#we stole the recipe from a church lady

[sparklehoard]

BEHOLD!!!! THE HONEY GLAZED CRUST PEACH PIE!!!!

[grantyort]

Prelude IV: Relight

Post-Surgery: DAY ONE

[Sean sits in the hospital bed, legs crossed, staring into space when he hears a familiar voice.]

Joey: Sean, Sean Diaz? Well damn. I never thought I’d see your sorry ass again!

Sean: Geez Joey. Is that how you talk to all your patients?

Joey: Just the ones I like.

[Sean chuckles]

Joey: C’mere big man.

[Joey gives Sean a big bear hug]

Sean: How’ve you been Joey?

Joey: Can’t complain. These days, they got me up in hospice care. You’re probably the first person I’ve seen today that didn’t need their bedpans changed.

Sean: Sounds terrible.

Joey: It’s all not all bad. Lot of these folks have stories that you wouldn’t believe. One of my patients has lived through five wars and two depressions, tells me I’m a credit to my race.

Sean: Yeesh.

Joey: (shrugs) She means well. It’s almost flattering compared to some of the stuff I’ve heard. Been on this job almost ten years now, some people still treat me like I have no idea what I’m doing.  

Sean: That sucks Joey.

Joey: Yeah... Anyway, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself. From what I heard, this procedure cost a small fortune. You must have friends in high places.

Sean: Yeah, something like that.

Joey: And no guard at the door this time. I assume everything got cleared up with the police? Not planning to make a break for it again are ya?

Sean: Nah, no daring escapes this time.

Joey: Good. I don’t think I’d survive another blow to the head.

Sean: Listen Joey I’m really sorry-

Joey: (laughs) Relax Sean! I’m just messing with you! It’s ancient history as far as I’m concerned. Say, did you ever end up finding that brother of yours?

Sean: Yeah. He’s actually coming to visit me tomorrow.

Joey: Can’t wait to meet him!

Sean: Famous last words.

Joey: So… what you been up to these days?

Sean: Mostly just cramming for the SATs, drawing, listening to music. Normal teenage shit.

Joey: That’s good to hear. I was worried about you man. You went AWOL after the hospital. I got police and Feds breathing down my neck for weeks. Then a month later, I hear about a couple of kids trying the border to Mexico on the news.

Sean: Sorry I never reached out. I just didn’t want to get you more involved than you already were-

Joey: You made the right call. They questioned me for hours. My apartment was filled with G-men, my girlfriend was freaked. I honestly thought she was going to dump my ass.

Sean: I’m really sorry Joey.

Joey: Don’t sweat it Sean, it was for a good cause. Besides, everything worked out in the end.

Sean: Yeah I noticed, how long have you been-

Joey: Almost a year now. We’re expecting our first baby in the summer.

Sean: Congratulations dude!

Joey: Thanks, but honestly, I’m kinda nervous, don’t think I’m ready to be a father.

Sean: You’ll be a great dad, Joey. You’re awesome at taking care of people.

Joey: You’re damn right. Speaking of which, we should probably take a look at that eye of yours.

[Joey takes off the bandage and gives Sean’s eye a thorough examination]

Joey: Well it looks a helluva lot better than the last time I saw it.

Sean: That’s good to hear. I wasn’t sure it would work.

Joey: Well it’s too early to say if your vision will fully recover. But at the very least you won’t have to walk around with a patch anymore.

Sean: Good. It’s hard enough finding a prom date let alone one that’s willing to go with a pirate.

Joey: Still with the pirate jokes huh? Hopefully, you’ll have to write some new material after this.

[Joey applies a new bandage on Sean’s eye]

Joey: And you’re all set. Now as much as I love our talks, I gotta make my rounds. Buzz me if you need me.

Sean: Later Joey.

Joey: See ya tomorrow Sean.

 [Joey leaves the room. Sean turns to look out the window. The door shoots open, and a small figure comes bursting in.]

Daniel: Sean! 

[He jumps onto the bed and into Sean’s arms]

Stephen: (out-of-breath) Sorry, I tried to stop him, but he outran me.

Sean: You okay Stephen?

Stephen: I am… just need a minute to catch my breath. The old ticker ain’t what it used to be- I need to sit down.

Daniel: Take it easy grandpa.

Sean: What are you doing here, enano? I wasn’t expecting you guys until tomorrow.

Daniel: I made grandpa book an earlier flight. I just couldn’t wait! 

[he hugs Sean again]

Sean: Haha easy. I just had surgery, remember?

Daniel: Oh right, s-sorry.

[There’s a brief flash, followed by a shutter click]

Sean: What’re you doing, gramps?

Stephen: Oh nothing, just commemorating the moment. Thanks to your brother, I finally got the hang of this newfangled smartphone camera.

Daniel (whispering): He had it stuck on selfie mode for days. Anyway, did it go? Is your eye…

Sean: I mean… it’s not 100% yet but I can sort of see again.

Daniel: T-that’s awesome! Can I see it?

Sean: Dude last time I showed you my eye, you almost cried. Besides, the doctors say I still need to keep the bandage on for a bit, while it heals.

Daniel: Right. That makes sense. Oooh this room looks cool. Do they have Netflix or a Playbox?

Sean: It’s a hospital, dude.

Daniel: Lame.

Sean: So catch me up. Did I miss anything interesting at home?

Daniel: Nah… Chris is still on that fishing trip with his dad so there’s no one to hang out with. Oh I almost forgot. He made you this card. Isn’t it awesome?

[Daniel gives Sean a hand-drawn “get-well-soon” card from Chris]

Sean: Yeah. It’s pretty cool. We can have Claire put it up when we get back.

Daniel: Grandma’s still in that feud with the lady from church.

Sean: Which one was that again?

Daniel: Agnes, the one who gives off major Lisbeth-vibes. She says grandma stole her casserole recipe for the church bake-sale. Lying bitch.

Stephen: Language!

Sean: Maybe one of us should try to smooth things over before it gets nasty.

Stephen: Hell hath no fury… lemme tell ya. I’ve been married to your grandmother long enough to know once that woman sets her mind on something… there’s no stopping her. Best to just let things run their course.

Sean: Claire can get a little… passionate sometimes. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her lose her temper for real.

Stephen: There’s a fire in that woman. It’s part of the reason I married her. Just pray she never turns it on you. I hope I’ll never live to see that day, god willing.

[Sean notices Daniel circling the hospital bed, pressing his hand on various parts of the mattress]

Sean: (laughs) What are you doing, enano?

Daniel: Just trying to figure which side of the bed I want to sleep on tonight.

Sean: Dude. There’s no way this bed’s gonna fit both of us.

Daniel: The one in Mom’s trailer was way smaller!

Sean: Yeah well… you were a lot smaller back then.

Stephen: They have a nice area for visitors down the hall.

Daniel: But I want to stay with Sean!

Sean: I guess I could ask Joey to bring in a couch or something.

Daniel: Who’s Joey?

Sean: The nurse who took care of me after the accident. I told you about him, remember?

Daniel: Oh right! I can’t wait to meet him!

 DAY TWO

Joey: How are we doing today? Any headaches, dizziness, socket pain?

Sean: Nah it’s all good. Still getting used to having depth perception again. It’s kinda weird.

Joey: You’ll get used to it. Anything else to report?

Sean: Nothing major. I’ve just been having some really weird dreams.

Joey: We have a psychiatrist on-site if you need a professional to talk to.

Sean: Nah it’s alright, probably just the drugs messing with my brain.

Joey: Well your vitals look good. We’ll go over some basic tests. You know the drill.

(Sean covers his right eye and tries to read the chart. Joey then shines a light and asks him to follow along. Finally, he asks Sean to put the cap back on the pen.)

Joey: You passed with flying colors. The doctor will be in for a final exam tomorrow and then we can discharge you.

Sean: (sarcastically) Too bad, I was ready to become the first Mexican pirate to attend college. So much for being a trailblazer.

Joey: Good to see you haven’t lost that snarky-ass sense of humor.

Joey: Anyway, I’m taking my lunch now. Want me to get you anything from the cafeteria? Wait… don’t tell me. Chocolate pecan?

Sean: You know it.

Joey: I met your brother in the hall. Cute kid.

Sean: (deadpans) Give it a few days. Then see if you get a “second opinion.”

Joey: He does seem a little… “energetic”. But that’s normal for kids his age.

Sean: Yeah one minute I’m his favorite person in the world. The next, he’s off doing God knows what, and doesn’t want me “bossing him around”. You know how it is.

Joey: Can’t say I do. Grew up in a house with three older sisters. Guess I must have been the annoying one. Daniel’s lucky to have you looking out for him. Must be tough sometimes.

Sean: Oh you have no idea.

[Joey claps Sean’s shoulder, he feels a jolt shooting up his spine, everything goes white] 

(Sean sees a door marked: “Miranda A. Connolly, Hospital Director”)

Connolly: You’ve been a valuable asset to this hospital. Stellar feedback from all of your patients and attendings.

Joey: I sense a “but” coming.

Connolly: But, given the dubious circumstances surrounding your transfer and your past involvement with the law. The Board thinks it might be better for one of the other nurses to take this spot.

Joey: Please. I’ve got a kid on the way. We just bought our first house. Can you at least consider bumping up my pay? I haven’t gotten a real raise since I started here. There are kids coming out of nursing school that make what I make!

Connolly: The hospital has limited resources as it is, and the State just slashed our funding again. I just can’t justify raising anyone’s salary right now.

Joey: I break my back for this hospital, work extra shifts, get to know the patients. You promised me at the annual review that I’d-

Connolly: That was before this new information came to light. I’m sorry Joseph, maybe next year.

[Sean snaps out of his trance]

Joey: Sean? Sean are you okay?

Sean: Sorry, Guess I spaced out. Must just be the medication.

Joey: I can have the doctor come by and adjust your dosage.

Sean: I’m fine Joey. I swear. Weren’t you about to take lunch?

Joey: Oh right. We’ll pick this up later.

[Joey leaves the room, looking slightly puzzled.]

Sean: (thinking) W-what what was that? A dream? But It felt so… real.

[Sean takes out his phone and enters the name of the hospital, He finds their website. Under the ‘About’ section he scrolls to the Executive team bio. There is a photo of the woman he saw in the vision followed by a small blurb]

“Miranda A. Connolly is the President and Chief Director of Mt. Cedar General Hospital. She was appointed back in 2016 as Associate Director and has since made ground-breaking changes to the field of medicine and medical care. Under her leadership, this hospital was able to expand greatly, hiring new diverse staff members and vastly improving quality of care for all its patients.”

Sean: (thinking) Holy shit… it’s real. Does that mean I…?

Daniel: Hey Sean! What you looking at?

Sean: Dude! Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Daniel: I wasn’t sneaking. I was practicing my stealth!

Sean: Yeah sure.

Daniel: Are you looking at the new Playbox Pro? My birthday is right around the corner you know.

Sean: Birthday? It’s still January!

Daniel: Never too early to start preparing.

Sean: (rolling eyes) Yeah cuz everything’s always about you.

Daniel: Oooh I bet you were watching those dirty videos again. I’m tellin’ grandpa!

Sean: Hey hands off my phone you little-

[Daniel tries to grab Sean’s phone. Sean wrests his hand away. There is another a jolt]

[Daniel stands in front of the vending machine, staring at the jumbo chock-o-crisp. He looks around to check that the coast is clear. Then he waves his hand causing the chock-o-crisp to fall off the rack and into the dispenser slot.He gleefully retrieves it and devours the candy bar in a matter of seconds]

Sean: Dude, I told you not to eat any more chock-o-crisps! Do you want another trip to the dentist?

Daniel: What are you talking about? I haven’t had one in weeks!

Sean: Yeah sure. So you didn’t pig out at the vending machine before coming in here?

Daniel: How did you-

Sean: Maybe I have magic powers or maybe… you’ve still got crumbs on your collar.

Daniel: Aw, damn it. Promise you won’t tell grandpa.

Sean: Oh so you can tell on me but I can’t tell on you?

Daniel: (smugly) Exactly.

Sean: C’mere ya little shit!

Daniel: Sean stop! Ha that tickles. Quit it!

(After their little bout, Daniel curls up next to Sean, resting his head on Sean’s lap. Sean ruffles Daniel’s hair absentmindedly)

Sean: You ever wish you were… you know “normal” again?

Daniel: You mean not have my powers? Nah. They’re a part of me now. Besides, being normal is overrated.

Sean: (chuckles) I guess it is. But do you ever get that feeling like you thought you wanted something for a really long time but when you finally get it, it nothing like you thought it’d be?

Daniel: Uhhh… you mean like how I begged grandma to get me a PlayBox Live Subscription, but then the exclusives turned out to be shit? And now I have to act like I love it?

Sean: Yeah something like that.

Daniel: (yawns) Meh I’ll just ask for a gaming PC for my birthday.

Sean: Dude you’re like the greediest ten year-old I know.

Daniel: How many ten year-olds do you know?

Sean: Uh… just you and Chris.

Daniel: So, you want me to be more like Chris?

Sean: Wouldn’t hurt.

Daniel: (imitating Chris) “Only the purest of hearts may wield the power of Captain Spirit!”

Sean: Guess that rules you out.

Daniel: (playfully) Shut up.

DAY THREE

Doctor: Okay Mr.Diaz. I want you to follow the light. Look to your right, up and to the right. Good, good, excellent pupil response.  Now look at the chart, cover your right eye and read this line.

Sean: Uh… A, O, E, P… T? Sorry I can’t really make out the last one.

Doctor: That’s okay, it takes time.

Doctor: Now this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I recommend that you wear a patch over your right eye. It’ll be temporary of course, just until you learn to see with your left eye again.

Sean: (laughs dryly) And here I thought my seafaring days were behind me.

Doctor: You know… pirate actually wore patches so their eyes could easily adjust to the darkness and see below deck- Sorry my son’s going through a pirate phase.

Sean: I know the feeling. My little brother’s been through every phase imaginable.

Doctor: Kids, you gotta treasure every moment. Because before you know it, they’ll be all grown up, ready to go off on their own. Look at me, rambling on. Anyway, I signed your discharged papers. They’ll schedule you for some outpatient care in the coming months.You’re almost ready to go. 

Sean: Sounds good.

Doctor: And you’re sure you don’t want to get do something about that nasty scar? A good-looking kid like you, it would be a shame to-

Sean: That’s okay, I think I’ll keep it… as a reminder.

Doctor: Alright but if you ever change your mind, I could refer you to a great plastic surgeon.

Sean: Thanks Doc, for everything.

Doctor: The pleasure’s all mine, Mr.Diaz. The groundwork we laid here could help hundreds of other patients in the future. We are making history. Your nurse should be along in a moment to help you get discharged.

[Sean sits in quiet contemplation. Reflecting on his dreams and new “vision”]

Sean (thinking): Be careful what you wish for... 

Joey: Looks like everything’s good to go. Remember to use your eye-drops-

Sean: Twice a day. Yeah Joey, I know.

Joey: Guess it’s goodbye again. Don’t be a stranger this time okay?

Sean: I won’t.

Joey: Here’s my number. Call me if ever need professional advice or just want to shoot the shit.

Sean: Thanks Joey. Let me know how everything goes with the baby.

Joey: Oh don’t you worry about that. Soon I’ll be blowing up your phone with pictures.

Sean: Haha can’t wait.

Joey: Now hospital policy says I gotta wheel your ass outta here. For liability reasons.

Sean: At least it’ll be a smoother exit than last time.

Joey: (laughs) Get in the chair smart-ass.

Beaver Creek, One Week Later

Sean: Okay, you ready?

Daniel: (takes deep breath) Alright. Show it to me.

Sean: So… how does it look?

Daniel: Looks… normal.

Sean: You almost sound disappointed. Were you expecting a bionic eye or something?

Daniel: No. I just… it looks good. I like the scar; makes you look extra tough.

Sean: You think so?

Daniel: Yeah… totally badass!

Sean: Thanks, enano.

Daniel: You need a new codename, like Scarred Wolf or Deadshot Diaz!

Sean: Let’s leave the nicknames up to Chris.

Daniel: Hey! I make up awesome names too!

Sean: Whatever you say,“Superwolf”

[alj4890]

None But You

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a regency era romance as requested by @pixieferry

A/N: I believe we are nearing the end. I'm both excited and saddened by such. There will be at least one more chapter if not two for our story to conclude. It will live on, I know, in requests (which I have already received, LOL, so thank you for that). Shall we begin the end?

Masterlist

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Summary: Lord Hunt hosts a party a few days before the wedding for his neighbors and tenants. All come to meet the lady he is to marry. During such a gathering, Lord Ryan comes to a decision concerning Lady Millie. And of course, the wedding day has come...but will all go according to plan?

Chapter 14

Thomas, dressed for riding, paused on his way out when he heard the sound of ladies laughing and talking. He moved silently toward the drawing room and peeked inside.

Something about seeing Amanda hosting tea for some of the ladies that lived near Kirkwood Manor made him feel, well, happy.

She had easily settled into the role of mistress of his home.

He couldn't wait for the four remaining days until their wedding to hurry by.

He stepped inside and bowed to those that called out a greeting. His lips curved when he asked if they would excuse his lady.

"I need to speak with her about tomorrow night's gathering."

The group watched, fascinated at the affectionate expression on his face when he took Amanda's hand.

Once the couple left, whispered questions were asked of Lady Millicent, her mother, and of Lady Lucinda.

"I knew they were well matched." Lucy replied, a secretive smile forming. "When he appeared at Almacks, willingly mind you, I knew that he had fallen in love with my niece."

Gasps of delight were expressed while others urged the London ladies to share more observations.

****************

"Is something wrong?" Amanda asked once Thomas shut the door to his study.

"No." He swiftly pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Her startled laugh turned into a soft moan from the heat of his kiss.

He smiled softly at the bemused state his kiss had caused. "That was all I wished to discuss."

Amanda looped her arms around his neck. "As much as I enjoy our discussions," she teased, "I am most curious as to what brought this on."

He gave a brief shrug. "I saw you sitting there and needed to kiss you."

"I see." She pressed another kiss to his lips. "Feel free to pull me away whenever you wish."

He chuckled and followed her out into the hallway. "I'll be back soon, my lady." He took his hat and gloves from a patiently waiting Berger. "Lord Gabriel was wishing to see the new construction we did on one of the mills."

"Enjoy your ride, my lord." Her smile was warm when he bowed and lifted her hand to his lips.

Thomas kissed the inside of her wrist before letting it go.

****************

An hour later, many of the ladies left with invitations to visit their homes along with expressing how much they looked forward to furthering their acquaintance with Lord Hunt's chosen bride.

One particular lady remained behind to await her brother. Ms. Harriet Blake, younger sister to Mr. Richard Blake, Kirkwood's vicar, had found kindred spirits with Lady Millie and Lady Amanda.

"Have you ever been to London, Ms. Blake?" Millie asked once Lady Lucy and Lady Henrietta departed to finish the wedding plans.

"I haven't. And please, call me Harriet." She insisted with a bright smile. "Some of the families in Richard's parish refuse to do so, fearing it is somehow disrespectful to the Church." Her nose wrinkled. "No matter how much I insist I have little to do with his sermons."

Amanda laughed into her teacup. "Oh dear. Surely they don't."

"They do." Harriet slumped back in her seat. "Which puts me in the dreadful position of having to keep my teasing nature hidden whenever they are about." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "My family was always one to have a laugh. My brothers and I played pranks and joked throughout our years growing up. A couple of the ladies that visited you today are the very ones that insist that a vicar and his family be more somber than either Richard or I are used to."

"Clearly they have yet to read the verses where the Lord says to have a cheerful heart." Millie said dryly.

"Indeed." Harriet muttered. "It didn't matter that Richard preached that very subject the following Sunday." She sighed. "Unfortunately, I am unable to stop laughing whenever something humorous happens. And my dear, angelic brother makes it so much worse with his whispered comments." She shook her head, grinning. "There will definitely be no courtship offers from the gentlemen of the more serious minded families."

"Your eldest brother, Sir James?" Millie inquired. "He recently married, did he not?"

"He did to a lady I can find no fault with." Harriet explained. "Theodora has a wicked wit that is the perfect foil for James." She chuckled while stirring her tea. "My dear brother thought himself clever until he encountered her."

"It is amazing to see those we love find their perfect match." Amanda cut her eyes to Millie. "Even if they aren't too happy at the discovery."

"Oh do hush." Millie grumbled.

Amanda ignored her and explained the unusual relationship Millie had with Lord Ryan.

"I'm awaiting the announcement of their engagement." She told her, refusing to acknowledge the glares Millie sent her way.

Harriet smiled at the news. "My congratulations will be given as soon you decide to share it."

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Two nights later...

"Seems everyone is taken with your chosen lady." Ryan teased.

Thomas observed as his intended was asked to dance by the blacksmith's nine year old son. His lips curved when Amanda dropped into a curtsy worthy of the king himself.

Her smile was tender as she took his hands and allowed him to spin her around.

His neighbors and tenants had fallen for the lady he had been introducing the past week or so.

Just like he knew they would.

Amanda had entered their homes, eased their nervousness, and listened to their stories and concerns. He had seen from the beginning that her quiet gentleness was precisely what his people needed from their lady of the manor.

And to think, I had almost allowed myself a chance to lose her.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard her laughing plea for a chance to rest when some of the other children ran up to her.

"Better go and save her." Ryan whispered. "I think young Brandon will try and steal her away from her if you aren't careful."

Thomas chuckled. The little boy did have a look of pure adoration on his face as he looked up at Amanda.

He made his way past the party guests and eased his way through the children.

"Pardon me." He gently patted Brandon's shoulder. "I need to have a word with Lady Amanda."

The young lad bowed before them and took off to join in on a game with the other children.

"Thank you." Amanda slipped her arm through his, squeezing it affectionately. "I wasn't quite certain how to say I wasn't up for a game of Blind Man's Bluff after Brandon's dancing."

"Summers suggested I hurry and do so before he stole you away." Thomas teased.

She laughed and shook her head. "Have no fear. I think his love for me died a swift death when I expressed my dislike of toads." She looked up at him. "No proposal is imminent, not with little Jane saying she loved them."

"Good. I wasn't quite prepared to challenge him for you." Thomas smiled when she laughed once more.

He led her over to the table that was nearly buckling from the number of pies and cakes the guests had brought.

The weather had turned out clear and perfect for the outdoor party. The surrounding gentry had been surprised when the viscount had invited them and the commoners to a party. Kirkwood Manor had not seen a gathering like this in years, much less combining all who lived nearby.

Word had spread quickly that he was hosting it for a chance for everyone to meet the future mistress. There had not been one refusal to his invitation. Everyone was curious to see the nearly reclusive viscount and the lady he had met in London.

None had been disappointed. The couple made sure to spend time with everyone, thanking them for coming.

When asked about the wedding, the couple explained that they wanted a small service. This party was in lieu of an extravagant ceremony with plans to host a yearly celebration.

Words of encouragement, marital advice, and congratulations were given from those young and old.

Thomas could not imagine a more perfect way to introduce her to the people that she would be over or for them to see how perfect she was.

"Lady Amanda!" One of the matrons called out. "Have you tried the jam tarts? It is an old family recipe that..."

The couple listened as the woman prattled on about her tarts being hailed as the best in the land while each taking a bite.

"These truly are the best I've ever tasted." Amanda answered when pressed for her opinion by the matron.

Thomas took advantage of the woman bragging to her neighbors and excused them.

Amanda laughed softly when he murmured that he now remembered why he had attempted to not host parties.

"I think you have a talent for it." She squeezed his arm. "Everyone I have talked to seems not only fond of you but also has been impressed with this gathering."

"I think they are more fond of the curiosity I cause than of myself." He told her. His lips eased into a smile. "Though I do think that now that they have met you, I am now considered wise for choosing you."

Amanda rested her head against his shoulder. She opened her mouth to say something sweet only to be interrupted by Sir Peter's poetic recital getting louder the closer he came.

"And the angel with hair the color of spun gold, the very one my heart once foretold, is now once again before me." He grasped Millie's hand as she tried to escape. "Thus allowing me to speak on bended knee."

Amanda's lips trembled as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Thomas, did you invite Sir Peter for a particular reason?"

He slipped his arm around her waist. "Why ever would you suspect my motives?" He watched as Ryan scowled at the man trying to woo Millie. "I certainly would never use it as a chance to gain a bit of revenge on our closest friends and their interference in our courtship."

His lady covered her mouth to muffle her laughter when Millie tried to keep the man standing.

"Sir Peter, you mustn't kneel! Please," she looked around at the attention he was drawing, "lower your voice."

"Lady Millie, it has been agony being so cruelly parted from you all these weeks. Our time together in London was not nearly long enough to keep my heart from dying bit by bit from not seeing you." Sir Peter pressed her hand over his heart. "Feel how it has sprung back to life with being near you once more."

"I am flattered." Millie mumbled. "But I--"

"Get ahold of yourself." Lord Ryan snapped, pulling Millie away. "You are causing a scene, sir."

"A man cannot be blamed when reunited with the very reason he breathes." Sir Peter uttered.

"Good lord, man. Do you hear yourself?" Ryan grumbled. "No one feels such."

Millie stiffened. "I beg your pardon!"

"Not now." He warned.

"Oh! You--" Millie's voice rose in irritation.

"Millie," he growled. "You will tell Sir Peter what is in your heart. That will halt his musings."

Her blue eyes narrowed. "And why would my heart cause him to stop?" She stuck her nose up in the air. "No one has yet to claim it."

"Oh dear." Amanda whispered. "What are we to do with them?"

Thomas shrugged while enjoying his oldest friend's struggle with succumbing to a life with the prickly miss beside him.

"I have a claim on your heart!" Ryan snapped. "By your own admission--"

"Merely a slip of the tongue." Millie responded, escaping his grip. "Tis hard to continue to feel anything for a man who does not return my affection."

She smiled warmly at Sir Peter. "Do go on, sir. I have always admired your unique ability to form verses."

Ryan fumed as the two walked off together.

"Thomas, we must fix this." Amanda urged.

Her intended softly groaned before approaching the marquis. "Summers? I think you know what you must do."

"Do not say it." Ryan pleaded. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I refuse to spend the rest of my life with a woman who takes offense to every little thing."

"My lord," Amanda began gently, "Lady Millie is one of the most loyal, sweetest--

"Not you too." He pinched the bridge of his nose. With a deep sigh he turned toward the happy couple. "I am well aware of Millie's attributes." His eyes narrowed at seeing Sir Peter take Millie into his arms for a waltz. "Dash it all! Why the devil is she the one that my heart has chosen?!"

He stormed away from his friends and approached Lord Gabriel.

Millie's father broke into a delighted smile with Ryan's question.

***************

"Sir Chris," Lady Lucy nodded toward a young woman he had met earlier. "What do you think of Ms. Blake?"

"She seems amiable, Lady Bridgerton." He carefully responded.

"I agree." Lucy studied the clergyman's sister. "Mr. Blake's older brother has the barony near Bedford."

Chris wondered why Lady Lucy was explaining all this."

"Ms. Blake came to keep house for Mr. Blake once their brother married." She continued.

"That seems to be the way people do things." He muttered.

"She appears to be a cheerful, bright young lady." Lucy nodded toward the one they were talking about.

Chris followed her gaze. Ms. Blake was standing with her brother, laughing at a story the doctor and his wife were sharing.

"I suspect that it won't be too long before Mr. Blake settles down." She gently tapped her chin as if in great thought. "A gentleman with both fortune and family will be snapped up before he knows what hit him. Poor Ms. Blake. It is hard for a lady to surrender the ingrained need to be head of a household."

"I wouldn't know anything about that." Chris narrowed his eyes playfully. "Lady Bridgerton, are you up to you old tricks?"

"Me?" Lucy placed her hand to her heart. "Why sir, whatever do you mean?" Her eyes twinkled. "I would never want to see a nice young man matched with a lady of equal sweetness."

He chuckled. "Lady Lucy, what would you have me do?"

"Ask her to dance." She gently patted his arm. "Then see what happens."

Chris shook his head. "You're lucky I am so fond of you, my lady."

"I know, my dear." Lucy urged him away. "Thank you for indulging me."

**************

"What do you think of Lady Amanda?" Richard Blake whispered to his sister, once they were alone.

"I like her very well indeed." Harriet responded. "I am most surprised at how changed Lord Hunt is after meeting her."

"Seeing him so happy is a surprise." Richard responded. "After meeting her, I look forward to knowing her better."

Harriet rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Yes, I saw her eyes light up with interest when you brought up your weekly discussions of literature with Lord Hunt." She nudged her brother. "I think your invitations to visit Kirkwood will continue if not increase once they are wed."

"Excuse me, Ms. Blake."

Harriet turned with a smile. "Sir Winters? Right?"

Chris nodded, flashing her a smile. "I was wondering, with your permission Mr. Blake, if I might have the next dance."

Richard eyed him for a moment then his sister's delighted smile. Feeling the brotherly need to tease her, he slowly nodded. "I have no objections if Harry does not."

Harriet's smile disappeared at the nickname her darling brothers declared described her perfectly. Her light brown curly hair was known to have a mind of its own, especially when she first awoke in the mornings.

They still liked to howl with laughter over her plight to tame it.

"Forgive me," Sir Chris looked about. "Who is Harry? I don't think I have been introduced to him."

"Have you not?" Richard continued, his smile growing. "I could have sworn you were--"

"Ignore him, sir." Harriet interrupted. "He is an evil man intent on tormenting me."

Chris's confusions gave way to worry. "This Harry is causing you trouble?"

Richard burst into laughter. "Forgive me, sir. Harry is what I sometimes call Ms. Blake."

"My name is Harriet." Ms. Blake added in case the young man was unaware. Her own teasing smile appeared. "My brothers are not known for their intelligence when it comes to appropriate monikers."

Chris couldn't help but smile as the siblings handled the good natured ribbing with more humor.

As the first notes of another waltz were heard, he bowed before her. "Ms. Blake? May I have this dance?"

She took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the area cleared for the dancers.

Once in his arms, she smiled warmly at him. "I have heard you had a hand in helping Lord Hunt's courtship."

He nodded. "I along with Lady Millicent, Lord Summers, and Lord Rodriguez." His lips eased into a smile. "They were a little too stubborn in their refusing to admit to falling in love with one another. We were there to help give them the necessary push toward matrimony."

Harriet laughed softly. "You should be commended. You did a marvelous job of matching them." She turned her head toward the couple who seemed to only have eyes for each other while they danced. "I must confess with the years I have known Lord Hunt, I have never seen him like this."

"Neither have I." Chris responded. His smile grew, dimples deepening. "Now once Lord Summers and Lady Millie are settled, I will only have to worry about Lord Rodriguez."

Harriet's eyebrow lifted. "Sir, have you developed a love for matchmaking?"

"I believe I have Ms. Blake." He winked at her, causing a delightful blush to form on her cheeks. "There is something so satisfying in being proven right." He leaned closer to whisper. "And to see your friends struggle with the inevitable trip down the aisle."

She laughed out loud, drawing a few curious stares. "Sir Winters, I don't know if I hope you also decide to help myself and Richard find a proper match or pray you never feel the desire to."

His eyes settled on the velvety chocolate color of her eyes before dropping down to the pert, thin nose, and then her lips curved in good humor. "I might know someone who might be your perfect match." His eyes lifted to hers. "Of course, before I can reveal who the gentlemen is, I would need to spend more time with you to gain a proper look at your character."

She shook her head as another chuckle slipped out. "I would suspect nothing less from a professional matchmaker."

**************

"Rodriguez!" Ryan called out. "Have you seen Lady Millie or Sir Peter anywhere?"

"Sir Peter is talking to Lady Henrietta and I saw Lady Millie over by the desserts." Matthew pointed out. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Only the ending of a man's life." Ryan responded.

He marched over to the lady in question. "We need to talk."

Millie turned around with a chocolate éclair. "We do?" She took a bite and ignored his presence. "I do not see what we could possibly have to talk about."

Ryan grit his teeth. "Would you accompany me on a walk, my lady?"

"I've already had a walk," Millie informed him in a friendly tone of voice, "with Sir Peter."

"Yes, I know." Ryan bit out. "Now I need to discuss something personal with you and wish for a secluded place to do so."

"Tempting, my lord, but I believe I will rest here and enjoy these delectable offerings." She finished her éclair and began to search for something else to eat. "Thank you for the off--" she let out a yelp when he gripped her arm and half dragged her away.

"Lord Summers!" Millie huffed. "Let go of me this instan--" she nodded her head and smiled at the vicar. "Good evening Mr. Blake."

"Same to you, my lady." He responded, smiling at the pair as they passed.

"Let go!" Millie hissed once they were out of earshot.

"I can't." Ryan responded in an even tone. "I tried, Millie. Lord knows I've tried to let you go."

Her brow furrowed at that odd speech. Her lips parted to question him, but she remained silent as she followed him further from the party.

Ryan paused in the garden near a bench. "Please sit."

Millie did so without a word of argument.

He kept hold of her hand as he stood before her. "I spoke with your father earlier."

Millie tilted her head to the side. "About?"

"I asked for his permission to ask for your hand in matrimony." Ryan knelt before her. "He said I have it along with his blessing. All I need now is you."

Millie's lips parted. "But you don't like me!"

"I do too!" He snapped. "Yes, you can drive a man to the very brink of insanity, but I would rather be driven crazy by the woman I love than one who I feel nothing for."

Millie's gasp slipped past her lips. "You love me?"

"Would I continuously put myself in your path if I had not already lost my heart to you?" He asked.

"Ryan!" She jumped into his arms and kissed him.

He pulled away for a moment. "This had better be a yes I love you too and want to marry you kiss, or so help me Millie I will--"

"It is!" She said, pulling him in for another kiss.

Just as he responded, she pushed him away. "What kind of morally ambiguous lady do you think I am to kiss a man I'm not intending to marry?!"

He crushed her to him as his mouth captured her lips. Lord Ryan found himself immensely pleased by how pleasant it was to silence her grumblings with such an action.

*****************

A few hours later, Thomas held his glass up. "A toast: to all of you who came this evening to help celebrate my good fortune in meeting the lady who has my heart." He lifted Amanda's hand to his lips. "To our family and friends for helping us plan this and our wedding." He smiled down at them. "And to the day after tomorrow when my new life begins."

Everyone cheered and drank one last toast to the couple before departing for the evening. Once there were only a few remaining, Ryan and Millie shared their own impending nuptials. 

Lady Henrietta dabbed at her eyes as she spoke excitedly to Lucy about the need to start planning the moment Thomas and Amanda finished their vows. 

While the group talked, Harriet leaned over to whisper to Chris. "It appears you have succeeded once more, sir."

"Indeed I have, Ms. Blake." His smile turned tender. "Indeed, I have."

****************

Night before the wedding...

Thomas hesitated at the connecting door between his room and Amanda’s. Knowing the superstitions of not allowing the groom to see his bride before the wedding, had him wondering if he should not join her this evening.

As if sensing his indecision, the door opened and Amanda smiled softly at him.

“I wondered if you were going to join me tonight.” She reached for his hand and tugged him into her room.

“I thought perhaps we should spend tonight apart.” He explained, watching her settle in her bed. “What with tradition and all.”

She laughed softly. “I think given our unusual courtship that we might be encouraging bad luck to visit us if we remained apart.” Her eyes met his. “Besides, I’m not certain that I can fall asleep without having you near.”

His gaze softened at her words, knowing he would not rest either if they were apart. Without another word of argument, he climbed into bed beside her.

The moment she was within his arms, he could feel his body relax once more. He brushed a tender kiss to her lips, smiling when she snuggled closer. 

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“About what?” Thomas leaned back some so he could see her face.

“About marrying me tomorrow?” Amanda gently caressed his cheek. “Most men seem to be a bit uneasy when faced with the loss of their freedom.”

“As I have told you numerous times, I cannot wait to have you as my wife.” His lips firmed into a frown. “The only way I would remotely feel uneasy facing my wedding is if it were any lady other than you.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and kissed him. “I am very happy to be marrying you tomorrow.”  Her eyes held his. “I had no idea that I could have this much joy in my heart.”

Thomas urged her close for another kiss. He whispered his love for her then urged her to sleep. 

Amanda settled within his arms, smiling at what awaited them in the morning.

****************

Thomas and Amanda's wedding day...

Time, like all things, seems to want to crawl by when there is something you are anxious about and yet seems to fly by in the moments one wishes to hold onto for eternity. For the couple awaiting their wedding day, it seemed to be a bit of both.

It seemed that no time had passed from the party to rushing about to get dressed for the chapel. Servants dashed about to finish their chores so that they could witness their viscount marry the lady they had come to respect and care for.

Lady Lucy was unable to do too much other than blubber into her handkerchief when she saw her niece in her wedding gown. She was appalled at her own behavior but seemed unable to stop.

"Aunt Lucy?" Amanda reached out for her.

"No dear!" Lucy jerked away. "Tears will ruin the satin." She accepted Henrietta's spare handkerchief. "You look perfect, my darling."

Amanda turned back around to critically study her reflection. The gown her aunt had designed for her seemed to showcase all her assets in the best possible way. The rich satin hung perfectly with glistening crystals throughout the skirt. The white material had hints of blue in it to keep her from appearing sallow.

Her lace veil draped over her carefully pinned curls and had a band of red roses holding it in place.

Millie sniffed back her own tears as she gently hugged her. "You look gorgeous."

Amanda returned her hug. "Thank you." She included her aunt and Lady Henrietta. "Thank you all for helping me."

Henrietta clucked her tongue and bustled about to keep her tears at bay. "I would have been upset if you hadn't needed me." She pressed a kiss to Amanda's cheek and fluffed her veil. "We will see you at the church." She gave a tearful smile as she tried to tease her friend. "I'll attempt to stop Lucy from sobbing."

"Oh!" Lucy swatted Hen's arm. "I would remind you of the mess you were when Michael and Cora wed." She gave a quick kiss to Amanda's cheek. "Don't let her dress get caught in the carriage door." She ordered Millie.

The two matrons left in a stream of tears, more teasing, and excitement.

Amanda's lady's maid, Peggy, came inside and dabbed at her own eyes. She went about the room, putting things away.

"Are you nervous?" Millie asked.

"In a way." Amanda admitted. "Not over Thomas, mind you. More nervous that something is bound to go wrong.” She let out a slightly tense laugh. “I’m more worried about tripping down the aisle and having that be what I remember whenever I think back over my wedding day.”

Millie laughed while squeezing her friend’s hands. “I believe Lord Thomas would not allow you to fall. If anything, your clumsiness would only add another sweet moment for your special day.”

Amanda hugged her once more. “What would I do without you?”

“Most likely still ignoring Lord Thomas’s argument that he loved you.” Millie grumbled.

Peggy smiled softly as the two young ladies continued to tease each other. 

“I will be downstairs keeping a watch for the carriage, m'lady."

******************

Evil intent begins...

Outside Kirkwood Manor, Charles and John watched Lord Rawlings' carriage leave with the remaining wedding guests.

"Now." Charles whispered.

The two men, under Duke Viktor’s employment, crept into the servants' entrance and made their way up the back stairs.

The halls were deserted, save for the one maid they saw leaving a wing of the manor.

With a tilt of his head, John led the way, checking each bedroom they came to.

****************

Outside, near Kirkwood Manor...

"Every bride has to have flowers." Little Jane explained.

"That's why I picked these." Young Brandon held up a mixture of wildflowers and flowering weeds, some with the roots dangling.

"It's so pretty!" She clapped her hands together. "Lady Amanda will love it."

"We better hurry before she gets to the church." He told her, taking off at a run. "My mum said that brides always go last."

Jane sprinted after him, ordering him to be careful of the petals.

****************

Amanda checked the time again. "I do wish the carriage was already here." She paced about her quarters.

The door opened and she spun around with a smile. It dimmed to confusion at the two strange men that stood there.

She backed up toward the desk, blindly reaching for her letter opener when they came in and locked the door.

Millie came back into the main room after attending to her needs and froze. "Who--"

"We will have to take her to." One said. "She'll alert the entire town if we don't."

Amanda paled. "Don't hurt her."

Millie narrowed her eyes and jerked on the cord for the servants.

The one with an evil leer slowly shook his head. "You shouldn't have done that my lady." He backed her into the wall and struck her with his fist, knocking Millie out.

Amanda cried out in alarm, she swung around to jerk open a drawer for the letter opener, when a gag was tied over her mouth.

"Please, m'lady." The second man pleaded. "I don't want to hurt you." He gripped her hands and tied them behind her back.

Her eyes sparkled with tears as he tightened her bonds. She looked over her shoulder as Millie was swept over her abductor's shoulder.

"Hurry John." He ordered. "We are running out of time." He left the room.

John turned Amanda back around to face him. His hard expression softened when he looked into her fearful face. "I'll make sure the duke will do right by you."

Her brow furrowed as she tried to speak around her gag.

John threw a black cloak over her head and picked her up over his shoulder. He spoke calmly as she struggled against him.

"M'lady, it is no use. I will only hurt you more by tying your legs together if you don't stop. I don't want to have to do that to you."

She stilled.

"What--Who are--MR. BERGER!" Peggy screamed out when she saw John holding a tied up bundle. "MR. BERGER!"

John knocked Peggy down as he sped down the hall. He ducked out to the servants stairs and nearly jumped down them.

Amanda let out cries of pain each time her ribs hit his shoulder. She tried to brace herself as best she could.

The cloak slipped off of her when they burst outside. She blinked against the bright sunlight and saw two faces looking up at her in shock.

She tried to speak around her gag for them to hide, cursing the fact her hands were tied behind her back.

John didn't see them as he continued to run toward the plain carriage. He could hear the shouts of servants behind him.

"Take her!" He all but tossed Amanda at Charles so he could scramble up and take the reins.

Charles dumped her into the carriage before resuming his seat with John.

With a few flicks of a whip, the carriage lurched forward, dumping Amanda into the floor.

As she struggled to sit up and get her veil out of her face, she heard a laugh that caused a chill to run down her spine.

Hands grasped her arms and set her in the seat. They then brushed her hair out of her eyes and tossed her veil out the window. Amanda looked next to her at a still unconscious Millie, now bound and gagged.

"I am glad you decided to join me, Lady Amanda." Viktor chuckled at his own humor. "I'm sure Lord Hunt will understand within the next hour that I was right. You did decide on marrying a better man."

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It's not every wedding that you get the joining of two diverse cultures, but with Emi + Chris' wedding bringing together Emi's Japanese family and friends with Chris' English background, it was a truly wonderful union. Add in a fabulous smattering of friends from around the globe, and well, you have the recipe for a truly special day! From when I first had a Skype meeting with Emi + Chris many months ago when they were planning their Wroxall Abbey wedding, I knew the day was going to be pretty memorable!  Emi + Chris met courtesy of their work for Toyota, with Chris being the designated man for trips to the continent, their paths crossed and after spending a wonderful New Year together...after only just making his plane (problems with a Mazda RX8!) the rest truly was history. I got to spend a little time with Emi + Chris a few weeks ago at the stunning Calke Abbey so we were definitely far from strangers on the day of the wedding, and we fell into a truly relaxed atmosphere from the very start. I have to say Emi + Chris' friends and family were some of the most welcoming and fun to be around all day...and boy, they knew how to party. More about that later... Emi + Chris' wedding at Wrens Cathedral and Wroxall Abbey was actually a wedding blessing, with the couple having contracted their marriage a few months ago back in Japan, however, today was THE big celebration!  Wroxall Abbey with Wren's Cathedral is such a stunning setting, and with the styling and touches from Emi + Chris, the day was truly spectacular... I loved the stationery for Emi + Chris' day, with the travel theme carried off to perfection... From the passports as invitations, the boarding passes as RSVPs, and the travel brochure including the map of the world as the schedule for the day, they really did think of everything! The makeup and hair styling from Jo Maria, whose work you can find at jomariamua on Instagram and on her website, was truly perfect for Emi and the girls, and so natural! Having Wren's Cathedral just outside the door of Wroxall Abbey offers such a stunning setting for the wedding ceremony, and with flowers from Sharon at Flair with Flowers, the setting was truly perfect... The travel theme carried through beautifully to the custom cufflinks Chris had made especially for the day, with a map of where they both grew up on each... Leaving the boys to their G&Ts, I headed back to the girls, just in time to catch Emi's reaction to opening her present from Chris... Emi's dress with the pearl jacket from Barton Bridal Outlet truly was perfect! One very proud father... One of my favourite periods of the day to document, from the first look of the Father of the Bride, to the journey to the waiting groom...so much emotion, so many stories to tell... There were so many lovely touches to the ceremony at Wren's Cathedral with the Reverend Chris Beard leading a beautiful ceremony for Emi + Chris. From the lighting of the unity candle, it was time for the recession of Mr & Mrs Powls to the cheers and hollers of their friends and family! Coming out of the church it was soon apparent how lucky we were with the weather, missing a rain shower whilst we were safely inside...and thankfully, with lady luck on our side, we escaped any further rain too! With the weather kindly on our side, the guests along with the bride and groom were able to relax on the terrace overlooking the perfect setting of Wroxall, enjoying the drinks reception. Anticipating the impending arrival of a little summer rain, I stole the couple away from their guests to head around the grounds along with Lee from Iconic Image - a videographer I can thoroughly recommend! The grounds at Wroxall are absolutely stunning and full of character...and with a couple as fabulous as Emi + Chris, it's impossible not to have a good time! The ruins at Wroxall are an absolute gem for photography, and after first discovering them with Kelly + Johnt a couple of years ago, I couldn't wait to use the same stunning setting for Emi + Chris. It was quite remarkable how quickly the weather changed as we were capturing the shots around the ruins, soon needing to make a speedy transition back indoors to avoid the rain...that unfortunately stayed with us for the rest of the day... The attention to detail in the styling of the wedding breakfast room was truly 'spot-on', complimented perfectly by the wonderful hand-painted cake from Hayley at The Bake Pod - I do LOVE her cakes! From the receiving line, it was soon time for the entrance of the bride and groom, Mr & Mrs Powls...to yes, more whooping and hollering!! Following the wedding breakfast, it was time for the speeches, always a highlight to document. The Father of the Bride's speech led off proceedings perfectly... From the Father of the Bride, it was to the man-of-the-day, Chris for his speech. Finally...the speech everyone was waiting for, the Best Man! Bringing the formal proceedings to a close, it was soon into the marquee for the evening reception...and the party of all parties! The band Emi + Chris chose, the Kings of the Dance Floor, were just fabulous! Hitting the right mood from the start of the night until the end, they helped make the party truly fantastic! When the inflatables come out, you know things are getting serious... I have to say, the dancefloor was rocking all night long. Emi + Chris' friends and family truly 'brought it!' that night. Just awesome!! It was only right to conclude Emi + Chris' with a few signature night time portraits...something I love to capture in the rain! Emi + Chris, can I just say what a true pleasure and honour it was to share your day with your family and friends and capture your story for you. From start to end, your day was truly perfect - even the weather could not have been better timed!  A truly special, unique and wonderful day to be part of...I cannot wait to present your finished story to you!

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