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Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Chapter Nine

A/N Things are getting spicy

Breakfast was no different than normal and Daniel’s obvious annoyance from Louisa not coming back for dinner the night before seemed to have passed. He was back to his breathy remarks and cheeky smiles at her. Louisa felt herself more anxious than usual sitting beside him although part of her wanted to grab him and kiss that annoying smile off his face.

She forced her eyes on her breakfast and didn’t make eye contact with anyone throughout the entire meal.

Christian was expected to help his father with a bit of work after breakfast which left Louisa with undivided time to talk to Daniel. She led him back upstairs to the library and shut the door behind them.

“What do we need to talk about?” Daniel asked, watching her as she paced a bit over the hardwood floors.

She didn’t reply, her hands on her hips and lips pursed in thought as she paced back and forth.

“Louisa.” Daniel called.

“Christian said he loved me last night.” she said straightly, stopping to face him.

“Oh…okay.” Daniel’s jaw clenched slightly and he shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“And I told him I love him too. Because I do love him.”

“Okay.” Daniel said dully.

“But I…” Louisa sighed, closing her eyes a moment. She held her hands out in front of her as if trying to show the distance between them. “I cannot stop thinking about you.”

Silence feel between them. Daniel cleared his throat as if going to speak but Louisa continued,

“We cannot be doing this. We cannot be sneaking around like this behind everyone’s backs and we cannot be holding hands and stealing desserts and…and…and we cannot be kissing, alright?”

Daniel simply blinked at her.

“I need you to tell me that you understand.” Louisa said as sternly as she could. “This ends now.”

“I don’t understand though.” Daniel shrugged coolly.

“What is there to not understand?” Louisa crossed her arms over her chest.

“I don’t understand why you say that we can’t go on when five seconds ago you were saying you can’t stop thinking about me.”

Louisa was at a loss for words for a moment and she set her hands back on her hips, “Yes, well, I know what is right and just.”

“From society or from your heart?”

“Oh, Daniel.” Louisa scoffed tiredly.

“Because you kissed me too.” he took a small shuffle forward, a smirk playing at his lips. “And you held me there for way longer than I think either of us would like to admit.”

“Yes, I understand that it happened, but I do not think that-”

“Think that what?” Daniel moved closer still, biting back a smile as his hands danced down her arms to hold her hands. He watched her eyes fall to his lips and then how her head turned to try and avoid being caught staring.

“I think that it’s not fair to Christian.” Louisa breathed.

“You said so yourself, ‘what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him’.” Daniel whispered.

“Goodness, this is…” Louisa laughed light at herself as she shook her head is disbelief, “I just cannot stop thinking about you and it is absolutely ridiculous! I tried to tell myself it was a mistake and I should not have let myself been taken up in the moment when you kissed me but… merde, Daniel…my heart nearly yearns for you.”

“So what are we going to do?” Daniel laughed as he glanced back towards the door as if someone was listening in.

“I simply do not know. I told myself I need to say goodbye to you but…I cannot. I truly cannot.”

“No one needs to know.” Daniel said quickly. “I swear it. No one will know.”

“What are you proposing?” Louisa asked slowly.

“Let’s just sneak around a little. Let you feel alive for a little bit? A world away from boring galas and meetings with the Prime Minister. Doesn’t that sound exhilarating?”

“And Christian?”

“He won’t know. Ever. I promise.” Daniel held out one hand to shake on it. “You know I am good at being stealthy.”

Louisa glanced between his outstretched hand and his playful smirk, the youthful sparkle in his blue eyes making her heart skip a beat. She sighed at her body’s natural response to simply him standing in front of her, but she set her hand in his. Daniel pulled her in and pushed his lips onto hers, holding her hands tightly in his own.

Louisa felt the butterflies again, raising one hand to the back of his neck to keep him close, tilting her head a little to kiss him deeper. Daniel wrapped his arm around her waist, fingers tightening around the material of her dress as he held her against his body. Her hand fell out of his to grab onto the front of his shirt, pushing his lips apart with her own and he hummed softly into it. Daniel pushed her back against the table just behind her, his free hand falling onto the tabletop as they stumbled a little, both a bit dizzy from their intense kisses shared in utter secrecy.

“Daniel!”

The shout from downstairs had them throwing themselves apart, breathing heavily and cheeks flushed furious pinks. Louisa was holding herself up against the table, legs nearly ready to give out from under her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to calm her breathing. Daniel raked a hand through his hair as he walked quickly to the door of the library and yanked it open.

He shouted an annoyed, “Yes, Mother?!”

“Jonah is expecting you for lessons. Where are you?” she called loudly, her voice echoing over the tall ceilings of the palace staircase.

“I’ll be right there!” Daniel said back before turning back to Louisa across the room. “I’m so sorry.”

“Go on. I will see you at lunch.” Louisa smiled softly.

Daniel nodded once, keeping his eyes on her blushed cheeks as he backed out of the room, sending her a small smirk before he was rushing off to his lessons.

Louisa let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, collapsing into the chair and slumping herself down against the tabletop, hiding her smile into her arms. The sunlight pooling through the large paned windows glinted off her diamond ring on her left hand and she ran the rough stone over her tinging lips, a cheeky smile etched onto her face.

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Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Twenty-Two

A/N I originally planned this novel in two parts and this chapter would be the end of part one ;)

Wednesday, January 1st, 2020

Florence could hardly sleep on the last night of 2019. She found herself thinking about how much had changed that year as she laid alone in her queen size bed as the time passed midnight. Had it already been a year since Clementine was born? The year had really gone by fast.

When it was almost two am and sleep still hadn’t come, Florence climbed out of bed and walked quietly down the hallway, led by the city lights pooling through the living room windows. The nursery door was always kept a bit open and she stepped inside, taking a moment to watch the now one year old sleeping peacefully in her crib. Florence finally bent over and picked her up. Clementine stirred but easily rested her head on her mother’s shoulder, her arms draped around her neck as she was carried back to the master bedroom.

The fairy lights that were twisted around the headboard lit up the warm bed, the baby tucked safely into the blankets, framed on one side by a pillow with her mother on the other. Florence watched her daughter sleep, brushing her fingertips through her soft blonde hair. At six minutes past 3am, Florence finally fell asleep, comforted by the presence of her sweet lifeline.

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Callum came over to the apartment early in the morning, loaded with party supplies and gifts for the birthday girl. The party was to be set up in the social room of the apartment building, a small ballroom overlooking the nearby park. Michael and Luke showed up early to help put everything together, arranging tables as Callum and Florence set up the decorations. Emilio and Ivan showed up next. Emilio greeted her with a kiss to her cheek before he was turning to Clementine who was wobbling around the room, a helium balloon tied loosely to her wrist to keep track of her.

Callum set a few empty plastic bowls and bags of chips on the decorated snack table. Florence joined him, whispering a quick, “Matt’s coming to the party.”

A few chips flew onto the table as Callum’s shock made him rip the bag as he tried to open it.

“No, he’s not.” Callum said through his teeth, emptying a chip bag into a bowl.

“Yes, he is. We met up a few weeks ago and he’s doing so much better so I offered.”

“We’re not doing this again, Florence.”

“Nothing is going to happen. I’m so far past that part of my life. I promise you.” Florence turned to her brother. “This is probably the last time he’ll see Clementine ever. I need to you to be nice.”

“Maybe he should have done that first.”

“Callum. Please. You don’t have to even talk to him just don’t start shit.” Florence frowned. “It’s your niece’s first birthday, let’s just be calm about this please.”

“Fine.” Callum grumbled, shoving the empty snack bags into a garbage bag before walking off to the other side of the room to set up the gift table. Florence let out a small sigh of relief at how well that conversation had gone over. She couldn’t deny that she emotionally needed the approval of her twin brother for literally everything.

Guests started to show up around eleven, Matt being one of the first surprisingly. Callum avoided eye contact at all costs, focussing on Ivan’s comforting company as his twin sister went to say hello.

Connor came with the Clifford’s to help set up and Aidan came later with Jonah, Jack, Zach, and Corbyn. Daniel was still in Vancouver. Florence expected at least a text for Clementine’s birthday, but it was still radio silence from his end. Even Grayson managed to show up after everything they had been through. Of course, he wasn’t a fan of Matt being there either.

“What’s he doing here?” Grayson asked dryly as Florence passed a wiggling Clementine into his arms. The little girl cuddled into him.

“Just here to celebrate her birthday.” Florence shrugged, glancing over her shoulder at Matt who was pretty much sitting by himself. She turned back to Grayson. “He’s doing better so I invited him.”

“Did you pat him down to check if he brought in any alcohol?”

“Grayson, stop that.” Florence sighed.

“If he tries something, you tell me.”

“What are you going to do? Beat him up at a baby’s first birthday party?”

Grayson couldn’t help but crack a smile at the ridiculousness of it all. “You’re right. Sorry.”

“I know how to handle him now.” Florence tisked. “Now go help yourself to some lunch.”

She watched as he headed for the food table, Clementine perched happily on his hip. The birthday girl babbled excitedly to him as he offered her a potato chip.

Florence took that time to look around the small room that was filled with their little group of friends and family. Clementine was loving the attention. The little girl was absolutely spoiled as the present table was piled high with brightly wrapped gifts.

Florence actually managed to forget her stress and enjoy herself too, that was until the movement of someone walking through the double doors had her whole mood change. 

Daniel stood in the doorway nervously, swaying lightly under Florence’s startled and yet expressionless stare. He had his hands in the pockets of his long black trench coat, a black button up and black jeans on underneath, his brown boots completing the neutral look. After a moment of silence only between the two as the party went on behind them, Daniel made his way over to her. He held a small, flat wrapped package in his hand and he tapped it nervously against his fingers.

“I thought you weren’t back from Vancouver until the 4th.” Florence spoke dryly once he stopped in front of her, keeping a good three feet between them.

“How could I miss Clementine’s first birthday?” Daniel said, cracking a small smile and hiding it by looking to the ground.

Florence didn’t answer. Daniel looked past her to where Clementine was across the room with Grayson and Connor, the boys running around in small circles and she ran after them trying to catch them, shrieking happily.

“You didn’t tell me she’s walking now.” Daniel whispered, keeping his eyes on the one year old.

“We’re not friends anymore, remember?” Florence answered quietly.

“Flora, I-“

He was cut off by Clementine waddling messily over to the two of them, attaching herself to her mother’s legs. The little girl’s blue eyes stared up at Daniel under wispy blonde bangs. He bent down in front of her, admiring the not-so-little baby he had watched grow up.

“Hi, Clem.” Daniel greeted her quietly, “Happy birthday.”

“Dada.” Clementine smiled shyly, reaching one tiny hand towards him.

“Still haven’t learned, have you, little miss?” Daniel whispered, pressing his index finger into her outstretched palm. “I’m not dada.”

She wrapped her fingers around his one and he kissed her hand before holding out the small package that was wrapped in bright orange paper to her.

“I have a present for you.” he said gently, smiling as the little girl shrieked in content, reaching for it with two hands.

“We’ll put it on the table, won’t we, Clemmy?” Florence mumbled, taking it gently from her. Daniel stood up as Florence picked up the birthday girl, setting her on her hip. His silent gaze followed them to the table by the wall that held numerous wrapped presents on top of a soft lace tablecloth. He admired their matching light orange pants, white blouses, and brown flats, Clementine’s thin hair tied back with a small bow.

People were looking at him and he could feel it. His best friends sat around a table across the room and Daniel could feel their eyes on him but no one made a move to speak to him. Florence returned to her spot in front of him moments later, Clementine still in her arms. The one year old kept her wide blue eyes on the boy in front of them.

Daniel cleared his throat nervously, his eyes falling to the ground before looking back up at Florence. “I wanted to go and talk with you. If I could.”

The humourless chuckle that fell from her lips sent a chill through the room.

“Please.” Daniel whispered.

“After the party, okay? I’m not going to just leave.” Florence said plainly.

“It’ll be quick.” Daniel said as strongly as he could.

She sighed.

“Please, Flora.”

Florence sighed but nodded, “Give me a second.”

She carried Clementine over to Callum, sitting her on his lap without a word. Her brother watched his strangely silent sister walk away. Florence grabbed her jacket from the rack by the door and zipped it up, glancing at Daniel who joined her, gesturing her out before him.

The cold winter weather wasn’t overly bitter but enough that it was a drastic change from the indoors. Florence crossed her arms over her chest both defensively and in order to try and keep warm as they started walking. Daniel stared at the ground. The snow crunched under their feet, masking the tense silence that lingered between them. They approached the park across the street and made their way down the short path next to the large, old style building. As time passed, Florence was getting more and more upset at him. He invited her out of her daughter’s first birthday party to talk about who-knows-what and yet he was staying silent like an idiot as if he expected her to speak first. She couldn’t keep her scoff to herself.

“Sorry, I just-“ Daniel sighed, finally looking at her. “I just don’t know what to say.”

“Then why did you make me come here?” Florence rolled her eyes.

Daniel looked back to the ground.

“This is stupid.” Florence mumbled to herself and started to walk back towards the apartment building.

Daniel grabbed her arm, stopping her, “No. Wait. Please.”

“Then start talking, Daniel. I’m not going to stand here in the freezing cold for fuck all.” Florence snapped.

“Sit.” Daniel gently pulled her over to a bench. He brushed the snow off before he sat down, giving her more than half of the bench to herself. Florence slowly sat next to him, a good foot between them.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” Daniel started, his voice a gentle whisper.

“Wow. Thanks.” Florence nodded, staring out at the park.

“I know that what I said hurt you. I was trying to put myself first for once and I went about it all wrong.”

“You could have talked to me instead of cutting me off.”

“I know. So that’s why I’m sorry. Really, so sorry.” Daniel watched her helplessly, waiting for any sort of response out of her.

Florence merely sighed, finally meeting his gaze, her eyes squinting in the sun reflecting off the snow. “You kinda broke my heart.”

Daniel felt like the wind was knocked out of him at that statement. “I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want to say it’s okay because it’s really not.” Florence let out a humourless laugh. “But thank you for saying that.”

Daniel hesitated but nodded once. They fell into silence for a few long seconds.

“I’m sorry too.” Florence said. “For making you feel like your only option was to cut me out.”

“Flora-“

“I’m still trying to figure out a good balance between being a mom and still being a kid myself and I guess I just went about it wrong. I didn’t mean to constantly push Clementine onto you like that.”

“You know I never mind having her around. I just missed when you would come over too. I felt like a babysitting service rather than her best friend.”

“I think Jack’s her new best friend.” Florence chuckled lightly, breaking the tense situation. “His name is literally all she says ever.”

“Yeah,” Daniel laughed, “I’ll have a talk with him about that.”

The two smiled to themselves at opposite sides of the bench.

“So we’re friends again?” Florence asked.

“I hope so.” Daniel looked to her. “It might be weird at first...it’s been so long.”

She scooted closer to him and linked her arm through his.

“It’s okay.” Florence whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I just missed being around you.”

“I missed you too.” Daniel mumbled, tugging the sleeves of his jacket over his hands. They watched people walk by in silence; little children making snowmen and their parents standing by talking with coffee in hand. A young man was throwing a ball for his dog who ran manically through the snow, tearing up white with his paws. The wispy wind was turning the tips of their noses pink, the cool air refreshing on their lungs.

“Is that all you wanted to talk about?” Florence asked after another minute or so.

“N-No.” Daniel sighed.

“Well spit it out.” Florence nudged him playfully.

“Remember Corbyn’s birthday?”

“November 25th.” Florence said.

“His birthday celebration.” Daniel rolled his eyes at her statement.

“Mhm.” Florence nodded, moving back from his shoulder so she could look at him, her hand still loosely resting on his arm.

“You know how I had that...uh...” Daniel pointed to his neck, the pink of his cheeks darkening.

“The hickey.” Florence forced a small chuckle, “Yeah.”

“Do you know who gave it to me?”

“No. And I don’t really want to know.” Florence mumbled nervously.

“Yeah. You do.”

“No. I don’t.” Florence shook her head, the same strange feeling of jealousy bubbling up in her stomach again. “I don’t need to know which random club bitch you almost hooked up with.”

Daniel sighed, “Don’t say it like that.”

“Why?” Florence said awkwardly.

“Just…I don’t know. Never mind.” Daniel shrugged. Florence let her gaze linger on him as he stared at the ground, his hands folded together on his lap. The two sat in silence for a few long seconds, Florence gently gripping the soft material of his sleeve in her hand.

“We should head back.” Florence whispered. Daniel merely nodded.

The two got up from the bench and headed back towards the apartment. The heat pumping through the interior of the building relaxed the two chilled friends. That was, until they approached the small social room on the sixth floor, the double doors open wide and a loud argument occurring inside. Daniel and Florence stopped in the doorway for a moment in shock, watching Emilio and Grayson argue in the middle of the room. Corbyn and Ivan were with them, trying to push them away from each other.

“It never fucking ends.” Florence grumbled, walking briskly away from Daniel to where the commotion was going on. He followed her slowly, standing closer to the rest of his friends who were still sitting at their table. Clementine reached for him from Jack’s lap and he picked her up, not taking his eyes off the argument that was happening a few feet away. 

“What is going on?” Florence asked sharply, shoving Emilio back who was getting too close to Grayson for comfort with a finger pushed into his chest.

“He was saying he came here only because you two were getting back together.” Emilio said loudly, his accent thick through his angry words.

“I did not say that!” Grayson retorted sharply. “I was saying I would be better for her than you because I can actually defend her against him.” Grayson pointed a few feet away to where Matt stood behind Corbyn, his arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows furrowed.

“Grayson.” Florence said through her teeth.

“She doesn’t need your help! She’s fine!” Emilio said.

“She doesn’t need your help either. All you do is jump off buildings and act like a fucking child all the damn time. You think Clementine should be brought up around that bullshit?” Grayson retorted.

“At least I have more than my damn money to offer her.” Emilio spat. “At least with me she knows what living is.”

“Excuse me?” Grayson gaped, taking a step towards him.

“You heard me.” Emilio said.

“Emilio, back away.” Ivan ordered, a hand on his brother’s chest to keep him from lunging at Grayson.

“She clearly came to me because you weren’t good enough.” Emilio spat, his light eyes dark with emotion.

“Fuck you, man.” Grayson scoffed. “Go back to Spain or wherever the fuck you came from. So much trouble would have been avoided if you just weren’t here.”

“She still would have dropped you either way.”

“Pare, Emilio, no merece la pena.” Ivan whispered sharply, trying to get his brother to calm down.

Emilio didn’t listen, “Why’d she have to come to me if you were so great to her?”

“Guys.” Corbyn raised his hands between them. “This really isn’t the time or place.”

Ignoring him, Grayson continued, “I’m the one who got her that job, I’m the one who send that asshole packing,” he pointed to Matt again who visibly scoffed, “and I’m the one she wanted to take home for Christmas originally so fuck you.”

Florence stood between the two of them, her wide eyes flicking back and forth with each insult thrown. Emilio was fast with the comebacks, pushing against his twin brother’s grasp to try and take a leap at Grayson. Florence felt her heart beat hard in her chest; what a mess she had made. Corbyn stood slightly in front of her, grabbing the sleeve of Grayson’s white jacket.

“Guys.” Florence spoke as strongly as she could. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and she looked across the room to her twin brother who was sitting at the next table. He watched her with a worried expression.

“Guys.” Florence spoke louder, breaking the two men from their argument. They both looked to her as if forgetting she was even there. “I need to say something.”

The room was held in silence, everyone with their eyes on the girl as she took a few trembling breaths. The four in front of her could see the tears clouding her vision and a single tear fell down her cheek as she spoke to the floor, 

“I’m pregnant.”

A cloud of tension settled over the room but not one party guest broke the silence. Grayson and Emilio looked to each other with mere surprise, their anger virtually disappeared by that statement. Matt, who was stood behind the small group, let his mouth fall open in shock and Callum, a few feet away, pressed a hand to his mouth in a similar fashion. 

Daniel stood across the room, his heart in his throat. His shocked and frightened gaze fell to Corbyn who was looking back at him with an unreadable expression.

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