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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 26
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Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse.
“She’s an unfit mother, your honor,” Andy growled as he glared at his soon to be ex-wife, “she has postpartum and hasn’t been taking any medication for it since the birth of our second child. She had abandoned our first child for the first few years of his life and put our second child through dozens of needless and invasive tests!”
“Do you have proof of this, Mr. Barber?”
Andy frowned, unhappy that the judge wasn’t just taking his side, “Gary, you know-“
“Mr. Barber, I took the case because numerous other judges recused themselves on personal grounds. A lot of us know you and your wife, but I’m going to remind you that this is an impartial case where accusations have to have foundations,” the judge reminded him, “you as well as anyone should know that wild accusations only hurt those involved. So unless you have physical proof-“
“After she gave birth to our son, she moved to Massachusetts to go to MIT!”
“Your evidence is that your wife went to school?”
Andy’s frown deepened, “Gary-“
“Mr. Barber…I will not remind you again.”
He huffed before standing beside his desk, “your honor. My wife and I were engaged when my son was born. She returned the ring to me and left. I then proceeded to see someone else. Someone who I was engaged to after her, who was going to legally adopt my son as Sasha was in the process of giving up all parental rights for him.”
“And was this process ever completed?” the judge asked, “Was the paperwork ever filed with the courts?”
Andy’s jaw twitched, and he shook his head, “no your honor.”
“Then where is your proof that she abandoned your son?” he asked, “because to me, it’s a mother who wanted to further her education. The two of you ended her relationship, but it just sounds like an undocumented agreement where you had sole custody of your son during that time.”
“She’s been diagnosed with postpartum. She was on medication after our son was born.”
“As many women are.”
Andy was quickly losing his patience with the judge.
He’d half expected the judge to make a personal decision and give Andy the sole custody of the kids.
And while his more logical side had known that wasn’t going to happen, it was a hope that he’d kept in the back of his mind, nonetheless.
“Mrs. Barber?”
Sasha stood nervously at her lawyer’s insistence, “Yes your honor?”
“Do you have any reason to think why your husband is making these accusations of you abandoning your children and putting them through needless medical procedures?”
“He believes I was cheating on him, your honor,” she admitted softly, “he kicked me out of our shared home, and-“
“He kicked you out?” he asked, brow raised as he looked at Andy. Judge Gary Tellman had known Andy for most of his career. So much so that Andy had considered him a friend before their court date began. He knew that Sasha didn’t have a job, as Andy had insisted she be a stay at home mother. And as the proceedings continued, Andy had begun to feel that maybe that was the issue. Maybe the fact that his friend knew their marital life, and wasn’t instantly siding with him, it was an issue.
“Your honor, she was cheating on me.”
“I was attending a support group for parents coping with their feelings,” she argued, glaring at her husband, “you had someone follow me and-“
“AND HE KISSED YOU!”
“I PUSHED HIM AWAY!”
“IS THAT WHY HE’S HERE NOW?” Andy screamed at his wife, “is that why the man you’re fucking is sitting behind th-“
“ORDER!” the judge commanded, banging his gavel, “I will have order in my courtroom!”
Both Andy and Sasha quieted themselves and sat down while the judge tried to get the situation back on track.
“I want the two of you to listen and listen right now. Whatever is going on is between you two. I understand that divorces and custody hearings are difficult, but this is what happens. You will not scream at each other in my court room. Is that understood?”
“Yes your honor.”
“Yes.”
“Now…Mrs. Barber. Is the man that your husband is referring to in this room?”
“He is, your honor?”
“And why is he here?”
“Because when Andy threw my stuff out, he was the one that picked me up,” she informed him, “Curtis was the one that let me stay with him. I babysat his daughter in exchange for the roof over my head.”
“And you didn’t have anyone else you could stay with?”
“My father is going through some of his own issues at the current point in time with his own wife,” she admitted, “he had some other things to deal with. And as he reminded me. I am an adult, and I needed to forge my own path.”
“And these needless medical procedures you put your children through?”
“They weren’t needless,” she said with a shake of her head, “Ashley has a heart defect. An arrhythmia. I thought she stopped breathing one night, and I brought her to the doctors. Clearly, they agreed with me, as they believed something serious could be wrong. She was born with it. Through the tests we found out that she can’t be treated like other children. No contact sports. No harsh physical activities…because that can cause the arrhythmia. Which can cause her heart to stop.”
“So they were necessary.”
“Yes your honor!”
“Very well…”
“Your honor…I’d like to address Mr. Barber’s own parental history as part of the record,” Sasha’s lawyer began, standing up, “it is of my knowledge that Mr. Barber had an incident on father’s day with his children where authorities were involved. I believe that we need to examine that.”
“What?” Sasha asked, her own eyes wide at what she’d heard, “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“You weren’t aware of the incident at your home with your husband and children, Mrs. Barber?”
“No….a-are they okay?” she asked quickly, “What happened? Andy?”
“It’s none of your business, Sasha!”
“They’re my children!”
“Mr. Barber, you had another pull custody from your wife last year,” the judge said firmly, “am I to believe that your wife had no knowledge of what happened on father’s day a few months ago?”
Andy’s jaw tightened, “she’s not part of it, your honor!”
He looked to Sasha and her lawyer, “Proceed with your evidence.”
“On father’s day, Mr. Barber had an altercation with his then 11 year old son and 6 year old daughter where they discussed Mrs. Barber’s living arrangements. The children were upset after not having seen their mother for a matter of months. After the six year old spilled her juice, Mr. Barber struck his son. There are bruises from abuse that the doctors at the hospital can place as early as two months after she was removed from the home. The eleven year old spun into the table and landed in the broken glass. The six year old called the police and retrieved the gun from Mr. Barber’s gun safe, believing that her brother was going to be harmed. When police showed up, Mr. Barber was arrested. The children were taken to a hospital where they were examined. The eleven year old suffered internal trauma and had bleeding which had to be repaired surgically. The six year old would have suffered a heart attack had the pace maker not shocked her heart back into a sinus rhythm thanks to the previous mentions to necessary medical care provided by the mother in the past.”
Sasha’s throat went dry as she listened to what her lawyer had just said.
She hadn’t been aware of anything going on.
She’d been so lost in her little life with Curtis that she tried to p ush the fact that she was without her children to the back of her mind.
“Andy?”
He only glared at his wife, “they’re exaggerating. Little brats learned it from you!”
Her stomach sank as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
She had abandoned her babies.
She’d left them with someone who she thought they would be safe with only for him to turn out to be a monster.
“My-my children?” she asked, on the brink of sobbing, “wh-where are my children?”
“They’ve been under the care of a Jake and Maddison Jenson since the time of the incident,” her lawyer said firmly, reading from the file, “in that time, Mr. Barber hasn’t been allowed visitation as suggested from the original hearing.”
“Why wasn’t Mrs. Barber contacted?” the judge asked.
“It looked like Mr. Barber used his connections to ensure that the children would go to a family friend instead of foster care, and the case is sealed under Judge DiMattio!” her lawyer answered, “I had to fight with the courthouse to get these documents and statements alone, but Mr. Jensen has been extremely helpful in the case. The Jensen family attempted to contact Mrs. Barber, but her phone had been turned off months prior by Mr. Barber. She was unreachable. The Jensens are outside the court room, sitting with a bailiff and the children.”
The judge shook his head, the disgust in his face obvious, “I think I’ve heard all that I needed to hear. I’m going to make my decision.”
“Your honor-“
“I have decided in favor of Mrs. Barber,” the judge answered shortly, “Mr. Barber has provided no proof of wrong-doing when it comes to the parental rights of Mrs. Barber, and while he, himself has utilized the system to favor him, I believe that was a gross instance of misconduct, which I plan on bringing up and filing a complaint. Mr. Barber. I’m going to let you know right now, you are on thin ice, which is about to break. You’re going to be brought into police custody for the misuse of power and what seems like a partial decision and treatment based on your friendship with certain people.”
“This is lud-“
“Ballif, take Mr. Barber away!” the judge ordered as he banged his gavel, “Mrs. Barber…your children are outside this room…they are now in your sole custody, with no visitation rights for Mr. Barber. I’m sorry that justice has taken you this long to acquire!”
Chapter 27
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#real housewives#housewives#bravo#bravo tv#real housewives out of context#real housewives ultimate girls trip#ultimate girls trip#rhugt#ex wives club#taylor armstrong#taylor rhobh
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@adelarsims has got me on a lore kick...
Judith Straud & Avelina Lunvik, (ex)wives of Vlad & Greg. ("Lost" by choice, not by death.)
Years and years ago Vlad and Greg turned each other's wives to spite each other, and Judith and Avelina were so sick of their husbands' petty little rivalry that they left them both and fucked off together instead. With Avelina's science and Judith's money and ambition they worked together to stave off the worst of their conditions' effects. (Unlike their ex-husbands, who've both given into their monstrous natures.) Nowadays they're still together and doing pretty damn good, actually--they're co-CEOs of their occult pharmaceutical company. (Ever wonder who manufactures the plasma packs you order online? L&S Pharma, baby!)
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Hate hate hate that movie trope where a woman's husband has an affair so they get a divorce/separate and the woman decides to live her best life and be her best self and she DOES and then the stupid husband comes crawling back like actually I am attracted to the new vivacious you now and also that other woman dumped me and then she TAKES HIM BACK????
Violence, rage even
#BOOOOOOOO#off the top of my head...the women...1st wives club...jane austen bookclub...#at least in that bollywood movie queen she tell her ex fiancee to fuck off#but in enlgish vinglish the lady takes her husband back 😒#i dunno if ive posted about this bwfore i just hate this trope it ticks me off
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Vicki Claims the Truth Always Prevails!
Brandi Glanville has felt completely abandoned by Bravo in Caroline Manzo’s lawsuit over sexual assault.
But she’s supported by her cast members.
The immense stress and the emotional turmoil she’s under because of the lawsuit have caused physical plagues for her.
In October she collapsed in her home and her son had to call 911. Her lips and face have also swollen up, accompanied by anaphylactic shock.
She’s in pain, and it must probably hurt immensely that Bravo, Peacock or Andy Cohen isn’t speaking up for her in this case.
She has been cancelled, written off and forgotten. But Vicki Gunvalson has spoken up on her behalf.
On social media she posted that “The truth always prevails.”
Vicki and Brandi were like oil and vinegar on Ex-Wives Club, so I didn’t expect that she would take Brandi’s side in this lawsuit.
Maybe they’ve grown closer as they know that they created great entertainment in RHUGT2.
But Vicki isn’t the only one who’s supporting Brandi during this lawsuit. On Instagram Camille Grammer posted this:
“We all think Caroline has gone too far with this lawsuit. I wasn’t in the bathroom when the so-called alleged event happened. What I did see was the two ladies laughing and getting along.”
She also reposted a tweet that said that Peacock is tabling RHUGT4 because of the lawsuit with the short comment: “This stinks.”
That’s a pretty strong statement from Camille. It implies that the other women on the show doesn’t agree with Caroline’s accusations.
Gretchen Rossi has also stated that she wishes that the show would air, but it will never see the time of day. It’s over for RHUGT4.
In the Vanity Fair article about Bethenny Frankel’s Reality Reckoning, Brandi shared that she and Caroline never were alone in the bathroom.
Phaedra Parks was sober that day and was with them when Brandi had kissed Caroline.
And according to her, that was “nothing short of a modern-day Harlequin Romance…. Love was winning.”
Does that mean that she’s implying that the kiss was consensual? Was that what Vicki meant with “the truth always prevails”?
#Real Housewives Ultimate Girls Trip#RHUGT#RHUGT4#Brandi Glanville#Caroline Manzo#Andy Cohen#Vicki Gunvalson#Ex-Wives Club#Camille Grammer#Gretchen Rossi#Bethenny Frankel#Reality Reckoning#Phaedra Parks
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Introducing…
Ex-Tubers!!! ❤️🥰👏😍👍
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Watch "SISTER WIVES Exclusive! ROBYN has Alter Ego She Details in Book Becoming Sister Wives.... WOW!!" on YouTube
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#sister wives book#books#book reactions#book reading#book conservation#book club#sisterwives#sister wives’ christine brown bids ‘bittersweet’ goodbye to show in emotional final video from set after split from kody#sister wives’ janelle brown shares post workout selfie after ‘dropping 100 pounds’ and ‘splitting’ from husband kody#meri and janelle brown leave kody and robyn for good#sister wives’ kody and robyn brown ‘to spend the holidays apart’ from his exes meri#robyn brown#joe rogan experience#entertainment news#sister wives’ janelle brown ‘planning to officially move to utah with christine’ after nasty breakup from husband kody#sister wives#sister wife#sister wives news#sister wives stars & polygamous couple christine and nathan collier split after kody’s breakup from three wives#polygamist#plural marriage#polygamy#fundie social media#fundie snark#sister wives fans are convinced kody brown is begging for ex christine back after her drastic weight loss & glow up#sister wives’ janelle brown shares full body pic & drowns in baggy sweater after 100 pound weight loss & split from kody#kody brown#sister wives’ meri brown was ‘always jealous’ of husband kody’s ‘favorite’ wife robyn before split from family#sister wives’ christine brown brutally shades ex kody in new post after his split from her and wives janelle and meri#meri brown
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FUCK. She doesn't want to say it. Saying it makes it real. Saying it is admitting defeat. Screw acceptance or whatever other stages of grief she's supposed to be going through. All she feels is blind rage. All because of Bruce fucking Wayne. And she has a hunch that Talia might know a thing or two about that. ❛ He signed the papers. ❜ Selina says it and suddenly it's real. They're getting a divorce. It's over. And all she can do is lie on the floor and take another swig of her glass. ❛ Fucker. ❜ Yeah, she's gonna need something stronger than wine.
@pitborn / starter call.
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Good Girls Grown Up
Word Count: 4.3k
Note: This takes place approximately three years before the current timeline of Ex Wive's Club
Warnings: anxiety, feelings of not being a good enough pairing, slight angst, insecurities, soft! Lee (because that is a warning), bullying, mentions of an unwanted child, angst in children, gaslighting.
“Mayor Bodecker, what do you think you are doing?” she whispered softly as her husband’s nimble fingers worked their way sinfully inside of her sleep shorts. Lee hummed thoughtfully, pressing his erection against his wife’s backside. His fingers dipped inside of her, and she moaned. Her eyes flickered closed and her core clenched around the familiar digits, “Lee…oh, fuck…”
“Such improper language for the first lady of our little town.”
She giggled as he nipped along her neck. Instinctively she bucked her hips against her husband’s hand, his calloused palm dragging deliciously against her clit. Lee’s own hips pressed forward once more as he was filled with need for her, “Lee…oh, Lee…who cares about language…”
“You’re right,” he agreed thoughtfully. She whimpered when his fingers pulled out of her, and his hands worked needily on her sleep shorts. She was quick to stop him, and he frowned. She turned her head ever so slightly so that she saw him in her peripherals. He wore a nervous look, “what’s wrong, Em?”
“Lee…the kids…” she sighed, “it’s Easter…they’re bound to barge in…and the triplets…”
Lee looked over to the extra-large bassinet, where his three youngest babies were sleeping soundly. He sighed to himself, “you know that ‘he’ misses being inside of you, sweet pea…”
“Lee, we have nine little babies now…not six…and four of them have the ability to barge in without their siblings carrying them.”
“Just one taste,” Lee all but begged, his nose gently touching that of his wife’s. She turned around in his arms, giggling at him. He frowned a little bit more and she wrapped her arms around his neck, “c’mon sweet pea…we’ve done this since we moved here…I taste you before we start our festivities…it sets my whole day right!”
“Your insatiable nature is the reason we have nine children, mayor!” she teased.
“Oh, it’s not for lack of trying, sweet pea,” Lee smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, “if you’d let me as much as I wanted to, we’d easily have double the number.”
“Lee Bodecker!” she squealed.
Lee smiled, “c’mon sugar…there was a time when you were the same…I remember quite frequently when we were freshly married, you were askin’ for my Bodecker baby juice all the time…”
A new blush rose to her cheeks and Lee shot her a flirtatious wink, “oh I still do want it…but I think we need to seriously consider you getting snipped first…”
She watched the color drain from his face, “snipped?”
“Lee, we have nine babies…”
“What happened to double digits, Mrs. Bodecker?”
“Nine children happened!” she sighed, admitting it aloud, “I don’t know how you’re in your 40’s and manage to keep up with them. I’m only in my 20’s and they leave me exhausted every night…”
“You want me to hire a nanny to help you out?” Lee asked, a concerned tone taking hold of his voice, “sweet pea…I cou-“
“I’m not saying that, Lee,” she said quickly, cutting him off, “I just-“
“Sweet pea…I don’t want you feeling like you are run ragged by the babies…we got more than enough money to be hiring help!” Lee offered. He watched how silent he was for a moment, and in that instant he knew that there was a bit more to how she was feeling.
He started piecing together all the little hints.
They hadn’t been having as much sex.
She was less flirty, and always talking about being exhausted.
Sometimes he’d get home late and she’d already be passed out in bed, the children tucked away.
Lee waited patiently, “baby…talk to me…just say the word and we’ll do it.”
Em bit her lip, “you wouldn’t be mad?”
Lee felt his heart ache. He held his wife a little bit closer and reached up to tip her chin up so that she was looking directly at him, “why would I be mad, sweet pea? We have nine amazing babies together…you gave me that amazing gift! Hell, you agreed to marry me and let me make nine sweet, beautiful babies with you. Let me do this for you, baby…”
“I think I need help, Lee…” she admitted with a nod. Lee nodded in response and wrapped his arms around her.
“We’ll hire some help, baby….and I-I’ll look into a vasectomy.”
“I-I don’t want to go to school today…”
Jake frowned, looking down at Evie as he served up the pancakes and French toast he’d made for the kids. His youngest two seemed oblivious to the tension in the room as they munched on their breakfast, but Jake and his eldest son were tuned into Evie’s distress, “why not, Eve?”
“I just don’t want to go!” she muttered, poking at her food, “can I stay home today? I-I think I need to stay home. My tummy hurts!”
“Look, kiddo…we talk about our feelings in this household…you know that! If you’re feeling sick, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment and get it figured out, but that’s not what it sounds like. So do you want to talk about it? If not, we’re going to school today!” Jake said firmly as he placed the pan back on the stove. When she didn’t respond he put the spatula down and turned around, speaking into the Bluetooth in his ear, where his team was going over the groundwork for a mission, “Clay…pooch, I’m going to have to call you guys back…”
He tapped the side of his Bluetooth without waiting for a response, and then looked to his adopted daughter, “you going to tell me what’s going on, Evie, or do I have to play twenty questions?”
Her jaw tensed momentarily, and her eyes glistened. She looked to Tyler and he went to speak but she ran away from the table. Jake looked between his sons and daughter. Layla and Jacob shrugged, the three and four year old not entirely sure what was going on, while the second grader Tyler bit his lip and looked away from his father. Jake watched his son’s actions, and he sighed when the little boy refused to make eye contact with him.
“Tyler…”
“Evie asked Michael to play with her at recess yesterday…and they kissed underneath the slide…”
He fought off the instinctive protective urge that made him want to smack the young Barber boy silly in lieu of hearing the rest of what his son had to say. He waited, but Tyler remained silent. Jake’s brow furrowed, “and…”
“Some of the other kids said that Michael only kissed her because he felt bad for her,” he admitted, still biting his lip as he told his father the story, “Evie got sad when they asked why he’d feel bad for her…”
“What did they say, Tyler?”
“That Michael only did it because he feels bad that Evie’s real mom didn’t want her…” he said quickly, “that you and mom only took her in because her mom was going to throw her away! They started calling her a garbage baby.”
Jake looked down the hall, heartbroken over what his son had just told him. They’d had a long journey fighting for Evie, and she was wanted amongst the Jenson clan more than anything, “you know that’s not true, right Tyler?”
“Of course I know that!” he said as though it were the most obvious piece of information he ever heard, “I told Evie that we love her and that she should tell you and mom, but she said no…she tried to talk to Michael and he wouldn’t even look at her.”
Jake’s jaw tensed, “that little shit…”
“Dad…am I in trouble?”
“No bud,” Jake said with a shake of his head. He reached over and messed with his son’s hair, “you aren’t in trouble.”
“I pushed Michael when he ran away from Evie…”
“I’ll be right back,” Jake said quickly, disregarding the claim that his son made, “you did good in protecting your sister…do me a favor and make sure Layla and Jacob eat breakfast!”
“Okay daddy…”
Jake rushed out of the kitchen and down the hall to where Evie’s room was. His heart ached as he heard the little girl crying from the other side of the door. But before he could so much as speak when he burst through the door, he saw that his wife already was there sitting on the bed, with Evie sitting on her lap and sobbing against her chest.
“It’s okay, Evie,” Maddie sighed, gently smoothing down her half-sister’s hair, “don’t listen to those mean kids at school…”
“They said my real mommy didn’t want me! They called me a garbage baby,” she sobbed, “and Michael went along with it. Michael is my boyfriend! And he didn’t stand up for me.”
“Well I’m going to talk to Sasha and Andy after I drop you off at school-“
“Mommy no!”
“Baby…that’s not right,” she sighed, looking into her half-sisters chocolate orbs, “no one should say that. And if Michael really was your boyfriend he would have stood up for you. You said Tyler stood up for you, right?”
“Uh-huh…”
“People that love you will always stick up for you, baby!”
“But my real mommy didn’t want me!” she argued, “no one wants me…you and daddy just feel bad for me!”
“Don’t you ever say that again!” Maddie said firmly, holding the little girl at arm’s length. Maddie’s tears reflected Evie’s and both of them refused to move a muscle, “I don’t want you to ever say that again…”
“But it’s true!”
“I want you!” Maddie said quickly, a tear streaming down her cheek, “I want you so desperately to be part of the family Evie…our mother was a mean woman…but I wanted you so badly. I fought for you!”
“We fought for you!” Jake agreed from the door.
Both Evie and Maddie looked teary eyed at Jake. Jake felt like his throat was closing up, seeing two of his girls in so much pain, but he pushed himself further into the room. He dropped to his knees, “Evie…Maddie and I want you…Maddie and I adopted you when we got you here…remember?”
The little girl nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.
But the trio was shocked when they heard another voice from the door.
“We want you too, Evie!” Tyler proclaimed, “You’re my big sister…you’re all of our big sister…”
“Sissy!” the three-year-old Jacob chirped. Layla nodded in agreement, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“We love you, sissy!”
Evie sniffled and Jake led the charge, wrapping his arms around both Maddie and her. The Jensen babies were quick to join in and they all began to reaffirm the love that they held for Evie. Maddie sniffled and Jake’s eyes caught hers.
‘I love you!’ she mouthed.
And Jake tearily smiled, wondering how his life managed to go so right.
“Hey…”
Cami looked up from her desk, surprised to see Sam standing there with kindergarteners Jamie and Stephanie, and his own four-year-old daughter, Kaya. She bit her lip, unable to hold back the smile from her lips, “well hey there guys…what are you doing here?”
“A few of the guys were working on some new prototypes for the wings on my suit…”he said with a shrug, “picked the girls up, and was going to take them down to the tech lab since the daycare closed down for the day…”
“Again?”
“Your newborn brother can be thanked for that…” he said while holding back a chuckle. Cami frowned, nervous to ask. Sam bit his lip, “apparently one of the women was playing with him, and he wouldn’t let go of her finger…”
“Oh no…”
“He snapped it!”
Cami gasped, “No.”
“Was pretty funny watching Buck come and get him…” Sam admitted, “but it’s better than Mel coming down. You know she would have made those poor girls feel bad for it. Your dad just looks sad when he tries to fight over it.”
“Oh god…is he arguing with them again?”
“Baby, it’s the second time James injured one of the workers…”
“He’s a serum baby…they know that they’re supposed to not stick their hands in his face,” she sighed, “he’s got super strength. I mean, Jamie and Stephanie are a lot more mild-mannered than him, and me and Steve were there a lot more…I mean, he cut down on the missions he took, and I didn’t work for a while when I had them…mom is a counselor with those groups and dad’s never slowed down. James is bored! Of course he’ll break bones and test waters if someone allows him to.”
“Doesn’t do that to your mom!”
“Mom does have a way with Barnes boys…” she laughed to herself, “she puts them in their place, and quick!”
“Mommy come with us!” Jamie begged, interrupting the adult conversation.
Stephanie and Kaya agreed, “Come down to play with us!”
“Mommy’s busy babies…I have a lot of work I need to do!”
“Please!” Kaya asked, running up to Cami’s desk, “we wanna show you a card we made…we made cards!”
“A card?”
Sam nodded, pulling the attention away from the girls, “they made you and Nia a card because mother’s day was coming up next month…”
“You girls made us cards?”
The girls giggled, excitedly nodding along. A chorus of squeals met her ears, “and I have to come down with you guys?”
“Uh huh!”
“YEAH!”
“Come with us, mommy!”
“See my mommy?”
“Yes, Kaya, we can stop at the medical ward and see your mommy too!” she agreed, lifting the young Wilson girl up, “after we drop daddy off to go play with his wings, we can see mommy Nia!”
“Daddy us uppies too?”
Sam smiled, lifting Jamie up first, only to pass her off to Cami, who balanced her on the other hip, and then he turned to Stephanie who was giddly awaiting to be picked up by him.
“Uppies!” Stephanie giggled.
“Yeah, yeah!” Sam smiled, lifting her up, “now you three are stuck with us!”
“YAY!” Kaya giggled.
“Mission Accomplish!”
“To tech!” Jamie demanded.
“Yep,” Sam nodded, already starting out the door, “Mission accomplished girls. We got mommy out of the office! Now lets go play with Uncle Tony’s tech and then we’ll see your mommy Kaya!”
The girls were a mess of giggles, chattering excitedly the whole way down to the tech wing, but as soon as Sam let them go to try on the wings, the girls all lost interest.
It didn’t matter that he was the new Captain America, or that the wings were easily way bigger than them. The girls were far more excited by the prospect of showing off their cards.
They had jointly handed off their card for Cami, but the twins insisted that they take the card up to Kaya’s mom. Sam was okay with the idea, seeing the girls were already starting to get a little bored being forced to be in the space that wasn’t friendly to a child.
So they quickly made their way up to the medical wing. Doctor Cho had told Cami that Nia was off in the office, catching up on paperwork.
And surprised she was, when Cami opened the door to the office, and three little girls were bunched up beside her, rushing on in.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” she said quickly as the girls ran to the front of the desk, “Doctor Cho said it was okay and we wanted to surprise you!”
Nia smiled, genuinely taken back seeing her little girl excitedly peering at her from over the edge of the desk, “You…wanted to surprise me?”
Cami smiled at how surprised Nia actually looked. She looked from her daughter to her one time best friend, tears lining her eyes. Kaya was giggling, the four-year-old holding out a mother’s day card that was nothing more than a bunch of scribbles to her.
“Momma, you!”
“She’s handing it to you, momma!” Cami smirked.
Nia rushed around the desk and knelt down to her daughter, overwhelmed by the emotions that she’d felt. She reached out, her hand stroking her daughter’s cheek, before pushing back to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, “it’s beautiful baby.”
“Love you momma!”
Kaya nearly threw herself against her mother, her tiny arms wrapping around her as much as they could. Nia leaned into her daughter’s touch, “oh baby…thank you.”
The card lay nearly forgotten between the two of them for a few moments.
“If you’re willing to spring yourself from Dr. Cho for a bit, we could go and grab lunch with the girls. Sam is testing some new wings in the courtyard.”
“Do you wanna grab some lunch, baby?” Nia asked.
Kaya nodded excitedly, “We go lunch with mommy and momma.”
“Yeah baby!” Nia confirmed, “let’s go grab some lunch.”
Sasha bit her nails, unsure of what to do. She sighed, taking a deep breath as the doctor looked at her, “there’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Mrs. Barber, or so it appears, but we’ll know more after tonight.”
“See, I told you,” Andy smiled reassuringly, “Ashley is doing great!”
“Andy, she’s wetting the bed and screaming in the middle of the night…” she said worriedly, “last week she stopped breathing.”
“You thought she stopped breathing.”
“You don’t have to deal with it,” she grumbled, “you sleep like a rock, Andy…”
“Baby…”
“Well, the two of you will have a night off tonight at least,” the doctor attempted to joke, “the sleep study should reveal any issues that she’s been having and we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Andy and Sasha shared a look before turning their attention back to the doctor, “you mean we can leave her here?”
“She’ll be monitored the whole night. You two are free to leave. The sleep study will end and we’ll have the results by nine AM.”
“Why do you have to discredit everything that I do?” she spat, the left overs to the dinner she, Andy, and Michael had enjoyed, now being put away.
Andy frowned, “what are you talking about, Sash?”
“The doctor’s office, earlier..I thought Ashley stopped breathing,” she remarked, “no, Andy…I didn’t think it happened. It did happen. I was check-“
“Here we go again,” Andy growled, cutting her off, “you check on the kids through the night and you spotted her in a second where her breath hitched. You didn’t have to go rushing in and make it seem like you were saving her life, Sasha. Ashley was fine. You scared her when you woke her up like that”
“I’m not crazy, Andy…she did stop breathing!”
“Look, I get it…the kids weren’t your first option, but you’re going overboard, Sasha,” he said angrily, his arms crossing over his broad chest. He leaned against the counter and glared at her, “but we had Michael. You walked away and left me with him. He turned out fine. When you came back, you agreed to a second child. You wanted Ashley just as much as I did. You can’t keep going back and forth about this.”
“What the hell are you saying, Andy?”
“You need to get help,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders, “I was talking to Bucky and the guys about it bec-“
“You were talking to Bucky?” she growled, “why the hell were you talking to Bucky and the guys about our relationship, Andrew?”
“Mel’s a counselor baby!”
“Don’t baby me,” she replied angrily, “this is not a situation you can just ‘baby’ your way out of. You were talking about me to the guys…”
“I think you could really help from the support groups that Melissa helps run.”
“I’m not going to that, Andy…we tried it when I went through the postpartum with her, and it didn’t work,” she answered, her defenses building up because of her anger, “my meds are good, and I evened out!”
“You haven’t,” Andy declared, “even before the other week when Ashley supposedly stopped breathing, you were doing things, putting her through unnecessary tests. There’s nothing wrong with our daughter, Sasha…”
“Andy yes there is!”
“No, there isn’t!” he argued, “now here’s what’s going to happen, Sash…because I’m fucking tired of this. Tomorrow morning, when we pick up Ashley and the doctor says there’s nothing wrong with her, you’re going to drop it. No more testing. No more scaring her. We’re done with this endless, needless chase.”
“Somethings wrong, And-“
“SASHA if you don’t drop it, I’m going to drop you…plain and simple. Stop looking for things to be wrong!” Andy said definitively, “because the only issues that exist are the ones that you’re creating!”
“I don’t want to do it, Ari…”
Ari smiled, watching as his wife held their eldest, balanced on her hip, “you’ve already done it once, my love…but if you’re really upset about letting Isaac going to kindergarten in the fall, we could always-“
“Oh no, Levinson, I know where you’re going with that,” Britt smirked. She was quick to cover Israels’ ears, even though the sick kindergartener was in a deep sleep against his mother, “and watch that mouth of yours daddy bears…we’ve got baby ears nearby.”
Ari licked his lips and eyed his wife’s form, her sleep shorts leaving her thighs bare, while the fabric of the cami was pushed down ever so slightly from Israel leaning against her chest, “well…he is asleep…we could put him back down in his bed.”
“Ari…”
Ari sighed, knowing how much she missed spending her days with her growing children. She’d been far too busy at the law firm with her father lately, and had begun missing out on mile markers like Israel losing his first tooth and the Thanksgiving play. And she’d missed Isaac learning how to tie his shoes. And their youngest…Britt was heartbroken when she missed Arianna’s first day of daycare just so that she could get some socialization with children other than her two older brothers.
“I know mommy bear!” Ari agreed, coming in close to his wife. He reached out and took Israel out of her arms, and the little boy snuggled against his father, adjusting quickly, “you wanted to go back to work though…”
“I thought I would be okay…”
“We can talk to your dad together if you want,” Ari offered, “I’m sure he’d underst-“
“No…we can’t bring it up!” she frowned, “you know how much issues he’s having with Sasha…”
“But if this is affecting you this much-“
“Ari…dad doesn’t need the stress…I-I’ll get through it,” she argued quickly and quietly, following her husband as he went to Israel’s room and laid the five year old down, “I just didn’t know that I’d miss spending this much time with the kids…and I mean, one of us has to work…you retired from the embassy. And-“
“Hey…calm down,” Ari said gently. She stared helplessly up at him while he held her by the shoulders, “you are an amazing, intelligent woman, who is a force to be reckoned with, in and out of the courtroom. But you are just one woman. You need to take care of yourself just as much as you want to take care of everyone else. If not being home is getting to you this much that you need an out, I’ll go back to work. I have contacts, and I could pick up as an independent contractor…and I can do it all from home.”
“I can’t just leave dad in the dust…”
“You’re not…and he’ll understand that. You’re a junior partner, and you’ve done so much for him with the law firm. You could still consult. You could work from home if you really want. I’m sure your dad would appreciate you being the one who looks up the background for his cases. He’d love to have some free time. You could step down, and do the leg work,” Ari said kindly, “you’ve always loved that best about being a lawyer anyways.”
“I have…” she admitted, thoughtfully thinking it over, “god, I really have.”
Ari smiled, “see…and you could spend more time with the kids…and with me…”
“There it is,” she teased, “the real reason he’s helping out…”
“Hey…if I get to taste that honeypot more often, who knows,” he shrugged playfully, “I may convince you of a fourth child yet…”
“Ari…”
“That’s not a no,” he smirked, finally letting go of his wife and sauntering out of the room. Britt felt a sense of relief as she thought about what she and Ari discussed. She could talk to her father, and if she really needed to, she knew that Ari would go with her as well and she wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than taking care of herself and her family, “you coming to bed, mommy bear?”
Britt giggled, finally exiting her son’s bedroom. As the door clicked softly behind her she was surprised to see Ari’s shirt in the middle of the hall, leading towards the open bedroom door. As she walked and picked it up, she spotted his sleeping pants just around the corner of the door.
“Ari…”
“Come to bed, mommy bear….daddy’s got a little of his own honey waiting for you…”
Britt giggled a little bit more, her previous anxieties washing away as she lightly jogged down the remaining length of the hall and into her bedroom. Her eyes nearly bulged out as she shut the door. Her husband was laying naked on the bed in front of her.
“Well hello there, mommy bear,” he smirked huskily. Britt’s eyes raked down his muscular, hairy frame. The rasp in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and her thighs instinctively clenched. Her mouth went dry as she watched him stroking his already hard cock, “should we make a little extra time to let mommy bear feel good?”
“Oh I think she more than deserves it!” she purred, sauntering towards her husband as her fingers worked on pulling her camisole off.
#good girls club#exwivesclub#ex wives club#mayor lee bodecker#lee bodecker#devil all the time#sam wilson#ari levinson smut#ari levinson#soft ari#red sea diving resort#andy barber#defending jacob#chris evans characters#soft jake jensen#jake jensen#the losers fanfiction#sebastian stan characters
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various updates and facts about my family
my mother huffed raid bug spray and ate wallpaper paste as a child. my grandfather believes my autistic sibling is an alien and is asking him to provide the winning lottery numbers. my sister tried to kill her boyfriend recently.
My dad is getting married to his seventh wife.
And my little brother (J) is smelting pawn shop jewelry in efforts to make silver bullets to load in .22 casings
My grandfather swears he was abducted by aliens and they modified his cum.
In 2009, he attempted to trade firearms for an alleged crystal skull which he believed contained the blueprints to rebuild Atlantis.
In 2012, my family created a convey of six cars all loaded with guns, ammo, canned food, etc. in order to prepare for the apocalypse. In December of 2012, my grandfather led us to where he believed our family would hold off the forces of evil, a last bastion for our bloodline- A fucking Super8 motel in Forsyth GA.
My mother used to drink blood in the 90s and beat the shit out of football players as a hobby, so she could beef up for roller derby. She raises baby animals, and has more than once attempted to kill a man during intimacy.
All if my dad's ex wives have tried to kill him. He's had attack dogs sicced on him, beaten with a crowbar, chased with a hammer, run over with his own car, and pushed out a vehicle. His new wife was a pen pal he met when she was in jail.
My aunt believes she convenes with the angels when she's hopped up on ambien and percocet, so she's like the goth version of Mama Murphy from Fallout 4.
I was conceived in a crack den in North Carolina. My mother's organs don't like having kids, so much so that both me and my sibling (J) were born dead and had to be resuscitated. In both cases it was due to the umbilical cord playing a game of Hangman.
My little brother (J) taught Igor, our Vulture, to vomit on command. Nobody knows how.
He has been using the infestation of rats at my family's cabin to do... something. He's been running a rat cannibalism fight club, in an attempt to fish out a Super Rat which he plans to do... Something with?
My little brother (M) spends his spare time firing at passing cars. We have managed to make sure he's using BB guns, is the compromise. (J) went through a similar phase when he was an early teen, and would shoot a bow and arrow at the neighbor's house. I did the same with a potato cannon in my youth. It's a tradition.
My dad is missing his appendix. He has no idea where it went and has no record of it ever being removed.
My grandmother reluctantly admitted to having an affair with a ghost in her 40s.
My brother (M) used to love botany. By the age of 6 he could tell you anything you wanted to know about the flora of southeast GA. He had a garden. And he also grew weed for my step-dad until my mom found out. After that he was banned from gardening and picked up junior robotics as a hobby after i gave him K'nex and some Lego Mindstorms stuff years ago. He took apart an air conditioner in a motel once. To this day we don't know what he did with the screws. He builds airsoft guns from scrap and is a mechanical prodigy. He is almost illiterate.
My brother (A) disturbs me. He was raised by the internet and YouTube. He is whatever this new generation is personified. He's frighteningly... Normal.
I am waiting for the shoe to drop and for him to reveal some darkness to him never before seen in my family.
He's just. A normal kid. A little zoomer that watches Mr. Beast and YouTube long plays. He's also the straight man to most of all my family's bullshit. He's dangerously genre savvy. He also has a weird interest in law???
My sister (H) is your average country girl. She's attempted to kill more than one of her boyfriends (will clarify that they were abusive), has totaled three cars and always walks away from these nightmarish accidents unscathed. She was found on the side of the road last year hitting her vape and flagging down a car, while her own was stuck five feet above a ditch in a tree.
She has a job and plans to go to New York to "see what them city twinks got goin' on"
My other little sister (C) is the only other queer member of my sibling roster. She's a lesbian, and enjoys shooting things. Sometimes living things. She, like (A), is dangerously genre savvy and doesn't play into my family's religious fanaticism. She wants to be a firefighter because she is also a pyromaniac and wants an excuse to see "big things burn".
A bit more about (J)- He claims to speak to the dead, and has used this to become my grandfather's right hand man, and the beneficiary of his estate. He is an autodidact, self taught with blacksmithing and metalworking. He dresses well, and also has a hidden laboratory in my grandfather's shed where he has taken a fixation in herbal tinctures and remedies. He knows they're bullshit. But my family buys his potions, and he uses the money to buy pawn shop jewelry and scrap metal to build stuff. He believes firmly in werewolves, and is convinced Furries are a psyop to prepare the general public for their emergence in society. Which is why he's making silver bullets.
I wish to stipulate that not a single word of this is a joke. This is on god, IRL bullshit I have to contend with.
I should probably update this to remove real names what the fuck
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Brandi Has Turned on Andy Cohen!
Brandi Glanville has grown tired by the lack of support from Bravo and Andy Cohen and is now threatening to sue them for their mistreatment of her.
In my opinion, this was doomed to happen. Brandi has been the punching bag on Bravo for years.
She was dragged into season 10 to only expose Denise Richards. A plot I believe Kyle Richards was behind.
When that didn’t result with her getting her diamond back, it must have stung.
She did however receive success with the Ex-Wives Club and was asked back for the 4th installment of the Ultimate Girls Trip series.
But that went catastrophically bad as Caroline Manzo filed a lawsuit against Bravo for sexual harassment.
And Brandi must have felt like she was fighting this battle alone with no support from the production company she desperately wanted to get back into the good graces with.
She has now lawyered up as they say and sent a letter with the threat of lawsuit of their own. The letter said:
“Over the past year, Ms. Glanville has been subjected to a vicious media campaign based on false allegations of sexual misconduct. The false narrative, which NBC and Shed Media have apparently decided to foment, arises from Ms. Glanville’s experience on 'Ultimate Girls Trip: Morocco.'”
The women who were on the trip to Morocco have publicly supported Brandi, as Camille Grammer went as far as to claim that they all felt like Caroline went too far.
“While the experience has been a nightmare for Ms. Glanville, it is far from the first time Ms. Glanville has been used and abused by NBC, Bravo, Warner Bros., and Shed Media. Indeed, Ms. Glanville has long been taken advantage of by the institutions with which she is indelibly tied personally, professionally, financially, and in the public mind.”
Brandi also claims that Andy subjected her to sexual harassment himself.
He had allegedly sent her a video where he was bragging about sleeping with another Bravolebrity, and he had allegedly invited Brandi to watch via Facetime.
If she’s going down, she’s taking Andy down with her.
#Real Housewives Ultimate Girls Trip#RHUGT#Brandi Glanville#Andy Cohen#Denise Richards#Kyle Richards#RHOBH#RHUGT2#Ex-Wives Club#Caroline Manzo#Camille Grammer#Reality Reckoning
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