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Isle of Misfits Chapter 11: The Final Cut

Fandom: Mostly TRR but a bit of others sprinkled in, as well as some OC's from the first few chapters.

Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 2024, hosted by @choicesprompts

Word Count: 1,981

Drake turned his head to take in Liam standing in the doorway, but he didn’t release Bertrand’s collar. “Not now, Li. I need answers first!”

“I…that…” Bertrand fumbled with the remote control, rewinding then pausing on a close-up of him with the redhead wrapped in his arms. “Look!”

Drake glared at the TV screen for a moment, and then the frown lines on his face eased. He released Bertrand and took a step back. “Oh, that’s not Liv.” Even from behind, he could tell it wasn’t her. He knew every line and curve of her body. If he had paused it sooner, he would have realized his mistake.

“Wait.” Olivia pointed to the date in the upper corner of the screen. “It couldn’t have been me. That was the night I was at that ribbon-cutting ceremony with Raleigh.”

Raleigh Carrera had gotten his shit together in record time. A thorough cleansing of alcohol from his room and a handful of public appearances had put him back on top of his career. He was off on a world tour with firm dinner plans with Olivia and Drake the next time he was in the country.  

Drake whirled on the elder Beaumont. “Are you cheating on my sister?”

“No…ah…” Bertrand turned ten shades of red as he stammered and stuttered. “She…that is…. I mean…”

“What is it, man? Spit it out already!”

Bertrand wanted to fall through the floor, but he managed to grit out, “The redhead is Savannah! She…. ah…”

Drake looked like he wanted to commit murder. “Did you make my sister dress up like that?”

“What? Heavens no! It was her idea!”

“Her idea?”

“Yes! This time, she wanted to be a redhead. Last month it was blond…she…ah…sometimes she likes to…um…. role play and…. well…”

All the blood drained from Drake’s face. “Shut up! That’s enough! No one needs to hear anything else!”

Olivia’s delighted laughter cut through the air. “I didn’t know little Savs had it in her. Good for her! Get it, girl!”

Drake shook his head. “Liv, no.”

Bertrand’s face had gone purple as he fought the ignominy. Clearing his throat, he changed the subject. “I think we should address Madeleine’s poor judgment.”

Madeleine gaped at him. “My poor judgment? How about asking why there are reporters on a private island? What about that?”

Bertrand gave his lapels a sharp tug as he regained his composure. “Oh, there will be a thorough investigation into that! Which still doesn’t answer the question as to why you would take one of our clients out in public outside of a prearranged appearance when our policy clearly states—”

“Pfft!” Madeleine flicked her fingers at him. “I didn’t read your employee handbook as I am not your employee! I am here at the behest of the king!”

“Yes, well, about that.” Bertrand straightened his shoulders as he turned to face Liam. “I allowed her to come here to help as a courtesy to you, Your Majesty. However, I’m afraid that I must inform you that the countesses’ services are no longer needed.”

“Of course,” Liam inclined his head slightly. “The Leviathan Group is your business. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I simply wanted to help my brother—”

“Which you did, by sending him here, to me. No other client has been allowed to have friends or family visit during their time with us. Please, Liam. Let me do my job.”

The king looked like he wanted to argue for a moment and then his shoulders slumped. “Yes, of course. I am sorry. I should also apologize for agreeing to help Trystan and then not being able to follow through.”

“It is of no consequence.” Bertrand waved him off. “Liv was able to step in. You have an entire country to run. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Seriously?” Madeleine fumed. “You know what? That’s fine. Get someone else to help Mr. never met a responsibility he couldn’t ignore or run away from. I’ll be on the next boat back to the mainland.” She spun on her heel and was gone.

“Thank god!” Leo commanded everyone’s attention as he slapped the newspaper again. “But what are we going to do about this?”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take you under my wing personally,” Bertrand assured him. “And since your wife is here, we’re going to enlist her help.”

Bertrand didn’t say it out loud, but he was fairly certain Katie was the security leak. Reporters had most likely followed her to the island. Though Liam was also a possibility. This was why friends and family weren’t supposed to visit.

Leo rubbed his eyes. “I’m not sure she’s even speaking to me right now.”

“Well, have you tried explaining to her why you were in that bush throwing up outside a Beverly Hills mansion at three a.m. while she was at home with two infants?”

“How the hell was I supposed to know there’d be a reporter there?”

“But why were you there in the first place? With that woman?”

Leo shook his head vehemently from side to side. “That woman just helped me back into the house because I was too drunk to stand on my own!”

“I believe you.” Bertrand clasped a hand on his shoulder. “But you still need to answer why you were there in the first place. For your wife and yourself, honestly. Katie shouldn’t be here, but since she is, I’ve arranged some couples’ counseling for you, and I don’t want to hear any arguments about it.”

Leo opened his mouth, then shut it again. He nodded. Couples’ counseling sounded good. He didn’t want to lose the family he was in the process of building. They meant too much to him.

“Okay, good!” Bertrand squeezed his shoulder tighter, then released it and slapped him on the back. “Why don’t you go talk to her right now?”

Leo nodded again. “Thanks.” He stopped in front of Liam on his way out. “I’m sorry I was such an ass about coming here. You might have saved my marriage, so…thank you for that.”

“I love you, man,” Liam told him as he pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too, little bro.”

After Leo had left the room, Liam shifted from foot to foot awkwardly before blurting out, “So, what’s this about Riley and Max?”

Drake’s jaw clenched. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Li, but I saw them together this morning. Max was coming out of her room this morning. Early this morning!”

Liam stared at him in wide-eyed panic as his mind whirled with ways to mitigate this breach of decorum. He knew he could tell Drake anything, but his eyes flicked to Bertrand and Olivia as he scrambled for a cover story. “Ah… he was there to deliver an update about Leo. I was in an early meeting, so I asked him to deliver it to Lady Riley instead.”

Liam held his breath as he waited to see if they bought the story.

Drake’s eyes narrowed. It had been really early. But if Liam didn’t want everyone in the room to know his business, then Drake would respect that, so he simply replied with, “Okay. That makes sense.”

Liam’s body sagged with relief. He wasn’t ready for the world to know about him and Max or Max and Riley, much less him, Max and Riley as a throuple. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Drake. But next time please come to me with any concerns instead of blurting them out in front of others. It’s how rumors get started and I can ill afford those at the very start of my reign.”

Drake gave him a curt nod. “Of course. Sorry.”

Liam waved dismissively in his direction. “Your heart was in the right place. We’ll talk later.” He turned from Drake to Bertrand. “I’m going to say goodbye to my brother and then I promise not to come back unless you invite me. I should have trusted you from the beginning and stayed out of it.”

“I appreciate the trust you’re placing in me, Your Majesty.”

Drake watched Liam leave, then turned to Olivia. “Are you ready? I thought we could grab some—”

The redhead sauntered closer to her boyfriend and ran a hand down his chest, “I would love to do whatever the end of that sentence is but first….” She glanced back at her business partner. “I need to talk to Bert about something real quick. You go on. I’ll meet you in my room in ten.”

He gave her a salacious grin as he pulled her in for a kiss. She started to melt into him before remembering they weren’t alone. Mostly because Bertrand cleared his throat to remind them. She pushed him away with a teasing grin. “Go on. I’ll be along soon enough.”

When Drake was out of the room, she turned to Bertrand with a steely glare. “Would you like to tell me why the west wing has been closed off since our first night here?”

Bertrand’s body jerked. His eyes widened. “Oh… ah… we just aren’t using—”

“Cut the shit, Bert!” Olivia crossed the room to stand defiantly in front of him. “When I can’t sleep, I walk. I saw the ambulance that night. There were no lights, no sirens but I know what I saw.”

Bertrand let out a long sigh as his shoulders slumped. “It will be a relief to tell someone. One of our guests, an aging actor looking to make a comeback, was… done away with that night.”

Olivia blinked. “You mean murdered?”

Bertrand nodded. He had told Max it was a bad dream…. and it had been. But it had also happened.

“And you swept it under the rug because a murder the first night of your new business venture would be bad publicity?”

He nodded again.

“Any clues who it was?”

“Well, the young lady that found the body disappeared later that night, along with her entourage.” It had been a miracle that no one other than him had heard her scream. Mostly because he had been the only guest in that wing, having insisted on complete privacy.

“Do we know who she was?”

“She was Natalia Karanova, here under the pretense of being the personal assistant to another guest, Krista Rodriguez. But upon further investigation, it turns out she is also the granddaughter of an actress murdered on the set of the 1980 movie The Deepest Cut.”

Olivia tilted her head to one side in contemplation. “Was she even alive in 1980?”

Bertrand shook his head. “No. But her mother was and by all accounts, she was never right again after losing her mother at such a young age. She struggled with lifelong depression and eventually took her own life. She named our esteemed guest in her suicide note.”

Olivia sucked in a breath. “That would be motive.”

“Indeed.”

“So did you tell the police?”

“No.”

“No?”

He shook his head again.

“Why not?”

“Because I read the news article about what happened to that young, aspiring actress. She didn’t deserve what happened to her, but perhaps her murderer did. The evidence was clear, but fame and money made it all just go away.”

“Wow, Bert. I didn’t know you had it in you!” She gave him an approving smile. “Good for you!”

“So, you won’t tell anyone?”

“My lips are sealed.”

******

Three weeks later, Leo discovered in therapy that he had been self-sabotaging his whole life because of deep-seated insecurities stemming from a childhood of neglect, abandonment, and mental abuse at the hands of his father.  

He cooperated with the rest of the program, repaired his public image, and, more importantly, his relationship with his wife.

He returned home to California with her and their two children and they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

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Daddy And Daughter Dancing

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At a loss of words for your loss. Keep him close to your heart and he will never be gone. Sending healing prayers and love my friend xoxo

Loss

Sorry, this one isn't fanfiction. A sudden loss of someone you care about can really put you through an emotional rollercoaster. Recently, a friend that I worked with passed away suddenly and very tragically. He deserved so much better than how we was taken from this world. Now, even weeks later, there are still moments where I feel like it isn't real.

Daily, when we used to get to work at the same time, we'd walk in together and at lunch we'd always be laughing about something random story we told each other. Work feels different. I can't even sit at my desk at 8am because every time the pharmacy door opens and it's not him, it chips a little piece of my heart away, and the realization hits me, he's not here anymore. I can't bring myself to delete his number out of my cell phone or my last texts to him, or take down the directory at my desk that has his name and extension on it.

I thought you may be able to relate to that feeling, too, which is why I tagged my regular list. I hope that you don't mind.

Yesterday, I said goodbye to you. 

Did I want to? 

No. Goodbyes I have learned over the years are seldom happy, and this one shook me to my very core, because you were stolen from us prematurely. 

Your season on this earth ended way too soon, my friend.

My heart breaks for the life you should have had, and the dreams that you were working towards that didn’t get the opportunity to come true.

Why?

Why—- is the singular question in all  of our broken hearts from the profound loss of you all of us are feeling.

I replay the last conversation we had in my mind on a loop, and wish I would have said more meaningful words to you.  That was really our last conversation? 

But, there is solace in knowing I was there to listen to your words, to you.

I miss you. 

Already. 

Deep down,  I know somehow, some way, our paths will intersect again.  

So yesterday, I said farewell for the moment to you. 

Did I want to?

No.  But I had to, for now.  

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Just Us

A week after the accident & a few days after the funeral Raf decides to take Casey for a sunset picnic to spend some time with her.

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PS. Thanks @peonierose for finding the perfect pics for this. I love them ❤️

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All That She Wants Chapter 1: Riley's Dilemma

Series: All That She Wants

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam in this chapter. Riley x Drake coming and possibly Liam x Olivia.

Word Count: 644

Rating: M

Warnings for this chapter: none

A/N: I know I haven't written much lately. This song has been stuck in my head and then this happened.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s eyes cracked open and squinted in protest against the brightening dawn streaming in through the windows. She rolled over to find the spot next to her still warm, but already empty. Her gaze traveled across the room and wistfully took in the sight of her husband as he walked from the ensuite to the walk-in closet, towel wrapped around his waist.

“You could come back to bed,” she invited.

His eyes flicked in her direction, then quickly away as he shook his head. “No time for that. I have an itinerary to keep to.”

“But Liam…” she climbed out of the double king bed that had become entirely too big over the past eight years and made her way across the room to him, swaying her hips as she went.

“Riley, I don’t have time for—”

She ran a hand through his hair and then down the broad expanse of his chest as she leaned in with a seductive whisper. “We could make another baby.” She had been tracking her fertility, and she knew she was ovulating. Today was a good day for conception.

He removed her hand from his body and turned away from her with an annoyed sigh. Grabbing a comb, he quickly arranged his hair back to immaculate. “We’ve talked about this. Cordonia has an heir and a spare. I’ve done my duty to the crown. I don’t want any more children.”

“But—”

“If you want another baby, find someone else to father it.” With that, he turned on his heel and was gone. No goodbye kiss, no nothing.

She released a breath of frustration as she looked at herself in the mirror. The red silky negligee hugged her curves and set off her tanned complexion rather nicely.

She turned from one side to the other, examining her reflection critically. Sure, she was a little heavier than she had been on their wedding day eight years ago, but she had given him two children. She was still reasonably fit, young, and attractive. So why didn’t her husband want her anymore?

Tears welled up in her eyes. She brushed them away angrily. She knew why.

Fucking Olivia Nevrakis, that’s why.

Storming back to the bed, she threw herself in it and lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling.

She was lonely. Once upon a time, she had focused all the attention that her husband didn’t want on their children. Now they were older and in lessons much of the day, leaving her at loose ends.

Maybe Hana could come for a visit soon. Maybe she should call her mother. If Liam was going to ignore her, the least he could do was give her another baby to keep her occupied. A sweet, cuddly, bundle of joy that would love her back.

As she lay there feeling sorry for herself, an idea presented itself to her.

She sat up as her eyes widened.

She swiped her phone from the nightstand and punched in Mara’s number. “Send me the guard schedule for the day.”

She had barely pressed the end button before her phone dinged with the requested information. She opened the attachment. Her fingers ran down the list, searching for one name in particular.

He wasn’t working today. A smile crawled across her face. She knew exactly where he would be.

She called down to the kitchen with instructions and then texted her assistant to clear her schedule for the day.

After breakfast in the nursery with her children, she kissed Ellie and Xander, turned them over to the tutors for their morning lessons, and returned to her room to get ready for the day.

An hour later she stood in front of the mirror again, this time in her most flattering swimsuit. She smiled at herself, pleased with her decision before wrapping a sarong around her waist and heading out the door of the royal suite.

If Liam wouldn’t give her a baby, maybe Drake would.

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Distraction

Victoria insists Casey goes to get her nails done to take her mind off waiting for Raf to get out of theatre to put pins in his badly broken ankle after the crash on the way back from the camping trip.

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Hey so i saw someone saying in an ask you wrote fic’s for henry’s character august walker..

Can i ask id you write only character/yn or character/character. If both characters m/m, f/m ? Do you take suggestions for ships ?

Hello there. Nice to meet you, anon. 🍄

I don't write Y/N. It's just never been my thing. :)

These days, I mostly write OFC (original female character) from 3rd person's POV. Sometimes I write reader (2nd person perspective) but I prefer 3rd person because it allows me more creative freedom.

I write M/F. But not opposed to writing anything else if my muse inspires me.

You are welcome to my Masterlist to check it out. If you like anything, please reblog :) 🖤

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Not planning on writing/posting it until I’ve caught up with my other stories, but It would be a Mike x OFC story. I’m just wondering if there’s any interest.

ETA: I know it’s not that time of year but it would be a little spooky and have horror themes 😬 I’ve been watching Supernatural lately if that tells you anything lol

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Follow You Anywhere 8

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: double chapter friday.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You put on the outfit Sy picked out. The lilac skirt and the matching razor back tank top are a bit mismatched in style but the colour is almost exact. You add a silver necklace to add a bit more to the top and even out top and bottom. 

You take out a pair of white keds and slip them on. As you do, Sy stand on the door mat with Aika prancing excitedly around him. He deepens his voice and tells her to sit. She obeys, still trembling with elation as he hooks her leash into place. 

As you stand, you find his attention on you. His eyes scale up and down your body as you brush your hand up and down one arm. He tilts his head and his cheek dimples as he exhales through his nose.  

“Well, let’s go,” he commands and Aika jumps to her feet as you nearly leap in place. 

He opens the door, your keys already in his pocket, and he waits for you to go ahead of him. He turns to face the door as he shuts it. He has the leash around two fingers as he slides the keys in the lock and turns. 

As he turns towards the hall, he stops and looks at you. You waver, uncertainly, cautious of a single misstep. He offers the leash. 

“Why don’t you take her, sweetie?” He says, “two of you needa get used to each other.” 

You take the leash as Aika waits patiently. At least she’s trained well. You only ever had cats so you’re not entirely sure about dogs. They’re cute, sure, but a lot stronger. 

You continue down the hall and to the stairs. Sy walks calmly beside you. You’re happy at least that the rage no longer roils off of him, though a tension remains. You sense it in the subtle twiddle of his thick fingers and the way he keeps popping and cracking his joints. 

Outside, the sun glints blindingly above, casting a shine much too bright for your mood. Aika stops and the leash tugs in your hand. You turn back as she pees in the grass and step closer to slacken the leash. Oops. You make a face. 

“It’s okay, sweetie, you’re doing good,” Sy encourages, “she can be a bit wild when she wants to. Probably more like you than you think.” 

His suggestion makes you want to frown but you won’t let him see your discomfort. You continue down the sidewalk, keeping pace with the sniffing dog as Sy lazily swaggers behind you. She stops again then crosses to the other patch of grass. You follow her. 

If it wasn’t for your company, you might enjoy the day. There’s bumblebee’s digging into stores of pollen, buzzing around vibrant petals, and birds cheeping from the interior of bushes, and wispy clouds across the sky. You might have taken a picture or two, even though your phone lens rarely catches the true beauty of the world. 

You continue around the corner and suddenly Aika darts forward. She pulls you nearly off your feet and you stomp clumsily after her, trying not to topple. You see what she sees only as she gets within snapping distance of the fluffy cat. The feline hisses before dashing away and you pull back the barking dog. 

“Aika,” Sy says firmly and quiets the canine, “good girl.” 

The silt in his voice makes even you freeze. You peek back at him and hold out the loop of the leash. You recoil as you notice the phone in his hand. Your phone. The little pearly wrist band hangs from the corner of the blush pink case. He has the lens aimed right at you. 

“Say hi,” he waves from his side of the phone, “got my girls out for a nice walk in the sun.” 

“What are you--” you quiet, realising what must be going on. 

“Your fans want to see you, sweetie,” he chimes. “Isn’t she cute? My lady. Waited for me so long.” 

He turns the camera around, holding it at arm’s length as he comes to stand beside you and faces the sunlight. You gulp as his hand goes to your hip and he pulls you close, leaning in to press his jaw to your head, angling the phone up to capture both of you. You try to smile. 

“Finally going public,” he sounds almost giddy, “military sh—stuff. Couldn't disclose it til I got home but here we are.” 

He turns his head and presses a kiss to your temple. He purrs and slowly releases you. He stands straight and backs up, once more aiming the camera at you. You feel like you might shatter into pieces. 

“We’re gonna grab some coffee. There’s a cafe around here. You’ll remember it. She did a live back in March. Got the vanilla chai, didn’t you, sweetie? I been waiting this long to get back and try it with her,” he commentates, oblivious to the people who glance in his direction. He keeps his arm extended. “Go on, Aika’s getting antsy.” 

You look down at the dog and she looks up at you. You spin and continue down the pavement. You should scream and shout and tell the world that this man is crazy. Yet it doesn’t matter. There’s probably a single viewer, if any. You realise now, he was probably your only fan. The others you’ll chalk up to bots or other weirdos. 

A trickle of ice flows through your chest. He knows where the cafe is. How long has he been here? How long has he been watching, not just on the phone? You don’t know why you keep asking. It doesn’t change a thing. 

You approach the short iron fence that marks off the patio of the cafe. You slow and Sy stands at your side, showing the tables and patrons to the camera. He rubs between your shoulder blades. 

“So how ya wanna do it? You wanna wait with Aika or you wanna run in?” He asks. 

You gulp. There is not better option. It’s all just the same. 

“I’ll get the coffee,” you offer and untangle the leash from around your wrist. “What do you want?” 

“Hm, good question,” he says, “why don’t ya surprise me. You know I got a sweet tooth.” 

“Right.” 

He takes the leash and you turn, stiffly marching through the gate and up to the door. You enter and as you’re shut in, you clutch the sides of your neck and blow out through your lips. No, you don’t know he has a sweet tooth. You don’t know him. As much as he scares you to death, he’s starting to make you really angry. It’s just how he talks as if you actually know who he is! He’s a stranger. A creep! 

You stand in line and only remember to step up for your turn as someone taps your shoulder. You mumble an apology and step up. You hadn’t even checked the menu. You look at the specials board and try to wet your dry tongue. 

“Um, white mocha,” you order in a croak, “and a uh, a lavender latte. Thanks.” 

The barista offers to add on items from the bakery. You decline and pay, already spending enough on the overpriced coffee. You shuffle along to await your order and mull your options. None. You have none. 

When your number is called, you grab your drinks and quickly spin around. You follow another customer to the door and he holds it open for you. He smiles as you step through and you thank him. 

“Not at all,” he steps out after you. “You got your hands full.” 

“It’s really nice of you,” you say as you walk just ahead of him, turning your head to glance over your shoulder. 

“Pretty girl like you. How could I not,” he says as you reach the gate, “have a good day, miss.” 

“Uh,” you’re surprised by the compliment, “you too, sir.” 

You give an awkward purse of your lips as you stand in the open gate. You look around and find Sy watching you. You go to him and hold up the drinks. 

“Um, I got the white mocha... not sure if you like that.” 

“Ooh, white mocha, sounds delicious, just like you,” he purrs, “and what did you get?” 

He takes the cup, Aika’s leash around two thick fingers. You stand dumbly, staring at the phone he keeps pointed in your face. 

“The lavender latte,” you answer flatly. 

“Well, the lady and I are gonna have our coffee date,” he says to the camera as he flips it around, “walk the pup and all that. Hope you all have a good day. Right, sweetie?” 

He once more puts you on the stream. Your lip trembles, “sure, yeah. Have a good day everyone.” 

You hold a shaky smile and he taps the screen several times with his thumb. He slides the phone into his short’s pocket and tastes his mocha. He waves you down the sidewalk and Aika takes the lead. He’s quiet as he slurps from the plastic lid. 

“That boy,” he speaks at last, “said you were pretty.” 

You blanch and turn the cup in your hand. The heat seeps through the sleeve and adds to the sheen across your skin, “er, I guess. I don’t know.” 

“Who was he?” Sy asks harshly. 

You flinch and peek up at him. He’s not happy. His entire demeanour has shifted. 

“I don’t know. A stranger. He just held the door,” you shrug, “guess he was being nice.” 

“Being nice? Shouldn’t be talking to strangers,” he reproaches. 

You nearly choke. Yeah, you shouldn’t. He taught you that well. 

“You are a pretty girl,” he says, “so I’m just lookin’ out for you. Some men...” 

You keep your eyes ahead as you fight to hold your composure. You drink from the cup, tasting the floral foam, and swallow. You force the breath from your chest and steady your nerves. 

“Sorry, I... won’t do it again.” 

He hums and reaches to grab your hand. His large one swallows yours. You don’t pull away, even as you desperately want to . He walks along with you, swing his arm slightly. 

“Isn’t this nice, sweetie?” He purrs, “you and me and Aika. Like a little family.” 

You grit your teeth and your aching cheeks fall. You can’t smile any long. You try to hide your face as you hover your mouth over the cup, “yeah,” you wisp out, “it’s nice.” 

💜

When you get back to the apartment, you’re exhausted yet adrenaline has you wide awake. Sy lets Aika off her leash and feeds her as you toss your empty coffee cup. You linger around the bin nervously, uncertain what to do next. You’re trapped again within these walls that once spoke of your freedom. 

Sy groans and stretches his neck. He runs his hands over his shaved head and combs his fingers through his thick beard. You step away from garbage before he notices you hiding. 

“Hot out, I’m beat,” he yawns, “what about you, sweetie?” 

“Yeah, uh, kinda,” you hug yourself and sway, “but um, not too bad.” 

“Ugh, one thing I was happy about was gettin’ outta the heat,” he pulls on his shirt and lifts it over his head. The fabric is darkened around the chest and arms with his sweat. More of it glistens in his body hair as he strips away the tee.  

You chew your lip and go to turn the fan on, turning it to oscillate. You sense him in the edge of your vision. He hangs the shirt across the back of a dining room chair then comes back to the living room. You stay close to the wall. 

“Er, Sy,” your heart jumps as your doubt clogs your throat. 

“Mhmm,” he flops onto the couch and leans back. He’s shameless and shirtless. His muscles flex along his arms and chest. He’s huge.  

“Do you think I can have my phone? I wanted to check my messages,” you push your palms together and twist your hands. 

“Don’t got none,” he says, “forget about that. Let’s disconnect. You and me, sweetie, let’s enjoy a quiet night in.” 

You want your phone but you know better than to push him. You’ve seen what happens when you do. You peer over at the dent in the wall. 

“Sure,” you go to him and sit on the couch, keeping a foot between you. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

You reach for the remote and he stops you. He snatches your hand back and wraps his arm around you, pulling you to lean into the couch with him. He crowds you as his scent suffocates you. It smells like sweat and generic deodorant. 

“We don’t need TV, sweetie, let’s just enjoy each other,” he reaches across you and rubs your upper arm. 

“Um,” you nearly choke, “it’s almost dinner time--” 

“It’s early,” his voice is rocky, “sweetie, it’s alright. Just relax. It’s finally just us.” 

“Sy, I... I should get some work done,” you sniff. 

“You should take it easy. You work too hard,” his hand brushes along your shoulder and to your neck. He drags his knuckles up your throat, “you’re gorgeous, you know that? This colour,” he slips his hand back down and touches the top of the tank, “looks so good on you.” 

“Thanks, I, er,” you squeeze your thigh and gulp. You can’t help the tremor that rolls through you, “Sy, please,” you reach up and grab his hand, “I should--” 

“It’s okay to be nervous. I am too, sweetie,” he rasps as he leans in, “but I can’t wait any longer.” 

He frees his hand from yours and cradles your face. He dips his head and you press your hand to his chest, helpless to stop him as he smothers your mouth with his. You let out a muffled gasp as he crushes his lips to yours, his tongue poking around eagerly. His hand crawls around the back of your head as he traps you against the couch. 

Your fingers curl against the muscle of his chest and he groans. He pulls you against him, falling back with you until he’s flat on the cushions. He brings you over him, and arm hooked around you as his other hand stays on your head. His tongue invades your mouth as you struggle to breathe past his hunger. Your brain screams at you to bite him, to smack, to do anything, but you’re paralysed with futility. 

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@rmtndew Ginger and Houdini's little ones.

[kingliam2019]

Your Heart or Mine: Part Fifteen

Attn: So I felt like finishing this up today. I dunno if it really all that good but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless!

Word Count: 2,411

Paring: Sy x Reader

Summary: You and Sy settle back into life with him being home.

Warnings: 18+, oral (male and female receiving), sex (p in v), fingering, squirting, smidge of angst, something exiting 😁

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Part Fourteen

The next morning you wake up on your back with Sy’s head on your chest, and to your surprise him palming at one breast while sucking the other’s nipple into his mouth. “Sssy,” you say shakily. “Mmm,” he hums. “We shouldn’t—,” you began. “Just wanna taste you Sugarplum,” he says before putting himself between your legs and kissing down your body. You want to protest. You know he’s injured, but with his mouth on your body your mind goes fuzzy.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and gives it a few licks before moving down to taste your slick cunt. “Missed this so much,” he groaned. He’s licking and sucking and twirling his tongue expertly as your thighs shake around his head. “I…. I’m,” you squeal before you cum. “That’s right baby,” he murmurs before going back to what he was doing. He stays there, face buried between your legs for God knows how long, making you cum again and again before kissing his way back up your body.

You’re a sweaty panting mess as he lays his body atop yours. He kisses your lips, letting you taste yourself on his as he slowly slides into you. Once he bottoms out you’re already clenching him so tightly, it’s making it hard for him to breathe. “Damn darlin’. Pussy’s holdin’ me so tight. Like you never want me to leave,” he husks out as his hips move gently. “I don’t. Fuck I—,” you stammer as you feel yourself falling over the edge. You gush lightly around him and he’s following right behind you, hips pushing as deeply as they can as he gives you his spend.

“Not exactly what I imagined our first time with me back would be like but damn if it wasn’t perfect anyway,” he said before kissing you softly. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Your injuries,” you trailed off. “Ain’t that bad baby. I’m just bruised up is all. I couldn’t wait no longer. You ain’t gonna deny me next time in fear of hurtin’ me are you?,” he questioned. “I’m not that strong,” you said making him chuckle. “I love you,” he then says. “I love you too,” you reply with a kiss.

The two of you take a shower before you make some breakfast. When you’re sitting there eating a realization hits you. “Where’s Aika?,” you ask. “She’s fine. When I got injured they took her to a secure base. My buddy, Carl’s got her. He’s coming home next week and he’s gonna bring her by,” Sy tells you. “Good. I hadn’t even thought to ask after her and was worried when I realized,” you told him. “She’s in good hands, Sugarplum. I promise you that,” he says assuringly.

You clean up the dishes with Sy right there behind you, arms wrapped around you as best he can with his cast. “How long will it take your arm to heal up baby?,” you ask as you scrub a plate. “They said six to eight weeks,” he replies as he kisses your cheek. You turn your head and kiss his lips and look up into his big blue eyes. “Max mentioned you being medically discharged,” you say. “Yeah. Not particularly how I wanted out early but it’s what’s gonna happen. I’ve had several concussions over the years. Doc says I can’t handle no more,” he tells you. “I wish you wouldn’t have gotten hurt,” you say softly. “Me neither darlin’. I wanted to come home and it be a happy time. I didn’t mean to scare everybody,” he says as he holds you tighter.

“We know that,” you reply as you lean back into him. “Also didn’t mean to get all banged up just period. I wanted to come home and ravage you,” he said, making you giggle. “What? All these months away… not being able to touch you or taste you. Damn near drove me crazy,” he said breathlessly. You could feel him hardening against your backside. “Looks like he still up for ravaging,” you tease as you grind your ass into him. “Don’t tease me darlin’. Like you said, I’m injured. It ain’t that bad but definitely don’t wanna… overdo it,” he groans as you rub against him again.

Before it’s over you’ve got him against the counter, heavy cock of his down your throat and a hand down your shorts rubbing furiously at your clit. “Fuck baby, you look so pretty sucking my cock. You turned on? Bet your pussy’s so wet right now,” he pants. You take your hand out of your shorts and fondle his balls while sucking him off. “That’s it Sugarplum. Makin’ me feel so good. F— fuuuck,” he groans as he cums in your mouth. You greedily drink down every last drop as your pussy clenches around nothing.

Once he’s done, he pulls you off the floor with his good arm and up against him. He’s kissing you hungrily as he pushes your bottoms off. He groans into your mouth as he feels how wet you are. “I fuckin’ knew it. You just love suckin’ my cock don’t you baby? Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs before shoving two fingers into you. He carefully wraps his broken arm around you to keep you close as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of you. You moan wantonly under his ministrations. “Sweet little pussy’s so wet,” he rasps before pulling his fingers out and slipping them up to your clit.

He strokes it a few times before shoving his fingers back into your sopping pussy and massaging your gspot. You gasp when he starts to apply more pressure. His palm is pressed tight to your clit and you can feel an intense pressure building. “Sy I- I can’t,” you mumble. “Yes you can. Give it to me,” he demands. He starts working his hand more firmly, and whether you think you can or not, your body gives him what he wants. You start gushing everywhere, legs nearly giving out as you cling to him. You’re moaning so loudly it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so wrapped up in your own pleasure.

“Fuck yes, Sugarplum. So fuckin’ sexy when you pour all over me like this,” he says as he continues what he’s doing, drawing out your orgasm. When you finally come down, you’re trembling in his arms, your face tucked into his neck. “You alright,” he asks gently. “Mmhmm,” you hum. “Look at me,” he tells you. You pull back and look up at your man. He wipes a tear from your face you didn’t realize had fallen. “I’ll clean up this mess darlin’. You go rinse off,” he says. “But—,” you begin before he cuts you off with a kiss. “I can handle it baby,” he says before kissing you a little more firmly. He gives you a smack on your bare ass before letting you go.

While you’re washing up you hear Sy in the bathroom. “What’s wrong?,” you ask him. He pulls back the shower door and gets in with you. “Didn’t realize how wet I was too,” he chuckled. You could feel your face heat up. “Now don’t be embarrassed Sugarplum. Bringing you that much pleasure makes me feel good. I don’t give a shit how messy it gets,” he says as he pulls you close. “Really?,” you question as you rest your hands on his chest. “Really. If you can’t tell it’s got me hard all over again,” he tells you. “We’re going to hurt you,” you shake your head. “Naw we ain’t. I’ll be alright. Let’s just get cleaned up. I’ll be calmed down by then,” he assures you.

When you two finish up Max is knocking at the front door. “Hey brother. Come on in,” Sy says happily. “How you doin’ this mornin’?,” Max asks. “Doin’ good,” Sy smiles. “Oh— gross. I didn’t need to know anything about that,” he grimaces. “What? I didn’t say nothin’,” Sy says innocently. “Stop traumatizing your brother,” you say as you come out of the bedroom. You give Max a hug before asking what he’s up to. “Well I was right before goin’ into town for lunch with Dani and was wonderin’ if you two wanted to come?,” he asks. “Whatcha think Sugarplum,” Sy asks you. “If you’re up to it, sounds good to me,” you reply. “Let’s go then,” he says.

You three pick Dani up then go eat at the Mexican place, her favorite at the moment. “I have been craving salsa so bad,” she mumbles with a mouthful of chips. “Looks like,” Sy chuckles. She smiles at him, cheeks puffed from all the chips. “Slow down darlin’. Ain’t nobody gonna take the chips from you,” Max tells her. She rinses the chips down before sticking her tongue out at him. “I can’t help it YOUR child likes salsa,” she says while poking him in the chest. Sy buries his face into the side of your neck to stifle his laughter.

“You should stop by the store while you’re in town,” Dani tells you. “I was gonna ask about that,” you replied. “We can,” Max says. “Uncle Andy is ready to wring Scott’s neck,” she tells you. “I can only imagine,” you sigh. “Can he not do nothin’ on his own?,” Sy huffs. “Not hardly. Like I know we joke on Dillon but at least he does work. We’ll go see how much damage he’s done,” you reply. After lunch Max walks Dani back to the salon while you check out the store.

The shelves are severely understocked and Scott is standing around at the register. “Scott what the hell?,” you ask. “What?,” he asks. “Why haven’t you stocked these shelves?,” you asked. “That’s not my job,” he shrugged. “Your job is to do whatever Dad needs you to help him with,” you replied angrily. “Look I don’t even wanna be here. Only reason I am is because your little boyfriend went and got him self fucked up,” he said annoyedly.

Before you can think you reach over the counter and grab him by the front of the shirt. “Look here you fucking asshole,” you begin. “Sugarplum…,” Sy says carefully. “No. He can’t do one fucking thing right. He can’t help his dad or his sister in a time of need, then he doesn’t need to be here. You’re fired,” you seethe. “What? You can’t fire me,” he scoffs. “I’m the manager. I can fire whoever I see fit. Now get out,” you tell him. “Whatever,” he mumbles before storming out of the store.

“What now?,” Sy asks. “I’m gonna sort this out. You can head back with Max and Dad can just bring me home later,” you tell him. “I— I’d like to help, if you’d let me darlin’,” he says. “I don’t want you wearing yourself out baby,” you reply. “You’re sweet, worrying about me Sugarplum, but if I get tired I’ll just man the register. Can’t be too complicated”, he says. “You’re sure?,” you ask. “I’m positive,” he says as he wraps his arms around you. “Thank you,” you reply with a kiss. The rest of the week you and Sy work in the store, righting all of Scott’s wrongs.

“I really do appreciate all of your help baby,” you tell Sy over dinner Friday evening. “It ain’t a problem at all darlin’. I’m happy to help. It’s been nice to feel useful,” he tells you. “You’ve been so helpful,” you assure him with a kiss. “Yeah?,” he asks softly. “Of course. What’s wrong?,” you ask with a furrowed brow. “I dunno. I’m just all banged up. I knew I couldn’t help around here. Just nice to be able to help somewhere. I— I actually like workin’ at the store with you, and gettin’ to be with you everyday,” he says. “Well you can work with me as long as you like. I like being with you every day too. Plus Dad really likes you bein’ there as well,” you tell him. “I’m glad he does. I’ve enjoyed bein’ around him more too,” he tells you.

You drape your arms around him and give him a kiss. “You’re happy ain’t you?,” he smiles. “I am,” you reply before you start cleaning up the kitchen. Sy helps best he can with one hand before pulling you to him. “I almost forgot to tell you, first thing tomorrow I gotta go help Max with somethin’,” he says. “Just make sure you’re careful,” you say softly. “It’s nothin’ like that Sugarpulm. He just wants me to ride into town with him for some supplies is all. Mostly wants the company,” he promises. “Alright,” you reply.

That night you sleep soundly in Sy’s arms, completely unaware of what he’s actually going to do tomorrow. Max does need supplies but Sy has plans of his own as well. Sy wakes up early, making sure to keep quiet so he doesn’t wake you, but just before he leaves he can’t help but place a soft kiss on your cheek that causes you to stir. “Y’all be careful baby,” you mumble before pulling him into a tender kiss. “We will darlin’. I love you,” he says. “I love you too,” you reply before going back to sleep.

The two of them rode into town making comfortable conversation before getting the supplies and grabbing some lunch. Then Max pulls up to the jewelry store per Sy’s request. He looks and looks, as a sales associate rambles on about this or that. He’s not really sure what she’s saying as he not paying much attention. Finally he sees the ring that grabs his attention. Its a .75 oval cut diamond ring with alternating round and marquis diamonds in a rose gold band. “That’s it,” he says as he points. “This one here?,” the saleswoman asks. “Yeah,” he breathes as she hands it to him. “It’s perfect,” he says before telling her your size.

She gets what he needs before bagging it all up, and getting Sy’s card for payment. “She’s gonna love it,” Max says as he clasps Sy’s shoulder. “You think? I mean I feel like it fits her, but maybe I should’ve got something bigger,” he contemplates. “You said it brother, it’s perfect for her. Don’t doubt it,” Max tells him. Sy hesitates for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go,” he says with the biggest smile on his face.

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Wreckage

Pairing: Lieutenant! Walter Marshall x Reporter! Reader

Warnings: Violent protests, implied police brutality, bad language (one word), mentions of governmental corruption, implied hacking and leakage of information, mentioned obsession, implied future (if there will be another part) dark elements 😬

A/N: Yeah...this is not an easy fic...😬 so be warned I guess?

Walter observed the wreckage before him. The streets were completely wet from the water canon yet still there were several cars and dumpsters on fire. The wind was threatening to spread the fire further in the park, but the fire department was battling with that, thankfully. Sirens were blaring all around him, several people had to be taken to the hospital, two of his own men were injured as well when the protesters tore out the cobble stones and threw them at the armed police. The tear gas still persisted in the air making his eyes water and throat close up. The current estimate was 700 canisters of tear gas - he was still trying to wrap his head around that number.

"Fuck." He finally cursed out loud as he gazed upon the swarm of reporters that were coming his way for an interview. What was he to say?

"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments? Why was this protest met with so much force?" One reporter asked and shoved the microphone in his face.

"Lieutenant Marshall, any comments on the leakage of the current political corruption? How do you fit in that puzzle?" Another asked. His face was assaulted by at least 7 different microphones and too many questions, yet he only focused on you. You were standing behind everyone, smirking and twirling the mic in your hands.

"No comment at this time. We are still gathering information and I will respond to all questions later in the evening." Walter replied sternly and marched through the sea of reporters, glaring you down as he passed you.

Everyone did their live reports and filmed the aftermath of what was possibly the biggest and most violent protest the country has seen in years. You were returning to your van when you realized your pass was missing...and you knew exactly who had it.

"Lieutenant Marshall, may I have my pass back?" You tapped him on the shoulder. The big mountain of a man turned to face you, straightening up and crossing his arms before his chest, glaring at you. He was never your biggest fan and you loved pissing him off, mostly because he couldn't do a damn thing about it - it was always strictly professional and you were only doing your job. Who could really blame you?

"What makes you think I have your pass?"

"Because, unlike you, I don't lose things." Walter inhaled sharply, his nostrils flared and you had to suppress the smile that was threatening to crawl on your face. "So, why don't you let me do my job and I'll let you do yours."

"If you can even call what you do, doing your job." You added after a few seconds and smirked. He looked like he was just about ready to explode.

"I know it was you." Walter grumbled accusingly.

"Lieutenant Marshall, I have better things to do than to listen to your unfounded accusations or commit crimes like a vigilante." You glanced innocently back at him, making him grab your arm hard. That caught you by surprise, you really pushed the right button with this.

"You think this is a game? Do you know how many people got hurt?" He glared at you, his voice becoming harder as he spoke.

"Why would I think that? I'm here, doing my job, exactly what you should be doing, instead of harassing me." You challenged and tore your arm from him.

"And as far as the people who got hurt are concerned...keep in mind that there is a bigger goal at stake here. And that maybe you're not on the right side of things, because let me tell you...this is only the beginning." You whispered, your face now blank.

"So why don't you run along and be a puppet of our splendid government and try proving what you're trying to accuse us of. I dare you." You held your head high as you spoke and walked away from him, making him boil with anger.

As more and more things on the governmental corruption became public, more people began protesting and the more violent they became. Walter was using all resources he could get his hands on to prove what his gut was telling him - that you were behind everything. You became his obsession. He hated the fact that you always one-upped him, covering your tracks and always slipping through his fingers. It was driving him insane and closer to the darkness that was always lurking inside him.

You should've recognized that darkness. Maybe if you did you wouldn't have pushed him as far as you had...

Thank you for reading! 😊🙏

The GIFs are not mine - they belong to the amazing creators 🙏😊💙

This was dark 😬 and I really couldn't write this one longer...I'm more of a sunshine and rainbows kind of a "writer" and these kinds of topics really drain me...but it was something that was on my mind and didn't let go of me until I put pen to paper 😬

[kingliam2019]

Chapter Thirty Seven - Our Little Princess

Five days after Casey has been discharged after being kept in for observation due to her worsening Hyperemesis Gravidarum, she wakes up with excitement fizzing in her tummy. 

She and Raf will be going back to the hospital for her eighteen week scan – and for the first time hopefully they’ll be able to tell the sex of their baby. 

Although Casey has asked Lucy to keep it a secret as they have decided to do a gender reveal, albeit a small and private one. 

Casey’s parents and sister are even coming to Boston for it.

Pulling off the duvet, Casey gets out of bed and smiles as she catches a glimpse of her bump as her pyjama top rides up. “Are you going to be good today little one?” she murmurs. 

Padding into the en suite bathroom, she uses the toilet before stripping off and getting into the shower. 

Twenty minutes later she steps out and feels nausea rise in her throat. 

Wrapping her towel around her bump, Casey staggers to the toilet and falls to her knees. 

Vomiting her saltine crackers that she had had at seven o’clock when she had woken up nauseated, Casey wonders if she had asked to be discharged too soon. 

Raf pads into their bathroom after settling Lucy and Enrique with their Coco Pops, “I’m beginning to think you need to go back to the hospital,” he soothes as he rubs her back. 

Casey shakes her head, “No. I want to actually enjoy this pregnancy even if I’m throwing up.” 

After fifteen minutes she is shivering as Raf helps her up, “You need to dry off and get dressed before you freeze.” 

Casey shivers, “If it wasn’t for the scan today I’d go straight back to bed.” 

As she walks over to their bed, Casey’s phone vibrates. Good luck today at your scan Casey. Are you finding out the gender? 

Casey smiles at Sienna’s good luck text. 

Even when she herself was struggling with her nausea and sickness, Sienna texted Casey daily when she was in hospital and popped in on her shifts. 

Lucy will write it down and then we’re doing a gender reveal on the beach. You’re welcome to come. You are family. 

As she dries off, Casey waits for Sienna’s reply. 

Sienna has been struggling with her morning sickness recently as well and has taken several days off from work to rest. 

As Casey pulls on her pants, Sienna’s reply flashes up on her phone. I’d be honoured to come. If I’m feeling well enough we’ll be there without a doubt. 

A soft knock on the door causes Casey to look up. “Mama?” 

Lucy pads into the bedroom as Casey pulls on her maternity bra. “Hi baby. What’s the matter?” 

Lucy climbs onto Casey’s lap, “I missed you.” 

Casey wraps her arms around Lucy, “I know baby, but I had to stay in hospital so I didn’t get more poorly and hurt your baby brother or sister.” 

Lucy’s eyes fill with tears, “I don’t want my baby to get hurt.” 

Casey kisses the top of Lucy’s head, “I know Lulu.” 

She places her to the side, “Maybe you can help me choose what to where today? Would you like that?” 

Lucy nods eagerly, “Yay!” 

Casey pulls out a long black and white top and a pair of maternity leggings. “What do you think about this?” 

Lucy shakes her head, “No. You need to wear pink.” 

Casey’s lips quirk into a smile, “Oh I do, do I?” 

Lucy nods emphatically. “Yes. Auntie Soph says on Wednesday you have to wear pink.” 

Casey giggles, “She did, did she?” 

Putting back the outfit she had picked out, Casey finds a pair of pink denim jeans and a light pink long sleeved top that settles just under her bump. “So, will this do?” 

Lucy claps her hands and nods. “Yes. That is perfect.” 

Raf watches from the door way, smiling,  with Tori in his arms. “What are you two giggling about?” 

Casey smiles, “Oh nothing. Just had to take forced fashion advice from a five year old. Supposedly on Wednesdays you must wear pink.” 

Raf winks at Lucy, “Hmm, yes. I heard that is the rule. And it applies to five year olds and babies too.” 

Casey shakes her head with amusement as Lucy falls about the bed in a fit of giggles. “Speaking of five year olds’, you Missy, need to go and wash up and get dressed.” 

Lucy smiles as she hops off of the bed and after giving Casey a kiss, she skips out of the bedroom. 

Finishing getting ready, Casey pops a ginger candy into her mouth as a wave of nausea swirls in her stomach. “I really hope this nausea and vomiting stops soon.” 

Her eyes fill with tears, “I just want to be able to enjoy this pregnancy. Because I know for certain this time that this little one will absolutely be our last.” 

As Casey tears begin to fall, Raf gently hands Tori over to her and wraps them both in his arms. “I know sweetheart. If I could magic the nausea and sickness away I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

Casey snuggles Tori close. “My sweet girl.” 

Tori looks at Casey curiously, “Mamama,” she burbles. 

Casey smiles, “You’re so clever, you know that?” 

Tori catches her reflection in the floor length mirror and giggles, “Me!” 

Casey and Raf burst into laughter, “Yes baby, that’s you.” 

Carrying Tori downstairs on her hip, something that is getting more difficult as her bump becomes more prominent, Casey smiles as she sees Victoria waiting downstairs as she rather expertly plaits Lucy’s hair. “For someone who never had daughters you have become a pro at this.” 

Victoria smiles as she puts a hair ribbon on the end of the plait. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” 

She kisses Lucy’s cheek, “Go and get your backpack Amorcita.”

Lucy nods, “Ok Lita.” 

Victoria gently takes Tori from Casey’s hip. “Are you sure you should be doing that?” 

Casey smiles, “I won’t be able to for much longer. But you know what? I can’t wait.” 

She caresses her bump as it peeks out. 

Enrique smiles, “Will we find out if the baby is a brother or sister today Mama?” 

Casey nods, “Hopefully. But Auntie Lucy will keep it a secret as we’re waiting until Gramma and Pops and Auntie Soph get here to find out.” 

Enrique pouts, “but I want to find out now.” 

Casey laughs, “So do I love, but you can wait a little longer right?” 

Enrique huffs, “I suppose.” 

Half an hour later, when Victoria has taken Lucy and Enrique to Pre Kindy before she  takes Tori to a baby music class, Casey and Raf leave to go to the hospital. 

Casey feels butterflies of excitement in her tummy, “Do you share Enrique’s wish?” she asks Raf quietly. 

Raf smiles at her as they stop at the first set of traffic lights, “Boy or girl. I’m just hoping to hear he or she is healthy. I’ll be happy either way.” 

Casey nods in agreement, “I agree.” 

She goes quiet suddenly, “I remember when we found out Lucy was a girl, I was so happy but felt so sad at the same time because it felt like I was replacing Bella.” 

Raf takes one hand off the steering wheel and reaches over to clasp Casey’s hand, “You could never replace Bella. She’s a part of you and always will be.” 

Casey smiles, “Thank you.” 

Raf looks at her sadly, “Have you told Sienna?” 

Casey shakes her head, “No. But I want to. I think I’m ready to.” 

Parking at the hospital, Raf gets out of the car and walks around the side to open Casey’s door. “I can still do that myself you know,” she smiles, taking the hand he offers her. 

Raf nods, “I know sweetheart. But I want to take care of you.” 

Casey smiles, “I am so lucky to have you.” 

Wrapping her arm around Raf’s, Casey walks slowly into the hospital. 

They walk to the reception desk and Casey is signed in. “You can take a seat and wait,” an unfamiliar receptionist smiles. 

Casey goes and sits down whilst Raf heads to the toilet. 

As she waits she sees Bryce wheeling a patient in a hospital gown to the ultrasound department. 

Casey recognises Camilla Appleton instantly. “Camilla. Hi. I didn’t know you were still here. I thought you’d been discharged?” 

Camilla sits beside Casey, “I had been but then my blood pressure shot up as I got a date for Alex’s trial. I doubt I’ll go. I don’t want to see him ever again. I collapsed so I had to be kept in as I am at risk of Pre Eclampsia.” 

Casey nods, “Oh I’m sorry. Have you been keeping well in other ways?” 

Camilla nods, “My injuries are beginning to heal which is a relief. I have never felt so free in years.” 

Her eyes fill with tears. 

Casey reaches for her handbag which Bryce hands to her, she takes out a tissue and hands it to Camilla. “You’re safe now. I promise.” 

Camilla smiles gratefully, “Thank you so much Dr Aveiro. I couldn’t have found the courage to report what had happened to me if it weren’t for you.” 

She looks at Casey’s bump and smiles, “How far along are you?” 

Casey smiles as Raf comes back from the bathroom, “Eighteen weeks. I have had two high risk pregnancies before and a miscarriage so I have to have scans every two weeks to monitor the baby.” 

Camilla looks at Casey with a renewed sadness, “That’s why you understand,” she whispers. 

Casey smiles, “It’s alright.” 

Casey looks at Raf with love and adoration, which makes Camilla’s heart ache, wishing she had that. “Camilla, this is my husband Raf, he works here too as a PT.” 

She smiles as Raf sits down, “Raf, do you remember I told you about Camilla?” 

Raf nods, “Yes I remember. Are you well Camilla?” 

Camilla nods, “I’m slowly healing, thank you for asking.” 

Lucy comes out to find Casey, “Casey? Can you come with me?”

Casey nods and Raf helps her stand before wrapping her hand in his protectively and leading her into the ultrasound suite. 

Camilla watches them leave wistfully, “He seems like a lovely man,” she says as Bryce waits with her. 

Bryce nods, “He’s the best. He adores Casey and has given her the love she deserves.” 

He smiles, “I’m sure you will find that love too some day.” 

Camilla sighs heavily, “Thank you. I hope so.” 

Casey and Raf follow Lucy into the ultrasound suite and she closes the door as Raf helps Casey onto the examination bed. “How are we going to do this?” she asks. 

Lucy knows about the gender reveal as she is the one organising it. 

Casey smiles, “You write the gender down and take the envelope to the bakers.” 

Lucy smiles cheekily, “Are you sure you can wait?” 

Casey laughs, “Yes we are impatient, but this is something I’ve always wanted to do but never got the chance. So with this little one being our final baby – absolutely this time. I plan to get sterilised after I recover from the birth, I thought it would be more fun. And it will be fun for the kids too.” 

Lucy squirts some gel onto Casey not so small bump. “You’re starting to bloom.” 

Casey nods, “And I couldn’t be happier.” 

Lucy begins the scan, just as there’s a knock on the door and Harriet rushes in. “I’m sorry I’m late. I was in labour and delivery. Lucy I can take over.” 

Lucy nods, “Ok but I have to stay as I’m setting up a gender reveal so need to know if we’re dealing with tiaras or trucks. Or in medical speak vaginas or penises.” 

Casey splutters as she laughs out loud. “Lucy!” 

Lucy shrugs as Raf covers up a snigger. “You’re a doctor Casey. I’m sure you know the real anatomical names for body parts by now.” 

Casey shakes her head in amusement. “You’re comical.” 

Harriet carefully scans the image on the screen. “Everything looks good. No deformities in the brain or heart or lungs or spine. A perfectly healthy baby. Albeit a little on the small side but that is to be expected with your condition. As Moms with Hyperemesis Gravidarum are known to have babies with lower birth weights.” 

Raf clasps Casey’s hand, she can feel his hand go clammy in hers, “It’s ok babe. Don’t worry. A little smaller than normal isn’t something to worry about,” Casey soothes. 

Harriet smiles reassuringly, “Casey’s correct. Everything looks great.” 

She motions to the door and writes down something in the envelope sitting at the side of the scanner and then she leaves with Lucy. 

Harriet closes the door behind her. “The baby is a girl,” she says in a low voice so Casey and Raf can’t hear. 

Lucy beams, “Thanks Harriet. I think I will be able to make it to the bakery to order the cake tonight before it closes.” 

They go back into the room as Casey is cleaning off the gel, “You can take this,” Harriet smiles, printing off a scan photo sheet. 

Casey takes it and tucks it into her handbag. “Thank you Harriet. You have been a wonderful help and support throughout this pregnancy. Are you working on Saturday?” 

Harriet shakes her head, “No hon, why?” 

Casey looks at Raf and he nods, smiling, having seen the bond his wife has formed with her new midwife. “Would you like to come to the gender reveal? It’s just family and close – very close, friends. But you have become one of those these last four and a half months.” 

Harriet feels a lump form in her throat. “That is so kind. I would be honoured. If that’s ok?” 

Raf nods, “If Casey would like you to be there then I am happy for you to come. And you can finally meet the kids.” 

Harriet smiles, “I am excited for that. I can’t wait.” 

Casey and Raf soon leave the hospital and head for home. 

As they arrive home, Casey feels her stomach grumble as she feels nausea rise in her throat again. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

Rushing into the house and into the en suite bathroom, Casey falls to her knees and vomits violently into the newly cleaned toilet bowl. 

Raf closes the front door and walks into the bathroom, “I’m here sweetheart. I think you and Bubbles get some rest.” 

Casey giggles, since she and Raf announced the pregnancy and her bump became more noticeable Lucy insisted that the baby is called Bubbles, which has stuck. 

But Casey thinks it’s fitting as very early on the movements felt like bubbles in her belly. 

Taking Raf’s hand, she uses her other hand to caress her bump. “I agree.” 

Casey smiles, “I hope we can convince Lucy that Bubbles isn’t a proper name and we need to change it when he or she arrives.” 

With Raf’s help, Casey heads upstairs to their bedroom and she changes into a grey lounge set and climbs into bed. 

Coco and Belle jump up on the bed and pad over to her side and lie down. 

Belle curls up at Casey’s feet whilst Coco rests her chin on Casey’s bump, giving it a friendly sniff. 

Casey smiles, “Hello you two. Are you here to keep Mama company whilst I have a nap?” 

Stroking Coco’s ears, she smiles. “My sweet pup.” 

Raf kisses Casey’s forehead, “Get some sleep sweetheart.” 

Casey smiles as her eyes begin to flutter sleepily. 

Pregnancy has been more difficult this time around but she expects that’s normal as she is older. 

Raf goes downstairs to do some of the household chores whilst Casey rests. 

On his days off he has been doing most of the chores so that Casey doesn’t have to lift a finger. 

When Raf is at work, Victoria takes over and happily fusses over her daughter in law. 

At two o’clock, Victoria arrives back with Tori after she had taken her to baby music class and then she took her to the park to play on the swings. 

Tori is asleep in her pram. “She fell asleep after we went to the park. I didn’t have the heart to wake her.” 

Raf smiles, “It’s fine Mama, it’s her usual nap time soon.” 

Victoria smiles as she lifts Tori, sound asleep into her arms. “How did Casey’s scan go?” 

Raf strokes Tori’s cheek, “It went well. Everything’s perfect, other than a little bit less weight than usual but with Casey being so sick it was expected.” 

Victoria nods, “Poor Casey.” 

She takes her coat off, “Is she napping?” 

Raf nods, “Yes. She was sick when we got home so we thought it was best if she rested.” 

Victoria nods, worriedly, “I feel so sorry for her. The poor girl only wants to enjoy one of  the most wonderful moments in a mother’s life but she’s so unwell that she can’t.” 

Raf sighs sadly. “I know. It hurts that I can’t make it all go away.” 

After he has put Tori down for her nap, Raf goes downstairs where Victoria is making him and herself a cup of tea. “Is Vovo Ok?” 

Victoria nods, “She’s in a bit more pain today but the excitement to find out if she’s having a great granddaughter or a great grandson is overriding that.” 

Raf deflates, “I hate seeing her so frail Mama. I should be able to help her but I’m not allowed because it’s against regulations.” 

Victoria stirs the tea in the tea pot before putting the spoon down and going over to where her son is standing. “Rafa, you do more than enough for your grandmother. Don’t ever think you do not do enough.” 

Raf smiles gratefully, “Thank you Mama.” 

Victoria kisses his cheek, “You don’t need to thank me. I am supposed to cheer you up when you are down.” 

Belle comes padding into the kitchen and sits down, waiting for pets. “It’s not like you to leave Casey’s side when she’s not well.” 

After Belle has had her pets, she pads over to the back door and barks, spinning around. 

Finally getting why she left Casey’s side, Raf goes to let her out. 

His phone buzzes with a text message. Got the day off tomorrow, I’ll sort the cake then. Is Casey ok? She seemed a bit quiet. 

Thanks Lucy, you’re a star. Sienna would have done it – she’s likely fuming that she’s not well enough to. Casey’s asleep she’s really struggling with the nausea and sickness. Not that she’s complaining. She never complains. 

Raf sags against the counter, “Something else is going on,” Victoria frowns. 

Sighing, Raf runs his hands through his hair. “I just hate that Casey’s so ill and unable to enjoy the pregnancy. She’s so upset about it.” 

Victoria wraps her arms around Raf like she used to when he was small. “Hopefully she’ll feel better soon and will still have time for you both to enjoy the excitement.” 

Lucy comes into the kitchen and stops, “What’s wrong Daddy?”

Her big brown eyes fill with tears. 

Raf shakes his head and plasters on a smile, “Nothing, Princessa. I’m fine. Just worried about Mama, that’s all.” 

Lucy wraps her arms around his neck as Raf lifts her onto his hip. “I don’t like it.” 

Raf rubs Lucy’s back, “I know it’s not much fun is it? But hopefully Mama will be better soon.” 

Lucy sniffles, “Will she have to go to hospital and sleep there again?” 

Raf smiles, ‘I don’t know. Hopefully not but I can’t say for sure.” 

Seeing his phone buzz again, Raf puts Lucy on the counter before he picks it up again. Hi is Casey ok? I can’t get a hold of her. Did everything go ok at the scan today?

Lucy frowns, “Who’s that?” 

Raf smiles, “Just Gramma. She’s checking on Mama because she’s sleeping and not answering her phone.” 

Lucy nods, “You can’t answer phones in your sleep. Silly Gramma.”

She’s fine Sandy. Just struggling with the vomiting and after the scan she went upstairs for a nap. 

Once again it amazes Raf how grown up Lucy seems even at the age of five. “Very true.” 

Sandy replies. My poor girl. Good thing she won’t need to wait much longer for my cuddles. Sophia’s still finishing her shoot in Italy but Chase and I will be there in a few days.

Later, Casey wakes up feeling a mixture of nausea and hunger. “You don’t know what you want, do you Bubbles?” 

Stroking her bump, she gets out of bed and reaches for a ginger candy that is by the bed before going into the bathroom to pee. 

As the days until the gender reveal count down, she is getting more and more excited. 

So far she and Raf haven’t dared buy anything other than a few essentials and diapers but no clothes other than white vests. 

Casey hopes that after the reveal at the weekend they’ll be safe enough to start gathering some outfits and blankets and a special lovey. 

After using the bathroom, she pads into Lucy and Enrique’s bedrooms. 

She finds Lucy reading one of her favourite books. “What are you reading Sunshine?” 

Lucy smiles, “My ballet book from Auntie Sienna.” 

Casey smiles, “You love that book huh?” 

Lucy nods, “Yeah.” 

She puts her book down and reaches her arms out for a hug. “Daddy’s sad.” 

Casey walks into the bedroom and over to Lucy’s bed, “Oh? Why’s that?” 

Lucy crawls on to Casey’s lap, “Because you’re poorly.” 

Casey softly strokes Lucy’s beautiful soft light brunette tresses which look more blonde in the summer, “I’m sorry it’s upsetting you but you don’t have to worry about me or Daddy, ok? It’s our job to worry about you.”

Lucy places her hand on Casey’s bump, “Is the baby poorly too?” 

Casey shakes her head, “No sweetie. It’s just my body reacting to the baby.” 

Lucy’s bottom lip trembles, “Does your body not like our baby?” 

Casey kisses the top of Lucy’s head, “It’s difficult to explain but what I can say is once your brother or sister arrives Mama will be better and stop being so sick.” 

Lucy smiles, “Good. Gramma wants to speak to you. She’s being silly because you can’t use the phone when you sleep.” 

Casey nods, “yes, Gramma’s very silly, isn’t she?” 

Placing Lucy back on her bed, she stands up, wondering how long she will be able to do this without help. “I’m going to check on Kiko, ok? You finish your book.” 

Lucy smiles, “Ok Mama. I think he’s playing with his ambuance.” 

Casey shakes her head with a smile, “Ambulance, baby.” 

Leaving Lucy to read, she heads into Enrique’s room where she does in fact find him playing with his ambulance. “Hi sweetie. What are you up to?” 

Enrique smiles, “This lady needs help. Her leg got trapped by a table.” 

Casey’s eyes sparkle with joy at her little boy’s imagination. “Oh deary me. Is it broken?” 

Enrique nods, “I think so. At least she gets to wear a fun cast with lots of cartoons all over it.” 

Casey shakes her head, hoping that her son never loses his innocence. “That’s lucky. It’s better with cartoons on it than the plain one I had to wear when I broke my ankle.” 

Enrique frowns, “When did you do that?” 

Casey smiles, “I was about thirteen. I accidently fell when I was running in a race and twisted my ankle. It went the wrong direction and looked yucky.” 

Enrique’s eyes grow wide, “Did your bones come out?” 

Casey laughs, “Yes you could see a bone through the broken skin. It wasn’t very nice. And very sore.” 

Enrique frowns, “I don’t like you being in pain.” 

Casey smiles, “My ankle doesn’t hurt now. Well not usually it hurts a little now but that’s only because I have your baby brother or sister inside my tummy.” 

Enrique smiles, “So you can dance again?” 

Casey nods, “Sometimes.” 

She smiles, “If you want to stay here and play I’ll call you for dinner, ok?” 

Enrique nods eagerly, “Yes I want to play.” 

Casey smiles, “Ok baby.” 

Giving Enrique a kiss, Casey heads downstairs. 

She finds Raf in the living room with Victoria and stroking Coco. “You slept longer than usual.” 

Casey smiles, “I didn’t. I spent a good portion of time with the kids before I came downstairs.” 

Victoria smiles, “What are they up to?” 

Casey sits down and curls up on the couch, “Lucy’s reading – as much as a five year old can read admittedly. And Enrique busy playing with his ambulance. Saving a lady who hurt her leg after it got trapped underneath a table – apparently.” 

She smiles as she takes Raf’s hand, “If at least one of the kids don’t follow in your footsteps I will be very surprised. Although I have a feeling Lucy’s got her eyes on running the whole hospital.” 

Raf squeezes Casey’s hand, “Like mother, like daughter has never been more appropriate.” 

She gently thumps his leg, “Cheeky! At least I won’t be a tyrant. Although to be fair Caroline isn’t half as bad as that bloody husband of hers.” 

Later that evening when Lucy and Enrique and Victoria are all in bed, Casey curls up on the couch snuggling with Raf. “Your Mom said she’ll be here with your dad in two days,” Raf murmurs, stroking Casey’s hair. 

Casey sighs, “Oh Ok.” 

She frowns, “I don’t know how to ask her if she and Dad will stay at a hotel this time around. I just don’t feel well enough to have them around twenty four seven.” 

Raf squeezes Casey’s hand softly, “Just say it sweetheart. If she doesn’t like it then that’s her problem to deal with. You are the one in control. You set the boundaries.” 

Casey nods, “You’re right.” 

Reaching for her phone, Casey finds her Mom’s number. Hi Mom, is it ok if you and Dad – and Soph, stay at a hotel? I’m just not well enough to have people staying. 

Raf strokes Casey’s hand, “Don’t feel guilty for setting boundaries Case. You have every right to put your health and wellbeing first.” 

Casey smiles, “What would I do without you by my side?” 

Raf sweetly pulls Casey closer and cradles her lovingly as he kisses her softly. “You’ll never have to find out.” 

Casey snuggles as close as she can with her eighteen week bump in between them, “I hope not. I can’t bear the idea of living without you.”

Raf strokes Casey’s hair and softly traces his finger along the edge of her bump, “I’ll always be here for you.” 

Casey smiles, “Good. Because you are my forever.” 

Suddenly Casey feels a soft bump against her hand, “Did you feel that?” 

Raf’s face lights up with a smile. “I did.” 

Casey smiles, “If this little one is anything like his or her brother and sisters I’ll never know peace for the rest of the pregnancy.” 

Raf chuckles, “And neither will I because you’ll be tossing and turning.” 

Casey rolls her eyes. “I have a very good excuse I’ll have you know.” 

She groans suddenly, “I am dreading the July heatwave season. It’s the last thing I need at nine months pregnant.” 

Raf smiles, “I know but we’ll have the air conditioning on and you can buy shorter pyjamas which will hopefully help.” 

Casey nods, “You always seem so optimistic.” 

Raf looks at Casey with adoration, “it’s easy when I’m married to someone as beautiful and smart and perfect as you.” 

The next few days go by in a blur as Casey gets ready for her and Raf’s gender reveal. 

Her excitement is building and by the Friday when her parents and sister arrive, she is overflowing with excitement. 

Sandy beams as she wraps Casey in a hug. “My gorgeous girl. You’re blooming Casey.” 

Casey smiles, “You’re just saying that. I feel wretched. I was awake vomiting most of last night.” 

Sandy strokes Casey’s bump softly, “My poor girl.” 

Casey smiles, “The baby kicked for the first time on Wednesday.”

Sandy’s eyes light up with joy. “That’s wonderful.” 

Sophia totters in with a pair of six inch Jimmy Choo heels, that make Casey’s feet and ankles hurt looking at them. “Hi sis. How are you doing?” 

Casey smiles, “Not too great but the excitement for tomorrow is getting me through.” 

She hugs her sister who leans close to whisper in her ear. “I thought Raf had the snip?” 

Casey laughs, “He did but it’s not as effective as we expected. Regardless of the circumstances. This little miracle is the result. And we couldn’t be happier now the shock has worn off.” 

Sophia smiles, “Well you always were born to be a Mom.” 

Casey nods, “My family is my greatest accomplishment. I wouldn’t swap my life with Raf and the kids for anything in the world. No first class flights or designer shoes or Sunday lie ins.” 

Lucy comes running in the back door and launches herself into Sophia’s arms. “Auntie Soph!” 

Sophia beams and lifts Lucy on to her slender hip. “How’s my girl? Are you excited about your baby brother or sister?” 

Lucy nods, “Yes. But I hope it’s a sister.” 

Sophia laughs her bosom jiggling as she shakes her head, “I don’t know much about medicine, certainly not as much as Mama does but I know you don’t get to choose.” 

Casey smiles as Rodrigo comes through the back door. “Thanks for taking the dogs out. I can’t manage it today. My hips are agony.” 

Rodrigo shakes his head, “No need to thank me Casey. You know I’m happy to help out in any way I can.” 

Sophia goes into her suitcase. “Guess where we stopped off at?” 

Casey eyes light up as she spots a familiar box. “Ooo. Thank you. You do listen to me sometimes.” 

Sophia hands Casey the box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. “I learned my lesson about coming between you and your pregnancy cravings before. It’s not pretty.” 

Casey hugs her sister, “Thanks Sis.” 

Putting the doughnuts in the fridge, Casey feels a soft kick and smiles softly. “You’re going to be doing that a lot aren’t you little one?” she murmurs. 

Stroking her bump, she hears Tori wake up from her nap. “Let’s go and get your big sister shall we?” 

Heading upstairs, she goes into Tori’s nursery. “Hi baby girl. Did you have a nice nap?” 

Tori’s eyes light up and she reaches for Casey to lift her up. “Mamama. Baba.” 

She claps her hands. “Yes sweetie. Baba’s in Mama’s tummy,” Casey smiles. 

Lifting Tori into her arms, she takes her over to the changing table to change her diaper. 

After changing Tori’s diaper, Casey carries her downstairs. 

Tori smiles when she sees Sandy, “Gamma!” 

Sandy beams, “My little Sunbeam. Come here sweetheart.” 

Taking her granddaughter from Casey, Sandy smiles as she smothers Tori with kisses. 

Casey goes to fill the kettle, “Want tea Mom?” 

Sandy nods, “Please hon.” 

Casey looks at Sophia, “What about you Sis?” 

Sophia nods, “Yes. One hundred per cent yes. I feel like my throat is drier than the Sahara.” 

Casey chuckles as she makes the three of them a cup of tea. 

Her dad barely drinks tea so she knew not to offer him a cup. 

Chase is outside playing with the twins and Belle. 

Casey goes out on to the decking. “Want coffee Dad?” 

Chase shakes his head, “I’m fine honey.” 

He seemed to sense that Casey has an aversion to the smell of coffee. “Ok.” 

Later on when Raf arrives home from the gym, Casey is all smiles. 

She wraps her arms around him and kisses him sweetly. “I missed you.” 

Raf smiles, “I missed you too. Anything happen when I was gone?”

Casey shakes her head, “Other than my mum and dad and sister turning up? No. And Sophia has learned her lesson.” 

Raf frowns, “Yes she apologised a long time ago for the way she acted.” 

Casey shakes her head, “No not that. She brought doughnuts.”

Raf laughs. “Oh that. Good.” 

Casey softly reaches up to caress his face, “I just hope I feel well enough to eat them because they have been all I could think about for the last week.” 

Lucy pads out of the kitchen, “Ew!” 

Casey looks at Raf and they chuckle. “Sorry Lulu.” 

Later that evening after dinner with her parents and sister, Casey and Raf cuddle on the couch as they chat about the following day. “What’s your bet? Boy or girl?” Casey muses. 

Raf smiles stroking her bump softly. “I have to go team girl. Just something telling me I’m going to be seriously outnumbered.” 

Casey covers his hand with hers, “I think so too. But you know what? I am just grateful we have been blessed with another baby to love.” 

Raf nods, “I agree.” 

Casey smiles, “Do you think Juliana will be well enough to be there tomorrow? It wouldn’t be right to do it without her.” 

Raf nods, “She is adamant she will be there come Hell or high water.” 

Casey snuggles close. “Good.” 

At half past nine, Casey is completely exhausted and she has an early night whilst Raf stays up to watch tv for a little while longer. 

Casey climbs into bed and gets comfortable with her new pregnancy pillow. 

As it cradles her back and her bump snugly, she gets more sleep, most nights. 

Casey smiles as she sings to her bump softly. “You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy  When skies are gray You'll never know, dear How much I love you Please don't take  My sunshine away.” 

As she feels a soft kick, she closes her eyes. “Good night my little love,” she whispers, dreaming of who her son or daughter will become.

The next day, Casey pulls out her garment bag which holds her new dress. 

Although it’s a relatively intimate affair, she still wants to dress up. 

Especially when she is usually in jogging bottoms for comfort if she is not working. 

Taking out a raspberry pink wrap dress, Casey gazes at it before taking it out of the bag. 

Raf pops into the bedroom and wraps his arms around her bump, cradling her from behind. “Tempting fate are we?” he murmurs, kissing her shoulder. 

Casey laughs softly. “I just thought it was pretty.” 

Raf turns Casey around, “You will look stunning in anything Casey. Even a plastic bag.” 

Casey smiles, “By the end of this pregnancy a plastic bag will be the only thing I will be able to fit into.” 

Raf kisses her, “You will still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

Casey smiles, “Charmer.” 

She gently steps out of his embrace, “What are you wearing?”

Raf smiles, “I thought I’d put on a white shirt and my black suit trousers.” 

Casey nods, “Perfect.” 

Luckily for Casey, Sandy had agreed to get Lucy and Enrique and Tori ready. 

As she steps into her dress, Casey smooths it over her growing bump with an elated smile. “I never thought I’d feel this again.” 

Raf takes out his shirt, “We may have thought our family was complete but God had other plans. And I’m so glad He did. Because I couldn’t imagine our lives without this little one and he or she isn’t here yet.” 

Casey’s eyes swim with tears of joy, “Oh Raf. That was so beautiful.” 

Putting on his shirt, Raf looks at Casey with a sudden sadness in his eyes. “How could I ever have considered wanting you to sacrifice our child? What kind of parent does that?” 

Casey walks over to where Raf is sitting on the bed and wraps her arms around him, “It’s ok baby. You came around in the end and I know you will love our baby.” 

Raf gently strokes Casey’s bump. “I already do.” 

Lucy arrives at Casey and Raf’s  with the cake for the gender reveal at the beach. 

Casey opens the door with a smile. “Thank you so much for doing this Lucy. Sienna hasn’t been well enough to even think of going near a mixing bowl.” 

Lucy puts the cake on the counter and turns around to examine her friend. “You are blooming Casey. You look wonderful.” 

Casey smiles, “I don’t feel it. I feel sick constantly and when I’m not feeling sick I am ravenous. There is no in between.” 

Raf comes downstairs with Tori in his arms, she is looking so adorable in her little white dress with daisies printed around the hem. “Hello gorgeous girl,” Lucy beams, lifting her honorary niece into her arms and giving her a big kiss on the cheek. 

She smiles at Raf, “You’ve always cleaned up good.” 

Casey playfully glares at her, “Hey! Stop flirting with my husband.” 

Lucy shakes her head, “Oops. Mama’s not happy with Tori.” 

Tori giggles in Lucy’s arms. “Lu.” 

Lucy beams, “Clever girl.” 

Casey smiles, “That’s what she calls Lucy too. She can’t quite say ‘Lucy’ yet.” 

After lunch time, everyone heads down to the beach for the gender reveal. 

Casey got a text from Sienna and Jackie and Bryce saying they would all meet her and Raf and their parents down at the beach. 

Casey had also asked Raf to invite Natalia as she will be the baby’s honorary third grandmother. 

Natalia was delighted and accepted right away. 

A little while into the gender reveal as everyone tries to guess what the gender will be, including the kids, Lucy hands Casey and Raf a knife.

Wrapping his arm around Casey as she leans her head on his shoulder, Raf and Casey slowly cut into the cake as everyone holds their breath as they wait. 

Casey gasps in delight as a flash of pink frosting becomes visible. “Oh my God,” she squeals. 

Lifting the cake so everyone can see Casey smiles as tears of joy spill down her cheeks. 

She looks at Raf, seeing her own joy and happiness reflected in his eyes. “We’re having a little girl,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. 

Raf pulls Casey close for a tender kiss as everyone around them cheers. “She’ll be the most beautiful baby girl in the world because she’s ours,” he whispers, which causes Casey to become even more emotional. 

Lucy dances on the sand happily. “I’m getting a baby sister,” she exclaims, delighted. 

As she walks over to Casey, Sienna lowers herself down on the picnic blanket. “I’m so happy for you Casey.” 

She gives her best friend a hug. “Thank you Sienna,” Casey smiles, the tears she cried still drying on her cheeks. 

Casey places her hand on Sienna’s bump, “I wonder what her little besties will be.” 

Sienna smiles. “Today is about you and Raf. Your daughter. Your family. I am not the one who should take centre stage.” 

Casey squeezes Sienna’s hand. “Thank you.” 

She goes over to where her mom is chatting with Raf and Juliana, “I’m so relieved you made it,” she smiles leaning down to give her grandmother in law a big hug. 

Juliana squeezes Casey gently but full of the usual love. “I wouldn’t have missed today for anything in the world. I just feel incredibly lucky I am here and hopefully God willing, I will be in a few months to see your beautiful baby girl.” 

Casey spots a flash of sadness and grief come over Raf’s face but he soon covers it with a smile. “You will be Vovo. I promise.” 

Sitting down, Casey smiles at Juliana, “We actually want to ask you something. Would you be upset if we gave her Juliana as a middle name?”

Juliana’s eyes fill with tears of joy, “It would be my greatest honour.” 

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Half Way To Loving You

Casey celebrates her half way milestone - albeit a little later than planned.

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Henry Cavill and Kaley Cuoco

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Winter's King 10

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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Queen Jazlene slumps against her chair. She’s barely awake as her eyes glaze over. Despite your deflections at serving her, she’d drunk herself to excess, swiping away goblets that weren't hers. Her constant imbibition has not been missed by her husband. Slanted looks and gristly whispers did little to deter her, your own gentle girding only fuelling her irritation. 

The king stands, stepping forward to overshadow his slouching queen. He raises a hand to the remaining crowd; the clumsy and drunken dancers, the chittering ladies, and the boasting lords. They turn their attention to him and hush. 

“So I must retire for the night, I bid you all a hearty rest,” he pronounces, “and may tomorrow see a brighter sun shine upon us all.” 

A hurrah is sent up in return and the king waits until the large hall falls back into its previous din. He turns slowly, his head down, and flares his nostrils at his queen. His golden eyes skim up and down the table. 

“Come,” he takes her hand, “let us get you abed.” 

Jazlene yawns and hiccups. She does not resist as he tugs her to her feet, though she teeters once upright. He swiftly hooks his arm around her, keeping her away from the view of the hall. He huffs heavily and ushers her around the bench. 

“Maid,” he demands over his shoulder. 

You follow as he carries on, finding a door behind the high table. The dimness of the corridor fogs around his figure as Jazlene’s slippers begin to drag. She babbles and gurgles. 

“I warned you not to drink so much,” he mutters, “why can you not obey? Why can you not just do what is best for you?” 

You tread behind them silently. The king falters and grunts, scooping up his wife before she can slip further down his arm. As he lifts her, her head lolls back over his thick bicep. He growls and presses onward. 

As he reaches her chamber door, you come around to open it for him. He doesn’t say a word as he enters and you wait near the entrance as he lays Jazlene down on the bed. She is very silent and still, only the subtle rise and fall of her chest suggesting a glimmer of life. 

You peer around as the king looms over her, his hand on the post of the bed as he simmers at her. His other arm bends as he rubs the bridge of his nose. You go to the vanity and take the now cool basin of water. You reach into your apron pocket as you hug the large bowl and cross to the bed. 

You pull out a cloth as you sit on the edge of the mattress and balance the bowl against your bent leg. You wet the fabric and lean over the queen to wipe her face. The kohl around her eyes has begun to smear and a sheen of sweat layers over her rich skin. You sense the king watching your deliberate tending. 

“You are good to her,” he remarks. 

“She will not feel well in the morning,” you say, “I will make sure she has water to drink and a warm compress when she wakes, your highness.” 

He’s quiet as he considers your words, “you will stay with her?” 

You wring out the cloth and fold it over the edge of the basin before moving it back to the vanity. You face the king and clasp your hands over your apron, “she cannot be alone when she has drunk so much. Once...” you shake your head and let the statement taper out, “your highness, she will need me.” 

“Hmm,” he pulls his hand off the post, pacing around the end of the bed and turn towards you, “once what?” 

“Nothing, your highness. It was only a memory I had. It doesn’t matter now.” 

“I would like to hear it,” he insists. 

You swallow down the dryness in your throat, “your highness, well, her mother, the duchess, she is the same about wine. Once she drank overly much that she did not wake when her stomach revolted. If we’d not been there to watch over her, she might have choked on it.” 

“Ah, yes,” he stops, just a step away, “that would be unfortunate. I will thank you then for keeping a close eye on my lady wife.” 

“As is my duty, your highness.” 

His eyes blaze down at you and he shifts on his feet, “but will you sleep?” 

“Me? I rest in the cart--” 

“We will not leave on the morrow, I have business yet in the capital,” he explains, “when the lady is awake, you will make certain she is conscious, then you will go and seek rest of your own.” 

“Your highness, how generous, but she would need to break her fast, and dress anew, perhaps bathe--” 

“There are other maids in this castle. I am commanding you to retire for the day. You will need strength for our pending departure,” he bids, “to serve your queen upon the road.” 

You bow your head, apologetic, “your highness, I did not mean to argue. Certainly, I will do as you say. Thank you for minding me.” 

He inches forward and your shoulders slant as you shrink for his closeness. You see his thick fingers twiddle at his side and his hot breath blasts over you like a brazier. He cautiously bends his arm and touches the front of your apron. You quiver as you watch his calloused hand climb up the stained fabric. He pauses and shudders, pinching the loose thread poking out from the belt. He pulls it loose and rolls it between his fingertips. 

“You will have new clothes,” he backs away, feeling the thread, twisting it, “you are a queen’s maid now. Not some castle sweep.” 

You squeeze your hands tighter as you stare at his tunic, “yes, your highness. Thank you anon.” 

He turns on his sole reluctantly and looks upon the bed. You follow his gaze to his subdued wife. He hangs his head and puts his back to you before he pivots toward the door. He stalks toward it and pulls it open with enough strength to make the hinges whine. 

“Good night, little maid,” he drawls just before the door snaps shut in his stead. 

You raise your eyes completely and stare at the heavy wooden slats of the door. Your chest is knotted so tight you can hardly breathe. The king’s displeasure lingers even his absence. Is he unhappy with his inebriate wife or is it you? You quickly dismiss the latter. You don’t matter so much. No, his marriage is not an easy one thus far. 

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You only know Queen Jazlene is awake as she spits bile onto the floor. Her head hangs over the side of the bed as she wretches and spews, coughing and gagging until she goes limp and groans. The acidic smell permeates the chamber and you come forward to clean it away with a cloth. 

Once you’ve sopped up the mess, you leave her to dispose of the smelly rags and return with a cool, fresh basin and a new cloth. You help her onto her back, propping her against the pillows and clean her face anew. She moans as she keeps her eyes closed, a ripple in her forehead. 

“Too bright,” she mutters. 

“I will draw the curtains, your highness,” you assure her as you rescind the cloth and rise to do so. 

She winces as you pull the heavy drapes together and groans, “my husband... did he not see back to my chamber?” 

“He carried you here, your highness,” you explain, “you were not feeling well.” 

“Mm, I still do not,” she decries. 

“Shall I call for a bath?” You suggest. 

“Do what you will but be quiet,” she hisses as she shades her eyes beneath her long fingers. 

She gurgles as she sinks down and rolls upon her side. She curls up and you stare at her back. You go to the door and ease it open. You emerge and pass between the guards without. You are no more than a draught to them. As you approach the stairs, your name is called from ahead. You peer down the next corridor. 

“Eh, there you are,” Bryce approaches. You can tell by the shine in his hair that he has bathed, “and what mission has you so intent?” 

“I am to fetch lemon water for the queen. She has a sour stomach,” you say and turn back to the steps.  

The soldier descends apace with you and chortles, “as she would. She can drain an ewer like no other I’ve seen.” 

“Mm,” you hum grimly. 

“Ah, pardon, I do not mean to be cruel,” he says, “it is only... often we reap what we sow, yes?” 

“I suppose,” you allow. 

“Speaking of, mouse, it is your turn to reap,” he spins and stretches his arm across your path, “king’s orders.” 

You shake your head in confusion. 

“The queen--” 

“I will send another for her lemon water. But our dear liege and lord has bid that you rest your head. And I do concur. You are only mortal, little mouse.” 

“But I must--” 

“Obey your king,” he insists and rescinds his arm, crossing it with his other across his chest. “I’ve been given leave to treat you as prisoner if ye resist but I do not wish to go so far.” 

You frown. You recall the night before. The king’s orders are not forgotten but you thought perhaps they mightn’t be standing. You bow your head and press your palm to your stomach, another memory flitting through your mind. The king’s hand brushing along the belt of your apron. 

“I’ve acquired you a fine chamber,” Bryce says. “Gods, how could one ever be so glum about a bed of their own?” 

“Sir, I am not unhappy,” you counter. “I am...” you lift your head, “tired.” 

“Oh, how the fates align,” he quips, “come then. There is a bath and new dress too. I was too kind to mention it but you were starting to smell a bit too close to Daisy.” 

You can’t but laugh and snort, “hey!” 

“May as well take benefit in staying still,” he says, “now, let us hurry before the water is cold.” 

You acquiesce and follow him away from the kitchen. You hope Jazlene is not discontent with your straying. You walk along several corridors and up to the second floor again. You do not expect to stop at one of thick doors meant for nobility. 

“In here,” Bryce takes out an iron key and unlocks the door. He pushes it open and steps back. “I will come in an hour to look in on you but I trust by then you will be abed.” 

“Yes, sir, thank you,” you affirm. 

“Be certain to have some of the food,” he orders you, “much better than the goat meat I’ve been chewing on.” 

You thank him one last time and enter on your own. He closes the door behind you and you hear the lock twist. The loud grind of cogs does not unsettle you. It’s rare you ever have a moment of solace, though often you feel alone. 

You look around the chamber. It is much too grand for you. There is a wide bed at one end with a long canopy. The window lets in a warm breeze as the steam coiling from the large tub dampens the air. The furniture here is just as fine as that in the queen’s rooms. 

You meander around and stop before the covered tray on the round table. You lift the lid and reveal an assortment of fruit and cooked oats drizzled with honey. Your stomach roars and clenches painfully. Without a thought, you sit on the stool to gulp the porridge from the brim. You empty near half the bowl before you stop to catch your breath. 

You pluck at the citrus and devour the fruit with delighted purrs. When you have glutted your hunger to the point of discomfort, you lick your lips and rise. You near the tub as untie your apron. Your body aches for the heat of the water. 

You leave the layers of your filthy garments on the floor and step into the depths. You sigh as you lower yourself in. Relief seeps through your flesh and enshrines you. You lay back for a time and bask in the calm. Before the water can cool, you sit up to scrub yourself clean. 

When you finish, you climb out and pull on the shift folded on the top of the stack; a dress, and apron, stockings, and even shoes. There is no cap. You fish around your disposed clothing and retrieve your own. You soak it in the bathwater, wringing it out until it’s not so browned. 

A knock comes at the door. You sit on the edge of the mattress and call to the visitor, “hello?” 

“Eh, it’s me,” Bryce’s salty timbre comes through the wood, “you sleep now, mouse.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He taps the door and you hear his footsteps fade away. You recline across the bed and stare up at the canopy. You close your eyes but your stomach is uneasy. You don’t know why. The bed is too soft, the linens too fluffy. 

You puff and sit up. You get to your feet and circle around the bed to the short bench across the foot of it. You tuck yourself onto the barely cushioned wood and bend your legs to fit. You fold and arm under your head. Much better. 

It isn’t very long before you succumb to your fatigue. You don’t realise how tired you truly are until you’re buried in sleep. Heavy and dark, almost suffocating. 

Behind your eyelids, you see streaks of colour, curling and rolling into visions. Shadowy forests and endless roads, the clop of horse hooves, the rattle of axles, and the crunch of boots in the dirt. The preening whine of the Queen as she splashes wine across your face. You gasp through the acrid sprinkle and fall backwards into air.  

You land on a heap of hay. You’re back in Debray, in the barn where you would flit away with Merinda to eat or even steal a nap. She would watch at the window and you would doze or nibble. You look over but do not see her. Instead, another stands at the opening.  

The king’s silver white hair hangs in waves down his muscled back. He wears only breeches as he stares off into the distance. The window greys with a storm beyond, pulsing from shades of dove feather to harrowing black. He faces you and his golden eyes glow like a wolf’s. 

You sit up and whimper. He prowls closer and closer, thunder crashing as a great gust blows through the barn. Then all at once, the tempest subsides and the wooden walls turn to stone. You’re trapped beneath something unbreakable, like iron, wrists bound. You look at your arms, pinned by large hands. You look above you and find yourself straddled beneath the king. 

He leans in, closer and closer, his fiery breath razing over you. 

“Little maid...” 

His growl snakes around your neck and you wake with a start. The bench teeters as you sit up, your hand gripping your forehead. You blink and look around, clearing the haze from your sleepy eyes. 

Just as in your dream, you are not alone. 

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Candy - August Walker Fanfic

August Walker x Original Female (escort) character

Trigger warnings: talks of abuse and torture

Summary: August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly.

To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires.

However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

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