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Wood Family + Name Meanings [Part 1/?] Lynn’s Birthday Bash Happy Sweet Seventeen Lynn darling! 
I wish you all the best and I hope you had a great one!! 
I also want to thank you for becoming one of my best friends here in such a short time!

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"Why do you have this ring?" (minnie to oliver) "Did we get married last night..?" (lucy)

“Why do you have this ring?”

Oliver’s head shot up so quickly, it would be hours later before he realised that he may have pulled a muscle. “Huh? What- What ring? I don’t-” He shook his head as his eyes zeroed on the very obvious ring Minnie was holding. Within a second, he jumped off the couch and snatched the ring out of her hand. “It’s nothing. Not important.” He shoved it in the back of his pants and grinned (a very nervous grin) at his sister.

“Did we get married last night..?“ 

“We..? Oww..” Oliver blinked his eyes to adjust to the light. His head was pounding and he wished that the person next door would also stop pounding the bloody wall so early in the morning. Except the clock hanging on the wall says that it’s about 11 in the afternoon. He rubbed his eyes and the first thing they caught was the glint coming from someone’s - Lucy’s - finger. A ring. That got his attention as he shot out of the bed. “We what?!” He did not remember proposing or any ceremony, but then again he didn’t remember anything from last night. But if they did- if they somehow did got married.. Well, this was not how he had wanted it to be. 

[enchanthings-a]

Dear sister

Dear sister,

You are, first and foremost, my family. I don’t always have the bond you do with our brother, but I know that our bond is still strong enough. 

Sometimes it feels as if you and our brother dote on me more than necessary. Sometimes it feels like I’m being suffocated by your success. Sometimes it feels like you don’t trust me enough, even if you say it’s for my own good. You are the eldest of the family, the only daughter, and you have so much to live up to. I wonder how it affects you, but you never discuss that with me, only with our brother. 

And sometimes, I wonder. I wonder if you ever blame me for being the closest to mom and dad. I wonder if you ever blame me for being their favourite. I wonder if you ever blame me for having Spirit powers. I wonder if you will ever be able to forgive and trust once more.

But I’m not trying to blame you for all of this. I know it has been hard for you, and I know that you’re just doing what you think is best. You’re just trying to look out for me. I just wish that sometimes you’d let me look out for you too. You may not want me to worry, but I do worry. And not telling me just makes me worry all the more.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I love you. No matter how much you don’t seem to trust me, for my own good, and no matter how much you still don’t trust our parents. I love you because we’re family, and in the end, you are always there for me. 

Love,

Oliver Wood II