#the way she immediately stopped to smell it oh my 💓

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🌹🥹, via NosesissoyAndrii on twitter, 24/10/23

[ever-eilish]

Hey can you do a chishiya fic where the reader gets drunk and it became chaotic?? And chishiya is just there and 🤦‍♂️. That would be fun. Btw i like the other fic too.

Drunken questions

chishiya x fem!reader

after a few drinks, you finally get the courage to ask something very peculiar to the man who has been occupying your mind for a long time.

author's notes: I had lots of fun writing this, but sorry if this is not what you wanted!! thank you for requesting, and, once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! enjoy💓

warnings: drunk!reader and lots of fluff!

I don't know exactly how it happened. The only thing I remember is Kuina giving me some kind of "special drink", which she had made herself, and what was supposed to be one, ended up becoming two, and what was supposed to be two ended up becoming three, and now I've lost count of how many of these drinks I've had.

I was dancing to some bad music that was blaring from the hundreds of speakers on the beach, disturbing those trying to sleep, and I was having the best of the best days.

I've always been a party person; I always liked the energy of the crowd when certain songs came on, and in the real world, my favorite pastime was going to crappy bars that smelled like cheap beer and dancing to even crappier music. Well, at least I was living.

Living. Something I stopped doing the moment I arrived in this hell, but somehow, I felt like now I was living. I think the last time I felt so happy here on the beach was when Chishiya hugged me for the first time. I don't think any drink will be able to overcome the heat of his body close to mine.

The current song - which sounded like some terrible remix of some current pop song - ended, and the next song started, making the crowd scream in euphoria.

Before I can start dancing again, I feel a soft yet strong hand pull me off the dance floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I scream, without even trying to notice who owns the hand, and I try to free myself, but the grip around my arm is too strong.

"You've had enough for today." I heard a monotonous voice speak to me.

Oh, hi Chishiya.

"Hey, you can't pull me like that!" I shout back, as he continues pulling me to a quieter corner of the party.

Even though I'm against the idea, I let him lead me.

"How many drinks did you have? Shit, I told Kuina not to give you those things" he says, placing me in front of him, when he stopped walking and faced me in a random corner of the beach.

"I lost count," I say with a laugh. My words sound slurred, and I assume that, just maybe, I'm a little drunk.

Chishiya rolls his eyes, and I see him run his hands through his blonde hair, a clear sign of irritation.

I admit, it's strange to see the usually unflappable man looking so stressed.

"Come on, let's go to the room," he says, and he grabs my arm again, leading me towards his room.

What's his problem with pulling me?

"Aren't you even going to buy me a drink first?" I say teasingly.

The man doesn't respond at all, but I can see a small hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

The way to the room was complicated. I tripped over my own feet several times and staggered more than what was considered normal for a drunk person, causing Chishiya to have to stop and help me steady myself on the ground more than three times.

Damn, Kuina, what did you put in those drinks?

We arrive at the blonde man's room, and he immediately opens the door sits me on the bed, bends down, and starts taking off my shoes. He takes them off and leaves the pair of sneakers next to the bed.

"Calm down, handsome!" I say this as I feel him get up and start trying to take off the shirt I was wearing over my bikini.

He just gives me a angry look, and finally I let him take off my shirt.

He pushes me by the shoulders, making me lie down on the bed. Once I'm lying down, he covers me with a white blanket that smells like him.

It wasn't like it was the first time I slept in his room. I sleep in his room more than I sleep in mine, to be honest.

My relationship with Chishiya is confusing. We have affection for each other, an affection that is more than just friendly. I know he likes me; he just doesn't know it yet.

But I can feel the love overflowing when he cares about me and when he takes care of me. Exactly like he is doing now.

I can feel the love overflowing the moment that, when I arrive at the beach after yet another cruel game, I feel his arms around my body in a brief but very meaningful hug.

And finally, I can feel the love overflowing when he lets me sleep in his room. Even though he has never slept next to me, because even if I wanted to, I wouldn't dare ask him to sleep with me, I know that he feels something for me.

Maybe because of the drink, or maybe just because I want to, but all I know is that before I can think about my words, they escape my mouth.

"Stay with me?"

He, who was already turning to leave the room, turns back and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Please, say yes.

Without saying anything, he just takes off his sneakers and lies down silently next to me.

We lay there, just staring at the ceiling for a few minutes.

The drink really gave me more courage, because the only thing I know now is that I turned onto my side and laid my head on Chishiya's chest.

I feel his whole body tense, and for a moment I fear I’ve done something wrong.

But, in the next second, his body relaxes, and he brings his right hand up, lightly stroking my head.

My eyes feel increasingly heavy, and I can feel myself drifting into a light, dreamless sleep.

Even though, the next morning, when I wake up with a dull headache and a dry mouth, Chishiya is no longer by my side, I notice that the furniture next to the bed now contains a glass of water and headache medicine. 

[danniburgh]

The Unconciousness Aftermath (Frankie Morales x OFC) part 10

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x OFC!Belle Morales

Summary: After a car accident that left his body in a pause for two years, Frankie wakes up to learn the world kept moving while he was sleeping. And that he might’ve lost everything.

Word count: +4.1k

Warnings: slight mentions of addiction and 1 crying Benny, lots of feels uwu

A/N: oh god OH GOD this is the end you GUYS first lemme tell you that im so thankful for each person who has read this, im so happy that i got to the end of a fic that i started when i was in a real low point of my year but ended happy and feeling content also i wanna thank some frends who helped me get through some very rough patches of doubts and self-consciousness and who hyped me up when i most needed, @wordsnwhiskey, @ezrasbirdie and @starlightmornings ily guys also thanks to my bf @wordsthatmymouthsays who actually helped me get the first, rough, main idea for this fic and that even tho shes not in the fandom, she always listens to me ramble about what i write, te amo dude

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Frankie stepped out to the porch, the gentle wind that ran around the huge pine trees clashed against the skin of his face and made him shiver slightly; his hand on the cane that had been helping him walk for the last few months gripped the handle tighter as he walked slowly towards the porch swing, the wooden floor creaked under his feet with each heavy step he gave as the loud sound of Renata’s laugh and a few small barks filled his ears.

“Daddy!” the girl screamed at him as he sat down, the sight of his daughter in a wool knitted sweater with her tan cheeks flushed and her hair wildened by the wind made Frankie smile, he waved at her, “come play with us!” she all but demanded.

The small puppy nibbled at Reni’s shoe laces as she waited for her father’s reply.

“Maybe later, baby.” he leaned back on the swing, that swayed slowly with his weight, Reni rolled her little eyes at him, Frankie chuckled at the action as she turned around and ran towards the treeline.

“C’mon, Sally!” Reni called the puppy.

“Don’t go far!” Frankie called out to her, receiving a wave of her small hand, Frankie huffed at himself as the girl leaned to take a small branch and tossed it for the puppy to catch it, running along with the animal. He watched her for a couple of minutes before his eyes fell down to his lap, and the cane that rested in between his legs.

The air of the woods around the cabin smelled like wet grass and he was sure there was a word for that, but it couldn’t make its way to Frankie’s head.

There he was, sitting on the porch of a small cabin in the middle of the woods with the sound of the wind softly caressing the tall branches of the trees; his daughter’s laughter as she ran around happily and the gentle clacking of pots and cups in the small kitchen inside.

It felt good despite the gentle cheek-pinching cold, it felt nice finally being outside; it made him feel like everything had settled finally, that after over a year of having woken up he was finally nothing more but himself.

___

“I wanna talk about the accident.” Belle whispered from his chest, where she had found herself a nice, warm pillow to rest on, as Frankie played with her fingers on his lips.

“I don’t ‘remember a lot–of it.” Frankie replied, making her sigh.

“Your mom said we were goi–” the sound of her phone ringing interrupted her words, Belle huffed in what he heard as frustration and they both ignored it in silence, “she said,” she continued when the ringing stopped, turning to face him, “we were going on a trip.”

Frankie nodded slightly, but before he could reply with words the phone rang again.

“Ans’wer it.” he said, Belle groaned and shifted away from him, Frankie immediately missed her weight on him as he saw her stand up, take her bag and pull out her phone out.

“Is Benny.” she said with a frown, Frankie shrugged at her, she sat back on the bed next to him, and without him asking, Belle wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing him to her side.

As she took the call next to him, Frankie turned slowly to her and smelled her, almost by instinct. Inhaling her and taking in her scent like he hadn’t had time before; she was finally there, next to him, touching him and Frankie felt like despite the time and everything that had happened, something in her touched him like she had always done it; he wanted to bathe himself in her smell, her perfume, the smell of her shampoo reached his nose and everything mixed intoxicated him.

He never told her that his addiction had changed from drugs to her scent, and he hoped she never found out, as he had already had enough withdrawal; and as she turned to look at him with his nose buried on her shoulder, Frankie closed his eyes with a smile because her scent hadn’t changed at all.

“What are you doing?” she whispered with her phone in her other hand, Frankie opened his eyes looked up at her almost sheepishly, she was frowning down at him but her eyes looked both confused and amused.

“Noth’ing.” Frankie muttered, making her chuckle.

“Benny wants to talk to you.” she whispered, showing him the phone with the microphone button turned off, he turned to her with a questioning gaze, his turn to frown down.

“Why?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Belle shrugged, she waited for him to say something, holding the phone like they both had all the time in the world, Frankie turned to look at the device and saw Benny’s name as the caller, as well as a picture of him with Renata as a background for the call, both of them smiling under the call button options. He looked at Belle, whose olive eyes were patiently waiting for his response. He nodded slightly, and Belle gave him a soft smile as she turned the microphone on as well as the speaker, “hey, Ben.”

“Is Frankie there?” the younger man’s voice was heard from the phone, Frankie noticed the depth in it and felt a small tug in his chest, he had actually missed the boy.

“I’m ‘here.” Frankie replied, Belle’s half hug tightened around his neck and he turned to look at her with a gentle frown.

“God, Fish,” Benny’s voice immediately broke on the other side, making Frankie’s older brother instincts turn on for the younger man, “bro, I’m so sorry.” he whispered.

“Ben,” Frankie called out, Belle moved the phone closer to him, “it’s not–your place to a’pologize.” she looked at him as Benny’s voice struggled to come out on the other side of the line.

Frankie saw something in her eyes that didn’t have a name yet, but felt so familiar that it warmed his chest with all the love he had for her.

“I didn’t do anything, man,” Benny let out, sniffing, Frankie’s lips curved in a saddened smile as he thought of him; Benjamin Miller was one of the softest people he had met, he was so young when he had gotten into the army because he wanted to follow the steps of his older brother and he had been thrown into a rough training without even knowing too much of the world itself. Frankie had been there to see him thrive, to see him become a better soldier and in a twisted turn of events from life, a better person. Frankie had seen how the scrawny boy Benny was, became big and strong with a heart of pure, heavy gold. He was one of the most strange cases of men who are softened by the war, of men who become the best versions of themselves, and for that he was proud. “I saw it all happen and I–”

“Ben,” Frankie called him again, interrupting him, “Benny, I ‘get–it,” he shrugged, while Belle shifted again next to him until her head rested on his shoulder. “if I–had a brother I–would’ve shut up, too.” Benny huffed a wet laugh that made Frankie smile.

“It was a fucking mess, Fish,” he said, sniffing again, “Will messed all of us up, mom and dad haven’t talked to him in years,” his deep voice broke again and Frankie turned to look at Belle, as if to confirm, she nodded slightly, “I’m really sorry.”

“I–know, Benny,” Frankie muttered, “I’ve–been told he did a’lot of fuck’ed up shit.” he tried to tease, Benny huffed again.

“Yeah, no shit,” Frankie heard the younger man let out a heavy sigh, and he breathed in deeply, “he was selfish, Frankie, and he reminded me a lot of Tom when…” Benny stumbled on his own words and Frankie immediately got what he was trying to say.

“He–got ‘greedy.”

“He lost his fucking mind,” Benny muttered, making Frankie’s chest tighten, “and I know he kept things from Belle too, I just don’t know how many.”

“Enough,” Belle replied, almost startling Frankie, she had turned her head to hide her face on his shoulder before chiming into the conversation, “Frankie has been telling me a lot of stories Benny,” she told him, “and I think you have to tell me some others too.”

“I would like that,” Benny replied, clearing his throat, “if Fish is okay with that, I mean.”

Frankie let out a chuckle at the words of his little brother. –in arms or not, that’s what he had always considered Benny to be–

“Shut’up, Benny.” Frankie teased. Making the younger man laugh.

“Yes’sir,” he replied, and the image of him saluting him with his big hand on his forehead and standing all straight even when he was taller and bigger made Frankie smile, “eh, so, just so you know,” Benny let out a sigh again, “Will’s skipping town.”

“What?” Belle said, a little too fast for Frankie’s liking, he turned to her and she looked more shocked than worried, and that settled his feelings down.

“He said some shit about going to Alaska,” he said, and Frankie frowned as Belle tried to find his eyes, “I’m not sure, he just said he was leaving.”

“Benny, I’m sorry.” Belle let out in her soft voice, she sat up on the bed as they spoke of Benny’s feelings on his brother leaving and his wife tried to reassure him that he would see him again, to Frankie it was like Belle and Benny had become better friends after the accident and that made his chest swell with love.

As Belle kept talking to Benny about some things Will still needed to take and Renata, Frankie’s eyes landed back on the wooden box on his lap, with his free hand he brought the box closer to him and started going through some of the stuff inside; some more pictures, his old dog tags, a set of keys and at the bottom of the box, Belle’s engagement ring.

Frankie took it, it looked rather small in between his index and thumb; it still shone with the artificial lights of the hospital room, the small diamond –the fanciest thing he could’ve gotten her at the time– still screamed her name to him, and he smiled at the small thing.

“You still–have ‘this,” he said once Belle hung up the phone, showing him the ring to her, Belle hummed in affirmation, returning her head to his shoulder, “why?”

“Well,” Belle whispered, settling her hand on his chest, “it felt wrong to just toss it away, for some reason,” she shrugged, Frankie leaned his head against hers as they both admired the small diamond, “I still have my mom’s, too.”

“Does it–still fit?” Frankie asked, taking the hand that rested on his chest.

“Why don’t you figure it out?” she murmured, Frankie snorted, “what?” she said with a smile.

“Are–you ‘teasing?” he joked, making her laugh.

“No!” Belle replied, sliding her hand from his and swatting his chest ever so gently, “dirty!”

“I ‘think–you are.” Frankie teased again, making her hide her face in his shoulder as she laughed.

“I’m not!” her voice was muffled by his hospital gown and his skin and Frankie took her hand again.

“I’ll ‘give–you ano’ther chance at’a lie,” Frankie muttered as he slid the ring down her finger, Belle turned to look at her hand as he folded her fingers gently, “still–fits.”

“It’s really pretty.” she whispered, wrapping her hand around his.

The small rock glistened as she moved their hands around and Frankie turned slowly to look at her, her olive eyes glued to the small stone, a soft, tight-lipped smile that looked almost absentminded adorned her face and a million different words erupted from his belly up to his mouth just to tell her how beautiful she was.

He wanted to commit to memory that moment; her lying next to him, the weight of her body on his as she all but cuddled him, her scent traveling endlessly up his nostrils, he wanted to never forget that moment, in case he needed to remind her again of who he was.

Belle’s eyes were closing on her own, his hands on her felt big and warm and she liked the feeling as he touched her gently, like she was made of marble and he didn’t want to stain her; she liked being there, close to him, she liked the way her body seemingly knew how to touch him, how to be near him, she liked the way he smelled, like neutral soap and coconut oil and some generic detergent and himself, something musky and dark and woody that clung to his scent even when he hadn’t left the hospital in over two years.

She was in awe of what her body knew but her mind didn’t, it was like every fiber of her but her temporal lobe –and the other parts of the brain her neurologist told her were damaged but never really got their names– knew him and recognized him and loved him.

And feeling it in her gut, feeling the love as her body told her she had it; in the rising of her skin and the hair of her arms at the contact of his always warm hands, in the fluttering inside her stomach at the sound of his raspy, broken voice, in the warmth that creeped to her face at the contact with his eyes and the everlasting dark brown of his gaze, just confirmed her she had never stopped loving him, confirmed that her love for him wasn’t really in her brain, but in her entire body.

“You wanna get married again?” Belle’s voice came out small, like a whisper into the wind, but it made Frankie gasp loudly.

“What?” he replied with a frown, Belle smiled at him, sitting up once more to look at him directly, nodding.

“I mean…” she tried to find the words within herself to explain what she wanted him to understand, “we’re still married, right?” Frankie nodded, “but what if we had another ceremony,” she told him, at which Frankie’s frown deepened, Belle scoffed at herself, “Frankie, I don’t really remember our wedding, as you might know,” she teased, making him snort, she reached into the box to take out a picture of them in their wedding and she made him hold it, “give me a perfect day to remember.”

“Belle,” Frankie’s soft voice clashed against her cheek, “why?”

She looked at him, her eyes trying so hard to read his expression, but something told her it had always been hard because of how he was, her smile only grew as she reached to cup his face.

“You’re my husband,” she replied with a slight shrug, “and I don’t think I’ll ever remember what I’ve lost,” Frankie’s mouth opened, as if he was about to argue, she put a finger on his lips, to shut him up, “and I think we need to make peace with that,” Frankie leaned onto her hand, nodding ever so slightly, “and I really feel like I belong here, you know? here next to you.”

“You–do, bonita,” Frankie whispered, making Belle widen her smile, “fuck.”

“What?” she whispered.

“I ‘really wanna ‘kiss–you.” he replied, Belle let out a gentle laugh, cupping his face with both hands and closing the distance between them.

Frankie’s lips tasted like mint and apple juice and something forest-ey, but they were softer than she had imagined, they were warmer than she had expected, they were plushier than they looked and she loved the feeling of them against her mouth.

He was only pressing his mouth against hers, nothing else, and as her hands scratched softly his patchy beard, she opened her mouth softly to take more of him.

She liked him, she loved him, and behind her lids she saw colorful lights as Frankie’s hand reached for her waist and gripped her closer and kissed her back; their lips moved in synchrony and she was so glad her body knew him already, and she wondered if she had seen the same colorful sparks the first time she had ever kissed him.

Belle had slowly accepted that her memories would be lost forever, she was still angry, she still cried about it to whoever would really listen, but she was sure in her heart that she still was in the place she was before.

She still had her dad, whose unconditional love helped her through most of her breakdowns and would never leave her alone if she ever needed him, who had told her who she was even before she was ready to listen, and who she was sure would be thrilled to know she was back with Frankie, as he always vouched for the man; she still had her mother-in-law, who reluctantly had stayed in her life to help her balance being a mother and being herself despite the confusion and the pain, and she had recovered her husband, the man that knew her the most, the sole person in the entire world that would and could help her re-construct herself piece by piece and wouldn’t be mad if she came our just a little different than she was before.

Because –and Belle trusted the thought– he loved her, he loved who she was in all her shame or glory, she loved her body and her mind and her soul and everything in between and not the idea of her as Will had done, Francisco loved her entirely and she loved him too.

Frankie broke the kiss when his lungs burned for air, and Belle placed a hand on his chest to help him breathe.

“I’m ‘rusty.” he said in short gasps, making Belle smile at him as she licked her lips.

“You’ll get there,” she said, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek, “it felt familiar.” she whispered.

“What–did?”

“The kiss,” Belle replied, circling her hand soothingly over Frankie’s chest, “felt like I’ve never stopped kissing you.”

___

The swing swayed again and brought Frankie back to the present, he turned to his side and saw Belle settling next to him with two steamy mugs on each hand.

“Hello again,” she smiled at him, handing him one of the mugs, Frankie took it with both hands, cherishing the heat that started to warm his hands, “were you went?” she asked, scooting closer to him.

“Places.” he replied. Belle scoffed, leaning to rest her head on his shoulder as the sounds of a still energetic Reni caught their attention.

Frankie gave a sip from his mug and the warmth of chamomile and honey slid inside and down his belly, making him feel better even when he didn’t feel bad.

He breathed the smell of the tea mixed with Belle’s shampoo and the pine trees around them and he was sure that was the smell of home, and he wanted to smell that and feel like that for the rest of his life.

Reni’s cackles made his hear swell as Belle’s body next to her made him feel like there wasn’t anything else he wanted in his life, and he was grateful –to whom or what, he didn’t know– that despite all the pain they had gone through, the deception, disappointment and heartbreak, it all had worked out somehow.

His mother had called it fate, and Renzo had called it pure love. Frankie didn’t have an answer.

Belle looked at Renata run around with Sally and smiled to herself, the girl was so grown it was almost too much to keep up, but she loved her with her entire life.

Her body sent shivers down her spine when Frankie’s hand landed on her thigh and she bit her lip; she hadn’t gotten used yet to react that much to his touch, and maybe she never would, but she loved to feel him so close to him and loved the way he couldn’t just not have a hand on any part of her.

She felt content, she felt happy, she felt full with the two most important people of her life with her; and as the thought that maybe she didn’t need anything more in her life, a need she had shoved deep within her body resurfaced by itself and bubbled to her chest as she saw Renata sit on the grass and hug her puppy.

“Let’s have another baby.” she whispered.

Frankie, who was peacefully taking a sip from his tea, spit it back into the mug with a cough. Belle covered her mouth and sat straight, laughing in shock as he leaned forward and hit his chest with his fist.

“What?” Frankie turned to look at her with glassy eyes and a frown, Belle dropped her hand to her lap as tried to stop laughing, “Isabelle.”

“Sorry, baby,” she cleared her throat, reaching to soothe his back, “I was thinking out loud.”

“You want another baby?” Frankie asked with a bewildered tone, Belle bit her lip and nodded a few times, “oh, c’mon.”

“Frankie!” Belle let out with a small drawl that had re-learned Frankie got weak on the knees when he heard it, “I don’t remember giving birth to Reni,” she said with a shrug, “and maybe we can give her a little sibling? look at her, she plays with that dog like it’s a little girl.”

The two of them turned to look at Renata, barely five years old, talking to an attentive Sally that sat on her lap, Belle turned to Frankie, trying to put on her best puppy eyes.

“Bonita, I can barely walk,” he muttered, “I don’t th–”

“In a year you’ll be good as new, baby.” Belle noticed the way he wasn’t looking into her eyes, and smiled to herself.

“Let’s think about it,” Frankie replied, trying to appear serious as he took a sip of his tea, “your husband is old.”

“True.” Belle teased.

“Hey!” Frankie turned to her with a feigned frown.

“Your words!”

“Hello again,” Renata greeted the both of them as she and her puppy walked up the porch stairs. “I want tea too.”

“I left it in the kitchen, nena.” Belle told her as Reni clumsily cleaned the mud of her shoes with the last step of the stairs.

“Grazie, mommy.” Reni replied, rushing into the cabin with the dog tailing her small frame.

“Grazie…” Frankie’s surprised gasp made Belle smile, “she’s gonna be a polyglot.”

“She already is.” Belle replied with a proud shrug.

The sun had started to set and the sky over them darkened slowly, giving the cabin a golden glow as the porch light turned on because of its timer, Belle turned to look at Frankie, whose brown eyes were staring at something beyond the treeline. Belle didn’t want to interrupt him, as she knew that sometimes, being the bearer of hers and his own memories tired him, and his body, that was still recovering, made him silent for moments that stretched to hours.

“Did I ever tell you where we were going?” he muttered out, the temperature started dropping as the night was spreading and his warm breath formed a barely perceptive cloud of steam. Belle frowned in confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asked as Reni walked out of the cabin slowly holding her tea with both hands and sat on a small garden chair next to them.

“All that time ago when we had the accident.” he clarified.

“No,” Belle replied, looking that Reni didn’t burn her mouth as she sipped from her mug, “you didn’t.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Frankie said, turning to look at her as Reni’s dog went back inside the cabin, “we were in a rough spot, I still had a lot in my mind even after a year of what happened in Colombia,” he said, dropping his eyes to her hands, Belle reached for him and he laced his fingers with hers, “I promised something, to…” he narrowed his eyes and sighed, “to make you feel special,” Belle smiled at him, bringing his hand to her lips and kissing it I love you, fool, “we never arrived and I never got to tell you.”

Belle saw something shift in his eyes, it arrived as fast as it left but it was there, and she hated to think that he felt any guilt –even if it was just an apex– for what happened to them, she had made sure that he knew it was no one fault, that sometimes, life was a bitch.

“And where were we going?” Belle asked him. Frankie smiled softly at her, gripping the hold on her hand, his eyes softened for her and she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Here.”

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