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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Sin In The City***

Nalani x Lewis x Lynix Mini Series

Warning: Cursing, Plot Heavy, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUT, FILTH, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 3k {8.7k, LMAO for thinking it would be anything else} 🤣🤣

Summary: Nalani and Lynix have been friends since they first grew hips and tits. They do everything together. When Lewis tells Nalani that he’s in Vegas for the weekend and invites her to come out, she jumps at the chance, especially when Lewis says the more, the merrier to bringing Nix along. The long weekend goes from a fun time to putting the “sin” in Sin City thanks to a secret plot Nalani concocts.

Note: As you know @munteanhorewrites and I are HUUUUGE Lewis Tan fans. The man is just absolute deliciousness and the whole entire package. So, Ru and I got to talking about him currently being in Vegas for the long weekend, and we thought, why not treat you guys while indulging ourselves. This is going to be a four-shot miniseries where Ru and I will each write two chapters for the four-day weekend of sheer debauchery. Thank you @munteanhorewrites for suggesting we combine our evil powers. Mwhahahaha! 😈😈

We hope you enjoy this. As always, thank you guys so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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Chapter Legend:

-Chapter One: @royallyprincesslilly

-Chapter Two: @munteanhorewrites

Chapter Three: @royallyprincesslilly

Chapter Four: @munteanhorewrites

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

Chapter One: Set The Stage

-Nalani-

“My God, everybody is gonna be in town this weekend, especially since it’s a long one,” Lynix said as she plopped onto the oversized bean bag that was in the corner of my room.

I remembered the day we’d walked into Z Gallerie just to look around. Neither of us expected something like that to be in the high-end store. It didn’t take long to instantly fall in love with it, and thankfully the store had two left in stock. They were both the same color but completely different fabrics. Lynix preferred the fur one, but I needed the leather one in my life. That’s how it always was with us, we liked different finishes, but we had the same luxurious tastes.

“I know. I was trying to come up with a plan. Beach, and shopping tomorrow, then spa Saturday?”

Lynix scrunched her face. I knew she loved both, but right now, I needed her to make a damn choice. She’d always been the indecisive one, especially when it came to two things she enjoyed equally. When Nix shrugged, you knew she’d come to a decision.

“Eh—doesn’t matter, although I think we should shop first. I’ve wanted to get a few new suits.”

The amount of excitement that surged through me was too much for me to contain. When I screeched, Nix’s head snapped to me. As I clapped my hands excitedly, a huge smile plastered across my face. “Yeees, then I can pick up that new brow kit that Jackie just dropped. Uugh, I am so ready for it. I have so many ideas for content.”

By looking at Nix’s face, I could tell she was also looking forward to the day’s activities. What girl didn’t like shopping for new things such as clothes and makeup. Usually, when we went shopping, we would go early and not leave the mall until it was closing, and both of us would have so many bags that were filled with things neither of us needed.

“So, it’s a plan, I confirmed.

Nix nodded and continued to scroll through her phone for a few moments before she stood and walked out to get ready. Living in Miami, there were tons of pros. The weather was a major one. For the majority of the year, the weather remained calm, beautiful, and sunny. That meant that I could dress however the hell I wanted. After rummaging through my closet for the perfect thing to wear, I decided on a pair of dark denim jeans, a white scoop neck tee with two slits at the sides that carried all the way up my ribcage.

When I sat down to beat my face, I had Saweetie blasting.

“Can’t stop, won’t stop get guap. Ten white toes in them Troy flip flops. Manicures and pedicures I’m tip-top. When they say I’m not hot, all these lies need to stop. Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me.”

Feeling the music, I stood and did my best hot gyal Meg moves. Within a few seconds, I heard Nix’s telltale “ayyyyyy.” Turning, I saw her standing in the doorway, using the doorjamb behind her as a twerk partner.

“Get it!”

She stood and rapped the next verse. “My team is trying to eat, so we grinding til’ out mental bleed. You tryna get a bag of weed? I’m tryna get a bag a week. Put it in my savings and invest in the right companies. My dream is like a child, and I’m taking all the custody.”

That was when I joined in too. We were rapping, twerking, and acting a fool for the next minute or two. I watched Nix drop to the floor and pop her ass from left to right. Not being the one to be outdone, I bent forward and made mine clap. When I felt her drop a heavy-handed slap to my ass, I dropped and brought her with me. We laid on the floor, laughing together for a full minute.

“You play too much. You can’t let me be great! You and your knees like Meg head ass,” I teased. She snorted loudly.

“I got Meg’s knees, and you got her ass!”

“Okuuuur!

Nix stood and straightened the ruffles of her off the shoulder white crop top at the same time my phone rang. When I picked it up off of the wireless charging port, I screeched out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I showed her the phone so she could see who was calling. Her smile was broad but not as wide as yours. After three rings, you picked up the facetime call. Lewis’ gorgeous face filled the screen, and your belly fluttered. His groomed mustache chin beard decorated his face in a way that was just so pleasing to the eye. It complimented his facial structure so well. The man was too damn fine for his own good, and the worst part—he knew it.

“Hey, handsome,” I answered in my sugary seductive voice.

“There she is Lani, Lani. How are you, beautiful?” Lewis’s smile was soft, but it still gave way to his dimples to take center stage.

“I’m good.”

“That’s good. Wooo, you look good as hell,” Lewis complimented in his smooth voice. It was the voice he used when he wanted something, and the voice always got him anything he wanted. I bit my bottom lip and plopped onto my bed.

“Did you just wake up? You look like you’re in bed still.”

“I kind of did. I caught an early flight, and once I got in and did some training, I crashed.”

My eyes dropped to his bare chest, and I found myself wondering if he was naked. Usually, that is how he slept. The memories flooded me, and like the wind, I was gone, lost in my lascivious thoughts.

“Lani!”

“Sorry, babe, what’d you say?”

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing much. Was just kicking it about to do some shopping.”

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Nix trying to get a look at him. I slanted the screen so she could see without him knowing she was there. She gave me a look to say, “excuse me.” Pressing my lips together, I tried to stifle the laugh that wanted freedom.

“I had an idea. I’m in Vegas for the weekend. You should come through.”

Nix’s eyes bugged.

“Vegas?”

“Yeah. This is one of my last weekends of freedom before press, and all that starts. So, I thought, why not have some fun. You down?”

I looked to Nix, who was now standing behind my phone with her back to my balcony's sliding door. She nodded her head excitedly while motioning for me to say something.

“Uh—well, I don’t know, babe. This weekend? Lew, that’s like—tomorrow.”

Nix gave you a look asking if you were crazy. I had every intention of accepting the offer, but there was no way in hell that I was going to make him think he had it like that. A girl had to have some mystery about her no matter how fine the man or how good his stroke game was.

“I know it’s short notice but come on Lani, it’s Vegas!”

Lewis began moving, and it gave you the answer you needed; he wasn’t naked. His black boxer briefs clung to his hips, making my fingers itch to hook in the waistband. The visual swirled, almost giving you motion sickness before his face came back into focus with all the sights of Vegas behind him. I made out a few landmarks, mainly their replica of the Eiffel Tower and the strip's blinding lights. A smile spread across your face before you rolled your eyes.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

He was so damn adorable. He actually looked surprised as if he really was surprised you’d accepted.

“Yeah. Why not? I’m sure you can find some way to entertain me.”

Lewis smiled, but this was no regular smile. It was one that spoke of so much. We’d been dealing with each other on and off for the last two months or so after meeting at a music event. I’d gone to cut loose and ended up catching the eye of some rapper who had a really grandiose ideal of himself. He thought I’d leave with him and turn into another notch on his bedpost, but once Lewis and I got to talking, there was no way. He was categorically more interesting. After two or three dates, the inevitable happened, and he dispelled all negative stereotypes about Asian men.

“I have a favor, though, babe,” I began with a sweet as honey smile.

“Name it.”

“I want to bring my friend.”

Nix’s eyes again bugged; she wasn’t expecting that. As she flailed her hands around telling me to cease and desist, I ignored her.

“A friend you say?”

“Yep, my bestie, Lynix.”

“Oh, thee Lynix? Say no more. The more, the merrier,” Lewis answered.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to finally meeting her. I’ll make the arrangements and text you the info.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll see you soon.”

I puckered up and blew him a kiss. Before I ended the call, I watched him lick his lips, and even more excitement filled you.

“What the hell was that? Who said I wanted to go to Vegas and be the third wheel to your sexcation?”

“Nix, come on. What would you do? Stay here? Call dickhead and fall back into a situation with the only benefit being mediocre dick?”

Nix’s jaw dropped. “Wow, the call out wasn’t necessary, Lani.”

“I don’t’ sugar coat. You’ll have more fun with me in Vegas. Plus, it’s not a sexcation.”

They were words I didn’t even fully believe. It was just a matter of time. Nix paced the floor as she contemplated the offer. “I don’t want to be a third wheel,” she protested.

“You won’t be. Lew is cool. It’ll be fun.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she looked more inclined to being easy about it than continuing her protest. The moment I saw her acceptance, I sprang to my feet and hugged her.

“It’s going to be a great weekend.”

After a few moments of embracing, Nix was the one to speak first. “Come on! Hurry that ass up. I’m hungry!”

She always got hangry quicker than anyone I’d ever known. After another fifteen minutes or so of primping, we left determined to catch our favorite restaurant for lunch. In Miami, everywhere anyone turned, they were met with skin, suntan lotion, muscles, and food. To some, that meant that they had to remain on point or else someone would catch them slipping, and no one wanted that. In Miami, if someone caught you slipping, you lost your man, job, or even worse your lifestyle.

Nix and I didn’t have to worry about that. We were secure in our careers. Lynix was able to make surprisingly good money as a top food and luxury goods blogger, while I’d found my place in the fashion and makeup influencer world. Where every influencer was a copy and paste option, I worked hard to set myself apart from them. My ideas were fresh, and my content always showed that I thought outside the box. Since our bags were secured, our lifestyle was safe.

However, when it came to men, both Nix and I liked to keep our options open. Life was meant for living. These days, a lot of men acted like they wanted to live but truly only brought headaches. Who could be bothered? That didn’t mean we were in no man’s land. Whenever the need arose to be wined and dined, we went out and entertained whoever we chose. A girl might not want headaches, but she does want to be spoiled and made to feel pretty. Lewis brought no headaches, he treated me well, and the handful of times we’d gotten it in, it showed that he had far superior bedroom manners than anyone she’s dealt with.

At lunch, we ironed out the plan for the day now that the weekend plan had significantly changed. Bathing suits and makeup were not the only things we planned on picking up at the mall now. There was a whole new list.

“Nix, I thought I heard you up on the phone last night. Was it Caesar?”

Lynix rolled her eyes as she took up her burger and took a hearty bite. As she chewed, she moaned and motioned to her plate. The burger was nearly bigger than her mouth, but she made it work.

“This is so good, Lani.”

I leaned over the table toward the burger. She knew what I wanted and held out the burger for me to take a bite. Moaning, I relished the flavors that burst over my tastebuds. It was rare for restaurants to season their food with more than a pinch of salt and a dash of pepper, but I could taste much more than the two.

“You’re right. The avocado is a great addition.”

Nix took another bite as I stirred my pasta dish before I began eating.

“Is he bugging you to get back together again?”

Nix rolled her eyes again, but she nodded, “You know it. I don’t get it. It’s like he thinks the third time will be the charm.”

I loudly kissed my teeth. Men like that were annoying as hell. For starters, I didn’t think the second round was a good idea, and I sure as hell didn’t think third time was going to be the charm, but I kept that to myself this time. “What do you think?”

“Hell no!”

We busted out laughing at the same time, not caring how loud we were. I noticed the eyes that slid to us from nearby tables. It was clear they were curious about what was so funny.

“I told you, you need to try something new,” I said while wiggling my eyebrows. “It’s a good thing we’re doing Vegas this weekend. I think you’ll find that something new.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t make no plans for me, Lani. You always wanna play matchmaker.”

“I didn’t have matchmaking in mind—well not in the way you think,” I gibed.

Her jaw dropped, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yeah, Vegas would be a damn good time all right, I thought, as we finished our meal.

By the time we got to the mall, Lewis had texted the info for the first-class flight he’d booked for the two of us. He made sure to add the message, “Making sure two queens travel the way they deserve.” When I showed Nix, she rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was just as in awe as I was from the smile on her face.

Take-off was eight in the morning, which meant the rest of the day would be jamb packed to ensure everything got done. We flitted from store to store and spent money like we meant it. What was supposed to be a two maybe three store stop turned into four hours of complete indulgence. With the intent to pick up something nice for Lewis, we found ourselves in Agent Provocateur.

After trying on a few pieces, I suckered Nix into trying some things on too. She didn’t protest with this. She liked lingerie, no matter the reason. She thought it would be just for her pleasure, but I was beginning to formulate an alternate plan, one she had no idea about, but she would—in time.

When we were both dressed in our final selections, Nix snapped a picture of me in a yellow number and sent it to Lewis.

MSG: Decisions, Decisions.

In less than a minute, his response came through.

MSG Lew: Sold! Matter fact, get it in every color.

Two hours later, with take-out in hand, we made it home. It was late, but instead of packing and getting some rest, we decided to binge-watch the newest season of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina on Netflix. As you ate, you gossiped, laughed, and enjoyed the time together as you always did. There was a reason you’d moved in together; you genuinely liked each other and enjoyed hanging out together.

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-Friday-

The next day after two hours of chaos with last-minute packing, dancing, an impromptu fashion show, and taking turns doing each other’s makeup and hair, we finally were seated in first-class enjoying a glass of rosé.

“Man, he sure knows how to charm a girl,” Nix joked.

“You have no idea.”

“Uh—I kinda do. You’ve literally told me everything about him,” she added.

She was right. I had told her quite a bit about him. I’d also tried to get them to meet a few times, but each time one or both of them had other things they had to do. I wasn’t worried they wouldn’t like each other; I was sure once they spoke, they’d hit it off. I was counting on it for my plan to work.

“So—Nix,” I began, again in my sweet as honey voice.”

“Don’t try to use your charms on me, Lani. I know all your tricks,” she countered.

Rolling my eyes, I pouted and decided to forge on. “What do you think of Lew?”

“I told you, he’s cute.”

“Yeah, but what else?”

Nix looked at me as if she were trying to figure out my angle.

“I don’t know him, Lani. From what I’ve seen, he seems like a cool guy, end of story.”

It wasn’t a raving review, but I had to take it. Maybe her tune would be different after she got to see what he was about.

“Just—know that you’re the only person I don’t mind sharing with,” I dropped before I popped my AirPods in. I could feel her eyes on me, but I pretended not to notice. I’d give her the flight to marinate on what I meant.

After a three hour nonstop flight, we made it to baggage claim and got our belongings, then went in search of the driver that was supposed to be waiting for us as per Lewis’s text message from this morning. It didn’t take long to find him because he held up a sign with both your names on it.

“That’s us.”

“Great. Welcome to Vegas, I’m Drew. I’ll be your driver. Is this everything?”

He nodded toward mine and Nix’s six total pieces of luggage. I nodded and allowed him to gather them before he walked ahead, leading us out of the busy airport. Once we made it outside, Drew ushered us into the waiting luminous pearl white Mercedes Maybach.

“I don’t think that yellow number from Provocateur is gonna be enough,” Nix teased, making me giggle way too loudly.

She was right though, mans was putting in all the stops. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, though. Lewis liked to enjoy life. He liked the finer things and didn’t see a reason not to indulge in moderation.

The drive wasn’t obscenely long, but it was filled with quite a bit of traffic, especially considering it was just past eleven in the morning. Google said it was supposed to be a twenty-minute ride from the airport, but it turned out to be nearly thirty fives. Neither of us minded. We chatted, recorded a series of lives, and took several pictures to post to our respective socials.

Once the car pulled up to the hotel, we walked inside, taking in every detail while I pulled out my phone. It was a beautiful hotel.

MSG: Should I just give your name to the reception or something else?

“No need. I gotchu.”

I spun around, coming face to face with a dimpled and smiling Lewis.

“Aah, babe!” Lewis came in for a hug, and once he wrapped his arms around me, I moaned. His arms felt so damn strong. He was not gimping on his workouts.

“How’d you know we were here?”

“I got the alert from the driver and the company,” he responded as he kissed my cheek. He smelled so fucking good.

“How are you, babe?”

“Better now that you guys are here,” Lewis answered with a wide smile.

I shook my head; the charm would be the death of me. Lewis’s eyes had already drifted to Lynix, who was standing back a few feet.

“Finally, you two can meet. Lew, this is Lynix, my best friend in the entire world,” I declared with one hand holding Lewis’s and reaching out for Nix’s hand with my other.

They both just stared at each other for a few moments without speaking.

“Lynix,” Lewis began.

“Nix,” she corrected. “The only people who call me Lynix are my parents and acquaintances.”

Lewis smiled and nodded. “Glad to know I’m not an acquaintance.”

Nix smirked and shrugged. “You’re a minuscule notch above it. I’d be careful, though.”

Lewis’s laugh was loud as it echoed throughout the lobby. “Wow. Of course, she’d be just as witty as you,” he said, glancing across to me. I shrugged. I had told him we were pretty similar.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Lewis added before I slipped his hand to hers, letting them both go.

Both of them looked at me with a question in their eyes, but it quickly faded before they looked back to each other and shook hands.

“Same here.”

A few more seconds elapsed with both of them holding hands before Nix dropped his. I pinched my lips, sensing that everything was falling into place. From the look on Nix’s face, I could tell she thought he was more than cute.

“Okay, let’s head up to the penthouse and get you two settled,” Lewis announced.

The three of you, the bellhop, and a few other hotel guests, rode the elevator. Lewis asked questions about the flight and if everything was good with the drive over. I happily thanked him for everything he’d done thus far and took the chase to tease him with touches. The thing I loved about Lewis was he was equally as flirtatious as I was. He liked to tease as much as I did and did it with ease. Every touch I placed on his arm, chest, and cheek, he returned with his lips to my ear as he whispered to me, or his hand on my hip as he held me close, or even his words. He knew his appeal and always used it as a weapon.

Once you made it to the penthouse level and walked inside, Lewis handled the bellhop and directed him to where the bags went while I dragged Nix to the balcony to marvel at the beauty that was Las Vegas. I looked over to Nix and bounced my hip against her.

“See. I told you this was a good idea.”

“Fine, this is gorgeous,” she finally admitted.

I pulled my phone out, ready for another picture. As we posed and blew kisses to the camera, neither of us noticed Lewis approach the balcony doors. When I looked over, he wore a soft smile as he watched.

“Babe, get in these pictures!”

He held his hands up. “I don’t wanna barge in where I’m not wanted.”

“Oh, you’re more than wanted, right, Nix.”

She licked her lips and shrugged. “The more, the merrier.”

Lewis scoffed and nodded as he came over to stand to the other side of me, leaving me in the middle. After two or three pictures, I moved him to the middle, so it was a proper sandwich.

“That’s better. It’s more aesthetically pleasing,” I remarked. Both Nix and Lewis simply nodded.

“Everyone say, Sin City!”

We all shouted it as my phone did snap after snap. I liked to do the burst shots because I preferred natural-looking pictures, and out of the twenty in the burst, there was bound to be at least four that were gold. After about five minutes of posing for pictures with Lewis in the frame, he took over as the cameraman. It was over then. When you put us in front of a camera together with someone else taking the snaps, we turned into a whole different monster. It was like when the power rangers morphed together into that one super ranger.

I turned my back to Lewis and looked over my shoulder. Nix leaned close, touching her cheek to mine while resting her hand on top of my ass. I peeped the way Lewis lowered the camera for a few seconds before he brought it back up to take the picture. When we changed poses for me to lift Nix’s leg to show off the skin of her thigh, Lewis again lowered the phone, this time I saw him lick his lips before he sucked his bottom one for a few moments. This was going swimmingly, I thought to myself.

Lewis let us settle in while he took care of a little business, and that was when I saw he’d had my bags placed in his room. It felt good to know he was on the same page as you were about this Vegas trip. Sometimes it was hard to decipher what someone’s true thoughts and feelings were. With Lewis, sometimes it was plain as day.

The knock at the door had me turning to see Nix leaning on the door looking around.

“So, what’s the plan? I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Listen, don’t try to hunger shame me, just feed me,” she countered as she walked inside the room to plop down beside me.

“Look.”

Handing her my phone so she could see the comment under one of the pictures I’d posted from the balcony shoot. I watched her face closely, and when I saw her jaw drop, I snorted.

“Your followers are freaks.”

The two of you laughed together before Nix stretched out on the bed. As if not liking the position, she brought her legs under her to sit on her shins. The shorts she wore had ridden up her thigh.

“I mean, he said it, not me,” I defended as I got more comfortable. Not realizing how close my phone was, I accidentally pushed it off the bed.

“I’ll get it,” Nix offered, crawling to the right side of the bed to bend over the edge to get my phone.

With Nix’s ass high in the air, that was the moment Lewis walked in. Almost instantly, his eyebrow shot up with his eyes glued to her ass. It couldn’t have gone better even if I had planned it. He liked what he saw.

“I got it.” She handed me the phone.

“Hey, babe.”

In shock, Nix yelped and turned, looking at Lewis.

“You guys look super comfortable in here,” Lewis answered. I laid down, placing my head in Nix’s lap.

“It’s a nice bed, hard not to be comfortable.”

Lewis loudly cleared his throat before he spoke. “So, what do you guys want to do?”

“This one is begging to be fed,” I said, tapping Nix’s knee.

“Okay, let’s go. I know the perfect restaurant.”

“Great,” Nix replied, instantly moving off the bed. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” With that, she was gone.

Lewis’s eyes roamed over my body before he crossed the room to stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at me.

“How long’s it been?”

“You tell me,” I countered. His smile was again one of the flirt.

“A few weeks?”

“Just about.”

Lewis lowered his body on top of mine, but he didn’t touch me. I opened my legs, pressing them back to the mattress, reminding him just who he was fucking with. I watched him look down my body to my pressed back legs. He scoffed before he looked back to my eyes.

“Ready for me, huh?”

Bringing my foot to his crotch, I felt his hardening patch. “Maybe about as ready as you are for me.”

Quickly Lewis dropped his lips to mine and kissed me. Wasting no time, he delved his tongue into my mouth, swirling his with mine. I moaned on his lips and wrapped my legs around his back. Finally, he pressed his muscled body to mine, teasing me with every hardened plane of his frame. He was absolute perfection.

Lewis moaned once more before he pulled away. “Didn’t you want to eat?”

“I could definitely eat,” I said, reaching for the buttons of his pants. He groaned and took a few steps back.

“Good things come to those who wait, beautiful.”

Lewis nudged his head, signaling for us to go. He was going to be the death of me, I thought.

Twenty minutes later, the three of us found ourselves at a restaurant that served a mix of breakfast and lunch options. When we sat, Nix moved to sit on my right while keeping Lewis on my left, but after a subtle rearrangement, Lewis was in the middle with both of us on either side of him. I could tell she had questions, but she kept them to herself. I knew I’d have to clue her in soon.

“So Nix, anything in particular you want to do while here?”

She looked at Lewis as she finished chewing. “Not really. I’m pretty easy.”

“Oh, really?”

She smirked and shook her head, “When it comes to fun,” Nix clarified. Lewis smiled and nodded.

“Lani’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh yeah? All bad, I’m sure. Don’t believe anything she’s told you.”

I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes.

“Oh, so don’t believe that you’re funny as hell, really sweet, talented, a damn good cook, and that you’re a great person?”

Nix looked at me and melted. She was easy.

“Awww, Lani,” she began.

“Shut up, don’t make it weird.”

The three of us chuckled before Nix continued. “Those you can believe, but I’m not as sweet as she says.”

“You look pretty sweet to me,” Lewis slid in.

The way Nix looked at him said she was speechless. When she looked at me, I smiled and gave her a look to say, “told you.” The man was walking charm.

“Looks can be deceiving.”

“You’re sweeter than you look,” I added, leaning to Lewis’s cheek to place a soft kiss to it. “Trust me,” I whispered into his ear.

A few moments later, my phone went off.

MSG Nix: What are you doing?

MSG: Nothing. What do you mean?

MSG Nix: You’re being weird.

MSG: I’m not. I promise.

MSG Nix: What are you up to?

MSG: Nothing.

The look she gave me was one that said she didn’t believe shit out my mouth. I didn’t blame her. I was utterly up to no good.

After some lunch, Lewis took us around to show us the sights along the strip. The three of us quickly roamed through Vegas’s version of Ripley’s Believe or Not before making it to do a little retail therapy. I roamed around the store with my arm laced through Lewis’s picking up different things. That was when I got one of my best ideas. With my arms filled with clothes, I whispered to Lewis for him to sit back and enjoy the show.

When I came out dressed in a skin-tight dress, Lewis’s eyes roamed my body, examining the way it hugged my curves.

“Do you like it?”

Lewis signaled me to spin, so I did. When I looked at him again, he looked pleased.

“The color’s nice on you. Looks good.”

“Your turn Nix. Come on.”

“I don’t have to come out. I’m good.”

Rolling my eyes, I went to the door of her dressing room, opened it, and pulled her out.

“Lani!”

“Wow, that looks incredible on you.”

She traced her hands over her body before she turned to look in the mirror, turning her back to Lewis.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely, get it. Right, babe?”

Nix didn’t turn, but I saw her looking at him through the mirror.

“Yeah, get it,” Lewis answered before his eyes dropped back to his phone.

That was not acceptable, I thought.

On the second reveal, I wore a low cut white top and a pair of leather pants. Lewis had me come closer to touch on the pants. While he appreciated visuals, he appreciated the touch more. When Nix came out, she had on a figure-hugging leather dress with a plunging neckline.

“Wow,” Lewis exclaimed.

Bingo, I thought. Nix turned to face him, but she looked at me. Nodding my encouragement, she looked at him.

“Yeah? Is that a good wow?”

“Uh—it’s, you look great,” Lewis added.

“You can do better than that, babe,” I coaxed.

Lewis licked his lips and slid his phone back into his pocket. “It looks good on you.”

As I walked back into my dressing room, I heard him correct himself. “Really good.”

I considered that a win.

After trying on a few more items, we cashed out. Lewis being the gentleman he was offered to pay for the entire thing. Nix protested, but when she did, he insisted even more, so she conceded and accepted defeat.

When we made it to one of Vegas’s most popular attractions—the sky jump from the top of the STRAT hotel, Lewis went first and made it look like a breeze. He was so carefree about it too that it made me want to go next. Nix didn’t protest; she looked terrified.

Once I jumped off the edge, it was the most exhilarating and terrifying feeling I’d ever felt. Everything zipped past my eyes. For a few seconds, I felt like I wasn’t attached to the rope and that I was plummeting to my death, but the minute the rope snagged and bounced me up, and down I relaxed. It was incredible. Vegas was beautiful.

When it was Nix’s turn, she damn near freaked out. She tried several times to back out, but I wouldn’t let her. After several minutes of talking her into it and assuring her it would be the best thing ever, she approached the operator only to back away. That was when Lewis stepped in.

“Look at me, if you really don’t want to do it, that’s cool but listen to my voice for a minute. Are you looking at me?”

She nodded. Lewis placed his hands on his waist and held her in place.

“The worst part is right here. Don’t think about it. You’re safe. This will be one of the things you’ll remember for the rest of your life. This is all we have in life, memories of experiences, and times we truly lived. After everything Lani’s told me about you, I’m sure you can do this.”

Though she still looked as if she were half a heartbeat from passing out, she looked more confident. Nix nodded and turned back around. She stood there for almost a full minute before she shook her head no.

“Would it be better if Lew did it with you?”

Both sets of eyes landed on me. It was obvious they hadn’t thought about it.

“He can go with her, right?”

The three of us looked back to the operator who nodded.

“See,” I added.

“I don’t wanna make you. It would be weird,” Nix protested.

“No, it wouldn’t be weird. It’s fine. Are you okay with it?”

“Absolutely,” I assured.

Lewis suited up again, and in less than a minute, he was ready to take another dive. As I watched the operator secure them both the harness, I had to hold the glee in to yet another situation I hadn’t planned that was working in my favor. I knew Nix, and in order for her to be at all receptive to what I was going to suggest, she had to be comfortable. When they were secured, Nix and Lewis were harnessed together fastened together at the chest. They looked like conjoined twins.

Nix looked to me, and I gave her two thumbs up and a smile.

“You got this bestie!” She rolled her eyes and looked like she wanted to kill me for getting her into this.

“Ready?”

“No.”

Lewis chuckled before he nodded to the operator, and just like that, he jumped, taking them both over the edge. I could hear Nix’s scream the entire time. It was too funny not to laugh. There were a few moments of silence, but they didn’t last long. From the video attached to the contraption's overhead hood, I could see that her legs were now wrapped around his waist, and Lewis was securely holding her to him. His laugh was loud, as was her chastising him for laughing at her. They were already bantering like old friends. By the time the operator began pulling them back up, they were now staring at each other like not quite just friends. Maybe this would be easier than I thought, I theorized.

We took in a few more sights before we stopped at the famous Bellagio fountains to take in the show. It was beautiful. I could tell why Vegas always mystified everyone. It was easy to become another person and get lost in the lights. Coming here, lines always became blurred. When we got back to the penthouse, the plan was to freshen up and get ready for dinner, then a club.

After a shower, I stood in front of the window, trying to decide which dress to wear. That was when Lewis crept up behind him, wrapping his arms around my midsection.

“There you are. Where’ve you been?”

“I had a little meeting with my team. I’m sorry,” he whispered while kissing a trail from my shoulder up my neck until he got to my ear lobe. Moaning, I sank back onto him.

“You smell incredible.”

“I know.”

Lewis’s hand slowly slid down my body until it dipped into my underwear. When I felt the soft brush of his fingers against my sex, I sharply gasped, dropping my head back onto his chest.

“Mmm.”

“Yeah, you’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”

I nodded; there was no point in frontin’. He began slowly, lazily circling around my clit. His touch was so damn soft. It felt as If it was barely there. Within seconds I began wriggling, hoping he got the hint to pick up the pace. Lewis chuckled, clearly enjoying how he had you.

“What do you want, babe?”

“You know what I want, Lew.”

“Use your words, princess.”

I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I also wanted my happy ending.

“Make me come, daddy.”

Lewis groaned loudly, sending the vibrations through my body. That was all it took for my body to blaze. Lewis pinched my clit then slapped it.

“Fuck, babe.”

“Are you wet for me, princess?”

“So fucking wet.”

He circled my clit again, this time giving you the amount of pressure and speed you needed. Sighing, you focused on the sensations that were coursing through you. His hands were a major turn-on for me. He looked like he used them often. Just as I was getting used to the way my body hummed from his fingers, he switched it up. When you felt him dip his middle finger inside of me, my knees buckled.

Lewis’s strong arms held me steady as he backed us to the bed. He sat and placed me on his lap, leaving my legs wide for him. He retreated his finger only to add another digit to slip inside of me.

“Mmm, fuck daddy.”

“You are wet for me. You feel so fucking hot.”

The slow way he sank and retreated his fingers inside of me only inched me closer and closer to madness. My pants echoed in the room and mingled with his deep, sultry moans. When he pulled them out to show you what a mess you’d made, he brought them to your lips.

“Clean them off.”

Not needing to be told twice, I lowered my lips over his fingers and sucked them clean, all the while showcasing just how deep my throat went. His moan became louder, but before you could take control of the moment, he pulled his fingers free and dipped three digits inside of you, stretching you—prepping you for his thickness.

“Fuck!”

His movements were no longer slow. He plunged in and out of me with a speed that had your back arching and your hand wrapping around the back of his neck where your nails sunk in.

“You sure you wanna come?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, daddy. Please make me come.”

Lewis added a twisting and rotating motion. It felt as if there was some sort of spiraling toy inside of me, and that was when I lost my shit.

“Yes, yes, fuck! I’m coming!”

It must have been music to his ears because, with his other hand, he pinched my nipple, sending me over the threshold and into a soft cloud pillow of ecstasy.

“Such a good girl!”

Lewis pulled his fingers free, and they were absolutely soaked. He gently tossed me onto the bed, then stood before me. I watched as he licked and sucked his fingers clean before he added a sly wink before he turned and walked into the bathroom.

Dropping my head to the bed, I groaned out, “The fuck!”

Dinner was delicious. Lewis picked one of the five-star restaurants that had given him an open invitation to come and see what they had to offer. When he walked in, all eyes were on the three of you. No doubt every woman wondering the same thing—how could they get a piece of him. all through dinner, the three of you laughed and told stories.

Lewis told Nix and several stories from his set life and even dropped some fun facts about some of his costars or scenes we’d seen in some of his shows. When he asked about some of the shenanigans we got into, I didn’t hesitate telling him several stories that showcased Nix and my insanity. Every story had him laughing, and Nix cringing from all the tea I was dropping.

“I can’t believe we did half of that,” Nix remarked.

“Oh stop, don’t act like it was some other person. Your ass is just as crazy as me. It’s one of the reasons we get along so well. Plus, I know you always have my back,” I added.

Lewis raised his glass. “To best friends then.”

Nix and I raised our glasses, but before anyone took a drink, I spoke up. “To best friends and new friends.”

The two of them looked at me, shrugged, then tapped glasses.

As the liquor burned its way down my throat, I shivered and flailed my hands. “Wooo, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to dance!”

Within five minutes, the three of us were in the back of another chauffeured car on our way to one of the hottest clubs in Vegas.

“So, is there a Mr. Vix?”

“If there were, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I doubt you’re the kind of woman who would allow a man to dictate what she could or couldn’t do,” Lewis countered.

She has a soft smile on her lips, a sign of her conceding.

“No, there’s no Mr. Nix.”

“Is that by choice or circumstance?”

“I choose my circumstances so--.”

If there was one thing, Lewis liked it was mental sparring. I could tell he was intrigued by her. It made my plan easier.

When we walked into the club, the music's loudness and the bright neon colors set the tone for the night. It was going to be a crazy, fun few hours. After situating in one of the VIP areas and downing a few drinks, I was up dancing with Nix while Lewis watched on and bopped to the music. As the alcohol began to take effect, we got into dancing and having a good time. Soon it became who could dance the most despite the number of drinks they’d had.

After an hour or so, I pulled Lewis up to dance with us. I was in the middle with Lewis behind me and Nix in front. She twerked her ass onto me, while I did the same to Lewis. He held his own, but I wasn’t surprised. He looked like he knew how to dance. It was yet another turn-on. Lewis nipped my neck before he playfully rammed my ass with his crotch. Turning to him, I whispered I was going to get another drink.

“Dance with Nix.” He met my eyes with a question in his. Before he could open his mouth, I kissed him and walked off.

It wasn’t a complete lie. I did want to get another drink, but I also wanted him to dance with Nix. After a few moments, Lewis approached her. She was at the railing, holding on with one hand while waving the other in the air. She was lost in her own world. I knew it was partly because of the alcohol. She turned and came face to face with him. both of them awkwardly laughed before Nix cheered along with everyone around when the DJ changed the song to Despacito.

As she sang along, they both swayed to the beat. Every so often, Lewis leaned in and whispered something to her that had her giggling. Once the chorus started, she’d spun around and began winding her hips, adding in that Latin flare that Miami was known for, and that was also embedded in her DNA.

Lewis dropped his eyes to her ass for so long. I didn’t think he’d make a move to dance with her, but when he stepped closer and placed his hand on Nix’s waist, I jumped as if I’d seen my own child score a touchdown. Soon their bodies synced, and they were dancing to the music but at a respectful distance. Lewis grabbed her hand and spun her back around, and the two did a mix of a salsa and bachata.

From afar, they looked like they were having a good time. They sure as hell danced well together. Toward the middle of the song, he spun Nix back around. This time her back was pressed to his chest. That was when Nix rolled her body to dip to the floor. While bringing herself back up, she poked her ass out but not far enough that she touched him. Getting closer, I thought to myself before I made my way back over.

By the end of the night, the three of you were tripping over your feet. Once we pushed through the penthouse's doors, it was Nix who had the idea to get into the pool. She wasted no time stripping down to her underwear and jumping in. Lewis and I were not far behind her. We swam and joked around with each other like drunken fools who had no cares in the world. After about an hour of swimming and acting like children with water games like Marco Polo and catch, we were leaned against the pool's wall enjoying another drink.

“The two of you are a lot of fun,” Lewis sighed out before he knocked back another rum shot.

“I tried to tell you. We know how to have a good time,” I reiterated.

“As you can see by the one who has on no bra, she’s the one who has the most fun,” Nix teased.

“You’re welcome to join the no bra club to take part in the fun,” I countered.

There was no missing my meaning, and from the way she looked at me, I knew she got it. Nix looked like she was thinking about it, then her eyes shifted to Lewis who was watching the exchange. She made a move as if to unhook the front of her strapless bra, but as her hands made it to the front of her body, she lowered them and cleared her throat.

“Ehm, I’m exhausted, probably jet-lagged. I think I’m gonna go pass out.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” She turned and swam to the steps of the pool before she climbed out of the water. “But by all means—you two enjoy the rest of the night.”

Nix scooped up her dress off the floor and walked toward the sliding doors. “Oh, Lewis, thank you for the invitation this weekend.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nix nodded, then disappeared inside.

“Is she okay?”

“Probably just drank too much.”

I swam to him, took his glass, and finished it before placing it behind him. “What would you say if I didn’t trust myself to walk?”

“Then, I’d carry you to bed.”

Crashing my lips to his, my mouth stole his moan and made it my own. In seconds I was more than ready to be carried to bed and fucked to sleep. As if hearing my thoughts, Lewis pulled me to him and swam toward the steps. Forgetting our clothes, he walked inside, never taking his lips from mine. At the top of the steps in the hall, he pressed me to the wall giving me an idea of how much he wanted me. Scraping his back, I moaned loudly.

“Fuck I’m so hard for you.”

“I want you, Lew.”

When be busted into the bedroom, he quickly dropped me back onto the bed and peeled off his boxer-briefs as I pulled off my underwear. When he pressed between your legs, you whispered to him to fuck you. Your self-control was gone, and you didn’t care if there was no foreplay. This entire day was foreplay enough.

When Lewis thrust forward, connecting our bodies, I shrieked out and arched backward. Lewis pressed his hand to the center of my body as he rotated his hips, making my thighs hit the bed, giving him complete access to ruin you any way he saw fit.

“Fuck, Lani!”

His thrusts sped up and turned bruising. Each connection had your breasts swinging and your body shaking. Just when you were getting used to the pace, he set he changed the name of the game and slowed it down, making goosebumps prickle my skin. His lips found yours, and he took control of that too, the same way he was showing me owned my pussy tonight.

“Whose pussy is this, Lani?”

“Yours.”

“Damn right, it’s mine!”

As if shedding the gentleness, he kicked it up a notch with the way he plowed into me. With every dip, your body hugged him, making it next to impossible for him to retreat. With every snug squeeze, Lewis grunted loudly.

“Fuck, right there, daddy.”

When he pulled out and flipped me onto my belly, I knew what was coming. Within seconds, he slammed back inside of me, sending his dick so deep I saw stars. It was then I realized the blinds in the room were wide open.

“Mm. I love how wet you are for me. Does this pussy love this dick?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Lewis grabbed the back of my neck and went to town. I could tell he was lost in his pleasure and the pursuit of his own release. It didn’t take long for your legs to shake and for you to drop onto the bed. With you splayed across the mattress, he only adjusted his angle and fed you every single thick inch he possessed. In seconds I’d come for the fourth time and gripped him as if he threatened to leave. His thrusts staggered and became sloppier and more desperate. He was close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Lani. Do you want it?”

“Yes, daddy, give it to me.”

After a few more thrusts, he slammed forward and shot stream after stream inside of me. Every few seconds, he grunted and tried to bury himself deeper and deeper though there was nowhere else for him to go. I was filled to the hilt. Thank god I were on birth control, you thought. That could have been the one to make him a real-life daddy.

“Fuck, girl!”

Lewis dropped a heavy slap to my ass before he collapsed beside me. Both of us laid there, trying to catch our breath before passing out from sheer exhaustion and satisfaction.

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Goodbye, Until Tomorrow pt 2

Missing Japril moments from when Jackson served April with the papers to the divorce.

Chapter 1: The Decision

Chapter 2: The Night Before

Jackson

It had been a little inconvenient and slightly stupid, choosing Saturday. He had the wedding and had to write a speech, but he didn’t want to stretch this out. A dark thought occurred to him and even he had to laugh: Is there ever a convenient time to schedule a divorce? The sooner it was over with, the sooner they both can move forward, move on.

He had a plan. They were going to meet at the lawyer’s office at 10am and the wedding wouldn’t start until 1pm. Plenty of time. It wasn’t lost to Jackson that focusing on the logistics was easier than focusing on the reality of the situation. He set out the wedding tux and his divorce suit next to each other. If there was ever an example of irony, it was this. It seemed wrong to have them next to each other. He hid the divorce suit in the closet so he didn’t have to look at it anymore.

Jackson had been staying at a hotel for two weeks now. He had been putting off getting a permanent place. Every time his realtor emailed him a new showing, he felt the strong need to throw up. That felt a little too…final, which was misguided since they were signing the papers tomorrow. In their divorce agreement, Jackson had let April take the apartment, which he had taken some convincing. She had made it clear that she didn’t want anything from him. But he could afford to live anywhere and wanted to give her this, at least. Jackson thought about that old apartment. It held the most important moments of his life, the best and the worst. Their first months as secret newlyweds, finding out that they were pregnant, building the nursery, crying to sleep together, crying to sleep alone. Those moments had all been there. He was leaving behind such a huge part of his life, but that doesn’t mean he was ready to start a new one.

Jackson sat down at the desk and reread all the paperwork to make sure that he had everything that he needed for tomorrow. On top of the pile was a schedule for tomorrow’s preceding.

It was funny how their wedding wasn’t something they planned at all, besides a few phone calls on road and yet their divorce was scheduled down to the minute.

10am: Review documents

10:30am: Discuss any disputes

10:45am: Sign documents

11am: End meeting.

His lawyer had sent over the “official” schedule earlier that week. Jackson thought the lawyer was a complete idiot, but his mother had insisted he was one of the best that money could buy. Their first meeting hadn’t gone well at all.

“Your post-nuptial agreement from your mother’s lawyer is air-tight, which is very very good. She won’t be getting any significant amount of your money or your family’s money,” The lawyer laughed. The damn bastard had laughed. Jackson almost fired him on the spot, but starting the whole process over again was something Jackson couldn’t fathom.

Jackson couldn’t help but remember the day they signed the postnup. His mother had pummeled into town, the force of nature that she was, and decidedly burst the cozy marriage bubble that April and Jackson were enjoying. But it was a non-issue, April never wanted any of Jackson’s money. Hell, she still couponed even when he had seven figures in their bank account. His stomach twisted, when he remembered April’s words from that day.

“I don’t want your money. I want you. A pre-nup or whatever the hell it is, is only for if we get divorced, which were not going to do”

Hindsight was a real bitch. I love her. She’s the one, he had confidently told his mother. And he had truly believed that with all his heart. However, Jackson knew those were different people. Those were the before-April-and-Jackson. They lived in a time before Samuel died in their arms, before Jordan, before the years of hurting each other at every damn turn.

Sometimes, late at night when he couldn’t sleep, Jackson would picture how their lives look in another universe, a universe where Samuel hadn’t died. Would they be a happy family, taking Samuel to the park and pre-school? Would they live in a big house down by the marina where April could raise ducks? Would they have another one on the way? She always wanted a big family.

However, those thoughts never saw the light of day. Those were the thoughts that creep in when you are half-asleep without reason or reality to stop you. But morning always came and Jackson had to accept that they weren’t in that universe, even if he wished with all his might that they were.

No. They were where they were and they had to live with it.

He picked up his phone mindlessly. He scrolled through his messages. He stopped at her name, she was further down since they hadn’t been speaking. The last time they had texted each other was before she had been served the papers.

AK: Hey. You coming by tonight?

JA: I can’t. Skull fracture, probably be here until late.

AK: Ok. good luck. I love you.

He hadn’t responded. He hadn’t said thank you or good night or I love you, too. He remembers feeling annoyed and suffocated. All her kindness and affection just made him angry, because it was too late. She got the papers the next day and the rest was history.

He stood there, staring at his phone. He wanted to call her so badly, it hurt. He wanted one last...something. He threw his phone across the room. No good would come from any of that. He went downstairs to the hotel bar to get a very large glass of bourbon.

April

It was the early days of their elopement. They hadn’t told anyone yet, but they were newlyweds in-love and wanted to act like it. So, they would drive an hour to Bellevue to a small dingy, but no less delicious Italian restaurant, where they would kiss, eat, and be very very merry. On this particular Wednesday night, there was old band playing Frank Sinatra covers. April somehow had convinced Jackson to dance. He had put up a fight at first, but soon he was spinning and dipping her as they laughed together. A slow song began to play and Jackson pulled her in close. She sighed.

‘I never thought I could love someone this much, Jackson.’

Who the pianist? Me too. He’s dreamy,’ She hit him playfully.

‘Hey. I love you’ he whispered in her ear, shivers spread through her whole body.

‘Hey. I love you, too’ she smiled into his chest.

He lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the lips. He was so very hers and she was his and this is all she had ever wanted.

“Hey…. April. Hello? Is anybody in there?” Suddenly, Arizona was in front of her, snapping her fingers in front of April’s face.

“God… Yes! What?” April snapped.

“Hey. Snarkypants. I am not the enemy,” Arizona held up her hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry. Sorry. I just…” She shrugged, not able to articulate the thought.

“Why don’t you go home? I’ll come over, Callie can take Sofia and we can watch movies and pig out. Then tomorrow we drink until our eyes cross. Girls weekend, wooo!” Arizona attempted a pathetic fist pump, but dropped it when she saw April’s expression.

“I... I’m swamped tonight. I can’t” April started to walk away, but Arizona followed her.

“Okay. Okay. But hey, listen here. Tomorrow. I am coming over even if I have to break down the door.” She waited for a response.

“Okay” April nodded.

“Good. And I am going to bring lots and lots of booze.” This caused April to finally smile. Arizona continued, “April? Make sure you take care of yourself today. Not just everyone else.”

With that, Arizona left April to her ER.

After three consecutive MVC’s, April was shocked to see that it was after 2am. The day was long and she spent every minute running around. She was exhausted, too tired to even make it home. She found an open on-call room and decided to try and sleep for a few hours. Tomorrow was the big day. She pondered what people did on the eve of divorces. Drink? Cry? She tried to picture what Jackson was doing. She had seen him in the cafeteria, earlier that day. He was sitting with Karev and Warren, talking. And she felt nothing. Not hurt or longing or anger.

As she lay in the uncomfortable bed, April Kepner was surprised that for once in her life, her mind was completely blank. She wasn’t making lists or planning her next steps or thinking about the people around her. Life kept moving forward and she was just in auto drive. Maybe she had used up all her tears for one lifetime. Maybe this was how she lived now. It would be a welcome change. She had always been the girl that was just about too much for everyone around her. April knew she was not that annoying naive girl anymore, she had been through too much. But that she didn’t mean she know who she was, because she sure as hell wasn’t a wife or a mother.

April realized that she had subconsciously picked their on-call room. The on-call room where April and Jackson had spent their early days when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The on-call room where they would sneak off to when they were hiding their marriage. The on-call room where they had spent so many nights entwined together.

She sat up in the dark room. April had to accept that she wasn’t going to get any sleep in this room tonight. Feeling restless, she opened the door and walked straight into Deluca, the intern, whose armful of supplies went flying down the hallway.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry,” April bent down to help pick up everything.

“No no no. My fault. Sorry, Dr. Kepner” He realized that finding all the loose debris was a losing battle.

“Here, I’ll help you restock,” she makes her way towards the supply closet.

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,”

“It’s okay. I don’t have anything better to do,” they walked in silence for a few seconds. “Graveyard shift?” April asked as they reached the closet.

“Yeah. Third one this week. I don’t think Webber is fond of me,” Deluca mumbled. They began making a new pile of supplies.

“I don’t know about that. But everyone has to do graveyard shifts, it is part of being an intern. I remember my intern year, we would play games like capture the flag when it got slow, just to stay alert,” She smiled at the memory. It was Charles’s idea at first, hide a hospital gown or scrub top, whoever found it had to run it to the locker room without being caught. Reed always thought it was too juvenile and April would pretend she agreed even though she was longing to play. But some nights when the boredom was too much, April couldn’t help herself. There was one instance, where she found the top, pretended to be dead, and had an orderly roll her to home base.

‘Damn April, who knew you had it in,’ Jackson laughed as he clapped her on the back. April remembered falling asleep that night, smiling that the cute intern had finally noticed her today. Of course, that was a million years ago.

She heard Deluca ask another question.

“What?”

“I asked, whether you ever won?” This caused April to laugh for the first time all day.

“You bet your ass I did.”

“Well thank you and maybe I’ll turn the pit into a hockey rink. See if I can’t get my own game going,” He picked up the supply pile and did an awkward head nod goodbye as he walked out the door, leaving April alone in the closest. She turned to leave when she realized what a mess Deluca had left the place. See this is why people hate interns, she thought to herself. Her inner clean-freak wouldn’t let her leave until the supply closet was somewhat organized. She putting a bedpan away when she spots something from the corner of her eye. It wasn’t large or shiny, but April felt her eyes drawn to the object. She reaches down and picks up it without thinking, it was a standard pregnancy test. How was it that something so small could hold so much weight?

April couldn’t help but think back on the two occasions she had to use them. The first had been the ill-fated pregnancy scare that had sent Jackson and her retreating away from each other, too scared to deal with the depth of their feelings. The second time had been just as inopportune as the first. They had a terrible argument that caused her to stay at Callie and Arizona’s house. She had picked a fight and pushed him until he cracked, she knew that. She was just so scared at how different their beliefs were. How were they going to raise a family together if they couldn’t even agree on such an important part of who she was?

April had run away to her friends’ house. It was there that she figured out why she was being so emotional. She was late, very late. She had been so wrapped up in married life that she hadn’t put it together, not until she had seen one of Callie and Arizona’s pregnancy tests bought in their excitement of trying for another kid. April remembered sitting in the bathroom for a long time, staring at the box. She finally got enough courage to use the test and after three terrifying minutes, there was no denying the plus sign. She was never the same after that moment. She became a mother. Even when Samuel died, she could never go back to who she was before. That person had died along with her son.

She grew up believing God doesn’t give you anything that you can’t handle. God has a plan for everything and everyone. When God closes a door, he opens a window. Standing in this supply closet, April did not feel his guidance. She just felt stupid. What was the point? Why had it turned out like this?

On the day of Samuel’s birth and death, April had felt that God was laughing at her, even in her grief she had felt his presence. But now, April stared at the pregnancy test and thought about all that could have been and all that she lost, she felt no presence at all

She needed to be far away from the hospital. She ran from the supplies closet only stopping to grab her keys from the attendings’ lounge. As she reached her car, the sky was getting lighter in the morning dawn. She didn’t even bother turning on any lights when she made it home. She walked straight into bedroom and the minute her head touched the pillow, April fell thankfully and dreamlessly asleep.

#JAPRIL #japriledit #jackson avery #april kepner #jackson x april #jackson and april #april and jackson #grey's anatomy #ga #goodbye until tomorrow #if you thought the last chapter was sad #booooiii it only gets worse from here

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