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secretaryunpaid · 3 years ago

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The Long Goodbye...

Rating: Mature

Warning: Intimacy, the feeling of loss

Word Count: 3500 approximately

The Long Goodbye…

It was time…

He wasn’t ready, although he thought he would be…

Boys, get your scarves, Dahlia and I are going to take you on a stroll through Central Park, and then we are taking a trip together to visit someone special to you that you haven’t met yet. Saying “special” cut like a heated knife through his heart, but it would not take away from the fact that he is someone special to them, as he was to their mother… another bitter fact that Sam had come to accept. It had taken him time, but he knew that brooding over the fact wouldn’t change a single ounce of the truth that had burned in his mind and heart for some time now.

He had given him time to adjust to his request for his sons, but would that time ever be enough? No way that it could ever be. Although they were not his biological sons, they had made him the man he was today. For if they had not been born, he would never have found it within himself to care more about his own life… It had been their births that grounded him. Watching the pain ripping through Alina as she so bravely pushed each one into the waiting hands of a very proud father, eventually cutting their cords after the desired time she’d ask them to wait… the last moments they would be totally dependent on her alone for their survival finally showed Sam exactly what he had been taking for granted.

Looking back on it made things bittersweet. How could the best memories of his life be stained with untruth? But he wouldn’t allow any deception to taint his relationship with his boys, until they could no longer reside with him he would give them his all. So, today would start their long goodbye… Mini trips to fun locations and a walk down memory lane, ending in the very place he’d discovered his wife in the arms of none other than their true father.

Sighing, Dahlia takes his hand and pulls him into a tight hug. “We will get through this, Sam. It won’t be easy, but we will. This doesn’t truly have to be goodbye. I don’t see that you could be kept out of their lives after raising them to be such fine young boys. Their brilliance and love of life is all because of you. Yes, Alina had her share in giving them love early on, but after… Well, love, that was all you!” He bends and rests his chin atop her head, steadying his anxiety in her firm hold of him. She always did have a way of calming the worst storms brewing within him. “Let’s go, we have a lot of activities ahead of us, and our boys are anxious… “

Once at the park, the boys inquired about every scientific thing that they could think of, from the color change in the leaves, to the contrasting landscape, to why they seemed to react differently to the cool weather… Dahlia had on a wool trench, while Sam just had a knit sweater and scarf thrown over his neck and shoulders, but a thin turtleneck was the only protection against the chilling breeze. The boys both had on their fleece lined jackets with hats, scarves and gloves.

It was fascinating to listen to Dahlia explain the body’s mechanisms for regulating body temperature, the boys eagerly giving their own examples, missing the heated looks between the two adults whose bodies were joined at the sides, arms wrapped around each other like anchors to keep them both from losing themselves in these moments… How would their days be without the energy and life the boys brought throughout their days?

Thoughts were broken as they came across a cart vendor selling the most alluring scented hot drinks and pastries. Answering before the boys’ excitement could settle enough to ask, they followed the boys at a much slower pace to the smiling older gentleman who was reciprocating the smiles plastered on the boys’ faces. As they animatedly discussed which sweets would be best and to see if they could get away with more than one, Dahlia held a quick conversation with Sam which ended in a sweet kiss caught by the boys just as it was ending. “Eewwww, more kissing!”

“That’s what love looks like, young men, now… what can I get for you?” This man reminded them of Carter once they gave a closer look, but maybe it was just his gentle nature that made them think of him. “Well boys, since we grossed you out just now, I’m sure you won’t want anything but a hot drink, right?” Sam teased them, knowing that they’d plead for more and it would divert them from witnessing their mature actions. As they protested, Dahlia nudged Sam to give in just this once and let them have their pick of things to their delight. After drinks and goodies were purchased, their walk continued until they reached the pond and park benches.

“Your dad and I will sit here while you two explore this area in front of us, but stay in sight, okay.” The boys head straight for the carousel, and once on, chase each other around it until they find just the right spot. As the carousel turns, intermittently waving and calling out to the boys, Dahlia turns to Sam with puzzlement over his distant expression. “Do we get to discuss more about this? I still don’t know who this mysterious father could even be.”

He finally turns to look at her with tearful eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but I don’t think it’s something that I can discuss right now. I just want to fully enjoy the remainder of our days together as a complete family. I will explain more on the last leg of our vacation. I am, however, anxious to meet your sister! Is she anything like you?”

“Way to deflect from unwanted conversation, mister… but, not so much. Riley and I are two very different people. Although, she did marry my brother-in-law not truly knowing anything about him… That is similar to us, but I knew a lot about you… You just didn’t see that knowing everything about me would change things. But to add more, Riley carried a lot of the responsibility for me. Our parents traveled for work and were hardly ever present in my life. My Grandma Addie was my lifeline… but after she passed on, it was pretty much Riley. I went off to college at an early age, and Riley eventually went off to medical school but left to pursue “anything different” to quote her directly. She was pretty much a professional student, but our grandmother always told us that you can’t ever have too many degrees behind your name. Life played out a lot differently for me, but I do have my Master’s in Chemistry, Bachelors in Biochemistry and Psychology.”

Sam barely heard much of what Dahlia was saying, eyes flicking between her and the carousel, taking in how excited and carefree the twins were. This had never been his childhood, groomed from an early age to be in the public eye, from his grandfather’s prominent status to his father’s need to surpass the image of his father. He couldn’t help reliving the day of their birth, changing their diapers for the first time when handling them both on his own… a bet he’d made with confidence to his wife that he could handle the task alone and with precision, but two blowouts proved otherwise. He didn’t think something so small could hold so much, but they did, and it was like a competition brewing between them already, or their first ever prank. His memory of dropping them off for their first day of school brings a smile to his face, but is quickly interrupted by the boys’ screaming as they played tag after having gotten off the carousel and playfully raced back towards the two of them.

Standing, he reaches for her hand with a sad smile which causes her to pause, but she offers him her hand. Pulling her into him for a tight hug, he kisses just behind her ear as he whispers, “I love you, you know that?” As she leans to try to guess his mood, he kisses her on the lips quickly before taking her hands and kissing them before interlacing their fingers together so that they could continue their evening of fun. Each feels Mickey and Mason slide up against their exposed sides, simultaneously ruffling their hair as the boys protest, “Where to next, Dahlia?” She looks at Sam and says, “You boys up to pillaging and plundering a castle?”

“There’s a real castle?”

“Yes, in the center of Central Park. We have to fight off other pirates as we climb to the top. We’ll need to get to the lookout to search for the potential locations the treasure has been buried. Race you there!”

“Ugh, dad! Dahlia’s too fast! Catch her!” He can’t help falling into the feeling of family and gives chase, hearing the boys yell, “faster, faster, she is getting away!” Gaining on her quickly with his long strides, he catches her at the waist and spins her around. As he begins to lower her to the ground, the boys join in hugging her waist and laughing, “You’re fast, but not faster than dad!”

“Yeah, duh!!! Do you see those long legs! That’s why I needed the headstart! But… since you don’t know the way, my little admirals, you’ll just have to stay close and follow me!” His heart pangs with knowing these are the final moments with his family in this way. He is so thankful that Dahlia is taking charge of this adventure in his stead because he is slowly crumbling inside and fighting hard not to fall weak in front of the boys.

How had he taken them for granted all of this time … allowing their grandparents the better part of their time? Arm draped around her shoulder, he quietly thanks her for all that she is doing today and he shows his gratitude later when they are alone, kissing the top of her head. She isn’t used to seeing Sam in such a vulnerable state and begins to worry about him. She won’t probe him further about it now, just keep the boys occupied to give him this bit of instant relief.

Finally making it to the top spiral of the castle’s tower, they make a dramatic scene of spotting creatures and pirate ships sailing towards them in the icy lake below. “We can’t let them get our treasure, Admiral Mason!” “No chance of that, Admiral Mickey! We have Dahlia and dad to fight them off for us!” Sam makes a display of suiting up in armor and weaponry as Dahlia fires shots from the imaginary cannons and yells back for Sam to man the bow chaser. Brandishing his cutlass, he screams out pirate jargon and then throws grenades as he runs to the cannon to finally sink the closest ships. Celebrating in triumph, they all perform a signature dance move and fall down in a fit of laughter.

Once hydrated, they move on throughout Central Park, making their way back towards Hyland Planetarium, the place where Dahlia had taken them on her first attempt at babysitting them for Sam. This would be another painful moment, unable to be hidden. “Dad, why are you so sad?”

Both boys rush to take a hand, somberly gazing up into his eyes awaiting some response.

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Sam pulls them into a tight side hug, reassuring them that he isn’t sad (a blatant understatement, but a little white lie told to not dampen their moods), but just remembering their happiest moments together (not a lie, but a mask for what he truly feels). As they make their way to their preferred row of seating, the lights begin to lower. After calling out as many of the ones they recognized in competition, the boys noticed a new set they had never seen before, a mirror image representing identical twins. Sam had arranged for the boys to have their own constellations named after them, so that no matter where they were in the world, as long as they were looking up at the starry night sky, there would always be a constant reminder of how much he loved them even though they may be apart.

“Wow, dad! You really had them named after us?”

“I sure did! I even bought you an advanced telescope so that you can help to discover more… even if they can’t be documented, you boys can have the pleasure of writing your own worlds in the stars above.” Dahlia leaned in close as Sam lifted his arm for her to cuddle into him.The tears in her eyes were apparent, but the boys didn’t catch on due to their excitement of air tracing their very own constellations. Dahlia remembers the exact evening Sam discussed the idea with his mother when they visited her for dinner, and slowly the pieces begin to stitch together. This is what had motivated all of these unexpected yet sentimental acts from Sam.

Vivian had discussed having their ceiling mimic this exact view with Liam, and he’d agreed to have the renovations completed by the time of their arrival. She made sure that he knew the things the boys were accustomed to and had already begun shipping things unable to be found in Cordonia out of her need to have some control in this unfortunate situation. Liam was beyond grateful for every bit of information he had been privy to because this was already going to be a major change… one, not even he could be sure that Riley or Cordonia would be openly receptive to.

One last car ride with Carter… this time, both sit up front, after a dare made by Mickey that Mason wouldn’t be able to convince Sam to allow this to ever happen, and if by some rare chance he did, he would stop teasing him about the bedwetting prank he’d pulled on him, never mentioning it again to anyone. He’d teased Mason long and hard over this, making sure to tell anyone that would listen to his comedic rantings, so there was no way that Mason wouldn’t give this a try. To Mickey’s disbelief, all Mason had to do was ask and Sam gave in with a gentle smile, rustling his curls saying, “Just this once!”

His strength had completely faltered, and there was no way that he would be able to thwart the onslaught of questions the boys would have given on the journey home. They wouldn’t continue to believe that he was the nostalgic father he’d previously explained their prior concerns away with. The moment the town car began its designated route to the airport, Sam sank down into Dahlia’s lap, his head heavy and eyes brimming with the unshed tears he had been willing away the entire day.

As she gently stroked his beard, she softly pleaded for him to talk to her. Knowing the details may allow her to comfort him better, but he delays the conversation by planting kisses on her inner thigh through her clothing, moving to place a kiss on her mound before easing his way up to kiss her with such a needy force that she abandons any and all conversation. Unfastening the button with a mere hook of his finger and quickly dragging the zipper down, he buries his face in her crotch, teasing her clit as his hands squeeze her thighs… slowly dragging her forward to allow him better access.

“Sam, I love the way you feel right now, but what about the partition?” Only stopping to lean backward to lock the window access to the back of the town car, he turns and eyes her with such adoration in his eyes that she feels her wetness increasing.

It will take at least an hour to reach the private hanger, where Sam’s plane has been prepped for him to take his family up for the first leg of their air travel. He’s never taken the boys up but feels that this would be the perfect way to ease them into the much longer flight ahead of them. What better way to show his boys how cool their dad is? Their dad…

Desperately needing to get out of his head, he gave her only one instruction, “Don’t make a sound!” The roughness in his kiss suffocated any spurning her mind insisted upon knowing that the boys could potentially hear or see her intimate behavior, soft whispers and cries escaping her. When Sam desired comfort in this way, she knew that whatever was grating on his mind would unravel through the most intense touch he could offer her, and she could barely contain her anxiety to absorb every ounce of feeling that he would pour into her.

He thought that this was finally smothering the feeling of abandonment that haunted him, but her repetitive whisper, “Oh, baby!”, would remind him of the words that escaped Alina’s mouth as he held her, nestled in his lap with each new baby boy held secure in her arms as he firmly surrounded hers… “Oh baby, look how peaceful and beautiful they are!” The push and pull between reality and memory almost proved to be overwhelming, but he would soon remedy this.

Taking her faster would cause her words to falter, only allowing room for her to attempt catching her breath while moaning her elation, but this would only set him back to square one, answering questions he wanted to avoid. Lapping the remnants remaining of her first orgasm, he unbuttons his shirt, hurriedly ripping it from his torso just before leaning back on his knees to unbuckle his belt.

Dahlia is already upright on her knees in front of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing erection, straddling it before he’s even removed the belt completely. A pointless idea now abandoned, he steadies her thighs in his grip as she grinds on him, kissing him with as much passionate energy as she felt coursing through her just moments ago. She feels so damned good taking him as he sits idle, enjoying the feel of her using him to bring a climax and hard release that has her trembling around him, embracing him as she pants so heavily that syncope is near.

Sam is still so conflicted in his heart that his release is stunted each time he is on the brink. Only taking complete control will allow him to escape everything consuming him. Dahlia has no recovery time. Sam lifts her and crawls forward pinning her sideways on the seat as he drives into her hard and fast at first, but slows to give him more time. Both watch as he slowly sheaths himself fully within her, withdrawing at the same pace but lifting upward to intensify the feel of him against her clenching walls.

Stretching her each time as his excitement floods into a near-painful hardness, he finally knows that the time has come to empty all thoughts as he forces himself into her not pulling away any longer but pushing with a deep grind that has her clawing and gripping his arms as he hovers close to her. The buildup to their release becomes so powerful there’s a tightness in his chest and he is almost unable to breathe. One arm holds her tightly against him just below her shoulder blades as his other hand cups her ass, lifting her into his deep strokes, whispering for her to get ready, he’s about to flood her.

She holds tightly around his neck as his grind forces her upward, burying her head until she feels she may scream. “Kiss me, Sam!” He can’t have her talking loudly or screaming. She audibly pouts at his withdrawal, her body now torturously aching to be filled. Unable to protest because Sam repositions and fills her mouth instead, “Take it!” He stretches over her and begins to kiss and suck her orgasm from her as she does him, both grinding wildly against each other’s faces.

Release !!! Finally, a delicious release drowned in barely audible hissing and shivering moans… “Mmmmhm, Sam!!” It takes everything within him to remain silent, but he has to maintain this restraint… The boys can’t know why he so freely agreed to Mason’s request, although this wasn’t necessarily the primary reason. Lazily readjusting themselves and their clothing, “Talk later?” Yawning, her only reply, “Mmmm…” Reaching into the console to retrieve a light fragranced cologne bottle, he squirts a few sprays onto their clothing to mask their adult activities before relaxing back into the seat and holding Dahlia against him as they await arrival at the hanger.

Was this long goodbye truly the best idea? Sure, it gives him more time, but it would still come to an end with the same result… letting go… How the hell was he supposed to do this?

{To be continued...}

#the long goodbye #becoming mrs. dalton #secretaryunpaid #choices fanfiction #choices fandom #choices the nanny affair #tna fanfic #tna fandom #sam x mc #samuel dalton #dahlia schuyler #mickey dalton #mason dalton #intimacy

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damienswhore · 3 years ago

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Mc actually became a wife…

#the nanny affair #sam dalton x mc #sam dalton #mickey dalton #mason dalton

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drramseysrookie · 2 years ago

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Sins of the Father

Summary: Mason Dalton was bred to be at the top of the game, but finding a sturdy foothold is proving more challenging than he initially thought. With pressure mounting from all sides, an unforeseen event could be the catalyst he needs to cement his legacy. Warnings: General Mature Content. Anxiety Disorders. Mentions/Use of Prescribed Substances Word Count:

Prologue

Mason Dalton leaned heavily on the counter in front of him. The ringing in his ears was incessant and he could feel his chest getting tighter with every breath he took. Just outside the door, dinner was still in full swing. The sounds of laughter and chatter drifting from the dining room were muffled by the heavy wooden door, and Mason couldn't be more thankful for the reprieve. Around him the tiled walls had begun to spin and the ringing in his ears had grown louder. He gripped the counter's edge until his knuckles turned white and forced air in and out of his tightening lungs. With great effort he pried a shaking hand from its place on the counter and began frantically searching his pockets. Goddammit. Where had he left them? He knew better than to go anywhere without his prescription, but each pat of his pockets turned up nothing.

Just when he'd become resigned to his inevitable meeting with the bathroom floor, the door swung open and a wave of fresh air washed into the room. His wife, Vivian, stood in the doorway, her eyebrows drawn with concern.

"Mason?"

"Close the door." His voice came out sounding strangled and small.

Vivian stepped inside the small bathroom and closed the door behind her. "Here. I figured you needed these."

She popped open the small clutch bag in her hands and produced an orange pill bottle.

Mason quickly took it. He fumbled in his attempt to get the white cap off, but in seconds had two of the tiny pills in his hand. He tossed them in his mouth and leaned down over the sink, drinking water straight from the faucet.

"Better?"

Mason gave a single nod in response. The pills needed time to work, but just knowing that he had them in his system provided some relief. He moved over an inch as Vivian came to stand next to him at the counter.

She picked up one of the neatly folded hand towels and ran it under the faucet stream.

"You shouldn't let your father rattle you like that." She touched the damp towel to his temple. "He's just looking to shake your confidence."

"I know that." Mason's eyes drifted away from Vivian's face to the shimmering necklace resting around her neck. Clear cut diamonds. A family heirloom from his mother's mother, given to her as a gift on their wedding day. It was meant to be a symbol of his love for her, a reminder. But as of late it had become a statement piece worn simply to spite his mother. Not that he could blame her.

He forced his eyes back to hers. "Trust me, I've known the man my entire life."

"So, let's come up with a plan." Vivian had sat the towel aside and was now working on straightening his tie.

He swatted her away and made the adjustments himself. "I have a plan. Dalton Enterprises is a success in the making. The third quarter earnings report will show that. All I need to do is keep him satisfied until I have something to throw in his face."

"But you can't do that if you're having panic attacks in the washroom."

Mason shot her a look and her returning gaze was steady. He hated when she looked at him like that. Like he was fragile. He was a CEO. A Dalton, dammit. He didn't need to be coddled. Sympathy and pity were not things he desired. That was her wheelhouse.

Vivian sighed. "All I'm saying is, you can lean on me. We're a team, remember?"

"Leaning on you is like leaning on a house of cards. Especially considering the past four years." Vivian looked like she'd been struck and that alone should have told Mason to stop, but instead he added, "Or have you forgotten your own prescribed cocktail?"

The silence that followed made the small room feel even more cramped. Mason studiously avoided taking in his wife's expression, pretending to fuss over his shirt cuffs, before finally clearing his throat.

"We need to go back. We've been gone too long."

Not waiting for a response, Mason gave himself a once over in the mirror before plucking his pill bottle off the counter. He began to put it into his pocket out of habit, but then paused.

"Hold these for me. I don't want-"

"I know. You don't want them rattling in your pocket." Vivian snapped up the bottle from his hand and dropped it in her clutch. "You already told me earlier this evening." Her tone was clipped.

A beat passed between them.

"Thank you." His voice was quiet.

He risked a quick peek in her direction and found her expression cool and impassive. She gave a small, formal nod before turning on her heels and striding from the bathroom.

Mason followed a second later. His longer strides allowed him to close the distance easily. He reached out and gently touched her arm, causing her to pause in her tracks. She turned toward him, her face an emotionless mask in the dimly lit hallway.

"Let's go in together." His voice was low so that only she could hear. They were just paces now from the dining room and the voices of the others could be easily heard.

Mason was loath to depend on anyone for comfort. It was one of the few things his father had taught him that he'd taken in stride. But hearing the man's ostentatious chatter even here at this distance had him longing for support.

He offered Vivian his arm and hoped that she would concede even with the mood he'd put her in.

She took it without so much as a glance up at him. He supposed he was grateful for that. Without seeing the contempt in her eyes, he could at least pretend he had an ally in the room.

They began walking again, side by side.

#DaddyDalton #the nanny affair #choices #sam dalton #mason dalton #mickey dalton #vivian dalton #sins of the father #robin flores #sofia russo #palo russo #tony russo #jordan le #addison dalton

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im-a-puma · 3 years ago

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Yes baby, your mom meant sleepovers 😭

(I like it when you pick you want your LI to be female, it automatically makes everyone a lesbian 🤣🤣🤣)

#pixelberry #choices #the nanny affair #tna #sam dalton #samantha salton #mickey dalton #mason dalton

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peonierose · 2 years ago

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Once (5/5)

**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **

Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover AU

Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Vivian Dalton (F!MC)

Part V of V / Miniseries

Words: 1,900+

Rating: Mature

TW: Cancer, character death, mental illness

Summary: It’s weeks after Addis funeral. Sam and the boys settle in a bit, when Sam gets a surprise.

A/N: This is in honor of my friend Mira who died from ovarian cancer. May you rest in peace 💜

Sam

I was finished at work and got Carter to drive me home while reading through an email I got from Ethan.

I smile even though it’s been a month since Addie‘s funeral.

And it still feels so fresh in my mind.

Thankfully the boys don’t remember too much of that sad day, which turned into a less sad day with my new friend Ethan Ramsey and my brother Robin.

We got pretty drunk, but nobody bothered us. So we kept talking about everything and nothing.

I finished reading through the email that Ethan replied to and put my phone in my pocket to look outside the car window. Seeing all the streets and alleys pass me by while driving through New York.

I mentioned to Ethan, I’d love to go on a little family trip with the boys. Just to relax a bit. So it would be nice to spend some time in Boston. I even asked him if it would be right to visit him in Boston and bring along Mason and Mickey. He was excited and dare I say it a little smile played on his lips.

A contented smile tugs at my own lips.

We haven’t done any family trips in a long while. So this would be the perfect opportunity.

The car slows down and I realize we’ve arrived at the apartment complex.

Carter clears his throat as if nervous.

I smile softly at Carter. He’s a good man. I always respected him a lot.

”Thank you, Carter. Have a safe trip home.“

He turns around to look at me.

”You can take the day off if you’d like. I’ll drive home to my parent's place to pick up the boys.“

Carter smiles and nods.

”Very well Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip.“

”Thank you, Carter.“

I get out of the car and walk towards the apartment. I pass the front desk. When Marvin‘s voice holds me back.

”Mr. Dalton!“

I stop and walk towards him.

He’s in his twenties and works here part-time to earn some money for his college tuition.

”Hello Marvin. How’s it going? How’s college?“

I ask as I shake his hand.

He grins and shoves his caramel-brown hair to the side. His green eyes lit up at my question.

”Oh thanks for asking Sir. It’s a lot. But I’ll have a study session with some friends later. Cramming for a test that’s coming up. I’d never thought college would be this difficult. But I like the challenge.“

I smile.

”That’s good to hear. Keep studying. And you’ll see it’ll pay up.“

I wink and he grins.

”Was there a package or something for me?“ I was thinking maybe it was something that Addie ordered.

I’ve had to unsubscribe from some of the magazines she subscribed to.

He scratches his head and then he seems to remember.

”Oh right. This was delivered for you this morning.“

He hands me a small mint-colored envelope.

With my name and home address written in beautiful calligraphy on it.

Curious who could be sending me a letter. Most people text or write an email these days.

I take the envelope and smile at Marvin.

”Thank you, Marvin. I’ll be heading upstairs and then I’ll be at my parent's to pick up the twins. So I won’t be at home later.“

Marvin grins at me.

”Sure thing Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip. And send your love to your parents and your twins.“

I smile. A genuine one this time. One that wasn’t forced out of me because I was trying to bring joy to my face even though I didn’t feel too much of it in the last couple of weeks. The twins are keeping me sane and happy these days.

”I will. And good luck with your test. I know you’ll do just fine.“

He grins.

”Thanks, Mr. Dalton.“

I wave goodbye and Marvin takes a seat at the desk.

While I ride in the elevator I wonder who’s sent me a letter. I ponder over that question when I get into my apartment and get a change of clothes for something less office formal.

As I pick up my car keys I walk by the picture of Addison and hold up the picture frame.

We went skydiving that day.

That’s when the picture was taken. Her blonde hair is blowing into her face, but she‘s got the biggest smile on her face.

We had a lot of fun that day. Even though Addi was terrified at first, that fear settled pretty soon and then she screamed »I want to do this again.«

I grin at the memory all the while to my car and then on the drive over to my parent's house. I get there and my mom opens the wide doors.

”Sam. You made it.“

She hugs me and I lean down to hug her back.

She smiles and pats my cheek gently, making me feel as if I’m 12 again. Instead of 36. I smile at her and she gestures for me to come inside.

”Come on in. The twins just fell asleep after running around the garden all day. Playing action hero. Whatever that means.“ She grins and I chuckle.

”Sounds like Mason and Mickey.“

I walk in after my mom and she guides me to the garden where she set up a nice late lunch.

”Mom! You didn’t have to go to any trouble.“

She turns and grins, her steps not even faltering.

”I didn’t do this for you, Samuel. I was hungry too. So it was me being indulgent.“

I sit down in one of the comfy dark grey garden chairs. While I let the beautiful and warm sunshine caress my face.

Before my mom can sit down her phone rings and she sighs.

”Pray that this is your father. Who I hope has a good excuse for interrupting our lunch. Because I'm starving.“

I grin.

”Should I wait for you?“ I ask my mom who holds her phone to her ear.

She shakes her head. And walks away to take her call.

I dig in and remember how nostalgic this feels to have lunch at my parent's place.

Then something pokes me. That’s when I remembered I’d forgotten about the letter.

I put down my fork and took out the mint-colored envelope to open it and read what was inside.

When I open it I almost let it fall to the floor.

It’s a letter from Addi.

I lean back in my chair. Shivering despite the sunshine outside.

When I look at the letter again I start to read it.

Sam,

while I’m sitting here, letting the sunshine caress my face and just letting all thoughts drift away, enjoying the here and now, I wanted to tell you something.

No. I wanted to put it in writing. Because I feel that you need to read this for yourself.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I know I can be difficult sometimes.

You laughed at that I know you did, don’t deny it.

I interrupt reading the letter to let out a surprised laugh. Then I continue reading Addis' letter. Even now that she’s gone she still makes me laugh.

You never let me walk alone. Always being there for me. Especially in those last months. For that, I will always be grateful.

The time I spent with you, was the most beautiful time of my life. I will always keep those memories close to my heart. From the moment we met, I knew. You are the one for me (cheesy I know, but it’s true).

Never letting me forget I’m more than a spoiled rich girl, who had it easy. Even though that’s not true at all. People just never bothered to take a peek behind the curtains.

You though? You were different, Sam.

I thought to myself back then, who’s this hot guy asking me out? What is it he wants? To get laid? Or is it more than just some hot sex? Gosh, this sounds weird even in writing. Please ignore my embarrassing moment.

Back to what I was trying to say.

You were so nice and charming. Flirting with me all the time. (You thought you were so subtle with those little gifts and compliments here and there? I’ll let you in on something. You weren’t. But I think I loved you already.)

These past few months…were…difficult, painful, and overwhelming. When I got diagnosed I…just sat there… in that doctor’s office not knowing what to do. Should I cry? Or should I scream? But I know I wouldn’t have solved anything by that.

Sam, I know you were trying your best with me, with Mickey and Mason. Your work? Trying to juggle all of it?

Shouldering everything on your own, never asking for help. And I just made it worse by being stubborn and difficult.

Please know that I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you the way I most likely did. I hope that you can forgive me someday.

I’m not trying to guilt-trip you or wrestle out an apology.

I want you to forgive yourself. To stop being so hard on yourself.

You deserve everything good this world has to offer.

Don’t mourn me too long. (I was told widowers are hot) shake your head all you want, but you know it’s true.

I even went so far as to make you a little bucket list:

Live

Laugh

Kiss (and tell)

Be adventurous

Do things that are out of your comfort zone (and no I don’t mean just skydiving)

Hook up (even in weird places)

Get married (you always looked way too hot in a suit, though it looks better on the floor anyway)

Go to a strip club (Stop rolling your eyes at me)

Do crazy experiments with the boys :) (make a mess of the kitchen)

But most important of all don’t shut yourself off from love.

When it comes knocking, open the door. Let yourself be surprised. Don’t let me be the one to hold you back. You know I always wanted to see you happy.

I’ll be watching over my three favorite boys.

Always,

Addi

When I finished reading the letter I just sat there with tears in my eyes and held the letter close to my heart because I had the strange feeling I could conjure her into existence one more time by holding the letter as close to my heart as I could.

And just like that my pain and my sorrow were lifted a little.

It’s as if Addi knew all the right words to say to me. Knowing exactly what would help me move on a bit easier.

”Oh Addi. You surprise me as always. But there’s nothing to forgive. I promise I’ll take care of the boys and I might even find a nice woman who I can share my life and love with. Someday.“

I know that when the right person stumbles into my life I’ll know. And with Addis' blessing, I won’t feel like I’m cheating or disrespecting her memory.

I will always love and cherish what we had. But I know she’s in a better place. Free of any pain. Only filled with love and joy. Watching over us.

I get up from the table and look up at the sky, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun.

I know it sounds stupid, but it’s as if I can hear Addis's laughter and I smile. The pain in my heart lessened a bit.

And I know things will be okay. Mason, Mickey, and I will be alright.

#Once #Part V #The Nanny Affair #Open Heart #Crossover #AU #Sam Dalton #Addison Dalton #Ethan Ramsey

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socalwriterbee · 2 years ago

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To The Ballgame

Choices Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam Dalton x Marie Castro (MC) Mickey Dalton, Mason Dalton

Word Count: 1577

Rating/Warning: Teen, Fluff

Summary: Sam takes the family out for the day, hoping to give the boys and Marie a day they would never forget.

A/N: Finally able to finish a WIP and I am so excited that it is to accompany the amazing artwork from Ainna on Instagram that I shared earlier (check it out here)

To say I was in a slump would be an understatement!

A/N 2: Please excuse any errors! As always the editor was not her normal self.

Characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry

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“Boys, let’s go”

I call up to my sons, Mason, and Mickey, from the bottom of the stairs for what seems like the hundredth time. I had a surprise for the four of us, the baseball season was coming to an end and the chances of the Bronx Bombers making it into the postseason were not looking so hot but that did not stop me from going all out.

Oh, and Marie’s hometown team from LA was in New York, giving her a team to cheer for, it was sure to get me some brownie points for what I planned out, I sure could use those at the moment.

Ready to call out for the boys again, having no clue at what could be taking them so long, they were already dressed. Mason, Mickey, and I opted to wear the all-gray New York jersey instead of the classic Pinstripe, something a little different for our last game of the season, so really the three of us should be waiting on Marie. I’ll never say that out loud again.

Turning and taking a step up at the sound of something one of the boys yelled out, my face lights up at the sight before me, Marie making her way down the stairs, a smile on her face, her chestnut hair cascading down just past her shoulders, wearing the classic LA Dodger Blue cap to go with the white Dodger jersey and denim pants that hugged all her perfect curves.

“You look breathtaking Ms. Castro.” I work my gaze back up to her the moment she stops with a step or two between us.

A small laugh escapes from Marie and she turns so I can continue assessing her outfit. “Even decked out in the other teams’ colors Mr. Dalton.” She arches an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth lifts in smirk at me, tossing her black jacket over her shoulder before she stops in front of me again.

My smile widens, I take another step up the stairs, closing the space between us just a bit more. I reach out and wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me. Marie throws her arms over my shoulders and leans in to press her lips to mine.

Returning her kiss with a light press of my own, my lips faintly pressed against hers. “It’s a good thing you have that jacket to cover up a highly questionable choice in team.”

Marie throws her head back with a laugh. “Hmm… says the one with—” She begins tracing the letters across my chest. “Guess I can’t hate the jersey too much.”

My eyes widen at her words. “Are you saying that you actually like our team?” I say teasingly, knowing well enough that she would cheer on any other team before my beloved Yankees, even the one down in Boston. I almost shudder at the thought.

“I would never join the Evil Empire.” Marie says before placing another light kiss on my lips. “Never, but back to the boys, they are looking for their baseball gloves. We were looking everywhere in the room and could not find them. So, I came down to see if maybe you had seen them...”

My head drops, clearly, they forgotten we had set them on one of the chairs in the family room so they wouldn’t be looking for them at the last minute, like they were now.

“They were down here the whole time, weren’t they?”

I nod.

“I’ll go get Mason and Mickey so we can go.” Marie says.

Watching as Marie makes her way back up the stairs to grab our boys, she stops and looks over her shoulder. “If we forget to tell you, thank you Sam.”

It was the simple things that we did has a family that brought joy to my boys and Marie, even when I tended to add a little bit more to make it more extravagant then necessary. Something I couldn’t help.

And the three smiling faces I saw as we made our way to the waiting car would be worth the little extra in the end.

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The noise that came at us as we made our way down field was like no other, the sound of balls hitting against the leather of a glove, the music playing around the stadium and the chatter of other New Yorker's and a few transplants going for their respective team, mixed with Mason and Mickey’s awe as they pointed to their favorite players they saw warming up, of course this was after stopping at the concession stand to get Mickey some popcorn, that boy couldn’t wait.

As our guide led us all the way down the steps, passing our seats, to the small door next to the dugout and opening it, waiting for us to walk on the dirt of the batting box. The boys looked back towards me and Marie, “Dad.” “Sam.” Mason, Mickey and Marie said in unison surprised shock lit up their faces.

“Go on. We’re meeting some of the players before the start of the game.” My smile grew wide almost ear to ear at the excitement that the boys display as the set foot onto the field. Marie giving my hand that’s entwined with hers a gentle squeeze as she ducks her head to avoid the netting and takes a step onto the field with me right behind her.

Mason and Mickey run towards a couple of the home team players they see with our guide right behind them. I could see the animation in them as they talk and get autographs and get ready for pictures, those kids were fast, I even caught them asking for one of the players to hit a home run.

“They love this Sam.” Marie whispered in my ear.

“It was nothing.” I reply.

At that, I receive an eye roll from Marie. “Only you would say that, but it is something, look at them, look how happy they are and what makes it something is they get to experience this with their dad, not the chance to meet their favorite players but the time they are spending with you.”

Marie’s words spreads warmth in me and I fall more in love with her, not knowing that was even possible and yeah seeing the look on her face and Mason and Mickey’s was something.

I did have another little something up my sleeve before it was spoiled by one of the LA Reps waiting off to the side. “You know we are not just here for the Bronx Bombers.”

A quizzical look settles on Marie as she turns to face me. “What are you saying?”

“I was able to pull some strings so you can also meet some of your favorite players too.”

Before I could get anymore words out, I feel Marie wrap her arms around me and gifts me with a kiss on my cheek. “You didn’t have to, you know, I would have slipped on over there anyway.”

I laugh, knowing that definitely would have happened. “I know. But this way we..” I pull her closer to me. “don’t get kicked out for you getting a little too excited with the players and banning us from the ballpark before the game even begins.”

Marie gives me that innocent look of hers at calling her out. “Thank you. Mason and Mickey will never forget today, now go--.” Marie gently pushes me towards my boys. “I’m gonna go meet my future husband over there.” Marie winks at me with a little smirk before heading to the opposing dugout.

Knowing she is only joking, that still doesn’t stop me from looking over my shoulder as I head over to the small group that has gathered around some of the New York players and spot my boys getting their gloves signed.

There was nothing like being on at the baseball field on a Sunday afternoon, the sky a bright blue with sparse clouds and the sun making it just perfect. After spending some time talking, taking pictures and getting autographs, the four of us stand at home plate I looked down at Marie, catching her looking up at me with a smile on her face that I return, Mason and Mickey one on each side ready for the picture that will capture this happy moment forever.

Lost in the whiskey color of Marie’s eyes, I almost missed the photographer asking if we would like to look at the picture. The empty feeling of losing Marie’s touch as she made her way towards the photographer brought me back to the now.

The boys and Marie look down at the screen of the camera to see the captured moment. A chuckle escapes from Marie as she looks on, ruffling the hair of Mickey as he shoves more popcorn in his mouth.

Standing next to them, I look down and see our family photo. The four of us standing at home plate with the outfield as our backdrop, Marie and I locked in a look that can be described as loving. Mickey being mischievous, his signature style and Mason the only one of us ready and waving at the camera.

Marie and I both look up at each other at the same time she speaks before I could say anything. “I think this captures us perfectly.”

I couldn’t have agreed more.

Now every time I walk by and see our family outing, it brings me back to that day our little family was happy.

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tags: @choicesficwriterscreations @cariantha @issabees @peonierose @txemrn

#the nanny affair #choices tna #choices sam dalton #sam dalton x mc #marie castro x sam dalton #sam x marie #to the ballgame fic

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damejudywrench · 3 years ago

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I really didn’t anticipate the best part of the nanny affair for me being Mason and Mickey

#they’re the only reason bringing me back #the nanny affair #tna #mickey dalton #mason dalton

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txemrn · 3 years ago

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Okay! So we know Sofia used to call Sam boo-bear, so, what if Brynn jokingly called him that? What would be his reaction?

Hey, girl, hey! Did you think I forgot about this Ask? 🤪

First of all, thank you so much for sending it! *major hugs* 💜 It was so thoughtful!

I hope you don't mind, but your Ask was just too friggin delicious! Like, the devil on my shoulder and I giggled with glee! So, I turned it into a prompt, and oh boy... we got silly. Enjoy! 🤣

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Book: TNA

Word Count: ~6340

Warning: N*FW (🍋--please don't get excited; cringe-worthy smut); profanity; innuendos and sexual content and sexual manipulation

A/N: These characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Big ol' thank you hug to the lovely @kat-tia801 for pre-giggling pre-reading this silliness for me. GO TEAM! Also, thank you, @ao719, for helping me with some brainstorming snags!

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Skyscrapers pierce through the sunrays of the noonday sky, casting shifting shadows on the crowded streets of New York. The bustle of the lunch mob has a distinct sound; she can hear it perfectly with her gray, inquisitive eyes, smirking as she recognizes the panged faces of overworked employees. Although the black town car cancels out the actual nuisance of the busy street noise, Brynn Schuyler is subject to her own deafening show: her boyfriend’s twin sons.

"--and if the chef cuts the fish wrong, and you eat it--" Mickey wraps his hands around his neck, moaning in pain while his body falls limp in his seatbelt.

"Nuh-uh,” Mason fires back at his brother, though not entirely convinced of his own answer.

“It’s true!” Mickey insists, crawling onto his knees to face Mason. “I saw it on TV. If you eat the wrong part of a fish, you’ll die.” He shifts his eyes around the car, “Like, right away.”

“Knock it off, Mickey!” Wrinkling his brows, Mason shoves his brother back into his seat with a loud thud. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever–!”

“Boys!” Brynn scolds. “Mason, we don’t say words like that! Mickey, quit antagonizing your brother–”

“But it’s true, Brynn,” Mickey whines. “Tell him that eating fish can kill you.”

Brynn smirks, squinting her eyes thoughtfully at the seven-year-old. She lovingly smooths out the collar to his polo shirt, trying to make sense of where he heard such a claim. “Mick, I don’t know about that–”

“It was on TV! There are these chefs from Japan and they have to go to a special school and their test is eating the fish they cook–”

“Oh!” Brynn’s eyes grow wide in realization as Mickey speaks with passionate conviction. “You’re talking about one kind of fish–oh, what’s it called? Hrmm–” she taps her lips, trying to remember the alternate name “Oh! It’s that pufferfish! Um…fugu!”

The twin boys instantly stop their pleas, staring in shock at what their father’s girlfriend just said to them. “Dad won’t let us say that word,” nervously informs Mason.

“Wait a minute, what word?” questions a perplexed Brynn.

Mickey cups his hand around his mouth, leaning towards her. “The f-word.”

Brynn lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh boys, no,” she titters, “that’s not–”

“Yeah huh,” Mickey eagerly interrupts, turning to talk conspiratorially to his brother, “but sometimes when he’s really mad, Dad says it–”

“Oh! Like the other night with Brynn? In his bedroom?” Whispers Mason back to Mickey.

“Say what?” Her jaw drops in horror. Surely she is not hearing what she thinks she is hearing.

A flash of guilt pours over Mason’s face as he meekly adjusts his glasses on his nose. “We could hear you, “--he swallows thickly, “--screaming that word. And then Dad would scream it, and then you would scream it back at him again–”

“And sometimes you scream it at the same time as Dad,” fills in Mickey. “Sometimes you sound really sad, like you’ve been crying. Sometimes you sound like you're laughing–”

“You guys hear all that?” Brynn abruptly interjects the boys, a queasy sensation overcoming her stomach. She and Sam had been so careful, so clever and stealthy with their insatiable private life–or so she thought. She shakes her head. “I mean, um–” she stops the twins before they can answer her previous question. “You know? Your father is exactly right. You should never, ever say that word–”

“Then why are you and Dad allowed to say it?” Innocently questions Mickey.

Feeling her cheeks flush, Brynn looks to the family’s driver Carter, their eyes meeting in his rearview mirror. Stifling a chuckle, he offers a shrug with a knowing wink, making her face burn deep scarlet. She finally fumbles out an answer in hopes to change the subject. “Listen, if you ever hear us saying, ya’know, that word, it means something serious is happening that is private and only for adults. Capiche?” The boys turn to one another, shrugging their shoulders before bobbing their heads up and down in agreement. Brynn never felt so relieved to hear pure silence.

Finally at their destination, the boys eagerly bounce out of their seats onto the busy sidewalk, taking special note to stay close to Brynn. “Thanks, Carter,” she leans against his window, giving him money. “Go get you some lunch–something good. We shouldn’t be too long.” With an endearing smile, Carter tips his cap and slowly rejoins traffic. As Brynn waves goodbye, her attention falls back on the boys.

“You guys ready to--?” Brynn suddenly cuts herself off when she notices the less than thrilled looks from the twins. "Oh c’mon, you two. What's with the pouty faces?"

“Why are we at Dad's job?” whines Mickey, crossing his arms. “I thought you said we were going to the park."

"We are, silly!” Brynn snickers into a sigh.

The twins slouch their shoulders. “It’s so boring here, and Dad never has time to play when we’re here,” sadly states Mickey.

Brynn squats down to his level, gingerly cupping his cheek and stroking it with her thumb. She wraps her other arm around Mason's shoulders, pulling him securely to her side. “You two know how busy your dad is at work. But, who comes home and plays with you every night?” The boys slowly grin in understanding. “And who gets a Daddy Day once a week where they get to do anything with their father? No business calls, no meetings, none of the icky boring adult stuff?” Both of the boys begin to giggle, their cheeks pinking with joy.

“We are just making a quick stop here, and then–” she raises an eyebrow, “-- it’s off to show you two who can go the highest on the swings!”

“Uh-uh!” Squeals Mason.

“No way!” Mickey playfully sticks out his tongue.

Brynn chuckles, hugging the boys tight against her. She combs her fingers through each of their long, chestnut curls. “So, the sooner we get done here,” she holds out her hand for Mason to take it, “the sooner we can go do what we want to do. Sound good?” Mickey dutifully takes Brynn’s other hand, nodding his head in unison with his brother. They begin to proceed through the massive multitude of people on the street.

“Will we see Dad at all?” shouts Mason.

“Probably not,” she pulls the boys closer. “Your Uncle Robin needed a favor.”

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“Mr. Flores, you’re needed in sector 4B.”

Robin lets out a hefty exhale as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He reaches across his wooden desk, pressing the answer button to his intercom. “Sheila? I thought we talked about this. I am not available until further notice, until I’m–” he stumbles over his words, “--um, more presentable to the public.”

Ending the call, Robin quickly cuts off the overhead light to his office so that no one would attempt to disturb him. He anxiously paces back and forth in his office, carefully avoiding the glass door which has no privacy screen or curtain. He already pulled the blinds to his window-enclosed room to block out prying eyes; plus he canceled his full afternoon of meetings. But, how would he get home like this? He is relying on his brother’s girlfriend to show up with the answer. And soon.

Sitting in the dark at his computer, he pulls out his cell phone to contact Brynn. Was she able to get into his apartment building? Did she find the right keys? Did she find what he was looking for?

His intercom buzzes again. “Mr. Flores?”

Robin sighs, trying not to be irritated with his secretary. It wasn’t her fault he is in this predicament. He answers the call. “Yes, Sheila?”

“I apologize for disturbing you again, sir, but I forgot to tell you that Ms. Schuyler arrived a little while ago, and she’s en route to your–”

“She’s on her way?” Robin interrupts with urgency, jumping from his chair. He hadn’t thought this far into his plan, but he at least wanted to be prepared for when Brynn walked into his office. “Thanks, Sheila!” He frantically ends the call. He turns to his left, then to his right, looking for something, anything to cover up his current state. He grabs the trash can off the floor as he continues to spin in a circle, searching for a better option when suddenly he discovers he forgot to lock the deadbolt to his office.

The glass door swings open. “Go on in, boys–” Brynn’s voice echoes in from the hallway, directing the twins into the room.

“But why is it so dark in here?” Innocently asks Mason, tripping over his own feet into the light-less room.

Robin freezes, holding the trashcan in front of his hips as a sweltering blush creeps across his cheeks. He slowly swallows, forcing a charming grin to mask his terrified face. “You made it!” He chuckles, attempting to act like everything is normal.

“Hey, Robin,” Brynn hesitantly greets, only able to make out his figure. She runs her hand along the wall, looking for the light switch. “Dude,” she snickers, “why is it so dark in here–?”

“No, Brynn!” Robin shouts, dropping the waste basket to reach out to stop her. “Don’t flip on the–”

As the lights hum to life, Brynn twirls around to inspect the commotion Robin is creating. As her eyes adjust to the fluorescent lighting of his office, she smiles brightly to greet him–that is until her face drops in horror.

And she screams.“Oh, God!” Her expression becomes more pained, more disgusted. “Oh my God!” Brynn cinches her eyes tightly closed before covering her eyes with her hands.

“No-no-no-no!” Robin rapid fires the word from his tongue. “It’s not what you think–!”

Thinking on her toes, Brynn turns the lights back off as she sweetly calls to the boys. “Guys, I need you to do me a favor and wait outside. This will be quick.” The twins nod obediently and exit through the office door.

“Brynn, I–?”

“Robin! Where the fuck are your pants?”

“Listen, I–?”

“And for the love of all that is holy, why is that thing so happy right now?” Brynn peeks through her fingers to casually look under Robin’s desk, fully expecting to see someone.

“No, there’s no one under there,” sternly answers Robin. Clearly unhappy, he crosses his arms, glaring at his brother’s girlfriend.

“Christ, Robin, your seven-year-old nephews were just in here–hell! You knew I was coming up here! Could you have given me just an inkling of a warning that the pants were for, um, were for–?” She extends her arms, her hands motioning towards the bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Oh! And do tell: how do you suspect that conversation would’ve gone, sweetie?” He glowers at her. He holds his hand up like a telephone to his ear before speaking in a husky voice. “Hey, Brynn, I have a massive hard on that I can’t seem to get rid of. Could’ya bring me some pants?” He heightens his voice, pretending to be more dainty and feminine as he bats his eyelashes. “Oh, Robin, I’d love to bring you some trousers to fit your humongous–”

“Stop!” Brynn holds up her hand, closing her eyes. “Point taken. Can you fill me in now?”

Robin holds out his hand. “Sweats please.” He looks away from Brynn, refusing to look her in the eye. “I’m not going to explain myself until I cover up.” She hands him the pair of sweatpants, hastily turning her back so he can slip them over his bare legs and full erection. “You know? This is Sam’s fault.” Raising an eyebrow, Brynn whips around, but remains speechless.,”Yeah, your precious boyfriend, who knew I had several important meetings this afternoon, slipped something in my coffee, and now–” Robin sighs, leaning in to whisper, “Robin Junior won’t go down. And now my slacks are too tight.” He huffs. “Did you know a dick can chafe, Brynn? Did you?” His voice quietly strains..

“H–Hold–Hold on.” Brynn waves her hands to interrupt. “How do you know it was Sam?”

Robin leans up against his desk with a smug-look on his face. “Because when I asked him, the fucker texted me this.” He grabs his phone to open his text message from Sam. “See?”

Brynn squints her eyes, perplexed by the picture. “What is that? Are those chess pieces?”

“Yeah,” he points to the game pieces in the picture: a queen with a turned over king. “This is called checkmate, meaning the king cannot escape. Sammy’s claiming that he’s won.”

Brynn furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Won what?” She spends a moment in silence, thinking about what all this could mean–that is until suddenly, it dons on her. “Fucking-A,” she gurmbles, glaring at her good friend. “Are you two still being assholes to each other–?”

Robin clears his throat, becoming serious. “It’s called a prank war. We’ve been doing this off-and-on since we were fifteen. It’s perfectly harmless,” he abruptly feels the ache in his boxers, making him wince. “Well, at least it was.”

“Harmless my ass,” Brynn sardonically chuckles, “you dyed his hair that sewage green color last week! You knew he had that huge client presentation.”

“Yeah, well–,” Robin quiets his snickers while pointing to his forehead, “--it was only after he shaved off my eyebrows!”

“Cool!” Mickey peeks into the room, commenting on what he was hearing.

“Mick!” Brynn snaps her fingers. “Out!” She points to the door as Mickey slinks back to the hallway. She turns her attention back to her boyfriend’s half-brother. “You both have got to stop this prank war business. It has gotten way out of hand, and look,” she motions to the door. “You aren’t setting a good example for the boys.”

“Yeah,” Robin groans, combing his fingers through his hair before dragging them down his face. A tender, sorrowful look of remorse crosses his face., “I know, I know. You’re right. I guess a man should know when he’s been beaten.” They endearingly smile at one another.

“Well, I have a special date with two handsome Dalton men,” she grins sweetly, grabbing her tote bag. “Um–” she glances down at Robin’s bulge, “Should I maybe, um, take you somewhere to get that fixed?”

“Oh?” Robin hopefully rocks his hips forward while shoving his hands into his pockets. “And, um–” he drags his teeth across his bottom lip, taking in Brynn’s entire physique, “what did you have in mind?”

Brynn wrinkles up her nose, backing up towards the door to leave. “I think you can take care of that yourself. Just next time, lock the door,” she winks.

“Wait a minute,” Robin jogs up next to her to stop her. “I’m curious,” he hushes his voice, “does Sam have to take, um… does he need help getting enhanced?”

“Wow,” Brynn blushes, grabbing a piece of gum from her bag “so many lines have been crossed today–”

“I’m just curious as to where perfect Sammy got a pill like that,” Robin teases, holding back a laugh.

“Fucking grow up, Robin.”

“So then you and Sam–?”

Brynn sighs, taking the bait as she removes the silver wrapping to her gum. “Best sex ever,” she purposefully gloats. “Oh, and Robin?”

“Hrmmm?”

“He has no problem getting it up,” Brynn seductively places the gum in her mouth, letting the tip of her tongue pull it in deeper, “Or down,” she purrs.

“Oh God,” Robin mutters, a look of disgust crawling across his face.

Tickled by his reaction, Brynn puts on her oversized, tortoise-shell sunglasses and heads for the door.

“That can only mean one thing,” Robin calls out, his hands resting in his pockets. “He’s got you–oh God!”

Brynn stops, whirling around hastily. “He’s got me what–?”

Robin rubs his cheek, bewildered. “Wow, I never would’ve picked you out as someone who’d enjoy doing that–”

“What?” Brynn interjects. “What are you even talking about, Flores? What does Sam have me doing?” She takes a step closer. “Enjoying what exactly–?”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge,” Robin throws up his hands in defense, feigning innocence. “I mean, I always try anything at least twice: once to try it, and then again to confirm it wasn't just a fluke." He smirks while Brynn rolls her eyes. "I’m just saying it surprises me–”

“For Christ’s sake,” Brynn bites. “What are you even talking about?”

Robin sighs, looking suspiciously to the door to ensure the twins were still out of earshot. He then leans back against his desk, folding his hands together. “Alright,” he clicks his tongue, “baby talk.”

Brynn titters. "Did you just say--?" She tumbles into a fit of laughter, cupping both of her hands over her mouth.

“Okay, fine, nevermind,” Robin waves his hand to dismiss her as he walks back around his desk to take a seat.

“I’m sorry,” Brynn continues to chuckle in between her words, “I just–I just– that is the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. I can almost see the look on Sam’s face if I started baby-talking to him. He would hate that!”

Robin pulls out a few file folders refusing to make eye contact with Brynn.

Brynn quickly settles down as she watches Robin intently. “He would hate that,” a sudden worried look splashes across her face, “wouldn’t he?”

Robin shuffles around some papers, flashing a quick glance to Brynn. “Mhmm, whatever you say.” He raises his eyebrows as if to mock her. “You’re the girlfriend,” he sasses under his breath.

Brynn purses her lips together, her eyes wander about the room in search of a comeback, but nothing clever comes to her mind. Irritated, she grabs her purse and stomps towards the door. Grabbing the handle, she stops, taking a few deep breaths. She finally blows a raspberry with her lips. “Nice try, Flores.”

“Suit yourself, Schuyler,” he spouts nonchalantly, busying himself with his documents. “It’s just–no, nevermind.”

Brynn slowly turns around, focusing her attention on Robin. She crosses her arms, popping out her hip. “Okay. Fine. Spit it out.”

Robin finds a stopping point in his work, before finally lounging back in his office chair. He exhales loudly as he tucks his hands behind his head. “Think about it: do you really think Sam would let a woman call him ‘Boo-Bear’?”

Brynn shutters. “No–I mean, yes–I mean–” she lets out a heavy breath in frustration. She nervously chews on the side of her mouth. “I figured he was just being nice, and didn’t want to hurt her feelings–”

“Brynny, let me shoot it to you straight,” Robin rests his hands flat on the desk, becoming very serious. “There is nothing sexy about ‘Boo-Bear’--nothing. Being called that will make any guy lose a hard-on in 2.4 seconds–” he leans in collusively towards Brynn, “Unless the man gets off to that kind of talk.”

“Oh, please–”

“I’m serious.” His eyes shift around the room. “Sofia called him ‘Boo-Bear’. What did Addy call him? ‘Boo-Bear’. Adriana Lima? ‘Boo-Bear’. His little publicity stunt with Kelsey Kardashian–”

“Wait, Kelsey Kardashian?” Brynn uses her fingers, counting out the Kardashian sisters. “Who’s Kelsey?”

“Oh,” Robin waves his hand. “We were trying to land this deal with this firm out in LA several years back, and well, long story short, Dad and Sammy thought dating a Kardashian would promote the Dalton image.”

“Yeah, but Kelsey?”

“Turns out the only Kardashian Sam could snag was their cousin Kelsey who acts as a Kim impersonator on the strip. They lasted for a few weeks.” He settles back into his chair. “Now Kourtney and I? We go back–”

“You?” Brynn nearly chokes on her gum. “You and Kourtney Kardashian?”

“Hey, you forget: I’m best friends with the Lord.” Robin smugly grins as if that means something life-altering to Brynn; but when her forehead crinkles, he rolls his eyes. “Lord Disick!”

“Jesus Christ–”

“Wrong Lord,” he wags his finger. “Lord Scott Disick. I introduced him and Kourtney–I mean, after I sampled the goods–”

“Are we done here or–?”

“Okay--okay, the point I’m trying to make, Brynny dear, is that even Kelsey Kardashian was calling him ‘Boo Bear’.” He clasps his hands together, the tips of his pointer fingers pressed to one another, thoughtfully placed against his upper lip. “It’s just a matter of time–”

“No,” Brynn shakes her head. “Sam’s not into baby talk. He–He can’t be. He’s not.” She opens the glass door to exit his office.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you, if you’re wanting to really spice things up and maybe even surprise him–”

“Goodbye, Flores.”

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Later that evening after the twins had been put to bed, Robin’s words continue to rattle around furiously in Brynn’s head. One of the best things about her intimate relationship with Sam is the vulnerability they share with one another. As their relationship deepens, their desire for pleasing one another reaches new highs in the form of new experiences. But this? Dirty talk is no problem for them; the twins made that quite clear this afternoon. But baby talk? Is that considered role-playing? Is she seriously considering this? Can she even bring herself to say those two, bone-chilling words: boo-bear?

She fixes her eyes on Sam, as he silently finishes his late dinner. Baby talk, she smirks to herself. That gorgeous man is into cutesy voices and rhyming words? Brynn mindlessly chews on her cuticles, her attention fixated on her boyfriend. She should talk to him first, right? But, if it turns him on, how much more turned on would he be that she took the initiative?

Unaware of how lost she is in her thoughts, her face contorts with concern. The wrinkles on her forehead deepen with each sigh of disdain. The edges of her mouth begin to fall into a pensive frown.

“Babe?” Sam gently breaks her from her reverie. “Is everything okay?”

Brynn’s cheeks flush. “Yeah,” she fibs into a soft titter. “I–I’m fine,” she grins.

Raising an eyebrow, he fixes his eyes on Brynn as he finishes his bite. “What are you thinking?”

Well, no time like the present, she motivates herself.

A devious look washes over Brynn, her eyes darkening with lust as she stands up from her seat. Watching him casually lick his bottom lip. Brynn slowly struts to Sam’s side, his attention mesmerized by the sway of her curves. She places her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she straddles his lap. She runs her fingers through his waves, tugging at the nape of his neck. His eyes flutter close, leaning into her touch.

“What do you think I’m thinking, Sammy Bear?”

Sam curiously smolders at the heated woman before him. Caressing her skin wantonly, his strong, outstretched hands wander down the slope of her back until firmly gripping the fullness of her ass. Eliciting a playful gasp, he captures her bottom lip with his mouth, his tongue pleading for hers. Standing up away from the table, she locks her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Tearing away from his lusty pout, Brynn bats her eyelashes. “Time to go nighty-night?”

Sam chuckles, spanking Brynn’s bottom. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He swiftly carries her into the bedroom, locking the door.

Holy shit. This is working. She hastily unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his rugged shoulders before staring in awe. “Oh, Sammy Bear,” she giggles, “are you my big, gwo-wing boy?” She begins to drag her hand down the taut musculature of his chest–that is until he suddenly grasps her hand. Crap! Too far…

She looks up to Sam, her stormy-blue eyes darting between his darkened eyes and inviting plump pout. She tries to slow down her racing heartbeat, but Brynn quickly grows breathless as he brings her hand to his mouth. His tender kisses against her knuckles quickly turn to his lips parting, his mouth hungry for more of her. He takes in her pointer and middle finger, the tip of his tongue flicking them apart as he slides his tongue back and forth between them.

Her breath hitches in her chest, making Sam lustfully chuckle with a sinister grin. Pulling her fingers out, his voice grows deeper, more gravelly. “Wanna feel your big, growing boy?” Guiding her with his grip, he slips her hand down his slacks, wrapping her hand around his firm girth. Her soft touch buckles his knees, her lips crashing perfectly into his. He moans into her, her hand stroking his hard cock, draping her two licked fingers casually around each pump of her arm.

“Fuck, Brynn,” he exhales. He attempts to roll his head back, but Brynn sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, her fingers grasping stronger, her thumb intimately circling his tip. “Brynn, fuck– it’s–fuck, I can’t–I’m gonna–I’m gonna–” Without warning, Sam spills into his own ecstasy, panting heavily to catch his breath. Brynn tenderly massages him through his release, her lips pressed against his neck and jaw. Sam’s guttural groans and growls tease her into her own heightened senses.

“Did Sammy Bear enjoy his widdle play time?” She nibbles on his ear.

“Mhmm,” he moans, lacing his fingers through his tousled waves. Gripping her hair tightly, Sam exposes her neck, and begins to feast fervently on the delicate skin.

The tickle of his tongue sends her into a titter of snickers. That was so fast! I cannot believe that fucking worked. Sam Dalton? Into baby talk?

Suddenly, Brynn is pushed back, tumbling carelessly into the bed. “Someone’s been a very naughty girl,” whispers Sam, crawling on top of her body to claim her lips again. Lifting up her dress, he fingers glide up her smooth thighs. “Mmmm, a very naughty girl,” he murmurs as he slides his fingers into her wet, lacy panties.

Sam slips to the side of her body, his eyes bouncing from Brynn’s doting eyes to his own ministrations of taking off her undergarments. Slipping off her red thong, he sniffs them ferally before tossing them to the floor. “Well, well, Miss, Schuyler, what have we here?” He teases as his hands ravenously take hold of her bare ass. With the sound of her pleasurable gasp, Sam slips off the bed, falling to his knees.

With his fingertips digging into her skin, he lifts her pelvis closer to himself, burying his face in between her saturated lips. Lapping at her slick desire, Sam traces his mouth up her slit, hovering over her most sensitive of areas.

“Ohhh,” she breathlessly whimpers, her toes curling against his shoulders. “Someone’s a hung-wee widdle bear,” she exhales gravelly.

For a brief moment, Sam glances up, raising an eyebrow at his lover. He’s never heard her talk like this before, but despite this atypical behavior, he takes pleasure in hearing her come undone. And if this new peculiar way of expressing herself is what she wants, then he’s more than happy to play along.

Brynn softly calls out to him. “Please don’t stop, baby,” she moans. “Your mouthy-wouthy feels so good on my kitty–” she singsongs into another hum of pleasure. As she writhes for his touch, he takes hold of her again with his mouth.

Feeling the sudden rhythmic strokes of his lithe tongue around her clit, Brynn cradles his head between her thighs. With the arch of her back, her breathing turns to panting as she grips the sheets of the bed.

With his plump lips, Sam engulfs her pulsating center, sucking her into his mouth, his teeth grazing her exactly where she wants to be touched. With each wave of pleasure threatening to wreck her into complete ecstasy, Brynn quickly spirals undone.

“Yes, God!” She groans, bucking her hips into Sam. “Right–oh God, yes, there, yes! Don’t–stop–God, I’m going to–I’m going to—” Suddenly arching her back, Brynn succumbs to her own pleasure, pouring over her trembling body. Her eyes cinch tightly closed as her head tosses back and forth with each magnetized jolt of euphoria through her body. Sam intently twirls his tongue around her pulsating center, helping her finish completely.

Hearing her breathing slow down, Sam gently kisses her thighs before tenderly tracing a path up her belly. Finally, he rests his head between her clothed breasts.

Instinctively, Brynn cradles Sam’s head in her arms, casually combing his waves, the feel of her nails sending chills down his spine. This was incredible, she praises herself. And we’re not done yet, she jokes..

Sam closes his chocolate brown eyes, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulls him into total relaxation. “I love you, baby.”

Filled with confidence over her success with the baby talk, Brynn breathes out a joyous sigh of relief, hugging tightly to Sam. “I love you, too, Boo-Bear.”

Sams’ body grows rigid. With a scoff, he slips off of Brynn.

“Baby?” She opens her eyes, wondering what happened. “Where are you going–?”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brynn?” Sam snarls.

Brynn sits up, leaning back on her arms. “Baby?” Confusion spreads across her face as she watches the look of putrid disgust plague his handsome features. He wipes off his face, turning to slide off the bed. “Baby, c’mon.”

Sam grabs a cotton t-shirt, jerking it over his head furiously, his heavy breathing audible.

“Baby,” Brynn slips out of bed, adjusting her dress. “Talk to me,” she wraps her arms around his waist. “What’s wrong–?”

“You know damn well what’s wrong,” he grabs her hands, removing her arms away from his body.

“Sam,” she struggles to find words, “I–I don’t know. I thought–” she offers a sensual grin, “--I thought we were having a good timey-wimey, you being my cutesy-wootsy Boo-Bear–”

“That!” He roars. “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabs her shoulders, “Why would you even say something so abhorrent to me?” He lets go of her, storming to the bathroom. “Is this some kind of sick joke, or–”

“Sam,” her eyes begin to water. “I–I’m sorry, I–I–I don’t know what to say.” She slumps her shoulders, her a red flushing growing up her chest and neck. “I–I thought you would enjoy that, the baby talk and-and me calling you, well, you know–”

“Don’t!” Sam frantically screams, putting his hand up in front of her face. “For fuck’s sake, Brynn, what made you think that I’d–” he trails off, putting his hands on his hips. He shakes his head in disbelief. “Baby talk? Really?”

“I said I was sorry,” sniffles Brynn.

“And don’t even get me started on that disgusting pet name–”

“Wait,” Brynn stifles a sob. “You–you don’t like Boo-Bear?” Her eyebrows knit together with curiosity.

“No!” Sam snickers sardonically. “Why would you think that? I mean, for fuck’s sake, how, Brynn? How could you even think that? I fucking hated that name when that wench insisted in calling me that! Do you have any idea how hard it is to perform, being called that?” Sam begins to pace like a prowling lion, his anger evident with each step. “I thought everything was fine here,” he points to the bed, “I thought we were fine.”

“Oh my God,” Brynn mutters to herself, placing her palm against forehead. “Oh my God, Sam, I–I can’t believe this–”

“That makes two of us,” he crosses his arms across his chest.

“No, no, I mean, I was duped. I–I was led to believe that you like those things–that you enjoy those things. I–oh my God!” Brynn’s tone becomes gruffer, more irritated as her hands turn into fists.

“Who told you–?”

“Wait–” she holds her hand up, sniffing the air deeply. “Do you smell that?” She turns towards the door of the bedroom, sniffing deeply. “Do you smell smoke?”

Sam puts his hand on the door, ensuring it wasn’t hot. He sniffs, again. “Yeah, yeah I do. And actually–” he breathes in intently, “it smells like a cigar.”

Staring into each other’s eyes with a sense of panic growing inside of them, they simultaneously shout: “The boys!” Hurrying out of the master bedroom, they jog through the darkened penthouse, the earthy smoke smell growing stronger with each step they take until finally, they cross paths with a floating smoke ring in the air, coming from the living room.

Unexpectedly inhaling the smoke, Brynn begins to cough, crouching over to clear her lungs. Sam wafts at the fumes, trying to get a clearer view of where they were coming from. He finally reaches over the wall, flipping on the soft, ambient lighting of the room.

And their mouths drop in shock.

“Checkmate, mother fucker!”

With a smug grin on his face, Robin sits comfortably with his legs crossed in a wing-backed chair, smoking a meduro.

“You… you asshole!” Brynn lunges at Robin, only to be stopped by Sam. He instantly wraps his arms around her, urging her to calm down. “He’s the one!” She shouts. “You fucking used me!”

As Robin grins mischievously, Sam grows more concerned. “Wait, what do you mean ‘he used you’? And Robin,” he blows a raspberry, “what the fuck are you doing here so late?”

“And miss the show?”

“Fuck you!” Spits Brynn.

“So vulgar!” Robin jovially laughs to himself. “I personally enjoyed her with the baby talk myself.” He begins to applaud with his hands, “Marvelous performance, by the way.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to throw up,” Brynn whimpers into a scowl, crossing her arms. She turns towards her boyfriend. “He told me that you love baby talk, that you’ve made your past relationships call you that pet name–”

Both Sam and Robin interrupt her, holding up their hands. “No! Don’t say it!”

Brynn sighs, dropping her head into her hands. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Robin?” Sam peers at his brother, completely dumbfounded. “Did you really–fuck!” He lets out a scream, pacing in frustration before returning his attention back on his brother. “Did you really do this? Did you really tell Brynn all of that horseshit?”

“Pretty clever, huh, Sammy?” Robin chuckles.

Brynn storms up to Robin, stealing his cigar. “Get the fuck out of my house!” she sneers.

“Or else what?” Robin pretends to be fearful. “Is Brynny Wynny going to punish me for being a naughty boy?”

In a sudden flash, Sam grabs Robin by the arm, manhandling him from the chair and pushing him towards the elevators. “Spare key. Now.” Sam holds out his stern hand, fighting the urge to pummel his younger brother.

“C’mon, Sammy,” Robin tries to reason, “this is your fault, too. You’re the one that gave me a fucking hard-on at work today. At least I helped you get some action–”

Sam shoves Robin against the wall, holding his forearm across his throat. He leans in close.. “Our prank wars are between us,” he snarls. “And for the record, I got action despite you.” Robin quickly drops his key into Sam’s other hand, causing Sam to let go. He roughly escorts his brother onto the elevator. “Enjoy your hand, little bro,” Sam pumps his hand in the air as if his fingers were wrapped around a phallic shape.

Once ensuring Robin was gone, Sam retreats back into the living room to find Brynn curled up on the couch. He quietly sits next to her, remaining silent as they both stare out the widow at the New York City skyline.

“Are you okay?” Sam gingerly whispers.

“I’ll be fine,” there’s a tremble in her voice as she hides the fact she is wiping away tears on her shirt.

“Brynn, I–” Sam senses her sadness, pulling her body onto his lap. “I’m so sorry this happened.” He nuzzles his nose into her cheek, naturally making her become unglued with tears.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he tightens his embrace around her. “I’m just so embarrassed–”

“Shhh, I know,” he consoles her, rubbing her back endearingly. “But, hey, it’s me,” he sweetly laces her hairline with kisses. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was definitely, um–” he clears his throat, making Brynn slap playfully at his chest, “--but, I bet you we will laugh about this someday.”

“You think so?” Brynn smiles, wiping at her eyes.

“Yep, when we’re old and gray,” he snickers, squeezing her affectionately, “and I need one of those pills Robin took.” Sam and Brynn fall into a tizzy of laughter, holding tightly to each other in the dark.

“Dad! Brynn!”

All of a sudden around the corner, Mickey and Mason bound towards the couple on the couch. Sam rubs his hand down his face as the boys sleepily fall into his and Brynn’s lap.

“What are you two doing out of bed? It’s late.”

“Well, we wanted to make sure you and Brynn were okay,” quietly answers Mason. “We heard hollering voices.”

“Yeah,” interjects Mickey. “We weren’t sure if you needed help,” he flashes a concerned look to his brother before continuing, “or if it was a private, adult thing. You know–” he covers his mouth secretively, leaning in towards his father and his girlfriend to whisper. “--involving the f-word.”

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, turning his attention to Brynn. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope.” Completely unphased, Brynn is already shaking her head, staring at the twins. “After what just happened? Not even a little bit.”

After a few minutes of late night snuggles with the boys, the twins finally retreat back to their room, hand-in-hand with Brynn and Sam. They eagerly jump into their bunk bed, their eyes instantly becoming heavy with exhaustion.

“Love you, guys,” whispers Sam as he flips on their night light.

“Love you, too, Dad,” yawns Mason.

“G’night Brynn,” Mickey sweetly waves.

“Sweet dreams,” she softly singsongs.

Shutting the door, Sam wraps an arm around Brynn, guiding her slowly down the hallway. Once reaching his bedroom, he closes the door before engulfing Brynn in his strong embrace, tracing comforting circles down her back. After several moments of enjoying each other in silence, Sam presses his lips against the shell of her ear.

“Who’s ready to go night-night?”

Brynn giggles, stealing a kiss from his lips. “Sounds perfect.”

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