#james x louisa md

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Horrible parents before they were married fic just dropped!!!

All my J x Tessa/ Manor era fics so far, mostly in order, all tying to the wig incident somehow will have a * next to them

Toddler Tessa Stories 1, 2 (in the wrong order, 2 is first)

Kid Tessa Stories from before Drones 1

The Beginning (Tessa's first Drone)

Day one

A Week Into J being there

The Catalyst for Tessa wanting to make J a wig *

The Incident >=3c (don't trust children with scissors lol) *

The Aftermath plus some flashbacks * (kinda hops all over tho) It was my first fanfic, plz be kind.

A little while after the J wig incident

Playing Pretend Still despite Tessa being 11

TW// Contains Restrictive Eating - Tessa age 11

N helps Tessa (warning depression and sui mention)

Somewhere in between

The Day Cyn was discovered *

Idk what this is but it's a J flashback, and it's really cute *

Shortly after Tessa turned 16 TW// beratement, verbal abuse, gaslighting, mild self harm, emotional distress, corporate jobs

in the Summer before the Gala 1, 2, 3 *

Tessa died *

Bonus cuz I don't know where they fit in:

James and Louisa being wholesome 2 1 (before Tessa) Tessa teaching Cyn a little (Teenage Years) V's signature bob becomes a thing (Teenage Years) Cyn being Silly (Early Adolescent Years maybe?) During Episode 3 (Tessa's dead but this is Cyn being cruel to J)

Gone Girl 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9 (non canonical to my stories, it was a fun experiment) I don't like how I made James in this one, honestly I transferred most of his cruelty to Tessa over to Louisa as I wrote more.

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Mun art- Recreation of our Halloween Costumes the Year before we had Tessa.

We went as JD and Veronica from Heathers. Louisa hated wearing blue, but I thought she looked beautiful. It was so romantic. Even though the shipping is toxic in the musical, I had fun, and I would've gladly exploded myself for her.

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Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Anxiety Before the Polo Match - James x Louisa

Louisa had been to the stables before with James. She had gotten to meet his lovely horse named Copper, but it was just them during that day. Now it was the day of the JC Jensen executive polo match and a now 18 year old Louisa Miriam Walker was getting stressed out because she didn't have enough time on the way there to finish her makeup or hair. She sat on an overturned bucket and cried, not caring about the dust and dirt getting on her sundress or her cross-body purse. Breathing heavily, crying, and holding herself, the woman from New Zealand was lost to her own self hatred and anxiety of not looking good enough.

Around the corner of the door bounded in James, in his polo attire, coming to prep his horse, when he saw his beloved betrothed sitting and crying. "What's wrong, my luv?" the fellow in the blue riding suit asked, kneeling down to wipe her tears.

"I-I-I don't want to be s-seen, I look AWFUL!" the artificially blonde New Zealand woman wept as she tried to calm herself by hugging herself. "Everyone is there, all the important people you know from work, and I look like a mess," She was breathing heavily now, trying to self soothe, not wanting James to see her like this, but the kindness in his eyes kept her from spiraling further.

Briefly, James kissed Louisa softly on the lips, smiling a little upon hearing his horse Copper bray gently and snort cheerfully. He held her hands in his and soothed, "You look beautiful, dear, I don't think anyone would really notice."

Louisa took off her sunhat showing the messy last-minute ponytail tied back with a red silk ribbon she did, looking down in embarrassment. "Your parents have seen me look much nicer than this though," she huffed before admitting with a somber laugh, "At least I chose to wear cry-proof mascara today."

The fellow in the polo-uniform let go of his beloved's hands. He reached back to it and gave a gentle tug at the ribbon, and let Louisa's messy ringlets flow down. "That looks much better, I think."

James' future wife started to giggle a little, blushing a lot as she tucked part of her curtain bangs behind her right ear. "It's too tangled, anyone could see that."

The freckly faced fellow wouldn't take this as an answer, even if he had never fixed long human hair before, he wanted to try. He grabbed his saddle bag and rummaged around until he found the brand new brush he had bought for his pet horse Copper. "I know it's not the nicest hairbrush, but we can make it work if you'd want."

"As long as it doesn't hurt."

The aptly named horse with the copper coloured coat whinnied happily, almost letting Louisa know that James was the gentlest brusher the horse had ever known.

"Even Copper knows," they grey eyed Aussie fellow teased happily before he offered once more, "While you fix your makeup, I can brush your hair, what do you say?"

She didn't have any real other options, and it would make her maybe feel less overwhelmed, she nodded shyly. She let out a tiny surprised sound of joy as James gently teased the back of her neck with his right hand, causing the wealthy woman to start relaxing.

James began to coax the lower tangles out, he hummed a tune to himself, not minding the task at all. "You're so much nicer to work with than Copper, he sometimes tries to nudge me with his hoof or slap me with his tail," James joked as he gently brushed.

Louisa playfully nudged her boyfriend's leg with her elbow before she got out her makeup compact.

"Yeah, almost like that," he joked back before resuming paying attention to the task while he ran his left hand down her mid-back length waves of gold, "You look lovely with your hair down, why don't you wear it that way?"

"It makes me look too soft, that and it's apparently not very appropriate," the fair-complexioned lady responded, putting on some foundation to make sure any small blemishes were hidden.

"I think you should wear it down today for a change, some gold as a good luck charm so that I win the match."

"Goodness, James, you don't need luck, you're skillful and have a remarkable horse."

Copper whinnied in approval at his human's girlfriend's assessment.

James finished working out the tangles and asked lovingly, "But the photo of us after the match, with your golden mane hanging down like a veil of sunlight, don't you think that would look lovely?" He got out some mane and tail conditioner and put a little in the palm of his hands, rubbing his hands together before he used it to tame some of the frizz that had appeared from brushing. "But it's up to you,"

The woman in the sundress stopped putting on her soft pink lipstick and slightly tilted her head back so she could better feel her boyfriend's gentle massaging of the product into her hair. "That feels so good," Ms LM Walker sighed, this felt like pure bliss, "If I were a horse, I'd be the luckiest mare in the stable with you around."

James hummed the tune 'Waltzing Matilda' as he continued to run his fingers through Louisa's hair, making sure that it was perfectly smooth and tended to with the conditioner. He fluffed up the ringlets a little with his hands before he stopped. "I don't want to do anything more yet, since I don't know how to do anything else just yet, but I think you look ravishing, luv."

Louisa held up her compact mirror to get a better look. She smiled admiring how wavy her hair was without being frizzy, enjoying seeing it flowing down like a curtain of gold. "Oh goodness James, are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Nope, Louise, I've only worked with horse hair until now."

Louisa teased playfully, "Well... I won't bother you with this task... but... thanks for calming me down."

James playfully twirled the hairbrush and hung it on the little hook by the door keeping Copper in his stable stall. His Aussie voice quelled lovingly, "It's not a trouble at all, dear, and I wouldn't mind if you did need my help again, after all, if we're going to get married in a year and three quarters I want to be able to make you feel right as rain."

Louisa bit her lip a little and blushed at the happy thought, holding the tiny makeup mirror so her and James were both in it. "I love you, James Elliott."

"I love you too, Louisa Miriam Walker," he soothed to her lovingly, helping her put back on her sunhat. The fellow in the blue-accented polo uniform walked in front of her and held out his hand as if almost offering her to dance, "How about you and I ride to the field on Copper together?"

Copper bowed slightly to Louisa, as he had been trained to do by James.

"R-really?" Louisa excitedly giggled, letting through a little bit of the young excitable girl she used to be before her step-mother had stripped most of it away with what she had called 'lessons in perfection'

"Yes, now, come on, you can ride in with me like a fair maiden accompanying her prince."

Once the saddle was on, and James had helped Louisa onto the back of his horse, he too hopped onto the back of his noble steed, and the two rode out of the stables on Copper's back out to the field so he could take her to the stands to watch the match.

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It was a couple days before the wedding, and Louisa was holding the photograph from that day, she smiled proudly upon the picture of her and her soon-to-be husband. "I love him, so much... I can hardly wait a few more days."

Louisa noticed on her dresser desk a gift box adorned with a red silk ribbon. Curiosity got the better of her, as she pulled the ribbon and opened the box. Seeing the contents of the gift made her smile, for it was a gold plated fancy hairbrush, but also a bottle of mane and tail conditioner. She let out a little chuckle and picked up her phone to text a bunch of hearts to James.

As she set down her phone, she sighed wistfully and muttered to herself cheerfully, "James... you're so wonderful."

The End

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Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Capsicums for Two - TW// Body image issues, eating disorders

Despite the warm glow of the sun's light as a reminder of it being day, she could remember that night clearly, even if it was already 8 years ago. The first time she set foot in the Elliott Manor.

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Louisa watched the gala goers, sitting at a spot along the wall, sipping her champagne. She didn't even want to be here at all, her vile step-mother told her that she was going to this event. Louisa tucked a stray curl of her partial updo behind her ear and sighed to herself, "I don't even want to meet him. He's probably going to go for one of the other 7 girls at this party."

Eventually a fellow with grey eyes and jet black hair approached, holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. "Evening," the Aussie teenager greeted politely, catching the woman's gaze.

"Evening," she greeted back, letting down her guard a bit because of the handsome fellow there with her. The 16 year old lad in the suit chatted politely with a tone of concern, "You seem upset, are you alright?"

"I don't even want to be here, it's some James Elliott's birthday and he's probably going to want to pick one of the really pretty girls out there, so that means I came here for no reason at all, typical"

The fellow, not wanting the young woman to know too much asked politely, "What's your name, Miss?"

"Louisa, Louisa Miriam Walker," she greeted, a little half heartedly, "How 'bout yours?"

On the fly, the fellow took her hand and shook it firmly with a goofy grin, "Just call me Jimmy-Edward." He observed Louisa laughing softly before he spoke happily, "My goodness, Louisa, you have such beautiful blue eyes!"

Louisa blushed at Jimmy-Edward's words. "Oh goodness, someone's a flirt."

The two spent the rest of the time together that evening and then Louisa couldn't find Jimmy-Edwards until she saw him up near the large windows with a globe near by them, she remembered his words clear as day.

"Louisa Miriam Walker, you are the one I want to court,"

The woman was floored, not only was the fellow she had spent most of the night with James Elliott, but she had bad mouthed him to his face and took all of it with a smile. When she asked him later, he had responded that he adored her brutality, her honesty, and her fiery passion and attitude.

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Louisa had been married now to James for 4 years, and they were expecting a child, but she was scared every time she looked in a mirror, especially now that she was recently into her second trimester.

The woman could see her mousy brown roots showing since she wasn't allowed to get her hair bleached back to golden blonde. She also was now starting to notice how her stomach was starting to swell from the baby bump. The blue-eyed woman started to cry.

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"Putting on weight? You really think he'd still love you looking like that!?" the woman named Gwendolynn barked rudely at Louisa.

The Step-Mother and Daughter were on their own at the wedding dress fitting and the bride-to-be was going to help herself to a small artisanal blueberry scone.

"I promise, mother, I'm not," the 20 year old woman responded back with politeness and fear in her voice.

The older woman who looked like a former ballerina cruelly retorted, "If your waistline is double the width of your neck, then you're as good as unlovable!"

Louisa dropped the scone like it was on fire and stepped away from the snacks and left the room, fighting back tears. The soon-to-be-Mrs. Elliott responded, doing her best to be strong, "I need a moment... I need to go get the back cinched tighter."

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James came into the room, he had been outside making sure his worker drones weren't over-watering his roses while also checking on how the vegetables in his garden were growing, and now had come inside to see how Louisa was doing. He approached the love of his life, seeing her from behind, he decided to compliment her. "Those prenatal vitamins sure are working wonders for you, Louisa," he complimented with a slight song in his voice, until he got closer and saw her saddened expression.

Louisa wiped her tears, and glanced away from James, hiding her eyes with her curtain bangs.

"What's wrong, luv?" James asked worriedly, gently pushing the hair away from his beloved's eyes.

"It's literally the silliest nonsense," Louisa brushed off as she turned away from him, looking to her stomach in dismay until she felt James place his hands lovingly on her shoulders.

"We can talk about it though," Louisa's loving husband insisted in a loving and warm Aussie accented voice, "Sit on down, and you can tell me your troubles,"

The blonde woman sat down at her vanity desk, but she didn't want to look at her reflection, she glanced at the low heeled pale pink flats she was wearing.

James picked up the brass plated hairbrush off of Louisa's vanity and started to gently brush his wife's perfectly permed golden curls as he had done ever since Louisa had a panic attack while getting ready for an event. A little caring treat that had become an almost daily routine for James to brush Louisa's hair or some little nurturing act of preening. "Now, now, Louise, tell me what troubles you."

Louisa felt courage to make eye-contact with her husband's reflection as he brushed her hair. "... Do you think I'm beautiful enough for you?"

The fellow with the dark cool-tone hair gently rubbed his wife's earlobe with his right index finger and thumb. "What ever makes you worry that, dear?"

The artificially-blonde woman leaned slightly into her doting husband's touch. "I'm not as thin as I used to be, James," she replied, her New Zealand accent audible still through the wavering of her voice, tears falling from her eyes now, she didn't want to be strong in this moment, "My roots are showing too. I'm... I'm not good enough, am I?" The sharing of her worries was met with by the sound of the hairbrush being set down and the feeling of a warm hug from behind. The JC Jensen executive lovingly soothed, "Louisa, you don't need to be thin or blonde for me to enjoy your companionship." He kissed the back of her head reassuringly. "Your personality was what I fell for, your external beauty may be a nice perk as well, but, I would love you no matter how you looked."

Louisa sniffled a little at that admission, not ready to talk yet.

James smiled as he looked to their reflection in the mirror. "Plus," he reassured in a jovial tone, "You could wear one of your lovely sunhats!"

Louisa giggled, wiping her tears away with her silk gloved hands.

James let go of her. The sweater-vested fellow walked in front of her, knelt down close and kissed Louisa's tummy. "Plus again, in here is our lovely little ball of sunshine, if we want them to come out, you're going to have to eat better, luv."

The woman in the fancy lavender sundress blushed and looked away, smiling softly.

James held Louisa's hands and responded joyfully, "I even checked the garden, there's all sorts of vegetables and fruits you can eat. Edamame beans, carrots, grape tomatoes, snap peas, cucumbers, pumpkin, strawberries, raspberries, concord grapes, sweet potatoes, and your favourite of all, capsicums."

The mention of the Aussie name of bell peppers made Louisa smile, she loved capsicums any colour they grew in, that was her favourite of all.

Louisa began to giggle as she felt James kiss her tummy more. "Oh goodness James," she trilled, now crying happy tears, "Stop that silliness."

Upon hearing the word stop, as if commanded by a queen, James stopped kissing his wife's tummy. James looked up, grinning like a Mad Hatter, but his eyes twinkling with love and adoration. "Couldn't you ask Xavier to take you back to red?" James suggested cheerfully, "Going to the salon usually helps you feel less sad."

"Last time after I told him I was pregnant, he told me that he wouldn't book me in for any colouring service until after I've had our child."

James smiled happily and joked, as he reached up and held his wife's right cheek lovingly, "Maybe I could help?"

"Don't be daft!"

The fellow stood up quickly, and with a silly funny twirl to try to brighten his wife's mood, got behind her, letting his wife laugh at his silliness. He ran his fingers through his wife's curly hair and offered happily, "No really, how bad could it go? I'm sure I could figure it out," James insisted confidently, "Besides, I could get some peroxide and lighten your roots that way. The doctors said no bleach, but they didn't say anything about peroxide, did they, luv?"

Louisa tilted her head back a little so she could see James' grey eyes that were filled with determination "Suppose not," Louisa sat happily, closing her eyes as James played with her hair, hanging off his every word of his plan.

"I'll take the afternoon off work. Then I can draw you a nice bath, make you some tea, and if the peroxide doesn't work, I'll have some dye on retainer as a plan B," James explained joyfully, he was all for it, "You could try strawberry blonde or a light ginger."

Louisa giggled happily, she loved seeing this problem solving side of her husband, it always made her adore him more. "Okay, okay, you've convinced me," she responded in her posh New Zealand accent voice, her worries and woes now forgotten, joking joyfully, "Book me in for an appointment with Jimmy-Edward!"

"Most certainly," he chuckled, using his hands to bring Louisa's hair over her shoulders, "Anyways, like I was saying earlier..." he began to joyfully explain, "Those vitamins sure are working wonders for you."

She pleaded as she placed her right hand on one of his hands that was still toying with her golden tresses, "Do elaborate, James."

"Well, your complexion looks amazing," He began to say as he took a hold of the hand she offered him, "your nails have never looked so healthy," James lifted his wife's hand gently as he leaned closer, planting a kiss on the back of her right hand as if she was royalty.

Louisa blushed, bashfully breaking eye contact with James' reflection.

"You're practically effervescently glowing," the Australian fellow insisted, his voice full of love. "And look how radiant and voluminous your hair looks," James uttered playfully, leaning closer to Louisa's ear, "It'd be a true shame to not take in the spoils of it growing like bluebells."

Louisa blushed even more, looking once again to her and her husband in the mirror before them, now feeling empowered.

"But, even your crowning glory pales in comparison to your aquamarine eyes" he addressed, gazing to their reflection, "Full of passion." He asked in a firm but loving tone, "Now, Louisa, tell me what you think. Do you think you're beautiful enough for me after all I've said?" before he kissed the back of her hand again

"I definitely do, James," Louisa replied, happy tears falling from her aquamarine eyes.

They grey-eyed fellow joyfully chuckled as he let go of his wife's hand, "Well, how about we go down to the sun room and have some vegetables?"

"I'd like that a lot," the New Zealand accented woman pleaded, standing up, still letting James hold her hand, "As long as you'll have some too."

"Of course, luv, nothing is better than mid morning smoko's snack being capsicums for two."

The end

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NEW ONE WITH NEW SHIP!

All my J x Tessa/ Manor era fics so far, mostly in order, all tying to the wig incident somehow will have a * next to them

Toddler Tessa Stories 1, 2 (in the wrong order, 2 is first)

Kid Tessa Stories from before Drones 1

The Beginning (Tessa's first Drone)

Day one

A Week Into J being there

The Catalyst for Tessa wanting to make J a wig *

The Incident >=3c (don't trust children with scissors lol) *

The Aftermath plus some flashbacks * (kinda hops all over tho) It was my first fanfic, plz be kind.

A little while after the J wig incident

Playing Pretend Still despite Tessa being 11

N helps Tessa (warning depression and sui mention)

Somewhere in between

The Day Cyn was discovered *

Idk what this is but it's a J flashback, and it's really cute *

Shortly after Tessa turned 16 TW// beratement, verbal abuse, gaslighting, mild self harm, emotional distress, corporate jobs

in the Summer before the Gala 1, 2, 3 *

Tessa died *

Bonus cuz I don't know where they fit in:

James and Louisa being wholesome 1 (before Tessa) Tessa teaching Cyn a little (Teenage Years) V's signature bob becomes a thing (Teenage Years) Cyn being Silly (Early Adolescent Years maybe?) During Episode 3 (Tessa's dead but this is Cyn being cruel to J)

Gone Girl 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9 (non canonical to my stories, it was a fun experiment) I don't like how I made James in this one, honestly I transferred most of his cruelty to Tessa over to Louisa as I wrote more.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG PLEASE, IT DOES MORE THAN LIKES DO

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HOW DARE YOU POST SUCH INTIMATE TRUE STORIES!!!

But, look how cute you were... It might get you some fans, Louisa.

R-really?

You already have two now. The one you carry around all the time and me.

Pfft, stop it!

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - Anxiety Before the Polo Match - James x Louisa

Louisa had been to the stables before with James. She had gotten to meet his lovely horse named Copper, but it was just them during that day. Now it was the day of the JC Jensen executive polo match and a now 18 year old Louisa Miriam Walker was getting stressed out because she didn't have enough time on the way there to finish her makeup or hair. She sat on an overturned bucket and cried, not caring about the dust and dirt getting on her sundress or her cross-body purse. Breathing heavily, crying, and holding herself, the woman from New Zealand was lost to her own self hatred and anxiety of not looking good enough.

Around the corner of the door bounded in James, in his polo attire, coming to prep his horse, when he saw his beloved betrothed sitting and crying. "What's wrong, my luv?" the fellow in the blue riding suit asked, kneeling down to wipe her tears.

"I-I-I don't want to be s-seen, I look AWFUL!" the artificially blonde New Zealand woman wept as she tried to calm herself by hugging herself. "Everyone is there, all the important people you know from work, and I look like a mess," She was breathing heavily now, trying to self soothe, not wanting James to see her like this, but the kindness in his eyes kept her from spiraling further.

Briefly, James kissed Louisa softly on the lips, smiling a little upon hearing his horse Copper bray gently and snort cheerfully. He held her hands in his and soothed, "You look beautiful, dear, I don't think anyone would really notice."

Louisa took off her sunhat showing the messy last-minute ponytail tied back with a red silk ribbon she did, looking down in embarrassment. "Your parents have seen me look much nicer than this though," she huffed before admitting with a somber laugh, "At least I chose to wear cry-proof mascara today."

The fellow in the polo-uniform let go of his beloved's hands. He reached back to it and gave a gentle tug at the ribbon, and let Louisa's messy ringlets flow down. "That looks much better, I think."

James' future wife started to giggle a little, blushing a lot as she tucked part of her curtain bangs behind her right ear. "It's too tangled, anyone could see that."

The freckly faced fellow wouldn't take this as an answer, even if he had never fixed long human hair before, he wanted to try. He grabbed his saddle bag and rummaged around until he found the brand new brush he had bought for his pet horse Copper. "I know it's not the nicest hairbrush, but we can make it work if you'd want."

"As long as it doesn't hurt."

The aptly named horse with the copper coloured coat whinnied happily, almost letting Louisa know that James was the gentlest brusher the horse had ever known.

"Even Copper knows," they grey eyed Aussie fellow teased happily before he offered once more, "While you fix your makeup, I can brush your hair, what do you say?"

She didn't have any real other options, and it would make her maybe feel less overwhelmed, she nodded shyly. She let out a tiny surprised sound of joy as James gently teased the back of her neck with his right hand, causing the wealthy woman to start relaxing.

James began to coax the lower tangles out, he hummed a tune to himself, not minding the task at all. "You're so much nicer to work with than Copper, he sometimes tries to nudge me with his hoof or slap me with his tail," James joked as he gently brushed.

Louisa playfully nudged her boyfriend's leg with her elbow before she got out her makeup compact.

"Yeah, almost like that," he joked back before resuming paying attention to the task while he ran his left hand down her mid-back length waves of gold, "You look lovely with your hair down, why don't you wear it that way?"

"It makes me look too soft, that and it's apparently not very appropriate," the fair-complexioned lady responded, putting on some foundation to make sure any small blemishes were hidden.

"I think you should wear it down today for a change, some gold as a good luck charm so that I win the match."

"Goodness, James, you don't need luck, you're skillful and have a remarkable horse."

Copper whinnied in approval at his human's girlfriend's assessment.

James finished working out the tangles and asked lovingly, "But the photo of us after the match, with your golden mane hanging down like a veil of sunlight, don't you think that would look lovely?" He got out some mane and tail conditioner and put a little in the palm of his hands, rubbing his hands together before he used it to tame some of the frizz that had appeared from brushing. "But it's up to you,"

The woman in the sundress stopped putting on her soft pink lipstick and slightly tilted her head back so she could better feel her boyfriend's gentle massaging of the product into her hair. "That feels so good," Ms LM Walker sighed, this felt like pure bliss, "If I were a horse, I'd be the luckiest mare in the stable with you around."

James hummed the tune 'Waltzing Matilda' as he continued to run his fingers through Louisa's hair, making sure that it was perfectly smooth and tended to with the conditioner. He fluffed up the ringlets a little with his hands before he stopped. "I don't want to do anything more yet, since I don't know how to do anything else just yet, but I think you look ravishing, luv."

Louisa held up her compact mirror to get a better look. She smiled admiring how wavy her hair was without being frizzy, enjoying seeing it flowing down like a curtain of gold. "Oh goodness James, are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Nope, Louise, I've only worked with horse hair until now."

Louisa teased playfully, "Well... I won't bother you with this task... but... thanks for calming me down."

James playfully twirled the hairbrush and hung it on the little hook by the door keeping Copper in his stable stall. His Aussie voice quelled lovingly, "It's not a trouble at all, dear, and I wouldn't mind if you did need my help again, after all, if we're going to get married in a year and three quarters I want to be able to make you feel right as rain."

Louisa bit her lip a little and blushed at the happy thought, holding the tiny makeup mirror so her and James were both in it. "I love you, James Elliott."

"I love you too, Louisa Walker Miriam," he soothed to her lovingly, helping her put back on her sunhat. The fellow in the blue-accented polo uniform walked in front of her and held out his hand as if almost offering her to dance, "How about you and I ride to the field on Copper together?"

Copper bowed slightly to Louisa, as he had been trained to do by James.

"R-really?" Louisa excitedly giggled, letting through a little bit of the young excitable girl she used to be before her step-mother had stripped most of it away with what she had called 'lessons in perfection'

"Yes, now, come on, you can ride in with me like a fair maiden accompanying her prince."

Once the saddle was on, and James had helped Louisa onto the back of his horse, he too hopped onto the back of his noble steed, and the two rode out of the stables on Copper's back out to the field so he could take her to the stands to watch the match.

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It was a couple days before the wedding, and Louisa was holding the photograph from that day, she smiled proudly upon the picture of her and her soon-to-be husband. "I love him, so much... I can hardly wait a few more days."

Louisa noticed on her dresser desk a gift box adorned with a red silk ribbon. Curiosity got the better of her, as she pulled the ribbon and opened the box. Seeing the contents of the gift made her smile, for it was a gold plated fancy hairbrush, but also a bottle of mane and tail conditioner. She let out a little chuckle and picked up her phone to text a bunch of hearts to James.

As she set down her phone, she sighed wistfully and muttered to herself cheerfully, "James... you're so wonderful."

The End