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ariascoven · 4 months ago

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⟡ INSOMNIA PILLS

PAIRING : agatha harkness x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : established relationship, agatha is reader’s wife. gender neutral reader. pure fluff. whiny agatha.

WORD COUNT : 732

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You were sleeping peacefully, having the same nonsense dreams as always — for some reason, the Gods above decided that you would never have a coherent dream in your life. That is, until Agatha’s shuffling and groaning awakened you. You squinted your eyes and looked out the window, groaning when you saw nothing but pure darkness, the stars sparkling faintly. You turned your head to glance at the bedside clock, marking 2am. Agatha let out an annoyed grunt that almost made her sound like a spoiled child rather than a powerful, centuries old witch. You sat up slowly, rubbing your dizzy head. “Is something wrong, my love?” You were still half asleep, the simple task of speaking becoming a nightmare as your words slurred out in an almost incoherent blabber. Your wife turned around to face you, a childish pout lingering on her lips and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “Can't sleep, honey?” She nodded, her expression softening slightly at the concern and affection in your voice. “Come here.”

You shuffled in bed, sitting against the headboard and getting comfortable, arms opening wide in invitation and leaving no room for an answer. Agatha accepted the offer without a second thought, snuggling against you like you're her own personal pillow — not that it wasn't true. Her arms snaked around you to keep you close as she laid her head on your chest, her dark hair tickling your neck. She whined, making you giggle. “What?” She said grumpily, moving her head to glance up at you, that adorable pout still on her lips. You couldn't resist the temptation, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. You felt the annoyance slipping away from her body with a contented sigh the second your lips touched. You pulled back to look into her eyes, causing her to smile. You gently made her lay back down on your chest, your fingers combing through her thick hair softly as you hummed a calming tune, watching as she closed her eyes. Your lips joined the fingers that were tangled in her hair, peppering the top of her head with kisses, your free hand rubbing her arms soothingly.

Feeling your lover’s heartbeat, you smiled as she snuggled even closer to you, seeking the affection and comfort that only you could provide. Your legs were entangled with hers and you noticed her feet were cold — stubborn the way that she is, Agatha refused to put on socks before bed, even though you practically begged her to, saying the air was getting cold and you didn't want her to get sick. ‘I’m a witch, I’ll be fine. Agatha Harkness doesn't need socks,’ she claimed. The woman drove you crazy with her tantrums, but you loved her dearly. And she loved you, too. You knew it. And so did everyone that spent 5 minutes watching the way she treated you and acted around you. Her caring and affectionate side was reserved to you only, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like that. Even though you often had to reprimand her like a toddler when she acted up in public by starting an argument with a stranger or giving weird looks to random people on the street, your heart grew oddly warm knowing you were the only person that she would actually listen to. Sharon Davis — also known as Mrs. Hart, the name Agatha refused to stop calling her — told the witch to ‘stop staring, it's rude!’ once, which ended up in Agatha ruining the poor lady’s garden. Of course, you made her fix it.

“I love you.” Agatha muttered groggily before drifting off to sleep on top of you. You don't know exactly how much time you spent just admiring your sleeping wife’s features that night, giggling at the way she looked grumpy even as she snored peacefully. You waited to make sure that Agatha was in a deep sleep and there were no risks of accidentally waking her up and unleashing a tired, angry beast before reaching your arm out to turn off the lamp you don't even remember turning on. Probably did that when you were still half asleep, you think, shrugging it off. You found a bit of difficulty to lay back down with the weight of Agatha’s body on top of you, but you managed. You hugged her tightly before whispering in her ear. “Thank you for being mine.”

#written for aria’s coven ♡#agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness x reader #marvel x reader #kathryn hahn x reader #marvel #agatha all along #wandavision #wlw fanfic #gn reader

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xan-izme · 2 years ago

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Dubble life (ACTSV x reader x Batfam) 2

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: Reader struggles to get used to their new life in Gotham. Worrying constantly about her family in New York. A rise of tension rises between readers father figure Aaron and her real father Bruce.

After the dinner, you got yourself ready for bed. The old boombox player you had was playing soft music in the background.

You turned the lights off, slipped into bed and stared at absolutely nothing. Even with the soft music playing, you were just itching to break into your suit and jump from building to building. You were missing your life as Spider-Woman. You missed your aunt and uncles. You missed your cousin. He was literally your twin.

You practically bawled your eyes out while saying goodbye to him. Suddenly, your train of thought was broken when you heard a ringing sound. You sat you and grabbed your phone, for some reason, hoping that it was your mother calling, telling you she was going to be home late tonight.

It wasn't your mother, of course, it was Miles, your cousin. You happily accepted the call. "Miles! oh my God, I missed you!" You could hear the boy chuckle on the other side of the phone.

"We saw each other this morning."

You pout and groan "I know! but it feels like it's been days." You knew you were acting like a toddler, but don't you deserve to act like this? After the nights filled with crime, days filled with unwanted drama.

You and Miles stayed on the phone. Not much talking involved. Talking was too much to do, knowing that they couldn't say the usual 'See you tomorrow' or Miles reminding you to be safe on your little outings. You did end up crying at one point, which caused Miles to tear up, but you don't know that, and he would like to keep it that way.

The next few weeks went by in a blink of an eye, dinner most of the times ended up just being you and Alfred, which you understand, knowing Bruce is busy, and Damian doesn't really like you. Tim would join you for lunch at times. You soon found out Tim was a geek. Which made you talk and ramble off about your plans for the future. Besides from that, you were mostly alone in the house.

Now it was your first day of school, your uncle Aaron offered to drive you for your first day. You asked Bruce for permission first of course.

Bruce at first wanted to say no, but when he pondered about it. It would be good for you to be with someone you knew better to be with you on your first day.

But Bruce looked into Aron. The man was trouble, used to be involved in lots of bad people back in the day. Just to be safe, Bruce decided to tag along. This would also help Bruce get closer to you, get to know the real you.

Putting aside the formalities and the instant obedience you give him.

The doorbell rang, Alfred opened the door and see Aaron standing with a blank expression, one matching Alfreds. "Ah, Mister Davies. Lady Y/n is curently getting ready. Please follow me."

Without any words, Aaron follows Alfred to a room. Thats where he meets Bruce.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Davies." Bruce puts a smile on his face and extended his hand to greet. Aaron smiled a little and shook his hand

"Same here. And Aaron is fine."

The two men sat down and began to talk. It was normal, but only for a small amount of time. The tension in the room began to rise when Aaron's past was brought up.

". . . I admit. I went down the wrong path when I was younger. But I grew out of that mess. But if this is about Y/n, then I guaranty you she is nothing like me. She's a good girl."

"I know she is. I'm not suggesting anything Ill towards my daughter."

Aaron chuckled "Daughter? Don't take this personally. But she ain't your daughter. Not till she says so."

Before any real argument could be made, you came busting in the room. "Uncle Aaron!"

"Baby girl!" Aron at up and opened his arms for a hug.

You ran into the man's arms. Giggling as Aaron gave your head a kiss.

"Look at you. In your little uniform."

You smiled more and twirled around for Aaron to see the whole fit better. "You like it?"

"I love it."

The car ride was a little awkward, but at least it wasn't fully awkward.

Aaron gave you some money and a few good luck kisses and I love You's from Rio. You gave Bruce a hug goodbye.

It's been almost a month since Spider-woman was last seen. Tim did take an interest in this Spider-woman and was going to offer her to join the Young Justice League. You were just one person looking after New York all on your own, with no help. It was very impressive.

But now Spider-Woman was just nowhere to be seen. She has just gone MIA. Now the Prowler was taking care of the city. The media has gone crazy after the disappearance of Spider-woman.

'WHERE IS SPIDER-WOMAN?'

'SPIDER-WOMAN ON THE RUN?'

What did catch Tim's attention was the last time Spider-Woman was seen was the day Y/n's mother died. A lot of people were hurt that day Only one dead, which was your mother. Tim has come to a small theory that the death of your mother is connected to the disappearance of Spider-woman.

It's been a full week since you started school, the first day, teachers were really nice to you. They already knew about your mother, which had them pity you. And Bruce being your father made them extra nice. You already didn't like the kids. Seeing them as fake. Because they were. Those smiling faces, those empty words.

You knew them all too well. You do the same, fake knows fake, guess that's what you could call it. Damian was of course no help. Ignoring you as much as he could. Which you didn't actually care.

Why would you care for someone who clearly don't care for you? No need to waste any energy on him. You did take interest in a few clubs. You did need to pick one that you didn't have to attend all the time. One that didn't need too much of your attention. So, you picked the art club.

You saw how much kids were in there, with those number of kids, no one expects you to get to know them all, nor make friends with them all. There are also very talented kids in the club, and the art they do isn't your style, so you're not the best. Which was in a way, good to keep cover.

Right now, you were at the manor. Your uncle dropped off the extra books you left at his place. half of your room looked a section in a library. You knew there was a library in the manor. But they weren't your books. Even if Bruce insists that most of the things in the manor was also yours, that's not how you saw it.

The things you brought from New York was yours, the cloths, books, pictures. You just felt like a guest. Nothing else.

You were curently in your room, listening to a playlist Miles made for you. You were just finishing up your homework when you heard a knock on your door.

"Y/n? It's me, Bruce." The voice on the other side of the door spoke. "Come in!" You say, just loud enough for him to hear.

Bruce enters the room, when he sees you, a small smile graces his lips. You gave him an awkward smile as you wait for what he needed to tell you.

"My schedule is cleared out today. I was wondering if you wanted to go out shopping with me." Bruce was taking a look around your room. Looking at the items you kept on shelves, pictures. Trying to know what you would like, so he could buy something for you that was more of your style.

"And me!" Suddenly Dick popped out of the door with a bright smile on his face. "Nice room." Drick mumbled as he went near your bookshelf. Seeing what books, you were into.

"Ah. . . I would love to, sir- Bruce. But I don't got much on me." You had your own card, you had about 300 or 500 in. But you don't use it unless you're out and really need something to eat. On top of that, you kind of have a spending problem you need to control.

"No need to worry about that." Bruce pulled out his card "It's all on me."

You had no choice but to go with them. You sat in the back seat. Dick in the passenger seat while Bruce was driving. "How's school? make any friends?" Dick spoke up, turning down the volume of the radio. "Oh, it's alright. Me a few kids, they were pretty nice."

The car pulled up to a store. You walked in with the two men and started looking around. You saw plushies that looked really cute. "Can I get these?" You pointed at the plushies and looked up to Bruce for permision.

"Of course." Dick grabbed the plushies and you all started to get more things. Clothes, shoes. You were pretty satisfied with what you had. Bruce purchased what you had picked out, along with a few dresses Dick picked out for you.

Bruce was able to talk to you more. He knows that you like a lot of music genres, you seem to have a deep bond with your cousin Miles and your uncle Aaron. You speak highly of Miles, like he was a sun in the sky to praise.

Bruce was still hooked up on what Aaron had said. Bruce knows that he can't fix the sixteen years he missed in your life, but he wants to try and be there for you now. Try to break down that fake smile of yours.

What? You think he didn't notice.?

Bruce knows what pain looks like. And he can see it all over you. In your actions, your words. In your voice. Whatever makes you cry, whatever fears you have. Bruce will make them all go away. And he is determined to earn the title as your father. For you to finally call him by that title.

Because he's your father. And that's what fathers do.

#miles morales #atsv x reader #gwen spiderverse #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #miguel o'hara #batfam x reader #batfam x batsis #damian wayne #dick grayson #mental health #tim drake #aaron davis #x daughter!reader

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monkee-mobile · 2 months ago

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why is he eating pine needles???

mama’s distracted trying to chop down a tree and this is what happens

#the monkees #davy jones #why is he so toddler??#he puts so much in his mouth! davy!#sweetie spit it out!#he has no thoughts behind those eyes… my god #brain says ‘more pine needle in mouth’#again like with the playing on the beach did he just do that or did someone tell him to??

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lightdancingwords · 21 days ago

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Second Chances - Part Five of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in a grocery store brings a second chance for you and for Beau. The only thing standing in your way are your respective pasts... and a tiny little roadblock.

Word Count: 2,308

Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, body insecurity/low body esteem

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! I couldn't resist--I gotta have me some Beau while writing Dean! This is a brand new story of Beau and female reader!

IMPORTANT NOTE: The sex scene takes place in the same room as a sleeping toddler, but does not involve the toddler. Some people are bothered by this, some aren’t. If this bothers you, please skip!

Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Five: The First Time

The last streaks of sunset were fading behind the mountains as Beau stood at his stove, stirring a pot of green beans with one hand and sipping a cold beer with the other. His trailer, parked on a few acres of land just outside Big Sky, was quiet, save for the soft hum of Miles Davis spinning on his old record player. This was his kind of evening—a home-cooked meal, good music, and no one around for miles.

Tonight, though, wasn’t just for him.

The knock on the door made him smile. He wiped his hands on a dishtowel and crossed the trailer in a couple of steps, pulling open the door to find Y/N standing there, Eliza balanced on her hip and a folded pack-and-play tucked under one arm.

“Hey,” she said, a little breathless, her cheeks pink from the cold. “Sorry for the late entrance—and the extra guest. My babysitter canceled.”

Beau grinned, stepping aside to let them in. “You know you don’t have to apologize. You two are always welcome here.”

As she ducked into the warmth of the trailer, Eliza let out a happy squeal, waving her tiny fists. Beau reached out instinctively, tickling her under her chin. “Hey there, little wolf-child. You ready for dinner?”

Eliza’s giggles filled the small space, and Beau felt his chest tighten. He wasn’t the kind of guy who got mushy over kids, but there was something about this one—maybe the way she looked at him like he hung the moon, or the way her mom’s eyes softened every time he made her laugh.

“You can set up the pack-and-play in my room,” he said, gesturing down the narrow hall. “She’ll sleep better back there.”

“You’re sure?” Y/N asked, hesitating.

“Of course,” Beau replied, his voice steady. “It’s quieter, and I’m not about to let her miss out on a good night’s rest.”

Y/N nodded, giving him a grateful smile before disappearing down the hall. Beau watched her go, then turned back to the stove, giving the green beans a final stir before pulling the chicken out of the oven. The aroma filled the trailer, mingling with the faint pine scent that always seemed to linger from the woods outside.

When Y/N returned, they settled at the small table he’d set with mismatched plates and a flickering candle he’d dug out of a drawer. “Figured I’d fancy things up a little,” he joked as he poured her a glass of wine.

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” she said, her eyes scanning the spread.

“It’s not trouble,” Beau said, his voice soft. “I wanted to.”

“How do you do that?” Y/N asked, leaning forward, resting her chin in her palm.

“Do what, darlin’?” he asked, intrigued and puzzled.

“Make me feel like I’m the only one in the universe,” Y/N clarified.

He reached over to cover her hand with his, his hand large and warm. “Because right now, darlin’, ya are.”

Y/N’s expression softened. “You’re very good at that.”

“I don’t beat around the bush, darlin’,” he said simply. “I’m not gonna lie or say pretty things to get into your pants.”

Playfully, she asked, “Does that mean you don’t want to sleep with me?”

His breath hitched. God, this woman had no idea the effect she had on him. “I do, darlin’.”

“Then…” He could almost see her gathering her nerves. “It’s a good thing I brought an overnight bag. I-if that wasn’t presumptuous of me.”

Beau squeezed her hand, his heart in his eyes. “Not presumptuous of you at all,” he confessed. “But are you sure? Darlin’, you asked for us to slow down and I will. You say the word.”

“I’m sure,” she murmured. She turned her hand over, her slender fingers caressing his hand. “You’re a hard man to resist. The way you are with Eliza alone…” Emotion flooded her expression. “God, Beau, you have no idea what that does to me.”

“Tell me,” he asked quietly.

“Remember what you said at the park? That she could be yours?” It’d made her heart skip a beat at the thought of him being Eliza’s father.

“Yeah,” he said, adjusting the way they held each other��s hands by intertwining their fingers. “I meant it.”

“I know you do. You’re such a gentle man, Beau. And sincere.” It’d stolen her breath away, the way he behaved. She sensed no deception and Eliza never warmed up to Y/N’s other dates the way she had with Beau.

“At the risk of repeatin’ myself, I don’t do lies, darlin’. Waste of energy and I don’t do datin’ for the sake of sex,” he said honestly. “And your little Eliza? She’s just a bonus I never expected. I love her like she’s my own.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart swelling with adoration. How could she resist such a man? “I know,” she said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “And my God, Beau… I’ve never been treated like this before.”

His brow furrowed. He didn’t like hearing that, hearing that others had mistreated her for their selfishness. “I ain’t ever going to mistreat you, darlin’. I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep, but I’ll do my damnedest to not break this one.”

“I should send your mother flowers,” Y/N said with a tremulous smile.

Beau smiled, amused. “Why?”

“Because she clearly did a great job with you if you’re treating women this well,” she said with a soft chuckle.

He grinned. “My mama would be happy to hear that, darlin’.” His expression gentled and he leaned closer to her, so close he could feel her breath on his face. “But it’s all you. May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and he kissed her, soft and slow, with the promise of passion simmering underneath. She returned it with equal fervor, feeling his presence slide through all the cracks in her walls.

When they finally broke the kiss, he knew he wanted her. He wouldn’t pressure her, he’d respect any rejection, but by God, he wanted her.

They ate slowly, talking about everything and nothing. Y/N told him about her week—work struggles, Eliza’s latest milestones—and Beau listened, genuinely interested. When she laughed at his stories about living alone in the middle of nowhere, he felt a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.

After dinner, he insisted on cleaning up, waving her off when she offered to help. “I’ve got this,” he said. “You go check on Eliza.”

She gave him a grateful look before disappearing down the hall. Beau worked quickly, his hands moving on autopilot as he scrubbed plates and wiped down the counter. He’d lived alone long enough to appreciate the quiet, but tonight, the thought of her and Eliza here—of not being alone—made the silence feel less like a void and more like peace.

When Y/N returned, her eyes were softer, her shoulders relaxed. “She’s out like a light,” she said.

“Good,” Beau replied, drying his hands on the towel. He stepped closer, hesitant but drawn to the way she was looking at him now, like maybe he wasn’t just a friend or a neighbor.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She didn’t pull away. Her eyes flicked toward the hall where Eliza slept, then back to him. There was a moment—just a heartbeat—where he thought she might turn him down. But then she nodded, the smallest movement, and he took her hand in his.

“You don’t have to stay,” he said simply.

“I want to,” she murmured.

Beau’s hand reached out, brushing his hand across her cheek. “You’re safe here,” he said, the sincerity in his voice undeniable.

Y/N nodded, unable to resist the warmth that radiated from him. She let him lead her by the hand, his touch steady and sure, back to his bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving the rest of the night to unfold in its own time.

Beau led her gently to the bed, his hand warm and steady in hers. The soft creak of the mattress as he sat on the edge broke the silence, and he looked up at her, his expression open and inviting.

“You don’t have to do anythin’ you’re not ready for, darlin’,” he said softly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to settle the air around them.

Y/N hesitated, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She bit her lip, glancing at the door as if weighing her options. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she said finally, her voice quiet. “I just… it’s been a long time. And with Eliza—” She gestured toward the pack-and-play in the corner of the room. “I don’t know if this is right.”

Beau reached out, his fingers brushing hers. He didn’t pull or tug, just let his touch linger, giving her the choice to come closer. “It’s okay,” he said, his gaze steady. “I’m not in a rush.”

She sighed, her shoulders sagging as the tension eased just a fraction. “I feel… self-conscious,” she admitted. “I’m not the same as I used to be.”

Beau stood slowly, careful not to crowd her, and cupped her cheek with one hand. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, his touch feather light. “You’re more than enough,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Every stretch mark, every curve—it’s all part of who you are. And I’m not lookin' for anything else.”

Her breath hitched, and he saw the shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. “You mean that?”

He nodded, leaning in just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Every word.”

Y/N exhaled shakily and let him guide her hands to his chest. Her fingers splayed over his skin, feeling the roughness of his callouses and the warmth beneath. He covered her hands with his own, holding them there as if to say, You’re safe.

When she finally nodded, it was slight, almost imperceptible, but Beau caught it. He smiled gently and stepped back, giving her space to decide. She reached for the hem of her shirt, her movements slow and unsure, and paused when her skin was bare to the warm light of the room.

Beau’s eyes never wavered. He let them travel over her with unhurried appreciation, taking in every curve, every line, as if he were studying a masterpiece. “Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping closer again. His hands slid to her waist, his touch firm but tender, grounding her.

She looked up at him, her expression vulnerable. “I don’t know if I can—if I’ll be enough.”

“You’re everythin',” he replied simply, his words leaving no room for doubt.

He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was gentle at first, then deepened when she began to relax into him. Her hands moved hesitantly to his shoulders, then slid down his arms, her touch gaining confidence as his warmth enveloped her.

Beau took his time, guiding her to the bed with a patience that never wavered. He lowered her onto the quilt, his hands exploring with care, his lips tracing a path from her jaw to her collarbone, then lower still. When his fingers grazed the faint stretch marks along her stomach, he paused, pressing a kiss there as if to honor the life she’d carried.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice reverent.

Her breath caught, her body trembling beneath his touch. “Beau…” she began, her voice breaking. She started to pull away, the familiar pang of doubt resurfacing.

But he stopped, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “Look at me,” he said gently. “I’m not goin' anywhere, darlin’. This is about you, about us. There’s no rush, no pressure.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she let out a shaky laugh. “You’re too good at this, you know.”

“I’m just tellin’ the truth,” he replied, his lips curving into a soft smile.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, letting his hands roam her body with deliberate care. Each touch seemed to erase a layer of her insecurity, his steady presence grounding her in the moment. When she finally melted into him completely, it was as though every wall she’d built had crumbled, leaving only trust in its place.

As their bodies joined, it was slow and deliberate, every movement unspoken but understood. Beau held her as if she were the most fragile, precious thing he’d ever touched, his whispered words of encouragement and awe filling the space between them.

When they finally stilled, the room was quiet save for the sound of their breathing, the faint hum of the heater, and Eliza’s soft murmurs from the crib. Beau kissed her temple, pulling her into his arms as they lay tangled together.

“You okay?” he asked after a while, his voice soft.

Y/N nodded against his chest, her hand resting over his heart. “Better than okay,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

He smiled, pressing another kiss to her hair. “For what?”

“For being patient,” she said. “For seeing me.”

Beau tightened his arms around her, his own heart full. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Keep this up, Beauregard,” she murmured with soft teasing and a tender smile, “and you’ll get another round.”

Beau laughed, soft and low. “I ain’t gonna say no to that.”

Y/N lightly ran her hand over his chest, stirring him up. “You’re not like other men, are you?”

“I might be a rare species,” he quipped.

She chuckled. “You are,” she said, tilting her head to look up at him. There was frank sincerity in her eyes that had his heart skip a beat.

He was definitely well and truly falling in love with her. “So are you, darlin’.”

“Oh, that did it,” she said with a soft laugh, pulling him into another kiss.

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