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#V:Dark Shadows
theheadlessgroom · 21 days
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Fortunately, neither of them had to wait long-June and Wilhelm, unable to sleep on account of their son's absence, had been sitting up wide awake in the living room, and were thus able to run to the door when they heard Emily's call. June threw open the door, and Randall, in an effort to stand on his own two feet, moved to collapse against her, mumbling, "Ma...Emily...saved me..."
"What?"
"She didn't...hurt me..." he continued, voice strained as he spoke-even through the haze of pain hanging over him, he wanted to make it as clear as possible that Emily saved his life. "Got mugged...she saved me..."
"Shh, shh, don't speak," she soothed, her expression uncertain as she looked between her badly battered son and the vampire standing on the front porch. She wasn't sure what to say, but for now, she settled for bringing Randall inside, asking Wilhelm to bring her the first aid kit, something he rushed to do, sparing an equally uncertain look towards Emily as he hurried upstairs.
Once he'd had a chance to lie down and recover, letting his mother tend to his wounds, Randall was able to explain the full story of what had transpired that evening-how Emily had coming seemingly out of nowhere to rescue him, opting not to drain his attackers, but instead give them a good scare before rushing him home.
"And she didn't...bite you...?" Wilhelm asked, keeping his voice low as Randall took a deep drink from his water glass, saying, "No, Pa, she didn't." She had every opportunity to do so, but she didn't. He hoped that would be enough to change their minds about her, as he ventured to ask:
"Can you...can you please bring her in?"
At this request, his parents exchanged a nervous look-should they? Would she turn vengeful as soon as she crossed that threshold? The look in their son's eyes said no... ...but that was a painful concept in itself, as it meant that they had been wrong about her all this time...
Swallowing back their worries, June gave her husband a curt little nod, and so, with some hesitance, some lingering uncertainty, Wilhelm slowly opened the front door, letting Emily into their home once more.
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theheadlessgroom · 22 days
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"Uh, lass? Halloween isn't for a good few more months-it's a little early for practical jokes like that!"
"It's not a joke, Pa," Randall sighed heavily-he should've anticipated this, in a way; that if they didn't immediately become alarmed over this revelation, that they wouldn't believe them, and instead think this was some sort of big joke. But that wasn't it-far from it, and he tried to hammer this in as he insisted, "Emily is telling the truth!"
"Randall..." June asked, tone wary and expression full of concern-it wasn't like her son to try and pull their leg like this, but surely, that had to be what it was, right? Surely he didn't really think they'd believe him when he said his girlfriend was a vampire?
And surely...he didn't really believe that himself, did he?
Sighing heavily, Randall looked around for a way to prove it, before gesturing to the mirror hanging on the wall by the front door; a little something for the Pace's to look into, make sure they looked nice before they headed off to work. Pointing it out, he sighed heavily, "Look, if you want proof...look into the mirror. You'll see me on the couch, but...you won't see her."
His parents exchanged concerned looks at this, and Randall sighed again, saying, "I know it sounds crazy, but please...we don't want to keep this a secret from you-Emily was very honest about it with me last night, and we decided earlier today that we'd be honest with you. Please, just...trust us. And trust us when we saw that Emily doesn't mean me any harm. I love her, and she loves me."
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theheadlessgroom · 4 months
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Why is she so cold? Randall half-wondered to himself, as he listened to her with a tender smile: He couldn't help but notice this as he held her hand, wishing for nothing more than to warm her with everything he had. He hated to think this poor woman was cold, even in the summer, and so he found himself taking her hands the way a lover might, hoping he could chase away the chill.
"I...I'm glad you came in last night," he smiled, giving her hand a little squeeze. "I...I know how you feel, in a way; my life, it's...been pretty lonely too lately, it's been very, uh...monotonous, I guess is the word. I get up, I go to work, I go to bed...rinse and repeat. And so for you to come along and just...shake up my whole world, it feels like? It's wonderful."
He didn't know what compelled her to come into the shop last night. He didn't know what drew her in put them on one another's path, nor did he knew what about himself it was that so attracted her, but he wasn't about to question it, as he finished shyly, and yet completely earnestly, "I'm...I'm very excited for tomorrow night too-there's no one I'd rather spend an evening out with than you."
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theheadlessgroom · 4 days
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"Of course we did," Randall replied with a shy smile, as he leaned over to press a loving kiss to her cheek, adding, "I just...didn't think it'd be fair, y'know, for us to sit down and eat and you not getting a chance to, I-I don't want you to have to go hungry..." Especially since she couldn't partake in family dinner, it seemed wrong for them to eat in front of her, without making sure she had at least a little something!
"Do whatever makes you comfortable, dear," June reassured, not wanting to shoo Emily out of the room while she drank her meal-it was how she ate, what she had to do to survive, and no one could fault her for that. If she were to be completely honest, June had the distinct feeling that she'd seen much worse at work as a nurse (even a pediatric one)-a little blood, even being drank, wouldn't rattle her too much, she felt.
And although he didn't voice it, Wilhelm felt similarly: He'd seen some pretty nasty injuries his coworkers had sustained on the job when things went awry, and even before that, he had long been accustomed to some of the less-than-palatable sights that came with growing up on a farm, the sorts of things people didn't think about when they looked at their supermarket-purchased meat and poultry and so on. Thus, if Emily was comfortable eating around them, he'd be comfortable with that.
And of course, Randall had already seen Emily drink before-he wasn't bothered then, and he knew he wouldn't be bothered now...
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theheadlessgroom · 12 days
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"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable asking, Emily," June said gently, as she pushed her dinner around her plate (a part of her could hear her father admonishing her for it, but truthfully, she was much too nervous to think about eating), adding, "I just...well, it's like you said, you don't feel like you're over a hundred years old and, well...you certainly don't come across that way."
That night that she and Wilhelm kicked Emily out of the house (a night she continued to regret), her perception of the young woman had changed, going from a sweet, soft-spoken young lady her son was smitten with, to a manipulative monster looking to sink her teeth into Randall's soft flesh, and that image stayed with her long after that night...
...but now, in the gentle light of the kitchen, looking at her now, that familiar visage of a good-natured, gentle-hearted woman returned, though more tinged with melancholy, for reasons June now understood, and was sympathetic towards. She saw not a monster, but a very lonely soul, in need of love.
"Well, uh," Wilhelm commented, similarly eating little (despite his usually strong appetite, it was, like his wife's, waning this evening) as he took a stab at humor, joking lightly, "You look pretty good for a centenarian, lass!"
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theheadlessgroom · 1 month
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"I wish you could've too," Randall lamented, as he embraced Emily for a kiss-having watched her read these letters, having seen his old handwriting (looking hardly different from the chicken scratch he called his penmanship these days), he felt an ache in his hands as they seemed to remember penning each and every one of them, as well as an ache in his heart, knowing how long she'd had to wait to read them.
That was never the case: It was supposed to be a surprise that night; after their walk, he was leading them back to Minnie's, he hadn't told her he had a surprise waiting for her back at the shop, but he was eager to return, and present them to her-a sort of early wedding gift, in a way; something they could maybe put into an album, to look back on their courtship fondly over the years to come...
As much as he didn't want to remember, he knew he had to confront that particular memory of the woman in white, coming down the sidewalk as they walked along. He vaguely recalled being taken aback by her being dressed all in white (like a bride, he realized), but wasn't going to think anything of it when she reached out and grabbed him, and he saw her fangs...
He suppressed his shudder to the best of his abilities, and tried to stay in the present as he parted from the kiss, saying, "I...I'm so glad you've finally gotten to read them now, though. I always wanted you to, even when I was too scared to tell you how I felt, even in a letter..."
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theheadlessgroom · 1 month
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It was strange to come into work and find it so different, and yet not at all. In truth, very little had changed between then and now: The counter was a little bigger, the displays were situated differently, and the shop had of course expanded beyond hats made in-house and now sold mass-produced dresses, suits, and other apparel, but even with these changes, Randall could see the echoes of the past even in the present.
"I was right," he recalled, looking back to Emily with a little smile, as he turned his gaze from their surroundings back to her. "I don't think we ever would've gotten to where we are now if you hadn't been so bold as to ask me to meet with you here-I, uh...I don't think I'd have been able to buck up the courage to tell you how I felt, let alone kiss you.
I...I must've written you a hundred letters, trying to tell you how I felt..." he smiled, another memory lighting up his brain. "I-I'm sure they're...lost to time, sadly, I don't remember if I ever shared them with you, but...I tried again and again to write to you, to tell you how in love I was, but...I never had the courage to tell you. I tucked them away in an old hatbox; it was overflowing with them, last I remember..."
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theheadlessgroom · 2 months
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The rest of the evening passed quietly, with Randall holding Emily's hand throughout the rest of the runtime, while Wilhelm mentally kicked himself for having made their guest so uncomfortable. He didn't know (he could he have?), granted, but that didn't really make him feel much better.
He knew what it was like to have what some would define as an irrational fear: There was a long stretch of time in Randall's childhood when taking baths was out of the question; after his accident, Wilhelm was quick to install a showerhead in the bathroom, so that he could at least take a shower after work. But even so, even the most shallow of kiddie pools or even a full sink gave him the shivers long after it happened, and to this day, he still wasn't all that keen on sitting in a full tub.
(He'd never confided this in anyone other than his family-he knew damn well the fellas at work would have a good laugh at his expense for it. Wilhelm Pace, who loomed willow tree-like above most of his coworkers and could sling heavy bags over his shoulder like it was nothing, was afraid of a little water? No, he could hear the teasing now, and maybe he could laugh about it now. But even with a little humor to take the edge off, he still wasn't able to shake that discomfort.)
And so, as he stood in the kitchen, pulling out what he hoped would be a little peace offering to Emily before she left for home, a little apology in the form of something sweet, he wondered if she was in the same boat; where something had happened in her youth that caused her to be so unsettled when it came to stories of vampires and the like. Maybe she caught Nosferatu on one of the late night channels as a youngster? Had a nightmare about Count Dracula hovering over her throat one night? He couldn't say. All he could say, really, was that he was sorry.
Coming back out into the living room, he flashed the young woman a sheepish smile as he handed Emily the little wrapped disc, saying, "Randall told me you liked the soda bread he made tonight, so I thought I'd share with ya a different sort I baked up the other day-more of a dessert-y bread, it's got raspberries and walnuts in it, and a little carraway seed too. I, uh, I hope you like it!"
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theheadlessgroom · 1 day
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"Lass, you can't blame yourself for that!" Wilhelm insisted gently, and without a second thought, he reached out and gently lay a warm hand over her cool one, brow furrowing upon hearing this-it just seemed deeply unfair of her to blame herself for what happened, to beat herself up for it. She had no way of knowing what was going to happen that night, and she shouldn't hold it against herself.
"Wil's right," June agreed, as Randall too reached out to take Emily's hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as his mother continued, "You shouldn't blame yourself, Emily-you...you thought you were doing right by our son, and I...I can understand that. You came from a place of love, trying to...spare him the heartache, I know. But...even when you tried to stay away, you couldn't, because you love my son. It's why you were there that night, watching over him like a guardian angel. And you were his guardian-you saved his life, and I thank you for it."
"You didn't fail me, Emily," Randall assured gently, as he pressed a loving kiss to her knuckle. "Far from it-you saved my life! Even when we were apart, I still loved you-and you still loved me, enough to keep watching out for me, even if it broke your heart to keep your distance. Your love saved me, Emily! That's...that's not failure, far from it!"
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theheadlessgroom · 6 days
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"It went great," Randall smiled warmly, as he removed the last of the boxes and tucked them under the bed, before he moved to turn the sheets down and fluff up her pillow for her, wanting to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.
"I...I think they're well on their way to being open to the idea of you joining the family," he continued, his smile not fading as he said this: Maybe he was putting all of his eggs into one basket, but given the way the Paces spoke with her all throughout the night, getting to know the truth, better understanding her, to say nothing of how they happily shared their most favorite family stories with her, how they fretted over making sure she stayed fed, and was shielded from the sun...it spoke volumes to him about how they felt about her, and how much they came to care for her.
"I...I don't think we'll have anything to worry about," he asserted gently, as he turned back to face Emily, to wrap an arm around her and kiss her again, to better put her mind at ease before she got some rest-maybe they'd talk about the future with his folks tonight before she left, maybe they wouldn't. But whenever they did, he had a good feeling the conversation would go well, and that his parents would welcome her into the family with open arms.
"That's not...hopelessly naive of me to think...is it?"
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theheadlessgroom · 7 days
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"...so I go looking for the little scamp, and I find him under the bed, looking extremely guilty, and with plenty of whipped cream still smeared on his cheeks," Wilhelm was recounting sometime later, having fallen into family stories, chiefly ones from Randall's childhood (the more endearing, the more embarrassing it was-all the more reason to tell them!), grinning to Emily as he continued, "Of course, he tries to tell me that he didn't eat all the whipped cream his ma just baked-told me it was the Whipped Cream Fairy who came in and ate it all."
"Pa..." Randall groaned, burying his reddened face in his hands at his father's storytelling, at which Wilhelm grinned, "It was cute, lad! Yes, your mother was a little irked in the moment, but she was able to laugh about it pretty quickly!"
"I was," June commented to Emily, resting her head in her chin as Randall continued to hide his face (though she caught a glimpse of a smile between his fingers), leaning back comfortably in her chair, enjoying the relaxed nature of the conversation as she recalled, "I spent all day baking up a banana cream pie, and I'd been so proud of my piping work with the whipped cream...I leave the room for all the more of five seconds, and when I come back, it's like I'd never decorated it at all! He could be very sneaky when he wanted to be, very soft on his feet when he was little, don't ask me how he pulled it off."
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theheadlessgroom · 10 days
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"Well, we insist that you take it," June replied gently (if a touch firmly), reaching across Wilhelm to push the key back towards Emily, adding, "As my husband said, we talked about it earlier: Even before we knew more about everything you've been through...we saw how much you care for our son, and how happy he made you. We could see that the world seemed...much less lonely to you, being by his side, and...well, we can't bear the idea of you being lonely anymore. Least of all after everything you told us.
So, we want you to have a key to our home," she continued, as she took Wilhelm's hand beneath the table, a quiet mirror to the way Randall held Emily's hand in turn. "We want to make it very clear to you that...we're not afraid of you, and that we would like to have you here with us, that you're welcome in our house, anytime."
"I...I can see now that...you're not the monster that I...that I've read about before," Wilhelm added gently. "I should've seen it before, but I didn't, and I'm sorry for it, I'm...I'm so, so sorry, lass. I want to make things right, and so, I want you to have that key, to show that...we trust you. And we want you here. We really do."
At this, Randall smiled gently as he looked from his parents to his beloved, giving her hand a little squeeze, as if to encourage her to accept-he could see that his parents really did trust and care for her, that they regretted the way they had treated her, and wanted to make things right. It was a touching notion, given how alone Emily had been for so long, and he could only hope that she would accept the key, and the offer to become a part of their family.
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theheadlessgroom · 15 days
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"Don't worry, lass, we've made sure he's had plenty of rest today!" Wilhelm smiled lightly as he walked by, at which Randall blushed a little in embarrassment-it was true, his parents had fussed over him quite a bit, making sure that he had plenty of water and pain medication to keep the aches at bay, that he didn't strain himself too much as he helped around the house, that he was comfortable whenever he sat down, and so on. He appreciated their efforts, of course, but that didn't stop his cheeks from warming a little all the same.
"I'm alright," he reassured her, before lowering his voice a little as he took her hand, asking, "Are you alright?" He was sure this was very nerve-wracking, tonight's little get-together...even with his parents meaning well, wanting to clear the air between them all, he was sure it was not an entirely comfortable experience...
...but again, he knew what his parents plan was; he may not know all the details, true, but he had faith that tonight would go smoothly, and that by the end of the evening, their relationship would be at least on the mend. He would be there for it, and for her, every step of the way, something he made sure she knew with the squeeze he gave her hand.
#((i honestly think horror can make you more empathetic! horror; i think more than almost any other genre))#((is chockful of tragic characters; tragic monsters that are just as much meant to be pitied as they are to be feared!))#((i think in a lot of ways; those tragic monsters speak to that part of us that wants to be loved))#((and fears that there's something about ourselves that will turn people away; that they'll shy away from!))#((it's especially true for those of us who feel like an outsider; who feels misunderstood in some way))#((for any reason; and so we feel a kinship with these characters in a lot of ways))#((and even if not that; we simply feel for them because of circumstances out of their control))#((leading to their current situation; their sympathetic motivations; it could be anything!))#((i think there's a reason why the frankenstein monster is considered one of the most beloved monsters out there))#((and why the karloff version in particular is so popular with little kids:))#((because as a little kid; you see something like yourself in the monster))#((you too are learning; you're lost and confused and don't always understand))#((and so when you see the monster lumbering around; you see his childlike innocence; his wonder; his confusion))#((his eventual learning...you look at him and see yourself; and you just want to take him by the hand and be kind to him))#((to give him a guiding hand! at least; that's how i felt watching the 'frankenstein' movies as a kid!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Dark Shadows
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theheadlessgroom · 17 days
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On the one hand, Wilhelm understood this response: He supposed, being what so many people would consider a monster, a child of the night who lived on blood, being immediately feared upon revealing oneself as a vampire was to be expected, and in that regard, she didn't hold it against him and June, for reacting the way they did. They did it out of a desire to protect their son from what they thought was a threat...
...but at the same time, the guilt nagged him, even with her understanding. Maybe it was because it just wasn't like him to jump to conclusions about people and assume the worst, and he hated to think that he'd done it now (granted, he'd never thought he'd ever meet a supernatural being, but even so...). Maybe it was because he knew what it was like to have people judge him without hearing him out-even though he'd been sober for decades, there were still some who assumed the worst of him, thought he'd fall off the wagon at any given moment. It lost him a lot of job opportunities, people thinking that of him.
Maybe because he'd so forcibly kept Randall away from the woman he loved, he rebelled, trying to see her night after night, despite what might be out there in the darkness. There were things more fearful than Emily lurking in the dark-muggers, clearly. Maybe if he hadn't been so quick on the draw like that, trying to keep the two apart, his boy wouldn't be laid up the way he was now...
The thought continued to gnaw at Wilhelm as he knelt beside June, who seemed similarly distressed at the thought of being the indirect cause of her son's injuries, though she didn't say so as she sighed, "I just...thank God you were there, Emily. You watched over him, and you protected him when he needed it the most. That...that means the world to us. Thank God for you.
Is...is there anyway we can...repay you? Or, better yet...make it up to you, for everything?"
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theheadlessgroom · 19 days
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"Emily..." Randall began, almost tearfully, but it was June and Wilhelm who spoke up over him-not to agree, not to rush her out the door and warn her not to come back, but instead to ask her to stay.
"Please," Wilhelm began, as June reached out to take the young woman's cold hand, stopping her as he continued, "W-Would you stay, just a little longer, lass? Really, we...we'd like it if you stayed. I-I promise, y-you're not intruding; Junie and I weren't able to sleep anyways..."
"You saved our son's life, and you brought him back home to us," June continued gently, as Randall sat up a little, just as surprised as Emily was at this sudden turn of events, this change in reaction in his parents. "We...we can't thank you enough for that. Please, won't you sit down? I...I think we have a lot to talk about...and a lot to apologize for."
At this, Randall's eyes widened further, as he looked between Emily, his mother, and his father, that surprise turning to a sort of tentative relief, as his mother encouraged Emily to make herself comfortable, while June moved to the kitchen to put on a pot of tea, to perhaps soothe their frazzled nerves. She hoped the young woman (not a monster, she thought to herself, but a young woman) would accept, and hear out what the Pace parents had to say.
#((i'm sorry: an a.i. just isn't nearly as threatening as the soul of a serial killer!))#((the terror of 'child's play' is defidently that andy is so little-he's this adorable little six-year-old who makes your heart melt))#((watching him make his mom breakfast on his own birthday and getting excited about having a good guy of his own))#((and so you don't want anything to happen to him! he's being preyed upon by what he thought was his friend))#((his talking good guy doll-even worse; chucky told andy that he was sent by andy's dead father to play with him))#((which adds a cruel twist to things-andy just wanted a friend; and now he's in danger; and no one believes him))#((not until the end! so having andy be older; be attacked by an a.i. doll who should NOT be that strong like you said))#((and have more allies on his side; it really does take away that fear factor; that level of suspense!))#((and there really is so much love in the main franchise; as opposed to the 2019 reboot))#((which feels more like your standard cash grab! it's almost a family affair))#((considering the actress who played andy's mother in the first film married kevin yagher))#((who designed and built the chucky animatronic; i think alex vincent's little sister played chucky))#((for the scene where he runs behind andy's aunt maggie shortly before she goes pushed out the window))#((and of course brad dourif's daughter fiona is a part of the franchise now; having played nica pierce))#((and even playing a young charles lee ray in flashbacks for the tv show!))#((there really is so much love and care behind it; the kind of love and care you just don't see in the reboot!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Dark Shadows
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theheadlessgroom · 24 days
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In turn, Randall squeezed her hand back, as he drew in a deep breath. Despite his best efforts, clinging to the notion that his parents would at the very least be understanding once everything was laid out on the table for them, seeing that Emily really meant him no harm and that they truly were in love, there was no denying that growing cold pit in the bottom of his stomach, worsened only by her suggestion. A part of him sort of wanted to (however lamely) protest, instead suggest they save it for another day, and just enjoy themselves for now...
...he knew, in his heart, she was right. They would have to tell them at some point, and it was better to do it now rather than later; Randall had never been one keen to lie to his parents, and he knew the guilt of keeping such a massive secret from them would eat him up from the inside out. Thus, it was just better to get it out of the way-for both his and Emily's ease of mind.
"You're right," he sighed, as he brought her closer, wrapping his arm around her as he nodded, "They...they do deserve to know. I'll, uh...I'll give them a call in a little while, tell 'em when I'll be home, and that you'll be with me. We'll...we'll tell them together."
He punctuated this with another loving kiss, this one pressed to her cheek as he reassured her, "It'll be alright, Emily."
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