#story drysdale x posie rogers

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Have you ever written about Story seeing Posie for the first time in a while since Story was held captive? I love them🥺🥺

I have not...this is going to have some bittersweet moments, and I'm also going to include some moments with Story and Posie after Dayton's passing. That little girl was so happy that Story was having a baby, and she really didn't spend a ton of time with her in the early pregnancy.

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The Best Mommies

Summary: Ree and Posie time

Pairings: Story X Posie

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  mentions of miscarriages, mentions of fertility issues, mentions of rehab, mentions of anxiety, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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“Ris,” James follows his wife out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Using his longer legs to gain on her quickly. Gently reaching out for her arm, but she flinches away. “Iris, please.”

“You called me Iris,” her voice angry, but more hurt than anything. “Not Iris Jade. But Iris.”

“Because, you won’t stop and listen.”

“Why is it everything that she wants, she gets? Posie is my daughter. I say who she can and cannot see,” James’ never turns his face up in anger. It only softens. “Why? Tell me why she gets this?”

“Ris, Baby Doll, I know you’re angry,” she scoffs, but moves closer to his arms. “I was there. I know what happened.”

“And as my husband you should know why I don’t want her to see Posie yet. Everyone expects me to forgive so quickly. And I just can’t right now. The things she said about my mom. My dad. Her biological father. And she had no idea.”

“You’re right. She didn’t. She knew what that stupid little bitch was saying at school. Everyone wanted to keep that life away from Story and Blade, so she got an account from a girl who’s mother was in love with Andy.”

“Don’t say his name.”

James tilts his head to the side and kisses on Iris gently. “Story didn’t know how bad it was. Story was hurt and angry. Did you hear how her and Carter broke up? Iris I have never seen someone love the way they did. Besides us. I saw them. I heard Carter talk about Story and how he wanted to marry her. And when they broke up, she spiraled. She had this unresolved depression from me, from Harlan, from you, and Posie. She took care of Posie because she hurt so much for you. She would do it over and over again. But she bonded with our daughter. That baby became more than her niece and you know she did. So to keep Posie away from Story is unfair to both of them. Baby Doll, I know you’ll forgive Story in time. I have no doubt about that. I know that you need your time to get over everything that happened. But can you not admit that your sister spent nearly a year in rehab away from her family, when even Joshua, Bucky, and Dr. Banner said she craves touch. She was alone. She’s still alone and trying to navigate a sober life with Carter still refusing to talk to her. She misses you and Posie.”

“Jamey,” Iris sighs. Pressing her face firmly on his chest. “I’m just not ready.”

“I know. And I understand. And we will get through this, and the miscarriages, and the negative tests together. You and me. It’s always been you and me and it always will be. I’m not going anywhere. But our daughter misses her aunt. What are you scared of?”

“That she’ll love Story more than me,” James pushes Iris off of him, his hazel eyes moving all across her face and he leans forward to give her a kiss. “Story is the fun one. She doesn’t have the job I have so she can spend hours playing with Posie, and telling her those stories, and I’m just an anxious ball.”

“She’s the aunt. Of course she’s more fun. But you’re her mother. You. You were the woman who birthed her, and will love her no matter what she does. Posie will never love Story, the way she loves you. It’s not possible.”

Dodger comes around Iris, and starts pacing around. Licking at her hand. Sitting down, only to anxiously walk around her, before he gives her a demanding bark. “Will you stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere. We can have a day. Me and you,” Dodger barks loudly again, and James looks down at the good boy. “Dodger, too.”

“Fine. This isn’t a regular thing. And this doesn’t mean that I…”

“I know. You’re doing good Iris Jade Rogers.”

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Posie sits on her Papa’s lap, just holding onto Ransom. Her little fingers playing with the back of his hair, just like her mama did when she was little. You and Story walks through the room, and you can already feel the happiness radiating off of Story.

“Hey, Princess Posie,” she says softly. Posie gets one look at who’s talking, and her face lights up immediately. Looking back at Ransom quickly, when Story squats down and holds her arms wide for her.

“Is it really you, Ree?” Story nods her head, and Posie rushes over to her. Knocking her backwards and she clings to her. With one sniffle from the little girl, Story knows she missed her as much as she missed Posie. “Don’t do that again. Don’t…I missed you so much.”

“I know baby. I know.”

She pulls back to look at Story, and the two of them wipe each other faces from the tears. “Can we have a tea party and you finish Lancelot and Guinevere’s story?”

Ransom and you go to move closer to them, making sure that name didn’t bother Story, but you’re little bitty baby just smiles, “Yes, we can finish it. Mimi has already set up a tea party in your room. Come on,” standing up, she holds out her hand to Posie who just clings to it. Holding her so tightly as to not lose her again.

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“Princess?” Carter hums as the two of them lay in bed. His hand holds tight to Story’s swollen belly, and he gives Otto’s temporary home a rub. “There’s a little girl that wants to see you today.”

“No she doesn’t.”

Carter gives a sigh to Story, and continues petting along her stomach. “There is nothing that she wants more than to see you right now. You’re about to give her a cousin, and she won’t be alone anymore. I know you want to spend some time with her before Otto is here. I think she’s a bit concerned that he’s going to replace her.”

“No, he can’t. Me and Posie will always have tea parties and stories. She was my first little princess.”

“She set up a tea party all by herself. To be fair, it is milk, Biscoffs, and Uncrustables. But she did it…”

“Did she?” Story sits up smiling through her tears at Carter. He gives her a nod in answer. “Why have I been avoiding my pretty girl for so long?”

“You needed this time to process everything.”

“What I need,” she stands up and walks to the closet. Rummaging through a few outfits before throwing something on. “Is to spend time with a little girl who has always brought me happiness.”

Dressed, Story walks to Posie’s room and sees her niece waiting patiently at her table. Her tiered tray filled with a few snacks, and like Carter said Biscoffs and Uncrustables. “Hey, Princess Posie.”

“Aunt Ree, you came! I told mama and daddy you would. I set up everything by myself. It’s not as pretty as when Mimi does it. But I did this. And…oh, your baby. Can I touch your belly?”

For the first time in weeks, Story fully smiles. Nodding her head, she lets Posie walk over. Her hands hold onto her bump, before kissing it, ending with her laying on it. “I can’t wait to meet you Otto. You and I have the best mommies.”

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The Kentucky Derby

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Summary:  The Drysdale’s do the Kentucky Derby

Pairings: The Drysdale’s

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, alcohol consumption, sex in public, breeding kink, gambling, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

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Ransom sighs as his family finishes getting ready for the Kentucky Derby.  It was something that Carter had wanted to do for Story, and she wanted everyone to join in.  He had received his invite to The Mansion at Churchill Downs, and wanted to make sure that the family was ready to commit to three years of a Derby weekend.  

Ransom was reluctant, you loved the idea of your family together, dressing up and wearing fun hats.  Aster was all about the fashion.  Planning out her and Eliana’s outfits.  Lucy was begging to be left at home, not realizing how special the trip would be.  James and Iris were ready for a good time, and some family coordinated outfits.

Carter wanted to be officially seen as off the market.  Their first outing as an engaged couple.  The past three years had seen Story come back to her bubbly self, and she was ready to not be so secluded.  Blade on the other hand was looking forward to some southern debutantes, not even caring about being at The Mansion until Carter told him it was exclusive and a great flex.  He didn’t even mention he got an invite as well.

So your family, and their pastel outfitted selves (minus Lucy and her bright colors, and Aster with her neutrals) set out for a family vacation.  Carter had spared no expense in the vacation.  And your sweet baby was so giggly talking about the ponies.  Even had a three-year-old Otto talking about them with him.

You followed along with them, while your children almost separated.  Story and Carter being introduced to potential clients.  James and Iris walking along with Posie.  Aster and Ellie were mingling, and the amount of gentleman that were trying to get the sweetheart from Boston was a great ego boost for her.  And Blade...disappeared.  

“Ransom,” you whisper at him, waiting in line to place your bets.  “your son has ran off.”

“Oh, he’s my son when he’s being a disgusting horn dog, huh?”

“You have the baby in your hand.”

Ransom scoffs at you, “He’s three woman.  And very smart.  Even our adviser said that he was making good calls.  Why are you worried about him?  He’s nearly twenty-seven?”

“He’s beautiful like his father.  And that,” you whisper.  Your eyes dart around looking for any sign of your son, “It’s dangerous.”

“Your daughter is flirting with a bunch of old men.  Taking our adorable granddaughter with her,” you blow out air at him.  

“They’re just like you.”

“What about the married couple and your engaged daughter?  At least James and Iris have a kid to keep them busy.  We got,” he stops to look around a bit more.  “Son of a bitch.”

“Baby, be quiet.”

“Papa, mama said that wowd is not nice.  She’ww put hot sauce on youw tongue.”

“Your mom has to be present to do that.”

“Hew and daddy went expwowing.  He wanted to show hew da coow bafwooms,” Ransom’s face jerks over towards you so fast.  Eyes wide.  

“They’re getting married.”

“He’s marking his territory.”

“You’we widicuwous, Papa.  I want to do Chuwchiww Downs, Wace twewve, five hundwed to win on fwee.”

“The kid listens well,” your adviser says, approving of the his bet.  “Does he really have five hundred dollar to bet on that?  I mean...it’s frowned upon to do that.  He’s two.”

“I’m fwee awmost fouw,” Otto stomps his foot at her.  “Daddy gave me wots of money, because I went to wowk wif him aww week.  I want my pony to win.  Papa, bet fow me.”

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Aster had been at Story all day, begging her to just try a mint julep, “Az,” the younger sister starts.  

“No, I know, I know.  But we’re all here, one drink or two will not kill you.  Are you ever really at the Derby if you don’t have a mint julep,” Aster pouts at her, and James starts to interject, when Story looks up at Carter.

“Princess, if you really want a mint julep, I’m not going to tell you no.  You’re going to be with me all day, so if you want to partake, you can.”

“I have always wanted to try one,” Carter gives her swift kiss to her neck, before he walks over to the bar.  His eyes never leaving her, and almost as if knowing, James and Iris take a protective stance around her.  “I’m fine,” she answers, squatting down to talk to Posie.  Letting her niece know she looks absolutely stunning.  

Story liked the drink a lot.  Even ordering another two, the third one, Aster politely slides it away from her, before she finishes it herself.  Already seeing Story’s eyes getting cloudy.  Her hands already roaming over Carter.  

“James,” Carter whispers behind his friend, causing the larger man to flinch.

“What?”

“Help me.”

He looks around confused as to what he needs help with, until he spots his wife giggling with her sisters.  “What’s the problem?” he chuckles at him.  The three kids with their grandparents, and Carter flicks his head over at Ransom, who randomly starts glaring at him.

“Story is horny, and tipsy, and has no filter.”

James lets out a belly laugh, taking a sip of his beer.  Unusually Story and Aster are the ones that keep whispering at each other.  “This isn’t good.”

“She won’t keep her hands off of me.  And I’m pretty sure that Ransom is about to cut my dick off.”

“How can I help?”

Carter’s face falls flat, and he steps closer to him.  Quickly taking a peek at his fiancé, who waves her fingers at him.  “There’s only one thing that gets this out of her system?  I know you’ve already been casing the joint.  Where's a good place?”

“What?”

“You have wanted to christen this place since we got here.  Where do I take her to where we won’t get caught?” James leans in closer to his soon to be brother-in-law and best friend, and give him the second best place to go.  The first is for him and Iris.  

Finishing just in time for Story’s hand to rub on Carter’s stomach, and James swears he can hear Ransom growl.  “Carter, I’m hot,” she whispers in his ear.

“Yeah, I can tell.  Come on, your fiancé is going take care of you.  Menace.  From this day forth, Story, if you are to drink, you get one drink.”

“A sip of yours.  Carter,” he’s not sure what she was about to say because the first touch of her lips on his neck, and he’s almost lifting her to run to the location.  

“Where are they going?” Iris asks James.

“Seriously, Icy?” Aster laughs at her sister.  “You know the Princess of Boston couldn’t keep her hands off of him.  He’s just making sure to cool that hot little body down.  Look at daddy,” she giggles at Ransom, who turns around holding onto Ellie.  A little pull of his jacket, has him paying attention to Otto’s choice in pony.  

“And when’s the old married couple sneaking off?  Blade has probably had several girls at this point.”

“Az!” Iris scolds.  “He knows no more than two a day.”

“Does that mean at a time?  He could have two threesomes.  Does that count?” Iris gives her twin a little smack, and brings James behind her.  Only barely rubbing her ass on him, until he gives her hip a swat.  “Oh, don’t act like our brother isn’t hot.  He’s a whore, too.  All these southern belles,” she fakes a southern accent, fanning at her face, “They won’t even know what hit them.”

“How come your brother comes here alone, and he’s getting more ass than me, and I’m here with my wife.”

“Oh, I know all about how you like ass, Jamey boy,” Aster gives him a little wink.

“Iris Jade!  Our bedroom, our secrets.”

“You two have been married since you could talk.  It was bound to happen.  Have fun.  My gentleman caller that’s a horse breeder is waving at me.  Have fun you, two.  Maybe I’ll meet me a southern boy, bred and born,” James rolls his eyes and spins Iris around to scoff at her.

“Oh lay off, Jamey.  Every couple is going to be experimental.  You didn’t give Carter the good spot did you?” 

“Nope.”

“Let’s go hot shot.”

Ransom looks at the non-existent numbers of his children, “Woman, we’ve been abandoned.”

“Our babies are young,” she glances over to where Ransom is now looking to see Lucy talking it up to a young boy about her age.  With nothing left to do, she grabs at his hand and places it on her breast.  “Stop it.”

“The babies!” but he doesn’t take his hand off.  Posie taking a quick little snooze, while Otto and Ellie jump up cheering for the ponies, and no one sees where Ransom’s hand is.  Giving your tit a few squeezes, and Lucy catches it.  “Aha!  I will embarrass you.”

“Ran, stop.  Lucy is growing up.  She’s gonna talk to boys, since that’s clearly her preference.  By the way,” she knocks his hand off of her breast, and leans in for a kiss, “We’re not babysitting tonight.  We’ve raised our kids.  Now let them raise theirs.”

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Blade holds his hand over your mouth.  Your body pressed firmly on the wall, but your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you.  This isn’t what good girls do, but with a cute little, “Hey sweetheart,” in that Boston accent, and he had you melting.  You don’t know much about him other than his first name, but he is like a god.

Attentive to your needs, making sure to stimulate every part of you.  Even the hand that is trying to keep you quiet is the hottest thing.  His fingers, learning your body before you were ever crashing into the first room available.  Constant lingering touches, and the way he grips you bruisingly tight, and it’s just the right amount of pressure.

Even his grunting moans that reverberate in your ear.  Your whole body on fire because the Prince of Boston is nothing but perfection.  “This is the best I can do for these circumstances, sweetheart,” making your eyes roll in the back of your head.  There’s no way.  You’re not in love with the man, you’re in love with what the man can do for you.

"Fuck,” he grunts, when your voice sings out from under his hand, “If I move this, you gonna be quiet for me?”

“I can’t,” you’re able to mumble out in between your panting.  Your hands pull him closer to you, and you’re painfully aware that there’s way too much clothing on.  With a few more hard thrusts into you, he’s got you seeing stars.  Lifting you up off his body, he gives his lengths a few more pumps, before he fills the condom up.

“Seems a bit extreme,” you breathlessly tell him.  Your chest heaving, and you struggle to walk to the mirror to freshen up.

“Yeah, well, you’re not me, darling,” he grabs up the hard copy of the NDA, and you scoff.  “You’re not from Boston.  Wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Some big shot, huh?”

“Something like that.  Also don’t need you knocking on my door in a few weeks from now claiming that you’re pregnant and come after my money, property, or businesses,” he steps behind you and fixes his own hair, and you almost glare at him.

“Don’t act like that.  I had you cumming so hard over my cock, you couldn’t see straight.  There’s nothing formal about fucking someone you just met at the Derby.  You weren’t even invited to the Mansion were you?  You arrived with someone?” biting at your lip, you give him a strange look.  “Future brother-in-law was invited, but I also got the invite, too.  Call me if you’re ever in Boston.  NDAs look a bit different there.”

“Why’s that?”

“You only know if you make it to the penthouse.  I could show you a great time.”

“Ahh, oh my god!” a blonde girl in an overly pink dress opens the door and dramatically walks away.  “Bladey, seriously?  This...Carter and I were going for round two.”

“Are you drunk?” he asks her.

“Horny.”

“Really, Carter?” the man behind her just shrugs.  “I thought...”

“Aster talked me into a mint julep, and then I talked myself in to two more, and I need to sober up, so I can spend time with our son.  Now this room is off limits because that...”

“I’m outta here,” you respond grabbing up your purse before walking away.

“She seemed lovely.  Way to fuck someone and leave ‘em while you’re at the Derby.  Now move.  My mans is trying to make a baby.”

“Carter, you and I are going to talk after this.”

“Story, do you want to sit on your throne?” Carter whispers in her ear.  Pulling her out of this room to find another one.

“I wanna baby.”

“You gotta fit in your dress.”

“There’s two of them.”

“And both were just tailored.”

“After the wedding will you put a baby in me then?”

“My god, yes,” he grunts pushing her into a new room.  “Now stop talking before I have a hard time of telling you no.”

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Ok but how can Iris still not talk to Story after all this happend to her & the rehab?! Can't she forgive her🥺 but also😭

This is very much out of Iris's character too. She's the one that's always been forgiving. Remember, she's been through a lot as well. Her now husband is still dealing with PTSD and probably will always struggle. And Iris will have to admit her part in Story's downfall.

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She Was Holding You

Summary: Iris doesn't like James going to see Story

Pairings: Iris Rogers X James Rogers

Rating: angst

Warnings: Mentions of Story's abuse/drug use/rape, mentions of infertility issues, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 600

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Iris rubs the back of her neck. Her daughter coloring at the table, and she looks at yet another negative test. She throws it in the garbage and focuses on her daughter. "What cha doin' sweet girl."

"Coloring a picture for Auntie Ree," Iris takes a deep breath and starts to count to ten. "Daddy said that she needs pretty pictures in her room to make her feel better."

"Daddy needs to let that go," she pushes herself away from the table when James walks in. Giving him a frustrated look starting to walk away.

"What does daddy need to let go?"

"Posie, can you clean up your mess and go into your room," Posie looks over at her dad, but cleans up to go away from her parents.

"Here we go again," James starts grabbing out a water bottle from the fridge. "What is it this time Ris? Story again?"

"Why are you continuing to visit her?"

"Why are you not? She's your sister," Iris huffs but starts to walk away. "And every time we go to talk about this, you run away from the issue. She was raped. She was forcefully drugged, and pimped out. What is your problem?"

She turns back to look at James with tears in her eyes, "I'm not pregnant."

"That has nothing to do with this conversation."

"So you don't care? Great. I'll just go back to the doctor, and get reinjected with our embryos hoping they take. I guess I'll be alone for that too," again she goes to walk away but James pulls at her arm, wrapping his own around her.

"I do care. But right now we're talking about your issue with Story, and you're ignoring it. What is the problem?"

"I saw you, two," James furrows his brows and pushes her away from him a bit to look at her. "She was holding you," James rolls his eyes. "I'm serious. She was holding you. What happened between the two of you?"

"Which time? She held me a lot, you know why? Because I have a fucking flares. I yelled at her for sneezing, and she was the one to comfort me. She flinched, because I raised a hand at her, and still she was the one who held me."

"That's not what it looked like."

"Got it. You think I cheated on you with your fifteen year old little sister. I would never do that to her, and most importantly to you. Yeah, Story and I bonded because she was there."

Iris takes a deep breath, and her little bubba comes padding in there. His wet nose flicking at her hand. "That's not what it looked like."

"I would swear on our daughter's life I never touched her like that. Ris, you're the only one I have ever wanted. We're going through these treatments so you can get pregnant, and I'm there every time holding your hand. I sleep in the bed with you most nights, unless you're pissed about me visiting her."

"You don't have to. She's a big girl."

"She's a kid. I'm part of the reason for her depression. I'm not abandoning her."

"And if it means..."

James shakes his head at her, "Don't even threaten that. We'll get through this. You need to forgive her, and yourself, so you can heal. Maybe this stress is what's keeping us from getting pregnant."

"In time. I need to process all this."

"Don't take too long. She needs all of us. She's hurting," James starts to walk away from Iris, gathering his things and Posie's new photo to take to Story.

"So am I," Iris whispers, but he doesn't hear.

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Considering Story and Iris aren’t talking and the holiday season is upon us, how is Christmas going to be like? Will Ransom and kitten invite Iris to spend the holidays with all of the family reunited or will they do separate things to avoid drama?

You know what Kitten's favorite holiday is? Christmas. It was the first holiday she spent with Ran as a family. They have their sweet little traditions, and Kitten knows how much Iris is struggling in general, but also with Story. Kitten finally sits down to talk with Iris candidly, because she wants ALL her kids under the same roof. She loves having a big enough home to house all these people.

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One Day at a Time

Summary: You just want to have your family together

Pairings: The Drysdale's

Rating: a bit of angst but fluff

Warnings: Kitten Drysdale, mentions of Story's life/abuse/drug use/abortion, mentions of anxiety/depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.6K

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The moment Iris walks in she stops seeing Story smiling talking with TJ, and Dayton's arm wrapped around her waist while he gives her a sweet kiss. A whole four and half months pregnant, knowing what they're going to have and everything. And Iris's posture changes. Story doesn't notice her or the family. James gives her a quick kiss and whispers in her ear. But seeing her tense up you walk to her. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Sweetheart, I'm not asking you to be best friends with her. I'm asking you just to be here. You don't have to talk to her."

Her breathing picks up when Story herself puts her hand on her stomach. Her fingers moving Dayton's had around in hopes he can feel Otto kick. Dodger's nose nudges at Iris's hands and you pull her away from the situation. Backing her up hoping that no one sees her. Picking a hand up you place it on your heart. "Just breathe, Icy. In and out," your voice as soothing as you can get it, and her eyes finally focus as she evens out her breathing.

"She has everything I want."

"I assure you Iris, you have everything she wants," Iris shakes her head and you pull her into the kitchen. Telling James to go on with Posie. "What makes you think she has everything?"

"She's having a baby with the man she loves," you tilt your head at her, wanting to tell her how Story had been feeling. How she had been feeling more conflict the moment that Carter walked back in her life. "He's here with her."

"He's on the road a lot."

"He wasn't held prisoner and never got to feel her."

You pull Iris close to you, enveloping her in a hug. Iris spends so much time trying to be perfect, everyone has forgotten that she hasn't fully healed from Posie's pregnancy. "I know, Icy. James missed out on all of that with you. And if I could change that for the two of you, I would in a heart beat. I had traumatic pregnancies too. They were different, but still traumatic. I'm not trying to make you understand Story's side, because in time you two will be fine. But her life is far from perfect. You'll see. I know you think she loves him, she barely knows him."

"And gets pregnant again. At least with Carter she knew him her whole life."

"Do you blame her pregnancies only on her?"

Iris licks her lips and watches the very person they're talking about, Carter Baizen walk into the estate. His smiling face walks past the two of you and into the formal living room with everyone else. "She's the one who laid down with the two of them unprotected."

"With Carter it was an honest mistake. With Dayton, yes they had responsibilities. But that's it Iris, they. It's not just your sister's fault. They were all willing participants."

"Everything just comes so easy to her," you scoff at her. "What?"

"You're mixing how charming she is with coming easy to her. Do you not remember how much she struggled in school? How many times she called herself the dumb Drysdale? Story is charming. She lights up a room when she's happy and people love her for that. You put too much pressure on yourself to be perfect, but things come easy to you."

"Mama, she's pregnant with a man she barely knows, and I am with the man I've loved since before I could talk, and I just can't. How is that fair?"

You push back the baby hairs around the perimeter of her hairline. "Infertility isn't fair baby. You deserve all the babies you want with James. You're an amazing mom and wife, and I know you want to give him that. Iris, he's not mad at you. He loves the family you have right now. Enjoy him and your beautiful daughter and stop worrying so much."

"It's hard, after all she did, and she's got what I want."

"You know she was in love with Carter? She didn't date when she was younger, because 'none of them compared to Sir Lancelot'. She hid what she considered the best thing in her life because she didn't want to upset your dad. She got pregnant, he left her and wasn't returning any calls or texts. She made the decision without him to get an abortion. His family barged in our home, told you dad that not only had her and Carter had a relationship, but she was pregnant. They told us that Carter was getting a house to move her in. She told your dad, his parents and Carter at the same time she had an abortion. And then Carter said it meant nothing. Iris I held your sister because she couldn't stand. That was the start of her downfall. Now tell me when you look at your sister tonight if she's got it easy. She doesn't love Dayton yet. She still loves Carter."

"Twitter and Instagram shows her happy."

"Baby, I know you're not meaning the words you're saying. Because after those videos, do you really think your sister wanted her body on display like that? He didn't ask her if that post was okay. She's suffering from severe anxiety, and now she can't go into the city with someone watching her. Those people online wrote vile things about a girl they didn't even know. Called her a whore and a gold digger."

"Why is she taking naked photos with her and her boyfriend?"

"Because they had sex," Iris turns to look away from you, staring only at Dodger. "I'm sure she agrees now taking a photo after her and Dayton had sex was stupid. But I highly doubt she ever though that he would make that photo public. Do you and James not have intimate photos? I know your father has plenty. That's how I ended up with you and Aster. You two are more alike than you realize."

"Don't compare me to her."

"You know if Story could take it back she would. She never would have asked to wound up where she did. Never would have wanted to bounce from man to man trying to numb her pain with drugs, and wind up with a man who sells her on the weekly. She made mistakes, and she's paying for those mistakes. She's trying to find happiness where she can and at least Dayton is a good man, but it's not who she loves. Now, I want you to sit with your husband and daughter, Dodger close by, while we watch It's a Wonderful life. You don't have to look at her, you don't have to talk to her, but I want my whole family under the same roof like always. I don't want you, James, or Posie to miss out on our traditions."

"Mrs. Drysdale?" you turn to see another one. "Where is it I need to go?"

"You could always follow the noise, but just walk straight down the hall. We're about to go into the theater room to watch a movie, Nate. Then after, a small dinner," he gives you his thanks before walking down the hall. Iris raises an eyebrow at you. "Nate was very helpful to your sister."

"Is he staying through Christmas too?"

"No, he's her for the night, so says Story. Maybe him and Carter should share a room?"

"Always a hoard of men after her, huh?"

"You sound jealous," she actually gives you a bit of a laugh. "Don't envy your sister. She would trade lives with you. I'm not saying what you went through was easy. I'm saying that you married your Prince Charming. You have a husband that adores you, a beautiful home, a gorgeous daughter."

"I saw Dayton's home on television. It's not too shabby."

"You're focusing on the material things, dear. That's not what Story is envious about. Come on though. I wanna watch mine and your dad's movie."

"Ugh, how many times this Christmas?"

"Everyday. Can you promise me to enjoy yourself? I want all my babies here. Even the extended ones."

You start to walk out but Iris lingers in the kitchen. Her fingers trailing along the wall until she comes to the room that her and Aster used to share. The room you brought them to the night you left Andy. "Sometimes I feel like I remember things from then. I shouldn't, and maybe it's just memories from someone else. But I swear I remember sleeping in here. Waking up to dad watching us."

"Your dad loved you before he even knew you."

"I know. I'm guessing you talked to him?" you nod your head at her. "No one will ever know what all of us went through, you know? But I'm happy with how our life turned out. I love daddy. I love Pops too, and judging from pictures..." her voice trails off because she's afraid to say it.

"Hate is a learned thing. It's not a natural feeling. And you my sweet daughter, have always been the sweetest thing. You couldn't hate anybody. Come on, Christmas movie. I need to snuggle with my husband."

Grabbing her you walk hand in hand. Her eyes flick over, and you know she sees Story in conversation with Dayton, smiling at appropriate times, but her eyes are only on Carter. And in that moment, a brick from Iris's wall was taken down. When Carter returns the look, and his eyes drift to her stomach, longing to be the one touching it, another brick is taken down. "One day at a time, sweetheart."

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did all the ladies in Possie's family only met Jax when she brought him to the Family gatherings or have they met him earlier? especially the ones close to Posie, I.e Her mother Iris, Arleigh, Lo and Story?

Oh no. Not the ladies. So after James is made aware of who she's dating, he of course is going to talk to Iris. Iris then invites Jax over to a small family dinner. Just her, James, Posie, Thorne, Poppy, and Oakley.

Lo was the first to even know about her true attraction to Jax. They did make cookies for her to take to him. Posie is very close to Lo and Story, and she did introduce them to Jax at lunch. Lo played it cool, but of course Story was bubbling with excitement when he leans over to give Posie a kiss before sitting down.

Beau is quite fond of Jax. He's a hard worker, and even though he has a rap sheet, he's left that life behind. Yes, Ari got a background check, and even had a chat with Curtis. Curtis let them both know that the kid hadn't been in trouble in almost a year. So when Beau needed some extra help around the cabin, Jax volunteered to help.

Posie goes to the cabin a lot during her free time. Beau and Bunny have a tiny little farm, and it started when Birdie Mae was born. They do have their chickens and ducks. But there's two highland cows (Clover and Sage), the two heathen goats (Rosemary and Dill), a little Donkey (Fennel), and then there's the sweetest most adorable mini horse named Tulip that Beau adores! The cows are his ladies, and he spends most the morning groaning at the heathens because they get Tulip in trouble.

Jax easily got distracted by Posie just laying on the ground, he head on Clover, while Sage's head lays on her belly, and she giggles at Tulip playing with the giant ball that Beau got her.

"Teller, you gonna help me or just stare at my niece."

"Sorry, she's just real cute sir," Beau rolls his eyes, trying to speed up the minor work he needed help with just so Jax can go out to the farm and play with the animals.

It isn't long until a two-year-old Birdie Mae is waddling over to Posie. She picks up the little girl and holds her up in the air, making Clover uneasy about her baby being held up in the air, "She's fine Clover," Posie holds Birdie close to her chest, while the little girl pets Sage's nose.

"Tulip," she points over at the crazy horse that continues to play with the ball getting closer to the heathens. "Uh-oh, daddy get mad."

"I think your dad secretly likes when Tulip tortures them for a change.," her eyes look over towards Jax who quickly looks away. "Come on Birdie girl, you wanna help mama with dinner?" she picks up the little girl, almost always dressed in muslin cloth. Looking over towards Beau and Jax, "Beau, I think you need some alpacas."

"Nope, don't give bunny any ideas. You see this? Bunny hutch. Because, Birdie needed bunnies. Birdie do you need bunnies?" Birdie nods her head one time with certainty. "She's tainted you to. Where would I put alpacas?"

"I'm sure the heathens wouldn't mind sharing space. They get everywhere anyways."

"I hate those goats man, always getting Tulip in trouble. Posie girl, if you mention alpacas to my wife, you're on my shit list. I'll make you come up here to feed them," Posie looks at Birdie Mae before back at Beau, "Yeah, I know you're here nearly everyday anyways. Go on in, Jax and I are almost finished, and your aunt can meet your outlaw boyfriend."

Here's a secret, Bunny LOVES Jax. Bunny reads people's true intensions well. So she saw quickly that Jax adored Posie. He was gentle with her, and loved her interests. He is so careful with her on the bike, the man had changed his ways just so he could be with her. He keeps her safe, and isn't afraid to have fun with her. He lived a very different life than Posie, so to see her bring out the joy and childlike qualities that Jax does possess, it makes her happy. Of course, she conferenced with Lo, and Story about this as well. They're all in agreeance, even if Iris is still on the fence.

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Honestly why am I more scared of iris drysdale Rogers than Gemma teller morrow….

Gemma and Wendy should both be very afraid of Iris. At least she will go the legal route. But people really need to leave this family alone. They have never ending resources, and their family spans more than just the Drysdale's. These group of people that found each other, protect each other. And we haven't even fully dived into some of the families, because their stories have only begun, but there's more. They've got the money and force to back them up. Leave Posie alone, but Wendy just can't. Gemma got to her...

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He’s Worth It

Summary:  Wendy, Wendy, Wendy

Pairings:  Posie X Jax

Rating:  angsty

Warnings: explicit language, Wendy Case, custodial issues, mentions of sexual manipulations, mentions of Kitten’s abuse, mentions of a drug overdose, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4K

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Posie Rogers Masterlist

Wendy clicks her fingers on the desk, waiting for the receptionist to go and talk with Iris.  Looking extremely peeved and annoyed until the young girl walks into Iris’s office, and closes the door behind her.  “Lola, is there a problem?”

“Iris, there’s a Wendy Case here to see you.”

“She can make an appointment just like everyone else,” Iris responds without looking up from the file she’s going over.

“She’s not really a fit as a client for you,” Iris lifts her head up, and tilts looking at Lola.  “It’s a child support case.”

“Did you explain to her the type of lawyer I am?” Lola nods her head.  “Fine, send her in.  This should only take a moment,” rolling her eyes she straightens up her files, and turns around to put them in a cabinet before standing to shake the woman’s hand, “Mrs. Case...”

“Miss.”

“I apologize,” gesturing to the seat in front of her desk, Iris waits until Wendy sits down before she does herself.  “I understand you’re wanting to file for child support?”

“Yeah, the father of my son, he’s a bit of a dead beat dad, refused to sign the birth certificate, and I was wondering what rights that I have to petition for child support.”

Iris huffs out a bit of air, and shakes her head.  “Miss Case, this is really not my realm of things that I do.  I’m a business lawyer.  I don’t take on domestic...”

“You took on your sisters,” Wendy blurts out quickly leaving Iris to look at her oddly.  “The high profile case.”

“This is nothing like her case, and that was my sister.  I’m sorry Miss Case.  I can get Lola to give you some names that would be better suited...”

“Could you please,” Wendy brings out her own file and hands it over to Iris.  “I’m a single mother, and I’m on my lunch break.  This was the closest office to my job.  I didn’t...Things worked out well for your sister.  I just need some help.  Woman to woman,” Wendy looks at the picture of Iris’s family on her desk.  “Beautiful family.  I just want to do things right for my son.”

Iris takes a bit of pity on the woman.  She still won’t take on the case, but she can at least offer her some legal advice.  Handing over her documents, Iris looks over them, and her blood runs cold.  “I know he’s working.  Got a good job I hear.  His mom...I went to her for money first, and she wouldn’t help me.  Just gave me his information.”

“Miss Case, I can’t help you.  If you could please, Lola will help you out.”

“Is there something wrong?” Wendy wants to smile at Iris’s reaction.  Normally she’s calm and collected, not when it was dealing with her precious daughter.

“As I explained I’m not this type of lawyer.  If you would like, Lola can give you some contact information, but I can help you no further than that.  And if you would excuse me, I have a lunch to go to,” Iris stands to leave shooting a quick text to Lola to cancel her day.

She looks at her watch and knows she’s got enough time to talk to Posie before her lunch break.  Unsure of how many laws she was breaking to get to this god forsaken daycare she walks through the door, and standing in the frame, “Miss Amy, I need to see Posie.”

“Oh, um, well, she’s about to take lunch break.  Could this wait?”

“No,” Iris shakes her head rapidly.  “I really need to see my daughter,” Amy opens the door to the classroom, and Posie spots her mom immediately.  A little blonde boy sitting in her lap as she sings a song with him.  Iris motions her daughter over to her, but when she tries to get up, the little boy clings to her, so she brings him along with her.

“Hey mom, this is Abel.  Abel, this is my mom.”

“What?” Iris looks down at the boy, and she’s honestly surprised her daughter hasn’t caught on.  Iris is nearly speechless looking at the boy, and can’t even tear her eyes away from him.

“You know, the little boy, I’ve been telling you about.  He’s only been here a couple of months, but he’s become quiet attached, huh, buddy?”

“Posie, baby, I need to talk to you.”

Abel pulls at Posie’s dress, and those bright blue eyes look up at her, “Do I get to see daddy today?”

“What?” Posie looks over at the director Amy, because she was unaware that the father was even in Abel’s life.

“Posie, put him down.  I need to speak to you.  Now.”

“Is daddy coming to see you?” Abel asks again.

“Posie!” 

“Iris, maybe you need to step outside,” Amy tries to pull Iris out but she shrugs the woman off, begging Posie again.

“Mom, is everything okay?”

“Miss Osie I wanna see daddy.”

She looks down at the little boy, “Abel, bud, I don’t know who your daddy is.  Go sit with Miss Tasha, I need to speak with my mom now.”

Wendy knew where Iris was going.  Didn’t spend the five minutes to get the extra information.  Just drove slowly to the daycare.  When she saw her speeding away, she knew she was going directly to her daughter.  With a look at the clock in her phone, she knows it’s about lunch time and that Jax will also be coming by to see his precious Posie girl.  Wendy revels in the chaos.

Posie tries to pull Abel off of her.  “Abel, buddy please,” but he just keeps asking about his dad.  She gets sight of Wendy walking through the door and sighs in relief, but Iris turns to block her daughter from Wendy.  “Oh thank god, Abel is having a bit of a moment wanting to see his dad.”

“What are you doing here?” Iris asks through her teeth.  Wendy grabs Abel out of Posie arms and gives a smile to Iris.

“Oh, maybe you were right.  I don’t think you’d be a good fit for me,” almost on cue they hear the rumble of the bike, and Posie gets the biggest smile.

“Mom, you wanna talk over lunch?”

“Is that daddy?” Abel whispers.  Posie doesn’t catch it because she’s already walking towards the door, but Iris stares horrified at the woman.

Jax walks in, his eyes only on Posie, and he pulls her in for a quick kiss, “Daddy!” and that’s when Jax looks up to see Wendy.

He pulls Posie behind him, backing them up towards the door, and eyes the woman that was nothing but pain in his life.  Pure hatred and disdain in his eyes, “What is she doing here?” he spits out.

“Jaxy, that’s Abel’s mom.  Why are you being so hateful.”

Wendy takes a few steps forward, and Iris goes to stand in front of Jax halting Wendy’s motions.  “This is not the time or place.”

“Posie, honey, this is going to come as a shock.”

“Don’t you dare talk my daughter.”

Reaching her hand out she touches Posie’s arm only to have Jax slap it away, “Don’t touch her.”

“Daddy!” Abel shouts and smiles.  The director looks between everyone and sees the pure fear in Iris’s eyes.  About to ask everyone to leave.

“Jax?  What’s going on?”

“Miss Amy, Posie, is taking the rest of the day off.  Jax, get her to the estate now.”

“I think I’m going to have to go a different route with lawyers.  This seems to be a conflict of interest.”

Iris takes another step in front of Posie and Jax, her eyes full of rage, “I told you when you walked in my office that I wasn’t that kind of lawyer.  You sought me out for a reason, you conniving little...” with a look down to the young boy in Wendy’s arm she stops.  “Jax, Posie, now!”

“Your daughter has a right to know who she’s been shacked up with.  He’s got a kid that he doesn’t pay for,” she looks back to Jax with a sickening smile.

“I don’t have a kid.”

“Yes, Abel.  The very child I hold in my arms.  Do you not see the resemblance?  It’s quite odd Posie is his favorite teacher, and she never noticed how he has your eyes.”

“Jax, I will not tell you again.  Get her out of here before we have a scene,” Jax nods his head, and turns to leave.  His usual routine of buckling her helmet, but her eyes are blank.  Even kissing her lips, she doesn’t return the gesture.

“What kind of mother lets her precious daughter on the back of a bike with someone with a rap sheet.  She’s got her whole life to live.  Eighteen.  Going to Harvard.”

Iris looks the woman dead in the eye, the violent urge to slap her, so she starts scratching at her wrists.  “How did you know that?”

“Such a shame.”

“You stay away from her,” Iris whispers.  Her head shakes around, “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

“Careful Iris.  You’d hate for me to be coming after your money with your idle threats.  I just want child support that is rightfully mine.  You wouldn’t understand.  Growing up rich, married young, and into a family that was well off.  I do my research too,” Wendy smiles, heading out the door.

Iris quickly walks after her.  “He didn’t even know did he?  Dead beat dad refused to sign the birth certificate?  You’re such a fucking liar.  From now on, your lawyer can contact me in regards to Jackson Teller’s case.  And if you know what was good for you, you’d stay away from my daughter,” Miss Amy pokes her head out of the door, “James and I will be by later to get Posie’s car.  And I want her pulled from that room, or she won’t be working,” Amy nods, closing the door, and Iris tries to leave.  Attempts to walk to her car, but Wendy starts again.

“Fighting her battles?” Iris turns back to glare at her, noticing how Abel is now in the car.  “You want to act like the perfect mother.  Act like you’re so much better than me.  But look at who you allow your daughter to be around.  You better be careful.  She could end up in the same boat I am.”

“This is your final warning.  And I don’t make threats.  You stay away from her.  Under no circumstance do you contact her.  You have no reason to stalk my daughter.  You don’t talk to her, you don’t look at her, and you will refrain from calling Jax that child’s father, until a paternity test is performed.  Miss Case, if I were you, I’d be afraid.  You’ve pissed off the wrong person today.  Now back off of my daughter.”

“Or what?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

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As soon as the bike pulls into the drive Posie is jumping off, ripping her helmet off she throws it on the ground, glaring at Jax, who is looking at her like a lost puppy.  Iris not far behind, and Posie waits for her mother as she tries the find the words to say.  When the first tear rolls down her cheek is when Jax loses it.  

Posie looks to the front door to see her grandparents walk out happy, but then their face falls, “What the hell was that?” she almost whispers staring only at Jax, but he shakes his head.  “What the hell was that, Jax?!” her voice raising.

“Squeakers, I have no idea.”

“Posie...” Iris closer, but Posie only steps back holding her hand up.

“No, no, no.  Jax, a son.  You have a son?  A fucking son,” her body paces in the driveway.  “You lied to me.  This whole time, you’ve been keeping a secret from me.  You have a son.  One that I was getting attached to.  When were you ever going to say something?”

Jax calmly walks to her side, placing his hands to her shoulders, before pulling her into him.  “I don’t have a kid.  And I know know what that was all about.”

“Jackson...”

“Mrs. Drysdale, I promise, I don’t know what’s going on,” Kitten nods her head at him, pulling Ransom closer to her.  “Posie, I’m not lying.  I don’t know.”

“Mom?  What was that?  Mimi?” she pouts up at her grandma, “Is Oakie here?”

“I’ll go get him, baby.  He’s in the house with James.,” Posie’s face falls, and she starts crying again.  Ransom walks closer to the couple, because he knows things could get worse.

Iris tries to stay calm.  Only wanting to get to the bottom of all of this.  Understand from Jax’s point of view what is going on.  But she can’t remove those little boy’s eyes from her mind.  Identical to Jax’s.  What she does know is that Wendy is up to no good.  And worse.  Her husband is about to be beyond pissed.

Oakley spots his sister and runs to her arms, and she holds onto him tightly, waiting on everyone to talk.  Her fingers comb through his soft curls, before dropping her hand, and reaching for Jax’s.  Weaving her fingers in his, and she can see him sigh in relief.  “You, sit,” Iris points at the stairs, talking to James.

“You just got here.  What could I have possibly done?”

“Jamey, I mean it.  You listen until everyone is done speaking.  Jax, you care to tell me who that vile woman was?” 

“An acquaintance of my mother’s.”

“That’s it?” Iris asks annoyed.  “Is there any merit to what she said?”

Jax looks at Posie, before back at Iris, “I can’t.”

“Does she have any grounds...”

“She paid my mother to get to me.  I wasn’t a child, but I was too young.  That woman took advantage of me.  Our relationship was toxic, and it was her manipulating me.  And...”

“Jax, sweetheart,” Kitten calmly says, walking over to Jax, and cups his cheek.  “That’s enough.  Only if you want to.”

“Posie, I’m sorry.”

“No,” Kitten shakes her head, “You don’t have to apologize for what someone did to you.  Now, Iris, you and Jax need to enlighten the rest of us as to what this emotional fiasco is all about.”

Iris takes a deep, and walks over to her husband, pulling up his hand, she gives it a soft kiss before placing it at her heart, “The woman, Wendy, came into my office today seeking child support,” she turns to look at everyone else in the driveway, “I explained, I wasn’t that type of lawyer, but I agreed to look over what she had.  She’s claiming that Jax is Abel’s father.”

“What?” James goes to stand up, glaring at Jax.  “Abel?  That kid that Posie has been talking about for months?” James growls out, only to have Ransom put a strong hand on his shoulder.  “What kind of trash are you bringing around my daughter.”

“Dad!  He just started going there.”

“Yeah, not long after you started working there.  What a week, two weeks?  And you haven’t been involved with Jax that long.  So you’re trying to tell me this is all a coincidence?”

“Stop!” Posie shouts.  Her body now the one standing in front of Jax.  Still clinging to her little brother.

“Sir, I didn’t know about the boy.  I promise you, I did not know about him.”

“Ris,” James turns to his wife.  Exhausted from the anger that is coursing through his veins, “What do we do?”

“I’m going to take on Jax’s case.  Her lawyer can go through me.”

“Ris.”

“I’m representing Jax.  He’s not going to be manhandled by some court appointed chum.  This may not be my forte, but I won’t let him be swindled by her.”

“Mrs. Rogers, I don’t deserve this.”

“You’re damn right you don’t,” Iris stares at him with tears in her eyes.  Softening when she sees Posie recoiling into his body.  His hand calmly wrapping around her and Oakie.  “But if my daughter is choosing to be with you, then you get her family.  Posie, do you understand what is going on?” Posie stares at nothing, just frozen.  “Posie, baby?”

“Oh Oh?” Oakley gives a few taps to Posie’s face, and gives her a big smile.  “Mommy talking to you.”

She turns to look at Jax, “Look at me, and tell me you didn’t know.  Jax, don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t know about that kid.  And I had known that Wendy was in that close of proximity to you...Squeakers, I don’t want you near her.  I don’t want you to see her, and I don’t want her around you at any point,” he leans his forehead against her, whispering a soft, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jaxy.  I wanna go home.”

“Okay, Posie, I’ll take you and Oakie with me,” Posie’s eyes never leave Jax’s.  Almost ignoring her father’s words.

“I’m going home with Jax.”

“Posie...”

“No, dad, don’t do this.  I’m going home, with Jax.  Mom, I appreciate you helping him, but he doesn’t deserve this.  He was taken advantage of, she had a baby without him knowing.  He’s my home now.  I don’t like this, but we’ll get through it.  Daddy, I want you to realize, that while you don’t like him, he’s so much like you.  He works hard, he loves me, and he takes care of me.  He...he stood in front of me when she tried to get me.  He gives me space and quiet time for me to do my homework and study.  He’s my home...and now I’m going with him.”

“Oh Oh.”

“I’m sorry Oakie, but I gotta go home.”

“I miss you, though.  Oh Oh and Yackie stay?” she shakes her head no at her brother, and starts to hand him to her Mimi, “Please.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow and we’ll spend the day together, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.  Now, give me a kissy,” he grabs her face and squishes his lips harshly against hers.  

“Posie Sarah Rogers, you’re not going anywhere with him.  You are staying here, and we’re going to discuss this like a family.”

“Jax is my family, too.  This is his life we’re talking about, and I just need a moment away from this.  Give me a moment to breathe and process, and when you’re not glaring daggers at someone who didn’t ask for any of this, then I will talk with you.  Jax,” she pulls his face to look at her.  “Please, I’m ready to go home.”

Jax looks around for confirmation as to what he should do.  Wanting to give Posie a moment to breathe, but still feeling like there’s some unfinished business.  “Take her home Jax.  We’ll talk tomorrow as a family.”

“Mr. Drysdale?”

“Jax, you are welcome here at our home anytime,” Ransom turns to glare at James whose fists are clenched tight.  “We’ll see you two tomorrow,” Jax nods his head, and like always fastens Posie’s helmet, while he sits on the bike.  This time she leans in for her kiss, before crawling on and they roll down the driveway.

“I can’t believe you,” James huffs out.  “Do you realize what you just did?”

“Iris, take Oakley inside, so I can have a chat with James.”

“Daddy.”

“Kitten, you go, too.  Start scooping out some ice cream.  Iris picks up Oakley, and walks to James, giving him a lingering kiss to his cheek, staring up at him, until he looks back down to her, mouthing I love you to each other before her and her mother walk inside.

“James, this is not your smoking gun.  You don’t know what it’s like to see the person you love be taken advantage of sexually.  I have.  I did it, and I watched it be done, and I heard what my wife went through.  What Posie showed today was maturity far beyond her eighteen years of life.  You know that tells me?  She loves that boy with every fiber of her being.  She found out that he may have fathered a child while being taken advantage of.  Like my wife, your mother-in-law.  Son, I know you’re angry.  I know you’re pissed off, and you’re hurt, and confused, and you want to hit something, maybe murder something.  But you’re at your end when it comes to your daughter.  She has shown time and time again that she she chooses him, and he’s choosing her.  She’s chosen her person.”

“You were never this calm with me.”

“Was I not?  You were in high school sneaking around.  This...this is different.  Posie is an adult.  She just found out her boyfriend was sexually manipulated and could possibly have a child.  Do you understand that?  Do you understand all that’s running through her mind right now?  She reacted like an adult.”

James scoffs, “She’s forgiven him, and he’s shown he doesn't deserve it.”

“She’s going to talk to him.  That’s what Posie does.  She talks to her people.  She wants to hear his side of the story.  She’s being far more mature than I could have been at that age.  And if that child is proven to be his, she’s the one that has to make the decision on what she wants to with that.  Not you.  And be prepared.  She’s already determined that the child is his.  She’s spent the last few months talking about him, like she knew before she knew that this was Jax’s baby.”

“This is so fucked up.  That...she’s my baby.”

“I know.  She’s all of our baby.  I know she’s your daughter, but we all stepped up when they couldn’t find you.  We all got attached to that beautiful little girl.  She’s terrified.  She loves him, and they need to work it out.  Iris is doing what’s right, even though she hates it.  Don’t you push her away either, because that is my baby.”

Walking over to the steps James sits down.  Slumped over, he drops his head into his hands, “She’s too young.”

“You were too young to go missing.  Iris was too young to raise a baby without her father.  I know she’s too young, and so is he.  James, he didn’t ask for this.  His life was turning around for the better, and you can’t deny that.”

“Ransom...”

“No, because the last time I pushed the way you are, you remember that?  Story Drysdale happened.  And where did she end up?  Right back in the person’s arms, that I refused her to be in.  Except do you remember the pain she went through?  The pain we went through not knowing where the hell she was?  The pain Carter went through?  How many nights did you have to go to your friend and hold him?  Make him vomit because he swallowed a bottle full of pills.  Drug his ass to the ER.  Do you want her to suffer like that?  Your daughter, you would want that life for her?”

“I don’t want any of this for my daughter,” James cries looking up at Ransom, pleading for him to understand his side.  “She’s too good for this.”

“Too good for love?  For true love, her person?  James, that’s selfish.”

“That’s really what you think this is?”

“Yeah,” Ransom sighs, sitting beside James, “Because he looks at her, the way you still look at my baby.”

“I hate him.”

“Do you really?  He’s been good to Posie.  She’s doing amazing in school.  I have never seen our Posie look so happy.  She’s always felt a little out of place.  Such a gap between her and Otto and Ellie.  Twelve years between her and the twins.  He gives her a place.  She’s glowing.”

“No.  I don’t hate him.  I hate this.  All of this.  My daughter’s life.  This isn’t how this was supposed to be for her.”

Ransom wraps an arm around James, and pulls him into him.  “We don’t get to choose how our life goes.  I wouldn’t have chosen the life you had.  I never would have had you go missing.  I would have had you coming home to my daughter.  Would have had you know that she was carrying your baby, and you would have been there, and held her hand, not your dad.  But, life teaches us lessons.  And Posie is learning about the difficulties of love.  This situation sucks balls...no, that’s good.  This situation sucks sewage water.  And she still calmly got on the back of that bike.  You know what that tells me?” James gives Ransom a shrug.  “That he’s worth it to her.  Now, I’m going to make sundaes.  Do you want magic sprinkles?”

“Can I have dad’s red, white, and blue ones?”

“Yeah.  Why don’t we call the old man and Marta.  Catch them up on what’s going on,” Ransom starts to walk inside, leaving James still sitting on the steps.  “James?” he turns to look at him.  “It’s not their fault.  It’s not your fault.  This is their path.  Instead of fighting your daughter growing up so bad, enjoy the time you have with her.  Pretty soon, she’ll have kids of her own, and you won’t get to see her as much.  But when you have a good relationship with her, they come around more.  Drop off their kids with you more.  That daughter of yours, she needs her dad right now.  So does he.  If that kid is Jax’s, and they stay together, they’ll need help.  And I need you on your game, because Wendy, sounds like a bitch.”

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you have this precious routine with the drysdale-rogers babies that i just find so so so cute 🥺 is it okay to request to see the same finding out, announcing, and giving birth routine with little miss bella? 🥹🥹

Oh my goodness!! Sweet little Iris finding out she's pregnant, but James finding out, too. All of their before Bella were completely surprises. Bella wasn't "planned" but they were definitely trying. But remember, who else was pregnant, and she and Jax still haven't told their family either.

This is where Iris and James found out she was pregnant.

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I Surrender

Summary: Embelia Marta Rogers

Pairings: James X Iris

Rating: 🥹🥹🥹

Warnings:  none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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James gives Iris a hand squeeze, their family’s knowing that something was up when the Drysdale’s, Rogers’, Adler’s, Everett-Levinson’s, and even the Barnes’ were here. Frank had this knowing look watching Iris and James. Frank had always wanted his daughter to have a happy and full life with her forever partner. And she wanted to have lots of babies. Convinced herself that she only wanted one when twelve years she couldn’t get pregnant.

But no one was as knowing as Sarah Rogers. Iris and James stand up, eyes looking around the large group of people, and she claps her hand over her mouth. She had guessed about her great granddaughter having a baby. It was becoming harder for Posie to deny it. But now her grandson, and his beautiful wife, looking at each other. James cups both her cheeks and gives her a long sweet kiss, pulling back to nod his head.

Kitten places a hand on her husband’s arm, and leans over to his shoulder, and he looks at her confused, but she just shushes him.

“There’s a reason that we asked for everyone to be here. Thanks to my sister and brother-in-law for allowing us to use their home to host everyone.”

Ransom starts to speak, but Kitten holds her hand over his mouth, and James laughs, “Everyone will be quiet until she finishes. Go on Baby Doll,” he leans over to give her a kiss to her temple, his hand pressing up against her belly.

“We’re having our fifth,” she cries, and clings onto James. Her eyes shining at Ransom.

Ari gives a little shout, Curtis cheers him and their wife with a beer. Frank walks over to her giving Iris the biggest hug, and her mom rushes to her daughter. Pressing her hand on her stomach, and she leans back to stare at her angel. Ransom wants to give her a hug, too, but he knows sometimes it’s best to wait and give Frank and his wife a moment with their daughter.

But then Iris’s blue green eyes look at him, “Daddy?” he doesn’t respond just holds his arms wide for both her and James.

“And here I thought Posie was the only one pregnant,” Opie laughs, turning up his beer.

“Posie is what?” Steve demands to know. Changing his direction from James to Posie. “Baby?”

“No no, my mama,” Daisy pushes at her Pappy’s chest.

“Is mama having a baby?”

“Me mama’s baby, Paps.”

“Posie,” Steve laughs getting a kiss in, before Daisy pushes him back again. “You’ve created a monster.

“She just knows there’s something different. Tell Pappy what’s in my belly.”

“Tookies. Mama eats yots and yots a tookies. Spink! Chippy! Mama, down,” she puts her daughter down, and she runs off with Sprinkles and Chippy to go sit with Poppy.

And Steve meets his wife over with James who she can’t quit beaming at Iris. Even Emy and Joshua are giving them love. His arm wrapped right around Iris, who wasn’t used to this many people at once. “Well, this is just lovely. I’m glad that everyone is happy for us,” he gives a finger point to his best friend and giving him the biggest smile. “Don’t you dare, Baizen!”

“Wouldn’t dream about it Rogers!”

“That’s because he doesn’t have to dream,” Story giggles sitting in his lap with Illiana.

“God, no!”

“I did warn ya, Pal,” Curtis slaps on Ransom’s shoulder as he congratulates Iris and James, “And I did say that you two were going to be the old married couple.”

“What did you say about me?”

“That you were gonna be a whore like your dad,” he laughs slapping on Blade’s arm.

“That’s gross.”

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Iris lifts baby Bella up to James for him to hold while she takes a drink of water, and makes sure she looks presentable. “Ris, you just gave birth to this special little grass baby.”

“Quit calling her that, Jamey,” she giggles.

“Yep, my Embelia Marta is a grass baby. It is probably because I was rolling in the grass with your mama,” she gives his hip a little swat, laughing hysterically. “That’s how she gets us in trouble.”

“Me?!”

“She gives me a smack, and it sends a signal to my brain to makes the babies.”

“James Carter Rogers! You can’t talk to our baby like that.”

“I can, grassy girl. Because you can’t repeat what I say,” Bella makes a few gurgling sounds at her dad, her blue green eyes becoming visible and he starts to get teary, “You look like your mama. Just like her. I’ve seen pictures to prove it.”

“Jamey, your parents are almost here with Nana, and you’ve got to tell her Bella’s name.”

He sprinkles kisses on his fresh newborn’s face, and leans over Iris for more. “Bella, you’re going to make Abie cry. You just watch. She’s going to speak nonsense in Spanish. None of it will make sense, and she’ll need to hold you, I’m just warning you.”

Not long after, Steve and Marta help Sarah into their room, and Nana immediately wants to look at the baby. Holding on to Iris’s hand, as James shows her the awake Embelia. “Oh, she’s as prettier as her mom was. Kinda look like your sister, Poppy, just barely favor Posie,” she gets close to her face whispering, “She looks the most like your dad. Well, out of you girls. Marta, I believe you’ve waited all day for this. Go get your son’s last baby.”

“Maybe.”

“Jamey,” Iris tells him. “We made a deal. You get fixed.”

“I know. But accidents happen,” he hands the baby off to his mother, and crawls into the bed with Iris.

“No butt rubs happen, too.”

The room slows down for a moment as Marta holds onto her newest grandbaby. The two of them bonding as she looks over her pretty little face.

“Ma?” Marta hums, acknowledging that James had spoke, but not wanting to miss a moment with Bella. “I’m glad you love Embelia Marta Rogers.”

“She is beautiful mija. Aren’t you miss Bella,” she goes quiet again, and her head darts up to look at her son, random words in English and Spanish being spoken once she realizes Bella’s name. Her voice rising and she turns and looks at Steve.

“He’s your son.”

“You actually understand what she’s trying to say? It’s literally just words mixed together in Spanish and English that don’t make a sentence.”

“Give her a moment, she’s excited.”

“James Carter, you tell me you’re not lying and this angel baby has my name.”

“Bella has your name, Ma.”

“Oh sweet Bella Marta. I like that. Yes, I do. It is perfect for you. Why not just Bella?”

“Grass was taken. Ris wouldn’t let me name her Grass, and she needed to be a flower. Embelia, a pretty dainty little purple flower.”

“Your daddy is gonna have to stop fertilizing mama’s garden. Because I think five is a good number,” Marta giggles at the baby.

“Ma, you’ve got a baby in your arms. Don’t talk like that.”

“Don’t tell your mother what to do, James Carter.”

“Fine fine. I surrender.”

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Made For You

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Summary:  Carter takes Jax shopping for baby furniture

Pairings:  Carter X Jax

Rating:  adorbs

Warnings:  mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

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Carter and Jax walk down the never ending aisles upon aisles of baby things. Posie, Iris, and Story were shopping for clothes, Jax and Carter were sent with very specific instructions with them as to which pieces of furniture to get. “That’s not on the list,” Jax responds when Carter adds a glider to the ever growing items.

“It’s the same one Story has used for every baby. You need this. Ooh, and this,” he points at something else his children have used many times. “If I’ve seen my wife with the babies and these things a lot, I don’t care if it’s on the list.”

“It’s too much, Mr….”

“It’s cliché, but that’s what people call my father. Please, Carter. Just like everyone else.”

“Carter, this is too much.”

“Nonsense. Babies need lots of things. I’ve done it a few times. Oh, this, too,” Jax looks at the growing list of larger items that Carter rings up, knowing that they’ll need a truck to bring it all to the estate. “And this, and this, and that. Jax, what I want you to understand, is that Posie is mine and my wife’s goddaughter. Her parents have never asked for anything. Now she’s grown, and we feel we didn’t do our due diligence to help raise her. What you may not know is Story was quite close to Posie. Was a second mom to her when she was a baby. She’s even said that Posie was like her first daughter. There was a lot going on, and Iris wasn’t in a good place, so Story stepped up. She loves that girl. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for her. So quit complaining, and let us, and everyone else do this for you guys.”

“Things just didn’t come this easy for all of us,” he watches Carter scan a few more things, and Jax actually points to something, that he would want for Daisy. Carter didn’t hesitate to scan it. “I don’t know what it feels like to have everything.”

“I didn’t,” he scans a few sheet sets before turning to look at Jax. “I would say the Drysdale’s had everything, and still their life wasn’t perfect.”

“Yeah, but…sorry, I know this is rude, but you grew up with so much more.”

“Ahh,” Carter starts to walk down the aisle again with a nod, “You’re confusing everything with money. Yeah, I had money. Never knew what it felt like to be without. If I wanted something I got it. With the Drysdale’s, they had money, but they didn’t give their kids whatever they wanted. What they did give their kids was love, attention, adoration, play time, and I was one of the lucky ones who not only got to see that, but Ransom and Kitten included me. They were my parents. Not my cold ass mother or my weak ass father. Do not tell my wife I used profanity outside of the bedroom.”

“You two are something else,” Jax giggles. “What about that?” He points at another large choice and Carter nods his head proudly. “How…I mean, you’ve known each other you whole life. And she’s so much younger how did that happen?”

“Hah,” Carter chuckles. “Another thing in common about our mothers. My mother wanted to control and dictate my life.  What I wanted was not good enough.  She wanted me to marry Aster. Pushed it, so I pushed her, and Aster pushed me away.”

“You and Aster? I don’t see that.”

“One time. But Story, she was always in love with me. If you look at pictures of us when we’re kids, she’s always staring at me. I know everyone thinks I spoil her, and in some ways I do. Story had an ugly eighteen months of her life, and it was my fault. I don’t take her for granted, but it’s time that she wants, and I try and give her and our kids as much as possible. We got pregnant accidentally when she was a teen. Things were different for us, but you and Posie.”

Jax looks over the baby nursery themes, and although it’s not on the list, he points at one, and Carter rings everything up. “I’ve never heard you speak so much.”

“I speak a lot at work. I have no problem when I’m at home letting Story speak for me. I make her feel safe and comfortable, and she makes me feel the love I’ve always craved. Believe it or not, Posie is not someone who enjoys touch. But she likes touching you. Your back especially,” Jax sheepishly smiles, and the two men take up the scanner for the employee to ring up.

Carter doesn’t bat an eye at the price just hands over a black card. “Thank you Mr. Baizen. Mrs. Baizen was already here for baby Illiana, Iclynn is beautiful. Is she the last?” Jax notices how Carter never once looks over the girl, but she looks him up and down the other cashier twisting her hair with a big smile.

“Uh,” Carter scratches at his neck “we talked about it. She had a breakdown.”

“Hormones.”

“No, she’s not ready for something permanent. You know I can’t stand to see my Queen cry.”

As they start to head out, Jax chuckles leaving Carter to ask what. “Those two girls were ready to jump you.”

“You sound like Story.”

“They were! Did you honestly not notice?”

“Have you seen my wife? Why would I go from a queen to anything else? Story is all I ever need,” Carter laughs. “Nobody could handle me. Story Rose was made for me. Just like Posie Sarah was made for you.”

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Can we please get more James/Iris content? U can totally ignore this but missing my fav pair so much🥺

GOAH!! These two are such couple goals! When I created these I knew they would end up together, so I wanted them to just have such a mature relationship at an early age. James is such a fun loving, easy going person, and Iris has so many confidence issues. But James thinks she is just such the epitome of perfect wife.

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Mr. & Mrs. James Rogers

Summary:

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Rogers

Rating:

Warnings: 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

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You give your daughter a soft smile when she steps into her dress.  Can see her mind racing as she takes a deep breath when you and Aster go to pull the white satin up her body.  With Story holding onto Posie and Lucy beside the two of them, her eyes fill with tears when her arms slip through the delicate lace sleeves.  "Look at mommy, sweet girl," Story coos taking a deep sniffle, wiping at her eyes.  "Icy, you look beautiful."

Stepping behind her, the two of you work together to zip her up, and then move out of the way for her to view herself in the mirror.  Immediately she starts fanning at her eyes, attempting to stop the tears, and you can't help but think she's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.  Your sweet little baby, finally marrying her lifelong partner.  Her best friend turned man of her dreams.  The little boy that had a connection with your sweet baby the moment they met.  

All it took was two words, 'My dog,' for James to be captivated by her.  Getting to watch the two of them grow up.  The maturity of their relationship from so early on.  To the heart shattering time of her pregnancy during his capture.  Even their struggle when he came back a bit of a changed man.  His PTSD strong and overwhelming, especially coming home to find a daughter he didn't even know he had.  Aster wipes away the tears falling down her own face, cussing at her sister to stop.  "It's finally happening," Iris giggles.  "We used to pretend we were getting married.  Pretend we were married, and now...mama, I have his baby, and look at her," everyone turns to see the smiling two-year-old pulling at Story's dress, who tries to deter her from exposing herself.

"She reminds me so much of you, baby, but definitely has her daddy's outgoing personality," Iris takes a deep breath at that word, knowing that she still has to have her first look with Ransom and Frank.  "You don't have to."

"I want to.  I don't want them to see me right before walking down the aisle," she walks over to Story picking up and holding tightly to her precious toddler.  The baby that kept her sane during James' absence.  The baby that made James want to push through countless therapy sessions.  "Stay with your aunts and Mimi, okay?" Posie whispers out an okay before kissing her mom ever so sweetly.

"They're in the room across from ours.  The boys are down a different hallway.  When you get back, I believe it'll be time to switch gifts," you give her a quick wink as she goes to see her Daddy and Pops, and you're glad you aren't going to be apart of that blubbering mess.

Iris gives the door a soft knock, and Ransom turns around, telling her she can come on in.  Iris needing a moment with just him first.  Ransom the man that stepped up, and earned the right to be her father.  The man that loved her like his own flesh and blood, and sometimes even more.  His sweet daughter, the one that was far too hard on herself, with a determination to be perfect in everything she did.  With a soft, "Daddy," he turns to look at her.  His head tilts to the side, and he smiles through his tears.  Walking closer to him, she puts a hand on his cheek.  Ransom slowly closes his eyes, remembering rescuing the three of you, and that little baby first said dada.  His world from that point on was right.  And now here he stands with that same baby, and her hand pressed softly on his cheek whispering, "Daddy...Daddy say something.”

He puffs his cheeks out and releases a slow exhale, "I can't.  My God, you look beautiful.  It's almost like staring at your mother," his fingers trace down the lace.  The very lace that was designed to look like the one on your dress.  "My baby."

"Lucy's your baby."

"You and Az were my first.  I remember looking at the two of you in that hospital.  Couldn't even touch you, but I knew...you’re mine.  And now..." his fingers press into his tear ducts, trying to push the tears back in to no avail.  "I've gotta give you away to the bonehead."

"Tweedle Dee," she giggles through her tears.  "I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, you are.  You're going to your own home.  Have your own family, the family you pretended to have with Tweedle Dee.  You always knew didn't you?" she shakes her head up at him.  "I hate him for taking you away from me, but I love that he's worth it.  Icy, he's a good man.  One of the best.  He loves you like you deserve.  He's good to that baby.  He works so hard for his family, fuck if he isn't one of the nicest people, and I hate him for it," closing her eyes she laughs at her ridiculous father.  "I'm so happy for you and Posie.  There was a time I wasn't sure this day was going to come, but...we're here.  I want to hold you and keep you all to myself, but I think there's a Pops outside that wants some time with you, too."

"Daddy, I love you.  You were always my first love.  Thank you for loving me and my mom," Ransom only chokes out a you're welcome heading to the door.  Not even sparing a look at Frank, and he walks back to the bridal suite, going to hold you.  Needing some extra bit of attention after that.

"Hey, Pops," Frank smiles at his beautiful daughter.  A daughter he reluctantly let another man raise.  It was the right and fair thing to do, heaven knows he didn't deserve to raise her.  A daughter that was without a doubt conceived in love.  And the amount of times he wishes and begs to go back to that day and just introduce himself as Frank.  His eyes roam over her, looking almost angelic.  A near spitting image of you, with his eyes.  

"Wow," so many thoughts are running through his head, and he can't vocalize any of them.  It's overwhelming to see her so poised, and so sure of the man she's marrying.  A good man that adores her and her family.  A good father that will protect her daughter.  A fighter that will do anything he can to provide and take care of his family.  A man worthy of her hand, and one that thinks she's the most perfect thing on this earth.  "Sweetheart, I..." he licks the tears that drip down to his lips.  Frank is but a simple man, and with how beautiful his daughter looks, he can't think.  "I'm sure your dad had more to say?" she nods her head at him.  "Iris I'm proud you.  The woman you've become, how strong you are, you're such a good mom, and I know without a doubt, you're going to be a perfect wife to James.  Trust your heart," he leans forward giving her a sweet kiss to her cheek before walking out.

Iris returns to the bridal suite nervously walking around the room, waiting on the arrival of the best man with her gift.  Carter opens the door, and gives a quick look over at Story still holding onto Posie.  She shyly looks down at the girl, trying hard not to give him too many stares.  Walking over to Iris, he holds onto her wrists, "You look beautiful, Icy."

"How's he doing?"

"Awful.  I think he's passed out a few times.  The Sam Adams is helping a bit," you notice how the end of every sentence, he keeps looking back at Story.  Hoping that eventually they can pull themselves together when Ransom is in the room.

Iris's fingers tremble opening up the gift of a framed map, a heart around the place where they first met, a picture of the two of them as kids playing with Axel, and the date.  "Ugh, I love him so much I hate him," her finger rubs over the picture of the three of them.  Not remembering that moment, and still feeling like she does.  The smell of Thanksgiving and meeting her best friend and partner for life.  "We really were babies, mama."

She sets down the photo, and hands a box to Aster.  Carter and Aster walk out together, and she gives him a little elbow shrug, "You bring that girlfriend of yours?" he shakes his head no.  It's true he didn't bring her, but he's choosing to omit that she's actually here.  Looking beautiful as ever.  "He pick that gift out on his own?"

"You know James is nothing but the most obviously softest man in the world, Az.  Yes, that sap picked that out on his own."

"Well, what would the great Carter Baizen get his fiancé on her wedding day?"

He giggles at her, "Which gift?  I'd start with a necklace, that'd be the day before the wedding.  But the day of the wedding," he goes to open the door, knowing as soon as the words come out of his mouth, she may think too hard about it.  May know exactly who he’s referring to, "A tiara."

Aster rolls her eyes, not even thinking about the comment, handing Iris's sappy little gift to James.  Her eyes look her basically brother up and down, looking very handsome in his Army blues as he opens up a shadow box.  The two of their outfits from her parents wedding all pressed inside, with an engraved, 'My forever wedding date'.  "You two are the perfect pair.  Just mush spewing out of you."

James laughs because he wants to cry.  A little photo of the two of them dancing in their outfits.  "Mom," Aster tells him, and he looks up at her.  "Mom keeps everything.  She knew that you two were going to be something.  Asked Steve for your suit.  It's was Iris's idea for the gift though.  Well, I'll see you two in just a moment."

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Iris stands to the side watching Lucy hold the hand of Posie who just wants to run to her daddy.  His bright and shining face watching the most perfect daughter try to drag her aunt down the aisle, but Lucy is more stubborn.  Holding her ground and trying to smile through it.  His eyes look from his daughter, back to the doors, knowing it's almost time.  Seeing a little sliver of Ransom's arm.

"Please, don't let me fall," she whispers up at him.  

"Wouldn't dream about it angel," he leans over to peak at you picking up Posie, handing her a little applesauce pack to distract her.  "Let's go."

He steps to the side pulling Iris and Frank with him.  The two of them walking her down the aisle, but everyone only stares at a James sobbing.  His hands wiping away the tears that continue to cascade down his cheeks.  Reaching the front the two men struggle to give her away.  Neither wanting to, even though they know she's right where she belongs.  Stepping aside to let her hand her bouquet to Aster, holding both of his hands.  The two of them in their own little bubble as they say their vows of a lifelong love.

You have no worries about this union.  They've always been perfect for each other, no matter which stage they were in.  The moment they met everything was so easy, so right.  And seeing them now, overcoming everything that they had.  Created the most perfect baby girl, who was happy and thriving.  Giggling at her sniffling parents who struggle to say their vows.  But when, "You may now kiss the bride," is said, and they hold each other tight, not even coming up for air.  They had finally made it.  

Ransom clears his throat, but they continue to kiss.  His head shakes and he looks around the venue, returning to see them still lip locked, and you give him an elbow, reminding him how you didn't want to let go either.  "Let her breathe!" he says loud enough for James to hear.  James pulls back, the two of them taking a deep breath before crashing their lips back together.  "Oh, good grief."

Everyone laughs at your ridiculously dramatic husband, but when Posie screams a 'Daddy!' the two finally pull apart.  "I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. James Rogers," walking down the aisle, to get Posie until fully leaving as an official family of three.

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we haven’t seen poppy and thorn 🥺🥺🥺 can we have some random moments with poppy, thorn, and papa throughout the years? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

OH MY GOODNESS!!  Do you think Kitten is ready for another set of twins!  Or just babies in general.  Kitten loves all the babies.  And Papa...he loves them babies too!  And finally someone else having boys besides Story!

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The Day You Were Born

Summary:  Papa loves hims babies

Pairings:�� Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Poppy and Thorne

Rating:  FLUFF

Warnings:  soft!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  600

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Iris leans her head over on James’ shoulder as Ransom holds both Poppy and Thorne.  His eyes shining down at the twins.  Iris drifting off to sleep knowing that her little babies will be taken care of.   Not to mention she’s just so comfortable on her husband.  

Posie takes her fingers, squishing Thorne’s chubby cheeks, and looks up at Ransom smiling.  “Do you remember when I was that little?”

“Oh, my sweet girl, I remember the day you were born.  Just this tiny little thing.  I had forgot how small babies could be.  Everyone was excited about you being home.  Always fighting over who would hold you.”

She smiles up at her dad before looking back down at her baby brother and sister.  “They’re miracles, Papa.”

“So were you.”

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Ransom sitting at the table with two glass jars of freshly made baby food; one for Poppy and one for Thorne.  Their toddler selves sitting in Bumbos, feeding them, while you cook supper.  Thorne’s fists squeeze tightly together as he gives a little screech.  Gritting his two teeth together, and getting a belly laugh from his twin.  Her body jiggling at the fact that Papa isn’t feeding him fast enough.

“No sir.  You’ve got to take turns.  That was Poppy’s turn,” Poppy won’t even close her mouth over the spoon, making the orange substance squish out of her mouth.  “Now, it’s Thorne’s turn.”  When the food goes into Thorne’s mouth, he blows a big raspberry.  Spewing the substance on Ransom who looks over to you.  “Hawthorne Sterling Rogers,” he scolds, but when Thorne gives a dramatic pout Ransom’s own face softens.

“Oh I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you buddy.  You’re okay.  No don’t,” one look at her brother, and Poppy starts her own pout, “No, no, Poppy not you too.”

“Aw, come here Thorne,” you pull up the chubby fellow out of his seat and start bouncing him.  Slowly he calms down, and Poppy gives him a teared smile.  

“How did you do it?” he asks you looking at the two of them, and you hum a hmm, questioning him.  “Two of them.  They’re always just there.”

“Well, Captain, when you don’t have a choice, you just make it happen.”

“How much longer until Iris picks them up?” you give him a questioning look, “You’re the one that brought up Captain.”

“Oh for Pete's sake, Ran.  Are you ever not going to want to jump on the bed?”

“Never, woman.”

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Ransom stands out in the garden that his grandfather started all those years ago.  New flowers and plants have continued to be added through the years.  The newest hawthorn bushes and bright red poppies added to the mix.  He sighs watching the two of his littlest grandbabies holding hands as they wobbly walk through the garden.  

He takes a deep breath, and sips at his warm coffee when the two of them stop to give him a toothy smile, continuing to walk further away.  Coming from behind you slide your hands around his back, resting them around his waist, and rest your chin on his shoulder.  “I don’t think I tell you enough, Kitten, but thank you?”

“For what baby?”

“All these years.  You didn’t have to choose me.  Didn’t have to keep giving me babies.  And now look, our daughters just keep having little rug rats, and your son has finally knocked someone up,” you give his little tush a pinch and he laughs.  Tilting his head to the side he gives you a soft peck.  “I love you and our life.”

“I love you, too, Ran.  It was all worth it.”

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling you from behind him, to standing right by his side.

“Yeah.”

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Can we have a little drabble with Iris a d Ransom 🥺🥺🥺🥺 about the whole thing thats going on 😢😢

🥺🥺Soft Ran really gets to me😭😭

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Everything She Wanted

Summary: Iris and Ransom bond

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Iris Drysdale Rogers

Rating: Pitiful sadness

Warnings: mentions of Story's lies, depictions of depression, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

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Ransom walks into James and Iris's house, and Posie comes running at him as fast as her little legs with carry her, "Papa!" he leans over to pick her up, and spins her around gently. "You came!"

"Of course I did pumpkin, I couldn't miss seeing my best girl."

Posie tilts her head to the side giving Ransom a serious look, "Mimi is your best girl."

"Your right," he whispers in her ear before giving her cheek a kiss. "Where's your mom?" he asks setting her down on the floor.

"Hers in the kitchen. Come on," she pulls at Ransom's hand, trying to drag him into the kitchen.

"Hey, Angel," he gives his daughter a quick kiss on her temple. How are ya?" he gives her a sorrowful smile, wishing that things were different. Wishing that his family was one unit again, and wishing that his sweetest daughter didn't feel so left out.

"I'm managing. Posie, why don't you go gather the thing you made to show Papa?" the little girl runs off to her room, and Iris looks at her dad, "Please don't bring her up."

"I wasn't, you did. But if you want to talk about it we can. If not, I don't really care. Just wanted to see you and Posie," he gives her a big smile, but she rolls her eyes. "What?"

"Mom's right. You're ridiculous."

"What did I do wrong this time? You know, your mother lies sometimes. She kept the fact that you and James were kissing from me."

"Also kept a secret relationship from you," she turns back to the breakfast she's making for her, Ransom and Posie. Giving herself something extra to do and to look at.

"That's the second time you've brought your sister up. You sure you don't want to talk about her?" he sees her body language change. "We don't have to, but I'll listen if you want to."

"You promise to just listen?" her eyes peek back him, and he gives her a nod. "I want things to go back. I just can't right now. She hurt you, mom, Beau, Aster, Carter, me, and everyone is seeming to forget what she did," Ransom wants to add something. His body is itching to add something, but he promised. "I know she hurt herself the most. I get that. But she hurt you, her dad. And she hurt mom."

"Stop," he stands up and walks over to Iris. "You worded that weird," when Iris doesn't turn to look at Ransom, he knows he's not crazy. "Do you not think I'm your dad."

"You're not. Frank is."

"Biologically yes. Iris, I can't stress to you enough that when your mom mentioned adoption to me, I didn't hesitate. You scared me at first. But it was because I was afraid to get too close to you. She and Andy could have taken you away from me, and I had no rights. When I saw your mom pregnant, I wanted you and Aster. When I saw you in that hospital nursery, I wanted you and Aster. When I met you, I wanted the both of you. So when she asked me that, my answer was always yes. It will always be yes. I don't regret one minute of that decision. You have and are always mine. My angel. I loved telling people that the Drysdale twins were mine. Because you are. You are mine."

Iris turns to her dad, pushing her forehead against his chest, "My family that me and your mom created, and you kids will continue to create is the best part of my life. You might not share any of my genes but you are without a doubt mine. That weird little thing you do with your nose when your disgusted, I make that face. All that stubbornness, that you try to hide, but it's there. I'm sorry about that. That noise you make when you get something wrong, another trait from me. Angel look at me," her eyes that are identical to Frank's look up at Ransom full of tears.

"I don't care how long it takes for you and Story to talk again. I know it will happen. I don't care that you are mad at her. What I care about is you're hiding all that you're going through. You don't have to carry the world on your shoulders. Iris you're a good mama, a pretty good dog mom too. You're an amazing wife. The best lawyer I know, but baby my favorite thing has always been that you are my daughter. You'll figure it out. But quit being so hard on yourself. Quit avoiding your childhood home."

"She's just getting everything she wanted. Prince Charming, a baby..."

"Story is good at hiding things too, Icy. I love you, and we can stop talking about this okay?"

"Thank you daddy."

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Been thinking about Iris… how is she doing? Is she ok? Going to therapy? Hoping she is talking about her feelings and not focusing too much on her guilty about not being there for story and beating herself up 😭😭

Oh my gosh!! Although with James she still has those moments, when it's daylight that woman is tearing it up! She does continue to go to therapy, and when Story gets up to it, she wants them to go together, heal some of their old wounds. She is pouring her workload into Story's cases. Keep in mind not only did Dayton pass, but Story has a children's book coming out, she's dealing with lawsuits with the tapes, AND....

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I’m Right Here

Summary: Iris goes to bat for Story

Pairings: Iris Rogers, Ransom Drysdale Vs. Mr. & Mrs. White, Story Drysdale X Carter Baizen

Rating: angst

Warnings: Iris Drysdale!, mentions of Dayton's passing, mentions of cheating, mentions of paternity, mentions of Story's time with Charles, mentions of a sex tape, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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"No, absolutely not," Iris paces around her father's office, Ransom himself growing more agitated with her movements. "She just lost the father of her son a week ago. I don't care. Hold on," muting her phone she looks at her dad. "Mike wants her to testify. Next week."

"No. They have the fucking tapes. It's clearly her."

"They want her to identify the men."

Ransom's eyes look away from Iris, he knows Story is not in a place to be talking about this. "Isn't Frank talking? She had lines of coke, drank, and then was injected with something, they were masked, she's not a reliable witness."

"That's what I'm trying explain. Daddy, she hasn't came out of her room. The only person she's seeing is Carter who hasn't left her. He's bathing her, she can't...she won't be able to handle it," Ransom walks to Iris giving her the biggest hug.

She clicks the phone back on, "She won't do it Mike. How important is it to the case?"

"They may try to make a settlement out of court. Frank is fully cooperating with all except Charles. Even without the charges from the tapes, Charles isn't getting out anytime soon. Officer Everett found more than enough evidence that he was pimping her out, along with the drug charges, domestic abuse. If you want him to have charges on the tapes she'll have to testify."

Ransom gives her a nod, "That's fine. I won't have her further traumatized."

"I understand. My wife is sending another set up for a tea. You said she liked that right?"

"She doesn't like much of anything right now. But thank you," Iris turns the phone off and buries her face back in Ransom's warmth. "Daddy I should have been here."

"You're here now. Your mom and I couldn't handle this the way you are. You're doing such a good job angel. I don't know what we would do without you."

"I think maybe James, Posie, and I need to move back in."

Ransom pushes her off of him shaking his head, "I'm not saying that we don't want you here. Your room and Posie's room is always available. There's also the pool house, but you're pouring too much into this. You've gotta take care of you and your family too. James and Posie."

"Daddy, she needs me."

"She does, and she has you whether you're here or not," he gives her another hug, but her phone goes off with an email. Iris looks at the email, her eyes skimming over it.

"Dammit. No. Nonono, it's getting worse," her blue green eyes look up at her dad, "The White's, they're demanding a DNA test. They said they have proof that Story was cheating on Dayton. Holy shit...Dayton changed his will, Otto is getting seventy-five percent of all his assets. His family is getting the rest. What ring?" Ransom looks away from Iris, "Daddy, there was a ring in his locker. He wasn't...?" he nods his head at Iris, "They're claiming it doesn't belong to her. They want Story to get nothing."

"She doesn't fucking need anything! He was trying to derail her career before it started. What do you mean they have proof she was cheating? Iris, what's the proof?"

"Dayton had her phone tagged. It was Carter wasn't it?" Ransom shrugs his shoulders. "It's always been Carter. But that's still just proof she was there, not cheating."

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Iris and Ransom sit across from the White's. The two of them looking down their noses at them. "Where is she?" Mrs. White asks politely. Her voice still laced with disgust.

"She's mourning. Where do you think she is?"

"That car, it's Mr. Baizen's," Mr. White doesn't add a tone of question, it's a statement. He knows exactly who that car belongs to. Ransom starts to speak, but Iris holds her hand on her father's. "And she's employing her family to fight her battles?"

"I'm representing her. Why did you ask for a meeting?"

"We're contesting our son's will. That baby will not get anything..." Ransom growls, almost barring his teeth at him. "Is there a problem?"

"His name is Otto. You will refer to my grandson as Otto."

"See you know he's your grandson, we have our doubts. Dayton came to us with concerns. He was tracking her phone, and every time he left she wound up leaving and spending hours everyday at a Carter Baizen's apartment. He never said it, but we have our doubts that Otto is our son's."

"When Story got involved with Dayton, Carter wasn't even in town. He didn't even see her until she was pregnant. Dayton met him the first time they had saw each other in two years."

"She wouldn't move in with him," Iris stares holes into Dayton's mother. Disgusted by her behavior, and the suggesting that her lack of wanting to move in meant anything.

"She wasn't ready."

"She can have sex with our son, but isn't ready to move in with him?" Ransom again tenses up, only to have Iris be the one that calms him.

"Mr. White, I don't think you realize the predicament she was in. They had unprotected sex, obviously. Things happened way too fast, she didn't think about Dayton's public persona, and how she wasn't prepared for that lifestyle. He exploited their relationship on more than one occasion, especially with that photo," Mr. White starts to intervene, but Iris only speaks louder, "He was well aware of her anxiety, he did that as a way to assert his possession over her to Mr. Baizen. Story and Mr. Baizen have known each other their whole lives. Can Dayton say the same for his pit lizards?"

Iris hands over photos of Dayton lip locked with some girl after a party. "We will oblige you the paternity test when Otto is born, but do not come into our home trying to bully my sister and her unborn son. Your grandson."

"We will conduct the test now."

"He will be tested on the day he's born. She's too far along and that test can be too invasive. Is that all?"

"She won't get the ring."

"I believe you'll find that the insurance on the ring is in hers and Dayton's name. You don't get to dictate whether she gets it or not. But just so we're clear, Story is worth more than Dayton White was. She doesn't need the money, but he wanted it to go to his son, so when Otto is proven to be your late son's, there's nothing you can do."

"He won't have his last name."

"That's up to his mother. We can petition for his name to be put on his birth certificate post mortem, Once we have the proof that he is Otto's father. I believe we're done here. See yourself out."

Standing up Mr. White starts to speak again, "We're done here," Iris reiterates. Holding the door open she excuses them out the office and out the front door.

James stands with his arms wide waiting for Iris. "I'm so proud of you baby doll. You were amazing. Such a strong fighter for your sister," she buries her face in his chest. "She'll be okay. Carter's got her eating fries and a milkshake."

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Story presses her back against Carter's chest, his fingers rubbing along her bump, only the softest of smiles from him when he feels Otto kick at his fingers. She very rarely speaks. Just soaks up Carter's warmth. "Princess, I need you to eat something. That boy is counting on you. I got you a chocolate milkshake and fries. Well, Blade and Harry got it. I just picked it up from outside your door."

"Thanks."

"But you need some protein. You know you want a healthy boy."

A tear falls down Story's cheek and onto Carter's hand that rests under her face, "I can't believe I still have tears."

"Will you eat some peanut butter? Anything?"

"I want some pickle juice," she releases a pitiful giggle. "And chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I want the biggest slice of barbecue chicken pizza. Chicken salad on a croissant, and..."

"What more could you want?"

Story knows that Carter can't bring Dayton back. She knows that part of her grief is a lot of guilt. She accepted her life with Dayton, but she never truly wanted to be with him. Not like she is in this moment with Carter. Never wanting him to leave for a second, afraid that her dreams will manifest in him as well. "Just cheesecake."

"I'll get it all ordered Princess. Have it delivered. Blade can bring it up here. I won't even have to leave."

"Why is he still here?"

She rolls over to her back, and Carter looks down at her. Blood shot puffy eyes could never take away her beauty. She's still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "He's working from home. Well from his childhood home."

"Otto always moves with you," her hands press over his, moving it around and she groans, "That, right there, that's his butt."

"His butt?" Carter smiles when she giggles.

"Yeah, he sleeps all curled up like you."

"He has less room than me."

She gives him a genuine smile, it's more weakened than it normally is but it's there. "Don't leave me."

"I'm not. I'm right here."

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A litte James Iris Moments pls🥺

We know that James has such a big soft spot for Story, but we also saw who the first person was to reach her...

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It Wasn’t Your Fault

Summary: James comforts Iris

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Drysdale-Rogers

Rating: Angst

Warnings: mentions of Dayton's death, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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James watches Iris randomly start picking things up around the estate. Trying to keep herself busy; pretending to to clean up the living room. She constantly ignores anything that you say, or when you cling to Ransom. Her eyes constantly flicking up the stairs. "Her window is still nailed shut?" her breathing becomes uncontrolled when you shake your head no.

"Ris."

"No, I didn't want to leave her. She shouldn't be alone. She's...I've been there, but she knows Dayton is...he's gone. Jamey," her voice trails off when it's swallowed by tears. James goes to her side fast. Wrapping his arms around her, while his wife cries uncontrollably.

"She's not alone."

"She is. She's in her room alone. Should...I should just sit in front of her door. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do," she wipes away her tears and starts to head up the stairs, but he holds tight to her hand. "Jamey, I've spent too long away from her. She needs me."

"She's not alone, Ris," her eyes look at him confused and even the rest of the room become unsettled.

"We're all down here. She's..."

"No, she's not," Ransom starts to speak, but closes his mouth. "He's...don't be mad."

"Who is up there with my daughter?" Ransom starts to stand up, but you hold him down. Already knowing exactly who is up there. "James?"

"Carter, but he just wants to be there for her," Ransom again starts to go into the bedroom.

"Daddy, you said yourself that she was fully committed to Dayton. Can you just trust her?" Iris walks to stand in front of the stairs blocking him.

"It's not her I'm worried about."

"Ran, I promise you the last thing that Carter wants to do is hurt Story. That's the last thing he's ever wanted to do. If she's allowing him to be there for him. Let her," your eyes beg him to stop his motions. Needing him to just trust her and Carter.

"If he hurts her."

"He wouldn't daddy. I might have been away for awhile, but he wouldn't do that. And she's not alone. Jamey, let's get in the bed. We'll just stay here tonight."

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Iris rests her head on James' chest, his hand rubbing her back trying to get her to sleep. He knows it's all in vain with every tear that falls on his bare skin. "Ris?'

"Shh...I don't wanna talk."

"Then listen. This isn't your fault," he feels her lip tremble up against him. The tears falling on him becoming more rapid. "You always blame yourself, this was a tragic accident. You had nothing to do with it."

"I could have been with her since she's been pregnant, I've missed so much. She was with me everyday, she took pictures of my bump everyday. Talked to Posie, and told me how she couldn't wait. I was so consumed in my life that..."

James pulls her off his chest so he can look at it, "Stop. Just...your lack of involvement with Story did not cause Dayton to die."

"She was always there for me, and I could have been there for her. I saw she wasn't fully happy with him. I saw her with Dayton. I saw Carter watching her, and she looking at Carter with so much love. Jamey I thought she had it all, and she had nothing."

He presses a soft kiss against her lips. "She told me she loved Dayton. Yes, she was in love with someone else, and I know, I know this is a bittersweet moment that the someone else is in the bed with her, but in time she could have fallen in love with Dayton."

"She wanted what we have. She wanted to only love only one person though."

"She's done that."

"But if I hadn't had attacked her, she could have been safe. She was...Jamey she was..."

"Shh...just cry it out baby doll. I know. I know what they did to her. But it's not your fault."

"It is. I've never thanked her for..."

"She knows. Believe me when I tell you, she knows. She would do it all over again. For both of us. That's what family does, baby doll. We're a family and we're in this together. We'll be there for her, together. He has no intentions of taking advantage of her. I've already had a huge talk with him. He just wants to be there for her. For Otto."

"I don't deserve you," not wanting to hear this talk from her he slams his lips against hers. Pressing hard onto her. "But I love you, Jamey."

"I love you, too, Ris."

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I love iris and James can we have an update on how they’re doing?

Oh my gosh!! So I know that she's going to be taking care of business with Story, but let's fast-forward! Her and James have been having some fertility issues, and she was tired of the constant visits, so she just all of a sudden stopped...

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Test

Summary: James and Iris have a little fun

Pairings: James Rogers X Iris Drysdale-Rogers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, D/s vibes, spanking, pinching, choking, cream pie, pregnancy test, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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"Hey, can you drop Posie off with Lo today? She said she's going to help her with her figure skating some more?" Iris starts to pick up the plants from breakfast, bending over right in front of James, and he can't help but to lick his lips with how perfect her ass looks in that tight skirt. "And we have that dinner thing at the estate later this evening. Tomorrow I'm going to be working late, and you're not listening to a word I say."

"Posie, go get your stuff ready for school," the eleven-year-old gets up to run to her room, fetching her things for the day.

"Jamey, what're you ooh," he pulls her down to sit in his lap, sliding her along his crotch, "Down boy."

"You gonna work me in this schedule of yours?"

"Now, what's the fun in that?" she smiles giving him a sweet kiss, but he only pulls her closer to him. His lips nipping along her jawline.

"Listen, I know that things haven't necessarily been going the way you thought, but you my beautiful wife are so much happier without those hormones, and I just want to be buried inside of you all day."

"I do get off early today Sergeant, you drop off our baby, and meet me back at the house? I'll skip laundry."

"We'll hire someone for that baby doll," his thumb and forefinger pull at her chin, bringing her back to his waiting lips, the two of them caught up in a passionate kiss.

"Mama, daddy, I'm um...right here."

"Sorry baby, I'll take you to school. Mama has some things to do at the office," Posie rolls her eyes and goes on ahead to the car, "I will have you sinking over me today after I drop her off with Lo."

"It's a date Sarge. Lo's bringing her to the estate, so we'll be all alone soldier.

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Iris's hands press down on James' chest. Her hips rolling over top of him like her life depended on it. He just stares up at her with the utmost love, while she becomes more and more blissed out. Picking up her speed she begins to pant through her breaths.

James grips tightly to her hips, causing the little bruising that Iris loves, and she remembers exactly who is in charge. "Tell me how much you love me," her voice breathily tells him.

"You know I love you Ris, you're the only girl for me. The only one I've ever had or will ever have."

Only her desperate mewls echo through their bedroom, until he gives her a quick smack on her ass, "Tell me how good I am," she circles her hips over him, and he releases a deep grunt.

"God, you're fucking me like it's your job. Watch my pretty little wife," he turns her head so she can watch her writhing body on him in the vanity mirror. Her body shudders, and he gives her another spank, grabbing a handful of her ass to give it a hard jiggle. "Fucking me so good and deep baby doll."

Seeing exactly where he's bottomed out in her. A hard bulge in her belly, he presses up against the spot, smiling up at her, "Right there, you feel how deep I am? So fucking good. Always so perfect."

"Fuck!" her voice screams as she races for her high, "Tell me..."

"Ris there is no one better than you. You are it. So perfect for me. That sloppy cunt was made for..." he smiles when she comes undone. Her head looking at the ceiling as she screams his name like she's saying a pleading prayer. "This pussy is mine isn't it?"

"Yes Sergeant."

"Now that you've taken care of me, do I get to take care of you?"

Her eyes finally focus on him, and she almost pouts, "But you didn't cum."

"Well, my little fuck doll," without pulling out of her, he turns them to the side, shuffling around until he's over top of her, "I'm not finished with you yet."

Her blue green eyes stare up at James, as her mind fully drifts into sub space. Her body trembles and Iris's pupils fully spread out in lust, "You're going to let me take you apart over and over again aren't you, baby doll?"

"Sir, yes, sir," she whines when he roughly starts stabbing into her. His thick fingers begin to wrap around her neck and he gives a little squeeze, and he loves the way she only whimpers up at him.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, baby doll," he pistons into her harshly, knowing exactly when she becomes cockdrunk and unable to talk. His hips slamming into her and chasing for his own high. Pushing the bed up against the wall, and she keens at the sound, "Gonna have to get...that...fixed again," his thrusts become sloppy, and he completely fills her up.

Dropping down on the bed, he pulls Iris into his lap, his hands brushing back her hair, and he presses the sweetest kisses along her skin, "I love you so much Iris Jade Rogers," she starts to blubber out words, but he presses his lips up against hers, "Shh...just enjoy this baby."

Sliding his hand down her body, stopping to give her breasts a little squeeze, only to giggle when she winces, slapping at his hand. Traveling down further to her stomach. "Ris, when was the last time you took a test?"

"I'm supposed to be enjoying myself."

"I'm serious."

"A few months," he presses down a bit on her lower stomach the way his dad had told him. Feeling the hard mound in between her Pelvis bone. "Jamey, stop," she giggles pushing his hands off her.

"I need you to take a test. I didn't want to say anything, but I thought you were getting a bit fuller," she gives him a little smack, and he cups her tits. She yelps, and then moans. "You still have some, yes?"

"I'm supposed to be petted by my husband right now!" she screams when he walks away to the bathroom, coming back with a box.

"Test," he throws one at her. She grabs it up, rolling her eyes at him to take the stupid test that she's sick of seeing. Walking back to sit in his lap. "I just needed you to humor me. I'm perfectly fine with our sweet little Posie, okay?" his fingers smooth around her skin, in her favorite way, making her sleepy with every pass. Scooping her up, he walks both their naked bodies back into the bathroom.

Iris grabs ahold of the test. Her eyes immediately fill with tears, "Jamey put me down."

"Iris, I'm sorry, I was just curious. It's okay, baby doll, we don't need another..."

"It's positive."

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Honestly I feel like Iris needs a friend, someone who she can trust and vent to, someone who won’t feel the need to justify stuff about how story was hurting too, just a friend who she can cry in front of and finally spill our everything that is hurting her, including the fact that she can’t get pregnant at the moment. Someone that isn’t part of the drysdale family, maybe yelena or little princess or even a new character

Also I know James is going trough a lot with his ptsd but I was reading you were holding her and I was so mad with the way he said that story was the one taking care of posie when Iris couldn’t bare to look at the baby like WHAT THE FUCK YOU ASSHOLE that’s your wife you’re talking about ?????? Do you think she choose to have postpartum depression and not being able to properly take care of her daughter????? He made me so mad I swear to god! I understand he cares about story and is worried about her but the fact that his wife is struggling mentally and going through so many things regarding her fertility and he isn’t realizing that she is not alright because he is too busy being worried about her sister is just not doing it to me. I wish Iris would tell him they need a break because they are just not seeing eye to eye but I’m afraid that maybe it will be the thing that will either take her to the path of finally healing or the last drop for her to fall into a full blown out depression

Iris needs a friend 😭😭😭

Honestly your writing is so good that I am feeling many many emotions

You're not wrong. Iris needs an outsider to an extent. Her friendships have always been based around Aster. Most of their friends were guys, and most those guys hurt Story. She has turned to her other family a lot during this time. Especially the Adler/Levinson side. And who does she have there? We also know that Iris does like sex a bit more rough (there will be some insight to this tomorrow 😉)

James definitely didn't react well to that. Iris, like her mother, is a big believer in therapy. So don't worry those two are going to work on learning better communication skills. They're both struggling and going through so much individually it's hard for them to be what the other needs. And Iris is a perfectionist. On the outside she will act like everything is okay, and on the inside she's hurting so much more than she's showing.

But Iris does find a friend in Little Princess (much to Ari's chagrin). For age references, Little Princess is around 40 at this point, Ari is 62, and Curtis is 51. Iris is 26.

🥺 Thank you so much nonnie!  I’m happy you’re enjoying this mess!

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Can I Give You a Hug

Summary: Iris bonds with you

Pairings: Iris Drysdale Rogers X Little Princess!Reader

Rating: cute

Warnings: daddy Ari, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  400

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You open the door to see Ari's youngest niece Iris there. Ari had explained that it was complicated what was going on in her life, and had mentioned the weird relationship with her, Frank, and Ransom. You had met her a few times and even her family. Despite the past, everyone is relatively close. But seeing her there, without her daughter, as she quickly tells you, "She's at my parents. James is at Carter's. Can I come in?"

You open the door for the dainty girl, walking her to the living room, you can't hide that chair fast enough. Iris's eyes go wide, and you just pretend that nothing happened. "What cha doing sweetheart?"

"I just needed to get away for a moment. Thought Uncle Airy or CC would be here."

"I'm sorry, they're not. CC is still at the station, but Ari should be here soon. Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" you watch her flop down on the couch with a huff and she starts to talk about everything that's happened since her sister went missing.

Her words coming out in almost a long slur and you just listen. Her talking about how she feels that Andy has poisoned her blood, and how she can't get pregnant, and it must be all her fault. How she wants to forgive her sister, but for whatever reason she can't. The conversation going on forever, and you just sit there listening.

"Can I give you a hug?" tears spring to her eyes when she nods her head yes. Ari coming in at the moment confused, but chooses to walk into the bedroom to change quickly.

"Um, Y/N?" she asks with a bit of curiosity, and you hope that he doesn't hear. Ari always hears. "What's the deal with the chair?"

"That's enough. Iris, you want to stay for dinner? We'll order pizza."

The night goes by easy. Curtis has his least favorite shift and doesn't return, until much later. Iris already fast asleep on the couch when he arrives. But when Ari leads you to the bedroom, his dark eyes looking over you. "You'll pay for her seeing that chair."

"I didn't think who was at the door was coming in, Daddy."

"Still getting punished. Curtis won't save you. And if you mention anything about our lifestyle...well."

He never gave you the answer, so it's fair game to talk if she asks, right?

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Hey, I was just wondering if James is happy and satisfied with his work now? or he still misses doing what he did before he became a POW?

James is very happy. He gets to be at home with his family. He isn't in a position that could take him from his family forever, and it almost did. He gets to see his daughter everyday, and is the one to pick her up everyday. He gets in the bed with Iris every night. With what he's doing now, he's creating. He sticks to most furniture building, because he can do it alone, but when Ari needed someone to help Beau with his tiny houses, he asked James if he wanted to help. So James got to get to know his brother-in-law.

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Don’t Want Anyone

Summary: James wants Beau to open up

Pairings: James Rogers X Beau Adler

Rating: brotherly bonding

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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James and Beau don't speak much during a build. Beau isn't always there, sometimes he's working at the docks. But every time he's scheduled to work, he shows, and early. The two of them going in sync when they work, but hardly speaking.

James being such a happy and friendly person, it starts to get under his skin. He is Iris's brother after all, so he should try and have some form of a bond. "We should get some drinks after work."

Beau gives him a grimace hauling some lumber up, "Naw, I'm good."

"What gives?"

"Don't feel like going out," by this time, he should really get over what happened. Story has seemingly moved on, while he is stagnant. Dreaming of a princess who clearly was never meant to be his.

"Man, don't envy her," Beau turns to scowl at him. "Just don't. Let's go out for a drink. There's usually pretty girls there."

He actually laughs at James, knowing that if his sister heard him, she would be pissed. "Iris know you talk like that?"

"Yeah. I'm not blind, they're pretty. Iris is beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, and has the best ass in the world. We're looking for someone for you, not me."

"Don't want anyone."

James continues about his business, the soft low sound of the music calming him, and giving him and Beau the perfect work flow. Working nearly to the beat of the music. James gives a wave to Beau when he leaves to pick up Posie, determined to get that boy to drink with him.

The next day, he brings a cooler, "Lev won't let us drink on the job," Beau says walking past with a few things.

"After work. You don't wanna go to a bar, I bring it to you."

With an eye roll Beau starts climbing up the ladder, "Don't you have a kid to pick up? You know, my niece?"

"Well, how much do you think I drink? Besides, she's going with my mother-in-law to do something, and Iris wanted to check out the build."

"Why do you want me to drink so bad?"

James gives a shrug. "There's no reason. Just wanna loosen you up. We do nothing together. You're my wife's brother, my daughter's uncle, and we don't know each other," continuing about his motions James takes a deep breath starting to continue.

"I'm not moping. You sound like dad," throwing down a few scrap pieces of wood he finally looks at James. "I'm not. My life didn't go the way I had thought but..."

"Just find you another."

"Let me ask you, had you and Iris not worked out, would you have just found another?" James' face scrunches up, and he walks away thinking. The thought had never crossed his mind. It was always supposed to be him and Iris. "Exactly. Now, think of me...I was in love with a girl my whole life. Never dated, because I was waiting on her, and then..." he takes a look at James sighing, "You know the story. I get she's moved on, and life has went perfectly for her, but I don't want another girl. I wanted her."

"You were blinded by her," James hauls up some lumber to Beau, before fully climbing on the roof with him. Removing his hat, and then shirt to wipe off the sweat, before tossing the shirt to the floor. "You were never meant to be together. She never looked at you like that. You know as well as I do, who she was in love in."

"Carter fucking Baizen always gets everything," James scoffs with a roll of his eyes before continuing to hammer on something further away. "Even when he isn’t supposed to, he got her.  Every fucking time.  I get my first kiss with her, and she looks to see if Carter saw it, we were like eight."

"Doesn't look good on you. The jealousy. You don't know what he's been through either."

The two stop talking. Lost in their own train of thoughts when they Give Ari a wave, as he arrives. Busying himself cleaning up, before making a quick departure. "That was weird," Beau mumbles but carries on with his work. Removing his own shirt when he climbs down the ladder. Grabbing a water bottle when he sees the red Volkswagen Beetle he spent the better half of four years doing a complete overhaul on.

Looking around the corner when the Bug stops, and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen jumps out. Her hand covers her eyes as she squints up at James, "Have you seen Ari?"

"He was here just a minute ago," James starts to climb down the ladder, stopping to grab his shirt up. Giving Beau an odd look when he's peaking around the corner trying to look at the girl. "Can I help you?"

"No, I just brought some cookies for him," giving with the warmest sunny smile, she bends over to retrieve the plate of cookies, leaving both Beau and James to look the other way. Her short little dress riding up just a bit too much. "Oh there he is. Thanks!"

Walking back in the house, he flinches to scare Beau. Grabbing his chest he laughs at the boy, "What was this about other girls?" he follows Beau's eyesight, clearly the girl knows Ari well. Smiling up at him, but it's when he picks her up and twirls her around that his heart drops. "Shiiit."

"What?"

"I think I know who that is."

"Who?" Beau's vision follows James only for a minute, when he's back to looking at the girl. Her skin glowy from the summer sun, hair a bit of a tangled mess, a cute short flowy dress, and bracelets upon bracelets on her wrists. Ari catches him, watching the two of them, and he quickly turns to finish up working. Feeling a bit inadequate with his shirt off, he pulls it back on.

James trots far enough away from to dial up his wife, "Ris!"

"Oh god, what's wrong? Did you forget...it's not time. James are you okay? Babe, is everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Just..."

"Why are you calling me at work?"

"Love of my life, apple of my eye, shut up for a minute. Didn't you say Bunny was coming back to Boston?"

"Like, the triplets bunny?"

"Yeah. How..." he starts only to be stopped by Iris again.

"Why?"

"How do they work? Like who is Ari's kids?"

"Pretty sure, it's just Owin. The girls are twins that belong to CC. Why?"

"Your brother won't stop checking Bunny out, and I had to make sure he wasn't...ya know, ready to hump his cousin."

"This is my brother we're talking about," she deadpans clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, I love ya, too Ris. Since I've got you on the phone and we won't have a child, can I please get a taste of your ass tonight?"

"Bye Jamey. I love you, Sarge."

James rolls his eyes, knowing he'll get what he wants when he gets home, to find Beau in the same spot, still being creepy and watching the girl. "Just so we're clear, that's not your cousin," Beau gives him an odd look, but James just points, "That's Bunny, well Arleigh, but her family and everyone else calls her Bunny. But she's the...Beau, where are you going? Walk out there."

He doesn't get to fully leave because Ari walks in with Arleigh. His eyes bright and beaming as he introduces her. "Bun, this is James and Beau. They don't like people, so they do the small house together. Brother-in-laws," he continues talking, missing how she starts giving Beau soft smiles. Her finger gently tucking her behind her ear, and the two of them completely giddy about the other. "Anyways, got what I needed, so I'll see you boys tomorrow."

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