#love surprising her w a nice cup o Joe :)

[firmgripplz]

You’ll only have to place your coffee order in front of me once baby - I got it after that 🌸

[bitch-butter]

hello! can i request "You didn't do anything wrong, there's nothing to apologize for" for any ship of your choosing? or any AU you want? i just really love how your writing flows, it's so cohesive-- don't take this the wrong way but like. i adore sitting down and actually analyzing your stuff structurally? seeing how it works and weaves together to make a whole just makes the shriveled up eng lit major inside me really happy.

w o o f this one ran away from me a little bit, it incorporates some Things I was thinking of re: forgiveness/webgott last month, and it's bit different than pure H/C but I hope you find something to like in it! Thank you for your lovely compliment~

Yes, it's webgott bc i am chained to The Rhythm

4. "You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for."

He cleared the drawer once more, eyes scanning into its dark corners for any sign of a missed sock, undershirt, some hidden treasure that he had many years ago deemed worthy of being put in the back of the underwear drawer. Raising his brows, Joe shook his head at himself as he closed it resolutely, tossing his bounty into his pack and stuffing the top with the sack that contained his bathroom shit.

Even remembering the days he used to be able to leave the house with just his keys made him want to sigh like a goddamn cow in the summertime. Now he needs the bag, the car, and Web just to go across the bay.

Speak of the devil, Web padded into the bedroom with his usual September expression: weary, exhilarated, slightly frustrated. Wordlessly, he crossed past Joe to the bed and slumped face-first onto it with a groan.

“Done?” Joe questioned, zipping up the bag.

Making a soft grunt of a sound, Web curled his arms around his head. “Done,” he said, face mashed against the bed.

“Well, get to it,” Joe said, stepping over to land a light smack against Web’s ass and grinning at the outraged whine he got in response. “Don’t want to be late,” he tossed over his shoulder as he stepped back out to the hall, making for the kitchen.

Even out here he can hear the sound Web makes, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. “I’ve changed my mind!”

“No you didn’t!” Joe called back, grabbing the butter left on the counter and shoving it in the fridge, letting his eyes make one final sweep around the kitchen. “If you don’t show your reputation won’t ever recover.”

“Your mother loves me,” Web toned, and Joe couldn’t help a snicker as he moved through the hall back to the bedroom, where Web had at least moved to lay on his back, knees up. “She wouldn’t care, she’d probably let me move in with her if you ever kicked me out.”

Rolling his eyes, Joe stood at the food of the bed, arms folded. “Not with Yom Kippur, you’re not allowed to fuck around. She was happy you said you wanted to come, you don’t want to disappoint her.”

Heaving out a long breath, Web folded his hands behind his head, eyes lowered as he peered down at Joe. His knees tilted just so, his lips quirking, and Joe could see the fucking thought forming in his head before he had a chance to open his mouth.

“No.”

“We have time,” Web said, extending one leg to poke his toes into the left side of Joe’s stomach.

Clicking his tongue, he took hold of the other man’s ankle, giving it a soft pull and smiling in satisfaction as Web tried to pull it back to no avail. “If you think I’m going to miss my last fucking meal just to fuck you then you have another thing coming, alright?”

With a disgruntled twist of his lips Web pulled his leg in again, a little jerk that ushered Joe down onto the mattress as well. “You weren’t this dedicated last year,” he noted lightly, free of the reproach that might have accompanied the words if his family had said them.

Shaking his head, Joe decided to throw Web a bone and settled beside him, at least staying up on his elbows. “Different places,” he said simply.

Web looked up at him fondly, hand coming up to smooth over Joe’s hairline, sweeping it back and trailing behind his ear. “So, how will we spend tonight, then?” he asked quietly, eyes still following along where his hand moved. “If not in bed.”

Breath going slow with the contact, he tilted his head into the touch contentedly. “Well, tonight we’re going to eat like kings, Rach will probably be trying to get drunk in the pantry and hoping nobody notices, we’ll sleep in the attic, then tomorrow we spend a lot of fucking time at the synagogue.”

“And we don’t eat,” Web stated, assured.

“No eating, no drinking,” Joe nodded, brow furrowing at the sight of an eyelash on the other man’s cheek, reaching for it mindlessly.

Humming, Web closed his eyes to accommodate him. “Does this have a corresponding Catholic holiday I can retrofit in my mind?”

“I don’t know, you guys got a day where you feel really guilty about everything?” he asked, presenting the lash to Web balanced on the tip of his finger.

Blinking, Web frowned thoughtfully. “Birthdays.”

“Make your wish, you prick,” Joe grumbled, holding back his smile as Web grinned up at him, pausing momentarily before blowing the lash away into the room. Indulgently, he moved in closer, cupping the warmth of Web’s face in his palm and looking down on him with a feeling as close to serenity as he ever has here, in their bed, the sunlight coming in through their window.

Web returned his gaze, his own hand tracing along the back of Joe’s neck. “Do you confess?”

“Sure.”

“Alone?”

“All together,” he corrected, absently rubbing at the spot on Web’s cheek where he had plucked the lash. “You recite it, while you do this,” he said, shifting gently to bring his hand down to Web’s chest, knocking gently against him, just above his heart, with a loose fist.

Web watched his fist, a bemused smile growing over his lips. “Why?”

Settling his hand over the spot, Joe rubbed gently at him. “To punish your heart.”

Smile stilling over his face, Web absorbed his words with quiet interest, eyes floating down along Joe’s neck to the dark burrow of his chest where it pressed against the bed. “Isn’t the sinning hurt enough?”

Trust Web to try to loop him into a conversation about semantics of all fucking things. He must be more anxious to start his classes than Joe thought. “I don’t know,” he half-shrugged, eyes on his own hand over Web’s heart. “If you’re the sort who doesn’t like hurting people, maybe.”

Web nodded, accepting, smile turning more wistful, thoughtful “That’s nice, to be able to get it all out of the way at once.”

“What, you turned in a paper late?” Joe teased.

Flicking behind Joe's ear, Web looked up at him balefully, just a touch of that familiar humor at the edge of his mouth, like a dimple made of light. “I’d apologize to you, obviously.”

Huffing out a surprised laugh, Joe looked discerningly down at him. “You got something you want to tell me?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Web shook his head softly, hand curling around his neck once more and seeming to anchor him down even further, their faces close enough to see the earnest upset around the angles of the other man’s eyes. “You know.”

Web does this. Likes to see monsters where there are none, invent storm clouds heading for them, and it makes him behave like a child sometimes and a man others. He’s a contrarian, down even past his bones and into the dust of the universe that lived in his being, it is an unchangeable fact. Telling him that there’s nothing to worry about accomplished nothing at the best of times.

Not that it’s ever stopped him trying.

“You don’t have to apologize to me for a fucking thing,” Joe rebuked solidly, hand moving from Web’s heart to his head, fingers resting just north of the delicate point of his hairline. “Sincerely.”

“I do, I…” Web parried, eyes unyielding where they looked up into Joe’s, somehow free of the sort of conflict he contained when he started thinking he and Joe had different opinions. “I know that this isn’t easy, dealing with me. And you do,” he continued, and this close he can see the way his eyes are stuck on his lips, the thought filling him with affection. “And you’re amazing.”

Giving in, chest bowing in like the hull of a sinking ship, he caught Web’s lips with his own, a hot smack of a thing that stole his breath, gave it to Web, who in turn gave it back to him better, better. “You don’t have to apologize for living, doll,” he shook his head, their nose practically knocking. “That’s not the point.”

Web didn’t seem soothed by the kiss, still appearing occupied with some train of thought that sought to carry him off and away from Joe’s eyes. “I still think of it sometimes, you know.”

Joe frowned. “What?”

“That day,” Web said, as though it should be evident.

He has to pause and think. They’ve lived a lot of days together, not just these ones that they’ve spent in this apartment, but the ones they spent as voices over the phone, words on a page, men in uniforms hiding from each other like chameleons. How is he meant to know which day Web means from the thousands they’ve had?

Looking down, the blue of Web’s eyes reminds him absently of Austrian skies. Mountains.

Yes. He knows.

“I think sometimes I should apologize to you and never stop,” Web said gently, managing to keep hold of Joe’s eyes as they blinked back and forth and back and forth into the memory.

He hadn’t thought about that day in a long time. Which isn’t to say he never does, but it’s been a time. If he concentrates he can still feel the sun on his neck, the unnatural sweatiness of his palms, how his face had somehow felt cold, waxy. Picturing the house, the dark guts of it with the man inside squirming like half-digested meat, still fills him with the primal sort of rage that only visits him in his dreams. All around the periphery of the memory is Web, that day he had decided that whoever David Webster was he wanted no part of it.

“It’s in the past,” he excused weakly.

Web pulled in a short breath, face carefully open. “I know it is.”

“So let it be.”

Frown deepening, Web’s brought his eyes back down, and even this small departure felt like shrapnel. Joe combed through his hair, rubbing at his scalp, jostling him enough to win his eyes back. Web opened his mouth, struggling, before settling into the intention. “Do you still think about it?”

“Of course,” he said dully, voice still caught somewhere in his memory.

“Do you ever think I owe you an apology?” Web asked, voice quiet and eyes steady.

The question drops through him like rain. He’s thought of that day hundreds of times, thousands. When he lets his mind walk back up that hill, shining in the sun like the cover of the storybooks his mother would read to him, it isn’t Web he’s thinking of. He thinks of a forest of trees, of the way that one can become millions, and those millions become legion. That day had been about a lot of things, he hadn’t ever intended for Web to be one of them.

Web has apologized to him in too many ways to count. But this memory is deeper than they are, the kind of wound that might close over but will still carry a piece of metal, even smaller than a sliver, nestled inside of them both.

Web gives him grief, for better and for worse. But he gives him peace, too. That’s all the apology he wants.

His silence has drifted over the room like fog, but Web looks at him with the sort of clarity that only a few years ago made him feel like a bug on a pin, but now simply makes him feel known.

“I’ll punish my heart for forgiveness tomorrow,” Web said softly, smile turning up his lips, hand against Joe’s neck.

Huffing, Joe shook his head, taking up Web’s mouth once more, briefly. “You have it,” he rasped, kissing just the corner of his lips, and then the soft heat of his cheek. “You’ve had it.”

Web smiled into the kiss, leaning up to press a matching one to Joe’s own cheek. “Good.”

Swallowing, he followed Web back down, their faces close. “Will you accept mine?”

A disbelieving laugh rumbled up Web’s throat, his head giving a dismissive shake as he gave Joe’s neck a hard rub. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he criticized, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

But they haven’t always been that lucky. This sort of luck isn’t a permanent state of being.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, before pausing momentarily. “Let’s say you forgive me for the first sin I haven’t committed yet.”

Laughing, Web took his hand from Joe’s skin, holding it up beside them in some offering. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Joe confirmed, taking his hand, giving it one firm shake, enough to gather up Web’s laugh, before bringing it to his lips and laying a kiss across its back. “Now come on, let’s go.”

[archaneanscribe]

A Fresh Brew Shared with You

(So I’ve been getting really into Trio of Towns, and spent about one in-game month throwing coffee at Wayne until he loved me, and I had a lot of time to imagine what was happening in game while I did sp, so enjoy the byproduct of that. I use my farmer’s name, farm name (Aime, and Bloom Farm) plus some animal names, but it’s pretty generic otherwise, as it’s focused on Wayne’s POV mostly.).

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Bloom Farm hadn't always been the last stop on Wayne's postal route every morning.

When Aime had first moved in, she was solidly in the middle- he would work his way through the more local Westown residents, then mosey on down to Bloom, before taking the long way around to reach Tsuyukusa and Lulukoko. Back in those days, he would often catch a glimpse of her toiling away in her fields, maybe even snagging her attention long enough for them to exchange a wave. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then the main bridges reopened, and during the ensuing reshuffling, he and Ethan had worked out that it would be best for him to stop at her farm at the very end to complete his loop of the crossroads.

And he stopped seeing her.

Well, that wasn't nearly accurate- he saw her throughout the day, running about like the busy bee she always was, and they might pass each other by at his other stops. But he no longer ran into her on her own property. By the time he arrived, she was inside her barns, milking the cows.

(He still remembers the taste of that glass of milk, so sweet, but not nearly as sweet as his host.)

It was simply how it panned out, but he couldn't help but feel a little pang of regret at losing those glimpses of her in her element, working the land like she dreamed for half her life.

And then Aime had to surprise him, as she always did.

It was an ordinary fall morning, the red dawn melting away to make room for the blue midday sky while he crunched fiery leaves beneath his boots. She only had one letter that day, which looked like nothing more than a materials invoice from Ludus. In and out, easy as pie. But when he got to her mailbox, he found a curious sight sitting right on it's flat wooden top.

A cup of steaming hot coffee.

He looked to both his sides, then around the box, then behind him, and finally at every which angle he could, resulting in him spinning around like a fool. Shrugging, he dismissed it as her forgetting her beverage in a rush. He pulled open the hatch-

-to find a note, with his name in large letters at the top.

DEAR WAYNE,

I know you walk your whole route and my farm is pretty out of the way. That made me start feeling badly about how much mail I get everyday, which gave me an idea: Since you like coffee, I'd start leaving you a cup! Please write on the bottom of this note how it tastes, and how you most like your coffee so I can try and make that for you.

LOVE, AIME

I'll be darned, he thought, unable to suppress a wide smile, Does that gal ever run out of ways to make my day?

He shook his head, gently placing the note back down like it was made of priceless crystal instead of hastily written on a torn piece of journal paper, and picked up the mug, still hot as all get out. That means he probably only misses her by a few minutes at most... Sniffing it, he took a tentative sip, smile instantly morphing into an ecstatic grin the moment his throat finished the first swallow.

"Delicious..." he said to no one in particular, punctuating it with another sip. It was your standard black coffee, straight from a packet, but this was brewed by Aime, for him, and she planned to do it every morning. There was no way it was going to be anything less than the best cup he ever had. Before he knew it, he had downed the whole thing, uncaring of the temperature, and was licking his lips to make sure he got every last drop.

Westown's famous playboy slobbering over his own face for any splashes of his crush's coffee. If only the town's gossip hounds could see him at that moment.

After his euphoria passed, he finally realized he was just standing outside her mailbox, letter in one hand and empty mug in the other. With no better solution in mind, he placed the cup back where he found it, before pulling a pencil out from his bag.

DEAR AIME,

Thank you kindly for the coffee, it was divine. My favorite has got to be mocha, but it's hard to get a hold of in these parts, so no need to trouble yourself. It's more than enough for me to know you're thinking of me.

- WAYNE

Content with his reply, he placed the note back in the box, covering it with her letter. He was mighty tempted to stay and wait for her, but his grumbling stomach had other plans. Oh well, he'd simply have to be satisfied with her coffee for now. 

As he made his way back to his room at the Postio, the grin on his face was enough to make the birds in the treetops swoon.

----

Despite what he had written, the very next day, he found a mug full of Cafe Mocha sitting on top of the mailbox. This time, the note was held down by the mug itself, penned on much nicer stationary.

DEAR WAYNE

I know you said don't worry about it, but Caolila recently had a large shipment of cocoa, so I couldn't help myself! Especially after remembering how much you enjoyed Vivi's milk. I have a cup myself every morning, so I don't mind doing it at all. I hope you have a great day today.

LOVE AIME

One again he was no match for this lass' tenacity, it seemed. He was going to be on the receiving end of her kindness no matter what he said.

Well, there was no use resisting now. Fully reconciled with the idea of this being a daily occurance (not that he needed much convincing), he decided to savor the beverage today, taking slow, luxurious sips. It would have been a good cup 'o Joe, even if he wasn't steadily falling for the woman who made it. Smooth and creamy, it was the perfect intersection of sweet and bitter. 

Despite trying to take his time with it, the experience was over before he knew it. He always enjoyed a good coffee, but he had never felt such a pain when it was over before.

...maybe he had it worse than he thought.

----

Two weeks into their caffeinated ritual, Miranda asked him a question that stopped him in his tracks.

"Thanks for the package as always, Wayne!" she paused, looking down at the box in her hands, before back up at the mailman, "Say... you never come by to buy coffee these days. Is somethin' the matter?"

"W-What? There's- Nothin's wrong, don't you worry."

Unfortunately, the fact that Wayne the Suave Postman tripped over his words was enough to tip just about anyone off that something was up.

She put her hands on her hips, and spoke in a tone that he was certain Noel had heard many a time in her short life, "Well I don't believe that for one hot second mister! Tell me what's eatin' you right now or I won't stop hounding you for the next week."

He knew she meant it.

"I've jus' been having coffee with Aime lately, is all. She makes too much, so she offers me a cup every mornin'," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't particularly fond of lying, but if you told Miranda something worthy of gossip, it'd make the rounds by sundown, so he couldn't risk exposing his true feelings quite yet. Amie had to be the first to hear about them.

"Oh, is that so?"

...she seemed to know already, but at least had the decency not to make any accusations.

"I see now, but remember we've always got some in stock! Aime buys in bulk, so I always make sure I've got enough," she punctuated her statement with a wink. She definitely knew.

"...I'll keep it in mind, ma'am. See ya' later."

"Bye bye!"

Even if he wasn't totally convinced she was onto him from her words, by this point she definitely had to be, considering his face was as red as a rose right about now.

----

Another week after that, as he made his way down the slope that led into Bloom Farm, ready and eager for that day's mocha, it wasn't only a mug that he found sitting by the mailbox- it was Aime herself.

"Heya, Wayne!" she greeted him cheerfully, waving her arm in a large arc. He managed to successfully stifle his shock, though not so much his joy.

"Well, howdy there Aime. Shouldn't you be in that there barn by now?"

She smiled bashfully, "Normally I would, but Betsy the sheep is pregnant, so I've started doing it earlier in the day when I go to check up on her. Which means I've got some free time in the morning for awhile," she held up her own half empty mug, "So I thought I'd wait up for you. A hot drink is best shared with a good friend, after all."

"My grandma used to say the same thing," he replied, expression soft. Deciding to make himself comfortable, he pulled his bag over his head to place off to the side, laid his hat on a nearby fence post, grabbed the mug, and sat beside her on the porch steps. At first, not much was said, the pair instead choosing to mutually enjoy the warmth of the coffee in the crisp, chilly morning air.

"You talk about your grandparents a lot," she asked, cracking the silence like an egg, "What were they like?"

This took him aback briefly- it was his own fault, really, for keeping his past so close to his chest, but that was a rare question for him to hear.

"What were they like...?" he pondered aloud, blowing away the last wisps of steam from the steadily cooling mocha, "Well I'd reckon as nice as you could imagine. They weren't perfect people, nobody is, but they always tried their best to do right by each other, and everyone around 'em. Can't remember anyone ever having an unkind word to say when they were involved."

She giggled into the lip of her cup, shaking her head as she did so, "That sounds a lot like someone I know. You really take after them, if they were really like that."

"Shucks, that's mighty kind of you to say. I try and live like they taught me as best I can. Seems the only way I can repay 'em for all those years takin' care of me."

"Hmmm..." she brought her mug down to her lap, face pensive, "I'm sorry if this is too far, but... do you ever wonder if your life would have been different? If your parents stuck around, or even took you with them?"

He blinked blankly at her for a moment, at a rare loss for words, before quickly regaining his composure and shaking his head, "I can't lie and say I never have, but not for a very, very long time. I made my peace with it years ago. Maybe it wasn't the 'right' choice to leave me with grandad and grandma, but I couldn't imagine being very happy relocatin' all the time either."

That statement made her go quiet, and sent her gaze down to her feet, "It isn't very fun, you've got that right."

Shoot.

"I'm real sorry for being insensitive like that," he pulled the brim of his hat down in embarrassment, "I should have chosen my words more carefully."

"No no! You're fine!" she denied, frantically waving her free hand, "Our circumstances are totally different. We only moved every couple years, it wasn't constant travel or anything."

"Still, it couldn't have been easy on ya' if it was enough to make you decide striking out on your own was better than movin' again."

"That wasn't the only reason," she corrected, "It was just... what really spurred me to take to plunge. I figured the longer I was used to never settling down, the harder it would be when I was eventually able to follow my dreams. I was finally given my 'now or never' moment."

"Well," he knocked back his final sip of coffee, wiping his lips with his sleeve in exaggerated satisfaction, "Pardon me for sayin' so, but I'm glad it happened. You were the breath of fresh air these here towns needed."

She breathed out a quiet laugh, bumping her shoulder into his, the warmth of the contact even through cloth sending a pleasant tingle down his body, "You really are quite the charmer, Wayne. I'll admit to being a little slow on the uptake, so I didn't really get what everyone was tittering about you at first. But I definitely get it now."

If he were a lesser man, he would have tossed his hat into the air and hollered at that statement, but managed to resist.

But it was a close battle with himself.

"That so? Funny thing is, I feel like I'm at my clumsiest talkin' to you. You don't want pretty words or flattery like most folk. There's nothin' wrong with any of that, mind you, it's just easier than deep conversation."

"That's what I mean, silly," she replied with a dazzling smile, "Smooth talking Wayne is nice and all, you can't get to know everyone on a deeper level, but I definitely like the Wayne I know a lot better."

"What's this Wayne like?" he asked, dropping how voice down to his real flirtatious octave, "I'm mighty curious."

"He's earnest, very sweet, just a little bit silly, aaaaaand..." she dragged out the word, smiling growing to face splitting levels, before quick as a flash poking the tip of his nose, "...very cute."

Before he could reply, a nearly ear splitting BAAAAAAA arose from the nearby barn.

"Betsy!" she cried out, rising to her feet immediately, taking off in a run towards the sound, tossing only a single glance back at him, "Just leave the mugs there, I'll clean them up later! Goodbye!"

And with that, she was gone.

His hand rose to cover his nose like he hoped to trap the sensation there forever. His heart had thumped in his chest plenty of times for his other paramours, but it had never raced like a thoroughbred horse before he met her.

"Well I'll be," he said quietly to himself, "I'm in love with her."

----

The next time he was making his way to Bloom Farm, he had a very precious pendant hanging down from his neck which he could barely keep himself from fiddling with every few seconds.

Maybe it had been pretty obvious that their trajectories were in line for a crash, but he still felt like a million bucks knowing that she felt the same, enough so that it was her who had reached out to him.

The familiar fields came into view, and he immediately started searching the horizon for a glimpse of her, finally finding her dusting off her porch.

"Aime!" he called out, ditching any pretense of composure and sprinting towards her at full speed, which was worth it to see the joy on her face as he approached, "Mornin', darlin'."

"G'morning, Wayne," her grin had an edge of mischief, "Any mail today, or is this just a social call?"

"The only thing I have to deliver is myself today, I'm afraid to say."

"I think I'll be quite alright," her face softened, putting the broom aside and gesturing for him to come up with her, "Come on in, coffee's already brewing, and I tried my hand at making some cookies with Vivi's milk and Patty's eggs."

He nodded, following her with an expression he knew must have been downright lovesick. 

Maybe Bloom Farm hadn't always been the last stop on Wayne's postal route, but from now on, it would always be the last stop for his heart.•

[insidetheacademy]

Say You Love Me | vi

pairings: Peter Parker x Reader (both are 18+)

chapter summary: Peter came to Paris to visit Reader

warnings: fluffs, language?, reader is having a hard time with her art, intsy teensy jealous!peter

author’s note: so sorry if its short and late!! i’ve been trying my best to weave the plotline gently. enjoy, though! happy reading! (taglists are still open)

series masterlist || previous part 

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it has been a month since you moved to Paris. needless to say, there was a lot of stress-crying, the feeling of homesick, and just plain happiness. but as of lately, your mojo has been off. you scraped a lot of paintings of your own because it doesnt feel right

when you told your newly best friend about it, he would push you (in a good way) to get out of that zone. he would definitely try to take you out to get some fresh air but it always ended up with the two of you sitting on the couch watching Netflix.

you haven’t had an art block since forever so it was shocking when you found out the next day that you feel as if you can’t paint or draw right. you ended up accidentally throwing your paintbrushes on the floor out of frustration and that was when Jules came in to check on you.

“is everything alright?” he said soothingly. you looked at him with crystal eyes that could shatter any moment. you took a seat and sob quietly.

“I don’t understand,”

“You don’t understand what, Y/N?”

“Why am I suddenly like this? at the peak of my career?” you muffled through your hands. Jules took a seat beside you and rub circles on your back,

“Hey, don’t be too harsh on yourself. you know everyone loses their inspiration every once in a while right?”

“I know but not this long,”

“Don’t compare yourself to others, Y/N. You’re you and thats enough,”

you sighed trying to make sense of the world again. you moved your hands to breathe right again. “Come on,” Jules stood up “We’re going to get ready and really get you out of this house.”

you smiled to Jules and said okay.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

you were sitting on your vanity trying to clean up your face and make it less puffy and dead. your bedroom door were wide open when you heard a doorbell ring.

“Jules! will you get that?”

no answer

“Jules!”

and still no answer.

you groaned and pushed yourself to the door with the most annoyed face plastered on. you opened the door slightly, “Can I help you?” and that’s when you saw a brown hair boy on your porch.

“Peter?” you gasped, shocked that your crush friend is right in front of you.

“Is that really you?” you cupped his face

“The one and only!” Peter smiles

Peter opened his arms to celebrate you with a hug, you hugged him, inhaling the smell of his cologne that you will never get tired of.

“What are you doing here? Are you here with MJ?” you pulled back from him and took a good look of him

“Actually, I’m just here by my own,”

“Y/N? who’s at the door?” Jules voice becoming more and more clear as he walks to where you were at. “Jules, this is Peter! Peter, Jules,” you introduced them both.

Jules took his hand out wanting to shake Peter’s hands but Peter just wave it off leaving Jules hanging.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to go out anymore?”

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Y/N.” Jules said with a smile and just like that he went out to probably eat or something leaving you and Peter alone at the small house. You invited Peter in and showed him the couch.

“So you and that guy?” Peter says with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You chuckled, “Yeah, well, no,” Peter raised his eyebrows, “He’s just my roommate and co-worker,” you said explaining to him.

“That does not make any sense. How is that allowed?” he asked

“Its just the company that I’m working with thinks that it might good to have a co-worker who leaves in the same house to help with the project.”

Peter formed his mouth into an ‘o’ signalling that he understood.

“Are you here by yourself?”

“Yeah,”

“MJ is coming here too later today! maybe we should hang out?” you suggested

“About that... MJ is not coming,”

“Oh no! what happened?”

“Nothing happened! She was never coming here in the first place,”

you had a confused look on your face,

“so she doesn’t want to see me?” you said with sadness laced in your voice

“N-no! She lied! for me!” Peter tries to assure you,

“W-what?”

“Truth is, I missed you. I felt like I could go crazy if I have to go another month without seeing you,”

He took a deep breath

“So I made her lie to you that she’s coming here so that you won’t know that it was actually me. I want it to be a surprise, y’know?” he said in his Queens accent.

you were frozen to your seat. you felt so... full? is that even a right word– you missed Peter too but you didnt expect him to go this long just because of a silly reason. you punched him on his arm,

“Ouch! what was that for?!”

“for lying to me!”

“It was for a good reason!”

“Still!”

you put on your best mad face to make him feel intimidated and you can tell it was working when you made the one and only young Avenger avoiding an eye contact with you.

you burst out in laughter,

“what’s so funny?” he said offended,

“I’m just joking! I miss you so much, Peter!” you said and embraced him with a hug once more.

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the whole day was well spent with Peter. the two of you ordered a take out food for dinner. you were sat comfortably on your pale blue bedsheets while Peter is taking in the view of your bedroom.

“do you like that one, Parker?” you teased when uou saw he was staring at a naked figure that was a part of your anatomy self project.

he blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

“These are amazing, though,” he said staring at the wall that was half full with your artworks and stickers. you love that part of your room, if marrying a wall was the norm, you’d marry it in no time.

“Thank you, it’s not done yet,” you said looking at your laptop trying to find a movie for the both of you to watch

“Are you going to finish it?”

“I was going to finish it this week but everything feels like hell,”

“Whats wrong?” he asked while dipping into the bed with you

“I don’t know, I can’t paint right these days. whenever I do, I just ended up tossing them in there,” you pointed to the dustbin

“Sometimes I wish I could just drink something that would make me have my mojo back, y’know?”

Peter nodded

“But you have to understand, Y/N. These art blank are just gonna get worse if you keep forcing it,” he paused looking for the right word to say

“You have to stop overworking yourself because you’re not a robot,” he held your hands

you smiled at him, “It’s art block, Pete,”

“What?”

you chuckled and “It’s not art blank, it’s called art block,”

“Yeah, whatever, they’re the same thing,”

“Right, but thank you anyway. I really needed to hear that from the right person.” you laughed.

he took your laptop from your lap and put on the most basic film ever; Shrek. you raised your eyebrows at him but he ignored it and said it’s a good film.

slowly and surely, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as you lay your head on Peter’s chest. breathing steadily as he wraps his arm around you.

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you woke up with coldness next to you that was once filled with Peter’s warmth. you rubbed your eyes and figured that he went home early. you went to the kitchen to meet the sound of pans clanking and something smells good.

“Good morning, Jules,” you assumed

“Good morning, Y/N!”

you rubbed your eyes again to see if that was really Peter standing or if its just an hallucination and thank God it was real.

“What are you doing?”

“Making pancakes,” he said while flipping he pancake on the pan

“Burned pancakes?” you jokingly said but you were fully aware that he had made you your favourite comfort food; chocolate chips pancake.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“I thought you went back to your hotel room,” you said pouring yourself an orange juice

“would you be upset that if I did?”

“maybe.” you smacked your lips.

you head to the breakfast table that has already been set with forks and knife.

“Good morning, y’all,” Jules said through a yawn

“Morning, Jules,” you respond

Peter just stood there infront of the stove, keeping his focus on the pancakes.

Jules made himself a cup of joe and went to sit down with you at the table. Peter turned off the stove and set the plate down in front of you. it was awfully nice at how he stacked three pancakes together with a berries that has been cut and has been carefully placed into a smiley face.

“Looks delicious, Pete,” you kissed his cheeks and smiled

“If you want there’s more at the counter, Jules,” Peter said trying to be on his best behaviour

“Nah, I’m all good. I’m on a diet,”

“Yeah, right,” you said as you sliced the pancakes

Jules rolled his eyes while Peter had a disgust face on. what? do you think you’re better than my pancakes? Peter thought to himself. Jules excused himself to his bedroom. Now, its only you and Peter.

“When are you going back home?” you asked with mouthful of pancakes

“the day after tomorrow. I have a lot of things I have to do,”

you frowned not wanting him to leave, almost regretting that you had asked him that

“Would you mind staying here?”

“You know I can’t do that,”

“No, I meant, stay here until its time for your flight to go back home,” you suggested

“Where will I sleep?”

“You can take the bed! i’ll take the couch!” you eagerly said trying to convinced him

“I can’t let you do that,”

“Oh,”

“I can’t let you sleep on that couch, I’ll take the couch,” he smiled

you quickly embraced him and pulled back, you had a huge smile on your face. you can’t wait to spend the rest of the next few days with your best friend.

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Generation 4 Part 3

We finish up lunch, have some more Lemonade & Tea & give our meal a chance to settle. It's 3:00pm, I pay the tab, tip the waiter & escort my wife out the door. I give the Valet my ticket & he retrieves my car, opens the door for Mary. I tip him , close the door, get in & we're on our way home. We get home about 4:30pm. I ask: ~ Mary, what would you like to do my Darling?~ She replies: ~'O Harry, I'm tired my love! I just need to take a nap, you don't mind Darling, do you?~ I reply: ~No Darling, you go rest, I'll find something to keep me occupied!~ So she goes upstairs and naps! I go in the library & research my Grandparents. I want to know more about them & just how much our Grandfathers knew one another. Man, where has the time gone, it's 7:00pm. Wow, if it weren't for George's Grandfather, I wouldn't even be here. He saved my Grandfather's life. He was his best friend. He wanted to make him a partner, but he wasn't interested. He was his friend & wanted to just go on as that. The records show my Grandfather deposited a $15,000.00 Savings Bond in the name of Rory Gallagher Richards with the Wells Fargo Bank & Company, Houston Texas dated Monday, November 23, 1931. It says here that it would compound interest for as long as it was not touched. Furthermore; it would pass to next of kin upon death. Wells Fargo has been looking for the the legal next of kin of record! It still sits in the bank today. I don't think George knows about.That money is rightfully his. It's his inheritance. Not Charity. He doesn't have to feel guilty about taking it! That's eighty-one years of interest. That's a fortune. $1,500,000.00. I hear movement in the kitchen. I go & see she is preparing a meal for us. I'm hungry & didn't even realize it. What would I do without her! I kiss her & say: ~Did you sleep well Darling?~ She replies: ~Yes my Harry, I did! I've been up an hour or so! I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so intensed in what you were doing! I've made us a quick something to eat! Chicken Salad Sandwiches & Tomato soup. It's good for the Soul Harry, & quite I haven't had tomato soup since I was Sixteen.~ I reply: ~Sounds delicious Darling! Mary, I found something interesting. About mine & George's Grandfather!~ She replies: ~Really Harry, now what would that be!~ I reply: ~Darling, They were best friends, not only that, he saved my Grandfather's life & he wanted to make George's Grandfather a partner but he refused the offer. Joe, my Grandfather deposited $15,000.00 as a retirement fund for George's Grandfather, in 1931, with the Wells Fargo Bank, Houston. It's been accumulating interest for eighty-one years for a total of $1,500,000.00 Darling, that's George's inheritance! George needs that money, how can I get him to find about it without me letting him know I've been nosy?~ She replies: ~'O my Dear sweet Harry! Just let the Bank know anonymously where to find George & the rest will fall into place! Eighty-one years, I've never heard of such a thing!~ I reply: ~Of course, why didn't I think of that? You're a lifesaver my Darling! My Father, I'll have him call the Bank in the morning & arrange it!~ I call my Father & explain what I've found out. He vaguely remembers my Grandfather mentioning his friend saving his life. He didn't know about the money. He said he'll be happy to help & keep it to himself! He'll call the offices of Heavenly Crude Oil, in the morning & have my brothers contact the bank & instruct them to keep it anonymous! He congratulated us on the baby & conveyed their love to both of us! I said to Mary: ~Darling, everything's set, keep your fingers crossed! I hope all works out for George & Lucy. Those two & Kellyanne, the they deserve so much!~ I finish up my soup & sandwich & pick up the table. There's just a couple dishes so I wash them. It's 9:30pm. We go in the Living room, listen to music & cuddle a while. it's 10:30pm, we go upstairs, shower & well, Goodnight!

Monday, April 29 5:00am & I'm on my way to pick George up. It's 5:15am & George is on his steps waiting on me. I greet him: ~Good morning George, how are you feeling this morning morning?~ He replies: ~Mornin Harry, couldn't be better! Be a Beautiful mornin, don't ya say?~ I reply: ~Quite Beautiful George, God is good!~ We head to the cafe for our coffee & doughnuts! 5:40am we're here. I run in pick up a thermos plus two cups of coffee, sugar, cream & a dozen doughnuts. We're on our way to the Marina. We here. It's 6:15pm, we've time to relax, drink our coffee & enjoy our doughnuts, so we kick back & do just that! It's 7:30am & it won't be long before our clients will be here! Today we're traveling out to Pennekamp State Park to watch the wild Dolphins! Should be a decent day. A young couple just married & on their Honeymoon! We get started on the Safety checks. 7:55am & Greg & Judy Mitchell arrive right on on time! I welcome them aboard & have them don life jackets. I give the order: ~ Take her out George~ He replies: ~Steady as she goes at 2 knots gradually increasing to a cruising speed of 5 knots. It's a comfortable speed & accomplish what the clients pay for without being on the water after dark! We've made the park by 10:00am & the Dolphins are playing like a bunch of children showing off as if paid performers! Quite amusing & at the same time absolutely Beautiful! Everytime I see these lovely creatures, I can't help but to think back to Julia. She loved Dolphins. That's where our son gets it from. He loves them as much as she did. The Mitchells are loving every minute of this tour! Two of the Dolphins have taken a liking to them & have come port side trying to communicate with them. They allow them to touch their snouts. Now they're up on their tails riding the water backwards & singing the Dolphin song for them. The Mitchells are getting what they're paying for today, & enjoying every moment of it. This is why I do what I do! It's 3:30pm & I let them know we need to head in in a half hour. I offer them something to drink & they both ask for Coke. It's 4:00pm & I give the order: ~Take her in George~ He replies: ~aye aye Captain, steady as she goes at 5 knots. It's a nice ride in & it's 6:05pm, we're pulling into Pier 17. The Mitchells disembark, pay me & thank me for the best time they've ever had. I hand them my card & offer them a discount the next time around. They thank George for a most enjoyable ride & he tips his hat to them. We tie the "Willow" up check her out, clean her up & put he to bed for the night! It's 6:35pm & we're on our way home. I drop George off it's 7:15pm: ~See you later George, long day, but a great day! Thanks my Brother!~ He replies: ~aye Harry Taday was a good day. Goodnight me Brother. Be seein ya in da mornin!~ I head home thinking about whether or not the bank has sent notification to George or not. I'm really quite nervous about it. All I want is the best for my friend and his family! Ahh, home sweet home, My Mary, she's in the kitchen making sure I have dinner waiting. I have to get her some help. That's my next project! I walk in & Mary meets me at the door with: ~ I've missed you so much My Harry, how was your day?~ Kisses me with those sweet warm lips that stops me in my tracks! & I reply: ~It went quite well today Darling, really! We took a couple newly weds out to see the Dolphins and they had the best time of their lives. It was gratifying to know they enjoyed the tour! But I missed you terribly! My Cell rings & George's calling: ~Hello~ He replies: ~Harry, me's rich, me don't know what to do! Help me Harry please? Me scared me Brother!~ I reply:

~Take it easy George, relax & just tell me what happened!~ Harry, me get dis telegram! It be sayin I be gettin $1,500,000.00. Harry, me just want to be normal. Me Grandpa's money Harry. Now it's mine!~ I reply: ~George, you can have the money & still be normal! Aren't we friend's? I'm normal! I do dishes. I go to work, I don't have too, I have plenty of money George. My Grandfather left us pretty to live on. I chose to make my own! Now I will help you George! First you pay off your bills & anything you owe. Maybe buy something nice for Lucy & Kellyanne. Does Lucy know yet?~ He replies: ~No Harry, me Lucy, she neva be openen me mails.~ I reply: ~You need to tell her George, she's your wife! Anyways, I will get you an investment Banker to help you invest your money to grow it for the future. One day your little girl is going to grow up George. You have to think about College & that is expensive.~ He replies: ~aye, me Grandpa, I be thankin him ya? & Harry, I be thankin ya fer bein me Brother!~ I reply: ~No sweat George! I'm always here for you my Brother! Now get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow. Well take Wednesday off & take care of business! Ok?~ He replies: ~aye, Me be thankin ya, God be Blessin ya me Brother. Me be sayin Goodnight!~ I reply: ~Goodnight George! I explain to my wife the Telegram George got. She says: ~It'll be fine Darling, you'll see!~ We sit down to eat a delicious Chicken Pot Pie. All I can say is, when I married Mary, God granted me an Angel of a wife, & a great cook too! It's a 9:00pm & we're finishing up dishes. We've decided to hit the sack early. I have to admit I'm beat. We go upstairs and take our shower, go to bed & well, maybe we're not all that tired! Goodnight!

Tuesday, April 30 5:00am I'm drinking coffee at my kitchen table. I've already called George & notified him that the clients for today had a family emergency & cancelled. I've agreed to refund their deposit since it was a Death in the family. So I told George we can handle his financial situation today! He's quite relieved in fact & I get to eat breakfast with my wife! Our next Doctor's appointment is in two weeks. I'm going to make some Blueberry Pancakes w/hot Syrup, Sausage & eggs, apple juice she says is best for the baby! She says she wants to cut back on the coffee! I love to surprise my wife! It always puts a smile on her face & that puts one on mine! I hear my wife coming down the stairs as I place the last cake on the stack. She turns to me & says: ~'O Harry, I love you. Thank you Harry. Harry, what are you doing home? You're supposed to be at work!~ I reply: ~We Darling, they cancelled, & I decided to let you sleep & surprise you with breakfast. I'm going to help George take care of business today!~ She replies: ~Oh, Okay Harry, you're the best Harry. Oh Harry, you made me Pancakes, but where's my- ( I interrupt: ~Your eggs my Love~) she continues-Oh there they are~ She smiles at me & gives me that hypnotic wink of hers. I say: ~ Sausage my Darling & here's your Apple juice! Can I get you anything else my Queen? Your every wish is but my command!~ She replies: ~Thank you my Good Knight, that will be all!~ She smiles, winks & says: ~Harry, come here!~ (Pauses) wraps her arms around me & says: ~I love you Harry!~ I reply: I love you more than my very life my love & I would gladly give it up for you today!~ She replies: ~I know Harry, I've always known that, & I would do the same for you my love!~ I let my wife eat her food while it's hot & she can enjoy it. I call my investment officer at Merrill Lynch. Joe Barker is a hell of a guy & he'll do his best to set George up for stocks & gains to make his money grow for his family's future! I made an appointment with Joe at 10:00am for us to go in to see him! I call George & let him know to be ready! Now I can spend an hour or so with the woman I love with all my heart! It's 8:30am & I head for George's house to pick him up for our appointment with Merrill Lynch. It's 8:50am & there's George waiting for me on his doorstep. He comes down & gets into the car & I ask: ~ How you doing this fine morning George?~ He looks at me as if he was shocked & couldn't speak! I say: ~ George, I thought we talked about this already old boy, everything is going to be just fine!~ He replies: ~aye Harry, but day not be what worry me!~ (He pauses) Looks at me & says: ~Harry, me Lucy, she be havin a baby!~ I reply: George, well that's wonderful, when did you find out?~ He replies: ~Me Lucy, she be known fer now 7 1/2 weeks she say! She want not to be botherin me with it she say!~ I reply: ~Nothing to worry about. You have it covered. You can afford it now! Remember. It's ok George. You're not rich, but you have enough money to live very well & invest the rest so the little one & Kellyanne will have a future! Lucy will have everything you ever wanted to give her to George, now stop worrying. Oh & Congratulations, we need to celebrate later! Hey, the babies should be due around the same time George, wow, ain't that something! Has she been to a Doctor yet George?~ He replies: ~Nay, she be sayin we not be havin the money Harry, Me feel maybe Me not good husband!~ I reply: George, Lucy knows better than that! She loves you, she just didn't want to worry you! Let's just make sure she gets an appointment & get's taken care of!~ We're arriving at Joe's office at Merrill Lynch, it's 9:55am. I park & we go inside. I tell the receptionist that we're here to see Joe & we have a seat. He almost immediately opens the door & introduces himself to George. He shakes our hands & we go into his office! It's 12:30pm & we've had a lesson in investing where I've even learned some new things! He has set George at ease & George has agreed to have him handle his investments. He will take $100,000.00 & put in the Bank for spending money, but for things he needs! Bills, the new baby, Doctor, new Nursery & something nice for Lucy & Kellyanne. He will remain working so he keeps his normalcy as it's not as much money as it would seem & you could blow it quite easily! Let it grow is the way to go! Now he will go home & tell Lucy what he has decided & surprise her by taking her to Dinner. I will speak to Mary about helping her make an appointment with her Doctor. It's 1:00pm & we're leaving. I ask: ~George, feel better now?~ He replies: ~aye George, that Me do! Me be takin me Lucy & Kellyanne to Dinner tonight! Me be thankin ya me Brother fer everythin!~ I reply: ~No thanks necessary George! You need to take tomorrow off?~ He replies: ~Na, Me be good, Me want to work. When me Lucy, she be going to the Doctor, Me take off ya?~ I reply: ~No problem Buddy, you got it!~ It's 1:40pm, I'm dropping George off & heading for Home. Ahh, it's 2:00pm & home sweet home! Funny how even after a number of years together, I find myself still excited to be home knowing my wife is inside! I find myself loving her each day more than I did the day before & thank God each day for bringing her into mine & my son's life! Our lives are better because of her. She is my "Earth Angel"! I go inside & she meets me at the door, wraps her arms around me & kisses me! I swear I'm still intoxicated after she does that, & I never get tired of it. She asks: ~How'd it go Harry?~ I reply: ~It went quite well my Darling! Darling, Lucy's pregnant!~ She replies: ~What, really? How many weeks, does she know?~ I reply: ~7 1/2 weeks my love, & she hasn't seen a Doctor yet. Could you help her out my Darling?~ She replies: ~Of course I'll help her! She needs to see a Doctor as soon as possible. That's very important! I'll get with her in the morning & we'll make an appointment with Dr Kleinpeter.~ I reply: ~Darling, thank you. Darling, do you realize that you two are about the same amount of time along?~ She replies: ~That's so true Harry! We can both have our babies in Madison County! How absolutely marvelous! Isn't it Darling?~ I reply: ~Yes my Love, quite so!~ She asks: ~'O Harry, you must be hungry?~ I reply: ~Yes Darling, I am, I'd forgotten I was actually (laughs) but yes I am!~ She replies: ~Let me get you something to eat!~ She's fixing me Tuna fish sandwiches, chips & a Dill pickle! She says: ~There you go my Harry, that should hold you over for a couple hours until dinner!~ I reply: ~Thank you Darling, I love Tuna!~ She replies: ~I know my love, that's why I made it!~ She knows me so well! I'm done eating & I pick up my plate & clean it so my wife doesn't have to! I ask: ~Mary, would you like to attend the Cinema tonight?~ She replies: ~'O Harry, that sounds wonderful! Of course, I've been wanting to go to the movies for a while! What shall we see?~ I reply: ~Avengers End Game, Best of Enemies & Amazing Grace!~ She replies: Best of Enemies sounds interesting! 'O Harry, let go see that!~ I reply: ~Sounds like a winner my love, Best of Enemies it is!~ Showtime at the B&B is at 7:25pm my love! How's that sound?~ She replies: ~Perfect Harry! Thank you! I shall be ready! Oh & Harry, I love you!~ I reply: ~I love you with my life Darling, always!!!~ She kisses me with the sweetest & always moist lips. I stagger a bit as if I was intoxicated! The only way I can explain is that I'm spellbound by every kiss & love it! It's 6:50pm & we don't want to stand in line nor look for a parking spot, so we're on our way. Mary is quite excited about going to the cinema. She's wearing a pantsuit & is as beautiful as always. She's radiant! God has truly Blessed me! If not for my wife, I would be an angry Man avoided by everyone! I had lost my will & frankly wanted to die when I lost Julia, my son is the reason I held on. But Mary brought me back from Hell! Showed me I could love again. I thank God everyday for her! We arrive at 7:10pm & I park. I escort my wife to the ticket window & purchase two tickets for The Best of Enemies! Mary remarks: ~'O Harry, I feel like a Teenager, almost giddy. We need to go to the Movies much more often, yea Harry? I reply: ~Yes my Darling, I assure you, we will come more often!~ We walk inside & take a seat right in the center of the theater. The Commercials are playing now. I can remember when my Mother would take me to the Cinema, Commercials were almost non-existent. Maybe for the snack bar & upcoming features. But we had cartoons. I remember we seen two movies, not one. But that's back in the Good Old Days like everything else! I take this time to get my wife some popcorn, a soda & some BomBoms. Ah, the movie is beginning. I put my arm around my wife & we settle back to watch the movie! It's 10:00pm & we're walking out of the Cinema. Mary remarks: ~'O Harry, everyone needs to see this movie. There's just to much discrimination going on. Why can't people just live together as God meant them to? I can't stand the thought of one treating another like they did in the movie! Harry, I'm hungry for pancakes, IHOP pancakes Harry!~ I reply: ~You're every wish is my command my Darling!~ We are driving to IHOP! We park & go inside. They seat us at a booth! We look at the menu & order drinks! Sweet tea for the both of us. My wife orders the Grand Slam! She's definitely showing the signs of pregnancy! I like Steak & eggs. We finish eating, it 11:45pm. She's getting tired & I need to take my wife home. We're on our way. We arrive home 12:15am & she's so tired, I help her to the door & up the stairs. She disrobes & just lays down. I cover her, take my shower & join her in bed. Wrap myself around her, whisper in her ear ~I love you~ kiss her & fall asleep embraced in love!

Wednesday, May 1, 5:00am I'm drinking coffee at the Breakfast table. My Beautiful wife is sleeping. She needs to rest, she constantly going. Everyone depends on her, to include me. I'm going to make a call to the Agency today & get her some help while she's pregnant! She deserves a break! 5:30am & I'm on my way to pick George up for work! 5:45am & I arrive at his house, as usual; George is waiting on the steps. I tell you, that man is as dependable. He gets in the Beamer & we head for the Cafe to pick up coffee & doughnuts. Today should be an easy day! We're taking a group of Models & their photographer out for a Photoshoot! We're going out just off shore for a couple hours. They will be including shots of the "Willow", the girls in & out of the water & shots of George Driving the boat. I hear they'll have a fan blowing towards him to make it look like we're at high speed, when in reality, we'll be anchored! They're hoping for some shots with friendly Dolphins, or Flipper as their manager put it! We get to the Marina & Pier 17 & it's 6:15am. I tell George the plan for the day: ~George, we have time to get our Caffeine boost & eat some doughnuts without rushing to much! We have to make our precheck early & start prepping the old lady for today! We will be working with Models. We're only going out a couple miles & drop anchor! They will be photographing the girls in & out of the water, as well as; taking shots of the boat & You George as the one responsible for steering & keeping her steady! You my Brother are the heart of the Boat! We'll be anchored, but you'll be acting with a fan blowing wind through your hair like the great Skipper Ahab! They're paying 1,500.00 for this trip. It's a good take for a days work!~ He replies: ~aye Harry, ya be the Captain! Me not let ya down Captain!~ we kick & enjoy our coffee & doughnuts & talk about how much we love our wives! George is a proud man but he has a heart of gold! He loves his family deeply & is beginning to really look forward to the both of their new child!

It's 7:00am , we make our safety check & prep the Boat for her photoshoot tour. She's spotless as we make sure that we clean any missed spots off of her. We clean the windshield & the cabin windows. Put a shine on the brass & we're ready to go! It's 8:15am & the photography crew is here & loading their equipment on the boat! It's 8:30am & the manager is pulling up with four models & we welcome them aboard. I'm told it will be about a six hour shoot & I have no problem with that. We have plenty of sodas & water. I do see that they are bringing alcohol on my boat but I'm told it's for the shoot. The girls don't drink until they are off the clock! I have the photographer, his two helpers, the manager & the girls Don Life jackets. It's only a short trip, a couple miles. I give the order: ~Take her out George!~ He takes the helm & replies: ~aye aye Captain, steady as she goes at 2 knots gradually increasing speed to 4 knots. It will take us approximately thirty minutes to travel 2 nautical miles! 9:15am we reach the location & drop anchor. The immediately get to work. They want to catch every best position of the sun they can. The first shots are taken on the boat as if they're sunbathing, rubbing lotion on each other, acting as if they're partying & a shot with Skipper Ahab himself! George is nervous as hell, but gets through it alright. Next the girls get in the water & start playing around like little girls. They are taking a lot of pictures. Wow are they in luck! I see Dolphins, the seem to be curious. One of the girls see them & is afraid & yells Shark! I immediately try to calm them down! I say: ~Ladies, no, calm down! They're just Dolphins! They're curious, & if you're lucky they will try to interact with you!~ The manager tells them: ~Keep playing, they're moving in this direction!~ One come ups a nudges Tina, the brunette! I say: ~He likes you, he wants you to pet his snout!~ She cautiously does, then becomes more comfortable with. She made a friend! The manager asks the photographer: ~You getting this? This is great! Perfect!~ Two more Dolphins come in & beg for affection! The girls are eating this up! They've never had an experience like this before. It's 5:00pm & we're losing sun! I explain to the manager that it's time we get to shore! He said: ~Okay Captain, this shoot was probably one of if not the best I've had in years! You'll be getting much more business from us!~ I reply: ~I thank you Mr Jordan! You've been a pleasure to work with! The girls are out of the water & it's 5:15pm. We should make shore by 6:00pm. The all don their life jackets & I give the order: ~Take her in George!~ He takes the helm and replies: ~aye aye Captain, steady as she goes at 4 knots!~ I offer all of them soft drinks or water. To my great surprise, they all request water, except for Mr Jordan, he asks for Coke! We enter the harbor & slow to 2 knots & reach Pier 17 at 6:05pm. They disembark. Mr Jordan hands me a check for $1,500.00 & says it was well worth it. He walked up to George & said: ~Sir; I want to thank you for being a good sport & all. If you ever think about modeling, let me know!~ He hand him a $500.00 tip a d shakes his hand. I give Mr Jordan my card & we shake hands. He hopes in the Limousine with the girls as they're all hanging out the sunroof and windows yelling goodbyes to us! I say to George: ~How'd you like to have a day like that everyday George?~ He clears his voice, shakes his head and says: ~Nice tip Harry! It be a good day Harry ya! Me ready to go home!~ We clean the "Willow" up & put her to bed for a couple days! Nothing scheduled for tomorrow! I say: ~George, you're off tomorrow, We haven't got anything scheduled! Mary called my Cell & said she mad you two an appointment with Dr Kleinpeter. You okay with that?~ He replies: ~aye Harry, Me be thankin ya & Ya Mary. She be an Angel ya Mary be! Me Lucy, she be thinkin da world fer her!~ I reply: ~No problem George, you want us to go with you?~ He replies: ~Nay, Me be thankin ya fer da offer Harry, but Me want to do dis wit me Lucy alone!~ I reply: ~I understand but the offer remains open. The appointment is at 10:45am!~ It's 6:45pm & I drop George off at his house! I'm on the way home to my sweet Mary! I arrive home, it's 7:00pm. I walk in the house & I'm met at the door with the sweetest kiss & the warmest hug. This woman for the last ten years has never one day failed to meet me at the door nor has she ever forgotten to tell me she loves me! She says: ~How was your day my Harry?~ I reply: ~We had a $1,500.00 day my love. All we had to do is go out two miles & drop anchor!~ She replies: ~'O Harry, you are such a businessman! Now sit down & eat! I've made Crawfish & Cornbread stuffed Chicken, Macaroni & Cheese, Green beans & Tossed Salad! Want a cold beer my Love?~ I reply: ~You know Darling, I think I'd just as well have a Sweet tea! What's for dessert love? She replies: ~'O Harry, need you ask? Here's your tea my Harry!~ She winks at me & gives me that sexy smile! No I don't need to ask! I know exactly what dessert is, & I can't wait! This is delicious. I don't think anyone could stand neck & neck with Mary when it comes to cooking Southern style! My wife is a real Southern Bell! Let me sat this, you can't get no more Southern than Raleigh, North Carolina. Any of you ever watched Andy Griffith? I rest my case! I'm done eating, but my wife is still eating! I clear my plate & ask her: ~Can I get you something love?~ She replies: ~No Darling, sit down while I eat! I'll get the dishes!~ I reply: ~I'll sit with you love, but I'll get the dishes. After you eat, you go upstairs & get ready to feed me dessert!~ She replies: ~Ahh Harry, Okay, I'm done Harry! I'll be waiting for you Big boy!~ There's that wink again, as she walks by me & rubs my face with her soft hand! I'm cleaning the dishes at record speed. It's 9:00pm & I'm running up these stairs! I jump in the shower wash up, dry off, brush my teeth & jump in bed with my Goddess of Love! & To all a Goodnight! Thursday, May 2 It's 8:00am & I slept in because of nothing being scheduled today! I'm going to cook my wife Breakfast. Then after, I'm going to talk to her about getting her some help around the house until after the baby! I'm pulling the waffle iron down. I want to make her some Belgium Waffles covered with fresh strawberries & whipped cream. It's 8:45am & my wife has come down the stairs. She sits down to wake up & notices the waffles! She says: ~'O Harry, Belgium Waffles! I love you Harry, you're just too good to me!~ She looks around & before she could say anything: ~You're eggs my Darling!~ She looks up at me, smiles, looks at her food & digs in. She definitely has a pregnant woman's appetite! God I love to see her smile! I tell her: Darling: ~I want to call the Agency today & hire someone to help you around the house until after the Baby is born or as long after you may need her!~ She replies: ~Thank you Harry, sometimes I get tired. But I need to get out, walk & exercise. That would free me up. Then when it gets where I start slowing down, she'll be here too!~ I reply: ~Then it's settled!~ I'm call the Agency & they tell me they'll be sending a woman by the name of Yolanda over at 10:00am to be interviewed! I tell Mary: Darling, there's going to be a Yolanda coming here at 10:00am for you to interview!~ She replies: ~Thank you my Harry! I'm sure she'll be fine! That Agency is Accredited AAA & there's never been a problem!~ I reply: ~I will leave it up to you my Darling!~ I can't help but to wonder how George & Lucy's doing right now! Poor George, he's getting hit with everything at one time! But he's a great guy & I feel lucky to know him! It's 10:00am & the woman from the Agency is here! I open the door & she says: ~Good morning Sir; my name is Yolanda Rodriguez & I'm from the "Wellington Agency"!~ I reply: ~Glad to meet you Yolanda, I'll call Mrs Newport for you. Please, have a seat? Would you like something to drink?~ She replies: ~No Sir, but thank you for the offer!~ I go into the kitchen & let my wife know Yolanda's here & she goes right into the living room, introduces herself & begins the interview! I leave them to their business & go into the Library. I've got some Tax returns to go over! 11:00am, Mary comes I to the Library and say: ~Harry, I hired her! She's perfect & she starts on Monday!~ I reply: ~That's wonderful Darling, simply wonderful!~ She smiles loudly, kisses me & winks before turning around & going back in the kitchen! I think she's preparing lunch! 11:15am George calls & says: ~Harry, Me & me Lucy, we be done wit da Doctor! Harry, a girl, anudder girl me Lucy be havin!~ I reply: ~Well that's wonderful George, when is the Baby due? He replies: ~December 7th Harry! Harry, dat der nurse, she take a picture of me new baby girl! She be beautiful Harry, but like a mouse!~ I reply: I'm happy for you George! You know, that's only two day from our baby!~ He replies: ~Well dat be somethin Harry!~ I reply: ~Yes indeed! Well George, I'll let you get back to your wife & congratulations my Brother!~ We hang up! I go into the kitchen & say to my wife: ~Mary, George & Lucy are having a girl & the due date is December 7th!~ She smiles & replies: ~Well, isn't that something! You know George, the more I think about it; our son Brought us together! Now through Kellyanne, he brought George & his family together with us! God really does work in mysterious ways!~ I reply: ~Yes he does indeed my Darling!~ I really hadn't thought about it, but that is the way things came about! God is Good... We are truly Blessed!

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