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sarakuper · 5 years

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Mt. Hood & Portland, Oregon

Stops #10 & #11, Aug 9-13

For the fourth morning in a row we packed up and hit the road. We’ve been on the go go go ever since I got back from NY and we have been looking forward to settling into a spot and having some downtime.

I’ve noticed our travel days can be rough and Sean and I often get hangry (anger caused by hunger). I also learned that I really dislike shopping at Walmart, but damn it’s so cheap. Either way, we decided after this stop that we will no longer food shop there. With their low prices and ample space for parking a trailer we will see if we actually stick to that.

While en route to Mt. hood we also had to stop at an auto parts store because Sean wants to fix something that’s leaking in the truck. After several stops along the road we finally hit the last hour of our drive and a storm rolled in. We saw Mt. Hood in the distance hiding behind dark clouds. All of the sudden the sky is raging with lighting and thunder. It too another 10 minutes before the rain reached us, but when it did it hit hard. The lightning was far in the distance, but we had a clear view of it. And damn, there were some epic lighting strikes. Jaxon was hiding in the back seat as best as he could, squeezing himself behind the bottom of his dad’s seat as much as possible. He’s such a daddy’s boy 😝

When we arrived at our camp spot we nestled ourselves in between the trees and scoped out the rest of the grounds. This camping spot is beautiful, but sadly there are signs warning of closures because too many people leave trash behind and don’t dispose of their waste properly. You have to bury your poops 6 inches deep, at least! And always pack out your trash. It’s a shame that people don’t follow these protocols. Anyway, I made quesadillas on the first night and they actually came out so yummy! One of the things we bought was a rotisserie chicken and we spent 5 minutes shredding it to keep in a container so we could add it to any meal. Why didn’t we think of this earlier? It’s so convenient and also so tasty!

The next morning Alexis and Dou (Mamadou) arrived to camp with us for the next three nights. I spent the morning cleaning the camper and Sean worked on the car. We are so excited to have company to be able to socialize with people other than each other. Unfortunately, just before they came, water fell off the awning of our trailer and right into my lap as I was working on my laptop. I put rice on the keyboard and as per google’s suggestion, leave it off for 48 hours. For this reason I’m super happy we have internet at this campsite... Once Alexis and Dou arrived I taught them how to play kaluche while Sean worked on the truck. Man, I forgot how slow this game moves when you play with people just learning. It reminded me how much I sometimes hate this game 😂.

Later in the evening we hiked over to Trillium Lake, about 1 mile from our campsite, to fish and relax on the water. Dou had never fished before and was so pumped to, even though him and Sean got no bites. I guess the Kuper curse follows me around! Everyone else around us was catching fish left and right...

The night ended with lots of food, snacks, and kaluche until we all fell asleep. We planned to spend the next day in Portland, and that’s exactly what we did.

Portland is such a cool city! We were all impressed and fantasized about moving there. It was way more diverse than I expected and while I could tell it’s similar to Denver in that it’s changed a lot in the last 5 years while several more people were moving there, it was also clear that it’s managed to keep its originality. After a very fattening brunch we headed to the weekend market where we shopped, people watched, and ate some more. I accidentally left my camera in the trailer back at our campsite, so I was only able to capture some moments with my phone.

At the market I got a henna tattoo from an awesome lady named Aisha. I chose an elephant because I cant get those majestic creatures off my mind ever since Africa!

We watched some live music, drank smoothies, and even ate ice cream stuffed donuts. Alexis kept saying how full she was but would then eat more. Preggo life.

Coincidentally my cousin Jesse from NY was also in Portland with his wife Kristen and kid Owen! We met up with them in the late afternoon to catch up.

That night Alexis and Dou made us some quesadillas as we hung out and just laughed a lot.

The next morning we did not wake up early like we said we would for a hike. Instead of setting an alarm like we planned we woke up whenever our bodies felt like getting up and slowly made our way to the trailhead. Tom Dick and Harry Mountain trail was 9 miles out and back with 1,700 feet elevation gain, and the views were beautiful!

If you haven’t noticed yet, Alexis and Dou are expecting a baby in Jan and so I encouraged us to feel her belly in pictures. Sean opted out 😅

When we got back to our site it had finally been over 48 hours since I started letting my MacBook dry out, and so I tried turning it in. Big mistake. I learned later that only fried more parts inside. That time it turned on, but the display was busted. After that it did not turn on again. I’m not going to lie, I’ve been super bummed about this ever since it happened. I feel like my computer is my outlet for so many things. It holds about 20,000 photos currently, at least half of those are from my childhood. It’s my way to download my photos in the highest quality now that I finally bought a DSLR camera, and using tumblr has been like writing a journal- reflecting on everything and showing everyone makes me feel good. And now I don’t have my laptop to do that with. It’s not the same from my phone for so many reasons. So yeah, I’ve been pretty moody. At this point I made the plan to bring my computer into a tech company that could fix it in Portland. We planned to drive through Portland to head to the coast anyway, but instead of heading north along the coast into Washington, we will now have to go back to Portland to pick my laptop back up, and hopefully fixed.

Anyway, it was so great to have Alexis and Dou with us, the four of us got along great... but also Sean and Dou have the cutest bromance. Anyway, they loved the camper trailer living and are thinking about getting one for their little fam. I can’t wait until that baby comes too!! They will have such beautiful mixed babies, me and Sam (our other bestie) have been waiting for this to happen for a while! Also I cannot get over Alexis pregnant. She is so small and yet so large. I even took a selfie with her belly 😍

Thanks for reading, love you all.

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mell-bell · 6 years

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 4

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

AO3

Words: 2973

Series Summary: There are no guidelines for being handed your future child. Especially one who’s being hunted through time by an evil organization. Lucy and Flynn, who haven’t even admitted their feelings for each other, are in for one hell of a surprise. Battling Rittenhouse in the past had been their only mission for so long, but now they have to face their future, and even worse, their feelings. Being faced with your future child kind of puts things into perspective.

Chapter: 4/20

Author’s notes: So first things first I’m beyond pissed off that NBC canceled Timeless AGAIN. I don’t really have words right now but I will be ranting on my tumblr (mell-bell) for the next few months so feel free to read my rants. Now back to my story. So like I don’t WANT to make Wyatt the bad guy. I did ship lyatt the first season so I have a soft spot for him, but him and Lucy I cant see anymore so even though he's gonna be a little bitchy he's not gonna stay that way or be the big bad of my story just FYI. Also, you guys are literally the best all your comments make me so happy I cry every time I see one so I love you guys. Hope you enjoy!!!!

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Loud whispering woke Garcia up.

With a quiet groan, he tried to slip back into his dream and went to roll over on his bed, when he realized he wasn’t in his room and that there was a heavy weight resting against his chest. Blinking his eyes open he caught sight of the living area. He was sprawled out across the couch, his long legs sticking off the end. And Lucy. Lucy was lying on top of him.

Sometime during the night, they had slid down to lie on the couch, their bodies aligned perfectly.

There was a time when he thought he wouldn’t have this anymore.

But even as happy as he was he couldn’t stop the voices in the back of his head reminding him that they were in the middle of a war and he could lose her. He could lose their future.

But he wanted it. So bad.

If he could wake up every day like this then he thought the future would be okay. Her body fit so perfectly against his. Her head tucked under his chin, her hands grasped onto his shirt. His arm was draped over her back resting under her shirt. There was nothing sexual about it, but the blush that spread across his face made someone laugh.

Rufus was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Grace in front of him placing a makeshift hat on his head. The man in question threw a wink at him before focusing back on his daughter.

“As President of Pluto, I will require everyone to wear cowboy hats.” Grace demanded.

“Pluto?”

Nodding enthusiastically, Grace put the finishing touches on Rufus’ hat, “Momma and Daddy fight over whether it’s a planet or not. So I decided to be President and make it a planet. Don’t tell daddy.”

Garcia snorted and Grace looked over toward the sound, smiling widely when she saw her father awake.

“Daddy!”

“Aren’t you a little young to be President, draga? Wouldn’t your mom and I be a better age?”

Grace pouted shaking her head viciously, “No, I think you’re too old Daddy. You’re almost as old as Rufus.”

Rufus gasped, “Too old? How old do you think he is? How old do you think I am?!”

Grace looked like she was thinking hard before exclaiming, “20!”

Rufus burst out into laughter, leaning over and tickling Grace, “Oh that’s old?”

“Yeah! Ancient! You’re almost as old as my pop-pop. Luke is old too! But not that old.”

Grace’s laughter grew louder and Lucy shifted in Garcia’s arms. She turned trying to burrow herself into his chest, the noises coming from her mouth sounding as if she was talking to herself. He brushed a hand over her head and she settled down as he watched Rufus continue talking to Grace.

“And how old is Luke?”

“Seven! He’s in second grade. He’s learning the loopy handwriting. I want to learn too. But momma tells me in a few years. But he likes the same nerdy things I do like Star Wars!”

Rufus snorted, “Luke, I am your father.”

Grace’s brows furrowed, “Well you are.”

There was a beat of silence as both Rufus and Garcia looked at each other in alarm.

Rufus began to stutter, “I’m- wait, what? I have- what?!”

“You’re Luke’s Daddy.” Grace said as a matter of fact as if she was baffled why they were confused.

“Daddy?! Jiya!”

Lucy shot up at the loud yells, accidentally elbowing Garcia in the stomach. She flushed as she looked at how close they were and went to slip out of his hold almost propelling herself off the couch, Garcia grabbing her before she could tumble onto the ground.

Grace’s eyes were wide, “Sorry Momma, Uncle Rufus was being loud.”

Rufus was running in circles, yelling loudly to himself, as everyone made their way into the common area confused at the scene before them.

Lucy and Garcia were able to quickly untangle their bodies, their faces still flushed. Thankfully no one was focusing on them, except Wyatt.

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Garcia ended up cooking breakfast once again. According to the official bunker cooking schedule, it was technically Rufus’ turn, but he had begged the man to cook instead, citing his delicious pancakes from the previous morning and claiming he had to interrogate his daughter. Before Garcia had joined the team, the food in the bunker had been non-existent. After the first few days of moving in, Denise had realized that everybody was living off of ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Because of that, the bunker cooking schedule was born.

So, after a little pouting from his daughter, Rufus, and Lucy, Garcia found himself once again standing in front of the stove. This time donning an apron Lucy had tied around him to “protect his turtlenecks”.

Left to his own devices, Garcia flipped pancakes, keeping an eye on Grace, who was sitting with Rufus and Jiya in the living room. The man was begging Grace to give him more information about his son, but Grace seemed less than interested as she focused on the picture she was drawing. Jiya just sat there with a star-struck expression on her face.

The little spoiler she had dropped that morning had Rufus and Jiya running wild. He smirked. Now, they knew how he and Lucy felt. Though it was different. At least Rufus and Jiya were already a couple. When he and Lucy were...he wasn’t even sure. Things had been different since Grace had arrived. But things had begun changing before that too. They had been growing closer. But it was different now somehow. Every brush of her hand, every smile, every laugh almost brought him to his knees. It was kind of insane how quickly things had changed. One second he had just barely been living and now he was watching his future live in front of him.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice when someone entered the kitchen until he could feel the tension coming from the man.

Wyatt.

Garcia knew this confrontation had been coming.

Seeing the woman you had feelings for having a future with somebody else couldn’t be easy. He could understand that part. But the way that Wyatt had tried to stake his claim to Lucy, especially when his wife had been around, rubbed him the wrong way.

Clearing his throat, Garcia turned toward Wyatt, motioning to the pancakes in front of him, “Lucy mentioned you like the chocolate chip ones?”

Wyatt remained silent, his arms crossed in front of him, and Garcia’s head tilted in question at his silence.

“I don’t trust you.”

“That’s a mean thing to say about some pancakes.”

Wyatt’s eyes flashed, his body tensing, “I’ve never trusted you. Somehow you’ve managed to worm your way into our mission. Into our family. And now with the girl....you’re turning Lucy away from us...”

Garcia sighed, putting the spatula down, “Listen, I am painfully aware that I am no one’s favorite person. But if you say anything bad about my daughter or my- Lucy, then we are going to have a problem.”

“You don’t deserve her.”

Garcia’s gut clenched as those words struck something deep inside him, “No, I don’t. But I think that’s up to her.”

Wyatt shook his head and began to pace, his body seemingly wired with energy, “She isn’t thinking straight. She doesn’t know everything about you. And you know nothing about her.”

“I know more than you know. Her work. Her life. Her family.”

Wyatt took an aggressive step forward, “Yeah, from reading her private journal.”

Garcia held up his hands placatingly, “Not everything from the journal. I’ve been to her lectures. Heard her speak. We’ve talked. I may not know her as well as I wish, but I do know her.”

“Just stay away from her. When the girl leaves I don’t want you near her.”

“Wyatt.” A voice snapped from the doorway. Both men swung around finding Lucy standing there, her eyes dark as she glared at Wyatt.

Wyatt had the decency to look ashamed for a second, but not a second later he threw another glare at Garcia when Lucy stepped up to stand next to him.

Lucy reached out, her hand brushing against Garcia’s arm. Their eyes met and she nodded toward the other room, toward Grace. He nodded and made his way out of the room, their eyes locked, that moment conveying so much more than just one look.

Once she saw Garcia reach Grace, the little girl’s face lighting up as she jumped into her father’s arms, Lucy turned to face Wyatt.

Without wasting a second, he took a step forward, “You can’t trust him. Lucy, he’s tried to kill us. Multiple times.”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, “Wyatt. He’s proven himself more times than not. People change. I think it’s clear that you have too.”

Wyatt flinched back.

“You can’t trust him.”

“But I do. And he’s not going anywhere. You once said you trusted me. So trust me now. I trusted you on everything. Jessica. Everything. Now trust me on Garcia.”

He scoffed, “Garcia.”

“Yes. That is his name.” Her voice cold as her eyes roamed his face.

His eyes flashed in anger, “You said nothing happened between you two.”

Lucy threw her hands up in exasperation, “Nothing did. But even if it had, its none of your business. You lost the right to have any say in my life when you chose Jessica.”

“I thought that now that Jessica is....”

“What? Gone? Evil? Almost killed Rufus and the rest of us? You figured I would what? Fall into your arms? Wyatt, you chose her. She was ....no, she is your wife. And you made the decision to try and make it work with her. And I agreed. You have no right to expect that I was just gonna wait around, that I would just be there as a replacement for her. I’ve moved on. And you should too.”

“But Flynn really? I can’t believe you have a kid with him.”

Lucy stepped forward, her eyes flashing as her arm shot out, “Keep Grace out of this. That’s a low blow Wyatt.”

Wyatt stepped up, reaching out a hand toward her, “I’m trying to stop you from getting hurt.”

Lucy pulled away from his reach, “Wyatt don’t you understand? You’re the one who hurt me. What I do has nothing to do with you. We aren’t anything anymore. I don’t think we ever really were.”

“Lucy, I still care about you.” He pleaded.

Lucy sighed, “And I care about you too. But Garcia is my future. Grace is my future.”

“But the future can change.” He argued.

“No. This is how it’s going to be. I think I’ve known for a while. Nothing you say will change anything. So either get used to it or get out.”

“Lucy....”

“Momma?”

Wyatt slipped out of the room as Lucy went to grab Grace.

“Momma, what’s wrong with Uncle Wyatt?”

Grace looked worried, her gaze focused on Wyatt’s retreating form until he disappeared. Before she could reply, the sound of a slamming door echoed down the hall.

Lucy ran her hand over Grace’s head, “He’s fine, sweetheart. Just stressed.”

“Like when you got hurt?”

Lucy swallowed, “Um, yeah.”

Grace nodded solemnly.

“Lucy.”

Lucy turned, her eyes meeting Denise’s own worried ones.

“What’s wrong?”

Denise looked down at Grace, who was resting attentively in her mother's arms. The little girl looked between the women, “I’m an adult, momma. I can listen.”

A quiet cough sounded from the doorway, and Lucy turned catching sight of Garcia. However, the man wouldn’t meet her eyes, instead focusing solely on their daughter. Lucy took a step closer, but Garcia still wouldn’t raise his gaze to hers.

“Lucy.” Denise said.

Garcia grabbed Grace from her arms, turning and starting down the hall before she could even get a word in.

Lucy took a step forward as if she was going to chase after him, but Denise grabbed onto her arm.

“Lucy. We have a problem.”

Lucy turned around, shaking her head to get Garcia out of her head, “What?”

“Jiya told me that Rittenhouse tracked the lifeboat from the future landing here. I wouldn’t be surprised if they made a move against us. Jessica knows where we are. We have to consider moving somewhere else. Another bunker perhaps. With Emma in charge, we are vulnerable.”

“She’s not going to play by the same rules that my mother did. Emma has tried to kill me almost every single time I’ve seen her. If my mother hadn’t stopped her I....what are we going to do?”

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After going over every possible option with Denise, Lucy went searching for Grace. She found her sitting in Connor’s lap pouting as the record player sang. Quickly saving her daughter from Connor who was trying to get her interested in his taste in music, she tried to put her down for a nap. But she complained. She knew something was wrong. The tension in the bunker was still palpable from the morning. Wyatt hadn’t made a reappearance. And Garcia had also been absent for the past few hours.

Even Lucy hadn’t been able to find him. After talking to Denise, her mind had been racing. Uprooting all of their lives here would be unnerving but if there was even a slight chance Jessica would bring Rittenhouse here, they needed to leave.

But that could wait. Lucy needed to find Garcia. Passing by the spare workshop room, she caught sight of Connor who motioned toward the common room.

With a thankful smile, Lucy started toward the room but paused before fully walking in. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to say to him. What she could say to him. But her body seemed to move on its own, knowing that he needed her. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t need him too. Taking a deep breath she rounded the corner, immediately catching sight of him.

Garcia sat on the couch. His body still. Staring blankly at the wall. As she made her way closer, his body tensed as he heard her almost silent footsteps against the floor.

She sat down next to him.

For a moment, neither said a word.

Lucy took a deep breath unsure where to start, “You said something when you were....talking to Wyatt.”

He sat there in silence, but she could tell he was listening, his fingers twitching as she inched closer to him, “About my lectures.”

He nodded, throwing her a fleeting look before turning his gaze back to the wall. After another beat of silence, he began to speak.

“When you-um...first gave me the journal I looked you up. Lucy Preston. Professor at Stanford. 4.5 rating. I sat in on one of your lectures. Listened to you ranting to an ignorant student. You looked different than the woman who gave me the journal. Younger. You said something. I think it was then that I believed you. Knew you were telling me the truth. You quoted something about how historians must be impartial, free of passion, unbiased by interest. But you were the complete opposite. You were passionate and interested and far from impartial. In your writing, I could tell who you were. But after that, I tried to force you from my mind. Tried to ignored your journal and just focus on the Rittenhouse portion. But you became more and more real to me. But I just tried to push you away and I deviated so far from what you wanted me to do. Wyatt was right, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this future.”

Lucy looked at him silently for a moment before reaching out and whacking him lightly on the chest.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For being idiotic. We need you. I need you.”

“You don’t need my information anymore. The team would be fine without me.”

“Garcia. That’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

“So where does this leave us?”

“Confused. But together.”

Garcia nodded and wrapped his arm around Lucy pulling her to rest against him.

The couple was content to just to remain in each other’s arms. That feeling of another’s body wrapped around yours, silently offering comfort. It was something they both needed. Something they both craved. Something neither had experienced in a long time.

“Is that my sweater?”

Lucy nodded, before yawning, “Yeah, it makes me feel safe.”

After a beat of silence and a slight quirk of Garcia’s mouth, Lucy realized what she had said. Stumbling over her worse she frantically spat out, “Nope, I didn’t say that.”

He giggled. Properly giggled and Lucy smiled turning to face him. His face was much closer than she thought and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes roamed his face. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t always been a little bit attracted to him. The dark hair. The green eyes. The smirk.

Lucy reached out, her fingertips brushing his jaw, the feeling of stubble tickling her fingers. She watched as his shoulders seemed to relax under her touch, the tenseness fading from his body. She continued brushing her fingers across his cheek, his own leaning unconsciously closer to her. Lucy could feel his breath caressing her face. If she moved just an inch their lips would just brush. She watched as his eyes darted to her lips and she leaned in closer. And he didn’t fight it. He simply let it happen, watching her with stormy eyes.

Out of nowhere, an alarm sounded, startling the couple off the couch.

“That isn’t the alarm for the mothership.” Garcia whispered in horror.

Lucy’s heart pounded. Someone had broken in.

“Grace.”

Just as they started toward their room, a loud scream shattered the bunker.

“Momma!”

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Author’s notes: Anyways sorry I don't know why this took so long because I had it written for weeks but for some reason it just didn't feel right and I had some issues with this chapter (when don't I have issues with a chapter) but I hope you guys liked it! I really love you all and I'm so glad you enjoy my story. Thank you for all your comments they make my day <3

Next up: Sorry cliffy....anyways next up Rittenhouse is at it again and Emma causes A LOT of issues for our favorite group of travelers

Part 5

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what-is-sibling-test · 6 years

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nothing takes the past away (like the future) - Part 4

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

AO3

Words: 2973

Chapter: 4/20

Author’s notes: So first things first I’m beyond pissed off that NBC canceled Timeless AGAIN. I don’t really have words right now but I will be ranting on my tumblr (mell-bell) for the next few months so feel free to read my rants. Now back to my story. So like I don’t WANT to make Wyatt the bad guy. I did ship lyatt the first season so I have a soft spot for him, but him and Lucy I cant see anymore so even though he’s gonna be a little bitchy he’s not gonna stay that way or be the big bad of my story just FYI. Also, you guys are literally the best all your comments make me so happy I cry every time I see one so I love you guys. Hope you enjoy!!!!

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Loud whispering woke Garcia up.

Sometime during the night, they had slid down to lie on the couch, their bodies aligned perfectly.

There was a time when he thought he wouldn’t have this anymore.

But even as happy as he was he couldn’t stop the voices in the back of his head reminding him that they were in the middle of a war and he could lose her. He could lose their future.

But he wanted it. So bad.

Rufus was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Grace in front of him placing a makeshift hat on his head. The man in question threw a wink at him before focusing back on his daughter.

“As President of Pluto, I will require everyone to wear cowboy hats.” Grace demanded.

“Pluto?”

Garcia snorted and Grace looked over toward the sound, smiling widely when she saw her father awake.

“Daddy!”

“Aren’t you a little young to be President, draga? Wouldn’t your mom and I be a better age?”

Grace pouted shaking her head viciously, “No, I think you’re too old Daddy. You’re almost as old as Rufus.”

Rufus gasped, “Too old? How old do you think he is? How old do you think I am?!”

Grace looked like she was thinking hard before exclaiming, “20!”

Rufus burst out into laughter, leaning over and tickling Grace, “Oh that’s old?”

“Yeah! Ancient! You’re almost as old as my pop-pop. Luke is old too! But not that old.”

“And how old is Luke?”

“Seven! He’s in second grade. He’s learning the loopy handwriting. I want to learn too. But momma tells me in a few years. But he likes the same nerdy things I do like Star Wars!”

Rufus snorted, “Luke, I am your father.”

Grace’s brows furrowed, “Well you are.”

There was a beat of silence as both Rufus and Garcia looked at each other in alarm.

Rufus began to stutter, “I’m- wait, what? I have- what?!”

“You’re Luke’s Daddy.” Grace said as a matter of fact as if she was baffled why they were confused.

“Daddy?! Jiya!”

Grace’s eyes were wide, “Sorry Momma, Uncle Rufus was being loud.”

Rufus was running in circles, yelling loudly to himself, as everyone made their way into the common area confused at the scene before them.

Lucy and Garcia were able to quickly untangle their bodies, their faces still flushed. Thankfully no one was focusing on them, except Wyatt.

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The little spoiler she had dropped that morning had Rufus and Jiya running wild. He smirked. Now, they knew how he and Lucy felt. Though it was different. At least Rufus and Jiya were already a couple. When he and Lucy were…he wasn’t even sure. Things had been different since Grace had arrived. But things had begun changing before that too. They had been growing closer. But it was different now somehow. Every brush of her hand, every smile, every laugh almost brought him to his knees. It was kind of insane how quickly things had changed. One second he had just barely been living and now he was watching his future live in front of him.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice when someone entered the kitchen until he could feel the tension coming from the man.

Wyatt.

Garcia knew this confrontation had been coming.

Clearing his throat, Garcia turned toward Wyatt, motioning to the pancakes in front of him, “Lucy mentioned you like the chocolate chip ones?”

Wyatt remained silent, his arms crossed in front of him, and Garcia’s head tilted in question at his silence.

“I don’t trust you.”

“That’s a mean thing to say about some pancakes.”

Wyatt’s eyes flashed, his body tensing, “I’ve never trusted you. Somehow you’ve managed to worm your way into our mission. Into our family. And now with the girl….you’re turning Lucy away from us…”