking breaks.

Positive Mantras

We all know that the English school yard rhyme ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me’–  while well intentioned is simply just not true. Everything from subtle put-downs to verbal violence and threats have their impact- especially when we are directing them against ourselves.

Yes, there is power in words and as such there is considerable power in positive self-directed talk. Mantras are “short rhythmic states that use positive and uplifting words to create a positive and uplifting mindset.”

“ I Am Excited By The Opportunities Today Will Bring” (Tanaaz Chubb)

Said at different times a particularly as part of the beginning of one’s day, at difficult moments that call forth a “ pause” to re-set and refresh – they restore a positive sense of self and hope.

A short phrase that has come to have emotionally meaning is a powerful and mindful tool in an office situation you cannot control.

 “I Have Control Over How I Feel, And I Choose To Feel Peace.” (Tanaaz Chubb)

Reading more about the use of everyday mantras will offer you another mindful way to address the workplace stress.

 A Moment to Respond vs. React

As bad an impact as bullying or workplace stress has on mind and body our reaction to it can compound the toxicity.

The goal of mindfulness is not to deny our rage, hurt or fear, or to tolerate anything that comes our way; but to recognize it for what it is and use a moment to choose how we want to respond.

Mindfulness encourages us to think of feelings like visiting guests – we may recognize them at the door, acknowledge them, investigate them – but we don’t have to identify with them.

The conditioned ability to take a moment before you respond or react is very powerful.

Regardless of the Workplace Situation, Empower Yourself with Mindfulness – A Pause that Refreshes

Listen in to Anne Corley Baum, a Senior Lehigh Executive and author of “ Small Mistakes, Big Consequences: Develop Your Soft Skills to Help You Succeed On Psych Up Live – You will find it very helpful -Suzanne

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