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Why Deny?

Part 15

Previous part here

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The next day at work moved along painfully slowly. Y/N had spent the majority of the day in her office, planning and reciting what she was going to say to Leonard, trying to prepare herself to be able to get through it without crying.

When she arrived at the restaurant they’d agreed to meet at for dinner that night, Leonard was waiting for her near the host stand, and as he slipped his arm around her waist and lovingly pressed a kiss to her temple as they waited to be seated, she could already feel the tears pricking behind her eyes.

But she had to do it here. This way, Leonard couldn’t make too much of a scene. She encouraged him to go ahead, saying she needed to use the restroom and would meet him at the table. Once he was out of sight, Y/N spoke to the hostess and asked that she tell their waiter not to disturb them, and that they would let her know when they were ready to order. After lingering for another moment, Y/N headed into the dining area, spotting Leonard and walking over to the table. She was relieved to see it was in a slightly more secluded spot than some of the other tables, and as she sat down, she took a deep breath before looking at Leonard.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

As what she said registered with him, Leonard felt a sense of pride, as well as adoration for Y/N, begin to run through him. Looking at her, the hint of a smile crossed his face, and Y/N didn’t miss it. She felt another stab to her heart.

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

“Leonard, this’ll never work. You have no idea what you’re signing up for when you say you’d be ok with this. It’s easy to think that way when the baby is still just an idea, but that’s not who you are, and a kid changes everything. You’re gonna realize that once it’s too late, and then you’ll just end up hating me for this because I backed you into a corner. It’s all my fault that this happened.”

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

“I can’t...” she paused for a moment, blinking back tears. “I can’t bear the thought of you hating me, and if we stay together, inevitably, you will. And by then, it’ll just make a break-up even more painful, and then you’ll resent the baby, too. We should just end it now and agree to remain amicable. I’m giving you an out.”

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

“You can still know the baby, be involved here and there,” she continued, still ignoring his comments, “but I’m not going to saddle you with being a full-on father. You’ll thank me, eventually.”

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

Still floored, it took Leonard a moment to realize she was leaving, and he then quickly rose from his chair and followed after her. She’d already made it out the door and was about to hail a cab when Leonard strode up behind her and pulled her back from the curb. As she gasped and then looked up at him, he saw the tears running down her cheeks, and he pulled her closer.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

But instead of letting him say anything more, Y/N reached up and softly placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his face as she leaned forward and placing her lips on his in a final kiss. It took everything she had to pull away from him, and when she did, Leonard just stared at her, speechless. She then stepped away and reached for the door handle of the cab that was waiting at the curb.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

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Red Carpet

Part 2

Part 1 here

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Thinking back, Lauren couldn’t even remember a time when they’d had an encounter where they didn’t go back and forth like the way they had earlier that night. Every interaction between her and Cillian was laced with mutual disdain and sarcastic quips. And while an onlooker may say that Cillian had been flirting with her, she knew that that wasn’t true. There was no secret desire behind his behavior, no heart of gold beneath the façade. No, he just wanted to torment her for his own sick pleasure.

She had no idea why he’d chosen her as his target. When their paths had first crossed a year and a half ago at the publicist’s agency, she’d only recently been hired, and she’d made an over-the-top effort to make a good impression. She was definitely starstruck at first, and as a lowly assistant to the assistant’s assistant, she did her best to blend in and keep her mouth shut.

It was early one morning that she’d first encountered him at the agency, balancing a drink carrier full of coffee in one hand and trying to silence the repeated text chimes coming from her phone in the other hand. While looking down at her phone, she hadn’t realized she’d taken a wrong turn, and she’d soon found herself in a labyrinth of hallways veering off in different directions.

“Crap!” she’d muttered quietly, looking around for anything that seemed familiar. Why weren’t there any signs on the walls in this damn place? Everything looked exactly the same, and she started to panic as her phone chimed again, knowing she was going to be late.

Her wrist began to shake with the heavy drink tray. Deciding to switch hands, she attempted to swap her phone and the tray to opposite hands, but the small device slipped from her fingers, falling to the floor and landing a few feet away. The stack of papers she’d had tucked under her arm fluttered in every direction as she’d reached out to try and catch the phone.

“Fuck!” she’d cursed before she could stop herself.

“Having problems?” came an accented voice.

Lauren looked up and was momentarily frozen in her spot. The wind had been sucked out of her lungs by a pair of the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. As she pieced together the rest of him – which was just as breathtaking – she slowly realized she hadn’t answered him yet. He was staring at her with an expectant smile.

“Um, just, uh, dropped my phone,” she’d finally replied, “along with almost everything else.”

He continued to smile at her.

“I couldn’t help but overhear a few choice words from around the corner. Are you lost, sweetheart?” he’d said.

Lauren had blushed, flattered at the pet name, still naïve enough to think it came from a place of endearment rather than mockery. If only she’d known how much she’d grow to hate it, coming from him.

“I’m sorry about that,” she apologized as she began to think clearly again. “I looked down for one second and now I have no idea where I am.”

Before giving him time to respond, she’d lowered herself and knelt on the floor, carefully setting down the drink tray and then beginning to collect the papers all around her.

“New around here, I take it?” he asked.

His voice and accent were sexy as hell.

“Yes, I just started working as an assistant last week in Sharon Hamilton’s office.”

Lauren felt him get closer as he knelt down near her and began helping her collect the papers. Geez, he smelled good, too.

“Well, then you took a wrong turn at the elevators,” he said. He then reached out the papers he’d gathered to hand to her, making eye contact. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Lauren,” she replied simply, her heart pounding as he looked at her.

“Cillian,” he’d replied, proffering his own name. “Cillian Murphy.”

“I know who you are,” she’d responded with a small nod and a shy smile.

He smirked.

“Well, I work with clients of Sharon’s often, so I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. That is, if you don’t get lost again.”

Lauren blushed once more, but her thoughts were cut short when her phone chimed again. Looking around, she spotted it near Cillian’s foot.

“Do you mind?” she asked him, gesturing toward the phone. “I’m sure Sharon is wondering where the hell I am.”

Cillian looked behind him and grabbed her phone, picking it up and glancing at the screen.

“Not exactly,” he’d said as he’d passed it to her, a cheeky grin on his face as he rose to his feet.

Still kneeling, Lauren reached out and took the phone, the color draining from her face as she saw the message from her friend on the screen. It was a snapshot of two of her bras, with the message,

“Hey bestie, I found these at my place. How can you still wear these?! The pink one has a safety pin holding the strap on! Want me to toss them?”

If, in that moment, she could have gotten lost again and never been found, she’d have been content.

Her face bright red, Lauren looked up at Cillian, who was still smiling amusedly. Speechless, she’d just stared at him.

“See you around, bestie,” he’d said with a wink. He’d then walked past her and disappeared around the corner.

That had been a year and a half ago, and Lauren soon found out just how accurate Cillian had been when he’d said he’d see her around. Although Sharon wasn’t his publicist, her clients ran in the same circles as Cillian did. That meant Lauren was often running into him, especially as she grew within her job and started having a more frequent presence at events and gatherings. And while her impression after their first encounter was that Cillian was friendly, she soon came to learn how drastically wrong she’d been.

The text message from her friend had been his original material, and he’d mercilessly teased her about wearing “thrift store underwear.” Early on, Lauren assumed he was harmless, and that the teasing would soon ease up. Instead, he just came up with something new to torment her about, and she could count on a heckling from him almost every time they found themselves in the same place together.

Over time, as he saw how much it flustered her, he began adding the sexual innuendo. But she knew it couldn’t possibly stem from any actual interest on his part – the man could have any woman he wanted. As a bit more time passed and she knew what to expect, Lauren started dishing it back. As he wasn’t a client of Sharon’s, and since no one even really knew who she was anyway, she didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble for talking back to him. And if Cillian had any intention of getting her fired, he would have done it already. But no, he frankly seemed to enjoy it all.

Lauren rolled her eyes as she thought about it, letting out a sigh. But then, she remembered the way he’d cornered her that evening, and she could almost feel again the touch of his finger on her body, the sound of his voice in her ear. A shiver ran through her. She couldn’t deny that, despite his behavior toward her, she still found him unbelievably sexy. There were times, such as tonight, when she thought she’d melt under his gaze, and if he wasn’t such an ass, she’d more than willingly let him do to her any number of things that he’d mockingly suggested.

But, in the end, that’s what he was – an ass.

What a waste, she thought.

Part 3

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Full disclosure that this is the very first time I’ve ever posted anything on any platform, although I’ve been writing for myself as an outlet for years. ‘Gulp’

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Red Carpet

Part 1

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he looked damn good as he stood before the hundreds of flashing bulbs. His outfit was perfect – stylish yet casual, and his confident and laid-back stance made him all the more alluring. His thick, dark hair was tousled in the most appealing way, and she imagined (to her dismay) her own fingers tangling in those locks as she watched him absentmindedly run a hand through it as he spoke to a reporter.

He had his trademark expression – pleasant, but almost hinting as if he felt he was too good to be there, which he undoubtedly did. Regardless, he was painfully gorgeous, and Lauren felt a heat run to her core as she saw him give a cheeky smile and roll his eyes at the reporter he’d struck up a banter with. He was so damn cocky. And it only fueled him on when he briefly averted his eyes to her and he caught her watching him, their gazes meeting briefly, his beautiful icy blue eyes boring into her. Lauren’s heart skipped a beat as his signature smirk unfurled across his face before he turned back to the reporter.

“Shit,” Lauren muttered to herself under her breath. Why did she have to get caught ogling him? He would no doubt bring it up later, taunting her about it. Why did he always single her out? Sure, she gave it right back to him every time, but it was becoming exhausting to always have to deal with his asshole remarks.

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“Liked what you saw out there, did you, sweetheart?”

Lauren immediately tensed at his voice, squaring her shoulders before turning around to face him.

“I could see you undressing me with your eyes from across the way,” he continued with a smirk. “Hope you brought a change of panties.”

Lauren’s jaw clenched as she gripped her champagne glass tighter. No after party in the world had enough booze to make this tolerable.

“Not necessary, believe me,” she responded. “In fact, what I was wondering was how that reporter could stand to hold a prolonged conversation with you without clocking you in the face. Lord knows I’d seize that opportunity.”

Cillian smiled widely at her, clearly amused. Goddamn, he was hot.

“Really? I’d never peg someone as pretty as you as the violent type. I suppose it’s always the ones you least expect.”

Did he just call her pretty? Her heart raced at the compliment, but then she shook herself. Get it together, Lauren, she thought. You hate this man, and suddenly you’re fawning over a backwards compliment that stemmed from him giving you a hard time? He didn’t even mean it like that.

“Yes, it is, so keep that in mind the next time you think about pushing my buttons,” she responded.

At that, Cillian took a step closer to her and leaned in, pinning her against the wall as he planted a palm above her shoulder.

“Seems to me, there’s one particular button you’d love for me to push.” His voice was low as he looked into her eyes.

Lauren’s pulse raced and she swallowed dryly as she pressed back into the wall. When he lifted his free hand and slowly dragged a finger up her side, from her hip to her breast, it took everything in her to contain a whimper. His face hovered in the crook of her neck for a moment, and his breath fanned over her skin, giving her goosebumps.

“How are those panties doing now?” he whispered in her ear.

The repeated jab immediately brought her back down to Earth.

“Oh, fuck you!” she spat as she put her hand on his chest and shoved him away. She tried to ignore the feeling of his pecs beneath his shirt.

Cillian just smiled again.

“Just name the time and place, sweetheart.”

Lauren narrowed her eyes.

“I’ve told you before, don’t call me that.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” he asked, his smile still present.

“Because it’s degrading. Don’t think I’m so dumb as to take it in any other way.”

“Hmmm,” Cillian pretended to wrestle with the idea. “It’s gone on far too long now; can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

“Well, then we should do the next best thing for a dog and cut your balls off,” Lauren replied.

Cillian laughed loudly.

“Again, with the violence,” he said. “All that pent up aggression isn’t healthy, sweetheart.”

Lauren huffed.

“For every time you call me that, I’m going to come up with a name for you.”

“Oh?” Cillian raised an eyebrow challengingly. “What did you have in mind? Daddy?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“’Shithead’ seems fitting,” she countered with a mischievous glare.

Cillian let out another laugh and shook his head.

“I’ve been called much worse.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Lauren replied.

He smiled at her and ran a hand through his hair again. They then both turned to look as someone hollered Cillian’s name, wanting his attention across the room. He quickly turned back to Lauren.

“Gotta run,” he said. He then reached out and took the glass of champagne from her hand, taking a sip and walking away with it. “See you later, sweetheart.”

“Shithead!” Lauren shouted after him, but she knew it fell on deaf ears, the music drowning out the insult as soon as it left her lips.

Part 2

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Why Deny?

Part 15

Previous part here

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“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

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Why Deny?

Part 15

Previous part here

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“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

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Absolutely! 😁

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Why Deny?

Part 15

Previous part here

…………………………………………………………………………….

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

@xsweetcatastrophe @nyxxie-pooh @febris-amatoria @hannibellector @natalie--rushman

@aphroditeslover11 @garrison-girl-08 @devotedlyshadowytheorist @fuseburner @beastofburdenxo

@alltoowellbeneaththemangotree @neonpurplestars89-blog

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Why Deny?

Part 15

Previous part here

…………………………………………………………………………….

“How are you feeling?” he asked her, their eyes meeting.

“Fine,” she lied, the agony of what she was about to do crushing her heart.

Leonard could tell. He always knew when she was lying, and he furrowed his brow as he looked back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Taking another deep breath, Y/N briefly looked down at her lap, collecting herself before she met his eyes once more.

“Leonard, I...I’ve decided I’m keeping the baby.”

“Ok,” he said to her, trying not to react too much and overwhelm her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Then we’re in this together.”

Y/N let him hold her hand for a moment, but then she forced herself to pull away. As she looked at him again, she shook her head.

“We can’t be,” she replied.

Leonard frowned.

“What?”

“We can’t do this, you and me.”

Leonard shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

She took another deep breath.

Staring back at her, Leonard had no words.

At this point, Leonard couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but when she talked about ending things, he spoke.

“I could never hate you,” he said. “And if you think a baby is going to cause that, you’re dead wrong. Y/N, I want you and this baby. I don’t want an out.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t know,” Leonard responded, his anger rising. “Why do you always do this? Hm? Why are you always second guessing us? Assuming the worst?”

“You’ll be angry for a while, but you’ll get over it, and then you’ll realize I did you a favor,” she said, not answering his question.

“Do you seriously think I’m gonna let you pull this?” he said.

Before Leonard could say anything else, Y/N stood from her chair and buttoned her coat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he said as he looked up at her.

“I’ll see you at work on Monday,” she said, and with that, she turned and began to walk away towards the entrance.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said to her.

“It’s my choice, remember?” Y/N replied. “You said so yourself.”

“About whether or not to keep the baby,” he said.

“Right,” she responded, trying to look matter-of-fact, “and this is what goes with keeping it.”

“So, you’ve just made these decisions for the both of us? You think you’ve got it all figured out, do you?” he said bitterly.

“You told me in the beginning that if I truly felt it was best to walk away, that you’d let me,” Y/N said.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t pull that shit. You know this isn’t what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Y/N replied, the tears still slipping from her eyes. “And this is for the best.”

“Y/N...” Leonard began.

“I’m sorry,” she said to him over her shoulder as their eyes met one last time.

Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab, and Leonard watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner.

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Soooo hot! 🥵 🪭👅😛

You Broke Me First

Part 18

18+ MINORS DNI

Zoe and Cillian were couldn't keep their hands off of each other in the kitchen. He had her backed up against the counter, hands traveling from her face to her waist. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer to her.

Cillian broke away and tapped her thighs at the same time. "Up," He whispered.

Zoe jumped and sat on the counter, and Cillian forced his way in between her legs, kissing her and running his hands under her shirt.

"Cillian," Zoe said, breaking away, "Not in the kitchen next to an empty pizza box"

Cillian grabbed her legs and forced them around him, grabbing her ass and lifting her up off the counter. She squealed and held onto him, arms tightening around his neck.

"Show me where, then" He said softly. Zoe smiled and bit her lip. "Down that hall, last door on the left"

Cillian began walking slowly, eyes never leaving hers. "Don't bite that lip."

"Oh yea? and why's that?" Zoe replied, smiling and biting her lip again.

"Cause that's mine to bite" He said, dropping her onto the bed. She laughed and leaned back onto the bed, propping herself up onto her elbows. Cillian was still standing, staring down at her with lust in his eyes. He forgot about the divorce, the house situation, the agreement... he forgot about it all. He wanted her and he wanted her now.

"Come bite it then" Zoe replied.

Zoe watched Cillian take off his shirt and lean over her to kiss her. She didn't miss catching a glimpse of his toned torso, covered in freckles. His mouth met hers, pushing her against the bed, his arms surrounding her head trapping her.

"Is this ok?" He said, breaking the kiss and looking at her.

"yes, this is SO ok" Zoe said, breathlessly.

"Thank god" Cillian said, diving in to kiss her neck. His hands reached for the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up.

"Take this off" He said, leaning back and pulling her arms so she could sit up.

Zoe froze. She wasn't that comfortable with her body, especially her stomach. Cillian sensed her hesitation.

"Hey," he whispered, hand cupping her cheek. "It’s just me."

Zoe forced a faint smile and slowly raised her arms. Cillian smiled back, taking the shirt up over her head. After the shirt came off completely, Zoe's arms came down and crossed over her stomach out of instinct, hiding.

Cillian made eye contact with her, and slowly reached down to remove her arms. Once her arms were removed and at her side, he reached around and unhooked her bra, taking it down her arms and throwing it on the ground. He moved towards her again, causing Zoe to lay back into the bed.

"You're perfect," Cillian said, kissing her chest and kneading her breast in his hand. "Fucking perfect."

He made his way down to the other breast, taking her nipple into his mouth. Zoe inhaled sharply, getting lost in the feeling. She was clenching her legs together, silently begging him to keep moving his way down and to not stop at the same time.

Cillian, as if reading her mind, moved other hand to the hem of her pants. He kissed his way down her chest, stomach and got to the button on her jeans. He stopped and made eye contact with her.

"Can I take these off?"

"Was kind of hoping you would," Zoe said, breathlessly.

Cillian undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down. He grabbed them by the beltloops and pulled them down her thighs, past her knees and over her feet, tossing them onto the floor to join the rest of her clothes. Zoe immediately felt exposed, she was here in just her underwear while Cillian was just shirtless.

Cillian came back up to kiss her, while his hand found it's way between her legs.

"Mmm," Cillian moaned, feeling how wet she already was. He began to rub her clit through her underwear, making Zoe fight to hold back a moan.

"Wait, wait" Zoe said, pulling her mouth away from Cillian, breaking the kiss. Cillian immediately froze. "What's wrong?"

Zoe latched her left leg over his right leg, pushed his shoulders and flipped themselves over, Zoe now on top.

"I wanna play too," Zoe said, running her hands down his chest. She began to leave a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest down his stomach and past his belly button. She felt him hard underneath his sweatpants and she pulled his sweatpants down along with his briefs. His erection sprung forward against his stomach. Zoe bit her lip and took it in her hand.

"What did I tell you about biting that lip?" He said, shortly before throwing his head back as she began to stroke him. "fuck" he moaned, eyes squeezing shut.

Zoe smiled. she leaned forward, tongue flicking the tip of his cock. She slowly placed tip in his mouth, swirling her tongue around it, tasting the precum that was leaking out. She slowly lowered herself little by little, taking him slowly in her mouth. She began to bob her head, hands around his base. Cillian bucked his hips towards her and let out a loud moan. "You have no idea how good this feels" Cillian moaned. "You're so fucking good."

The praise made Zoe feel more confident, and forced more of his cock into her mouth. She felt him brush the back of her throat, and so did he. "Fuck baby," He gasped, his hand flying to her hair. She felt him grab onto her hair and control the pace of her head bobbing. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock as she let him use her. She felt him pushing her head lower and lower, and she resisted a bit. Cillian took his hand out of her hair and let her back in control. Zoe took a deep breath through her nose, placed her hands on his thighs, and relaxed her throat. She went down all the way, nose against his lower stomach.

"GOD FUCK -" Cillian exclaimed, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck baby you feel so good, so fucking good"

Zoe released him from her mouth, a string of spit left behind trailing from her mouth to his dick. She peppered his cock with kissed, down to his balls, taking one in her mouth while starting to jerk him off.

"Zoe, Zoe stop, STOP" Cillian exclaimed, trying to sit up.

Zoe immediately froze. "What's wrong?"

Cillian grabbed her and flipped her onto the bed,climbing on top of her. "I want to be inside you. If you keep that up, I won't last."

Zoe pulled Cillian down into a kiss, grinding her hips up against him.

Cillian's hand went for her underwear, dragging them down her legs and onto the floor. He situated himself in between her legs, hand flying to exactly where she wanted him.

"Still so fucking wet," He mumbled against her mouth. "Is this all for me?"

"mhmm" She mumbled, moaning into his mouth.

"What do you want baby?" He asked, moving his fingers through her wet folds and finding her clit, rubbing small circles.

"Cillian, please" Zoe moaned.

"What, you don't want my fingers?" He said, finding her hole and inserting one finger in her, slowly pumping in and out.

"oh fuck, Cillian please" Zoe moaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

"What? No good? What about this?" He said, inserting a 2nd finger.

"Cillian" Zoe whined.

"Use your words Zoe" Cillian said. "Tell me what you want."

Zoe opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"Cillian please, I want your cock. Please fuck me, I want to feel you" Zoe moaned.... and, the cherry on top; she bit her lip.

Cillian froze, eyes going dark looking at her.

“good girl.”

Cillian took her hands and pinned them above her head, and held them there with one hand.

With his other hand, He pumped his cock a couple of times, then ran the tip through her folds. He pressed against her entrance, and slowly slid in, inch by inch.

Cillians forehead was pressed against Zoe's, mouth open in a silent moan. He eventually pushed all the way in, and stopping to relish in the feeling of being completely inside her as well as making sure she was comfortable.

"So full" Zoe mumbled. It's been a while for Zoe - the last person she slept with was Cillian that drunken night, but before that it was almost a year before she was with anyone. It was a bit painful but there was a side of it that felt so good.

Cillian kissed her neck, waiting for her to adjust to him, fighting the urge to move. He moved his face towards her again, taking her lips in his.

"you feel so good," He whispered.

"So fuck me then" Zoe said. Cillian's eyebrows shot up, smirking at her.

He pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back into her roughly. Zoe let out a loud moan, eyes squeezing shut. "Oh fuck, fuck Cillian"

"What? just doing what you asked, love" he said, keeping a slow pace of fucking her. He still had her hands pinned above her head. and could feel her wiggling. He let he arms free and her hands immediately wrapped around him, nails digging into his back . He reached down to take her leg and hook it over his hip, causing him to go deeper into her. They both groaned, and he picked up the pace. He sat up on his knees, and held onto her thighs, pulling her onto his cock with every thrust. Zoe let out another loud moan, feeling him fill her up with every thrust. She squeezed his cock as he snapped her hips into her, his hands digging into her thighs.

Zoe was doing everything in her power to not unravel already. He was filling her just right, hitting all the right spots, and his hands squeezing her was adding to the pleasure. she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, trying to control herself.

“you’re close, aren’t you?” Cillian panted out, “i can feel it”

“I can’t help it” Zoe whined out.

“it’s okay, come for me” Cillian replied, hand leaving her thigh and rubbing her clit.

“Oh god,” Zoe yelled, back arching off the bed, feeling her orgasm take over. She came hard around him, feeling like she lost all control over her body, completely at his mercy.

“there you go, that’s it” Cillian growled, fucking her through her orgasm. “Good girl, good fucking girl.”

After Zoe came down from her high, she felt Cillian’s thrusts begin to falter.

“Cillian,” she rasped out, “come for me, please”

Cillian looked down at her, out of breath. “yea? is that what you want?”

“please,” Zoe begged, “fill me. i want to feel you,” she then held his eye contact as she tugged her lower lip into her teeth.

“Fuck” Cillian growled, grabbing her legs and placing them over his shoulders, causing him to go even deeper into her. Zoe moaned at the new sensation, and Cillian responded by thrusting harder and faster, chasing his own high. The room was filled with moans, heavy pants and skin slapping against skin.

“i’m gonna come,” Cillian muttered, followed by a groan, spilling into her.

Her legs slid off his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her, shifting right away to make sure he supported his weight with his arms and not crushing her. His head was in the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath.

Zoe wrapped her arms around him, hand going to his hair and playing with it.

After a couple minutes of silence, Zoe spoke.

“Forget Scout. You get the bed.”

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lau219 · 5 days

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Hi all, just an update that I’m currently dealing with some pretty difficult personal stuff right now and it’s going to impact my ability to write/post for a bit. I’m sorry, I hope you guys will stick around. 🥰

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lau219 · 7 days

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I don’t know quite how the next part is gonna be, ya’ll. Could be really sweet, could be kinda naughty, or maybe both… 😬🫢

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 10

Previous part here

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Stacy: Sure, no problem. Are you ok? Do you want me to talk to him?

Y/N read Stacy’s text message response before quickly typing out a reply. She’d messaged Stacy, explaining that she and Emmett had gotten in a pretty bad argument the previous night, and asking her if she could please come and get the boys and watch them at her house tomorrow, and for the next several nights. Y/N had no idea what she’d do after then, but she was just focused on the immediate future for the time being.

Y/N: No, that’s ok, thanks. I think we just need to have some distance between us for a while. I’m so sorry to ask you, but I didn’t know what else to do.

Stacy: Don’t worry; it’s totally fine. But just for the record, I think you two will come to an understanding much quicker if you just talk rather than avoid each other.

Y/N: Thanks, I’ll think about it.

Y/N set her phone back down on the nightstand after closing out of Stacy’s message and still not responding to the one Emmett had sent her earlier that day asking her if they could talk. She hadn’t answered the phone the two times he’d tried calling her, either.

Now early evening, she was starving, as she’d stayed holed up in her room all day watching TV to avoid being seen by him through her downstairs windows. But as it began to feel like her stomach was eating itself, she discreetly made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t happen to see her from across the driveway.

After what happened in her kitchen the previous night, she’d completely avoided Emmett after dashing back outside. She was both absolutely mortified, as well as completely confused, and she hadn’t even fully believed that what had happened actually happened, until she’d changed her clothes later on and the proof of their little rendezvous was evident on her panties. She’d blushed every possible shade of red as she’d dropped them in the washing machine, and she couldn’t even look at herself in the mirror, which was still the case today.

She was mortified because she couldn’t believe how easily she’d given in the second Emmett had grabbed her. Despite the way he’d spoken to her, the pull she felt to him was irresistible, and as soon as his lips had touched hers, she’d only wanted more. It was pathetic how easily she’d melted.

But it was also just such an awkward situation. They had still been fighting literally as they were having sex, and she’d willingly given in to the possessiveness and control Emmett had shown, and she was so embarrassed by how turned on she’d been. She couldn’t get the feel of his hands on her or the sound of his voice out of her head.

But she also couldn’t understand why it had happened at all, and why Emmett was so upset that she had agreed to Stacy’s set up when he had neither said nor done anything else prior to their little encounter to show that he was interested in her. She figured it was some weird, territorial guy thing – he didn’t want her, but he didn’t want anyone else to have her. Well, she wasn’t interested in any of the drama or heartache that came with that scenario. She refused to be in another situation where she hoped for bliss but was treated like garbage. If he didn’t want her, then he couldn’t have her.

Now, she just had to try and get rid of her unreciprocated feelings.

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Emmett had been completely restless since the moment Y/N had walked out on him the night prior. They’d been interrupted before he’d had a chance to explain anything to her, and after going back outside to the party, she’d made sure there was at least five yards of space between them for the rest of the night. Any time it was evident he was going to try to approach her to talk, Y/N moved away, her face flushing and refusing to meet his eyes as she wove her way around people and tables. Eventually, she’d called it a night and gone back inside her house, turning off every light, and when he’d tried to get in touch with her several times today, he got no response. He wasn’t even sure if she was home now, as there’d been no sign of life at her house all day.

He figured she was confused, and he couldn’t blame her. Remembering how she’d said that it was obvious he wanted nothing to do with her, he realized that the way he’d gone from pulling back to then suddenly being jealous, scolding her, and kissing her wouldn’t make much sense to anybody.

Well, he’d done a lot more than just kiss her, and as wild as the situation had been, Emmett couldn’t help but still be insanely turned on by the entire thing. He’d been on the verge of grabbing her the whole night, and once he’d heard about her date and had her alone in that kitchen, he wasn’t leaving, no matter how mad at him she was.

He knew he’d been out of line with how he’d spoken to her, but in the moment, he’d been too wrapped up in jealousy to care, and something between them drew out a side of him that wanted nothing more than to both worship her and put her in her place at the same time. He couldn’t get the feel of her body against his or the sound of her desperate little gasps out of his head, and that, combined with how he felt about her, was making this silent treatment she was giving him unbearable. He needed to talk to her so that they could clear things up, and if she wasn’t going to answer her phone, he’d have to figure something else out.

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Y/N was incredibly grateful when Monday finally rolled around and she had the distraction of work to keep her from thinking about Emmett too much. They still hadn’t spoken or seen each other, and she’d asked Stacy to come up with some explanation to tell Henry and Max as to why Y/N wouldn’t be around for them this week.

After returning to the ER after lunch, Y/N was quickly approached by Melissa, who hastily handed her a blood pressure cuff as she spoke.

“There’s a guy in Bay 12 with a bad laceration on his arm, but I just got called over to help prep for an emergency surgery. Can you go see him?”

“Sure,” Y/N replied as she put her stethoscope around her neck. “Any other info on this guy?”

“No,” Melissa shook her head. “He just got here; reception is still entering his intake form.”

“Ok,” Y/N replied as she picked up an exam clipboard. “Go ahead; I’ve got it.”

“Thanks,” Melissa smiled at her and then headed off through the double doors.

Walking down the hallway to the end of the large room, Y/N stopped in front of Bay 12 and looked down at the clipboard in her hand as she reached up with her other hand to grab the privacy curtain. Her head still down, she pulled the curtain back slightly and stepped into the bay, beginning to speak as she readjusted the piece of paper on her clipboard.

“Ok, so, I understand you hurt your arm,” she started. “Let’s have a look.”

As she finished her sentence, Y/N finally lifted her head, and her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw Emmett sitting on the edge of the hospital bed in front of her. There was a moment of silence as their eyes met and she registered that it was him, and when she spoke, her throat suddenly felt very dry.

“I’m gonna go get someone else to help you,” she said, and she began to turn again.

“Y/N, wait,” Emmett said, and she stopped. “Please, will you just do it? I’ve already been sitting here for 30 minutes and this hurts like hell.”

Facing him once more, Y/N looked at him for a moment. He was holding a paper towel to his forearm, and despite how badly she wanted to get out of there, she knew she couldn’t leave him if he really was hurt. Inhaling a deep breath, she set the clipboard down on the counter before she silently walked up to Emmett and stopped beside him at the bed. Avoiding his eyes, she opened the drawer of the nearby cabinet and pulled out some rubber gloves, feeling him watching her as she put them on. It was silent for a moment, and then Emmett spoke.

“Y/N, listen, the other night—" he began as he looked at her, her head still down. But she cut him off before he could finish.

“Sorry, there’s no talking allowed back here,” she said, shaking her head as she pulled some cleansing pads and gauze from the drawer. She still refused to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, we need to ta—”

“Shhh!” she cut him off again, her face burning with embarrassment.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me eventually,” he said.

She just shook her head and pursed her lips, saying nothing as she gingerly gripped his hand and lifted it along with the paper towel he was holding to his forearm. But upon revealing his arm, she saw that he had nothing more than a small scratch that had barely even drawn blood, let alone required an ER visit. Lifting her head slowly, she narrowed her eyes at him as she realized the trick he’d played.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he said by way of explanation, but Y/N just narrowed her eyes again.

“You can leave the same way you came in,” she said as she pulled off her gloves. She would kill Melissa for helping him pull this little stunt and sending her to see him.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” Emmett responded.

“Then you’re gonna be here a while,” Y/N replied, and she began to turn around. But before she could take a full step, Emmett reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“We need to talk about what happened the other night,” he said.

She shook her head feverishly.

“No, we don’t. We never need to talk about it. In fact, forget it even happened.”

Emmett looked her in the eyes.

“There’s no way I’m ever going to forget it,” he said. “And I don’t want to.”

Y/N felt the blush creep from the base of her throat to the roots of her hair.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked him, pulling her wrist out of his grasp. “Haven’t you embarrassed me enough?”

“I’m not trying to embarrass you,” Emmett said. “I’m trying to explain myself.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Y/N replied. “I know it was just some territorial thing. But if you don’t want me, then you don’t get to do that.”

“Who said I don’t want you?” Emmett responded, looking into her eyes.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she stared back at him, speechless.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured,” Emmett began explaining. “I know what you’ve been through, and even though it seemed like we were on the same page, I didn’t know for sure, and so I thought I should give you space.” He paused. “But then, I found out you agreed to Stacy’s set up.”

Turning, Y/N began to put the supplies she’d retrieved back in the drawer, not looking at him.

“Yes, I did, but not because I wanted to,” she said.

“Then why did you?” Emmett asked her.

Y/N turned back towards him but looked down at the floor.

“I was trying to get over you,” she replied quietly. “I thought maybe something was…happening with us, but then you got distant, and so I figured you decided you didn’t really want me.”

At that, Emmett reached out and gently grabbed her hand, and Y/N lifted her head to look at him.

“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” he said to her.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as they looked at each other and he pulled her slightly closer.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he continued, his voice lowered, conscious of the fact of where they were, but needing to tell her nonetheless. “And if anything I did made you question that or start putting yourself down, then I need to know how to convince you that you’re perfect, because I know how you talk down to yourself.”

Y/N blushed and shook her head, unsure how to respond. Absentmindedly, she began moving her hand around in his, their fingers playing together as she looked down.

“I’m not perfect,” she said quietly. “Not even close.”

Emmett pulled her even closer, bringing her between his legs before tugging his hand out of hers and instead lifting it to her face. As he cupped her cheek, he could feel the heat from her blush as he looked into her eyes.

“A woman who’s completely selfless, warm, loving to a fault, and sexy?” he raised his eyebrows and paused for emphasis. “I think that’s the definition of perfect.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding so hard that she guessed the thumping of her chest was visible under her scrub top. Emmett then gave her a small smile as he quickly looked down at her lips, and then back up to her eyes again.

“The added fact that you’re a sassy little piece of work just means there’s never a dull moment,” he finished.

Y/N’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she remembered how he’d called her sassy as he’d been between her legs in her kitchen the other night. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was remembering the same moment, but before she could let herself get any more embarrassed, Emmett pulled her the rest of the way to him and gently placed his lips on hers.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, and when he slipped his other arm around her waist, she lifted a hand and braced it on his chest. Kissing him, his arm around her, felt like finally arriving somewhere she was meant to be, and she didn’t want it to end. When Emmett eventually pulled back, he smiled again as she opened her eyes.

“I know you hate having me as a neighbor, my hands are never clean enough, and you’re a better parent to my own kids than I am, but is there any chance you’d consider canceling that blind date?” he said to her.

But Y/N suddenly frowned and looked at him in disbelief.

“What are you talking about?” she asked him incredulously. “You are an amazing father.”

Emmett just scoffed and shook his head.

“You are,” Y/N said. “Emmett, the fact that you have raised them on your own for this long, and they have turned into such wonderful kids, is just proof of how amazing of a father you are. I know firsthand how hard you work, and how much you’re there for them. If you think you’re not doing a great job, then maybe I should send you down the hall to have an MRI, because clearly, there’s something wrong in your head.”

At that, Emmett breathed out a laugh and pulled her closer again.

“How can you put yourself down so much but then say something like that about me?” he asked her.

“Because it’s true,” she replied as she looked at him. “You’re teaching them to be just as hardworking, kind, and good as you are. I’ve seen it. And if you weren’t so great, they wouldn’t be, either. But they are.”

Emmett squeezed her waist as he looked at her.

“You realize the impact you’ve had on them?” he said. “They adore you.”

The love was obvious in Y/N’s eyes.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever overstepped,” she said gently. “But I just can’t help but want to take care of them.”

Emmett didn’t know how it was possible for someone to be so incredible, but he did know that he would do whatever he could to try and show her how amazing she was.

“What about you?” he said. “If you ask me, it’s about time someone took care of you.” When she opened her mouth to protest, Emmett continued before she could say anything.

“And don’t you dare say you’re not important,” he said.

Y/N pursed her lips, as that was exactly what she was about to say.

“We’re gonna have to fix that,” Emmett finished, referring to the way she belittled herself.

He then pulled her closer once more and kissed her again, and as Y/N leaned into him, his hands rested on her hips. After a moment, he pulled away just enough for their lips to part, and he spoke again.

“Come over tonight,” he said, his voice quiet but heavy. “No expectations – I just want to be around you.”

Y/N’s heart was pounding again.

“What about the boys?” she said, her voice a little breathy.

“I’ll ask Stacy to keep ‘em tonight...or for the next month.”

Y/N giggled, and then she looked down at Emmett’s arm and ran her finger over the small scratch he had.

“I don’t know if you’re in any kind of shape for visitors,” she said teasingly. “You’ve been through quite the trauma here.”

“If it’s as bad as you say, then I definitely shouldn’t be alone,” he replied, playing along. “Do you make house calls?”

“Not usually,” Y/N said. She reached over to the counter and picked up a discharge sheet, gently shoving it into his chest and then pulling away from him. As she drew back the privacy curtain and stepped back into the hallway, she spoke once more, giving him a coy little smile before she turned away.

“But I’m willing to make an exception,” she said.

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