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She rolled her eyes at Mason's expression, walking towards the door as she put her hair up. "Come on then," She called from the door, swinging it open to walk to his car. They might as well replace his car too with how old the car was.

After awhile, Mason was left panting, more out of breath than usual because of being unable to breathe through his nose. “I’ve missed this…” He mumbled, rolling off to the side of Brooklyn, a smile on his face. “I love you,”

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Brooklyn nodded in reply, giving a yawn, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee. "When were you thinking of going?" Brooklyn asked Mason with a questioning look, walking around the counter to wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss to his neck.

After awhile, Mason was left panting, more out of breath than usual because of being unable to breathe through his nose. “I’ve missed this…” He mumbled, rolling off to the side of Brooklyn, a smile on his face. “I love you,”

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Waking up late the next morning, Brooklyn stumbled out of bed to get a shower, leaning heavily against the shower wall as the hot water hit her back, helping wake her up a little bit. Once she was done and dressed, she wandered out to the kitchen to go through the cabinets in search of food.

After awhile, Mason was left panting, more out of breath than usual because of being unable to breathe through his nose. “I’ve missed this…” He mumbled, rolling off to the side of Brooklyn, a smile on his face. “I love you,”

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She nodded and quickly kissed Mason's cheek. "It'll be nice to spend the day together. I think it'll be good for Simon," She told Mason, gently rubbing his chest. Brooklyn rolled off to the side of him to bury herself under blankets, peering out at Mason.

After awhile, Mason was left panting, more out of breath than usual because of being unable to breathe through his nose. “I’ve missed this…” He mumbled, rolling off to the side of Brooklyn, a smile on his face. “I love you,”

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"I love you more," Brooklyn mumbled, pressing her face into Mason's shoulder, shutting her eyes as she caught her breath. "That was nice. But I'm so tired now... I think I'll call in sick tomorrow so I can sleep." She laughed softly and shook her head.

After awhile, Mason was left panting, more out of breath than usual because of being unable to breathe through his nose. “I’ve missed this…” He mumbled, rolling off to the side of Brooklyn, a smile on his face. “I love you,”

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"It's worth it. I'd take a broken nose if it mean we could have more sex," She murmured, giving a soft laugh. She pulled Mason's shirt over his head without any hesitation, giving him an eager smile before pulling her own shirt over her head.

"I just had no idea that’s what was wrong with him. I tried to think of everything and that never occurred to me. I thought he was on drugs or something…" Mason shook his head, gently running a finger over his swollen nose. "My students are going to think I got in a fight with someone… And lost. They don’t have much hope in me…" He laughed and stared down at Brooklyn, running a hand through her hair to help relax her. "I remember your dad was saying something about how badly he got bullied at school last time we saw him… Maybe he can help?"

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Giving a moan, Brooklyn wrapped her arms around Mason's neck. "Oh shut up you big dork," She muttered, giving another moan as he nipped at her neck, tugging slightly at his shirt, glad that they were able to finally relax some and actually have sex.

"I just had no idea that’s what was wrong with him. I tried to think of everything and that never occurred to me. I thought he was on drugs or something…" Mason shook his head, gently running a finger over his swollen nose. "My students are going to think I got in a fight with someone… And lost. They don’t have much hope in me…" He laughed and stared down at Brooklyn, running a hand through her hair to help relax her. "I remember your dad was saying something about how badly he got bullied at school last time we saw him… Maybe he can help?"

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Brooklyn giggled as she was pinned down, running a hand gently through his hair. "Well... He said he was going to sleep..." She gave a mischievous smile, nipping at Mason's jaw lightly. "You do look good without the glasses. I mean, you look good with them too, but I guess it's different. I like it."

"I just had no idea that’s what was wrong with him. I tried to think of everything and that never occurred to me. I thought he was on drugs or something…" Mason shook his head, gently running a finger over his swollen nose. "My students are going to think I got in a fight with someone… And lost. They don’t have much hope in me…" He laughed and stared down at Brooklyn, running a hand through her hair to help relax her. "I remember your dad was saying something about how badly he got bullied at school last time we saw him… Maybe he can help?"

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"Probably. My dad is all knowing..." She ave a soft laugh and nodded. "I'll call him tomorrow and see what he can do to help. But for now, I'm switching him to a different school... Which means we need to buy him a car and teach him how to drive. It's not exactly in biking distance." Brooklyn looked up at Mason and gently ran a hand through his hair. "But I don't want to think about it now. It's been a long day."

"I just had no idea that’s what was wrong with him. I tried to think of everything and that never occurred to me. I thought he was on drugs or something…" Mason shook his head, gently running a finger over his swollen nose. "My students are going to think I got in a fight with someone… And lost. They don’t have much hope in me…" He laughed and stared down at Brooklyn, running a hand through her hair to help relax her. "I remember your dad was saying something about how badly he got bullied at school last time we saw him… Maybe he can help?"

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"It sounded bad... Jesus..." She shook her head. "I have patients who go through that kind of stuff... But Simon... It's hard to process." Brooklyn frowned and hugged Mason tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. "No wonder he's been a mess."

Nodding over at her, Simon took the plate and quickly ate the sandwich, passing the plate back to Brooklyn before she could leave. “If I’m switching schools does that mean I don’t have to do my homework..?” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

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Brooklyn nodded and ran her hands gently up his chest. "Go for it. Could look really good." She gave a small smile, trying to picture it. She figured he'd look goofy with short hair, but maybe it would end up looking really good. She scooted closer to Mason, giving him a quick kiss.

Nodding over at her, Simon took the plate and quickly ate the sandwich, passing the plate back to Brooklyn before she could leave. “If I’m switching schools does that mean I don’t have to do my homework..?” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

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Heading back out to her own bedroom, she flopped down on the bed with a groan, running her hands through her dark hair. Brooklyn was sufficiently exhausted and ready to sleep as well, kicking off her pants to get more comfortable. 

Nodding over at her, Simon took the plate and quickly ate the sandwich, passing the plate back to Brooklyn before she could leave. “If I’m switching schools does that mean I don’t have to do my homework..?” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

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Rolling her eyes, Brooklyn shook her head. "No, you don't. You won't have to actually go to school until we get you switched, unless you want your mama to come with you as a meat shield." She gave a soft laugh and shook her head. "Don't get comfortable though, you'll be back in classes working soon."

Nodding over at her, Simon took the plate and quickly ate the sandwich, passing the plate back to Brooklyn before she could leave. “If I’m switching schools does that mean I don’t have to do my homework..?” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

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