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Once (4/5)

**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **

Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover / AU

Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Robin Flores (M!MC)

Part IV of V / Miniseries

Words: 4,000+

Rating: Mature

TW: Cancer, character death, mental illness

Summary: It’s the day of Addis funeral. Thankfully Sam isn’t alone he has his friends and family to be there for him.

A/N: This is in honor of my friend Mira who died from ovarian cancer. May you rest in peace 💜

A/N part 2: @annieruok94 Thank you for proofreading 💚

Music Inspiration: You can check out some songs I posted for @moodmusicmonday Here’s a complete list for all the songs of all chapters 🥰

Part IV

The evening before Addie's funeral started with heavy rain, pelting mercilessly on the windows of our apartment in New York.

Then I correct myself. It's now my apartment, not ours, since Addie…is gone. I lean my head against the cold glass and just breathe out through my nose.

I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance as lightning illuminates the otherwise dark room with white and purple light.

I lift my head and look up.

With my hand in my pocket, I stared outside at the skyscrapers rising high in the air. City lights glow from down below.

I saw my reflection staring back at me in the glass of the window. Looking tired and forlorn. I feel like a piece of me died with Addie. We might’ve had our ups and downs but I love her. No matter what happened.

God, I miss her so damn much.

I look down at the glass of scotch I poured earlier. Losing count of how many drinks I’ve had tonight. Not giving two fucks if I’m hungover the next day. At least it’ll numb my pain for a little while.

I’m swirling the scotch in my hands that I poured myself a while ago. The ice cubes have already melted inside. Watering down the taste of the scotch.

I take a sip, as it smoothly runs down my throat burning its way down.

“Getting shit-faced. Is that how you’re spending your days now, Sam?“

I hear an angry voice. That voice belongs to my non-biological brother Robin. A pain-in-the-ass if you ask me.

Unbothered by his presence I take another sip and keep staring outside.

He comes to a stop next to me. I don’t even look at him. Just continue looking outside. Not seeing anything.

“Anybody home?“ He taunts me.

I glance at him out of the corner of my eye.

“What do you want?“ I ask not caring how I sound.

“Oh, so he speaks? That’s nice,“ he says sarcastically.

I roll my eyes at that. Robin has never been very subtle. I always admired that about him in a way. He’s passionate and doesn’t hold back when it comes to the people he loves.

“Again what do you want?“ I just want him gone and to be left alone. So that I can finish my drink in peace.

That’s when my drink is yanked out of my hand.

“The hell, Rob?“ I glare at him. My voice is dangerously low. But he either ignores that or doesn’t care. I’d say it’s a bit of both.

“What is wrong with you? Addi died and all you seem to care about is getting shit-faced?“ He almost shouts at me. His fists clenched at his sides, anger rolling off of him in waves.

“Do I look drunk to you? No? Then kindly fuck off.“

I’m holding out my hand for him to pass me my glass.

He just scoffs.

“You know what? No. I’m not just going to leave you here. So that you can wallow in misery,“ he pauses for a second, before continuing.

I raise my eyebrows at him. Not care why he’s here. I love him, but right now? I want to get drunk. Not having a heart-to-heart.

Robin continues unperturbed.

“As for why I’m here. Mom called me. Since you don’t know what a phone is these days and how it works. She asked me to check in on you. You ghosted everyone. Our parents are worried. So are Mickey and Mason. Remember? Your kids? Whose mom died?“ He punches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a deep sigh.

My breath hitches at the mention of my boys. But I don't want to talk to Robin, because once I start? I won’t be able to finish. Because I know I’ll break down and weep like a little baby.

So I school my features.

“Our parents? You mean my parents? We're not blood-related, Robin.“

I know that was a low blow. But I just want him gone. If there is no other way than hurting him so that he leaves? So be it.

He inhales sharply at my words. But then a look of understanding and softness enters his espresso-colored eyes.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Sam. You’re trying to hurt me with words so that I’ll leave. Nice try,“ he just looks at me.

“Who says I was lying?“ I raise an eyebrow and bite my inner cheek.

“Really? What would Addi say if she could see you now? Drinking? Being an ass? Pushing family away? That’s not you Sam!“ He sighs.

“I’m not in the mood for a fight.“

I say in response.

He shakes his head at me.

“Color me surprised. I thought for sure, that’s where you were going with your little insults. But what do I know? I’m your not-brother who still gives a damn about you. Even though you act like a complete asshole right now,“ he says.

“Just because I don’t react the way you want me to, doesn’t mean you can just come in here and belittle me. I love Addi. Not one minute goes by that I don’t miss her. The hardest part was to know she won’t make it. Do you know what that’s like?“

My voice is rising. And Robin sighs in turn.

“No, I don’t know. But don’t shut us out, Sam. We all love and care about you and the twins. Let us help. Let us carry some of the burden for you. You’re not alone,“ he places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I don’t instantly shake it off.

Seeming to consider his words carefully.

“Look, Sam. Nobody is trying to make this harder on you than it already is. We’re all just trying to process this and find a way to move on. I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you. Everything you’ve been going through since Addi was diagnosed with cancer. We all loved Addi. And now she’s…gone,“ he sighs at the last word.

I let my head fall overcome with suppressed emotions.

“I was trying to numb the pain. That’s why I was drinking. I was halfway there when you barged in.“

I chuckle but it sounds bitter and sad.

“You could’ve at least offered me a drink. No one should drink alone. Come on.“

Robin attempts a smile, that’s more of a half-smirk. But a small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth and stays there.

He pats my back and I look at my brother. Who is a friend whom I’ve been a dick to, just because I needed to lash out at someone.

Because I’m angry, sad, frustrated and just so fucking tired. As if all these months of pain are pouring out on me. Like heavy rain.

This little cloud of swirling emotions is spinning through me and I don’t know what to do. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should let my family help and carry some of the burden.

I sigh again. So much for thinking that drinking was a good start.

Maybe a vacation or going someplace that doesn’t remind me of Addi would be better instead.

Just to relax and spend time with my boys who are grieving but don’t understand what the fuck is happening because they’re too young.

As Robin and I sit down he looks at me, as if he knows exactly what’s going on inside my head.

“Let’s get drunk,“ he waggled his eyebrows and moved into the living room to find the bottle of scotch I opened earlier. Or was it yesterday? I laugh silently. Not even knowing where yesterday went.

“Aren’t we a little too old for hangovers?“

“Speak for yourself, old man! I don’t have hangovers,“ he gets himself a glass from the cabinet and pours each of us a drink. I watch as the amber-colored liquid fills our glasses.

Clinking our glasses together. We both take a sip.

“This is some good stuff.“ Robin whistles.

I shrug.

“Did you really expect me to get drunk on some cheap liquor? Who do you take me for?“

“God you’re such a snob. But at least I know where to find the good stuff if I ever need a stiff drink,“ he smiles to himself.

We drink in silence. Consumed by our private thoughts.

Robin clears his throat. I look up. He wets his lips looking away. He’s nervous about something.

“Just say it.“

“I heard Addis' parents are coming to the funeral. You never really talk about them. Is there bad blood between you guys?“

He almost whispers the question, as if he’s afraid of how I would take the question.

I take another gulp before answering.

“Not bad blood in and of itself. We just never got along, that’s all.“

Not willing to say more. Robin doesn’t seem convinced.

“There’s got to be more to the story,“ he pushes.

I put my glass on the table immediately, missing its weight in my hands. I lean back in the chair.

“There’s not much to tell. Ever since Addie introduced us there’s been tension. Why? I don’t know. I‘d guess they thought I wasn’t good enough for their daughter.“

“What? You? Not good enough for their daughter? What gives?“ He asked.

“All I know is they come from old money and they probably had someone else in mind for Addie. But she went and married me. Which pissed them off. We never had a peaceful dinner together. One that didn’t end in an argument. They never visited us or gave a damn about Addie. And when Mickey and Mason were born…“

Thinking back to that day. Holding them both in my arms. Those tiny and fragile little humans. My heart is swelling with love.

I knew then and there that I would always love them. Never be their cause for doubt. Yes, I might be strict sometimes. But only because I love them and don’t want to lose them. Like I lost Addi. I take another sip from my drink.

Those boys? They are the most precious gift of all time.

Seeing their smiles every day and being excited about those god-awful experiments? Addie always encouraged them in that regard. I’m smiling to myself lost in thought.

I haven’t noticed the silence that was stretching for far too long.

When Robin’s voice brought me back.

“What’s that smile for?“ He points in my direction with his glass.

“I was thinking of the day when Mickey and Mason were born. And how happy I felt while I was holding them. Being scared of what to do, you know? Then they opened their eyes and just looked at me. It was love at first sight. Holding your child in your arms, it’s incomparable,“ smiling fondly at those memories.

“I’ll take your word for it brother,“ he sips from his drink while glancing down at his watch. He notices my stare.

“Hot date?“ I ask curiously.

He almost chokes on his sip.

“Yeah, right.“

I smirk.

“Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch?“

“No. I’m just busy.“ That is all he says.

I arch an eyebrow at that explanation.

“Right. Of course.“

He sighs loudly.

“Don’t be smug, okay?“

I hold up my hands, smiling.

“I’m just looking for something different. So far I haven’t found it,“ he looks into his glass as if it was holding all the answers.

He gets up from his seat and puts down the glass.

“I should be going. I am busy.“

It looks like he wants to say more. Opening and closing his mouth.

He continues in a soft voice. One I don’t hear often.

“Don’t push the people who care about you away. You don’t have to go through it alone. We’re all here for you. Whatever you need. Just don’t shut us out. Please. The twins can’t lose another person. Neither can we. We love you Sam,“ he smiles softly.

About to leave, when I get up and give him a tight hug.

He didn't expect it and stood still for a moment. Then he relaxes and returns the hug.

“Thank you.“ I whisper.

“I’m sorry about earlier…You are my brother, even if not by blood. Family don’t end with blood.“

He takes a step back and just stares at me.

“Are you quoting Bobby Singer from Supernatural?“ he asks, grinning at me.

I smack him on the arm.

“Don’t make me feel weird about this.“ I say.

He throws his head back and laughs out loud.

“Oh my god. Samuel Alexander Dalton. You watch Supernatural?“

I scoff embarrassed.

“So what? A lot of people do. There’s no shame in that. And why are you giving me shit for that? I know Addie got you hooked on it too,“ I flushed beet red.

“What are you talking about?“ He’s trying to deflect the question.

“What am I talking about? When you both had the flu and were sick for almost a week you sat down and watched seasons 1 through 11. Nobody was allowed to talk or say anything about Sam or Dean. Also, Addie told me that you made some friends online and discussed the episodes with others.“

His cheeks are flaming red and he’s trying to flee.

“Okay, I admit it. I love the show. It has great dialogue and Dean and Sam are hilarious. Happy?“

He throws up his hands in the air and asks impatiently.

“Very.“ I smile.

He rolls his eyes at that.

“Oh and Rob?“ I can’t help saying one last thing, as he’s waiting for the elevator to take him downstairs.

“Yeah?“ He turns around expectantly.

I laugh delightedly.

“SupernaturalFan_67? Does that name sound familiar to you?“ I ask jokingly.

“How…do…you…When…What?“ He stammers.

Tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor as he’s waiting for the elevator.

He’s clicking the elevator button several times for good measure.

“You left your laptop open when you visited that one time, and Addi saw it and showed it to me. We just couldn’t resist.“

I bite my lip to not burst out laughing when I see the dirty look he gives me.

“That’s why those weird comments appeared. You two made those,“ he points an accusing finger at me.

He sighs.

”I thought I was being hacked. Damn, you’re such a dick, Sam,“ he says as he gets into the elevator.

I wink at him and he rolls his eyes but smiles.

He’s mumbling something under his breath which makes me laugh even harder.

Even after the doors close I’m still laughing.

When I sit down again to enjoy the rest of my remaining drink. I see an old record peeking out from the table.

When I lean forward to see which one it is. I see it’s one of Addie's favorites.

Linda Ronstadt - Long, Long time.

Ah. That woman? Such a gifted singer. We’ve always loved to dance to her songs. Whenever we had some alone time.

With some new vigor, I put the record on and the first tunes of the song play out.

»Love will abide«

»Take things in stride«

»Sounds like good advice«

»But there's no one at my side«

»And time washes clean love's wounds unseen«

»That's what someone told me«

»But I don't know what it means«

»'Cause I've done everything I know«

»To try and make you mine«

»And I think I'm gonna love you«

»For a long long time«

»Caught in my fears«

»Blinking back the tears«

»I can't say you hurt me«

»When you never let me near«

»And I never drew one response from you«

»All the while you fell all over girls you never knew«

»'Cause I've done everything I know«

»To try and make you mine«

»And I think it's gonna hurt me«

»For a long long time«

»Wait for the day you'll go away«

»Knowing that you warned me«

»Of the price, I'd have to pay«

»And life's full of flaws«

»Who knows the cause?«

»Living in the memory of a love that never was«

»'Cause I've done everything I know«

»To try and change your mind«

»And I think I'm gonna miss you«

»For a long long time«

Letting the music and lyrics wash over me. Healing some of the fissures that have opened up. Somehow I feel closer to her with every passing note.

Making me smile even though Addie’s no longer here. But her memory will always stay in my heart, and in the crinkle around my eyes.

Telling the story of how we shared a bond and a love for each other that can’t just be broken. The memories we made? They will never fade.

I fell asleep to the sounds of Linda’s song - Long, Long time.

The Next Day…

The funeral happened in a blur. I don’t even know how. It felt as if I was wading through water.

Not seeing anyone or noticing anything. The boys are with my parents. I asked them if they could watch them.

I don’t want them to be exposed to any gossip. There are some at any funeral.

At least at Addis's funeral I can try and control the narrative a little.

They’re going through enough, they don’t need to hear people talk shit about Addie.

I move through the crowd in the living room and smile politely as I make my way toward the table with drinks.

“I’m not a big fan of people either. I hate making small talk. It’s completely unnecessary. Either say what you have to say or shut up.“

A deep voice rumbles next to me, as I’m trying to pick my poison from the array of alcohol.

I turn around slightly, and my eyes widen in shock at seeing Dr. Ramsey standing next to me.

In an all-black tuxedo, a golden square pocket peaking out.

I gape like a fish with my mouth hanging open.

“Surprised to see me? Yeah me too.“

Ethan replies, already nursing a drink. Though when I look down it looks just like plain water.

I look up and raise a questioning eyebrow.

“Dr. Ramsey I haven’t expected to see you. Least of all at my wife’s funeral.“

I’m still staring at him like I’m seeing him for the first time.

He winces at that.

“Just call me Ethan.“

I exhale.

“Alright, Ethan. But then you should call me Sam. Mr. Dalton sounds…“

A corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“Old?“

Now it’s my turn to wince.

“I wouldn’t go that far. Though I feel old today.“ My shoulders droop.

He pats my shoulder encouragingly.

“I know what you mean.“

I nod in thanks.

“Thank you for coming. We’re literal strangers, apart from seeing each other at the hospital that one time….I….mean you didn’t have to come out here. But I appreciate it nonetheless.“ I smile at him.

He nods in the direction of the library. Which is closed off to visitors. Family only.

“Of course. So should we escape the crowd? I think I was promised a drink. Shall we?“ He asked me.

I slowly nod in agreement and lead the way to my family's study.

Once inside I softly close the door. I don’t want anyone overhearing a private conversation. And then later gossiping about it. I’ve had enough of those already.

What is it with certain people who find joy in other people’s misery? I will never understand that.

“They’re worse than the interns.“ Ethan comments.

I look at him in confusion.

He smiles.

“You were mumbling about people gossiping,“ he says.

I close my eyes for a brief second and draw in a long breath. Letting my head fall on the leather couch and just letting the cold fabric cool down the fire in my blood.

“I guess I’m just wondering about how it can bring people joy to gossip. At a funeral, no less. We’re here to mourn Addi and say goodbye. Not to spread rumors and talk bad behind someone’s back, who can’t even defend herself anymore.“

Getting frustrated and angry, I’m trying to rain my emotions in, since I don’t want to explode. Then people would have something to talk about.

I shudder. I don’t even want to think about that. The reactions about my outburst would be awful. My parents would never shut up about it.

Ethan’s voice brings me back to the here and now.

“You know, people will always talk. No matter what you do. I work at a hospital, where gossip spreads like wildfire. Trust me. I’m still amazed I haven’t gone and thrown someone out the window.“

He grunts as he leans into another one of the leather armchairs. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

I laughed for the first time today, and I’ve got to admit it feels freeing. Not being judged for smiling or laughing, because it’s “inappropriate“. Fuck them.

Addi wouldn’t mind if I laughed today. She’d welcome it.

She’d say ”If someone laughed at some lame joke I made? Yeah, I’d call that a win. Funerals shouldn’t feel like a goodbye. They should feel like a celebration of the person who’s now in a better place.“

She’d be right. So screw them. How do they know how I feel? I grin.

I get up and turn to the glass cabinet in front of me. I get two glasses out and pour each of us a drink.

Ethan takes a sip while I watch his reaction.

“Not bad Dalton. Not bad,“ he takes another sip, this time a bigger one.

“Not bad? I’d hope this was better than not bad. But I’ll take it.“

We sit in silence. But it’s not uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. I lean my head back again and just close my eyes. My glass dangles from my fingers.

Ethan clears his throat slightly.

“So I take it from us drinking at…“

I hear the rustling of fabric, and then “…11 in the morning that we both needed a hit?“

I open my eyes and put my glass down.

“You can say that again. This whole day has been a nightmare.“

I rub my eyes.

“Care to elaborate?“ he asks.

“I don’t know where to start…“ I drift off.

He shrugs his shoulders.

“At the beginning would be good.“ I laugh despite myself.

“Yeah I guess so.“

I draw in a breath, readying myself.

“Addi was diagnosed with ovarian cancer a few months back. I still don’t understand how it could’ve gotten to stage 4 without us not noticing anything. It didn’t make any sense. That’s when the fighting started. She…just wasn’t taking care of herself. I tried cutting back at work. So that I could be there for her and the kids, but all it did was make her angrier. She said she doesn’t need a babysitter. She stopped listening to her doctors. She didn’t spend as much time with the kids anymore. I’m not trying to paint her as a bad mom or person. It’s just…“ I trail off.

“You were worried about her,“ he says matter of factly.

“Yeah. Of course, I was.“

I take another sip, the burning sensation a welcoming feeling.

“What about her parents? I didn’t see them.“ He inquires.

“They weren’t really on speaking terms. They barely visited. Mickey and Mason didn’t like spending much time with them. One time Mason said how they always looked down on them. I mean they’re little kids for god's sake.

He nods in understanding. He’s about to say something, when we both hear the door opening and Robin appears in the doorframe. Looking from me to Ethan he just sighs, shakes his head, closes the door, and takes a seat.

“So what are we drinking to today, Sam?“ He asks no one in particular. And then looks in Ethan's direction.

“You’re new,“ he eyes him suspiciously.

“Nice to meet you too. And I was new 36 years ago. Thank you.“ Ethan mutters sarcastically.

Robin looks at me.

“Where did you find him? Is he your new drinking buddy? I thought that was my job?“ He pouts a little. Which makes him look ridiculous.

“I didn’t find him. He’s a doctor at Edenbrook hospital in Boston,“ I reply to his question.

“You still haven’t answered my question,“ he replies.

Ethan and I share a look. He points between us.

“What’s that look for?“ He asks.

“Ethan was there the day Addi died,“ I explained slowly to Robin.

I can see a mix of emotions in Robin's eyes. With a heavy sigh, he plops himself onto the leather sofa. Crossing his legs.

“I guess that warrants an excuse for a drink, pour me one would you?“ Robin asks and I can’t resist teasing a little bit.

“What am I your servant?“ I say.

Robin laughs at me and says.

“You’d make a nice one,“ and holds his hand out for a drink, but I’ll humor him for today. I get up and get him a drink.

We all hang onto our own thoughts and drink late into the night in my family's study.

I’m glad I have my brother by my side and my new friend or as Robin called him “my drinking buddy“.

I smile as we keep talking and exchanging jabs at each other‘s expense. All in good fun of course.

Life doesn’t seem so bad when you have friends and you’ve won a new drinking buddy over.

The smile is still in place as we go home. I ask Robin and Ethan if they want to stay at my parent's place. There are enough rooms to go around.

They both agree and we all head upstairs to catch some sleep.

Because tomorrow is a fresh start into a better day, with my family by my side.

#Once #Part IV #The Nanny Affair #Open Heart #Crossover #AU #Sam Dalton #Ethan Ramsey #Addison Dalton #Robin Flores

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txemrn · 2 years

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Detour

Summary: After a nasty run-in with the press, the Daltons spend the day at the twins' soccer tournament; however, fate has a plan of its own.

Word Count: ~1475

Warnings: adult themes; light angst; brief language

A/N: I completely forgot about this fic until we went through our WIPs last week, and I honestly can't remember why I never posted this! I haven't written/released anything TNA in a long time, so this feels good! @sfb123 thank you for helping me with the finishing touches! And @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801, do y'all even remember this fic? Y'all pre-read it for me last year! lol So ... THANKS! All spelling and grammar mistakes are my own, so please forgive me. All characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

~🖤~

Frantically packing the stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with the freshly diced carrot sticks, she quickly taps on her phone for the time--and to see if Sam was leaving the office anytime soon. “Mickey! Mason!” She calls out through the penthouse. “We’re going to be late for the first heat of your tournament--”

“Mommy?”

Nearly tripping over her youngest son Matthew, the expectant mom stops to admire the three-year-old’s latest playdough creation. “That looks so good, Matty!" She croons, rubbing his back. "Now put that away for Mommy and wash your hands.”

Her phone begins to ring, jolting her with excitement that maybe her husband was finally tearing away from work. Unfortunately, the name on the screen makes her face drop. “Michael Weston! Mason Warner! Let’s go--” She hits the green button to answer the call with a sardonic, syrupy-sweet voice. “Hi, Vivian, have you left yet?”

“Yes, dear. We should be at the fields--” she begins talking to someone else in the car,“--less than an hour.”

“Sounds perfect--”

“Sam mentioned you may need some help--” the mother-in-law interrupts. “I can have Mason stop by and--”

“No!” She accidentally shouts, but quickly corrects herself. “I mean, no, ma’am. Thank you for the generous offer, but… no.” The mention of her father-in-law makes her stomach uneasy, especially after her husband’s confession that Mason offered Sam the company in exchange for a divorce from her. “We’ll see you two at the soccer fields.”

With a sigh of relief, she hangs up the phone before gathering her picnic basket and beach tote. As she prepares to call for her eight-year-old twins one more time, they suddenly barrel into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Mom,” Mason sweetly apologizes, grabbing a camping chair. “I had a knot in my cleat.”

“But, we got it out,” Mickey proudly chimes in, sliding a Nike knapsack on his back.

“Okay, perfect,” she smiles brightly, guiding all the boys towards the elevator doors. “Mouthguards?”

“Check,” Mickey chuckles.

“Water bottles?”

Mickey takes an obnoxious swig from his chilled water as Mason answers. “Yes, Mom, we’ve got everything.”

She kisses the tops of their heads, ruffling through their soft chestnut waves with her fingers. “You two are growing up too fast. Soon, you won’t even need me--”

“That’s not true,” Mason pipes up.

“Mom, we will always need you,” Mickey wraps an arm around his mom’s shoulder. “Besides,” he lowers his voice, “Dad’s cooking is pretty awful in comparison.”

As they all share a chuckle, they head down to their private car, escorted by building security and Carter, their personal driver. But, the moment the family exited the building, they are blinded by flashes of light from shutterbugs and reporters with microphones.

“Mom, I’m scared!” Matthew cries as she hoists him onto her hip, the men taking her bags and folding chairs. She grips tightly to the older boys, shuffling them quickly into the car.

“Mrs. Dalton! Mrs. Dalton! Over here!"

“Damnit,” she scoffs to herself, buckling up the boys. “It’s okay, guys. Don’t look out the window--” she is quickly interrupted by the brush of a hand on her backside. She abruptly swings around, her open hand colliding with a reporter's cheek.

"Fuck!" He grips his face. "You're gonna be sorry for that, princess--"

"You assaulted me, asshole--" she swivels around, ensuring their belongings are tucked away before she steps into the vehicle.

"Oh! Such a picture of Dalton perfection!" He spits at her. "Such a great example for your kids. Are you sure you can handle one more?"

As she carefully climbs into the sedan, she holds her arm out the window, her middle finger extended as they finally drive off down the street.

"You okay, Mom?" Mason quietly breaks the tension inside the cab.

Offering a cordial smile, she combs a few tresses behind his ear, stroking his cheeks with her thumb. "I should be asking you that," she titters into a sigh. She squeezes Mickey's knee endearingly. "Never, ever forget how much I love you boys--"

"And baby Maggie!" Matthew shouts proudly, placing his chubby hands on his mother's growing bump.

She hugs her arm around Matthew before leaning back. "That's right, Bubba," she slowly exhales in relief. "And Maggie, too." She closes her eyes, relishing the innocence of her boys' chatter. As they draw closer to the soccer fields and closer to her in-laws, a pit grows in her stomach, knowing that her short dealings with the paparazzi will cost her.

Once at the soccer fields, the boys are registered with their team for the day-long tournament. Together, they set up a tent with their fold-out camping chairs and picnic blankets. Sunscreen and bug repellant are carefully applied to each of the boys. As their mother sends them out into their first game, she lays down Matthew with a juice box, hoping that he will rest in order to survive the day without any meltdowns.

She picks up her phone, but of course, there are no alerts from her husband. Putting her phone facedown, she readjusts her short bob into a messy bun before reapplying her Chanel sunglasses. As she begins to sip on an apple juice, a shadow is cast over her body.

“You flicked them off?”

She smirks to herself as she continues to watch the game.

“Baby,” Sam steps behind her chair, pressing his lips into her temple, “did you seriously--?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she grumbles.

“Well, my folks want to talk about it,” he sits down on the blanket next to his resting son, letting out a deep sigh. “Again.”

She pushes her sunglasses onto her head. “What was I supposed to do, baby--?”

“You don’t do anything--you don’t say anything!” He rubs his hands down his face. “Is it that hard for you just to keep your mouth shut?”

“Samuel! He touched me--that’s assault!”

“Are you sure you didn’t--?”

“Of course,” she throws up her hands, interrupting her husband. “It’s my fault.” She stands up, adjusting her sunglasses on her face. “Stop pinning this on me.”

As she begins to take off to get some fresh air, Sam quickly stands up, grabbing her wrist to pull her back to himself. He wraps his strong, comforting arms around her, rocking her back and forth. “Baby, talk to me,” he whispers against her ear.

“I don’t think you know what it’s like to always be under fire with these guys--”

“Um, hello? They are trying to slander my name--”

“--by insulting my character, Sam! By insulting what I’m wearing, what I’m eating, what I feed the boys,” she wipes away a wayward tear. “They took a cheap shot at me today, questioning my capabilities as a mother--”

“Their opinion shouldn’t matter. They don’t even know you.”

“I know, but your parents--”

“Baby,” he silences her, giving her a crooked smile, “they don’t know the real you. The way I know you.”

“They seem to only care about the press--”

“I know, I know.” He tightens his embrace around his wife, pressing his lips against her forehead. “It’s business. It’s the image of the business. And it’s not fair.” He pulls off her sunglasses, dabbing at her wet eyes. “But I know you are remarkable,” he kisses the tip of her nose, making her wince into a smile. “And you’re the only one who can take my breath away--”

“Heads up!”

Suddenly, a soccer ball flies over the young Daltons’ heads, quickly heading towards a duck pond. Sam takes off, chasing after the ball, hoping to stop it before it hits the water. But, luckily, someone else is there to stop it for him.

“Oh, God, thank you so--” he freezes as a young, petite woman with stormy blue eyes and long almond waves steps forward, offering him the soccer ball.

“Mr. Dalton?”

“Yeah, um,” he clears his throat, shaking the shocked look from his face. “I’m sorry, um,” he titters awkwardly, “do I know you?”

“Oh!” She giggles, offering a bright smile. “I know it must be hard keeping up with all of your employees. My name is Brynn. Brynn Schuyler. I work in your laboratory department--”

“With Evan, right!” He blushes, running his fingers through his hair. “Well, it’s wonderful meeting another beautiful face– I mean, face… um, I mean, meeting another employee from Dalton--”

“Sam?” The all-too-familiar voice of his wife startles him from behind as she gently caresses his lower back. Sam quickly pulls her forward, draping his arm around her shoulders. Though she smiles kindly, her chocolate brown eyes narrow in on the young coed.

“Oh, this is Brynn,” he nervously gestures for the women to meet with a chuckle, “Brynn Schuyler from the lab. And this is my... um, this is…”

“Addison.” Mrs. Dalton raises an irritated eyebrow, sticking out her hand for a cordial hand-shake. “His wife.”

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A/N 2: If you're new here, hi! Just in case you are wondering what just happened, my MC's name is Brynn Schuyler, and I decided to write this one-shot kinda like a "what if" type situation... what if the subway accident never happened? Were Sam and Brynn still destined to meet? Here's how it might've happened...

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Better In Time: Chapter 2 - Memories of Us

Want to catch up on Chapter 1? Check it out here: Collide

Chapter Title: Memories of Us

Series Title: Better In Time

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Samuel (Sam) Dalton, Wyatt Kent, Marie Castro

Rating: Fluff/Some Angst/Adult Language

Word Count: 8006

Series Summary: For two years Marie thought Sam would change, be the man she wanted and the father she knew he could be. But broken promise after broken promise, Marie leaves the city she has come to know and the man she fell in love with. Moving across the country back to her home state of California, needing to put the ghosts of her past behind her and move on with her life. Meeting someone new was out of the question until one day on the beaches of Malibu she meets a handsome stranger she befriends

Chapter Summary: Back in New York, after another failed attempt to get in touch with Marie, Sam remembers the night she left.

The day is finally here, Wyatt gets to see Marie again. A day spent riding the waves, how could he possibly not feel more, then the friendship he is trying to convey.

A/N: Friendly reminder that This series has 3 POV's Marie's, Wyatt's and Sam's.

A/N 2: I finally get to share the incredible artwork from Ainna on Instagram (handle: artbyainna) check her out! She is AMAZING! I've attached it at the end of the chapter 🥰🥰 I will post the image alone later.

some characters in the series/chapter belong to pixelberry

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Sam

Time heals all wounds.

I hated that saying. It was said to me when my boys and I lost Addison. And now it was being said again, not in the same meaning as before but still being said.

I hated it then and I hate it even more now. With Addison she had died, she wasn’t coming back. I grieved my wife, the mother of my children. Marie on the other hand was still very much alive, what am I to grieve, she wanted nothing to do with us, scratch that nothing to do with me. She spoke to Mason and Mickey on occasion but once I tried getting on the line she would tell them goodbye and hang up.

The warm orange glow of my desk lamp illuminated the lonely space I created once more around me. The silence of my office clashing with the knowing loud sounds and bright lights that colored the dark sky of the city outside. The look of happiness on Marie’s face that stared back at me, sat on my desk, next to the one of my boys. If I didn’t have every feature, the feel of every curve of her burned to memory before, I did now. I will forever wonder what had I done right in my life to have a love like hers. At one point in our time together we were happy, those smiling faces looking back at me confirmed that.

Time.

Time or rather the past, I would say, caught up to me. My mistakes making a comeback but this time tenfold. Apparently I hadn’t learned anything from the past, I thought she was different but in the end it was too much for her. Just like before.

The Dalton Persona overwhelmed another.

It’s been five months. Five months and twenty days to be exact that Marie left to California. Six months and nine days since she broke up with me. I, we— the boys and I haven’t been the same.

That wasn’t really true, having fallen back to the same pattern that she always said I never got rid of. I was the same Samuel Dalton before she came into my life, the one Addison knew well and like Marie tried to change.

But when you have the weight of a family business, a child’s future to secure that work ethic and responsibility was instilled into me no matter the cost. My flaws of working late, not spending time with my sons, a list that could go on and on. It’s my safe place, the one place I knew what the outcome would be. I did this and I got that. Simple.

Except it wasn’t.

It’s what I expected to happen when we started our little publicity stunt. Making our life as simple as can be. She was better than what I was trying to mold her to be. Deep down I knew that, that was my first mistake. No, that had been one of many. Was I a fool thinking that was the way she needed to be for my world to accept her?

I wasn’t.

She would have been chewed and spit out if she didn’t have the guidance of Naya and everything that came with it. And I couldn’t bear seeing that happen again. I would do anything, throw any obscene amount of money at it to not lose the person that I love with everything that I am in this lifetime.

In the end, I had lost her.

Twice.

It was late Friday night and still no word from her. I would check my phone what felt like every five minutes waiting for a text or the phone to ring.

It didn’t.

I called her on Tuesday, she hadn’t answer. Foolishly I was expecting to hear her voice on the other end. All I got was just a taste when her voicemail greeting picked up and told me to leave a message. So I did. It was a small victory because I wasn’t blocked. But I would never know if she indeed listened to my plea, my apology. Was I on her mind every second of every hour of everyday, like she was on mine.

That night she broke things off played in my mind like a horrible rerun that I would live with until my last breath or until she returned to me. God, how I wished every time that it wouldn’t be forever. The days had turned into weeks and those weeks turned to a move across the country and my hope was slowly diminishing as the months went by. Six months, a rather much bigger moment apart in our lives than I expected. This life of ours, the one were we were meant to spend forever together.

“It’s all a lie. Don’t you see that.”

“All that matters is that we know the truth.”

“What is the truth anymore Sam, the lines have blurred past recognition.”

I had just gotten home, I was tired. Arguing with her was the last thing I wanted to do that night. She had been waiting for me and I knew immediately that our night would end in another fight.

My tie loosened, tired hands on my hips, I watched her in silence, Marie sat down on the edge of the bed in my bedroom.

When Naya had wanted her to move out, the day she packed and moved to another penthouse that would be the last time it would be our bedroom. I feared it would never became ours again.

Her shoulders slumped over in a signal of defeat, head lowered, she wouldn’t look at me. She hid her face in the palm of her hands, her brown hair cascading down. A whimper escaping from her and filling the quiet space between us.

I run a hand through my unruly hair as the memories of that night play once more. Bringing the glass filled with the liquid gold of scotch to my lips, tossing back the remainder, the burn no longer having an affect on me, as that night continued to haunt to me.

I couldn’t see her like this. I was the cause for the pain. I went on bended knee in front of her, silently pleading for her to look at me. She wouldn’t budge. She removed her hands from her face, taking them instantly into my own and held onto them. Her small hands always fit perfectly into mine. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I saw tears run down her face, I reach up and gently wipe them away with the pad of my thumb.

“Say something. What can I do to make this right?” I wince with regret as soon as those words left me lips. Throw anything at a problem and it’ll go away. It's what I did, no matter the person, no matter the situation. I did this with Marie to many times to keep track of. Flowers, jewelry, a day away from the chaos and sex.

“You can’t just keep throwing pretty things and empty promises at the problem and expect them to change.” Her voice was soft as she spoke, she repeated as if she could read the thoughts that ran through my mind.

“I know.” I did, know that is. But it was how I solved all the issues I came upon. Another fault of mine, one more to add on to the ever growing list.

There was a tremble in her voice when she said.“I’m sorry.”

“I’m the one that needs to be sorry. It’s just that I am this close to taking over once dad finally steps down…”

She cuts me off before I could give her that same apology that I have come to memorize these past years.“Sam.”

The moment her whiskey brown eyes flooded with tears, finally looked at me, I should have known this wasn’t going to end the same way our arguments ended. Her body intertwined with mine and with my whispered promises to change and do better for our family as she fell asleep in my arms.

“Talk to me baby. Whatever it is we will work through it.” my voice huskier, pleading with her trying to stop what I fear is about to come.

“I—I can’t do this anymore.” She says calmly, gone the tremble in her voice. Marie pulls her hands away from my grasp. Straightens her back and firmly tells me,“I can’t do this anymore. I. just. can’t.”

I try taking her in my arms ignorantly thinking that would make her rethink this but she pulls away from my touch. “Don’t. Please.”

“I’m sorry.” She repeats.

My mind racing with every possible plea. Everything I could possible say, staying on the tip of my tongue refusing to be spoken. Was it because I knew deep down they would turn into promises I couldn’t keep?

It was too late, I fucked up over and over. Nothing I could say would change her mind. So I didn’t. What would be the point. She would hate me more. My world had finally caught up with her.

My vision blurred. staring blankly at nothing but at everything in front of me, if I didn’t focus on what was happening, it wasn’t real. The future that was waiting for me wasn’t real. The silhouette that sat on my bed shifted. I felt the warmth of her body brush against my side as I watched the shadow move past me. The sweet scent of magnolias, citrus and her surround me as a faint click of the door opened and closed.

She was gone. Gone with out saying another word and I let her…

A gentle knock on my office door brings me back to the present. I glance down at my Rolex, a gift from Marie, one I wear everyday. The time blurry, I’ve had one to many drinks to help drown the past. Or were they un- shed tears threatening to finally fall? If I read the time correctly it’s just past one in the morning, Saturday. How long I had been lost in the memory of Marie that time slipped away from me?

“Mr. Dalton.” the smoky voice seeps through the door, the boys new nanny.

It was late, I wonder what she was doing up at this hour. The boys were asleep when I finally arrived home, she immediately excused herself to her bedroom. I call her in. “Come in Kat.”

Poking her head in, her luscious golden blonde hair in a messy bun sitting at the top of her head. Her lips form a smile, the green in her eyes pop from the rosiness flush on her cheeks. She steps into my office, leaving the door slightly opened. Kat was wearing shorts and a tank top and from here I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that top. I had no issue with what she wore when the boys were asleep, but coming into my office like this was not acceptable. I would need to have a talk with her, and the temptation she displayed innocently.

“I saw the light on.” She says it as if she offering an apology. “I was getting some water when I noticed..”

“Yes, well.” I clear my throat. “I was about to call it a night.”

Kat hesitates “I see.”

“Something on your mind? Have the boys been behaving?” I hope to god they have, I couldn’t go through looking for a nanny again.

“Yes of course, as well as nine year old boys can behave.” She says as a sigh of relief leaves me. “Are you ok, Sam?”

My jaw tenses, I don’t have a clue why. That is my name. I never allowed her to call me by my name. I had given that privilege to Marie, right on the spot of her hiring. I’d given her everything I could think of that mattered to her and she left. Shaking the last thought from my head I didn’t need Kat to know about Marie.

She seemed to have noticed and immediately apologized “I’m sorry Mr. Dalton. It’s not my place, I didn’t mean to cross into something personal.”

I run my fingers through my hair before answering. “No need to apologize. It’s just been a long day is all.” It’s been a long fucking six months.

“Well than if that’s all, goodnight.” She bites her bottom lip before the raspiness in her voice says “Mr. Dalton.”

“Goodnight.”

I waited until I was alone in my office once more before pouring myself another drink. Taking my phone from the desk, our last family Christmas picture greeting me. It was just past ten o’clock at night on the west coast. A few swipes and clicks of the phone and I would hear her voice, I wanted to know what she was doing. How she was doing. I never got enough information from Robin to satisfy my need of her. Mr. Castro, her dad, would let somethings slip about her when I called him, I tried making those calls rare so she wouldn’t notice her dad was still talking to me. But it was never enough, I closed my eyes to let the happy memories of the our little family take over the unpleasant ones.

That rarely happened and it wouldn’t happen tonight, they were always much stronger.

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Wyatt

My calloused hands tightened the harness of the dark colored strap to the roof rack of my jeep, securing the boards in place. The crunch of the gravel from passing cars on the road made me look up every time. The cars that brought my hopes up drove by slowly, looking for a spot to park before the beaches became crowded. And every time they didn’t stop in front of my house, the hope I had for Marie to show up faded with each passing minute. It was ten pass five in the morning and she wasn’t here. Yeah, the view from my home was beautiful but not the spot to surf, at least not for us. Every Saturday, the boys and I would all meet up further up the coast, spending the morning riding the waves. And in a few minutes that was where we were heading but as of right now it would be just my brother and I.

Marie hadn’t shown up.

“She’ll show.” Michael said.

Hoping he was right, I spent a sleepless night thinking about today. I tossed and turned counting down the minutes when I would see her again. I regret not getting her phone number before she left Wednesday night, but the way she looked at me and how well she got along with my family made me forget the simplest things.

“If she doesn’t I get to have her breakfast burrito.” He adds.

I roll my eyes at him, he could have mine if he wanted for all I cared. All I wanted was for her to be here. “I’m gonna get the rest of the stuff. Make sure everything is tightly in place.” I instruct him, Michael gives me a salute letting me know he’s got this. He should he’s done it hundreds of times before. Cool it Wyatt, telling myself just be grateful that he doesn’t have a smart ass comment to throw back.

Stepping through the front door, looking at the cooler on the floor and up to the streamers hanging on the hook. Right were I left them the night before and minutes ago after rearranging them multiple times to make them easy and ready to grab and toss in the car once Marie showed up. It would take me less than five minutes to make sure everything was locked and to get everything in the car.

Not enough time for her to show up.

I paced around like a fool, running my hand through my hair. Letting out a deep sigh as I hated coming to terms that she didn’t show. She said she looked forward to seeing me today. What if she was just being nice? Hoping that I didn’t scare her off, every thing that I could remember played as I secured the locks on the doors. Did she not like me calling her ex idiotic? Because he was. In the little time I had spent with her, I didn’t want to let her go, I didn’t want her out of my life. Checking the final lock, I was out of time. We needed to get going.

Grabbing the streamers and cooler, I made my way through the front door. Micheal was standing on the foot step of the car, the passenger door open and his upper body leaning over the roof of the car. I couldn’t make out what he was saying to the person on the other side. Looking around, there was no car parked in front. It must be a very early beach goer he was surely flirting with, I couldn’t tell with the tint of the windows.

I call out to him a bit irritated. “Michael.”

“You look like crap. Beautiful but like crap.” Michael said, this time louder for me to catch.

What an odd thing to say to someone, I thought that was until I heard it. Her laugh. Marie. She was here. Happiness, that wasn’t the right word, it was much stronger feeling pulling at the strings of my heart knowing that she came, came over me. She said something that I couldn’t quite make out that made Michael laugh.

“Michael.” I call out, louder this time. Both of them oblivious to my presence. “Michael.” I call once more.

He turns to me with a foolish grin on his face. “Wy, look who the cat dragged out. Your prayers have been answered.” He says stepping down, making his way to me and grabbing the items from my hands.

And that’s when I laid eyes on her and yes my prayers had been answered. She stopped at the rear of the Jeep,

“Hi.” She smiled.

“Hi.”

Rocking my weight back on my heels, taking her in. Michael had been right, she was beautiful today, just as the day before. Standing there in dark gray linen shorts, sandals, a white cropped tank top with the hunter green color of her bathing suit top peeking through, her hair in a high ponytail with whispers of hair framing her delicate face.

“Sorry it took me so long, I was wrestling with the covers.” Marie jokes, blowing away a strand of hair that fell over her eyes.

The image of her dragging herself out of bed after she admitted that she liked her sleep made me chuckle. That would be a lovely image to have burned in my mind for the rest of my days. But I told myself once more that I was a friend. How was I to make it through the day, when my heart beat faster when she was near.

“Wyatt here thought you weren’t gonna show. I, on the other hand never doubted you.” Michael called out as he exited the car and stood next to her. I held back a laugh as I watched her roll her eyes at him.

“Never doubted? You just told me that you wanted my breakfast.”

“That’s in the past. Now M, are you ready to get pummeled by the waves?” He playfully nudges at her.

“Are you ready to lose the best set of the day to a newbie?” She nudged back.

“Oh you’re on.”

“Ready?” I ask the both of them.

She nods as Michael shouts shotgun. “Michael you’re going in the backseat. Marie sits up front.” I tell him.

“Does shotgun not mean anything anymore?” He asks but still makes his way to the backseat.

“You remind me of one the boys I used to take care of.” Marie told him, patting him on the shoulder. “He’s just more adorable than you are.”

“Hey! I do not act like a little boy. Besides he must be awesome if you are comparing him to me.” He answers back.

“You do act like one most of the time.” I call back.

After locking the front door and hurry to open the passenger door for Marie. I close the door once she is settled in, then make my way around to the drivers side. Turning on the engine, Island in the Sun by Weezer plays through the speakers as I lower the windows to the car. Glancing at Marie before pulling out of the driveway, making sure she is safely buckled in once more.

During our drive, I listen as Michael and her debate on whether Marie should introduce her best friend Jenny to him. She said no but Michael keeps trying to convince her for that to happen. She stirs clear from any mention of the boyfriend and what I am assuming are heartbreaking memories of her life there. The life the press wrote about, one I got the picture of when curiosity got the best of me.

I hated to admit that I looked her up. But not after the many times of deleting her name, only to have typed it again. And then finally hitting enter. Article after article. Photo of photo of them together. Of their family together.

It all sounded like a fairytale. Almost to good to be true. The press ate it up, a widowed father of twin boys, a failed engagement and finally having found love with the boys ex-nanny. I had to stop I couldn’t see her with him. It had me seeing red, jaw clenching red when I stared too long at the photos of how she looked at him. What I wouldn’t give to have that look staring back at me.

So I did what any non-jealous man who had just met the most amazing beautiful person. My fingers glided across the keyboard and typed, Samuel Dalton. He had been another rabbit hole I went down. The man she clearly came to love back in New York, the golden boy of the Dalton family, the soon to be CEO once his father retired from Dalton Enterprises. A man who lost his wife in a tragic accident. An engagement to his friend that was leaked to the press. A man that in the end didn’t lift a finger when the press’s love for Marie turned. Or so I read.

“Will it just be the three of us?” Marie asked.

My thoughts being interrupted “What was that?” I glance over at her before returning my attention to the road.

“Will it just be us?” She asked again.

I hadn’t told her that Ben and Daniel would be joining us and from the sound of it Michael hadn’t either. I told the guys the next day and they welcomed the idea, my sister and Bridgette not so much, not because they didn’t like her. They weren’t big on surfing. I wanted Marie to be comfortable, the last thing she needed was someone trying to hit on her. Me, I was that someone. I knew from the moment I asked her, it was going to be a group thing.

“No. Daniel and Ben will meet us there.” I say. “They should be there already actually.” Giving my watch a quick look to see the time.

“What about Olive and Bridgette?”

“They are not really into it. They already had plans, when I mentioned it Olive almost killed me for inviting you without them being there.”

“It’s not like Olive and Bridge surf.” Michael chimes in.

“Maybe next time, we’d just sun bathe.” I could hear a giddiness in her voice without having to turn around, I knew the expression she would have on her face because I knew I had the same one. She wanted a next time.

For the remainder of our drive, we talk about all sorts of things from sports to Michaels many adventures around the world. Moments later I pull into an open spot next to Daniel and Ben, who are already in their wetsuits.

“Good Morning.” Marie cheerfully calls out from the open window to them. “What’s with the gloomy weather?”

“It should burn off in a couple hours. It’s good to begin the morning surfing like this.” Daniel tells her.

I turn off the engine and we all make our way out, making my way around to see Marie hugging my best friends, there goes the beating of my heart at her comfort level around us.

“So Marie, what do you know about surfing?” Ben asks her.

“Well. I did some research on it..” She begins. “It was very interesting…”

“Hold up. You researched surfing?”

“Yeah.” There is a shyness in her voice that I find adorable at her admitting she looked into surfing.

“Please, please please don’t tell us your gonna give a report.” Michael butts in.

She shakes her head at him. “No. Not unless you want one.”

“I think it's a good thing she did.” I add.

“You would. Suck up. Wyatt, she likes you already.” Michael joked.

My head drops with embarrassment at Michaels words. He could have said anything, anything at all and he decides to say that. When I look back up my eyes land on Marie, she is looking at me with what I want to be hope.

“I didn’t want to be clueless, of course there are things I need to learn by actually doing them than reading about it.” Marie answered. “Besides I like all of you. I’d like to consider each one a friend.” She did catch Michaels remark. My face warms with embarrassment.

“Ouch. Friend zoned Wy.” Michael whispers to me with a chuckle.

Ignoring his comment, through the open car door I grab everything we need for a day out on the water.

“We should get into these, once in those we could head towards the water.” I tell Marie, handing her the black suit I got her.

“Ok.” She takes it from my hand, looking around at the four of us all of us looking at her and then she settles back to me.

Daniel points towards the beach as the three of them begin their way down “We’re just gonna go get our spot. See you in a few.”

We watch as they leave us alone. “It’s pretty easy putting it on.” I nervously say, pointing to the suit. “Once you get into the streamer..”

“Streamer another name for the wetsuit.” She proudly tells me.

“Yeah. you did do your research.”

“Of course. I’m not just a pretty face.” She teasingly says to me.

Opening the passenger door, she places the suit on the seat. Marie begins to undress, pulling her top over her head, tossing it in her bag. Next she kicks off her sandals, unties the string on her shorts and pulls them down, the sandals and shorts go into the bag. Standing there in a hunter green bikini, staring as if I had never seen a woman in a two piece bathing suit, I turn around and give her some privacy to let her suit up. A little to late for that.

“Wyatt.” She calls out.

“Yeah?”

“It’s a bikini. It’s safe to say you’ve seen a bit more the first time we met.”

“I know.” Answering awkwardly, I was trying to be a decent guy, at the end, to give her some privacy.

Calling out once she is finished. “That wasn’t as hard as I thought it be.”

Turning around to her as she is tugging the string to pull the zipper closed. Taking a couple steps, I close the gap between us. “Here let me.” I tell her, securing the zipper with the velcro closure.

“What do you think?” She says turning around, moving in the streamer. “Do I look like a surfer now?”

I simper like a fool at her. “It looks good.” She looked beautiful. “You may look like one but the challenge is to have you be one.” I say.

“Your turn. I could turn around and give you some privacy. You now do the decent thing before you strip down.” She winks at me.

God I’m in trouble, I’ve been in trouble since I first laid eyes on her.

I smirk. “You can.”

Marie turns around and I begin to undress tossing my clothes into the car haphazardly. Standing there in my briefs, I catch a pair of brown eyes looking over her shoulder as I step into the suit.

Once I’ve secured the zipper, I hand over one of the boards to Marie so she can carry it. Tucking them under our arms, we head towards the guys waiting on the sand. Standing the board in the sand when we get closer with Marie lowering hers onto the sand. Watching her tentatively, she glides her hands over the rough layers of wax that cover the top.

“It’s put on so you have a better grip when your on.” I inform her.

“I read about it.” She tells me, but there is this look on her face as she continues to feel the wax.

“What is it?” I ask in wonder.

“Is it safe?”

“Of course. It’s why we use it.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I was wondering if it's environmentally safe.”

“I..I uh. I’m not a hundred percent sure.” I fumble, looking towards the guys, seeing the look on their faces of “What?” Wondering where she was going with it. As if she could feel me and the guys staring at her, she looks around and her lips spread as if she realized some crucial information about her as not been shared with us.

“I’m a chemist.” She tells us.

“Fuck off.” Michael quips. “Really?” “Oh shit.” Chimes Ben. “Impressive.”

Laughing at their response. “Yes. I’m a chemist. I work and help manage the environmental lab at Cal Analytical and before that for Dalton Lab, a division at Dalton Enterprises.”

Her ex’s company, the one he was soon to take over. Though she was working under someone else not him, if I remember correctly. I read the hoopla of her working for her boyfriend and the nastiness of her sleeping her way into the company.

“So the question.” I bring up again.

“Oh that. Well..umm— you see if pieces of wax chip off and go into the ocean, the sea life would eat it. And if it’s toxic for human consumption, imagine for wildlife.”

Color me fascinated. I didn’t think she could surprise me more but she has and in the best and most impressive way.

“So imagine the smallest form of life in the water, plankton and such and then whatever feeds on that and so on and so on until you get to the top of the food chain. You have the whole ecosystem in chaos, granted it may take many years but at the rate the oceans are being destroyed…”

She stops herself as she looks back at us, the guys and myself stand there with our jaws dropped.

“Oh, I get a bit carried away with..” Marie nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“No. It’s actually quite fascinating.” I say. In awe of the passion that comes out of her when she is discussing her career. “Is that something that would be doable?”

“Making something environmentally safe?”

I nod.

“Yes. With some work and research one should be able to find a suitable alternative.”

“Well as much as I would love to hear you nerd out M, we are gonna get started while you begin your lessons. The waves are calling my name.” Michael winks at her.

“Yeah, sorry that’s why we are here.” Marie stands and wipes the sand from her hands. “So where do we start.”

“Well, I uh..umm. Let's get you into the water.” Picking up her board and heading into the water.

“What about your board?” She jogs to my side, the cold water crashing at our feet. Sending goosebumps through out my body, but it's not the water that does this to me, its the company in present.

“It’ll be easy if I don’t have to hold on to mine when I’m showing you how to stand on yours.”

Marie nods “Right.”

Side by side, we move further into the water. Stopping when the water is a bit calmer, chest level to me, tapping on the board. “Hop on.” I tell her, holding it still, watching as Marie steadies herself against it and swings a leg over, straddling it. “Good. Now lay on your front.”

She does, my grip on the side of the board steady as the water laps over her and crashing into me. “You are going to to push yourself up, not all your weight in the center. Just a bit off the center and back. Legs slightly bent at the knee, your gonna want one leg back and the other forward. Whenever you’re ready stand up.”

She nods again that she understands.

“Whenever you’re ready my little daredevil.” I affectionally say.

Letting out a breath she pushes herself up. Her arms flailing up as she tries to catch her balance only to go off the side and into the water. I call out her name and just as quickly as she went in she pops right back up. The biggest grin on her face as she wipes the water from her face.

“You alright?”

“More than ok. I’m not a fragile little thing Wyatt. I can handle some rough waters that knock me down.”

“I’m beginning to learn that.”

“Let me try again.” She says with determination.

“Try keeping your arms at your side. It should help you balance.”

“Ok.” She hops back onto the board.

Trying a handful more times, Marie is able to stand without falling over, only I’d say about three times in all. “That’s a bit harder than I thought. Or my balance is completely off. So when do the cool maneuvers come in? The weaving through the water —“

I chuckle. “How about we get you to learn the basics before you go pro on us.”

“Ok.” She beams.

“You can try a few more times if you like or we can meet up with the guys. The swells are decent this morning. Good for a beginner.” I tell her as she sits on her board.

“Can we go to them?”

I nod. “Paddle over to them. I’m gonna get my board and I’ll meet you there.”

“Yay!” She cheers, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on my cheek. She gives me one of those smiles I’ve come to like. If the sensation of her kiss was not burning against my cheek, I could easily say I dreamed it. “I’ll see you out there.” Maries says as she begins to paddle her away from me.

After grabbing my board, I make quick work and close the distance. All four of them seem to be in a serious discussion when I finally reach them, catching only the end. Having no idea what they were talking about, I don’t ask, only because it’ll cut into our time.

Staying by Marie’s side as Ben, Daniel and Michael each catch a set, pointing out somethings here and there. I fidget with anticipation, wanting to get on one begins to show but I try my best to hide it. Moving my board and myself closer to her.

“So you see where they begin to paddle their way onto the wave and then get on their feet.” I point out to her. “For you, that’s what you want to be doing at first.”

“Wy.”

“Yes.”

“Go. I know you’re dying to get ride one.”

I look at her, her brown eyes staring back at me, a faint smile spreading across her lips. “Go.” she says again.

“I will. Just waiting for the right moment.” It wasn’t just the waves I was talking about. The right moment will come.

Some sets later, I get the one I’ve been waiting for and start to paddle before it breaks. Pushing myself up onto my feet the cold ocean water spraying on me as I sway back and then down, gripping the board, riding the wave until it begins to die and crash against the shore. Jumping off and into the water, quickly surfacing, running my hands through my wet hair. Reaching for my board and getting back on top I make my return to her.

But before I could make it far enough, I catch Marie making her way onto a set. Peddling, hearing what I can say are shouts from the guys, until the right moment comes and she pushes herself up and arms flailing just slightly before she brings them down. Her knees wobbling trying to find her balance, not really moving along with the wave, just a simple ride until she looses her balance for a brief moment but that is all it takes for her to lose a perfect beginner set and slip into the water.

Making my way towards the guys, I line up next to them. “Did you guys send her?”

“Yeah. Not bad right?” Ben tell me. “Picked a good one for her.”

“It was good. Lasted a bit longer on it.”

“She is a fast learner Wy. She’ll be one of us before you know it.” Michael says.

“It’s what I’m hoping for.” I whisper under my breath as Marie makes her way back to us.

A huge grin on her face. “Oh my god, did you see that? That feeling you get right before, during and after. I feel like I am falling in love.”

Burning the morning away, with the five of us having enough sets under us. Muscles burn from the workout, we make our way back towards the shore. The sun and blue sky having taken over the gray gloom from earlier. With our surfboards tucked under our arms I turn and catch a glimpse of delighted Marie looking straight ahead. The carefreeness in her demeanor brings a smile. Something I can’t help when I’m around her.

“That was so much fun. Thank you.” She tells me.

“I’m glad you liked it.

“Not bad for a newbie M” Michael tells her.

“Thanks. I’ll get you next time.”

“Uh huh.” Michael slowly jogs passed us, setting down around our things.

“Now, where are these famous breakfast burritos I heard about because I am starving.”

****

After spending a couple more hours at the beach we packed up and headed back to my place. Michael saves me a trip and more importantly an odd or awkward introduction of Marie to our parents when he decided to go with Ben.

Hopping into the Jeep, I hand over my phone to Marie so she could pick the music on our drive back home. A subtle way of trying to a sense of what she likes.

“What do I do with this?” She asks, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“I’m letting you pick the music.”

“Hmm.” She eyes me suspiciously. “You trust me with this?” She waves the phone in the air, as I begin to pull onto the road.

“The way you’re looking at me has me thinking twice on it.” I joke. “I can promise there isn’t anything highly inappropriate. Just my schedule, family chats nothing too crazy.”

From the corner of my eye I can see her smirk. “Shame.” She mutters with a laugh. “So you’re saying I wouldn’t find pictures of your exes you still hold on to or Tinder or naughty pictures?”

At that moment there is a chime of a notification that rings from my phone.

“Oh, my! Wy?” She gasps.

I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I have no clue what could have possibly popped up. Her laugh fills the car, I turn and she is staring at me, phone in her hand showing me what came up but quickly pulls it back to her.

“You should see the look on your face. You are absolutely blushing.”

“I’m not.” My face heats up with even more embarrassment.

“Huh uh.. yeah right. Totally believing you right now.” She giggles.

The next thing I hear is the clicking sound of the phone’s keyboard. “What are you doing over there?”

I feel her hand move gently over my arm, making the hairs on it raise with awareness “Oh you know. Just responding to this very sexy text that came through. I think I should be able to respond like a guy. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

Ground just suck me up right now. I have no clue who could possibly be on the other end. I haven’t seen anyone in months, I haven’t been with anyone for a bit longer. A drought would be an understatement. I hold my breath waiting for Marie to say something.

“There all done.”

My voice shakes. “What is all done?”

“I think you may have a chance. Although I’m not sure how much you like her but….”

I interrupt her “Who in the hell..”

Marie lets out a deep laugh. “Now you have my number on your phone. I sent myself a message so I can have yours.”

I try to wrap my head around what she is telling me, surely she sees the look of confusion that has settled on my face.

“We didn’t exchange numbers the other day.. so I thought what the hell. You know.”

I rub the nape of my neck, god she got me. For a second I was really racking my brain around who I could possibly be having a conversation with.

“Wy.”

The way she says my family nickname for me, as me shifting in my seat and swallowing the lump forming in my throat.

“You have a date later next week. Alex sent you a reminder. She or He wants to confirm.”

Crap. Double crap, I forgotten about that. “It’s something Olive set up a while ago. I keep canceling or rescheduling.” I answer quickly. “It’s with a woman, the date that is.”

“No need to explain. I get it.”

“Will you be putting some music on or..” I begin, stirring away from the date topic. I need to cancel that for good.

“I’m liking this blushing Wyatt. But I fear that is all I’ve come to know today. I really don’t know that much about you.”

I could say the same thing, I tell myself. “What do you want to know.”

“Everything. What do you? Please don’t tell me you’re a trust fund baby who spends his days surfing.”

I laugh at the typical outsider assessment. “No. I mean, my family is well off. I won’t lie.”

My father did instill a hard work ethic in all of his children but he also wanted us to live a life away from work. Money wasn’t everything. Family is and always will be first. “I’m in charge of the family business. My grandfather started it then my father took over and now it’s myself and my siblings.”

“And what is the family business?”

“Architecture.”

“Olive is an architect?”

Shaking my head no. “Olive does interior design, for the company and independently. Michael and I would be the architects and occasionally contractor. When the project permits, I’m out there working with my crew.”

She lets out a sigh as if she is wrapping her head around what I said. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-seven. You?”

“Thirty-two. Oh I know! What is something you’ve built that you absolutely love?”

“My home.” I say proudly. “Not built from the ground up but gutted and added on.”

“It is beautiful.” She whispers.

“Thank you. Tell me what would be your dream home would be?” I ask, turning onto the street that will take us to my home.

“Will you renovate it and get every last detail down to the T?” She chuckles at some inside joke she only knows.

“Possibly.”

“That sounds like some Notebooking to me.” She says.

I don’t answer as I pull in and stop in front of the house. Until I park and turn the car off “What’s Notebooking?” Turning my attention to her.

“Come on.” She smiles. “You know the movie The Notebook. Noah spends a long time renovating the home Allie dreams of.”

I reach up and cup the side of her face, her eyes holding my stare as her breath hitches at my touch. I smile “No. I don’t know what your talking about. But that sounds clever.” I drop my hand and reach for the door and open it. The smile never leaving my face as I go around to open the door for Marie. “Come on.”

She looks at me with a look that tells me she isn’t buying it. “What’s your favorite movie?”

Letting out a hearty laugh. “The Notebook.”

Marie lets out a gasp and playfully smacks me against my chest and begins to walk away. Reaching out, grabbing her by the wrist I pull her into me. Our eyes lock on each other, the last thing I see before lowering my lips to touch hers, is her biting her lower lip. But my lips never do touch hers because she gets out of my hold and runs up the stairs.

Dropping my head in frustration, why did I think it would be ok to kiss her. The look in her eyes told me she wanted it too. Or was it all in my head. When I look up, I see Marie’s biting her lip as if she was holding back a laugh. Oh, she is messing with me. I can play along.

Shutting the door to the car, I make quick strides and close the distance. Fumbling with the keys to the door, until what feels like hours I get it open. We both walk in not saying a word, tension bouncing off us.

Until Marie finally says. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to freshen up.”

I watch her disappear.

As I wait, I begin to open the windows and sliding door. Letting the refreshing, cooling ocean breeze in, a perfect, at least I hope its perfect, idea comes to mind. Taking my usual spot on my living room sofa, I turn on the television. Searching for the perfect movie for us to watch. Having found it, letting it play and pausing at the right spot so I don’t give anything away. I make myself comfortable and wait.

Boy, does she make me wait, not an obscene amount of time but enough for me to lose comfort in my spot. “Are we taking the things out from the car?”

I look to my left and watch her walk towards me. “Not right now. I thought maybe we could just chill and watch something.” I say.

“What are we watching?” Marie asks as she comes to a stop next to me.

For the second time that day, I grab her by hand and pull her down right next me. Her body pressing against my side. I look down as she makes herself comfortable, snuggling closer to me. She rests her head on my chest, right over where my heart beats like crazy for her.

“My favorite movie.”

“Which is? And don’t say The Notebook because I don’t believe you.”

My body shakes with laughter, “Fine. You’re right. It’s Point Break.”

“Not stereotypical at all. A surfer loving a surfer movie.”

Pointing the remote to the TV. I press play. “It’s more than a surfer movie. Keanu Reeves and Patrick Swayze, the ultimate cop and robber film.”

The music begins to play, the lake and red sky come on screen, the name of the cast appearing on the bottom of the screen. No reaction yet comes from Marie until the man on the boat begins to row across the lake and she lets out a squeal of excitement.

“The Notebook.”

continue to… Chapter 3: Delicate

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stitchandani · 1 year

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What sort of crazy scenarios would you love to do for both Stitch and Ani and Lilo’s College Days as Chibiverse shorts. This new show is the closest thing Disney has to a new House of Mouse and have the characters of several Disney Animated shows in more insane scenarios?

Doverstar I love the Chibiverse shorts, totally agree about the HoM comparison! If this story was canon, Lilo's College Days wouldn't have chibi shorts! LCD is just the name I gave to any content in my head that had to do with Lilo's life/friends during college. If Stitch and Ani were a real show, anything I call Lilo's College Days would be tiny flashbacks in the greater Stitch and Ani story, so not worthy of a Chibiverse short. That being said, I'd personally love to see Stitch, Kai, Mason and Ani interacting with Phineas and Ferb, Kim Possible, or Mickey and friends! I can see them getting up to a lot of mischief together. I always like it when characters bake; it's comforting. Maybe they'll get into a bake-off together. I like that.

#asked #answered #doverstar answers #chibiverse #chibiverse shorts #lilo's college days #lilos college days #lcd #anon #anonymous

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Chapter 4: She Took the Midnight Train Going Anywhere

Start date: 07/10/22

End date: 07/18/22

TW: implication of m**d*r

Rating: PG (mature themes implied)

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A month had passed since three of the four women scorned by Sam Dalton put their plan into motion, and it had worked so far. Marianne was unstoppable at work with the case and the detectives had found a lot of leads that actually bore fruit, Sofia bombarded Sam with extra work and projects until he could barely see over the mountain of proposals, and Hannah helped distract him in her own way, using dinners and movie nights with the kids to buy Marianne some time when she worked late nights. But finally, a tip from a witness all those years ago paid off, and the trio met up while Sam was at work.

"Mom! Sofia is here!" Mickey yelled, answering the door.

"That's no way to greet the woman who was almost your stepmother." Sofia beckoned, walking in.

"You're right. There's alternate terms that could be used in place of your name but we have a swear jar now after a brutal game night." Mason scoffed as he walked by.

"Thanks, you two. If you need help with your homework, just come get Hannah or me and we'll be right there." Marianne sat a food platter on the dining room table.

Once the kids went to their rooms, and Marianne double checked to make sure Ainsley was asleep on the baby monitor, the women caught each other up on what happened.

"Just out of curiosity, why are you working when Marianne is in the apartment today?" Sofia asked Hannah.

"Because I'm looking at the evidence today and I don't know how to explain why the suspect board has the father of my child and stepchildren on top of it, so she keeps them occupied while I work." Marianne answered for Hannah.

"Please tell me that's the only thing he's on top of." Sofia winked, sipping her tea.

"Eww. Also, since I'm pretending to be okay with that part of the scheme, I have to second that." Marianne replied.

"It's mostly just talk, I told him that I want to take things slow and he bought it." Hannah reassured them.

"Well, how's the investigation going? Anything that would shock the business world yet?" Sofia asked.

"I can't reveal much, but I can say that the tip we recovered said that Sam was the last one seen with Addison at a subway station before she disappeared. The techs are recovering security footage, but that's going to take a little while since it's been so long and the technology wasn't as great then as it is now. They're supposed to tell me later, but that's just the technical explanation." Marianne put something on her plate.

"Well what's the other explanation? Am I gonna have to help you look in the attic, because I already helped my roommate do that after we watched the Annabelle movies." Hannah shared.

"DNA was found in their old car, which was abandoned at the Dalton storage unit. It's Addison's, and it couldn't have gotten there unless she laid down in the backseat. I was hoping she'd be alive for the twins' sakes, but it's looking unlikely." Marianne sighed, taking a bite of a bagel.

Before anyone could say anything, Sam came home and walked into the dining room to see the three women conversing.

"Well if it isn't my wife, nanny, and ex-fiancee. What brings you three together?" Sam was curious, and quite frankly a little suspicious.

"Business. I'm hosting a ladies lunch and I was originally going to just invite your wife, but I'm fascinated by your nanny's passion for chemistry that I've extended it to her as well. She could be very crucial to Russo Industries if she wants a different career path." Sofia covered for them.

"I thought you said that you had a degree in communication and public relations?" Sam proved that he wasn't listening.

"Nope, chemistry." Hannah reminded him.

"Well I don't think they'll be able to get out of work to go, so I'm afraid they can't attend." Sam was nervous.

"My office is handling the case load just fine, and the kids can come with us, so you will have the office and the apartment to yourself." Marianne stood up to her husband.

When Sofia left, the day went on as it normally would. After putting the kids to bed, Hannah left and was in the elevator when she got a call from Marianne.

"Hello? Did I leave something in the apartment?" Hannah asked.

"No, but the lab got the footage back. Addison and Sam argued at the train station, and she got on alone. How her DNA could've been in the back of that car is still a mystery, but the credit card statements show that Sam rented a boat the afternoon that she went missing. The dive team is gonna investigate some more, but as far as we know she's still missing." Marianne whispered.

"So Sam knows more about the disappearance than what he's told the cops, and you're not letting him know any of this why?" Hannah asked.

"The element of surprise. If we find something, his reaction will be just as useful as any evidence." Marianne whispered.

"Alright. I'm gonna be in a little late tomorrow, my neighbors are gonna help me and my roommate with our stupid wifi issues, but I won't be too late. If I hear anything from Sam or Sofia I'll text you." Hannah told her.

"Got it. See you tomorrow." Marianne hung up.

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requesting rules and information

hello all and welcome to my requesting rules and guidelines post! i wanted to put this information out there in a place that was easy to access and all up-to-date to make for a fun and safe space for everyone to enjoy!

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below are the characters and fandoms i write for, however, if there is someone not listed below you can request for them as chances are i will have heard of them but may not be the biggest fan of the show/movie/book but i will do my best and otherwise i will let you know! if a character below is crossed out then it just means i am taking a break from writing for thme for now, just to keep things interesting and so i am not always writing for the same person so, check back often as this may change!

⟡criminal minds

ෆ aaron hotchner

ෆ derek morgan

ෆ emily prentiss

ෆ jennifer 'jj' jareau

ෆ penelope garcia

ෆ spencer reid

⟡gilmore girls

ෆ dave rygalski

ෆ dean forester

ෆ jess mariano

ෆ lane kim

ෆ logan huntzberger

ෆ lorelai gilmore

ෆ louise grant

ෆ luke danes

ෆ madeline lynn

ෆ paris geller

ෆ rory gilmore

ෆ tristan dugray

⟡hunger games

ෆ coriolanus snow

ෆ finnick odair

ෆ gale hawthorne

ෆ haymitch abernathy

ෆ johanna mason

ෆ katniss everdeen

ෆ lucy gray baird

ෆ peeta mellark

ෆ sejuanus plinth

⟡marvel

ෆ bruce banner

ෆ druig

ෆ james 'bucky' barnes

ෆ loki

ෆ makkari

ෆ natasha romanoff

ෆ peter parker (tom holland/andrew garfield)

ෆ pietro maximoff

ෆ sam wilson

ෆ steve rogers

ෆ steven strange

ෆ thor

ෆ tony stark

ෆ wanda maximoff

ෆ yelena belova

⟡outerbanks

ෆ jj maybank

ෆ john b routledge

ෆ kiara carrera

ෆ pope hayward

ෆ rafe cameron

ෆ sarah cameron

⟡scream

ෆ billy loomis

ෆ ethan landry

ෆ kirby reed

ෆ samantha carpenter

ෆ sidney prescott

ෆ stu macher

ෆ tara carpenter

ෆ tatum riley

⟡shameless

ෆ carl gallagher

ෆ debbie gallagher

ෆ fiona gallagher

ෆ ian gallagher

ෆ kevin ball

ෆ lip gallagher

ෆ mandy milkovich

ෆ mickey milkovich

ෆ svetlana yevgenivna

ෆ veronica fisher

⟡stranger things

ෆ billy hargrove

ෆ dustin henderson

ෆ eddie munson

ෆ jane hopper/011/jane ives

ෆ jonathan byers

ෆ lucas sinclair

ෆ max mayfield

ෆ mike wheeler

ෆ nancy wheeler

ෆ robin buckley

ෆ steve harrington

ෆ will byers

⟡supernatural

ෆ adam milligan (michael!adam included)

ෆ bela talbot

ෆ castiel

ෆ charlie bradbury

ෆ crowley

ෆ dean winchester (moc!, michael!, demon! included)

ෆ gabriel

ෆ garth fitzgerald iv

ෆ jack klein

ෆ jody mills

ෆ john winchester

ෆ jo harvelle

ෆ lucifer

ෆ meg masters

ෆ rowena macleod

ෆ ruby

ෆ sam winchester (meg!, gadreel!, demon blood! included)

⟡teen wolf

ෆ alison argent

ෆ derek hale

ෆ isaac lahey

ෆ jackson whittemore

ෆ kira yukimura

ෆ lydia martin

ෆ malia tate/hale

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ෆ stiles stilinski

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⟡the summer i turned pretty

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ෆ cam cameron

ෆ conrad fisher

ෆ jeremiah fisher

ෆ steven conklin

ෆ taylor jewel

⟡vampire diaries

ෆ bonnie bennett

ෆ caroline forbes

ෆ damon salvatore

ෆ elena gilbert

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ෆ rebekah mikaelson

ෆ stefan salvatore

ෆ tyler lockwood

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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Keeping it down

Paring: F! Sam Dalton x F! Anna (The Nanny Affair) Warning: Smut (gag) Description: AU, a little smut stand alone in the 3th TNA book first chapter scenario. Holidays, winter, Anna and Sam wanting to get sometime together worried about the boys hearing. Word count: 1095 Sam's idea to find a cabin for the end of the year was perfect. Anna could feel herself relaxing more at every moment passed in the nature - snow, skiing, having the kids and an army of snowmen? That was how Anna wished to spent her whole winter. The cabin was very silent at night, you could hear a cricket resonant from Montana if you paid enough attention. And that made Sam a little uncomfortable with having sex, knowing Mickey and Mason could hear.

It was the fourth night of the family in that cabin and Anna, although relaxed and enjoying her daytime activities, were getting restless at the lack of contact. "Honey, please. We just need to keep it down!!" She begged Sam for what seemed the 30th times that week. Sam smirked and looked at Anna from above her glasses "My love, we both know you are not able to keep it low - thankfully". Anna sat in the bed. "What if I tell you I have something that might help with that?" She asked looking shy Sam closed her book and turned her upper body to face Anna "Go on..." she teased with a easy smile "So, I went to this shop when you took the kids this afternoon and.." Anna blushed and looked down to her hands. Sam noticed her getting embarrassed "Uhmm. A store, han? The one that only adults can go?" Her smile widen as Anna cheeks turned grimson red. "Forget about it" Anna said sheepishly turning her back to Sam and getting up. "Oh no, now I wanna know" Sam said pulling Anna back to bed and getting on top of her nuzzling her way to her ear "What could you possibly have bought that would make this" She forced her leg between Anna's thigh earning a soft moan "possible?" Annas desire ignited inside her. She bitted her lip and stared into Sam's lustfull eyes. "I have never used it before... can't I just promise to behave?" Anna said grinding her hip into Sam's thigh "Oh, that won't do. Will I have to tease it out of you?" Sam said increasing the pressure of her thigh slightly and them pushing it all away and standing up "I did see a shopping bag in the closet" She reached to get the parchment paper. "OK, wait, is not what you..." Anna stopped mid sentence as Sam pulled out the toy from within, blushing vigorously. "Oh my.... you were naughty today, weren't you?" Sam grinned as her fingers drawed paths in the leather. It was a black gag. With a small sized ball and very interesting design - it should be a VIP collection. "You were right, this might help " She smiled devilshly as she strolled back to bed, straddling Anna and placing the gag in front of her face. "I just thought it would make it hard to .. well, get vocal" Anna said still embarrassed to death trying to hide her face behind her hands. "It will do so much more than that, honey." Sam smirked - Anna was too innocent to buy that. "The gag will torment you, will make it hard to breathe, it will take out all your hope to selfcontrol..." Sam swallowed hard at the idea. "We should only do this if you trust me" Sam looked at the gag again and then at Anna "May I?" Anna's body was aflame. She has been waiting for some alone time with Sam since they got there, but the CEO would barely spare her a light touch. Playing with that gag made her nervous? Yes. But she couldn't think of anything else since that morning. So she nodded and didn't regret when she saw the pure lust in Sam's glare: "Good girl" The gag was intrusive, it took all of Anna self control to not start drooling when Sam locked it behind her neck. Her tongue was kept backwards as her airway was slightly constricted. It wasn't comfortable, but Anna couldn't even pay attention to that when Sam stripped bare on top of her. Sam mouth were in Anna's neck in an instant, licking a hot path from her ear lobe until her already harden nipple. Sam bitted it slightly at it and Anna felt the gag deepning as she instinctively moaned against the ball. Sam's hand traveled down, she was eager to put her fingers to good use since she was also troubled by the lack of contact in the previous days "I knew you would be wet, but damn, Anna.. you are leaking" Sam nodded approvingly as she circled her clit with just the tip of her finger. Anna's pleasure sky rocketed. She grabbed Sam's wrist and forced it against her, trying to increase the minimum friction she had going on. "Someone is eager, isn't she?" Sam was more than delighted at the sight of a gagged Anna, desperate for her touch. She smirked as she pushed 2 fingers inside of Anna who jumped at the intrusion, shooting her head back with a silent whimp. Sam could see tears coming down Anna's face as the gag hitted her back throat and activated her reflexes again "I like this new toy of yours, my love". Sam kept her rhythm strong and harsh, as Anna kept coordinating her hip movement - each thrust hitting her G spot hard and precisely. Anna was dripping and every plunge made her juices spread all over Sam's hand. With the gag, the only sound heard was the continuous sloshing as Sam kept working Anna until she was ready to come. Sam could sense Anna's wall clenching against her fingers, her legs trembling and her breathing erratic. She first thought about edging her, but she honestly couldn't wait to see Anna tearing down before her. Anna couldn't even feel the gag anymore. Her reflexes were activated so often that it became numb to her as she could only sense a new wave of tears after tears. Sam's mouth joined her hand working on her clit: circling, flicking, pressuring. She had been on the edge for so long waiting for the right moment to come, that as soon Sam's tongue found her clit she could hold it in anymore and she came down hard, leaking all over Sam's face, in one more teared up wave against the gag.

#wlw fic #female sam dalton #sam dalton #tna #tna3 #choices #sam x mc

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issabees · 1 year

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Hii 😍

If your MC / OC could be any song or any movie what would it be and why?

Hiya, hope you’re doing well 💖

I think this is will be the first time I’m posting about my MCs, so thank you for this! Under the cut are a couple of playlists for these two MCs I’m currently writing about ☺️

The Nanny Affair MC: Marina Acuña 🌸

Ride Home by Ben&Ben - "You're all I need, the very air I breathe / You are home" Marina is this person who upholds the value of family, not only by being a warm and kind mother figure to Mickey and Mason and partner to Sam, but also by being a loving and thoughtful daughter to her parents and Ate (older sister) to her younger sister. She loves to be with her family in her hometown and will visit whenever she can, even occasionally visiting her relatives.

Aphrodite by RINI - Not entirely related to her personal life, but this song is one of her favorites as she discovered it by accident online. She has been listening to this song and checking out the artist’s new songs ever since. It also helps that Sam once complimented her by saying that she is the goddess because of her love and beauty, which she found as ridiculously sweet of him to say so.

For Once in My Life by Spiral Starecase - "For once I have something I know won't desert me / I'm not alone anymore" When her father left them, Marina and her family was left devastated at the loss. When her mother met someone new a few years later, this feeling of devastation turned into a feeling of apprehension for the new man. However, he worked hard to earn their trust and be a good father figure to Marina and her sister. For Marina, he bonded with her over music. She learned that he also liked Spiral Starecase's songs, and they would later on have this song as their karaoke pick.

Emotions by Brenda Lee - "Emotions, you get me upset / Why make me remember what I want to forget?" This is Marina’s go-to song when she’s deep in the feels, most often when she…does something incredibly stupid and embarrassing to the point where she cringes at the memory of it! But seriously, she plays this song whenever she feels sad but does not want to feel that way. Despite listening to it whenever she is sad, the song also has another layer of sentimental value to her as it is also one of her mother’s favorite songs, so she holds this song close to her heart anyway.

Fool for You by Snoh Aalegra - "I love you time and time again / I know just how the story ends" This is more in line with her thought process in Book 1, where she was stuck in this exciting but passionate but eyebrow-raising circumstance with Sam. She knows how their relationship would traditionally end, especially with Sam being the billionaire CEO that he is, but she is magically drawn to him that she finds herself falling in love anyway.

Make Me Like You by Gwen Stefani - Not so much that the song's message has anything to do with her personally, but I write Marina as someone who loves Gwen Stefani. Also, the song itself is bright and fun, something she generally gravitates towards to in music.

Queen B MC: Augusta Hughes 👑

What’s New? by Megan Thee Stallion - "They keep comin, telling me these b*tches mad, what's new?" With Augusta's rise to fame, there will definitely be people out to get her and drag her down. So really, what's new? Keep them coming, she would say as she is confident that she will always triumph over her haters anyway.

Pop Star by Coco & Clair Clair - "Doin' my own thing / Mind my business in my Prada" Following her family suddenly inheriting money (thanks and RIP auntie) and her rise to Belvoire stardom, Augusta often finds herself feeling like…well, a pop star! Or you know, a main pop girlie. Since learning that being in her position in Belvoire and having the wealth she now has can open much more doors for her, she learned to enjoy the luxury of being carefree in things such as shopping inconsequentially and attending as much parties as possible. She’s young and she knows that she can, so why not do it?

Twenty One by Khalid - "And all of these memories / Crawling underneath your skin" This song in the context of Augusta speaks more of how she looks back on what life was like when she started in Belvoire. I’m currently writing something about her in the future, where she begins to think about everything that led her to where she currently is in life. 21 is the age when she entered Belvoire, met people that would become her friends or her enemies (or frenemies), and even got together with someone who she’s no longer with (as of the moment). She got to live expensively and party like there was no tomorrow. It’s a whirlwind adventure, but like all adventures, the highs are met with the lows. And it’s the lows that Augusta begins to feel when looking back, so she has to look for that middle ground where she can accept both highs and lows of this period in her life. (got this from the Queen B playlist by PB)

Nothing New (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) by Taylor Swift - "Lord, what will become of me / Once I lost my novelty?" While Augusta always walked the red brick roads of Belvoire with enough confidence to last her multiple lifetimes, there definitely are moments when she wondered what it be like if people stopped caring about her now that she has been in Belvoire for over a year. Does she still have that charm to win people over? Will she still have it once she has graduated? What are her plans for the future? She often ruminates on these questions when she is alone in her room, with her thoughts being her only company.

Selene by NIKI - Not so much that the song relates to Augusta’s life in any way, but this is one of the songs she listens to when she needs that boost of confidence! There was also a time when I wrote much of her character background to this song.

you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish - "You should see me in a crown / I’m gonna run this nothing town" Of course, Augusta is the Queen B. She is basically tenacious and unstoppable, especially when going after something she wants. This, along with the title as the queen of Belvoire, she will make sure that nothing can get in her in making a mark in Belvoire and (after graduating) in the world. (also got this from PB’s Queen B playlist)

Bonus! While I don't have any particular movie in mind for Marina, one movie I can compare Augusta to is Do Revenge (2022). The entire feel of the movie is something close to Queen B, and I can definitely see Camila Mendes' Drea in Augusta.

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GAAAH sorry this is an extremely long post, but I hope this answers your question! Again, thank you so much for this! I had fun creating these playlists. Another thanks for spreading positivity in the fandom 💖

#ask answered #playchoices #choices #peonierose 🌹#the nanny affair #queen b #will i actually post the stuff i write idk but this was honestly so fun to answer/make!

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thecreedsgambit · 4 years

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mason: *says anything*

mickey: *says literally anything*

me:

#i will do anything for mason and mickey #choices tna #the nanny affair #tna #choices #choices stories you play #pixelberry #playchoices #sam dalton

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whatwouldmickeydo · 2 years

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✨Joy List ✨

Tagged by the lovely, wondrous, effervescent Rhys @smokey-mickey to do a joy list, the thing that makes my heart swell two times in size

- Making joy lists

- Buying new pretty stamps

- Cold water with lemon slices in my giant green mason jar 💦🍋

- When everyone’s tumblring at the same time and it’s a little buzzy beehive of activity with my favorite people

- My partner nuzzling my face because it’s super soft from actually doing my skin care routine

- Messages from far away friends in the morning

- Writing in my calendar book

- Cresting a hill to find the perfect picnic spot

- When you’re creating art and draw the thing real good

- The Happy Color coloring book app

- Seeing the full moon when you least expect it 🌕

- Flower bouquets 💐

- Anything passionfruit flavored

- New fancy pens 🖊

- Cows 🐮

- Gallacrafts, always and forever

- Eggs Benedict on crunchy sourdough bread

- Making travel plans ✈️

- Discovering new and beautiful smelling flowers 🌸

- Watermelon kombucha

- Parking lot sunsets

- Being around people that make my heart glow with happiness 💗

- Home Goods candle section 🕯

- My partner playing his records in the living room

- Online friends becoming real, actual friends 🥺

- The mustard yellow scarf my mom knitted for me because I told her I like that color

- Adding new quotes to my quote book

- When the sun shines through the trees and you realize life really IS worth it 🌞

Tagging some glorious babes

@howlinchickhowl @unbridgeabledistances @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @gardenerian @iansfreckles @abundanceofnots @greggster @self-absorbed-pretty-boy @catgrassplantdad @vintagelacerosette @mrsinistertype @7x10mickey @matteoamiras @arrowflier @thisdivorce @celestialmickey @messedwithmandy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @sleepyfacetoughguy @energievie @squirrelfund @squidyyy23 @milkovski @milkovichy @rereadanon @sluttymickey @xninetiestrendx @suchagallabitch @tidalrace @breedxblemickey @suzy-queued @lethargicmick @y0itsbri @yeah-all-of-it @gallavictorious @captainjowl @whaticameherefor @mickpause @iansw0rld and literally anyone else who wants to because I have a terrible memory but I love you all and I love joy lists!! 🌸✨🌞

#I love joy lists so much they are the best #joy list

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txemrn · 1 year

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Dishonorably Disrobed

a TNA One-Shot

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Pairings: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler); m!Robin Flores x Sofia Russo; Mason Dalton Sr. x Vivian Dalton (lol)

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: This is a very loose canon origin story based out of Chapter 20 (the finale!); after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen. May contain minor SPOILERS of the finale.

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞; language; crude humor about sex and anatomy; brief mention of otherwise illegal activity

AN: This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N 2: Gosh, I already miss TNA... and I miss writing for TNA! I might need to make that a resolution for 2023. 😋 This idea was born from several conversations with a few of my sweet nanny-loving friends... and our natural reactions to Sam's honeymoon "outfit" (pic of said outfit at the end). As always, the characters and some of the storyline are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This is not pre-read or beta'd, so please forgive my errors!

~🖤~

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position…"

Ensuring that both of his twin sons were prepared for landing, Sam Dalton finds himself staring adoringly at his bride-to-be, who is already helping them buckle their seat belts.

"Is this going to be scary, Brynn?" Mason asks, his words drenched with concern.

"You've been on planes before, Mase," the former nanny slinks her fingers into his hand as he grips tightly.

"Yeah, but never this plane," he scrunches his eyebrows. "What if they land differently, or–or crash?"

"Buddy," Sam chimes in, "we're not going to crash. Plus Brynn and I are right here with you–"

"And they won't let anything happen to us," Mickey smiles, taking his brother's other hand.

"You know?" Brynn winks at Sam before turning her attention to her future stepsons. "That's a great idea, Mick; let's all hold hands."

As the young Dalton family hold each other tightly, the airplane begins to subtly quiver as it begins the descent.

"Are we there yet?" Mason whimpers.

"Almost," Brynn squeezes his hand.

With a final thud and a sudden lurch forward, the plane is finally safe on the tarmac, making its way to the proper terminal.

"Did you close your eyes, Mason?" Mickey asks.

"J-just for a second," his brother pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't," Mickey beams, "that's because I'm brave–"

Brynn wraps an arm around Mason. "I had to close my eyes, too," she grins. Turning her attention to Sam, "and I do believe your father closed his eyes for a minute."

"What?" The twins shout in unison, Brynn covering her amusement.

"I did not," Sam ruffles the boys' curly hair. "I was just… napping."

The boys bust out with joyous laughter as their father jokingly shifts his eyes, feigning embarrassment.

"But you know what, Mickey?" Brynn announces as everyone's snickers calm down. "You're right. You are brave, but," she pauses for a moment, draping an arm around Mason's shoulders, "so is this guy right here!"

"That's right!" Sam holds up his hand for a high-five from Mason. "You did it, buddy!"

Mickey twists his face before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He playfully puts his brother in a headlock before continuing. "Good job, little bro!" He titters.

Suddenly the aircraft pulls to a gentle stop while a loud chime plays over the loudspeaker followed by the captain's voice.

"¡Bienvenidos, Puerto Vallarta, México!"

Sam smiles in excitement as he looks to his fiancée, then to his kids. "Who's ready for some fun?"

"Me!" The boys squeal together.

"Dalton family of four," Sam pulls out his phone, huddling everyone together for a selfie. "On the count of three, say, 'Wedding'! One… two… three!"

"WEDDING!"

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Sam, Brynn and the twins are shuttled to the hotel where they are met outside by Robin.

"Hey there, best man," Brynn giggles, planting a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. "Have you and Sof already been sightseeing?"

Robin combs his fingers through his hair, offering a sympathetic grin. "Eh, not exactly."

Tipping the driver and waving him on, Sam turns his attention to his brother. "Something wrong?"

"Well," Robin collects a few pieces of luggage, corralling the family to head towards their rooms. "Yes and no–"

Sam and Brynn stop, giving each other nervous expressions.

"--but everything is fixable," he assures with a hopeful grin. "We just need to decide fast on what we are going to do."

"Oh, there you are!" Sofia walks up as she's ending a phone call, grazing her slender fingers against Robin's chest. "Good news. There are a few places down in the city that can expedite alterations for Saturday."

"Alterations?" Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Saturday? As in, for the wedding?" Brynn questions.

"Oh," Sofia clenches her teeth as she glances at Robin, "you haven't told them?"

"If you'd give me a chance, dear," he glares at the blonde before turning back to the engaged couple. "They lost Dad's bag."

"Oh no," Sam exclaims. "I guess he doesn't have his clothes then. Has he talked with the airlines?"

"He's practically been on the phone with them since we arrived last night," Sofia nods.

"But Sam," Robin sighs, "this wasn't a bag of Dad's clothes. It was the bag with all of the wedding day accessories for the guys."

"Accessories?"

Robin nods. "Remember? The vests, ties, suspenders, shoes–"

“What?” Brynn snaps. "Why did you pack them together?" Brynn tries to show restraint in her irritation.

"It sounded like a good idea at the time," Sam whispers, shrugging. "We figured... we would be less likely to lose something if everything just stayed together."

"Well, now you've lost everything!" Brynn bites back.

Okay, Brynn, that's a little melodramatic, don't you think? Take a breath.

She clears her throat, fixing a fake smile to her lips. "Please," she sighs, "just make this right."

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Thursday and Friday came with no avail. Brynn was fairly upset about the situation, but Sam, Robin and Sofia made haste in finding replacements for everything while Jenny tried distracting her with various tourist outings.

Unfortunately, nothing matched the aesthetic; the originals were custom designed for this specific wedding. But, Brynn vowed a long time ago that she would never turn into a "bridezilla," and truthfully, she was grateful for everyone pitching in to make something work for her special day.

Luckily, Robin was able to work his magic charm, and around 2:30 on Saturday morning, he received a call that the luggage was found, and could be picked up from a claims center at a smaller airport just outside the city limits.

Several hours later, he was walking through the front doors of the resort with his father's luggage in tow. He was hoping to drop it off at the older Dalton's room before returning to his own for a small nap before the wedding.

As he waits for an elevator, he hears a familiar, husky voice.

"Son?"

Robin glances over to see his parents getting off a lift, hand-in-hand. Stepping towards them, he offers a tired, crooked smile before kissing his mother's cheek. "Hey, Pops, hey, Moma."

"Robbie," Vivian starts, "what are you doing up so--?"

Mason Sr. gasps. "Is that my missing luggage?" Robin brings it forward, showcasing it like a trophy. "Samuel and his nanny will be so excited to see that."

"Here, sweetie," Vivian grabs the bag, "we'll take this up to our room and have it all steamed, okay?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. I've got it." Vivian cups Robin's face, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she lowers her voice. "Now go get some sleep."

Robin appreciatively nods his head as he catches an elevator going up to his floor. He slinks into his room, completely exhausted from his all-night endeavor.

He shrugs off his clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his phone. He sends off a quick text to Sam.

Happy Wedding day... again. Left you a surprise in Mom & Dad's room for tonight.

Sending off the message, two lean arms suddenly slither around his shoulders, pawing at the hardened physique of his chest.

"About time, Mr. Flores," she purrs into his ear. "Did you get the bag?"

"Mhmm," he hums.

She sighs with content. “I'm so proud of you,” she breathes against his skin.

The corner of Robin's mouth curls as he tenderly grabs her dainty hands, pressing them to his heart. "Sof," he exhales. He lays his head onto her arm, inhaling deeply her sweet scent before peppering her arm with delicate kisses.

"C’mon," she giggles, "come to bed, baby.”

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Several hours later, Sam hurries down to Robin's room to thank him for the strings he pulled to fix the wedding disaster. But, he was met with Sofia instead.

"He's still asleep, but I will make sure he's awake within the hour."

Sam nods, "Thanks, Sofia." He begins to turn on his heel, but stops himself, facing back for his ex-fiancée. "And thank you. For everything you've done to make today special."

Sofia raises her perfectly plucked eye before fixing a cheshire grin to her face. "Don't go soft on me now… Boo Bear," she sardonically chuckles, crossing her arms as she walks back into her room.

Sam snickers under his breath, shaking his head.

"Oh!" She stops the door from closing behind her. "Robin got you a special present for–" she clears her throat, "--tonight. It was something in that bag. I just thought I'd remind you to grab it. No telling what it is with his buffoonery."

"Oh, yeah," Sam nods, "he mentioned it in his text. I'll grab it." He begins to head down the corridor. "See you in a bit."

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With his parents away, getting pampered with massages before the ceremony, Sam was given badge access to their room.

He slides open their closet door, and relief fills his heart. Hanging up and perfectly pressed are his and Robin's vests, their ties along with the boys' suits and accessories. He also found his shoes, perfectly polished.

Overjoyed, he shoots Jenny a text message to let Brynn know that everything is perfect.

He begins to collect all of the items when he remembers Robin's gift.

Where is it? Would it be wrapped?

Sam glances cautiously around the room. He checks the closet again, discovering only one thing left inside, hanging up towards the back.

Did he get me something to wear?

The satin garment is pearlesque white with a very nuptial vibe. Sam pulls it off the rack and instantly feels the intricate detailing of embroidery on the lapels.

It's a robe.

But for me?

He takes off his shirt, and slips it on, instantly charmed with the soft-feel against his skin.

This is nice–like, really nice.

He steps in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in the sight. It was shorter than a typical men's housecoat, hitting him on his upper thigh with three-quarter length, kimono-style sleeves with more filigree stitching. He cinches the robe together, giving himself a good look-over. Chuckling to himself, he starts dancing, swaying his hips back and forth before finger-gunning his reflection.

He notices the garment has pockets, one of which seems to have a matching pair of boxers hidden inside. He holds them up, curiously flipping them back and forth.

These look awfully small. Where does… everything even go?

Removing the robe all together, Sam is very much touched by the sentiments and appreciates his stylish brother wanting to make his wedding night more special.

He pulls out his phone and texts Robin.

Tonight is going to be even more special. Thanks.

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The wedding went off without a hitch. It was beautiful, elegant and romantic, like something out of a fairy tale. The bride was exquisite, and the groom was completely enamored, unable to take his eyes off of his beloved.

Early the next morning, Robin and Sofia walk hand-in-hand down the main hallway when suddenly, Sam's door opens.

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, adjusting his embroidered satin robe upon seeing them. "Hey, you two." He places his arm on the doorframe, leaning against it casually with a smirk.

Sofia presses her lips together, stifling her laughter as Robin's face contorts with pain.

Suddenly feeling insecure, Sam lowers his arm, pulling the lapels closer together to cover his chest. He clears his throat, "Everything… okay?"

"Sam," Robin leans in, lowering his voice. "The fuck are you wearing, bro?"

“Wh–what do you mean?” Sam's large chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his brother and his ex-fiancée. "The robe?… am I not wearing it right?"

"Uh, you could say that. You shouldn't be wearing it at all." Robin covers his mouth as he stares at Sam's appearance. "And she still fucked you? Wearing this?"

"Stop it, Robin," Sofia slaps his shoulder, turning her attention back to Sam. "Men wearing women's lingerie is a very common kink," she winks.

"Oh, but this?" Sam looks down at the robe. "This isn't women's lingerie–"

"Oh, Sam," she condescendingly snickers, "yes, it very much is. I actually have it in red. And those?" She briefly glances down at his tight underwear. "Definitely women's boyshorts." She leans in closely, lowering her voice. "By the way, your meat and two veg are hanging out."

Horrified, Sam instantly pulls the material right around his hips, covering the front of his pelvis. "Robin!" He huffs. "Why did you even get this for me?"

"Me?" Robin blows a raspberry with his lips. "I actually have taste outside of my mouth, Sammy. I would never buy that for myself... or any other man, for that matter."

"You said you got me a surprise for my wedding night!"

Robin nods. "Right?"

"I even texted you about it, thanking you–"

Robin scoffs. "You were thanking me, your brother, for women's lingerie for you to wear… on your wedding night?"

"Well…"

"What part about that seems normal, Sam?" Robin interrupts.

"Jesus, I have not had enough coffee for this," Sofia mumbles.

"So then… what was my gift?"

"Dude," Robin crosses his arms, "we're in fucking Mexico. I got you some fun shit: 150-proof tequila, some psychedelics, and–" he slaps his brother on the back, "El Rápido pills."

"El Rápido pills?"

"Yeah, you know," Robin rolls his eyes. "They give you the most powerful erection ever known to man--I swear your dick grows, like, two inches. You could probably give a black eye with that thing alone." He winks, clicking his tongue. "But the orgasms... Shit, you could literally shoot a rocket to the moon–"

"It is pretty amazing," Sofia chimes in nonchalantly, picking at her nails.

"Well," Sam looks at the floor in confusion, "if I'm wearing a woman's robe and panties, I wonder if anyone opened your actual gift–"

"Boys!"

All of their heads abruptly turn to see Vivian Dalton slowly making her way down the long hallway. She waddles carefully, stutter-stepping and occasionally having to stop with a brief wince of discomfort flashing across her face.

"Mom?" Sam calls out.

"Are you okay?" Robin steps forward, taking her by the arm to steady her gait.

"I'm fine," she wiggles in uncertainty. "Your father however…um, well," she sighs, her voice falling quiet, "we need to go to the ER."

"What?" Sam exclaims.

"Why?" Sofia's eyes grow wide.

"I think your father… took something."

"Took something… like what?" Robin inquires.

Vivian takes a deep breath, looking her children in their eyes. "Now, you boys are grown adults… and you should know that your father and I still love each other very, very much. And we like to express that love physically –"

"Stop," Sofia cringes. "Why is all of this happening before coffee?"

Robin and Sam look at each other puzzled.

And then it hits them.

"Shit…"

"El Rápido pills…"

"Your father, well, he's had… quite the appetite." She shifts her weight, her face flinching from an unseen ache.

"And now, his, um, appetite doesn't seem to want to… go away," she nervously chuckles.

"Goddamnit, Robin…" Sam mutters, glaring at his brother. "I swear–"

"Um, Samuel dear?" Vivian interrupts the banter. "Why are you wearing my robe? And are those… my unmentionables?"

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