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As We Go Along (Part 2)

I know I'm gonna hear about how I ended this, but I felt it was getting a bit too long and this just let's me be able to make the next part a bit spicy. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: very brief mention of 2 dogs being kicked, but that is it. Also, some of the tags in the taglist didn't work and I don't know why. This picture is how I pictured the dogs. No, I do not own this picture, I found it on Google.

It had been a couple of months since you came to Bucky Barnes’ home. A lot of people Bucky either worked with or for Bucky were in and out constantly. This you were used to. Your father always had a bunch of people in and out of your house as well. What was different this time though, they would acknowledge you. You weren’t sure if it was Bucky or the snacks and sweets you liked to make to keep yourself busy. Everyone was always polite with you. The only one that would act familiar with you, other than Bucky, was Steve. Steve always made sure you were taken care of if Bucky was busy. You enjoyed his company and you thought he enjoyed yours as well.

You were still getting used to not being told what to do or when to do it. Bucky wanted you to make yourself at home, so you were trying. You had never felt welcome when you lived with your family, but this felt different. You cooked and baked as you pleased. If you needed something that wasn’t in the house someone would get it for you. You hadn’t ventured out of the house yet. You wanted to get used to being in your new home before you started going places with or without Bucky.

Today you made some snacks and cookies, leaving them in the kitchen for everyone to eat. You decided to explore the library Bucky had. You opened the doors to it and felt like you were in Beauty and the Beast. You’re sure you looked like Belle the way your jaw dropped as you looked around the room. There were so many books. You wanted to read them all. You looked through all the books until a title caught your eye. You had heard about this book but never had the chance to read it. You grabbed it off the shelf and found a very cozy chair to sit in. You cracked the book open preparing to get lost in the words on the page.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but a loud yell jolted you from your trance. You realized you were well over halfway finished with the book. Putting the book down, you made your way to the library doors. You could still hear yelling. Someone ran down the hall. You couldn’t help the panic that was rising in your chest. You opened the door, almost running into someone in the process.

“Shit.” You looked up to see Steve looking at you with relief plastered on his face. “There you are. I was starting to think you took off on us.”

“Of course not. I was just reading. Is everything okay? Who just ran down the hall?”

“Everything is fine, sweetheart, don’t worry. Buck is looking for you though. He’s in his office, he’s waiting on you.”

“Oh, okay.” You thanked Steve as you made your way to Bucky’s office. When you made it there the door was cracked. You could see he was reading something and pacing behind his desk. You admired him for a bit. He was almost always in a suit. The one he had on today was gray with a white button up underneath. He looked incredibly handsome, as alway. You gave a knock to make sure he knew you were there.

“What is it?” The harshness in his voice caught you off guard.

“Bucky?” His head shot up at the sound of your voice. He laid the papers back on his desk and made his way to you.

“Hey, doll. What have you been doing?”

“I found the library. I was reading. Did I interrupt? The door wasn’t closed.”

“Not at all. I just got caught up in some paperwork. Did you find anything good?”

“Yeah, the one I found is really good. I’ve always wanted to read it.” He put his hand on your lower back as he led you out of his office.

“I’m glad you found something you like, doll.”

“Steve said you were waiting for me?”

“I was. I needed to talk to you.” You tensed for a split second but Bucky was quick to reassure you. “Nothing bad, but your father has been pressing about a wedding for the last couple of days.” That surprised you.

“Really?” Your father never wants to know about anything that has to do with you. He must want to make sure you’re really out of his hair. That or he wants something.

“From what you told me about him, it surprised me, too.” You didn’t say anything. This was the first time a wedding was brought up since you had been here. The closest it had been was your first night here when the two of you were talking about why and how you ended up engaged to each other. You still hadn’t thought about the wedding, you were still getting used to being with Bucky. Sure, you knew you had to marry him, but the two of you were still getting comfortable with each other. Bucky hadn’t pressed the wedding and you hadn’t either. The two of you had been perfectly content the last few weeks.

“What did he want to know?” The two of you had made your way into the kitchen where Bucky noticed you had some snacks out again. He couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face. You had been making yourself at home and he loved it. He wasn’t sure you even realized what you had been doing. He loved that you had started doing things like this.

“He wanted a date. I told him we hadn’t decided yet, but he’s still pressing for one.”

“Probably wants to make sure I’m not his problem anymore.” Bucky gives you a sad smile. You shake your head. “Don’t give me that look, Bucky. I’m just stating a fact.”

“I still don’t like it, doll.”

“I feel like he wants something, though. I know him, it’s not just about the date for him or getting rid of me. He wants something.” Bucky sat you down on the barstool in the kitchen. Then he started to get things out of the fridge to make the two of you some lunch. You watched as he got various things out to make subs. He took off his suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves on his button up. You couldn’t get over the fact that you had someone who would do this for you. You didn’t even ask, yet here he was making you lunch.

“What do you think he wants?” You sighed. You really didn’t know, but it wasn’t like your father to want to know about anything to do with you.

“I really don’t know.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.” You could hear the finality in his voice. You believed him when he said he would handle it. In the short time that you knew Bucky, you knew he would take care of you. You had no doubt about that. You also knew he wanted you here. He made that very clear to you. It made your heart swell with affection for him. You watched as Bucky assembled the subs and sat one down in front of you while he finished his up.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“You’re welcome, doll. So, would you want to talk about setting a date?” You mulled over his question as you took a bite of your sub. It was wonderful.

“Sure. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Not particularly. Did you? I know most women have their entire wedding planned before they even meet someone.” He laughed a little at the end.

“That’s fair. My sister does and she isn’t even dating anyone.” You laughed. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while finishing up your lunch. Once you were finished Bucky took your plate and placed them in the dishwasher. While he did that you put up everything he used to make lunch with.

“I would’ve gotten that, doll.”

“I know, but this way it’s already done. I don’t want to keep you from anything either.”

“I’m done for the day. I actually wanted to take you out.” He smirked a little at the surprise on your face. “Nothing fancy. I just wanted to spend the day with you. I’ve been pretty busy since you got here. We also need to go pick out a ring for you.” You felt your heart hammer in your chest. A ring. That made this real. You tried to calm your racing heart.

“Bucky, I don’t need a ring.”

“I want to do this, doll. I know you didn’t have a lot when you got here either. I want to take you out and you can get whatever you want. Let me do this for you.”

“I don’t need anything. I have what I need.” You tried, but you could tell by the look on his face it wasn’t going to convince him otherwise.

“That right there, doll, is exactly why you deserve to be taken care of. You’ve never asked for anything from anyone have you?” You shook your head. You asked for something one time, but you were met with laughter and then yelling. Yelling that you shouldn’t ask for anything and you had everything you needed. You never asked for anything ever again.

“Then that settles it. We’re going out and doing whatever it is you want, doll. I’ll go change and we’ll head out.”

“Okay, um, I’m gonna go change too. I’ll meet you back down here in a few minutes.” Without thinking Bucky leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek. When he pulled back his eyes were as wide as yours. Neither of you had been expecting that. You cleared your throat. “I’m gonna get changed.” Bucky just nodded.

You walked up to your room a wide grin on your face. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was just a kiss on the cheek, but it made your face heat up and your toes tingle. You looked around your closet to find something to wear. You settled on your favorite jeans and a sweater. It was mid September so it wouldn’t be too hot or too cold. You paired that with your favorite pair of converse. You walked back down the stairs only to find Bucky waiting with Steve. Your heart nearly stopped. He was in slacks and a sweater. He was so handsome. You wanted to tell him.

Bucky heard you on the stairs. He turned around and he swore his heart skipped a beat. You weren’t in anything flashy or attention seeking, just jeans and a sweater. You looked beautiful and he decided to tell you so.

“You look gorgeous, doll.”

“Thank you, Bucky. You look handsome as well.” You decided to voice your earlier thoughts.

“Let’s go treat you to a day out, doll.”

The two of you were walking down the street. You went to a few stores, but you only got some practical things. You got some more sweaters, jeans, and a couple pairs of shoes. You did end up with a few things you had wanted like fuzzy blankets and comfy clothes. You hadn’t been to a jewelry store yet. You weren’t sure when you were going to go. Bucky wouldn’t let you carry any of your bags. He handed them off to Steve who would always go put them in the vehicle you rode.

“I can carry my own bags, Bucky.”

“Nonsense, doll.” That’s how it went in any of the stores you got anything from. Finally Bucky ushered you into a jewelry store. You hadn’t paid attention to what store it was, until you looked around. Your mouth dropped. You were in freaking Tiffany and Co.

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Getting you a ring, doll.”

“But, Bucky, this is Tiffany’s.”

“And?” Your eyes widened while you looked around. You didn’t deserve to be here. This was too much.

“I don’t deserve all this, Bucky.” Bucky paused to look at you.

“Doll, you deserve so much more than what you’ve been led to believe. I want to show you, but I need you to let me.” You could see the honesty in his eyes. You never had someone who wanted to do things like this for you.

“Okay. I’m just not used to this. It’s going to take me some time.” Bucky grabbed your hand. He brought it up to his lips, giving your fingers a kiss.

“We’ve got nothing but time, doll.” You gave Bucky a soft smile. You knew this man would take care of you. Bucky led you around the store with his hand on the small of your back. You looked around. All the rings seemed so extravagant. You couldn’t really see yourself wearing any of them. Then you came to one that seems simpler than the others you had seen. Bucky caught on when you stilled.

“See one you like, doll?” You gave him a small nod and pointed to it. One of the workers came over when they noticed the two of you looking pointedly at one of the cases.

“Did something catch your eye?” The two of you looked up to the lady behind the case. She was giving the two of you a sweet smile.

“I believe we did. We’d like this one please.” She looked down to where Bucky pointed. She unlocked the case and handed it to Bucky.

“What do you think, doll? This the one,” Bucky asked as he slipped it onto your finger. You looked down at the ring, your ring. It was big and kinda flashy, but it was the simplest one you had seen and you fell in love with it. You loved it.

“It is. I love it.” Without thinking you rose on your toes giving him a kiss on the cheek. You sat back down on your feet. You weren’t sure but you could’ve sworn, Bucky’s cheeks turned pink. You slipped the ring back off, handing it to Bucky who then handed it to the associate from the store.

“We’ll take this one.”

“Wonderful! If you’ll follow me over to the register we can get everything settled and talk about a payment plan.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll pay it in full today.” The associate’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, of course, I didn’t mean to assume. That’s usually how it works.” She scurried over to the register waiting for the two of you to follow.

“Why don’t you head back out to the car, doll. I’ll be right there.” Bucky gave your hand a squeeze.

“Okay.” You gave him a small smile. Steve was waiting for you by the car.

“Hey, sweetheart, find anything?”

“We did. Buck-” your words were cut off by a high pitched yelp. You and Steve looked down the street to see a man kicking a poor dog. Without thinking you quickly made your way down the street towards the scene. You never took your eyes off the dog. It was a pitbull, scrawny and pitiful. You could tell it was hungry. Then you noticed he was kicking another that looked just as pitiful. You quickly grabbed the two dogs away from the man.

“What the hell are you doing?” You nearly yelled as you held on to the two dogs.

“They were digging in the trash. I don’t need any more messes to clean up.” You looked up at the hateful man.

“You can clearly tell they’re starving. They’re just trying to survive, like everyone else. You don’t know what they’ve been through. You should be ashamed of yourself for kicking poor defenseless animals.” Steve saw a fire in you he had never seen or even had an inkling you had in you. Neither you nor Steve had realized Bucky had made his way down to where you were.

“I don’t give a damn. I don’t need these mutts ruining my business. If you know what’s good for you get lost!” The man yelled.

“What’s going on here?” Bucky came up behind you. You were still crouched down holding on to the two dogs tightly. Bucky held his hand out for you. You gladly accepted and stood up. Bucky wrapped a protective arm around you. The dogs stayed right by your legs even after you stood up. The man froze when he saw Bucky and how he interacted with you.

“Nothing, Mr. Barnes. I was just telling his girl to mind her business.”

“So that is how you justify yelling at my fiance?” You had never heard Bucky’s voice so cold before. It sent chills down your spine.

“Fiance?” He looked back to you. You stared at the man with fire in your eyes. You watched as his face paled.

“Yes, now I believe you owe her an apology.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, truly I am.” You didn’t say a thing. Anyone who hurt defenseless animals didn’t deserve kindness, not in your book. Bucky looked up and realized the restaurant was owned by a friend of his. He smirked at the man.

“I will be talking to Tony and Pepper about your despicable behavior.” Bucky released his hold on you to step closer to the man. “If I were you, I’d start looking for a new job outside of this city, because you will not be finding one in it any time soon. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” The man scurried back in the restaurant. Seeing Bucky in control and in charge like that did something to you. You found it… sexy. You shivered a bit from the realization and the chill of the wind. Bucky turned back to you.

“What was that all about, doll?” You crouched back down to the dogs before you. They leaned into your touch.

“He was kicking these poor dogs, Bucky. Yes, they got into the trash, but they’re just trying to survive. They were getting kicked for trying to live. I couldn’t just stand there.” Your eyes never left the sweet babies in front of you. Bucky was in awe of you. He saw the way you had talked to the man before he said anything. He was falling for you and quick.

“Let’s go get them checked out.” You looked up at Bucky.

“What?” Bucky crouched down beside you.

“I told you, I’ve always wanted a dog. Let’s take these two and get them checked out, then we’ll take them home.” Without a second thought, you leaned into Bucky kissing him. It caught you both off guard. You leaned back realizing what you did. You looked at each other with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to apologize, but before you could, Bucky gently grabbed the nape of your neck bringing your face to his again. The two of you parted once you needed air. You opened your mouth again.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that. I’ve been wanting that for weeks.” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks.

“I wasn’t. I was gonna ask if we could go get some things for the dogs.” You giggled. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him.

“Of course, doll. We’ll do that after the vet.” You picked up one dog while Bucky picked up the other. Steve was in front of the two of you opening the car door. Once you and Bucky were in with the dogs. Steve drove you all to the vet.

You were finally home after your eventful day. You watched as the two dogs curled up with each other in the big dog bed you got them. They were dressed in pajamas much to Bucky’s dismay. Bucky shook his head as he sat on the couch with you looking at them.

“I can’t believe you put pajamas on them. They’re supposed to be fierce animals, doll.”

“Bucky, everyone is scared of them. They’re just big babies. They deserve to have a fair shot like everyone else.” He couldn’t argue with that.

“They need names. Any ideas.”

“I had a couple.”

“Let me hear ‘em.”

“I liked Maple and Blu.”

“Maple and Blu.” It was as if the dogs knew you were talking about them. They both looked at you and started wagging their tails.

“Maple.” The tan bully started wagging her tail looking at you.

“Blu.” The gray bully started wagging his tail looking at Bucky. You laughed.

“I guess that settles it then. Maple and Blu.” He stared at the two bullies that were now named and content in their bed. He couldn’t believe the way his life had turned out over the last few weeks. He’s going to marry a kind and beautiful woman. He finally got, not one, but two dogs. He couldn’t wait to share his life with you. Which reminded him of a certain blue bag that had your ring in it.

“Wait right here, doll.” Bucky got up off the couch. He sat the bag in his office while you got the dogs settled and Steve took the rest of the bags to your room. He grabbed the bag and made his way back to you in the living room. He sat down on the coffee table in front of you. You sat up to meet him. He had this look you couldn’t quite place.

“Doll, I know we have an arrangement, but I don’t see it as an arrangement anymore. I want to share my life with you. I want to treat you to things you would never treat yourself to. I want to do things with you, explore with you. Please, know I want to marry you because I want to.” There were tears in your eyes. You had been wondering if this was still just an arrangement to him. It wasn’t to you, not anymore. You were relieved to know he felt the same way.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. I’m so glad you feel the same way I do. This stopped being just an arrangement to me a while ago.” Your tears started to fall, but Bucky was quick to wipe them away.

“Oh my sweet, sweet girl. You don’t know how precious you’ve become to me over these last few weeks. I’d do anything you asked me to.” He took two boxes out of the bag. The first he opened was your ring. He slid it onto your finger with a kiss to your hand. Then he opened the second to reveal a necklace that matched your ring. “I wanted to get you something else. I thought this would suit you.”

“Thank you, Bucky. Would you put it on me?”

“Of course, doll. Turn around.” You did so. You let him adjust your hair as needed. He clipped the necklace in place. When you turned around, Bucky placed his hands on either side of your face. You gently grabbed both of his wrists. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. Bucky brought you close and kissed you with so much passion it made you dizzy. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. Bucky felt himself harden at your moan.

“You can’t be making those noises, doll.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You watched his eyes darken.

What did you just do?

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As We Go Along (Part 1)

You were offered up as a payment to a mob boss by your father and step-mother. He agreed. Now you're the fiance of the most feared man in New York.

I do not own these characters!

Warnings: Abuse not openly mentioned but is talked about.

This first part is more of a background and getting to know each other chapter. More to come!

You were a burden. At least that’s the way they made you feel. You were from your father’s first marriage. Your mother had died when you were young and your step-mother never had anything for you. She never loved you, but she loved your sister. The daughter she had with your father. You knew this but you never thought she would talk your father into doing this to you. Marrying you off to some mob boss so he could get himself out of debt that he got himself in. She came up with it and he took it to the boss’ right hand man. Two days letter you’re engaged. You didn’t care either way. You hadn’t met the man yet, but you had heard rumors. He was cold-hearted and cruel. Nothing you weren’t used to.

Your father told you that you were to meet him tomorrow at his home.

“You will meet him tomorrow at noon. Here is the address. It should be easy enough to find.”

“Yes, sir.” Your father nodded without another word. That let you know that you were on your own now. Not that you haven’t been since your mom died. You packed up what little you had. Everything you owned fit into one duffle bag. As you laid in your bed for the last time you looked back on your time here with your family. You decided nowhere could be worse than here. With that thought in mind you slipped into a dreamless sleep.

You stood outside your childhood home giving it one last glance. It was bittersweet leaving this place. This is where you had all the memories of your mother, but this place had also been your living hell. You turned away with all the good memories of your mother in the forefront of your mind. A small part of you felt she was leaving with you as well.

You made your way to the bus stop. You looked at the address and read the bus schedule so you knew which bus you would need to take. It was hard, you had been getting around like this for years. You found when the bus you needed would be here you had hoped you left early enough just in case of any delays the buses may have.

You timed it just right. You made it to the address with ten minutes to spare. Although, all you saw was a giant gate but no house. A loud beep caught made you jump. That’s when you saw the intercom.

“State your business.”

“I’m Alexander Pierce’s daughter. I’m supposed to meet Mr. Barnes.” You heard the gate buzz open. A tall, blonde man in a black suit appeared before you in a black SUV. He stepped out to greet you.

“Ms. Pierce, Mr. Barnes has been expecting you. My name is Steve. I can help you with your bags.” He looked around you confused. You felt your face go bright red.

“This is all I have.” You grabbed your duffle bag by the handle. You saw something flash in his eyes but you weren’t sure what. He nodded and held the front door open for you.

“Here, I’ll put it in the back for you.” Steve took your duffle and sat it in the back seat.

“Thank you.” He gave you his hand to help you as you climbed into the front seat. This was new for you. You had never been treated this well. Maybe they were expecting someone else. You couldn’t help as these thoughts ran through your mind. Steve could tell you didn’t want to talk so he left the two of you in a comfortable silence.

It was a short drive to the house you were going to. It was more of a mansion. You felt your mouth drop at the sight. You heard Steve chuckle a bit. Your face went red again.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know. You’ll be fine. He’s not so bad once you get to know him.”

“You know him pretty well then?”

“I do. Been friends since we were kids. I know him better than he knows himself most of the time.” You nodded as you took in this information. That gave you a little bit of hope, not that you really ever clinged to it. Steve stopped the vehicle as you reached the front door. He got out, grabbed your bag, and proceeded to help you down onto the ground. “Take a deep breath and follow me. You’ll be fine.”

You nodded as you followed Steve up the stairs. The front door itself was huge. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a place this big. Not that someone lived in any way. As you stepped inside you tried to take it all in. It was beautiful. Everything seemed to be decorated in light gray, white, and gold accents. While it was beautiful it didn’t have that homey feel that most homes do. Given what he does, that's not too surprising. There were tall windows everywhere. It made everything look even bigger. It was very modern. You were still reeling as you followed Steve further into the house. As you reached your destination you heard yelling that made you jump. Steve steadied you with a hand to your shoulder.

“It’s okay. Give me a minute while I go talk to him.” You just nodded. Steve sat your bag down beside you and knocked three times on the door.

“Come in!” Steve cracked the door and stuck his head in,

“Buck, it’s Pierce’s daughter.”

“Send her in.” Steve stepped back out to usher you inside the room. Once you entered your eyes went straight to the man behind the desk. He was handsome. Dark hair and bright blue eyes. He was almost as tall as Steve and just as built as he was. He was in a dark gray three piece suit.

“Ms. Pierce, I’ve been expecting you. How did your driver find the place?” You felt yourself deflate. So he had been expecting your sister. You wanted to ask but couldn’t bring yourself to, afraid of the answer.

“Uh, I didn’t - I mean, I brought myself. I don’t have a driver.” Bucky stopped what he was doing. You were looking down at the floor. He said your name just loud enough. Surprised you glanced up at him.

“You mean to tell me, your father sent you here alone?”

“Yes, sir. He did.” Bucky felt his skin crawl. At first glance he thought you were beautiful. Nothing would change that. As he looked closer though he could tell you weren’t taken care of. He could tell you had been given the bare minimum to survive. That was something that would not bode well with him.

“Why would he send you here alone?” You knew the true answer, but you were sure Bucky didn’t want to hear that.

“He had other business to attend to and I was capable of making it here myself.” Bucky didn’t like that answer.

“That’s not an acceptable reason.” That surprised you. “And doll, you can call me Bucky, everyone else does. ‘Sir’ is what everyone called my father.” His nickname for you caught you by surprise. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, but you didn’t hate it

“Of course, sir- I mean, Bucky.” Bucky straightened his tie and made his way to you.

“I have a meeting in a couple of minutes, I don’t have time to show you around or I would. Steve can show you around. I just have two rules.” You nodded to show you were listening. “Never go anywhere alone and never knock on or open this door if it’s closed. The only exception is if it is an emergency. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Steve, if you’ll show her around. I’ll meet you for dinner around seven, doll. I’ll take you out and we’ll get to know each other.” Before you could answer his phone rang. You followed Steve back out of the office and watched him pull the door closed. Steve must have sensed your hesitation.

“Just put on the best clothes you have, sweetheart.” You just nodded. You really didn’t have anything to go out in. You would see what you had though. You followed Steve around as he showed you where everything was. What you couldn’t wait to use was the kitchen. You loved to cook and bake. You didn’t get the chance to do it much at home, but maybe you could here. Finally, Steve showed you to your room. It was three times bigger than your old room was. You had what seemed to be a king sized bed, a little balcony that overlooked the backyard, an en suite bathroom and a closet that you could fit your entire old room in.

“Bucky thought you would want some space. He knows this wasn’t up to you.”

“I’ll have to tell him thank you.” Steve sat your duffle bag beside the bed.

“I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be just down the hall if you need me.”

“Thank you, Steve.” He closed your door as he left. You looked around and laid down on the bed. It was so soft and cozy! You couldn’t believe it. You pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Maybe, just maybe, this would be okay.

Steve listened for you but you seemed to be unpacking. He could hear you moving around. Once he was sure you were okay, he went to talk to Bucky. Steve saw the door cracked and eased his way inside. Bucky was on the phone but he wasn’t as heated as earlier. He saw Steve made his way to him and ended the call. Steve made his way over to a seat in front of Bucky’s desk.

“So, anything?”

“She’s not anything like her father. She seems to be the exact opposite. She’s quiet, reserved. She doesn’t own a lot, Buck. She came here with one duffle bag. One.” That made Bucky’s skin prickle. He knew Pierce was a harsh man but didn’t think he would be harsh with his daughter.

“So you don’t think this is a set up?”

“If it is, she doesn’t know about it. From what I can tell she wouldn’t do something like that. She’s too soft spoken to do or go along with something like that.”

“I picked up on that, too. I don’t think she was treated well there.” Steve shook his head.

“I don’t think she was either. She seems to be genuine. Which is a surprise considering who her father is.” Bucky nodded. This was unusual, even for him. He normally wouldn’t agree to something like this, but he was looking to settle down as well. The last few women he dated only wanted him for money. He was hoping this might change that.

“Where did you plan on taking her tonight?”

“I’m not sure yet. Why?”

“I don’t think she has anything to wear to a nice restaurant. She seemed a bit panicked when you brought it up.”

“We’ll eat in tonight then. Would you care to go get it?”

“Not at all. You could go talk to her if you want. She’s good, Buck. You could use some good.” Bucky nodded. That was true he could. Steve got up to go get dinner while Bucky debated on going to find you.

You decided to go look around yourself taking your time. You couldn’t find Steve so you decided to go downstairs and see if you could find him there. You looked down the small hallway to see Bucky’s office door was cracked. You thought about going to ask him if you could look around yourself, but your thoughts were distracted by the kitchen. It was state-of-the-art. The mixers, the pans, the refrigerator. Everything was something out of one of your dreams. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You jumped, turning around to see Bucky standing behind you.

“There you are. I thought you would still be unpacking.”

“No, it didn’t take me long. Sorry, I was just curious to see what you had in here. It’s amazing.” You looked around, still blown away by his kitchen.

“No need to apologize. Make yourself at home.” You gave him a small smile. You weren’t sure you knew how to do that. Bucky made his way over to one of the bar stools. He sat down while he eyed you from across the counter. He studied you as you studied him. He seemed to be a little more relaxed. His jacket was off and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. Bucky noticed you changed into an oversized sweatshirt, some leggings and fuzzy socks. You seemed so cozy. “So, tell me about yourself, doll. What do you like to do?”

“There isn’t much to tell really. I help my family out when I can and bake if I get the chance.” Bucky nodded his head.

“What’s your favorite thing to bake?”

“Chocolate chip cookies, any kind of cookie really but definitely chocolate chip.”

“Would you wanna make some?” You felt your eyes get big. “No one uses the kitchen much. I usually either go out or order in and no one ever bakes.” You felt yourself getting excited.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You gave Bucky a genuine smile. Those were very rare for you. Bucky gave you one back, his were probably as rare as yours were, maybe even moreso.

Many cookies later, you and Bucky asked small questions at first. You found out he loved sweets and would love to have a dog but is afraid he wouldn’t have the time for one. He found out you loved dogs, even more than you loved baking, and you had never left the state of New York.

“We’ll change that, doll. Don’t you worry.” You giggled at that.

“You know, you’re nothing like everyone makes you out to be.”

“I’m sure my reputation proceeds me. Let me guess, a cold hearted killer and womanizer? That’s what they say in the tabloids I see every now and then.”

“Pretty much, but I will say you are much kinder to me than what I’m used to.” You gave him a small smile. You saw something flash in his eyes that you couldn’t place. With that he decided to bring up the elephant in the room.

“There is something I do want to talk to you about, doll.” You took a pan of cookies out of the oven and sat the next pan in while the others cooled.

“Okay, what’s that?”

“The reason I agreed to your father’s proposal.” You turned around to face him. You had been curious about it but didn’t want to ask out right.

“Okay.”

“Did you want to ask me anything?”

“I did wonder why you agreed to it. I mean, I’m nothing special. Men usually come to my father about proposals for my sister, not me. Although I know this was his idea. I’m just surprised you agreed to it.” You had never been this open and honest with someone you just met. There was just something about Bucky. “I’m sorry, that was overstepping. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Not overstepping, doll. I surprised myself when I agreed to it. The thing is, I am ready to settle down, but not give up my title just yet. I am tired of women just wanting money or just wanting to say they were with me. Granted, I could have gone about it differently than this, but it’s hard to find someone who doesn’t want something.”

“My father was the one who wanted something though.”

“Yes, but not you. I’m just curious as to why you just went along with it.” You took a deep breath.

“You want an honest answer?”

“Of course, doll.”

“I didn’t have a choice. My family also sees me as in the way. So, it got me out of their way.” Bucky’s heart broke for you. You could see it in his eyes. You felt your face turn bright red. You were going to be honest. Your family never hid their disdain for you around anyone, so you didn’t see the point in trying to hide it yourself.

“That’s terrible, doll. I can assure you, you won’t be in the way here. If you ever feel like that you come to me, understand?”

“I understand.” The timer went off for the last batch of cookies just as Steve walked in the door with take out. Your stomach immediately rumbled at the smell of Chinese food. Steve walked in, sitting the food on the counter.

“It smells like a bakery. Did you do all this?” Steve looked around at all the cookies you had baked. You felt your face turn red again.

“She did, we’re gonna try them after we eat.”

“They smell amazing. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Wait, Steve! Here, take some with you. I made way too many as it is.” You hurriedly put a couple of batches in some containers you had found earlier. Steve looked to Bucky as you were packing up the cookies. Steve gave Bucky a small smile and a slight nod you didn’t pick up on. You handed Steve the bag before Bucky could silently reply to Steve. Steve gave you a big smile.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I can’t wait to try them.”

“Let me know what you think. I haven’t got my recipe just right yet.”

“I’ll let you know. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Steve left you all to your dinner. Bucky started getting the containers out. You decided to go ahead and put the cookies that were already cooled in a container. Bucky was still getting food out when you were finished. You hadn’t seen this much food in front of you in a long time. Not that you didn’t eat, you just didn’t eat much. Bucky watched your eyes get wide.

“You okay, doll?”

“Yeah, that’s just a lot of food.”

“Maybe, but then we can have leftovers tomorrow.” He said it so easily. You were a little taken back. “Doll, would you care to get these last few containers out so I can go change. Then we’ll eat.” You just nodded. You didn’t have it in you to reply. Bucky walked up the stairs to his room as you got the last few containers out. You were still in shock at all the food. And the fact that he got some for you too caught you off guard. You didn’t realize it but you felt tears in your eyes. Usually when your family ordered out you got what was left and if you were still hungry you made yourself something in the kitchen. You didn’t hear Bucky come up behind you.

“Everything okay, doll?” He noticed the tears in your eyes. You quickly wiped them away. You noticed he had changed into a white t-shirt and some gray sweatpants. You thought he looked even better like this than in his suit.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I was just getting the rest out.” You put the paper bag in the trash can you found earlier. Bucky sat down on the same bar stool from earlier. He started opening the containers.

“Get whatever you like, doll. I got some of everything. I didn’t know what you would like.” You didn’t know what you would like either. You hadn’t had Chinese takeout before. Your family would get it sometimes but there was never any left for you. “What’s going on in your head?”

“Um, it’s just, uh-”

“Doll, you can talk to me. The side of me you see right now, no one else sees. This is for you and you alone. I want you to be able to talk to me. I know this isn’t conventional but I would like to be able to be open and honest with one another.” You wanted that too, but you weren’t sure how to do it. You never had anyone to confide in. Ever. This was all so new to you, so you decided to be open and honest about everything.

“I’m not used to this, Bucky. I’m not used to being doted on. I never get take-out. I don’t get luxurious bedrooms. I get told what to do and when to do it. I don’t know how to confide in someone. I don’t know how to make myself at home because I’ve never had that luxury. I always get the bare minimum. I’m the burden of my family and they let everyone know.” You hadn’t realized tears started to spill over by the end of what was always on your heart. You had never told anyone this. Bucky reached for your hand nearest him. When you didn’t pull away he clasped it in both of his. You could see Bucky’s eyes dim and then watch something light in them you had never seen before.

“You will never be in the way here. You are going to be my wife and with that is going to come a lot of things you’re not used to. I can see that now. If you are ever overwhelmed please do not hesitate to tell me. I want you to be able to tell me what you’re feeling. This is new to me, too. I want to be honest with you. Granted there are some things that I do that I would rather keep you away from and I will try my best to. Doll, here you will be taken care of and doted on. You won’t even remember what it was like at that house you lived in. We’ll learn as we go along.” You didn’t realize you needed to hear that. You squeezed Bucky’s hand as well as you could as he had started holding your more firmly than before.

“We’ll learn as we go along.” He squeezed your hand back releasing it.

“Great, now that we’ve talked about that. What do you want to try first?” You smiled as you pointed to some chicken that looked good. Bucky handed it to you and waited until you tried it before he grabbed something as well.

And that’s how your first night went with your fiance. Trying Chinese take-out you had never had and learning how to make yourself at home. Maybe you could get used to this.

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Uncalled For

I hope you all like this. I was something that was stuck in my head. I’m also half asleep so it could be terrible. I hope you all enjoy!

You were fuming. How dare he do that and in front of everyone! You could feel your face grow hot as you stared at him. No one said a word. They just looked between you and Chris. You turned to Scarlett.

“I think I should go. I’ll see you later.” You set your glass down on a table. You walked outside with Chris hot on your heels. He didn’t mean to snap like that, especially in front of everyone. He tried to grab ahold of your hand but you jerked it away. You didn’t want him near you, let alone touching you. You turned around and stared into his eyes. He had never seen you that mad before. Your eyes were cold which made Chris’ heart stop.

“I’m taking a cab home. You can be there or not. I don’t really care right now.” You flagged a cab and gave them the address to your home with Chris. You had never been so mad and humiliated at the same time.

~10 minutes earlier~

You and Chris had come out to a party Sebastian was having. Everyone was in the room together and having a great time. You were talking and laughing with Scarlett when she asked you about your writing. You were currently working on your second book.

“I’m about halfway finished. I’m so happy with it so far. I’ve got three chapters due to my editor next week.”

“Have you ever thought about making your first one into a movie? Has anyone ever shown interest in making it a movie?”

“I’ve had a few people call about it, but I’m not sure. I would love to see it made into a movie. I know exactly who I would have as my lead.” You looked at her and wiggled your eyebrows.

“I would love to be your lead if it ever happened. I mean, I might know someone who could make it happen.” You were laughing now. You knew she would never do that. You had known each other long enough that she knows you want to do things on your own and not have anyone call in any favors.

“I just might take you up on that.” She was laughing with you. All of the sudden Chris came up to the two of you.

“Hey, baby, what-”

“Are you serious?” You and Scarlett looked at each other.

“What are you talking about?”

“Trying to get Scarlett to make your book into a movie? When did you start trying to climb the social ladder like that? I thought you wanted to earn your way like everyone else has.” By this point everyone was looking at you. You were fuming.

How could he say that to you? He’s watched you pour your blood, sweat, and tears into what you do. Writing was all you’ve ever dreamed of doing and now, you were making a name for yourself after years and years of trying. Chris had offered to help you but you wanted to do it on your own. You didn’t want any of the help he and the others had offered. You didn’t want to make a name for yourself like that. Chris knew that. He knew. Tears burned your eyes but you refused to let them fall, at least until you got home. You weren’t about to cry in the back of a taxi.

Once you entered your home you debated on packing a bag. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see Chris tonight let alone be under the same roof. You decided you would figure it out after a shower. You stripped as you went, not caring where your shoes, jewelry, or dress landed. You turned the shower on as hot as you could stand it and stood under the stream. That was when you finally let your tears fall. You sobbed while you stood under the hot water.

Chris made it home about the time he saw your taxi leaving the driveway. He quickly made his way inside. He saw your clothes and shoes strewn around. That was a good sign, you were still here. He followed the direction your clothes were going. That’s when he heard the shower. When he was outside the door was when he heard your sobs. He felt his heart shatter. He loved you so fiercely. He couldn’t believe he snapped like that. He couldn’t believe he did it in front of everyone either. Chris sat on the bed and listened. He knew you wouldn’t want him right now. He listened as your cries subsided. You didn’t come straight out so he knew you were actually taking a shower. That’s where you always did your thinking. When you were stuck on a part of a book you were writing, you took a shower. When you had a hard decision to make, you took a shower. You were probably deciding to leave him or not. He didn’t blame you if you did. He would deserve it. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

Chris was in the middle of his self loathing when he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up to see you wrapped in a towel, your hair wet. You gave him a glance. He couldn’t read you. That scared him. You’ve been together for years and that’s one thing he had always prided himself on was being able to read you. He couldn’t even do that tonight. He watched as you dressed in comfy clothes. Usually that consisted of your favorite sweats and one of his shirts. That’s not what you put on tonight. You had on your sweats but not one of his shirts. Chris watched you carefully. He watched as you looked down at your dresser and then to the closet where he knew you kept your duffle bag. He sighed, knowing you had made up your mind.

You surprised him by sitting by him on the bed. Not next to him but still on the bed. That seemed promising. You sighed as you sat beside him. He reached for your hand hesitantly. You softly shook your head. He understood, but he wanted to test his luck. The silence was deafening. Chris couldn’t take it any longer.

“I’m so sorry.” You scoffed at that.

“You should be. Do you have any idea how belittling that was to me? How embarrassing? You of all people should know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am. I turned down every single time you or anyone tried to help me. Why would that change now?” You were fuming again. You wanted to know what made him do that all of the sudden.

“I know, I know. I know you would never do that. I just-” he let out a breath before he continued. “I heard this other girl at the party boasting about how she used every single connection that her boyfriend and friends had so she could make it big quick. It made me so mad knowing she was doing that when you’ve worked so hard to earn what you have. Then I walked over to you and I heard you and Scarlett talking and I was just flabbergasted when you said you would take her up on her offer.” Chris shook his head.

“Did you even hear what was said leading up to that?” Chris shook his head. “She said if my book was ever made into a movie she would love to be in it and that must have been when you walked up. That’s why I said I would take her up on her offer.” Chris felt like an idiot. He should’ve known better.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I know you would never do that. I was just so angry that she was boasting about taking shortcuts. I’ve seen you work so hard and read endlessly for your books and your work and knowing it’s taken you so long to get to where you are. I just lost my cool. I’m so sorry, again.” You took in what he said. He had only heard the tail end of your conversation, but he still shouldn’t have done that.

“You just heard part of our conversation and you completely belittled me in front of all our friends, Chris. You’ve never done that before. You’ve never even yelled at me, over anything. Even when I accidentally ruined your Patriots jersey.” That made Chris laugh a bit remembering how one red sock had somehow gotten into a load of clothes that had his jersey in it making it pink instead of white.

“I know. I wouldn’t blame you if you left me over this. I would help you pack up.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, god, no!”

“I’m not leaving you Chris, but you have a lot of making up to do. What happened was completely uncalled for.” He nodded.

“I know it was and I'll tell you ‘I’m sorry’ everyday for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes.” He reached for your hand. This time you didn’t pull away. He took the opportunity to pull you onto his lap. He held you close.

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, I deserve it.” You look into his eyes. You loved his man. You knew, now, that he was angry, but not at you.

“I love you, but don’t ever do that again. Especially when you don’t know everything.”

“It’ll never happen again. I love you so much.” You nodded, leaning into him again. You knew it wouldn’t happen again.

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Picking Up the Pieces (Part 2)

Warnings: There is description of a panic/anxiety attack and death. If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip it. The anxiety attack will be in bold.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I’ve hit writer’s block on my other series at the moment but I will keep trying. Please let me know what you all think!

Part 1

You were still reeling from the coffee you had with Chris. When you got home that night you googled him. Weird? Probably, but you had never seen any of his movies. You had no idea he was an actor. You couldn’t believe the movies he had been in. You were never a movie buff, so you hadn’t seen any of the movies he had been in. You decided you would try one of the Marvel movies. You had to say you were a fan. You weren’t going to tell him that though. You were sitting on the couch with Diesel reading when there was a knock at your door. You put a bookmark in your book and went to answer the door. You peeked out the small window. It was Chris and Dodger. You opened the door as Dodger immediately made his way into your home.

“Dodger! Sorry, I was gonna see if you wanted to take them to the dog park but I guess Dodger had other plans.” You laughed as you watched the two dogs play in your living room.

“It’s fine. Diesel likes having another dog around. Abby was his best friend.” Chris nodded in understanding.

“I think he’s found a buddy in Dodger.” The two of you laughed.

“Would you want to come in? My backyard is fenced in. We can go out back and watch them and have a cup of coffee.” Chris nodded as you allowed him inside. You made your way over to your coffee maker and put a pot on. “The door to the backyard is down that hallway if you want to let them out.” Chris did as you said and made his way down the hall to let the dogs out. You grabbed two mugs out of your cabinet. You put sugar and creamer in yours before you pour your coffee. Chris came back when the pot of coffee finished. “Didn’t know how you took yours. Sugar is here and creamer is in the fridge. You can help yourself.” Chris went about making his coffee the way he liked as you mixed yours to make the sugar dissolve. After he was finished the two of you made your way to your backyard. You watch as Diesel and Dodger chased each other around.

“So, why Boston? Of all places to start over?” You looked at him as you made yourself comfortable in your chair. You thought about it before you answered.

“I always wanted to come to Boston to see the Boston Public Library. Ya know, book nerd and all. Jake and I came to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. It was during winter and it was just so beautiful. I didn’t want to live in Boston but close to it. We had talked about moving but it never happened. We were happy in our small town, but when I lost Jake it was never the same for me.”

“So you got married in the winter?”

“We did. Christmas Eve actually. It snowed the day we got married which while we live in the south it’s super rare to have a white Christmas. It usually rained and sometimes it was even in the sixties on Christmas.” You couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to Chris about this. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to dump it on you. It’s just easy to talk to you.”

“I don’t mind. I’m glad you find it easy to talk to me. I’m sure it’s not easy going through this. I’m also a pretty good listener.” You gave him a soft smile.

“So, you asked me about my life. You think I can have a turn?”

“Go for it.”

“Was acting always what you wanted to do?”

“Yes and no. I didn’t realize I would ever get to this level. I love it but it’s hard being away for so long. Especially when I have to leave Dodger like I did this last time.”

“Do you have to leave him a lot?”

“Not usually. I can bring him with me most of the time. I miss him a lot when I’m gone.”

“I understand that.”

“What do you do? Out of everything we talked about the other night I never asked what you did.”

“I actually work in the library, which is what made me fall in love with Boston in the first place.”

“Do you like it?”

“I do, but my goal is to have my own bookstore one day. Maybe have a coffee shop and bakery inside.”

“That’s amazing! Do you know what you would call it?”

“I’d call it Baked and Booked.” Chris let out a laugh at that.

“That’s the best name I’ve ever heard.” You laughed with him. A genuine laugh too. One you hadn’t let out in quite some time. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while finishing your coffees.

“I have a confession to make.” Chris looked at you and waited. “I watched one of your Marvel movies last night. I liked it, but movies still aren’t my thing.” You gave him a small smile.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He gave you a smile back. You were quiet for a little while longer before Chris spoke again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How long ago did everything happen?”

“A little over a year ago.” You had been thinking about it but didn’t want to dwell on it. Jake wouldn’t have wanted that for you. You gave him a soft small. He returned it. You didn’t know what was happening to you. You weren’t sure if you would ever be with someone again or date again. You never gave it a thought. Jake was your high school sweetheart. You hadn’t dated in so long you weren’t sure if you knew how to go on a date at this point. You couldn’t believe you were thinking about this. You barely knew Chris but he had this pull for you. It threw you for a loop because you kinda had that with Jake but not like this. This was different. It scared you.

Jake was a constant in your life for over half your life. The thought of being with anyone else seemed foreign to you. You weren’t sure what was going on with Chris, but you knew there was something there. Something you hadn’t felt before and you didn’t know how to go about it. You weren’t sure if Chris felt the same way. Judging by the small glances and soft smiles he gave you, maybe he did.

“Can I say something?” You nodded at his question. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel drawn to you. I don’t know why and I can’t explain it. You seem different to me and I don’t want to come on as too forward and considering everything you’ve been through I don’t want to push. But I would really like to get to know you more and take you out if you’re comfortable with that.”

“I know what you mean. I was with Jake for over half my life. The thought of being with anyone else is so odd to me, but I know what you’re saying. I feel connected to you in a way that wasn’t there with Jake and that alone terrifies me, Chris.” You were honest with him. You were scared. You didn’t know how to navigate life as a widow. No one prepares you for that at your age. Chris could see the fear in your eyes. He didn’t want to push, but he reached for your hand and you let him take it in his.

“I can’t begin to understand or imagine what you’re going through, but I do know that if you ever want to give this a shot, I’m here. I would love to give this a shot. If you decide you want to, we'll take it day by day. We won’t jump into anything. Okay?” You could see he meant every word. You weren’t sure about it yet, but maybe, just maybe you would give this a shot. You just needed to sort yourself out first.

“Okay. Thank-” There was a knock on your front door. You and Chris shared a confused look. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. I know your ma wouldn’t knock either.” Getting up, you took your hand back from Chris. He followed you to the door. When you opened the door you were shocked at who you saw.

“Florence? Glen? What are you doing here? How did you know where I lived?” You didn’t know it but you started shaking. Chris grabbed your hand and you settled a little but you couldn’t believe it. Jake’s parents.

“We’re here to see Jake, obviously.” Your heart stopped at his mother’s words.

“You’re here to see Jake?”

“Yes and that man is clearly not my son.” She sneered at Chris.

“Florence, Jake’s dead.” She rolled her eyes. ROLLED. HER. EYES.

“Oh please, I got your letter. I don’t believe you. So, where is he?”

“He’s dead. He died a year ago. How did you even find me?” They tried to barge into your home but Chris kept his foot on the door. They looked between the two of you and gave you disapproving looks.

“I can’t believe you would do this to him. After everything he’s done for you. You just up and leave him.” His father was livid. You let go of Chris’ hand to rub your face in frustration.

“Oh my god. He’s dead. He died in a car crash a year ago yesterday. I WAS THERE! I held him as he died! I watched your son take his last breath and you have the audacity to come to my home, uninvited, and tell me you don’t believe me?!” They looked at you like you had grown a third eye. You marched to your bedroom to grab a box. Once you found it you came back to the door. You opened the box, shoving a piece of paper in their faces. “Do you see this? It’s a certificate of death. Your son, whom you wrote off by the way, is dead. The son you wanted nothing to do with because he wanted to marry me died. Do you get it now?” They took the paper. You watched their faces drop.

“No, he’s not dead. I still don’t believe you.” His mother had unshed tears in her eyes. You weren’t about to go easy on her. It wasn’t your fault she didn’t believe you a year ago when you sent the letter.

“The address to the cemetery is on the bottom of the certificate. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to my day.” You grabbed the paper from them and shut the door in their faces. You were livid. How could they not believe you? You watched Jake die and that still wasn’t enough for them. All of the sudden it was hard to breathe. It felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest.

Chris knew what was happening the second you grabbed your chest. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around you. You jerked at the sudden feeling of arms. Chris shushed you gently and went to the ground with you when he could tell your knees were giving out.

“It’s okay. Just breathe, in and out.” You did as he said. It didn’t seem like it was helping at first, which made you panic. “It’ll help, I promise. Breathe with me. Come on.” So you did. You took a breath in and let it go. You focused on keeping your breaths even with his. Once it felt like the elephant was off your chest you sat there on the floor with Chris’ arms around you. You stayed quiet for a few minutes.

“How can they not believe me? I watched Jake die. I held him. How can they think I would make something like that up?” You didn’t expect an answer. You were just talking out loud to get the thoughts out of your mind. You felt Chris’ arms tighten around you. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed with your in-laws. How could two people be so cold to you? How could they not believe their son had died. Chris could see the pain in your eyes. He knew it was there and he wanted to help you. He wanted to help you piece your life back together.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to see me fall apart like that. I just wasn’t expecting them to show up at my door let alone not believe me when I told them their son died.”

“I don’t mind. I’ll help you pick up the pieces.”

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