#like you know Logan was the kind of dad that didn't want his sons playing with stuffed toys past a certain age

[waystarresourceco]

As a kid, Kendall had a raccoon toy named Ralph. (x)

Jeremy Strong on Kendall's childhood via his mess of a birthday party from an interview between Jeremy Strong and Adam McKay for Variety.

[thefudge]

what do you make of roman's whole deal with mencken? he's obviously clinging to Mencken's election as a way to please his dad, but what is it about mencken specifically? is he genuinely into his nazi beliefs? does he just want someone powerful in his pocket ala Shiv with Mattson? is it more about ATN/Logan's legacy? and there's psychosexual tension between them as another factor but idk whether the writers would ever be overt with it what it means in the way they are gerri/roman

you summed it up pretty well, actually

he does want to please his dad and *be* him, in some form (he kept telling kendall this is what their father would've done), and he's also drawn to mencken's personality. i think mencken kind of reminds him of logan, but also! he probably thinks mencken is the kind of "good son" logan would've wanted, because roman keeps saying "mencken was dad's choice". roman knows deep down he can never be the son logan wanted, so he'll cling to the next best thing, even if a part of him must know mencken is a dirtbag. and the gerri/roman parallel is apt; that relationship, for all its messiness, is healthy and "good" for roman. it's only because of his feelings for gerri that roman felt he could stand up to his dad. when gerri said "i could've got you there" it also means "i could've got you to a point where you didn't need your father's approval anymore". with logan dead and roman unable to cope with it, he clings to the toxic relationship, the stand-in logan, aka mencken.

that being said, i have mixed feelings about 4x08. yes, roman was despicable and we are supposed to see that despite his occasional kindness and humanity, he is rotten and unable to let go of that rottenness. buuuut i think this show sometimes loves its nasty one-liners a bit too much. like, the dialogue on succession is so good because it shows restraint, because it's balanced. if most of the episode is just gotcha one-liners it feels rote and artificial. yes, it was an unpleasant episode on purpose, but i kind of think that, objectively, it wasn't very good. not because i'm rooting for the siblings and want them to win, but because i felt it was too gimmicky and trying too hard to be edgy. i think it could've been a bit more nuanced. roman, for all his faults, is not the same person he was in 1x01. yes, do make him be a nazi-sympathizing jackass, but don't toss out his complicated feelings on these issues. i'm absolutely fine with watching terrible people be terrible and i enjoy it, but the writers have consistently tried to show these terrible people as multifaceted, and this episode manages to do that with shiv and kendall, but seemingly leaves roman in the dust. which is kind of ironic, because they included that whole exchange about roman never getting to eat steak. the writers kind of play the same game with him. one episode he's three dimensional, the next he's a cartoon. and i would not mind this if this were the case for all the siblings. if they were all presented as one-dimensional assholes i'd enjoy the heck out of it, but kendall and shiv are never reduced to that. maybe roman is the worst of them, idk, but from a storytelling pov, it just seems sloppy and gimmicky.

roman aside, the episode just felt too try-hard for me, especially throwing in the complication with kendall's daughter which feels tacked on instead of properly explored. given that previous episodes have been much more carefully written, this one felt lazy. i liked the tom/shiv confrontation, for instance, i think it was well done, but we never see tom have a moment to himself about the pregnancy, which he absolutely would have. also, because we've spent so much time with this family, the goings-on in american politics feel remote and not very believable. i'm not saying it's not believable mencken would be elected (even with all the illegal shenanigans); i'm saying it feels sort of dismissive, like "here's that guy from season 3, remember him?" and it doesn't seem to have narrative weight. maybe that's on purpose; the fate of the country doesn't ultimately affect the billionaires. but since we get a whole episode dedicated to this, you'd think it would feel more meaningful idk. it might just be me, but this episode's writing felt weaker to me.

i think succession sometimes falls into the GOT trap of doing big, shocking, meme-worthy, twitter moments without much substance to them.

[wolfverse-stories]

Magneto's Kids

Chapter 1

Before we begin I would like to clarify that this story contains two quicksilvers Peter being the x-men (movies) version and Pietro the the MCU versionDisclaimer: I do not own x-men or Marvel only Wolfverse original characters

      Erik had expected many things when storming into Stryker's lab. What he did not expect to see was a line of beds with mutants on them. I mean sure he expected to see mutants strapped on beds, being experimented on, but he did not expect them to be in order of most injured to least injured or that the lesser injured mutants had been there longer.

     "What in the world?" Scott stared with his mouth wide open. Everyone turned to Hank looking for some kind of explanation. Looking around the room he quickly grabbed a file and flipped through it.

      "Experiment Wolverine blood" everyone turned to Logan who just gave a huff "It's some sort of healing serum" Everyone nodded then started to free the injured mutants. Erik walked over to the young mutant at the end, he had some small bruises but otherwise looked fine.

     "Come on get up" The young mutants' eyes fluttered open before shutting tight due to the blinding light. Erik carefully looked over the young mutant he had white hair and blue eyes, something about this kid was so familiar. His skin was extremely pale like he hadn't been outside in years.

     "Where am I?" he looked around confused but not scared which surprised Erik. Not really having the time or wanting to answer that question Erik pushed the kid to his feet and led him to the ship. After he was certain the kid was safe Erik ran back inside to help the others.

Time skip

     When they got back to the mansion Hank checked over all the mutants that were experimented on and put them each in separate rooms. He then carefully examined their files. The X-men all gathered in the main hall bragging about their newest victory including Peter who was talking with a mouth full of cupcake. Erik had managed to find a quiet room to rest and was currently reading a book when someone started knocking at the door.

     "Whoever it is go away before I crush you with the lawn mower" Erik threatened. But to his annoyance, the knocking did not stop. "I swear Peter if this is another game of one hundred questions-" Erik opened the door to see Hank "oh it's you"

     "Erik there's something you need to look at" Hank pulled out one of the files they had taken from the lab and handed it to him "This is the file of that white-haired mutant you saved" Erik looked puzzled as he took the file.

     "What exactly am I looking for?" Erik flipped through the pages until something caught his eye. Pietro Maximoff son of Magneto a.k.a. Erik lehnsherr brother of scarlet witch a.k.a Wanda Maximoff.

     "He's on the third floor second door to your left" Hank replied as if reading his mind. Erik nodded and went up the stairs. When he got to the room Pietro was sitting in bed bouncing a blue ball off the wall. Erik couldn't put his finger on it but the kid reminded him of someone.

     "Hey mind if I come in?" Pietro looked towards him and shrugged. Erik took that as a yes and entered the room.

      "You're the guy that saved me right?" Erik nodded "thanks, sorry I'm not really use to this" 'don't worry it runs in the family' Erik thought.

     "My students call me Magneto, come to think of it most people call me Magneto" he sends Pietro a smile. Scott and Storm who were currently spying from the air vent gasped in shock.

     "I'm Pietro most people call me Quicksilver" Erik didn't understand 'like mercury does that mean he knows I'm his dad?' "I got the name because of my super speed when I run all anyone sees is a flash of silver

      "I see, I got my name because I can manipulate medals at my will" after a few minutes of silence Erik dug through his pockets and pulled out a deck of cards "Want to play Uno" Pietro nodded and they played for about four hours. After that Erik would come to Pietro's room every day to check on him. They would talk and play a game of Uno, Erik tried to play chest with Pietro but he got bored of chest very quickly. Erik enjoyed the time he spent with his son and grew very close to him. A month later Hank asked Erik to meet with him and Charles.

     "We found Pietro's sister," Charles said as Erik entered the room. "She is in his room talking to him, we both think it is time you tell them before they leave" Hank nods. 'Leave?' Erik's stomach dropped. He hasn't even got to meet his daughter yet. Erik darted out of the room up to Pietro's room. He looked in to see Pietro and a red-haired girl crying and hugging 'this is it'

Pietro's point of view

    I can't believe everything that has happened recently first I'm dead and then I'm not. next thing I know I'm thrown in a ship and taken to some sort of Castle. But I really have enjoyed being here aside from being locked in a room for the first two weeks. I've made a lot of friendships. The person I've become closest to is Erik he has been kind of like a dad to me. I would give anything to be his real son.

     "Pietro?" I'm interrupted from my thoughts by a small cry I look up to see someone I never thought I'd see again.

     "Wanda" Joy rushes through me as I dart over to my younger sister. I hug her as though I thought I might lose her. For the first time in my life, I don't care who sees me cry. I hear a knock at the door before Erik starts to open it. Wanda quickly wipes away the tears in her eyes.

      "Hello, my name is Wanda thank you so much for finding my brother" she smiles reaching out to shake Erik's hand.

     "Wanda Pietro I need to tell you something" I turn to him "My name is Erik Lehnsherr, I am your father" What that's impossible.

     "No our father died when a mortar shell hit our apartment building" I don't understand, shouldn't I be happy just a minute ago I was wishing he was my father.

     "When you were two and Wanda was one I left both of you" my heart broke into a million pieces. He abandoned us, he abandoned me "I found out that your mom died two months later and you were in a foster home" Anger and sorrow flood me. He didn't want me.

     "You didn't even try to find us" I glare at Erik. My knees feel weak and my chest hurts.

     "Pietro" he reached out for me but I pushed him away before dashing off. Everything hurts and all I can think about is running so I do.

Erik's point of view

     "You didn't even try to find us" Pietro's voice shook in anger. The look of betrayal in his eyes hurts worse than a dagger to the heart. I want to hold him close and tell him everything is going to be okay.

      "Pietro" I reach out for his shoulder but he pushes me away before dashing off. I turn to Wanda expecting the same reaction but instead I get a look of sympathy and understanding.

     "I understand why you did it" I look at her a little confused how does she know? "I'm telepathic" I make a mental reminder not to ever make her mad. "Going that fast he'll tire out soon"

      "I need to find out where he is going to stop" I look at her hoping for some kind of clue.

     "He's going to Crystal falls" Wanda looks at me with sad eyes, it's like all I'm able to do is cause my children sorrow. "It was our adopted mom's favorite place he always goes there when he's sad" I pull my daughter into a hug and tell her I love her before going to find Pietro.

     It takes around an hour to get to Crystal falls. When I get there Pietro is already sitting near the water's edge back against a tree looking down. As I get closer I can him crying softly. He doesn't notice I'm in front of him until I gently put a hand on his shoulder.

     "Do you know what it feels like to be such a failure that your own dad doesn't want you" his voice is full of anger, more at himself than me. How could I ever have let my son think he is unwanted? I pull him close to me and look him in the eye.

     "Pietro I didn't leave you because I didn't want you" I hug him "I left you because I didn't want you to get hurt" I feel him bury his head into my shoulder sobbing. I feel a mix of anger and sorrow, how could I have abandoned my children, before I realize tears are streaming down my face. I silently make a promise from this moment on to be the best father ever.

Third person point of view

     After a while, Pietro finally let go and looked at his father "I forgive you"

     "My turn" Wanda darted out from behind some bushes "Group hug" Pietro and Erik laughed then hugged her. Wanda felt so happy to finally have a family again.

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[purplebutterflywriting]

Day 28 - Grave

From @hiddendreamer67 ‘s inktober prompt list.

Word count: 676 words.

Warnings: Death mention.

Logan was different from his parents. They looked similar enough, with their hands and feet and faces but… Logan was small. And not just child small, he was really small. As in, able-to-sit-on-his-parents'-palm small.

He asked them about it once, but they started making uncomfortable faces at each other and he'd quickly taken back his question. It was fine, he didn't need to know.

As he grew older though, his curiosity grew harder to ignore. Of course, he wasn't stupid. He knew what adoption was and he knew it was unlikely that he was their biological son. Pat and Virgil must've simply adopted him. Maybe his first parents didn't want him because he was so freakishly small? (Pat always told him he was perfect the way he was, but Logan wasn't blind: his size wasn't normal).

Since he couldn't play with other children - those who were of his parents' size - he spent a lot of time on his own, making tools or playing games on the internet. He’d done a lot of research on his short stature, but some things didn’t add up. According to a Wikipedia article, dwarfism referred to people shorter than 4’10”, and Logan wasn’t even half a foot tall. He was smaller than the smallest adult ever. Heck, he was smaller than a newborn baby, and he was fifteen already! Sure, he wasn’t done growing yet, but he also wasn’t delusional.

That particular string of research had brought up a whole existential crisis of its own, after which he’d been too confused scared curious to keep quiet to his parents. Just what was he? That was what brought him here, warmly dressed in the inner pocket of Dad’s coat.

Virgil didn’t like to be called ‘Dad’. He allowed it generally but Logan had seen his face tense up whenever he said it. That’s why he called his parents by their names now, except for moments where he wanted safety. And now, he kind of wanted safety.

Not that he was in danger, of course. Dad and Pa would never hurt him, he knew that all too well. It was just that, when he’d asked his questions, Dad had somberly replied that he’d ‘explain everything’ and then asked him to get dressed. Logan didn’t know where they were going, but he knew they’d gotten on a bus. Not that he’d seen anything, of course - his parents didn’t want other people to see him - but he knew the sounds well enough.

Leaves crunched underneath Dad’s booth, and a few minutes later, the zipper of the coat came down. “Alright Logan, we’re here.” Logan climbed out of the pocket and onto Dad’s waiting hand, shivering a bit in the wind. Dad lowered him to the ground and he looked around, immediately spotting the gigantic tree before them.

“What’s here?”

Dad crouched and pointed at the base of the tree, and now Logan could see some markings. He walked over, a frown on his face. The markings were carved into the wood of the tree, unvisible unless you knew they were there. He traced them with a finger, eventually making out the shape of a gravestone with the letters R.I.P. on it. A chill ran down his spine, not from the wind this time.

“Dad? What is this?”

“It’s a grave,” Dad replied, looking away. “This is where I buried your father twelve years ago.”

That answered and raised so many questions that Logan didn’t know what to say. A whirlwind of emotions flowed through him, most too fleeting to really grasp. “You knew him?” he asked eventually, and hope became more prominent. If he knew his father then he might know what Logan was, and it could help with this feeling of… wrongness he’d felt over the past few years.

Much to his confusion though, Dad shook his head. “No, I didn’t know him.”

“Then why…” He didn’t finish his question. He didn’t need to.

Virgil took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. “Because I’m the one who killed him.”

[theangrypokemaniac]

I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was  inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

...

Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: Cant help falling in love (8/?) Part 2.

Here it is.. part 2 of chapter 8... is that really Logans mom? How does Ellies dad react to the news she is married to Colt??? You can catch up HERE. And as always, if you want to be added to the tags, drop me a line.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

“Riya! Damnit.” Ellie gasped, Riya instantly cupping her mouth. Ellie Stood making her way over to her father.

Colt stood behind Logan,  schock written all over his face at the series of events. Riya just announced to everyone that He and Ellie were married. Her father being an ex cop, was probably about to kill him, sure he had a gun or two, or three laying around. And did Logan just say Mom?

Logan stood there, completely stunned, baked beans covering his shoes.  Was he imagining things? Because the woman standing there next to Ellie's dad looked an awful lot like his mother.  He remembered seeing her when the foster parents would bring him to the jail to visit. That all changed when he got sent to live with a shitty set and he ran away, never looking back.

“Logan? Logan is that you?” Sally spoke, tears in her eyes.

Frank looked between the two, dumbfounded. Of all the women in the world he would fall for, he had to pick the one who was possibly the father of his grandchild, and an ex criminal. His eyes darted past Logan and locked right onto Colt, who stood frozen in place. “You!” He seethed, Pointing a finger at him. “Oh shit.” Colt quickly placed the pan he was holding down on the table and took off into the house.

“Oh no you dont, get back here.” Frank took off running after him, coleslaw dripping from his pants. “Dad, wait.” Ellie followed the two into the house. “Dad, just wait. You don't understand.” He froze in place “what don't I understand? How you ended up married to him,” He pointed to Colt who stood at the door. “Because that I don't understand.  How did this happen? When did this happen?”

“6 years ago. In vegas.” Her dad's eyes went wide. “iIt was the night before, well everything went down with the brotherhood.” Her dad slumped down on the couch, the feelings of that time crashing down on him. “She asked for an annulment Mr Martin. This isn't Ellies fault, I didn't file it. If you want to blame anyone, blame me, not her.” Colt stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers.

Her dad let out a long sigh “Well, at least if He's Lucas father, you'll be married.” Ellie closed her eyes “I'm filing for divorce.” Her dads face reddened. “Colt,  why don't you go outside and help out. I need a word with my daughter.” Colt hesitated, waiting for her command. She was his queen, she would always be his queen no matter what, and he would do anything she asked of him, but he wouldn't willingly divorce her. “Go ahead colt.”  He nodded walking back out to the back yard, leaving Ellie and her dad to have a serious discussion.

Logan blinked, stunned. “What. How did you.” He couldn't form the words.  

“Logan, I have been looking for you ever since i got out of jail.” Colt stopped immediately, backing up a pace to hear what was going on. “Oh really? And when was that? Because it seems you haven't done a great job of it.” Logan stood arms folded.  “well, there wasn't much of a trail to follow, you stayed pretty well hidden. The last bit of information I got you were in California, so I came out here.” Logan stared at her, still in Shock that his mother was there. “Can we talk? Please Logan, you have no idea how long I have been waiting to see you.” Logan nodded and the two walked off alone.  

Colt looked over to where toby and Luca were sitting at the kiddie pool, he walked over “Hey squirt, why the long face?”  “Is grampy mad at you?” she sniffled. “No, he's not mad at me sweetie. Everything is ok.” he assured her. “Hey Colt, um aunt Riya said you and mommy are married. Does that mean you're my daddy?”

"Eliana Renne Martin, what the hell do you mean you're filing for divorce?" Frank shouted. "Dad, calm down." "I thought you would be more mad at the fact Ive been married for 6 years and didn't tell you."

"Dont rock the boat Ellie. What is your reasoning for divorcing? Our family does not divorce, trust me it would have been easier to divorce your mother when she got bad, but I didnt did I?"

"No. You didnt. I just, dad we were 18 and 19, we were young and uncertain if we would be in jail or dead." Her father shutteres at the memory.

"I cant talk to you about this. I think youre makimg a huge mistake, but youre my daughter and I love you. Just please, please think about it."

Colt stood there in Shock,  not sure how to handle or answer it. He was relieved when he seen Ellie come out of the house, luckily she was headed right for them. “What's going on?” She noticed the uncertain look on Colts face. “Someone heard the announcement, and has a question.” Ellie looked down at her daughter “Mommy, if you're married to Colt, does that mean he's my daddy?” Her eyes went wide, she looked between the two,she had no idea how to answer without generating a lot more questions. “Well, sweetie i'm not sure. But how about, how about you go to see what grampy is doing ok?” Luca nodded and walked away, they look on her face told her this wasn't the last she would hear about it.

“Im sorry el, She just came out of nowhere. I didn't know what to say.” Colt ran his hand over his face. “Its ok. I didn't either. Lets just hope we get these results back soon. So we know for sure.”  Ellie looked over at Logan sitting by himself, a beer in hand. “I should probably go check in on him.” Colt nodded as she walked away.

“Mind some company?” He looked up, and patted the seat next to him. “So. I guess you heard my mom is dating your dad.” he snorted.

“I heard something like that. How crazy is that?” he let out a half hearted laugh. “But seriously, how are you handling it?”

“I don't know. I'm kind of excited to finally have my mom around. On the other hand, i'm scared.”

Logan told her how his mom was in a car with his dad and a friend. She had been dating him for a little while and they stopped at a bank, his dad apparently robbed it and she was locked up as an accessory. When she got out finally Logan had ran away from foster care and hid himself pretty well. “I guess It's nice to not be alone anymore.” Ellie grabbed his hand “hey, you're not alone. All these people here, the crew, me, Luca. We're you family. You haven't been alone because wherever you go, were with u. Right here.” She placed her hand on his heart. “Thanks Ellie. The same goes for me. I'll always be there for you, no matter what.” He kissed her cheek, and walked over to where Mona and Ximena were standing.

Ellie sat there watching her dad and Sally talk, for a few minutes before hugging and kissing. She turned her head, not wanting to see that. She wondered if her dad knew about Sallys past. She seemed like a very nice woman, and she had not seen her dad so happy. Not in a long time, not since before her mother died. She learned years ago not to judge a book by its cover, so she would give her the benefit of the doubt. If she hurt Logan, she would hunt her down and handle her, herself.  

The day went on, the drama of day seemed to fade away, and everyone ate and were enjoying themselves.  They had a corn hole tournament going on in one corner. Toby lounged in Lucas swimming pool, buzzed and sunburnt, but happy as hell. Logan and Mona were on one team, while Ximena and Darius were on another. Stacie, and Sally sat around watching them.

Colt relaxed in a lounge chair, Luca asleep in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. “You're seriously holding her while she sleeps?” Colt chuckled “well Logan was holding her,  he passed her off to me when it was his turn in Corn hole. She just, fell asleep.” Ellie shook her head. “Suns starting to set, we should probably wake her soon so we can head over to the field and see the fireworks.”  “yeah, my arms dead, so sounds good to me.”

“Luca honey, time to wake up.” Ellie stroked her hair. She started to stir a bit. “He squirt, it's almost time for fireworks. Get up.” Lucas eyes fluttered open. “Can I have some ice cream?” she spoke with a yawn. “Yup. Come on, I'll take you.” Colt stood shaking the sleep from his arm as they disappeared into the house.

Riya slid up next to her. “Watching those two fawn all over Luca has got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen.” Ellie's mouth flew open. “Ri, you're married and have a son.”

“I know. But seriously, I'm not even sure why you want to divorce Colt. He's clearly still in love with you. Unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Unless you want to be with Logan instead.” Riya waggled her eyes at her.

“I don't know what I want. It's just the right thing to do, divorcing colt. We were so young.”

She rolled her eyes “Whatever you say Ellie.”

“Are you Drunk Riya? And where is Marcus?”

“Mayyyybeeeee.” She giggled. “Dare set the pack n play up in the house, hes sleeping mom sheesh.” Ellie playfully pushed Riyas arm.

They headed out to the field to watch the fireworks display. Toby playing music to go with the show. “Uncle Logie, dance with me.” Luca stood up yanking on his shirt. “Oh sweetie, Stacie asked me to dance first.” Luca puffed out her bottom lip “Ok.” she turned to walk away “Lulu wait. Of course I'll dance with you. Stacie said its ok.” Luca beamed as Logan spun her around. Countless awes coming from the women watching. “Logan is such a good dancer.” Ellie sighed as she watch him float across the black top with her daughter.  

Colt cocked his brow. “Hey. I remember us having some pretty good moves.”

“Of course we did. Are you. Are you Jealous Colt?” she eyed him suspiciously.

“Dance with me Ellie.” she smirked taking his hand. “Oh I guess For old times sakes.”  the song changed as Colt pulled her closer. “You remember this song?”

“How could I forget it.”

Her mind went back to that night in Vegas.

*****

Ellie stood in the empty room, her shaking hands flattened the front of the short white dress she picked up at chapel boutique. Under better circumstances she would have had her father there to give her away, Riya as her maid of honor. She would have spent months picking out her flowers, the dress, the colors, food. But this right here, was what she wanted to do in the moment. Not knowing what the next day would hold. Would she be in jail, dead? She wanted to experience getting married,  she loved Colt, and Colt Loved her. A knock came at the door. “You ready sugar?” An older lady dressed in a tight patent leather dress asked her as she handed her a bouquet.

Ellie nodded as she stepped out of the room. A soft melody began to play as she stepped onto the aisle runner, her eyes locking with Colts.

His breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her. He looked handsome wearing a black suit, he fidgeted with his fingers, anxious to take her hands in his. She stood before him, as they joined hands. “Ellie, you are breathtaking.” his voice cracked with emotion,  making her tear up. “You look so handsome Colt.”

They turned towards the officiant, dressed head to toe like Elvis. “Dearly Beloved. Uh huh. We are gathered here today to join these two hearts together.” They tried to stifle their laughter, quickly composing themselves. “Do you Colton Take Eliana to be your wife?” Colt slid the ring on her finger “I do.”

“And do you Eliana take Colton to be your Husband?” She slid the ring onto his finger “I do.”

“By the state of Nevada and the King, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride. Uh huh.” He shifted his hips in true Elvis fashion. As Colt took her in his arms, their lips meeting in a sensual, sweet kiss.

They shared a first dance, in the chapel. Colt pulling her close to him.

Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you.

“You know. I think the king was onto something with this song.” Colt smirked. “Oh? And what's that Mr Kaneko?”

“I couldn't help falling in love with you, Mrs Kaneko.”

*****

“I wish you would reconsider the divorce El.” Colts words pulling her from the memory.

Take my hand, take my whole life too. But I can't help, falling in love with you.

“Colt. It's just the right thing to do.”

“the right thing for who? Because I still Love you Ellie. Can you honestly say you don't still Love me?” She stared at him for a moment,  stunned. “I… I…” A loud boom went off above them, Luca came running up “Mommy. Mommy. Its starting.” She grabbed her hand “come on Colt, sit with us.” Her free hand grabbing his.

The next morning Ellie drove into town, she entered the building and stood in line. Her mind swirling from the night before, the dance with Colt, watching Logan dance with Luca. She was so confused, so lost. “Next.” She heard the woman call out. She walked up the desk

“How can I help you?”

She took a deep breath. “I need to file for divorce.”

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