#Gator Tillman x Original character

[sadhours]

scumbag blues: 1) first it giveth

gator tillman x f!original character

contents: 18+ minors dni, sex work, mean!gator, slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, rough, anal play, choking, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, lots of spitting

The sheets are fresh, it’s the first thing Gator smells as he and Daisy walk through the doorway. She leans against the closed door, locking it and batting her lashes up at him. Big blue eyes behind false lashes and a scattering of sun sprouted freckles dusting the apples of her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Gator feels a little dizzy at the sight but his dad doesn’t approve of her, tells Gator he better stop paying for her services but he can’t help himself. Winds up at the Inn at least twice a week. Bills fresh from the ATM tucked neatly in his wallet, burning a hole in his pocket. Gator’s hands find her hips, holding her in place while his body crowds her tiny one. He’s a good seven inches taller than her. He gets off on the size difference, likes knowing he can easily throw her around.

Daisy’s fingers find the zipper of his utility vest, her pink stained lips parting as she tugs it down and smoothes her hands under it, pushing it off his shoulders. Gator lets it fall to the floor, cringing at the thud it makes as it hits the hardwood. Daisy then moves her hands to make purchase over his chest, making his skin chill with goosebumps. She gently squeezes his hips, blinking up at him with those coquettish eyes. Turns Gator to putty in her hands like that. Wills himself to stop thinking about how much dick she’s ran through today. Tells himself she don’t look at those men the way she’s looking at him. Daisy promises so, has Gator believing it like it changes anything.

Roy wouldn’t let him and even if he did, Daisy ain’t gonna stop turning tricks. Her dad thinks this is an Inn, but they make money ‘cause his little girls turned it into a brothel. Her mothers scarce, like his own. Gator doesn’t ask her personal questions like that. They keep it professional. Though he knows it ain’t, knows Daisy brings him to her personal bedroom and not one of the rooms for rent. Lets her rest her head on his chest after and tell him about her dreams. Kisses her stupid before he inevitably leaves.

“S’nice dress you got on,” he mumbles, “Put it on just for me?” It’s a white one, short with big flowy sleeves and her cleavage just about pours from it.

“Bought it just for you,” Daisy replies, fishing her manicured fingers in his pocket and retrieving his lime green vape. She holds it up, “You know the rule.”

“Dumb fuckin’ rule,” he grumbles but takes it from her, taking a deep pull from the little box and tilts his head back to exhale the smoke out towards the ceiling. He passes it back to her and Daisy side steps him to put it in her desk. Gator’s got a not so good habit about reaching for it while they’re in the throws of passion, Daisy ain’t a fan of the acidic fruity vapor in her face during sex. So she made a rule, it stays in her desk drawer until after he’s paid her.

“Gator,” she scolds, furrowing her brows as she looks at him.

“I’m just saying,” he raises his hands in defense before trailing to the bed. He sits on the foot of it, clicking his tongue and nodding to the ground before him. Daisy complies, getting on her knees and starts unlacing his boots with her French tip nails and looks up at him with those big eyes again. “Good girl,” he praises, placing his palms on the comforter.

Sometimes he makes her lick ‘em but he’s feeling sweet tonight. She looks a little too innocent for that right now. So he just watches carefully, humming in approval when she gets one boot off and massages his sweaty, socked foot. Daisy smiles, flush rising up her neck which has Gator thinking this part gets her real excited. Has half a mind to reach between her legs and find out. Daisy rubs her face against his knee, bouncing a bit where she sits before she moves onto the other boot. She doesn’t spend as much time in massaging that one before she’s reaching for the button of his cargos, Gator moves to unclip the strap on his thigh but Daisy stops him.

“Keep it on for now,” she pleads, pulling his cargos down as far as they’ll go with the strap on.

“Yeah? Got yourself a cop kink?” Gator teases.

“More like a Gator kink,” she mumbles and immediately looks like she regrets it, eyes wide and cheeks ruddy. She bites her lip and moves her hand to palm him through his underwear. He can’t dwell on what she said for long after that, hot pleasure rising up his legs as his cock twitches from the attention. A long, low groan pushes from his throat and she shushes him. Her daddy’s bedroom is next to hers.

“C’mon, stop teasing,” he hisses.

Daisy raises a brow, lips quirking into a smirk before she’s nudging her nose against his clothed cock. Gator gasps and his hips lift off the mattress for just a second. And then Daisy sniffs and Gator’s a little self conscious, knows he’s been sweating in these cargos all day. But Daisy groans softly and takes another whiff, squeezing the bottom of his thighs and lets out a moan.

“You’re nasty, ya know that?” Gator exhales shakily and Daisy rubs her face against his boner and tells him he smells so good. Pheromones or someshit, he doesn’t know but he knows it turns him on that she likes his scent. His cock fills out even more and he grabs a hold of her head, pressing her face flush against his briefs. Daisy mouths at his length through the fabric, digging her fingers into his thighs. “You fucking love that cock, don’tcha, darling? C’mon, show daddy how much you love it,” Gator groans out, loosening his grip on her head.

Daisy takes a breath as she pulls away, immediately hooking her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls ‘em down to get his erection out. Gator has to bite his lip to stifle the moan rising up his throat as she grips the base of him in her hand and licks a broad stroke up the underside of his cock. Daisy’s a real pro when it comes to head. Experience, Gator knows but she acts like she needs to suck it. Like she’s hungry for his cock. Daisy delivers kitten licks to his slit, moving her head with the motion before she wraps her lips around the head, giving a hard suck before taking him as far as he’ll go, hot and wet enveloping his cock. It twitches in her mouth and Gator pathetically moans out a “Oh, dear lord.”

He can feel her smile around the mouthful of him, has his hips rolling up on their own volition. For fucks sake, it feels so good. All the stress from work and his dad just dissipates like a switch. Gator’s sure that Daisy was put here on earth to service his cock, that’s what God made her for. And fuck, if he could marry her he’d do it in a heartbeat. Daisy pulls his cock out of her mouth with a pop before slapping it against her tongue and swallows before she asks him, “S’that feel good, daddy?”

“Yeah it does, sweetheart,” Gator bumbles out, “Get your mouth back to work.”

Daisy obliges with a giggle, running her pouty lips against the tip before slipping it between them. She sucks on his head, stroking him with her hand. Keeps her eyes locked on his face, like she’s eager to watch him fall apart. Like her whole self worth depends on whether or not she can make Gator cum. And he’s a fucking asshole.

“Aw, darlin,” he laughs softly, “You can do better than that, can’tcha?”

Daisy huffs through her nose, eyes squinting at him as she squeezes his cock in her hand but she clearly can’t help herself, as stubborn as she may pretend to be, she really just wants to please him. So Daisy sinks her mouth down on his cock, takes him until the head pushes against the back of her throat. She blinks quickly and Gator can see the tears prickling the corners of her eyes, slipping out and down her cheeks. Watches with his breath held as she exhales through her nose. He scoops her blonde hair up in his hands and holds it like a pony tail at the crown of her head, using the leverage to move her mouth as he pleases. Fucks her pretty little mouth until his balls are covered in her drool. Bucks his hips with it, reveling in the gagging sounds she makes around his length.

Gator’s real close to pulling her off, feels his orgasm is inching in quicker but it’s just too good to make her stop. He ain’t leaving here without filling her pussy though, it is what he pays for anyhow.

“Slower,” he whimpers out, hating the way it sounds on his ears but Daisy complies, pulls off of him and strokes him languidly in her hand. She blinks up at him, those eyes wide like she’s never done this before. The mortgage being paid for this place says something else though.

“Such a sweet girl,” Gator coos, “Do whatever you’re told.” He pats her bicep, “Up. Show me how wet y’are.”

Daisy flushes, standing up on shaky legs and lifts her dress above her waist. Her thong is white, slick soaked through and glistening on her thighs. Gator reaches forward and presses his fingers against the damp material. He moves them firmly up and down, Daisy rolls her hips into it and Gator lets out a low chuckle.

“Reckon you’re a good whore or… it’s only my cock that gets you soaked like this,” Gator muses, tilting his head as he pushes her panties to the side and gets his fingers against her folds. “Huh? You get this wet for those other fuckers?”

Daisy gasps, fingers grasping at the bunched material of her dress as she gazes down at his face.

“Answer me,” Gator demands when Daisy’s eyes glaze over from pleasure, his fingertips moving against her aching clit.

“No,” she whines, because it’s the truth. There’s bottles of lube hidden away in every single room. It’s nothing but men her fathers age and then there’s Gator. Handsome and around her age. Fucks her like he owns her. She won’t tell him he does. That she’s looking forward to their scheduled appointments. Cleans her room for him, wears clothes bought just for him and is soaking wet in anticipation. Hell, he’s the only client who gets to fuck her raw.

“That’s right,” he purrs, pulling his hand back and leans back against the bed, “Touch yourself for me.”

Daisy puts on a show, pushes her panties down mid thigh and spreads her lips with her fingers, giving him an eyeful of glistening folds. Rubs her pretty little clit in slow circles for him. Makes these breathy, quiet moans as she does it. Gator watches with an unimpressed expression that has Daisy insecure and eager to please. She slaps her pussy and inhales sharply at the way his eyebrows raise, moving to sink her fingers into her warm core. Fucking herself all slow and exaggerated, walls clenching around the digits and the desire to have his cock stretching them starts to get unbearable.

“Taste yourself,” Gator instructs.

She obliges instantly, shoving her fingers in her mouth and humming around them. Gator grins, eyes crinkling and Daisy clambers on top of him. Smashing their lips together desperately, grabbing his face and rocking her hips against him. Gator grabs her ass, squeezes it before delivering a harsh smack to the right cheek as he licks into her mouth. Daisy has a strict no kissing rule, but most of her rules go out the window when it comes to Gator. As much as she despises who he is, she’s overwhelmingly attracted to him. It’s carnal, animalistic the way they make out and rut against each other. Gator gropes her wherever he can, pressing his cock against her dripping cunt and rolling his hips. The most delicious slide, slick coating his shaft as he drags it through her folds. Their muffled moans fill the room as they writhe against each other. Daisy’s so goddamn wet Gator can feel it dripping down to his balls. He grabs her hair and tugs her back, breaking the kiss with strings of salvia still connecting their lips.

“Take that fucking dress off,” Gator demands, “Now.”

Daisy fumbles to pull the hem up and over her head, body exposed to him and his hands take advantage, smoothing down her sides and then back up to unclasp her lacy white bra. She tosses it aside and rolls her hips into him as his hands cup her breasts, thumbs grazing against her pert nipples. Daisy elicits a loud moan and Gator’s pinches her nipple and tugs it.

“Shh,” he scolds, “Don’t want your daddy knowing what an easy slut his little girl is.”

“Fuck,” Daisy gasps, hands moving to grab Gator’s wrist and forearm. His words produce a wave of euphoria laced shame, coating the length of his cock in even more slick. He uses her secret to blackmail her all the time, get dirt on her clients and get free services from her when he gets power hungry.

Gator hums, smirking up at her and says, “Does that make you wet? Screwing for money when daddy’s in the next room? Fuck, you’re such a whore. Picked the perfect profession.”

“Shut up,” she pleads in a moan.

“Ah ah,” Gator purses his lips as he smooths his hand up to wrap around Daisy’s neck, “I know you don’t wanna spend the night behind bars again. Soliciting a deputy and all.” Gator tsks, “Better behave.”

“Yes, sir,” Daisy gasps, feeling light headed with the pressure Gator’s got on her windpipe. Tells herself it’s part of the service, that she isn’t massively turned on by the power Gator truly holds. “I’m sorry, Deputy Tillman… I’ll be a good girl.”

“Music to my ears, darlin,” Gator drawls before giving a squeeze to her throat and letting go.

“How do you want me?” Daisy asks, breathlessly as her fingertips ghost down the swell of his biceps. She ignores the dumb tattoo peeking out of his sleeve.

“Ass up, face in the pillows,” Gator instructs and Daisy moves quick to get into position, thong still draped at her knees. Gator gets up, she can hear him undo his thigh strap and carefully placing it on the dresser before she feels him peel her underwear the rest of the way down. When she feels Gator’s hips pressing the globes of her ass, she knows he’s undressed. The tip of his cock grazes her fluttering hole, causing a whine to raise out of her throat and she pushes her ass back at him, desperate to catch the head of his cock in her hole and sink down on it. But Gator has other plans, grabs handfuls of her ass and spreads her cheeks before jiggling them in his hands. Watches her asshole flex from the motion and he spits on it, moving his thumb to spread his saliva against the hole she doesn’t let any other man touch. Hasn’t told Gator he’s the only man whose fucked her ass.

Gator spits again, uses it as lube to slip his thumb inside her asshole and groans lowly as Daisy’s toes curl.

“That’s it,” he coos, “Such a good little whore for me.”

Daisy keens, grabbing onto the pillows as she pushes her ass back at him. He spanks her with his right hand, so hard she’s sure she’s got an angry, red print of Gator’s large hand on it. Then he’s grabbing the base of his cock, swirling the head of it around Daisy’s clenching, dripping hole. He slips it in, but keeps it shallow. Just the tip.

“C’mon, Daisy,” he says condescendingly, “Fuck that dirty hole on my cock.”

Daisy’s head is swimming with just the tip, the notion that this is work completely vacated her thoughts. This is pure pleasure, all play and no work. Daisy fully believes in this moment that she exists to be used by Gator and God’s a real kind son of a bitch for giving her that purpose. She rolls her hips back, sinking down on Gator’s cock and he gasps. Her eyes are rolling back as he fills her up, all the way down to his tight balls. His cockhead presses into her g-spot so deliciously Daisy cannot hold back the guttural moan punching through her lips. He’s the only client to make her cum, to make sex enjoyable.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhales, “Tight little cunt, no matter how many dicks you take.”

His filthy words make both her holes clench around him. Gator wiggles his thumb and then uses the grip he’s got on her to drag her up and down his cock. He’s so thick and she’s squeezing him so tight. Can’t imagine not taking Gator raw. Needs to feel him without the stinky, thin layer of latex.

“Christ,” he moans softly, “Just keep squeezing that dick. You love it so much.”

Daisy fucks back against him, her nipples brushing against the bedspread as her tits sway with the motions. The sensation spreads hotly down her spine. The wet sounds of Gator’s cock sliding in and out of her cunt fill her ears, sprouting goosebumps over her skin as desperation starts to take over her. With each thrust of their hips, their skin meets with a sweaty slap and the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot. Gator keeps letting out these low grunts, right hand gripping her hip tight enough to leave bruises. All the marks on her skin are left from him.

“So wet,” he chokes behind clenched teeth, “My little whore, all fucking mine.” He slaps her ass, “Yeah? I own this tight fuck hole, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she cries out, the slapping sounds of their skin gaining in tempo as Gator pounds into her relentlessly.

“Say it, bitch,” Gator seethes, moving her hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her harder against the mattress, “Tell me who owns this fucking pussy.”

Daisy turns her head, though her voice is still slightly muffled as she whimpers out, “You own this pussy, Gator owns me…”

“Damn fucking right,” he grunts. And just as he slips his thumb out of her ass to grip her hips, his radio goes off.

“Gator, do you copy?” that static laced voice rings throughout the room but the deputy ignores it, drilling into Daisy at breakneck speed, pushing involuntarily little yelps from her.

“Gator, you there?” Again, the voice comes through. “Gator,” in a singing tune.

“Fucking useless pricks,” he pulls out from Daisy and climbs off the bed. She sighs as she flips onto her back, rubbing her pussy as she watches his plump ass while he walks over to his vest.

“I’m fuckin’ busy,” he says into the radio and drops the vest, turning and grinning from ear to ear as he sees Daisy laid back, running her fingers through her folds as she eyes his hard cock.

“Fuckin’ busy or busy fuckin’?” The voice replies as Gator makes it to the edge of the mattress, stroking his cock while his eyes rake over Daisy’s body. “You with that whore again, ain’t ya, Gator?”

He rolls his eyes and climbs back on the mattress, gets between Daisy’s legs and slaps the head of his cock against her pussy, “Ignore ‘em, they’ll leave us alone.”

Daisy is used to what everyone says about her. Hell, the majority of Stark County Sheriff’s Department has paid for her services. She’d be amiss to ignore the realization that Gator talks about her to them, though.

“You tell ‘em about me?” she giggles, moving her hands up to play with her nipples while Gator drags the tip of his cock through her folds.

“Sure do,” he mumbles, “Tell ‘em you let me fuck your ass for no extra charge.”

“You get a flat fee,” Daisy admits, looking up to see his gelled back hair coming undone, the longer strands flopping out. He’s so frustratingly good looking, can’t help herself to grab his arms and pull his lips to hers. As Gator kisses back, he slips his cock into her hole which makes Daisy moan against his lips. Her legs come up to wrap around his waist and her arms drape around his shoulders.

He grinds into her cunt nice and deep before snapping his hips, head of his cock hitting her cervix in a way that has her body jolting and nails dragging down his back. Tears fill her eyes at the sharp sensation but Gator doesn’t relent, pounding into her pussy with abandon. Daisy has to bite his lip to stifle her cries but the assault makes Gator growl and break the kiss, pulling back and wrapping his fingers around her neck. Not applying too much pressure, but pressing her into the bed while he hammers his hips impossibly faster and harder, face all contorted in frustration and pleasure.

“Ya wanna bite me, bitch?” he grunts out.

Daisy whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head as Gator drills into her. Euphoria radiating all over her body as Gator slams against her g-spot repeatedly, turning Daisy into a drooling, incoherent mess as her voice attempts to apologize. Gator pouts, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as he slows his thrusts.

“Poor girl, make you cockdrunk already?” his voice is just a tad shaky, like he’s struggling not to fuck her into oblivion. “We just barely started, darlin.”

That’s another thing different about Gator as a client, the sex lasts hours. They usually do it more than once. Rest of her clients can barely last five minutes. Daisy wouldn’t complain though. Four hundred bucks for five minutes of laying on her back isn’t bad. Course, Gator gets a discounted price. Half off. It started because she actually enjoyed herself, had a rough time considering it work. Until he would leave, drop the cash on her dresser and not talk to her until he showed up for their next appointment. Gator makes her remember its work.

He drags his fingers down her arms before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, leaning down to connect their lips again. Daisy whimpers against it, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist and trying to chase the europhoria she felt just seconds ago. If he hadn’t slowed down she would’ve came. Gator likes to take his time, really drag it out of her. He can’t do anything without making it convoluted and difficult. Which he proves by shoving his cock as deep as it’ll go, their skin flush and then stills his hips. Pants into the kiss, moves his free hand up to squeeze her tit again. Daisy flicks her tongue against his and he wraps his lips around it, sucking on her tongue as he attempts to penetrate her even deeper. Fruitless, his cocks into the hilt, balls pressed against her ass.

The kiss quickly devolves into the pair of them moaning into open mouths, Gator thrusts but barely pulls back. And his cock is so hard and firm, Daisy’s squeezing around it with all she’s worth. Fuck, they’re libel to get stuck like this. Animals in heat. Pleasure swirling around in her stomach, bleeding down to all her nerves. They’re as connected as they’ll ever be, in the most raw and guttural way they can be. She opens her eyes as he pulls back, whimpers when his cock goes with him and she’s left feeling empty. Gator spreads her legs, looks down at her cunt and let’s a line of spit drip from his lips to her pretty, fucked bright pink pussy.

“Think it’s time you earned your money,” he pats her thigh, “Ride me, cowgirl.”

Daisy knows she’s well earned her money as is but she isn’t gonna say no to riding Gator. Gains a bit of her power back in that position. She nods enthusiastically and straddles Gator once he’s on his back, smoothes her hands through his chest hair and grazes her fingertips against his nipples. It earns her an almost pathetic moan from the man and Daisy’s giddy on it. She grinds her slicked up pussy against his hard cock, the slide easy from how soaked he gets her.

“C’mon, now,” he quirks an eyebrow, “Get on that cock and show me what you’re worth.”

Daisy licks her lips, lifts herself up and grabs hold of Gator’s erection, the head easily catches on her hole and she sinks down on him. Her puffy lips fall open as he fills her, a saccharine moan pouring out of her. He hums, eyes locked on where their bodies connect.

Then he directs her, “Slow. Wanna see it all. Need to see your pussy swallowin’ that cock.”

Holding onto his thighs, she leans back and slowly lifts her hips. Up until just the tips inside. She watches Gator’s expressions intently, his brown eyes blown wide with this hazy lust in them. Cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. His lips are swollen from the kisses.

“Take that cock, baby,” he mumbles out, sounding so delightfully dazed.

Baby. The word goes right to her head, makes her stomach fill with butterflies. Daisy complies, sinking back down on it and repeating the languid motions a few more times before she can’t take it anymore. Needs it faster and harder. Gator turns into a bumbling puddle, moaning out as he encourages her, “That’s it, yeah. Fuck yourself on my dick. Oh, yeah…”

“Gator,” she whines out, milking his cock with her tight cunt. Bouncing on his cock, squeezing his thighs for leverage. Her eyebrows pinch together and her mouth hangs open, chasing that burst of ecstasy only Gator can give her.

“Yeah, you filthy little slut,” he seethes, teeth clenched as his eyes dance around from their sexes up to her eyes and down to her tits.

Daisy huffs, moving a hand so she can rub erratic circles against her throbbing clit. Balancing herself on the one hand still plastered on Gator’s thigh. Feels the way her legs burn from exertion but she’s too focused on chasing the orgasm teasing her insides. Rides him like a woman gone mad. Gator’s moans turn breathless and border on whimpering, be it by her cunt quickly working his cock or her animalistic determination to get herself off, it’s doing something to him.

“Really workin’ for it, yeah?” Gator babbles out, “Gonna make yourself cream all over my cock, baby?”

“Feels so fucking good,” she heaves through pants.

“Mmm,” Gator’s hands snake around her hips, his own legs spreading which makes Daisy falter and she lets out a frustrated whine. “Don’t stop,” Gator tells her, fingers digging into her skin.

He begins thrusting up at her, the pair of them relentlessly humping each other. It’s a little sloppy, but the force of Gator’s hips pushes her over the edge. Intense waves of absolute heaven rippling through her, mouth open in a silent scream as she writhes against Gator. Vision gone absolutely white, riding out her orgasm blindly. Gator growls a laugh while he watches, reveling in the way her face scrunches and contorts as her body starts to buzz all over. He’s following close behind, before Daisy’s orgasm even finishes she feels his hot, thick seed filling her and leaking down the sides of his cock. Makes her cry out, body collapsing on top of him as he wraps an arm around her and fucks up into her, emptying all he’s got in her sore, used hole.

“Gator, Gator, Gator,” she chants breathlessly in his ear, tears trailing hotly down her cheeks as the aftershocks of her orgasm have her rolling her hips against him. Imagines he’s her husband. Imagines this is a marital love. That when they’re out in public they don’t hate each other.

He hums, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he’s pushing her off of him. Daisy lays on the mattress beside him, panting as she tries to catch her breath. Gator’s panting too, turns on his side and grabs her hip to pull her close. Drapes his arm around her as his lips find hers and they share lazy kisses.

“You let anyone else cum in ya?” he wonders aloud, lips dragging along hers. He hopes not. Can’t be too sure of her answer anyhow. She is a working girl after all. He pays her to be what he wants her to be. He still fantasizes about knocking her up, telling his dad he’s got no choice but to be with Daisy and keep filling her up with babies. She’s on birth control though, has that chip in her arm he hates so much.

“Gator,” she sighs as she presses her hand to his jaw and kisses him softly, “You’re the only one I let fuck me raw. Therefore… you’re the only man who's nut in me.”

He cringes, “Don’t talk like that. S’not ladylike.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m not much of a lady,” she kisses him again, can’t stop kissing him.

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[seabreeze1969]

Strawberry Pancakes

Summary: Gator Tillman meets OC stripper. She is reluctant to give him a dance, but ends up enjoying it a little too much. He is more than happy to break some rules with her.

Tags/Warnings: strippers, thigh riding, lap dance, power dynamics, paid intimacy, dirty talk, teasing

Chapter One

~Gator

It was the second Friday of May. Every other Friday he found himself sitting in the back of The Tender Trap, a local strip club, with an envelope in his pocket as he waited for a militia man to collect the hefty support of Sheriff Roy Tillman, his father. It was an easy job. That’s why his father gave it to him. At least it was supposed to be easy. But things never came easy to Gator.

As his lazy gaze glossed around the small club, his heart caught in his throat. He wasn’t met with Roxy or Crystal, the usual dancers who would throw him winks every now and again. He saw a young woman he’d never seen before. He was sure if she had been there any of the other Fridays he would’ve known.

Her legs were toned, but covered in stockings forcing him to imagine the bare skin underneath. As his gaze slithered further up skipping over her bare stomach to her breasts he started to feel his pants tighten. The white laced cups pushed up her small tits and had them spilling out over the low top. And finally he reached her face. Her bouncy brown curls framed her soft face, and he couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open as he caught her big doe eyes.

He knew he must’ve looked like a moron sitting there with his jaw on the floor, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in person. Something straight off of one of those raunchy old bikini posters he tacked behind his bed.

Before he could stop himself his feet carried him over to the seats closest to the stage where she was entertaining two other men. The closer he got the more her eyes narrowed at him and she suddenly seemed familiar, “Wait a minute. Aren’t you the doc’s kiddo? Miss Grey?” He’d seen her only a couple times when he had to visit the local clinic after a job went sideways, and she looked vastly different in layers of clothes and thick rimmed glasses. But she had given him that same narrow look.

“No, sir,” she shook her head, her full lips turning into a pout, “My name is Candy.”

“Hah, yeah sure it is,” he huffed a laugh, “Anyways, aren’t you a little too smart to be dancing around half naked?”

And then it was her turn to laugh, “If smarts had anything to do with it you’d be the one in heels up here, sheriff.”

“Ouch, sour Candy. You trying to hurt my feelings, girl?” Gator mocked hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart.

“Were you trying to hurt mine?” She shot back.

“No. How about you make it up to me with a dance?”

“Aren’t you on duty?”

“Nah, I just dress like this for fun,” he hooked his thumbs into the bulky sheriff’s vest, showing it off.

“Won’t it be a bad look for your father?” It was true his father’s election was going to be up soon.

“He’ll be alright. You running out of excuses?” Gator checked.

“I could just say ‘no.’ If you don’t want to take a hint,” she condescended, and that just made him want her all the more. No way in hell was she gonna say ‘no’ to him. He had all the power he needed in the envelope, who would even notice if a couple of the hundreds were missing? Taking less than a second to decide he pulled out the envelope and started counting out the hundred dollar bills that he definitely should not be spending at a strip club.

“Are you deaf? Or just dumb?” Candy frowned, but as he continued to count them she changed her tune, “Holy smokes, where’d you get all that?”

He waved three hundreds at her, “How bout that dance?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling with the decision, but then she nodded in defeat, “Let’s go.” She hopped off the stage, and took his hand in her own. Her hand was trembling, until she squeezed him a little harder, and he pretended not to notice it. Pretended he was far too preoccupied with the way her ass swayed back and forth in her little white lace underwear.

In the private room there was one lone chair in the center with dark velvet couches surrounding it. As she stepped into the room her white undergarments turned dark red with the lights. She led him to the chair in the center of the room, shoving him down roughly. He made a show of it for her, collapsing into the chair even though he was barely moved from her hands pushing his chest, “Take it easy, baby.”

She ignored him, sliding her hands across his chest into his leather jacket, to slip it off, taking his vest with it. She hooked it on the back of the chair, which still left him in his bulky hoodie.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart,” he grinned as she walked in front of him again. He drank her in once again now that he had her all to himself. Her slim ankles wrapped in the white plastic straps of the clear high heels that were giving her an extra half foot at least. She looked a little unsteady as his gaze raked up the stockings, lingering on the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. He imagined for a moment how her legs would wrap around him, how he’d grip her hips. The swell of her hips was accentuated as she took a small step toward him, shifting her weight. As his eyes moved up he found her chest rising and falling in quick breathes, her breasts spilling out of the wired corset cups on every intake. Her blush went all the way down her neck, and when his gaze flickered up to her eyes she cast hers to the floor.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he admonished half-heartedly, pleased with her little show of innocence. It was charming.

She took another deep breath, drawing his attention back down to her breasts once again, and unballed her fists, starting to undo the bottom of her corset top. He watched her struggle with the little wire clasps that ran up the front for a long minute before he finally huffed a little laugh, “You need a hand?”

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, and he wondered if it was more than just a show. Then she frowned and gritted, “Shut up.” And he knew it wasn’t. And that made his cock twitch in his pants. She finally got all the clasps undone and then tossed the offending garment on the couch beside her, unable to hide her pride at getting the damned thing off. She locked her arms in front of her, covering up her exposed nipples. He barely caught a glimpse of the pink skin. And then she seemed to realize what she had done and forced her arms behind her back, sticking out her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” she finally confessed, but he had gathered that.

“I can tell,” he chuckled, “This might be the worst strip dance I’ve ever seen.”

That seemed to set something off in her. He was good at setting people off. Her cheeks were puffed out in anger as she slowly sank down to her knees, not bothering to hide her disgust at the old tile floors. And then she crawled on her hands and knees to him, swaying her hips and holding his stare like it was a challenge. He kicked his boots out on either side of him, making room for her between his thighs. Then he locked his fingers behind his head and reclined a little, the picture of unbothered, indifferent to her. And he saw exactly what he wanted. That angry determination swirling in those narrowed eyes as she let her cheek rest on his inner thigh.

She ran her hands up his shins, to the expanse of his muscular thighs. He felt the heat of her palm reach the bulge of his hardening cock, straining under his cargo pants. Her brow went up in accusation, “For the worst dance you’ve ever had, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“I’m easy,” he shrugged. Then her tongue was licking a stripe over the outline of his dick and his mouth fell open as he was unable to maintain his cool attitude toward the half naked woman between his legs. That had to be against the rules.

Before he could recover she was swinging her hips to the low vibrations of the bass that penetrated the room. She came up to her full height, giving him an eyeful of her breasts, making his mouth start salivating. Maybe he had just fallen for an act of innocence. Massaged them in his face, letting her head roll back as she let a small moan slip past her lips. His hands were moving on their own, in an attempt to assist her, when she slapped them away, “Hands by your side, deputy, or I’ll use your stupid cuffs on you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled out slow, gripping the sides of the chair to keep them there, but her threat just turned him on even more. Having her handcuff him sounded like a damn good time to him.

She swung one leg over his so her back was to him, and crawled down the slope of his leg, leaving her ass high in the air, and his hands squeezing the sides of the chair as she bounced a little on his leg. And then in time with music she was snapping back to sitting upright and grinding her hips just an inch above his thigh, letting him see that she was actually getting wet. Then she stepped out again, twisting to face him and kicked one of his boots so his legs came together before she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair just enough to make his head lull back and seek her fingers. He hadn’t felt a touch like that in years, something intimate and gentle. Hell, if he knew a strip dance felt this good he would’ve started skimming money a long time ago, but he had a feeling it was just her making him feel this way.

She bit her lip, trying to contain a grin, and he felt like he was losing the game he had set up. But she made losing feel good.

Then the song switched from fast paced to a slow jam and she lit up, standing to dance in front of him once again. She was familiar with the song, mouthing the words as she ran her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair the way his hands wanted to. While she mouthed the explicit lyrics, he imagined her in his ear whispering filth only he would ever hear.

Her body rolled in time with the slow beat and she ran her hand down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and dipped between her legs for just a second before she pulled her hand back and ran her tongue over them, her tongue that was nearly on his dick when he had ticked her off. “You want a taste?” she asked, tilting her head curiously, and only then had he noticed his mouth had fallen open in want. He only nodded, sticking his tongue out as she stepped closer to him again with her outstretched hand. Her fingers were glossy from her spit as she brushed them gently over his upper lip, avoiding his tongue, and then pulled back, leaving him running his tongue along his lip trying to taste her. He thought maybe she was wearing some kind of strawberry chapstick as he savored a distant artificial sweetness.

He hummed his approval, and when he caught her eye again her pupils were blown wide. He could nearly see himself reflected in them. He was in a similar state. And then she stepped one leg between his and slowly lowered her hips onto his thigh, grinding on him in time with the music. Her skin was hot, like her entire body was blushing. It gave him goosebumps under his jacket where her warmth couldn’t reach.

And then she made a noise in the back of her throat that had him choking on the air in the room, which was suffocating him with a palpable heat. It wasn’t an over the top moan like from the porn he usually watched, it was a whine she had tried to hide but it slipped past her lips anyways. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.

She bit her lip and looked at him apologetically, “Hah, sorry.” And the weight of her lifted up, before his hands flew out to stop her.

“No, don’t stop,” he lifted his knee in a jerk response, applying more pressure to her clit. He pulled and pushed her waist back and forth over his thigh, making her breath quicken. She was so sensitive, shaking like a leaf as he pushed his thigh up hard against her, with intention. He wanted to give her that friction which clearly affected her. His eyes traveled down her body to find a wet spot on his camouflage, “Gonna make a mess on my trousers, girl.”

She looked away in embarrassment as he looked up at her in awe. Her lower lip trembled as he leaned forward, bringing his hand to cradle her cheek. He was completely entranced in her glowing red face. He wanted to stop the anxious tremble of her lip, soothe her embarrassment away however he could. But he found no words, instead leaning in, and letting his eyes slip closed as he brushed his thumb down her bottom lip. He could feel her sharp intake of breath nearly against his mouth. He can’t remember wanting something as simple as a kiss with such an intensity before.

She shoved at his chest and stumbled backwards, catching herself on the edge of the couch. His head was spinning from the whiplash as he watched her catch her breath moving as far away from him as the couch would allow.

“No kissing the clients,” she finally spoke after a few beats of heavy breathing.

“No? Just everything else?” He joked a little, trying to recover his own breathing and will his raging erection to go away. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she started clipping the corset back on.

He stood and slid back into his leather jacket and vest, slicking his hair back which had gotten a little disheveled when she played with it earlier. Then she awkwardly put her hand out and he remembered what he had promised her for such a nice private dance and handed her three hundred, “That’s some technique for your first time.”

“I’m a quick learner,” she nodded, gripping the cash like he was going to snatch it back from her and run. She led him back out into the main room without so much as looking at him and then ran back to the locker rooms, still a little unsteady as his eyes followed her out.

“I’ve been waiting out here for nearly a half hour,” complained Henry, getting up from the bar when he saw Gator. He barely understood the words, too busy thinking about how there was no way in hell he could wait another two weeks to see her again. She gave him a high he knew he’d be hooked on until the day he died. He figured he’d be a married man and still jerk off to her.

“Boy! You hear me? When your daddy hears about you fucking around--” Henry started to threaten, finally pulling Gator’s attention away from the girl. The shove of the white envelope into Henry’s chest cut him off.

“My daddy ain’t gonna hear about it, unless you want me burning this money up and telling him you fucking backward ass hillbillies lost it,” he said it softly with a half smile, contrasting the shouting of the older man who got even angrier as he lost his power.

“We’ll see about that. Don’t make me wait while you’re getting your dick sucked. If you’re daddy don’t make you answer to him. I’ll make you answer to me. Understand, son?”

“Maybe if your wife was better at it you wouldn’t have had to wait so long,” Gator leaned into the man, his hand hovering over the gun in his thigh holster.

“Alright, your time's coming, boy. Your time’s coming.”

“Whatever you say, Henry,” Gator grinned at him, “I’ll see you later.” He waved himself out and hopped into his truck.

He reached for his vape in his pocket, taking a long drag reigniting the buzz in his head that was worked up in the back room of The Tender Trap. He was trying to remember the way her face looked when she moaned, but his memories weren’t coming out right. He needed to see her again. And soon enough he was hard again as he drove back to the Tillman Ranch. The road was lonely and dark that night as he started to touch himself.

#gator tillman #smut #gator tillman x original character #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x reader #joe keery #i need him #i want him #steve harrington #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #stranger things #spree #spree 2020 #fargo season 5 #fargo fx #fargo #fargo s5 #gator tillman smut #stranger things 4 #original character #he’s so babygirl #he’s beautiful #he’s an asshole #cutie patootie #i love him

[buckysgrace]

Every Little Thing Masterlist

Gator Tillman x Daphne Williams (Fem!OC)

Daphne Williams has slowly been filling the hole in her heart for the past three years. She poured herself into traveling, into meeting new interesting people and learning new tricks and habits. She’s finally moved on and found herself a caring fiancé who she’s sure her parents will adore. There’s only one person she could think of that would ruin her happiness: Gator Tillman.

(18+ smut, cheating, references to underage sex and homophobia, cheating, unplanned pregnancy)

The Bones

My Heart Can't Tell You No

Passionate As Sin

Religiously

December

Blue

I Keep Looking

Cowboys Never Cry

Butterflies

Springsteen

Sand in My Boots

Photograph

The Last Time

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

Colder Weather

Rock and A Hard Place

Forever and Ever, Amen

Why Won't You

Meant To Be

Bubbles

Life With You

Here Comes the Sun

Roses in the Rain

Take Your Time

Love Me Like You Mean It

Strangers

Slow Burn

In the End

Linda

Second Chance

Smoke & a Light

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman x oc #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman x fem!OC #Gator Tillman x Original Character #Gator Tillman x Original Female Character #Daphne Williams #Every Little Thing #Gator x Daphne

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

A Sweatervest and Squeaky Shoes

Gator Tillman x Kirby Rivers (OC)

[ Kirby's Bio ] [ Part One ] [ Part Two ]

♤ Summary: Kirby sneaks into the hospital to see Gator after everything that happens at the ranch.

♤ Warnings: canon x oc paring, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, mentions of Gators torture, blind Gator

♤ A/N: once again for you my dearest! @jozstankovich 💚 Reblogs and comments are cherished and loved! 💖🍒💖

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Kirby's shoes squeak against the shiny hospital floor, he winces, runs his hands down his front for the millionth time since he left home. They feel ridiculous, a fucking sweatervest over the one, semi nice, t-shirt they have. He huffs, takes a deep breath, and ducks into the elevator.

It hadn't been hard to find out Gator's floor and room number. All the FBI agents milling about weren't exactly quiet. The issue would be getting into the room.

Kirby's fingers drum against his pant leg, his only nice pants as well. Black jeans, a little baggy, but they looked nice with the outfit. He tugs at the neckline of his shirt, uncomfortable, always are when they're wearing so many fucking clothes.

The doors slide open and Kirby pops his head out first. Checking both ways like he's crossing the street. Nobody there. Not a nurse or doctor in sight. He steps out, aims for casual as he walks down the hall, following the signs to the room number he'd overheard.

The nurses station is empty as well. The first person he sees is the gaurd on the door when he peeks around the corner. Kirby drops their head against the wall.

"Fuck." He breathes, his eyes move down the hall and land on the still empty nurses station. He runs back to it, hears footsteps behind him and ducks behind the desk.

He watches the guard walk around the corner and down the hall they'd come from.

"I'm headin down now." The man says into the radio on his shoulder. The radio crackles, Kirby doesn't understand what's said, but hears the man's response.

"Oh who cares if the door isn't guarded for ten fuckin minutes. Where's he gonna go? He's can't fuckin see. He ain't goin anywhere. I'm comin down." He's annoyed, Kirby hears the elevator doors open, and then close. They shoot back to their feet and run, their shoes squeaking the whole way. He rounds the corner too fast and nearly falls, runs into the wall and rights himself before jogging the last few steps to the door.

"Ten minutes." Kirby whispers to himself, rests his hand on the doorknob, just now realizing it might be locked. His heart pounding in his chest, he rests his head against the door, digs his teeth into his lip, and presses down.

The handle moves. Kirby nearly yells in celebration but hunches his shoulders and holds it in, pushes the door open the smallest possible amount, and quietly ducks inside. He turns once he's in, rests his back against the door, tries to catch his breath.

But his eyes adjust to the dark quickly, and he sees the curain pulled around the bed. His stomach twists, his heart kicking back up again. Their hands are sweating, they wipe them on their pants and take a few small, squeaky, steps forward.

"Who's there?" Gator's voice. He sounds scared, Kirby hears rustling as he moves on the hospital bed.

"It's me." Kirby says, his voice small to his own ears, and he realizes that might not be enough.

"K-Kirby?" His voice falters and shakes and it pulls Kirby forward. They move fast, ducking under the curtain, nearly getting tangled when they stand back up. His hands find the foot of Gator's bed and he pulls himself up, swats at the curtain until it falls away from his shoulders and then he turns.

Gator's eyes are covered, bright white bandages wrapped around his head. His hair is no longer neat and slicked back, strands falling into his face where they've come loose. There's dirt, and blood, Kirby's sure, staining the skin of his face and hands.

Kirby hears the whimper that leaves him, his hands clutching his stomach as he takes a few steps around the bed. Gator's head turns with the sounds of his shoes. And seriously what the fuck was on his shoes that was making them do that?

"Yeah." Kirby finally says,

"It's me." Their voice soft. Gator listens to the last few steps, and then hangs his head.

"How'd you get in here?" He asks, his fingers, dirty and bloodstained around the nails, pick at the sheets. Kirby swallows, hard, wipes at the tears falling over his cheeks.

"I uh," he clears his throat, tries again,

"I snuck past the guard. He went downstairs. Someone else is comin up I guess. Ten minutes." He repeats the time again, glances at the door, has no idea how long it's been. Gator nods, slowly.

"You'll be in trouble if they catch you in here." He's frowning, Kirby can see his eyebrows drawing down, pressing into the bandages.

"I've been in trouble before." Kirby says, teeth worrying into his lip, their hand twitches toward Gator, fingers jumping and dancing near his leg.

"Not this kinda trouble." Gator says, turns his head away, stubborn as always. Kirby huffs, grabs the chair by the bed and drags it loudly across the floor, scoots it close to Gator's bed and throws himself into it.

"I don't care! Gator. I just-" he sniffles, wipes at his face again.

"I saw the ranch on the news. They said people were dead." Kirby bites at the last word, takes a deep shaking breath he knows Gator can hear. Gator drops his head back onto the pillow behind him.

"I'm not dead." He sighs, fingers twitching on the bed sheets, and Kirby can't take it, he reaches out and grabs Gator's hand, presses his palm flat over the back of it, curls his fingers under and holds on. The rough material of the cast presses deep into his skin, he doesn't care, barely feels it. Just feels the skin underneath.

"I can see that. And I knew that. They said- they said you gave him up. Roy. On the news. They said a lot of other stuff. But I didn't really hear it." He cleared his throat again, another sniffle.

"Are you cryin?" Gator asks, his hand pressing up into Kirby's.

"No." Kirby denys immediately, watches the corner of Gator's mouth twitch.

"Shut up." He says, squeezes Gator's hand.

"I'm okay." Gator whispers it, turns his hand under Kirby's and slides his fingers between theirs, the best he can.

"Are you? What happened? Did your dad do this to you?" Kirby sniffles again, drags his free hand under his nose and keeps his eyes on Gator's face. He shakes his head slowly, his messy hair bunching up against the pillow.

"Not him. Same guy who did this." He wiggles his arm genlty, his hand clenching Kirby's as he moves it.

"Wh- I don't- why?" Kirby stammers, hates when he does that. Scrunches his face up at the bad memories of stammering through school, and rubs at his eye, pushing his knuckle deep for a distraction.

"Cuz I fucked up. I couldn't let it go." His lip wobbles, Kirby watches him pull it between his teeth and slam his head back into the pillow, once, hard.

"Hey! Don't. Just- don't do that." Kirby's on his feet now, his hand on Gator's head, moving some of his hair away from his face.

"I'm so fuckin stupid. I just couldn't let it go. And he fucking left me there. He just left me." His voice is strained now, Kirby can see his throat clenching. They bite their own lip, watching Gator's face, can he cry like that? Is there even anything behind the bandages to cry.

Kirby swallows around the fire in their throat and leans down, tucks their head against Gator's neck. He feels Gator's arms move around him slowly. His cast hard against their back, his other hand on their shoulder, gentle, moving slow, so he doesn't dislodge the IV in his hand.

"You're not stupid. You're just- so fucking stubborn Gate." Kirby sniffles again, rubs his tears and his nose on Gator's shoulder and pulls back. Gator's hand moves down his arm as they pull away, not wanting to stop touching him. Kirby doesn't ask who left him. Doesn't need to.

Kirby sees the small smile fade as Gator sits there. They move their fingers over his forhead, then along the bottom of the bandages. Kirby cups his face, smiles when Gator leans into the touch.

"Thanks for comin to see me." He mumbles, his casted hand moving to cover Kirby's, genlty, pulling it away from his face. He rests their tangled hands on the bed again as Kirby sits back down.

"Wild dogs couldn't have kept me away." Kirby sniffles again, but his chest feels lighter, with Gator in front of him, awake. Alive.

"What about a room full of spiders?" Gator asks, his finger pressing into Kirby's palm, just feeling him, touching him.

"Oh fuck that. You would'a been on your own sir." Kirby tells him, matter of fact. The laugh that bursts out of Gator makes Kirby smile so big his cheeks burn, tears falling again as Gator snorts and rubs at his nose carefully, shaking his head gently.

"Gee thanks." He says, voice flat.

"Hey. I got past the wild dogs man. Okay? I tried. I did my best." Kirby teases, bites his lip. Pulls Gator's hand to his mouth and kisses across his knuckles. His stomach fluttering when Gator presses his fingers into his lips, moves them up to his cheek, his thumb moving over Kirby's lips in their place.

"Seriously." Gator says, his head leaning forward.

"Yeah. Anytime. Told you I'd be there for you." Kirby shrugs, knows Gator can't see it. It doesn't matter.

"Are you- will you be able to see? When those come off?" Kirby asks, they pull Gator's hand back down, resting on the bed again. Gator's fingers twitch in his hold, he sniffs loudly, his other hand moving to fiddle with the bottom of the bandages resting on his cheek.

"They don't know yet. Not for sure. Said my left eye looked promising. Whatever that means." He shrugs, leans his head back again, sighing deep in his chest.

"I think it's what they say when they mean it's better than nothing." Kirby shrugs too, their eyes glued to Gator's face, their fingers twitch against the bedding. Curiosity burning under the surface.

"What did he do? Exactly. To your eyes?" Kirby blurts,  cringes when Gator turns his head toward him slowly.

"Sorry. Don't- you don't have to- answer that. Sorry." Kirby frowns down into their lap, shaking their head at themselves.

"He heated a knife in a fire and cut my eyes out. Or... he tried too. Guess he missed the left one." Gator's voice is emotionless.

"Jesus christ. What- fuck." Kirby says, oh so eloquently. Gator snorts, nods.

"Yeah. That sums it up pretty well." He says, noding again, his mouth a tight line.

"I shouldn't have asked." Kirby says, voice quiet.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't." He says, quiet, Kirby's head whips up, there's a small tilt to Gator's mouth, like he wants to smile. Hell, that is a smile for him.

"Yeah?" Kirby asks, smiling, feeling giddy. Gator's not mad. Not mad that he can't control his fucking mouth. Gator nods, gives Kirby's hand a squeeze.

"Wish I could see you." He sighs, head falling back again.

"Oh yeah? How come? I haven't changed much in three days." They tease, teeth digging into their lip. Their cheeks feeling warm at the thought, that Gator wants to see them.

"Just tryin to image the looks people gave you when you walked in." Gator muses, his head turning, toward Kirby, even though he can't see them.

"What do mean?" Kirby frowns.

"Your clothes aren't usually hospital appropriate, is all." He shrugs again. Kirby makes an offended noise in his throat.

"I have nice clothes ya know? I'm actually dressed quiet well, currently. Thank you very much." Kirby scoffs, yanks his hand away from Gator's and crosses his arms over his chest. He watches Gator smile, can tell he's doubtful, even without the normal look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah? What'er you wearing?" He asks, voice teasing already. Kirby looks down at himself, at the sweatervest he immediately regretted, and grimaced.

"Umm ya know what? That's not- that's neither here nor there. I'm here. With you. That's really all that matters." Kirby rambles, pats at Gator's hand. He chuckles, grabs for Kirby's hand and misses.

"Are you wearing something embarrassing?" Gator asks, smile on his face.

"You have to tell me if you are. I'm wounded. It's only fair." His hand reaches toward Kirby. They scoff again, tucking their legs up under them on the chair.

"How's that fair? I didn't wound you!" He swats at Gator's hand gently as he laughs.

"C'mon. Tell me what you're wearing." Gator pushes, his voice all curled at the edges and sweet. Kirby sighs.

"Ughh. At least buy me dinner first." Kirby mutters, scrambling around in the chair til his knees are tucked up under his chin, Gator's eyebrow twitches up, clearly amused.

"I'm wearing a sweatervest okay? Do not laugh! It's from one of my foster moms and it's very cozy. Okay? So just, hush it." Kirby points at Gator, accusingly. Gator can't see it, but he raisies his hands in surrender anyway.

"What color is it?" Gator asks, biting his lip.

"It's like a blue grey color. With black and white argyle down the front?" Kirby looks down at himself, smoothes his hands down his chest again, his feet falling to the floor.

"What's- which ones argyle?" Gator asks, frowning.

"The diamonds." Kirby tells him. He nods, seems to think for a second.

"Is it soft?" He's worrying his lip between his teeth again.

"Yeah. Here." Kirby stands, walks the two steps to the bed and takes Gator's hand, moves it to rest on his stomach. Gator's brows twitch again, suprised at the softness against his skin.

"I got a black t-shirt on under it." Kirby mumbles, ignores the way Gator pressing his fingers into his stomach makes him feel hot. More hot than all the fucking clothes he's wearing.

"And just some black jeans. No holes or nothin in 'em." Kirby scratches at the back of their neck, watches Gator pull the materal of the vest between his fingers, then watches him smooth it back down. His hand presses to Kirby's stomach again and he ducks away with an awkward giggle, rubbing at the spot Gator's hand had touched.

"Sorry. Ticklish." Kirby explains, grabs at the chair and scoots it a bit closer, til his legs hit it and he falls into it.

"Figures." Gator sighs.

"What?" Kirby frowns.

"The one time I can't see you, you're actually wearing clothes." Gator shakes his head.

"I wear... clothes." Kirby drawls, knows it's only a half truth, really, at best. Gator snorts a laugh.

"Sure ya do. Pretty sure this the first time you've ever worn an actual shirt around me." Gator says, the eyeroll is implied.

"You got a problem with my clothes man?" Kirby asks, tucks one knee up under his chin, smiles when Gator moves his head toward him again.

"No. I'm just sayin, ya know, just my luck that I can't see ya when there's nothin to look at." Gator's fingers move nervously against the sheets, tapping out random little rhythms.

"I mean not that I was... lookin. I'm just- just sayin." He sighs deeply, turns his head away as his cheeks and neck turn red. Kirby bites their lip.

"I saw you looking Gator." Kirby says, through a smile, presses his lips to his knee when Gator turns back to him.

"What? When? I thought I was bein subtle." Gator scratches at his cheek, his fingers brushing the edge of the bandages again.

"You weren't. At all. Like, not even a little." Kirby shakes their head at him.

"I saw you looking like, the second time you came to me for weed dude. It's why I invited you inside." Kirby tells him, chin resting on his knee now, he sees Gator's eyebrows jump up his forehead.

"What did you- did you think somethin was gonna happen?" Gator asks, sounding scandalized. Kirby laughs, shakes his head.

"No. But I figured inviting you in might make you relax. Get your hands out of your pockets and your shoulders down from around your ears. You were so tense man." Kirby chuckles at the memory.

"I didn't know if it was because you were buying weed. Or because of me." They sigh.

"Saw you lookin and figured maybe it was cuz of me. Or maybe it was both. Either way, inside was away from prying eyes." Kirby shrugs, reaches out and takes Gator's hand again.

"I didn't mind you looking. Just- wasn't sure what you were thinkin when you were." They squeeze Gator's hand, he squeezes back.

"I wasn't sure at first. I mean I wasn't- that's not something- that's allowed. In my house." Gator shakes his head. Kirby nods.

"I know. That's why I never did anything. Or said anything. I figured- if you wanted to do something about it, I'd just let you." Kirby turns Gator's hand in his, his fingers walking over the cast, moving to his arm and up his shoulder.

"Let you go at your own pace. Find your own way." Kirby scratches at Gator's shoulder and then drags his hand back down his arm, Gator sighs, leans into the touch.

"I'm just glad I figured it out." Gator mumbles, rubs at his nose.

"Glad I was brave enough to do somethin about it. That night. After the lake." Gator smiles, his body relaxing into his bed more.

"Me too." Kirby smiles, watches Gator for a moment.

"I should go. Let you get some rest. Are they- are they taking you away?" He'd been afraid to ask, his voice shaking a little, his heart picking up again.

"Yeah. Don't know how long. But my step mom. Or- my old step mom. Nadine. Or- she's goes by Dorthy now. Dot. She's- she said she'd visit. Bring me cookies. Anything else I need too." Gator shrugs, tries to play it off. Kirby sees his chest flutter, watches his lip wobble.

"I'll come visit too. Everyday if you want? I'll visit so much you'll get sick'a me." Kirby perks up, scoots forward in his chair, perched on the edge like a bird. Gator frowns, his hand going still in Kirby's.

"You'd come visit?" He sounds uncertain, like he thinks it might be a trick.

"Course I would. Snuck in here to see ya didn't I?" Kirby assures him, watches Gator's lip tremble again before he drags his teeth over it, he nods, swallows hard.

"Okay. Th-thanks." Gator stammers, Kirby opens their mouth to answer but the door clicking open cuts him off. Gator squeezes his hand, hard, Kirby's eyes are locked on where the door would be if there was no curtain.

"Shit." He breathes, barely makes a sound.

"Don't you worry. I won't be a minute." A woman's voice says, high and thick with that accent Kirby's come to enjoy so much. He moves his eyes to Gator when he loosens his grip. The door clicks shut again. Footsteps, coming toward them. The curtain pulls to the left and brings them face to face with a small mousy woman. Her eyes widen when they land on Kirby.

"Oh. Hey there." She says, easy, her suprise fading fast. She glances at the door, then back to Kirby.

"You sneak in during the shift change?" She asks, voice lowered. Kirby swallows, nods, too frightened to speak. She nods back, gives him an adorable smile.

"That was my plan too if they wouldn't let me in." She scrunches her face, her eyes land on Kirby and Gator's hands, their fingers still laced together, Kirby pulls their hand free quickly, shoves both hands into his lap.

"You a friend'a Gator's?" She asks, sweetly, as she moves around the other side of the bed.

"This is Kirby Na- sorry. Dorthy." Gator grimaces at his mistake. The woman doesn't seem to notice, just smiles at him, and then at Kirby, her hand moving to Gator's head, fingers dragging smoothly through his hair.

"It's a pleasure to meet ya Kirby. I'm Dorthy. Gator's... Gator's friend too." She hesitates, her eyes dropping to Gator's face and then back to Kirby.

"I saw you on the news ma'am." Kirby says, manners from a foster home long gone kicking in. She smiles at him again, and it's soft, and warm, and feels safe.

"Oh yeah? I'm sure I looked a mess." She shakes her head, laughs a little.

"You looked fine. Looked nice. Just- looked like a mom." Kirby shrugs, and she had. She'd looked a little rough around the edges, but ultimately, she'd looked like a mom, trying to get back to her kid.

"Well that's sweet of ya to say." She waves him off, looks back to Gator, her hand still in his hair.

"There gonna be takin him in about ten minutes. I just wanted to say goodbye. Til I see ya again." She leans down, kisses Gator's forhead. He smiles, nods, his teeth embedded in his lip so hard Kirby's worried it'll bleed. He's trying not to cry. Can't speak because of it.

"If you give me five minutes I'll distract 'em so you can sneak out. If ya want?" She's looking at Kirby again. He stares, doesn't mean to, but she's... odd. In a good way. Like she understands things, sees things the way Kirby does sometimes.

"Okay. I mean yeah that'd be- thanks." Kirby nods. She nods back, kisses Gator's head one more time, walks around the bed to Kirby.

"It's very nice to meet you Kirby." There's a weight to her words that Kirby feels deep in his chest. She doesn't know him, doesn't know them at all, but she means it. Kirby reaches out, takes her hand, shakes.

"You too ma'am. Really." He stands, she smiles, tugs him into a quick hug, just a tight squeeze, and then she's gone. The door shutting slowly behind her. When Kirby turns back, Gator is reaching for him, casted hand outstretched. Kirby grabs it immediately, crowds close to him on the bed.

"You gotta go." Gator whispers, pulling Kirby's hand to his chest.

"I know. I don't wanna." Kirby breathes, his head dropped to Gator's shoulder.

"Will you do me a favor? Before you go?" Gator asks, his voice shaking, Kirby can feel him trembling.

"Of course. What is it?" They ask, leaning up so they can see him. Gator's head is turned towards him, if he could see, he wouldn't be looking quite at him, just off to the side.

"Will you kiss me?" He licks his lips.

"I mean like really kiss me. So I know what it's like? So I get to have that? With you. Before I go." His head droops, his shoulders shake, Kirby thinks he might be crying, best he can. They take a deep breathe, and reach out, cupping Gator's face and tilting it up again.

"I'll kiss you anytime you want." Kirby whispers, breathes it like a promise against Gator's lips and then kisses him. Slow and deep. Gator clings to him, both hands fisted in the back of his shirt, pulling them closer. He whines into Kirby's mouth and groans when he pulls away.

"Any time you want." He breathes again, teeth dragging over Gator's bottom lip as he pulls back. Gator chases his lips, leans forward and groans again when Kirby presses their hand to his chest, stopping him.

"I'm gonna miss you." Gator breathes, and it sounds broken, his voice wrecked.

"Naw, you won't. I'm gonna be there every day 'memeber?" He moves his hand up, from Gator's chest to his hair, moves his fingers into it, scratches them against Gator's scalp and smiles when he hums, presses into the touch.

"You'll be sick'a me in no time." Kirby leans down, presses another quick kiss to his lips. He sees Gator open his mouth, to argue, he's sure. When they hear a crash in the hall, voices yelling, moving away from the door.

"That's my cue. I'll see you soon Gate. Real soon." Kirby squeezes his shoulder and moves away, keeping his eyes on Gator til he's at the door. Gator's hand raises in a wave, his fingers wiggling over his cast as the other hand presses to his lips. Kirby smiles, tears falling down his cheeks, and ducks out the door.

He steps into chaos, Dorothy is down the hall a bit, laying on the floor, hand to her head. The gaurd on Gator's door and three nurses surround her. She meets his eyes through the guards legs and winks. He nods to her, still smiling, and bolts down the hall, his shoes screeching against the tiles as he runs and runs, ducking into the elevator and out of sight.

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[jaebeomsbitch]

There’s nothing you hated more than being sick. You felt helpless and useless, leaning against your partner for help when you despised relying on others. Nonetheless you sit quietly next to him feeling the heat of his arm radiating deep into your skin as you cough and sniffle.

You wipe your nose with your sleeve standing up and slowing, swaying with dizziness.

“Woah, hold on. What do you need baby?” He asks softly holding onto your wrist, thumb tracing your inner wrist comfortingly.

“Need a blanket” you murmur, wiping more snot against your sleeve. He pulls you down softly onto his lap.

“Got one here sweetheart, where it’s always at” he says, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch where it always hangs.

“Oh” you blink, as he spreads the soft fabric over the two of you, tucking in the edges under your thighs.

“Better?" he asks quietly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns onto your thigh.

When you nod sleepily, he leans in and whispers into your ear, "Good. Now let's try to enjoy this movie, yeah? No more coughing allowed - I want to hear those sweet little gasps of yours when the scary parts come on."

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[floredaqueen]

I apologize for being silent! I do wanna post more but I'm being to get picky with it!

Meanwhile, I will be posting tid bits of my progress work! It will keep me motivated and hopefully keep you guys interested!

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[sadhours]

scumbag blues • dead end friends

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, violence, masturbation, roy, sex work

🤍🩶🤍🩶

Working the ranch after a gnarly night of drinking at for the faint of heart. Gator pukes about ten times while he’s out there, five of them when he’s shoveling shit. Roy looks as happy as a clam. The few times he sees Gator working, he laughs and claps him on the back, bellows out a bible verse Gator ignores. Works harder when he’s angry though. Takes his frustration out on the labor. Makes his body tired by the end of the day.

As he showers, his sick mind imagines strangling Daisy ‘til her face turns blue but it shifts. He’s still choking her but she’s smiling, that pretty cock drunk expression on her face while he mercilessly pounds into her pussy. Can fucking hear the squelch of it and Daisy’s pornographic moans. His dick fills out despite himself, he punches the tile of the shower wall ‘cause he’s so pissed at himself. Of course his anger towards her would facilitate itself as sick and twisted horniess. Imagines slapping her face and pulling her hair but in his mind she cries out in pleasure, begs for more and writhes in the sheets. Because she would, because he’s seen it a hundred times. Daisy loves it rough, loves being told she’s a worthless slut, that she’s addicted to his cock, she’d babble agreements. She’d cum all over his cock.

Gator wraps his fingers around his base, squeezes tight as he clenches his eyes shut. Flashes of Daisy in the many positions he’s put her in, folded up like a pretzel and he tries to remember the way her pussy feels, all wet and clenching around him. Gator spits down on his shaft and spreads it with his fist, tries to recreate how Daisy feels but it ain’t as good. He can picture her face all fucked out, drooling and crying about how good it feels. Pictures her tits, same ones he swore were fake the first time he seen ‘em, bouncing in time with his ruthless thrusts. What makes him cum is imagining her cumming on his cock, crying out in pleasure and calling him daddy. Spurts white, thick ropes on the tiles. Eyes clenched tight while he catches his breath.

What she’d said to him the night before floods his thoughts. Sends Gator spiraling. Has him planning on visiting the evidence room and then heading to a big empty field, artillery packed tight. Shooting at shit usually makes him feel better. Gator considers that maybe getting some other pussy might suffice. Daisy ain’t the only hooker in Stark County. But she is the prettiest. Probably the cleanest.

—

Daisy’s folding sheets when the bell chimes. She’s wearing a delicate floral dress, white with navy flowers and her hairs tied up in a haphazard bun, allowing the air from the fan to reach her sweaty neck. Housework days are the worst. She wanders out of the back room to the front desk, not surprised to see Roy standing in the lobby. Hands in his pocket and a smile that says he’s privy to what she said to Gator the night before. But she knows Gator didn’t tell him, she’s a little worried. Hopes Gator is okay, but Roy wouldn’t be smiling like that if Gator hurt himself.

“What happened to your door?” Roy asks, looking smug as can be.

“Your son happened,” Daisy raises an eyebrow, “I gotta replace that. Lord knows how much that’ll cost.”

Roy pulls out a stack of cash, lays it out on the desk and smiles, “That ought to cover it.”

“Sheriff— I, it feels wrong,” Daisy sighs, looking down at the money. “I really shouldn’t accept it.”

“It’s a gift,” Roy says, “Be rude of you not to.”

Daisy picks up the bills and tucks them into the lockbox, sighing. She opens her mouth to speak but Roy interrupts her, “A token of my appreciation. Whatever the hell you said to him sure as day worked.”

“I banned him,” Daisy says, “Told him he couldn’t have my pussy even he offered a million bucks.”

She isn’t sure why she’s bragging, but she wants to impress Roy, wants him to really know she did a good job. Because it was hard saying that to Gator, even if his cruelness inspired it.

“Well, I ain’t seen him clean the stables that good since he was a kid, so it worked,” he taps his fingers against the desk.

Daisy blurts it out before she can help herself, “I care for Gator. I don’t like hurting him. Hell, Sheriff, I’d quit this shit in a heartbeat if he wanted me to.”

Roy’s face hardens, anger clouds his eyes as he looks at her, “My boy’s not gonna marry an impure woman. Now, if he’d been only sucker to defile you, that’d be a different story. But that ain’t the one we’re in, and I know that if I pay the right price, I could get an hour with you in one of them rooms. And the lord don’t take too kindly on that, so I won’t, but the sin runs deep in your veins, girl. And, God almighty would smite me if I allowed that into my family. So, Daisy, cut your losses. Don’t you go fantasizing about that possibility, ‘cause it won’t ever be one. Gator’s my only son, and he’s barely useful at that. You tainted him enough, but you will never taint him more than you have. And I’ll make sure of that.”

Daisy’s throat tightens as tears fill her eyes, she fantasizes about the possibility of Gator on his knees for her in a god honoring way more than she’d like to admit. If she thinks about it too much, she’ll come to the realization she’s in love with the fucker and Roy’s just spelled it out loud and clear that he won’t allow it. So she can’t daydream too much. Knows it’s a god damn pipe dream anyways. Gator don’t love her, never will because she knows this is the ideals he grew up with. Looks at her as damaged goods never worthy of a ring. And it’s the smack in the face she needed.

“I understand,” she swallows the lump in her throat, “Thanks for stopping by, Sheriff. It’s been a real pleasure.”

“A real one, I’m sure,” he rips his hat at her because he saunters out. Leaves Daisy stunned, tears in her eyes as she tries to forget about all the real pleasures she’s had with Gator. Sure she’s had them because she’s in love with him.

—

“Daisy,” Daphne smiles, red hair blown from the wind as she steps into the lobby. Her skin is kissed with sun, her cheeks filled with cheer as she skips into the space between them. Wraps her arms around Daisy’s waist and pulls her tight against her, squeaking out an “I’m in love!”

Daisy smiles, hugging Daphne back just as tight. Thinks to herself that she’s also in love, but she’s gotta move past it. Hates that in the two weeks since Roy’s last visit, all she can think about is her feelings for Gator. Hitting her like a damned semi truck. Making work difficult when she’s closing her eyes, picturing the deputy beneath her just for the men to ask her to look at them. Hates that her mothers distant voice is in her head, telling her to keep it together. She ain’t raised her to fall for a client so easily.

“Daphne, you been gone three years, I sure as shit hope you fell in love,” Daisy mumbles as she squeezes her best friend. “Tell me about the lucky fella.”

“Sean,” Daphne gushes, hands wrapping around Daisy’s elbows as she pulls away. “We met on the mission. He’s an actor.”

“An actor?” Daisy smirks, “Shit, we got so much in common already!”

Daphne rolls her eyes but her smiles genuine, dreamy even. “We’re engaged.”

“You Christian’s move so quick,” Daisy teases, guiding Daphne to the couches in the lobby. “Is he sexy?”

Daphne squeals, hands rushing to her face as she stomps her feet in excitement, “The sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“He ask your daddy?”

“The night we got in, at dinner,” Daphne extends her hand to show Daisy the rock.

“Oh, fuck, he’s loaded, ain’t he?” Daisy’s eyes bulge as she inspects the ring.

“That don’t matter,” she waves her hand but her eyes tell Daisy everything she needs to know. “I lost it to him.”

“You harlot!” Daisy scolds sarcastically, “How was it? Worth the sin?”

“So worth it, first two weeks we couldn’t stop, I was so dehydrated,” Daphne admits, squeezing Daisy’s knee.

“Ain’t so bad, huh? I always said, you gotta try it to see if it’s worth spending the rest of your life with,” Daisy grins, though her mind slips to Gator. Can’t imagine better sex. Can’t imagine a better man to wake up next to and her makes her heart hurt. Daphne’s quick to catch it.

“Gator?”

Daisy sighs, “Sheriff’s paying me not to see him. I haven’t had an orgasm in so long.”

Daphne frowns then, “You like Gator so much, why let Roy in the way?”

“I don’t like Gator,” Daisy says sternly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Daisy,” Daphne scowls, “You and I both know that ain’t true. You had a crush on him since you were thirteen, and then, what, you’ve spent the last five years gushing about him. You can’t lie to me, babe.”

“I love him,” she admits, the first time out loud. Sounds ashamed when she says it ‘cause she is. “But the sheriff really don’t want us together. And I ain’t about to wind up in jail just ‘cause I love that man. It ain’t worth it. Imagine what my daddy would do without me— god forbid, he knew what I was doing here.”

“I’m just saying,” Daphne starts, “maybe this life is worth leaving behind if Gator means so much to ya.”

“Gator wouldn’t marry me anyways,” Daisy admits, “His daddy wouldn’t let him and really, last time I saw him I banned him from the Inn. Motherfucker punched the damn glass on the door. Trashed my client's car.”

“Would he do that if he didn’t want you so bad?” Daphne challenges, “Gator’s just as sick with love as you, darling, he’s just gonna be too stubborn to admit it first.”

“I miss him,” Daisy confesses, “Not even the sex part, I just miss being around him. He made me feel something, ya know?”

“I do know,” Daphne smiles, squeezing Daisy’s knee, “I’m not running from my something. You shouldn’t either.”

Daphne’s right but Roy’s scarier than the truth.

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[sadhours]

scumbag blues • go with the flow

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, sex work, mention of drugs and cannabis, roy tillman

🤍🤍🤍🤍

Campbell is arrested. Daisy sees it on the news the next morning as she’s preparing breakfast for the random couple that stumbled in here not knowing what Stark County actually uses the Inn for. She tries not to think about Gator while she cooks, which is difficult because the last time she’d seen him, he cooked her breakfast which… that was fucking weird, right? Her dad laughs, standing at the counter while Daisy prepares the food.

“They got the bastard,” he shakes his head, “Did you help them out?”

“That’s why I was with Gator yesterday,” she lies, smiling to her dad while she mixes pancake batter in a bowl.

The news cuts to Roy as he makes a statement, Gator standing proudly next to him. The pair of them looking all too smug. There’s a handful of drug pushers in Stark County they know about and they do nothing to stop them. Aside from stopping and stealing their supply, for Gator and his buddies to have fun with. Gator mentions to Daisy that they don’t ever actually arrest the guys. But this Campbell guy, was just passing through and he was a good cover for them. A nobody to explain the opioid abuse in Dickinson and where it comes from. It actually makes her sick. Then again, it’s the same corruption that keeps her safe in her home. Sweeping her prostitution under the rug. She knows if Roy truly had a problem with Gator seeing her, he could arrest her and Gator wouldn’t have a lick of power in it. Yet, he doesn’t.

She pulls her phone from her pocket and shoots Gator a quick text.

Good job. Shame you didn’t need my help after all.

As she serves the couple the complimentary breakfast, they point to the TV and the husband says, “You guys have a safe community thanks to those guys, huh?”

“The Tillman family has been keeping this county safe for decades,” she lies through her teeth, smile not quite reaching her blue eyes. She’s bitter. About Gator. The things he said to her. Calling her a hole. Acting like she’s nothing to him in front of his father, yet she hears the gossip. Knows that Roy is ashamed of his son, thinks he isn’t good enough. She has half a mind to tell Gator, tell him his father isn’t as great as he thinks he is. That Gator doesn’t have to be just like him because Roy already knows he’ll never be.

All Gator wants is to be just like his dad, strong and powerful. It shows in the worst ways. Daisy’s seen Karen walking around with bruises, knows that’s all Gator knows. How he would treat her if by some miracle they became more than transactional. Yet, she liked being slapped by him during sex the other night and it makes her sick to her stomach.

“You two enjoy your breakfast,” she smiles at the couple and excuses herself back into the kitchen to work on dishes.

Her phone vibrates in her denim shorts and she fishes it out, scoffing as she reads Gator’s reply.

You help me in all sorts of ways, darlin

Hates the way his words have her stomach filling with butterflies. Daisy hates Gator. Well, she wishes she did.

—

“Thanks for staying with us,” Daisy tells the couple as they’re checking out. As they’re parting, Roy walks in. Tall, ten gallon hat and big, lined coat. He tips his hat at the couple as they cross paths and once they’re out the door he smirks at Daisy.

“Didn’t know you accepted couples,” he quips, “Maybe Karen and I—“

“They’re regular guests,” Daisy interrupts him, her stomach curling at the thought of Roy wanting her. Hell, his sons had her every which way. She’s done disgusting things with Gator she can only assume Roy would disown him for. “What do you want?” she asks.

“Need you to stop seeing my boy,” Roy tells her point blank.

“Feel like this is a conversation you oughta be having with Gator,” Daisy raises a brow, “I offer a service and he’s the one walking in here for it.”

“Gator’s… weak. You distract him and I need him sharp as a tack. You’re gonna stop seeing him,” Roy insists, pulling out a stack of cash.

“Sheriff, with all due respect, I’m not going to stop seeing him if he’s the one initiating it. Gator’s appointments are honestly what’s keeping this place afloat,” Daisy eyes the wad of bills in Roy’s hand, “A one time payment from you ain’t gonna cover it.”

Roy chuckles, “I know. The boy lives rent free in my house. Every paycheck he has goes to you.”

“Exactly,” she smiles, “I’d be bad at my job to say no to that.”

Roy sighs, “I’ll pay you weekly. A thousand cover his bill?”

“A thousand a week?”

“Yeah, I hear your rates are about $500 an appointment and I know Gator’s over here twice a week,” Roy says and Daisy doesn’t correct him, doesn’t tell him she gives Gator a discount but she does admit something.

“He’s here more than twice a week.”

Roy frowns, counts out another five hundred bills and sets the stack on the desk. “Should’ve figured. You’re the prettiest girl in the county. $1500, then?”

“That… Sheriff Tillman, I can’t… I work for my money,” Daisy argues and he chuckles, low and dangerous.

“This will be work. He’s gonna come here, you’re gonna turn him away and $1500 a week is in your pocket,” Roy insists, “And you're not gonna tell him I’m paying you.”

It’s a fair deal. Except Daisy is also weak. Unsure if she’ll be able to turn Gator away when he comes in with those eyes. But really, $1500 a week helps a lot. Considering Gator almost never pays the rate she usually charges. And she lets herself think about all the times she doesn’t even charge him. Soon enough, the money on the desk is looking more appealing than Gator.

“Fine,” she mumbles, “But I need more. Not money. Gator’s gonna be mad, he’s gonna try to arrest me for soliciting to get back at me. I need to know that won’t happen. That I will be safe and my pops will not find out about what I do.”

Roy nods, “You hold up your end. I never forget a friend, and we’re friends, now. Aren’t we, Daisy?”

“Yeah,” she sighs as she picks up the stack of cash, “We’re friends.”

—

It’s not long before Gator’s strolling in. A whole two days. He’s got this fucking grin on his face as he looks at Daisy, struts to the desk and smoothes his hands over the oak. Daisy sighs and blinks up at him.

“Busted some asshole for pot,” he holds up the baggie and bites his lip, “Let’s have some fun.”

He looks handsome. Daisy hasn’t had an orgasm since the last time she seen him and it’s driving her a little mad. But, Roy is scary. Scarier than anything Gator could do, so she holds her ground.

“I’m booked,” she shrugs, “Sorry.”

“Come on,” Gator scrunches his face up, “Would you rather suck on some old balls or smoke this pot and cum on my face?”

Oh. That again? He’s… Daisy has to be strong, she can’t give in so easily. She pouts, “Sorry. You’re not my only regular. And as ya know, I don’t pick favorites.”

“That’s bullshit,” Gator snorts, “Sometimes you don’t even make me pay. If that don’t make me a favorite, I don’t know what would.”

Daisy shrugs again, “Money. Can’t afford to be canceling on my clients.”

“I’ll give you extra,” Gator insists and Daisy shakes her head.

“Sorry, Gator. Call next time,” she frowns.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Gator scoffs, “You’re turning me down? I just said I was gonna eat you out.”

Daisy wants to scream, she wants to say yes and have him lick her out right on this desk. But more than that, she wants to keep Roy happy. He terrifies her.

“Sorry,” she shrugs again, “Maybe call up that girl you’re courting.”

“Oh, fuck you. Is that what this is about?” he laughs, bitter and dry. “You don’t even have a client, huh?”

Daisy grins, grabbing the check-in book and slamming it down in front of him as she points to the name scribbled at the bottom of the page. A name she knows Gator will recognize. A co-worker.

“Like I said, call up your girlfriend,” she bites, scowling up at him.

Gator scoffs before pulling from his vape and exhaling the acidic, false fruit scent in her face. Turns on his heels and slams the door behind him.

Soon after Gator peels out, Deputy Douglas steps in all smiles for Daisy and she takes a deep breath before putting on the charm. Saying hello, handing him his key and winking. She’ll find herself in his room soon enough, though the whole time she’ll be pretending it’s Gator to make it bearable.

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[sadhours]

scumbag blues • battery acid

gator tillman x f!original character

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+minors dni, unsolicited dick pics/videos, mean texts, drinking, kind of smut??? Gator tries

Daisy’s depressed. She’s been turning away clients left and right. The money from Roy keeps the bills paid but it’s tighter than before and her pops has noticed. Says something about it when Daisy’s cooking him lunch.

“I don’t know why things have taken such a turn, Daisy,” he sounds stressed. “We haven’t had a single guest in two weeks.”

“It’ll turn back around,” she assures him, “always does.”

Her mothers voice rings in her ears. Same mantra about how women have to take care of things. How women have a magic money maker between their legs and they’d be fools not to take advantage.

Her phone vibrates in her pocket, she pulls it out and looks down at the notification. Gator. Hasn’t had the guts to block him like she should. She slides it open and is met with a photo of his cock. Hard as hell. He’s on his bed, she can see his cargos bunched up around his ankles and his combat boots. He’s sent You can’t quit me, baby along with the photo and she hates the way it ignites a flame in her stomach. She locks her phone and shoves it back in her pocket, resuming the can of tomato soup she’d been heating up. She wishes Gator would just give it up. There’s plenty of other women for sale in this county. But she knows he likes her. Their sexual chemistry is undeniable. And she’s certain Gator hasn’t been with any other woman. Yet, she doesn’t even know how many men she’s been with. It’s unfair. She can’t quit this. And that’s what Gator deserves, so she’ll have to quit him.

She butters up the bread for grilled cheeses, determined to get out of this funk and start taking clients again. Her mother would tell her she’s pathetic. Gator’s always been a client, he started out as such and it’d be laughable to think they could be more. It’s a god damn pipe dream and they both know it.

—

When Daisy reads his message but doesn’t respond, Gator gets furious but his cock is still hard. The arousal mixed with the anger facilitates in a bit of harassment on his end. He records himself jacking off, mumbles about how he knows she wants him. How she’s gonna watch it later and play with her pretty pussy. Which he fully believes. Records himself cumming, muttering, “Wish I was cumming in your tight hole, baby.”

Again, Daisy opens the messages and doesn’t respond. And now that Gator’s cock is softening, the anger takes over and he sends a handful of messages.

Whatever, bitch. Ur not even pretty. Just fucking easy.

Ur used up.

Probably should get tested. God knows ur fckn infected. Nasty slut.

Fuck u bitch

Then, Gator realizes these won’t help his case in any way so he sends another.

I’m sorry. Just miss u and I ain’t good at controlling my temper

The last message never delivers and Gator’s feeling like a pathetic loser with his cum drying on his stomach. Cleans himself up and grabs his keys. He needs to get as drunk as humanly possible. Fuck, he doesn’t care that it’s only noon. This pit of dread filling him needs to be released and alcohol can dull it. The Esquire Club opens at 10 am. He’ll be with like minded company. And well, if it’s two blocks from the Inn, that’s just a coincidence. He isn’t hoping that Daisy’ll wander in desperate for money. Definitely not.

The place is dead when he gets there aside from a couple of dudes rambling about sports. Gator doesn’t keep up with football anymore. Too bitter about high school. He would’ve been scouted, out of this shithole and never would’ve touched Daisy Way if that prick hadn’t busted his ankle. Swears if he ever sees that fucker again, he’ll kill him.

The hours drone on, Gator filling his belly with cheap whiskey and countless beers. Is absolutely stumbling around when the sun goes down. There’s girls in here tonight. Ones that know Gator’s the sheriff’s son, girls that touch his biceps and ask if he’s ever had to shoot anyone. He tells grandiose stories, fibbing on the extremities. Yeah, he sees a ton of action. Yeah, Gator’s a fucking badass. He’s a fucking winner.

He gets one of the girls in the bathroom, a brunette with heavy makeup and a short skirt. Has her leg propped up on the graffitied toilet. Limp dick in his hand as he tugs it, pleading internally for it to fill out but it just fucking won’t. He knows it’s the whiskey, his whole body is fucking numb. But he can’t help but think that if this were Daisy bent over for him, he’d be hard as a rock. It’s pathetic and it’s weird, but he grabs hold of the girl's hair and tugs her head back so he can grunt into her ear.

“You want me to fuck you, Daisy? Huh?” he laughs, “Want me to stretch you out so bad?”

“My names not Daisy?” the girl replies, confusion dripping in her voice.

“Shh,” he hisses, pulling on his cock and focusing on the fantasy, trying to will his dick to life. Nothing. He balls his fist up and slams it against the stall, “Fuck!”

He shoves his flaccid length back into his cargos and barrels out of there. Leaving the girl stunned and exposed. He’s a fucking loser. If he goes by the Inn, it’ll be pummeled into his head what a fucking loser he is. Somehow, he winds up at Faye’s apartment building. Hits the buzzer. Over and over until he hears her sleepy voice.

“Who is it?”

“Faye, it’s me— er,” he hiccups, “Gator. Can I come up?”

“Gator, it’s the middle of the night,” she sighs, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please,” he whines, hates how pathetic he sounds, “I have nowhere else to go. I won’t be fucking weird. Okay? I just… please, Faye.”

A beat of silence. Then the buzz and a green light. Gator tugs the door open and stumbles inside, looking down the hall until a door opens. Faye steps outside, rubbing her eyes and she’s wearing a long, flowy nightgown. She lets him inside and because of his intoxicated state, he clings onto her and fucking cries. Like the pathetic loser he is. But she wraps her arms around him.

“Gator, what happened?”

“I’m… I’m such a fucking loser,” he sobs, “I ruin everything.”

Faye squeezes him tighter, rubs his back soothingly. “Oh, Gator…”

She pulls back and puts her hands on his face, “I’m gonna make some tea. Sit on the couch and we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

She’s so good. So pure. So sweet. Gator hiccups and nods, moving to rub his fists against his teary eyes. Then he trudges to her living room, waiting for her to return.

#gator tillman #gator tillman smut #gator x daisy #gator tillman x original character

[buckysgrace]

26. Strangers

Part 26 of Every Little Thing!

CW: Unprotected sex

Gator was late again. By the time he returned from work the moon was high in the night sky and she’d retreated to bed to read by her lamp light. It was a nice way to take advantage of the fact that she no longer got to read as much as she liked. The only issue was that she couldn’t keep Gator off of her mind. She was worried for him.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of the front door opening and then closing. It wasn’t much longer that she heard his steps coming up the stairs, making her shut her book completely as she rushed over to meet him at the door.

She wasn’t sure what overcame her, but as soon as he took a step through the doorway she had her arms around him. She breathed in his musk, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she nestled herself against his cool body.

“Hey,” He chuckled as he touched her shoulders gently, squeezing her tightly in response. She sighed deeply as she rested her chin against the crook of his neck, just glad to have him back, “Sorry I’m so late.” He mumbled as he swayed them back and forth. She brushed her nose against the crook of his neck, knowing that he didn’t have to apologize for working. 

“It’s okay. How was your day?” She asked him, then noticed the solemn look on his face, “What happened?” She questioned him worriedly, stepping back so she could better let him explain. He chewed on his cheek, thinking to himself before he opened his mouth. 

“Alvie ran off into a ditch,” He spoke slowly, “He uh, didn’t make it.” She looked at him surprised, her eyebrows raising on her forehead as her eyes widened in shock. She processed his words for a moment, trying to understand what he was saying. 

“Nugent is dead?” She asked him, seeking clarity as she watched the way he looked away from her. He rubbed at his bottom lip, nodding his head softly before he stripped out of his vest.

“Yeah,” Gator said slowly, “It happens.” He dismissed her, trying to act like it was no big deal as he slowly removed his hat next. She watched the way he ran his hands through his hair, clearly looking frustrated before he turned to face her again. 

“Are you alright?” She asked him softly as she held onto his bicep, “I know you worked with him for a long time.” She told him gently, remembering that it had only been a month ago that they’d brought the twins up and introduced them to everyone.

“Things happen,” He responded gruffly, “I’m fine.” He moved away, beginning to strip himself out of his clothes as he roughly tossed them into the dirty laundry basket. She held her hands over her stomach, trying to think of the best way to comfort him. 

“Well what’s going on?” She asked slowly, “I mean that guy shot up the gas station and killed an officer then. Now Nugent is dead. Is someone on the loose?” She asked him seriously, beginning to feel a little scared. She always left the doors locked, but she suddenly wasn’t sure about having the twins sleeping in their nursery. Perhaps they needed their cribs moved into their room for a while. 

“We’ll find that guy,” He said stiffly, more to himself than anything. She felt her heart flip inside of her chest, fearing for the worse as he flicked the bathroom light on,“No. Nothing bad is happening. Don’t worry about it.” He tried to tell her again. She shook her head, walking forward to hold onto him. 

“I worry about you,” She mumbled into his chest, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” She breathed out against his skin, worried that something bad would happen to him. It was scary to think about. She didn’t like thinking about it. 

“I’m fine,” He told her as he tilted her chin up towards him, “See? Nothing’s wrong.” He moved his head about, grinning like she had nothing to be worried about. She watched him, still feeling like there was something wrong. She knew he wouldn’t like it if she continued to pester, but she couldn’t help it either. 

“Can you take some time off?” She asked him gently, genuinely worried that something may happen to him. Her safe town suddenly felt very dangerous. She didn’t like that. 

“Maybe after this,” He grinned as he cupped her chin and tilted her face up towards him, “Don’t tell me you miss me that much.” He teased her, making her feel a little bit better as she rested against him. She pulled her lips into a soft grin as he continued to caress his fingers across her skin. 

“I always miss you,” She giggled in response leaning up a little further so her lips could brush against his, “I get awfully lonely.” She replied as she linked her fingers through his pant loops, then tugged him closer.

He brought his mouth against hers, agonizingly slow as he gripped her chin between his fingers. He gave her a soft squeeze, dragging his lips against hers gently. She breathed in the taste of him, savoring the feeling of his lips as she moved to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

She stalled against his mouth, freezing softly at the soft sound of cries that came from the room next door. Gator’s lips continued to brush against hers gently before he came to a halt, exhaling roughly. 

“Shit,” He groaned as he rested his forehead against hers, “It’s like they know.” He shook his head, making her smile as she squeezed at his muscles again. She leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“Take a shower,” She told him gently, “There’s leftovers in the fridge. Relax for a bit.” She told him softly, almost fearing to let him go as she made her way out of the room. She kept feeling like he was hiding something, like there really was something more sinister lurking about. She tried to push those thoughts away, knowing that it wouldn’t help anything. 

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He was gone again early in the morning. She hadn’t even heard his alarm go off. She exhaled, resting against the mattress for a long moment before she dragged herself out of bed. It was later than usual, meaning that the twins would also be off of their schedule. 

She still had a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that remained long after she got the twins changed and fed. She tried to shake it off, reminding herself that today was officially Halloween. It would be a fun day, even if the babies were too little to do much with it. 

“Aren’t you handsome?” She grinned as she petted Birdie, noticing the way he was lingering to her side today. She’d dressed him in a little caterpillar outfit, which he had thus far left alone, “Oh boy. That’s not nice to tease.” She told him, watching the way he moved out of reach from Knox. Knox huffed in protest before falling back onto his bottom, looking irritated as he reached for a fresh block to chew on. 

She tried to text Gator throughout the day, little updates and check-ins just to see if he would answer her. He never did. She knew he was just busy, but it did nothing to help the little voice in the back of her head. 

By late afternoon he returned, his loud boots signaling his return as she worked on prepping for dinner. She perked up, quickly scrubbing her hands clean and then drying them right as he entered the door.

She was at his side again, attaching her arms around his waist tightly once again as she breathed in his strong cologne. She rested her chin into the crook of his neck, giving him a tight squeeze as she did her best to lift him up. She failed, not even getting the heels of his feet up before she dropped him. 

“Hey,” He laughed, looking down at her in wonder before he pressed his finger against her chin, “What’s going on with you?” He looked at her, his eyes full of humor as he analyzed her features. She leaned against him with a deep sigh. She allowed herself a moment to stare at his handsome face.

“I miss my big, strong man,” She teased him as she rocked back and forth on her feet, “The babies are sleeping.” She explained, watching the way his eyes drifted around the room. He turned towards her again, giving her a soft smile before he linked their fingers together. She paused, noticing that he wasn’t taking his uniform off. 

“Ah,” He nodded his head, glancing around at the final decorations she’d thrown up, “Did you put this up for us?” He smiled again, though he had a guilty look on his features as he peered around. She nodded her head, liking the little lights and decorations she’d found. She had a fake cat, but Birdie kept attacking him. 

“I thought we could watch The Nightmare Before Christmas tonight. Then Hocus Pocus if we can stay awake,” She laughed, knowing that it was harder and harder for them to stay up past eleven, “I got those matching pajamas too. Aren’t they cute?” She told him all at once, excited at the prospect of spending time together. She had no idea how she’d managed to miss him so much when he’d only been busy for a few days. 

“Yeah,” Gator asked as he looked over the four sets of clothing, “Really cute.” His eyes drifted over them for the longest time as he went silent. She watched the way he set his jaw, how he roughly gulped as he shifted his hands to his hips. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked him gently, feeling nervous as she brought her hands against the outfits again. She tilted her head, doing her best to meet his guilty eyes. 

“Uh,” He paused softly as he brushed his fingers over his belt, “I won’t be back until late tonight. Something came up with the case and I need to be in Minnesota.” He looked up at her finally, his eyes remorseful as his words hit her. She parted her lips, nodding her head gently. 

“Right now?” Daphne asked, trying to hide her disappointment as Birdie brushed his face against her ankle, “That sucks that they didn’t give you more of a warning.” She said gently, nodding her head as she tried to diminish the big plans that she had set up for them. There would always be more Halloweens.

“It does, I’m sorry,” He said quickly, “You can always stay with dad and Karen. Or maybe Noelle would want to stay over?” He explained his suggestions to her, but she dismissed him this time. She didn’t want to go anywhere else but the house. 

“I can handle the fort on my own,” She laughed as she listened to him, “It’s only Halloween night. You know, when all the ghosts and witches and demons come out.” She teased him, tilting her head sweetly as she did her best to earn another grin from him. He looked at her seriously this time. 

“Not funny.” He responded, sounding a little more stern to her surprise. She parted her lips, unsure of how to approach the subject from this point. She bent down to lift Birdie, earning a purr of approval from him. 

“Seriously, we’re fine,” She told him gently, “You have a hard job. Will you be okay?” She asked him this time, feeling like there was still something else going on with him. He pulled his lips into a frown before he nodded quickly, like he didn’t want to think about it too deeply. 

“I’m always okay.” He reassured her, stepping forward again so he could kiss the side of her head. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as she wished that he’d stay with her. She wished she could be just a little more selfish. 

“You know, I think you should be benefitted some sort of time off after getting your arm hurt on the job.” She told him seriously, blinking quickly as Gator continued to squeeze her gently. Birdie wiggled in her arms, apparently not too pleased with Gator holding onto him. 

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” He said with a soft laugh before he kissed the top of her head again. She grinned, liking the sounds that left his lips.

“I don’t think that’s how your father works,” Daphne clarified, “Just please be safe. I don’t need you losing another arm.” She said seriously, unsure of how that would go about. He snorted as he pulled away. 

“I’m fine,” He tried to reassure her, but she wasn’t quite comforted by his words, “Make sure and lock the door behind me, yeah?” She looked at him curiously, then turned to look at the time on the clock. It wasn’t even dark yet. 

“Right now?” She asked him seriously, watching the way his expression hardened again. She frowned, not quite understanding what the big deal was. 

“Please.” He replied with a softer tone, his expression turning gentle once again. She nodded her head, setting Birdie down on the couch as she followed him to the door. He still looked regretful as he watched her, which made her feel just a bit better. At least she knew that he didn’t want to go either.

“Be safe,” She told him seriously as she leaned over, ignoring the cold wind as she pecked his lips, “I love you.” She said softly, watching the way his lips grew into a bigger grin before he repeated the words back. 

She walked around the other side of the house, peering out the window and watching the way his truck slowly disappeared in the distance. Birdie jumped up next to her, sitting on the counter as he peered out the window in the same manner. 

She went along with her plan, although it felt different spending so much time without him. The twins were fussier than usual too, both of them falling into a tear of puddles anytime she had to set them down to do something else. Even if it was quick.

She didn’t like asking for help when it was this late at night. She was sure that her mom would come over, but it didn’t feel right. She should be able to do this on her own. She knew that it was inevitable, that Gator would eventually have to do a night shift or two. She just wished it wasn’t so back to back.

She kept checking her phone, hoping for some sort of update from him but receiving silence in return. She sighed, knowing it wasn’t his fault but desperately missing him all the same. Birdie stayed to her side again, like a second skin as he followed her in and out of rooms. She figured he could sense her growing anxiety too.

“I know,” She mumbled as she had both twins sat into the breastfeeding pillow, trying to ignore how much they’d outgrown it. She hadn’t used it in some time as she hadn’t been very successful in breast feeding. They were both whining again, their eyes fresh with tears, “I miss him too.” She told the both of them, hoping that Gator would get home soon. 

Carrying them upstairs together was impossible so she started with Knox, who was sleeping heavier than Piper. Once she confirmed he wouldn’t stir from his crib, she returned back downstairs for Piper.

Only by then, Piper had grown fussy once again and now had fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Daphne quickly apologized, dried her eyes and bounced her back and forth to soothe her. She carried her upstairs slowly, getting her calmed down just a bit before she entered the nursery.

“You’re so sad tonight,” She mumbled as she sat in the rocker with Piper, slowly beginning to rub circles against her back as she nestled her head into Daphne’s shoulder, “See, if you said mama first maybe this wouldn’t happen.” She teased Piper, smiling to herself as Piper continued to sniffle and wiggle herself closer to Daphne’s chest. She reminded herself that it hopefully wouldn’t be much longer. He’d be back. 

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The next morning went a little smoother, though she kept tripping over how closely Birdie was sitting underneath her feet. Piper was still fussy, but Daphne was now wondering if she was coming down with something as she kept sniffling and sneezing. She was warm, but not running a temperature yet. 

She’d set out a few pots and spoons onto the floor, letting both of the twins play around with them as Daphne worked on breakfast. She was a little behind on their schedule, but figured they were already out of the loop anyways. It couldn’t get much worse. 

“Hey!” Gator’s tone surprised her, nearly making her drop the carton of eggs from her hands. Both of the twins jumped as well and the slow but sure sound of them beginning to cry rang into the air. She sighed as she set the eggs down, then went to comfort them on the floor, “I tried to call, you didn’t answer.” His tone sounded off, like he was scared. 

“I must’ve left my phone upstairs,” Daphne blinked in confusion as she began to bounce Piper in her right arm. She held the pacifier up to Knox’s mouth with her free hand, waiting for him to calm down too, “Sorry, they were both fussy last night and she keeps-, where are you going?” She asked him in confusion, unsure of where he was disappearing to now. 

He stomped up the stairs, taking two at a time as he gripped the railing and moved like he was on a mission. She waited, watching the way Knox sniffled and gripped the pacifier before he went back to smacking his little palms against the pots on the floor. She walked towards the stairs quickly, holding onto Piper as Gator vanished upstairs. 

“Gator,” She yelled up after him in disbelief, holding onto Piper as she continued to whine, “What are you doing?” She glanced towards Knox, but didn’t trust him to not attempt to stand if she left. She couldn’t carry both of them up the stairs either, it was too hard for her.

“Did anyone come by?” His voice was loud as it carried down the stairs. She furrowed her eyebrows together, turning to see that Piper wore the same look of confusion. She shook her head, growing more concerned. 

“What?” She asked him seriously, not understanding why he’d be asking that unless something was wrong. He appeared again, poking his head out of their room just enough so she could see him. 

“Daphne,” His tone was tense, “Was anyone here?” He asked again, more sternly this time. She shifted Piper in her arms as she began to whine, clearly wanting to be held by him instead. 

“Who would be here?” She asked him seriously, shaking her head as he dipped back into the bedrooms again. She sighed as she turned to look down at Piper, looking at the sadness that was swirling in her eyes

“Nothing is out of order then?” He asked, finally returning down the steps. He looked around the living room next, then the kitchen as he rubbed his palms across his pants. Piper grew fussier, holding her arms out towards him as a shrill sound left her lips.

“No one has been here,” She replied, although she felt an uneasy feeling growing in her stomach as Gator took Piper from her arms. He paused, rocking her back and forth before he kissed the side of her head, “What’s going on?” It was her turn to be stern. She held her hands out in disbelief, needing answers from him this time. 

“I just panicked,” He mumbled as he bent over to pick up Knox, who had dug his tiny fingers into Gator’s pants in an attempt to stand, “It’s nothing.” He shook his head, holding them both close to his chest. She rolled her tongue around the top of her mouth, knowing that he was lying to her. 

“You thought someone was inside the house,” Daphne told him seriously, “That’s not nothing. What’s going on? Why were you gone so long last night?” She demanded of him, frustrated that he kept sneaking around her questions. He sighed deeply before he pressed a kiss to Piper’s little fist.

“It’s just the case we’re working on,” He responded as he brushed his cheek against Knox’s, “I just let it get to me.” He mumbled underneath his breath, avoiding eye contact with her as the twins continued to snuggle to him. 

“You’re lying.” She told him seriously, trying to keep her anger at bay. She knew it wouldn’t do any good to get mad at him for not telling her. It would only make him keep even more secretive. She just wanted to make sure he was safe. That’s all that she wanted. 

“Someone left a note in dads house,” He mumbled softly as continued to hold both of the twins in his arms. She winced a little bit, hoping it wasn’t hurting his sore arm, “In the girls room. I just got scared that they came here too.”

“Why would someone do that?” She asked him, suddenly feeling scared herself. She couldn’t imagine someone breaking into Roy’s house. He always had it well guarded for his own paranoid reasons. If someone got in there, they could get their house with no issue. 

“I don’t know,” Gator sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said seriously, still looking tense as he looked over the twins as if he was ensuring that they were alright. Piper squealed in response, her eyes bright as she stared up at him. 

“I’m sort of freaked out right now,” She laughed underneath her breath, “What’s going on?” She could feel her heart fluttering roughly inside of her chest as her own worries grew. No matter how many times Gator would try and dismiss her, she knew that something had to be wrong. She chewed on her bottom lip, wishing he’d be honest with her. 

“I need to go check on dad,” Gator mumbled as he slowly set a squirming Knox back down, “I know, I know. I’ll be right back though.” He looked guilty again as he handed Piper to her. It took a minute to get her situated, as she continued to lean forward to try and attach herself to him. He brushed his fingers through her hair, looking like this was killing him. 

“You haven’t slept at all,” She reminded him, feeling bad as Piper started to cry again, “Do you have to go?” She asked him seriously as she began to bounce Piper, trying to calm her down as her cries began to grow louder. 

“I’ll be back,” He replied with a nod of his head, “This shouldn’t take long.” He lingered for a second, bending over to pepper a few kisses against Piper’s forehead. She reached her tiny fists out, looking frustrated as her cheeks began to grow red. 

“Alright,” She agreed with him, because she really didn’t know what else she could say. He’d go regardless, “Just please hurry back.” She replied, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. He exhaled roughly before he nodded, then turned on his heels as he left them once again. 

She sighed deeply, unable to fully process that he was out of the door again as the sounds of both of the babies crying grew louder. She shifted them onto her lap on the couch, bouncing both of them in an attempt to get them to calm down. 

She felt like her nerves were frazzled by the time he returned again, which wasn’t much longer, just as he had said. Still, Piper had been inconsolable since he left. She finally got her to sleep, but didn’t have the heart to let her go. She felt bad for her. 

“Are you done being a busybody?” She asked him, watching the guilt spread over his expression as he kicked off his boots. He worked on removing his jacket next, then his gun. He kept his hoodie on as he walked towards them. 

“For now,” He replied as he sank down onto the couch. He smiled as he reached forward, picking up Knox who had begun to scoot towards him, “I’m sorry.” He said seriously, his eyes regretful as he pulled Knox onto his lap. He kissed his head softly, smiling as Knox offered him his pacifier. 

“You can’t apologize for your job,” She mumbled as Piper continued to snooze against her chest. She knew she should keep them on the same schedule, but she didn’t want to wake her when she clearly didn’t feel good, “Did you get hit?”

“Uh,” He paused, “Just a little bit.” He rubbed at his cheek, narrowly avoiding the bruise that was underneath his eye. She watched the way he quickly turned away, smiling as Knox started to kick his feet. 

“I’m going to have to wrap you in bubble wrap,” Daphne mumbled as she continued to look at his black eye, “The same guy get you?” She questioned him, feeling worried. She hoped that it wasn’t someone too dangerous. 

“Something like that,” He mumbled as he leaned forward, holding Knox up into the air so he could brush his forehead against hers, “You smell good.” He took her by surprise, making her smile as she looked up at him. 

“You smell like smoke,” She said seriously as she rubbed her hands across his jawline, “Like really bad.” She cracked a smile, trying to make the conversation a little lighter as Knox giggled in his hand. He nodded as he sat back down, pulling Knox up against his chest. 

“Sorry,” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head, looking deep in thought for a moment, “I’ll go clean up in a minute.” He replied, looking like he wanted to do anything but that as he stared down at the way Knox had lazily rested himself on his lap. 

“That sounds good. You should rest,” She told him softly, watching the way he continued to look at Knox, “Did something else happen?” She questioned him gently once again, hoping that he would trust her enough to open up. 

“They caught the guy that shot the officer, you know at the gas station,” Gator replied slowly, “He drew on dad so he had to shoot him.” His tone was flat as he spoke, like he didn’t know how to fully think about it. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, leaning forward this time so she could comfort him. 

“Oh,” She frowned as she squeezed at his fingertips, “I’m sorry you had to see that.” She told him truthfully, sure that it had to be pretty scary. He chewed on his bottom lip as he nodded along with her. 

“Nothing unusual,” He said dismissively, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He mumbled as he bounced Knox up into his arms as he stood. He grinned, dipping his face down so he could pepper kisses across Knox’s face before he sat him back down on the floor. 

“I’ll make you some lunch,” She offered, “Is a grilled cheese alright?” She asked, doing her best to gently shift Piper around in her arms. She was sure that she could cook while continuing to hold onto her. 

“Sounds fucking amazing,” He laughed, “Thank you.” He kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering against her skin for a few seconds. She closed her eyes, thinking about how deeply she missed him too. 

He inhaled his sandwich once he was done in the shower, returning in only a pair of gray joggers as she worked on getting a bottle ready for Knox. She tried to find something to say, but was unable to do so as she awkwardly tried to twist the lid of the bottle off with one hand. 

“I can take her,” Gator said softly as he reached for Piper, “Is she sick?” He sounded worried as he picked her up, his eyebrows knitting together at the way she started to fuss before she calmed back down into his arms. He held her tightly, gripping her the same way he had with Knox earlier. 

“She might be coming down with something,” Daphne confirmed as she moved her shoulder around, her arm sighing in relief as the muscles were no longer straining, “She didn’t sleep well last night.” She told him gently, speaking the truth but also not wanting him to feel guilty for something he couldn’t help. 

“Poor girl,” He mumbled as he gave her cheek a few kisses and swayed her back and forth in his arms, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone.” His tone was full of regret as he brushed his long fingers through Piper’s thick hair. 

“You can’t help it,” She told him gently, confirming that the milk was at the right temperature before she bent over to give it to Knox, “It wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to hear you snoring.” She teased him, watching the way Knox began to inhale the bottle in a similar way to how Gator had chowed down his sandwich. 

“Funny,” He laughed as he shook his head, looking content as he continued to swaddle Piper to his chest, “I missed the three of you. A lot.” He mumbled as he rested his cheek against the top of Piper’s head. He inhaled deeply, looking like he was worried that she might be upset with him. 

“We missed you too.”

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Gator was attentive that night. She wasn’t sure how he managed to stay awake, even though she was certain that he didn’t sleep the night before. He laid on the floor with both of the twins, playing with them and then later helping them feed. He handled the diaper changes and also the bottle feedings. She had a feeling he felt more guilty than what he was letting on.

“Are you coming to bed?” She whispered softly, brushing her fingers through his hair as he rocked Knox in the rocking chair. The little night light was shining in the nursery as Piper laid peacefully in her crib. Knox was deep asleep as well, but Gator still held him tightly. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled softly, his eyes glazed over in a sleepy haze as he looked down at how Knox had his lips pursed together, “I was just waiting a moment.” He replied as he brought his finger against Knox’s cheek.

She smiled gently before she bent over to kiss the top of his head. She stayed there for a moment, inhaling the scent of his shampoo from his shower earlier. He moved his body closer to her, sighing softly as he rested against her. 

“You’re doing a great job,” She told him then, feeling like he needed to hear it, “The twins will be so happy to hear that their daddy is such a good guy, that he takes down all the bad guys.” She giggled as she pulled away, a little surprised at how his features remained stoic.

“I hope so,” He smiled stiffly as he shifted Knox in his arms before he stood from the chair. He cradled their baby to his chest, holding him closely before he bent over to brush his lips against hers, “I’ll be there in just a second.”

“Okay,” She mumbled, blinking softly as she watched him. She nodded her head, enjoying the way his eyes sparkled from the night light, “I’ll see you in a minute.” She told him gently, moving slowly as she turned back down the hallway.

She wanted to press more about what was going on, but knew that it would do no good. He was stubborn. If he didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t going to without a fight. She didn’t want him mad at her. Not when he was clearly stressed about work. 

“Sorry,” He mumbled as he walked into the room, smiling softly as carried a bag inside. She looked at it curiously as she finished rubbing lotion onto her legs, “I just hate putting them down sometimes. I missed them.”

“It’s alright,” She told him honestly, watching the way he flicked the main light off and turned his lamp on, “They missed you a lot too.” She replied seriously, knowing that was part of the reason Piper had been so fussy. 

He nodded his head, looking happy with her answer as he slowly sat down on the bed. He covered his face with his hands, sighing deeply as she scooted towards the bag that was left open. She looked at it curiously, glad that it wasn’t filled with guns but also worried about the amount of rope and duct tape inside. 

“What’s this?” She asked as she held up the mask that had fallen from his bag, “You went trick or treating?” She asked him, raising her eyebrows as she inspected the Jack Skellington mask in her hands. 

“Undercover,” He said quickly, “I did not get any candy. I swear.” He replied with a hint of a smile, looking tired as she scooted closer to him. She crossed her lips, pursing her lips into a grin as she held it up to his face. 

“Mhm,” She hummed as she moved the mask over the back of his head, “Huh. Not bad.” She replied, tapping her fingers across the side of his mask. She tried to blame it on him being shirtless, but she knew that wasn’t really the case. 

“You like it?” He asked, tilting his head in a manner that had her insides clenching together in awe. She chewed on her bottom lip as she slowly nodded her head in agreement as a warmth spread down between her legs. 

“You look pretty sexy,” She giggled, then gasped as he pushed her back onto the bed, “What are you doing?” She chewed on her bottom lip, hoping that it was going somewhere.

He looked slightly menacing as he crawled over her, his muscles bulging as the light from the lamp danced off of the side of his mask. She breathed in heavily, chewing on her bottom lip as she felt his warmth spreading to her body. 

“Shh,” He teased her as he looked down at her from the mask, “Just relax.” He mumbled, moving his casted hand to grip her chin. She fell silent, unable to speak as her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She stared up at him, trying to keep her hips from moving up against him.

He brushed his fingers over her hardened nipples underneath her pajama shirt. He tilted his head, watching the way she squirmed underneath him before he moved his hand further down. He sat on his knees, kicking her legs far apart before he began to tug her shirt up over her shoulders.

She gasped as the cool air settled around her skin as a fire settled through her veins. He leaned down, tilting his mask up just enough to free his lips as he brought his tongue down against her sensitive buds. She moaned, arching her chest up towards him as he brought his wet tongue down against her nipple.

Jolts of electricity spread through her body from the sensation and a rough moan left her lips as he flicked his tongue down across the bud again. She whined, rolling her hips up towards him this time as she felt her clit throbbing in anticipation.

“Hm,” He hummed against her nipple, sending vibrations down her body. He dragged his fingers down her sides. She watched the way his mask fell back over his face, covering him as he gripped her pants. He quickly pulled her pajamas down, followed by her panties as he left her exposed, “So pretty.” He mumbled as he dragged his right fingers through her wet folds.

He lightly dragged them across her clit, making her gape as he collected her slick along his fingertips. He inhaled deeply, his chest falling and rising as he slid two fingers inside of her easily. She moaned as he pushed his fingers to the brim, only stopping once his cast pressed up against her.

“God,” She moaned as she rubbed her hips up against his long digits. He curled them inside of her easily, tsking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as she continued to grind up against him, “S’nice, baby.” She whined as he dragged his fingers deeper inside of her wet walls.

He leaned down again, pushing the mask up so he could lick at her nipples once again. He wrapped his lips around her sensitive bud as he continued to grind his fingers into her fluttering cunt. She cried out as she rested her hands near her head, moaning as curled his fingers deep inside of her.

She moved her hips with his movements, enjoying the way he easily slid inside of her hole. He brought his teeth down against her nipple, biting softly as she arched up against him again. She licked her bottom lip, whining as the pleasure grew deep inside of her.

“Gator,” She whined as she fought the urge to latch her thighs around his wrist, “I want you.” She told him seriously, breathing out roughly at the way he lifted his face up towards her, HIs mask was still in disarray, revealing his wet lips to her. 

“You want my cock?” He mumbled, sending her stomach twisting into knots again as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt. He brought them up to his mouth, making a show of it as he licked his fingers clean. She whined as he gripped her wrist with his free hand, then brought her palm against his bulge.

“Yes,” She replied, whining as she rubbed her palm against his hard cock, “I want your cock so badly, daddy.” She whispered softly before she quickly sat up. She didn’t have to remove the mask to know that he was smirking, probably cock as she quickly pulled his pants down. 

She slowly brushed her palm around his hard cock, admiring the way her fingers struggled to wrap around his girth. She pumped him slowly, earning a low groan from him. She grinned, chewing on her bottom lip before she took the opportunity to shove him back this time.

“Fuck,” He hissed as he shifted onto the pillows, pushing the mask up over his head as he eagerly watched the way she straddled his lap. His eyes stayed glued to her body, searching over her curves and tits as she reached down between their bodies to grip his cock again, “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled, making her face flush as she quickly turned away from him.

She couldn’t fully process his compliment, taking to sliding his pink tip inside of her wet walls. She felt her eyes flutter shut at the sensation of being stretched out. He moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly as she adjusted along the length of his cock.

She breathed in sharply, feeling like she was inhaling more of his cock as he slowly thrust his hips upwards. She shifted on his lap, resting her palms down against his abdomen as she slowly moved herself along the length of his cock.

“Oh,” She whined, her eyes shutting in awe as he pressed her back down onto his cock. She moaned at the way his cock curved inside of her, hitting her bundle of nerves. He grunted in response, his eyes filled with hunger as his eyes glazed over her body, “Jesus Christ.” She moaned out, unable to think of any other words as she focused on the way his cock pressed deeply against her spongy walls.

His groans grew louder as he dug his fingertips into her skin, holding onto her tightly as he began to move her body up and down his cock. She whimpered as she closed her eyes, her boobs bouncing from the rough way he was moving her.

Her legs trembled around him, her cunt clamping down along his thick girth as the sound of their flesh meeting filled the room. She looked down at him, admiring the way his features knitted up into pleasure. She moaned, leaning down to press her lips against his.

He kissed her roughly, his mouth sliding against hers blissfully as they captured each others sounds of pleasure. He dug his heels into the mattress, holding her tightly as he began to roughly rock his cock into her. 

She pulled away from his mouth, her forehead falling against his as she cried out from the overwhelming pleasure. She felt her toes curling in awe as her muscles began to clench together as she felt her orgasm growing near.

“Fuck, fuck,” He hissed roughly, his breath warm against her cheek as she continued to shake above him. He held her tightly, keeping her in place as his thrusts became faster and more brutal. She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, sending her over the edge, “That’s it baby, taking my cock so good.” He grunted as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She trembled above him, her orgasm crashing over her as she clamped down around his cock. He continued to mumble and groan, whispering dirty words to her that she couldn’t quite understand from how foggy her brain suddenly felt. 

Her arms felt weak as she fell against him, her sweaty chest brushing against his as he pressed into her deeply. His cock slid inside of her, pressing into her to the brim as he came with a loud groan. His spunk painted her walls, filling her with his cum.

She panted against him, shaking a little bit as he rubbed his palms across her backside gently. She whimpered as she rested her cheek against his, trying to get her heart to stop racing. He tilted his head towards her, slowly brushing his lips against her own. 

“S’alright?” He questioned between rough spurts of breath. He paused before he kissed the corner of her mouth again, making her giggle softly as she wrinkled her nose up.

“Yeah,” She smiled as her heart continued to flip around inside of her chest, “I’m tired now.” She replied dramatically, squealing at the way he smacked her backside. She wiggled her face into the crook of his neck, enjoying how close they were for once.

“Poor, baby,” He mocked playfully as he continued to rub her sides, “You scared me earlier, you know.” He mumbled as he rubbed his fingers across her spine. She inhaled softly. 

“I’m sorry,” She told him truthfully, “I didn’t even think about having my phone on me.” She replied, moving her head further towards his chest so she could hear his heartbeat. He hummed in response.

“I know,” He told her as she continued to listen to the way his heart was moving underneath her ear, “I just want you to be safe.” He mumbled a little softer. She began to wonder what could be so dangerous that he felt like he had to hide it from her. She continued to rest against him, hoping that he wouldn’t be so worried once the case was over. 

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[buckysgrace]

29. Linda

Part 29 to Every Little Thing!

The next day was smoother. He ignored his phone and was pleasantly surprised that he didn’t have Roy breaking his door down. Things felt a little smoother, like things were finally going to get better. 

He pushed the stroller around while Daphne searched through her list on her phone, marking off the various things that she needed. Grocery shopping wasn’t the most extravagant thing, but he liked doing it with her. He liked to watch her, how she’d wrinkle her eyebrows together in concentration and squint her eyes as she tried to examine which brand she wanted. 

“C’mere,” He grinned as he picked up a fussy Knox, “Oh is that better?” He laughed, watching the way he stretched his little limbs out. He rubbed his fists against his eyes, roughly brushing the sleep away before he yawned widely. 

“Do you want to get diapers?” Daphne asked him suddenly, turning to face him as she gripped their very full cart. He kept his features stoic, doing his best not to laugh. He knew why she was trying to get rid of him. She liked to explore the store on her own. He was sure he’d be hunting her down in a few minutes. 

“We can’t get it together?” He asked her curiously, bouncing Knox as he began to coo. He had apparently found his voice while he was sleeping last night. He kept making little sounds, shrilling loudly in excitement. 

“It’s all the way in the back,” Daphne laughed as she leaned over the shopping cart, “Please. There’s nothing else we need over there. I just need to get the vegetables and we’re done.” She smiled sweetly, her expression like honey as she batted her eyelashes at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” He answered a second later, “Leaving us with the dirty job, huh?” He teased Knox, tickling his little tummy before he headed towards the back of the store. It was fairly busy despite being so early in the morning. 

Knox babbled along, cooing loudly as Gator searched for the right brand of diapers. He nodded his head along, answering to Knox’s sounds before he picked out the right one. He balanced the diapers in his free hand, grinning at the way Knox had successfully gripped his sunglasses. 

He furrowed his eyebrows together and blew little bubbles from between his lips as he delicately balanced the sunglasses in his little fists. Gator was a little worried he’d toss them on the floor, but he did a good job of holding onto them tightly. Gator held him a little closer, suddenly aware of how fast he was growing. 

“You alright?” He asked as he approached Daphne again, noticing how she was slightly paler than usual. He almost wondered if she was having another wave of morning sickness until he noticed how tightly her features were knitted together. 

“Yeah,” She responded as she looked over her shoulder, “Some guy just came up. He asked about you?” She questioned him as she held her thumb over her shoulder, looking confused as she shook her head gently. 

“Oh yeah?” He asked softly as he wiped away the drool from Knox’s mouth. Knox giggled again, bouncing in his arms and shaking his sunglasses around in his free hand. 

“He talked funny,” She said a second later, making him freeze, “Kind of like in riddles.” She said a little slower, looking over again as if she was trying to find him. He stopped bouncing Knox as his heart began to hammer roughly inside of his chest. 

“What did he say?” He asked gently, feeling his fingers twitch. He had his gun tucked in behind his pants, hidden away for safety. He had an urge to reach for it, to grab her and rush her out of the store. 

“Just basically said he knew you,” She said as she knitted her eyebrows together, “I think.” She shook her head, still looking confused as she reached her hands out for Knox, who had begun to squirm. 

“You didn’t catch what he said?” He tried to sound as casual as he could as he handed over Knox to her. She kissed his head gently, bouncing the little boy as she shrugged her shoulders gently. 

“He was hard to understand,” She mumbled, “And I’m awful at riddles. You know this.” She laughed like it was funny, but all he could feel was the large hole slowly dragging him further down. He was fucked. It hadn’t been Munch he killed the other night, it had been someone else. 

He felt the air in his lungs turn to ice as he suddenly came to the horrible realization that Munch knew who Daphne was. Which meant he probably knew about the twins and where they left. He exhaled roughly, suddenly feeling like he might get sick. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked him gently, tilting her head as her expression blossomed into worry. He shook his head quickly, not wanting to scare her. She was delicate at the moment. She didn’t need to worry about anything else. 

“Nothing,” He replied, “I was just thinking about who it might be.” He smiled softly, doing his best to remain calm as he felt his heart beating roughly inside of his chest. He quickly grabbed the cart, ushering her along as she pushed the stroller behind him. He looked around carefully, moving slowly just to be safe. 

“Is he some new friend?” She asked him a second later, moving a little faster to keep up with him. He started to unload the cart quickly, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible. He knew the house would no longer be safe. He didn’t know where to go. If he told Roy, he’d be pissed. This was his own fault. 

“No,” He answered quickly, “Nothing like that.” He stacked it all on the belt, his hands shaking as he tried to get his nerves to settle down. They were okay. For just right now they were fine. 

He worked fast to take the bags out, not really caring where they landed as he tossed them inside. Daphne looked at him in confusion but he ignored all of her questions. Out. They needed to get out. 

“We’re not going home?” She asked him a few minutes later, glancing out the window as he pulled into her parents house. He’d made his mind up on the way there. It wasn’t safe to go back to the house. Not yet. 

“Not yet,” He said quickly, “In a few minutes. I have a surprise.” He tried to make it sound better than it was. He didn’t want to tell her that someone was out for them, for him. He had a feeling Munch wouldn’t care how he hurt him. 

“Oh?” She blinked, looking at him in confusion as he unlocked the car. He had plans to toss all of the groceries inside of her parents house, then leave her and the twins there while he got their bags ready. It was too dangerous for her to follow him. 

“I thought we could go ahead and take a vacation,” He mumbled underneath his breath, “Somewhere warm, yeah? Doesn’t that sound nice?” He asked her, turning to face her in hopes that she took the bait. She drifted her eyes across his features as she slowly nodded her head in agreement.

“Okay,” She replied gently, “So soon? I mean, like right now?” She shook her head in concern, looking like she couldn’t make sense of what was happening. He squeezed her hands gently. 

“Right now.” He told her seriously, nodding his head before he hopped out of the truck. He scooped all of the bags up in both of his hands before he walked up the porch, moving quickly as he brought everything inside.

“Oh,” Ruby smiled as she looked at him bewildered, “I didn’t need any groceries.” She said at last, still smiling as she watched him drop them off.

“We don’t need them,” He said softly, “Well, except for the baby stuff. We’re going to go on a little vacation.” He explained as quickly as he could, still having no idea where they would go. He could figure it out on the drive there. They just needed to get out of here for a while.

“A vacation?” Bruce looked at him curiously as he wrinkled his eyebrows together, “Does Roy know?” He asked a second later, though Gator was fairly certain he knew the answer. He pulled a stiff smile to his lips before he shook his head no.

“Heat of the moment,” He said at last, “Do you care to keep Daphne and the twins busy?” He asked, glancing out the window to notice her struggling to get the diaper bag out. Ruby perked up at that.

“No, we don’t mind,” She answered eagerly as she put her jacket on, “I’ll go help.” She said quickly, sounding excited as she left to help. Bruce lingered for a moment before he slid his coat on.

“What’s with the rush?” He asked finally, his features relaxed as if he knew enough to not get mad. Gator chewed on his bottom lip, not wanting anyone else to get hurt.

“She just deserves it.” He answered simply as he walked out the door. His hands were still shaking so he shoved them into the pockets of his leather jacket. Daphne looked towards him, her eyes softening as he approached.

“Where are you going?” She asked gently, leaning against him slowly. He pressed himself closer against her, soaking in her warmth as he thought about how screwed up the situation was. He had fucked up. He was scared. He just didn’t want her to know that yet. He’d have more than enough time to explain himself on the road. 

“I’ll be back,” He responded, looking in at where Ruby and Bruce were taking the kids out of their car seats, “I need to talk to my dad.” He said truthfully. He needed to explain what had happened, why he needed to be gone for some time. 

“About the case?” She asked him gently, “Is he mad?” She looked at him worried, wrinkling her eyebrows together as she brushed her fingertips over his jacket. He exhaled roughly. 

“No, no,” He shook his head as he lied, “It’s nothing about that. He mentioned something about the barn being in bad shape. I was gonna work on it with him.” He replied instead, hoping that she would believe at least one more lie. He felt terrible lying to her, but it was for her own good. 

“Oh,” She replied, “It’s going to collapse?” She looked up at him softly, her blue eyes bright and gleaming as she took him in. He hated himself suddenly. He didn’t want anything to happen to her. 

“He thinks so,” He told her softly, “So don’t go around there. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He replied gently, hoping that she knew just how much he was in love with her. It pained him to think about something bad happening to them. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt either.” She told him gently as she reached a hand inside of his pocket, then squeezed at his fingers. He nodded his head, feeling a little more reassured at the feeling of her skin against his own. 

“I won’t,” He promised her gently, “I’ll be right back. Wait for me here.” He told her instead of asking, fearing what might happen if she went to the house on her own. He exhaled, thinking about how he’d need to get Birdie too. 

He walked over towards the ranch, inhaling the brisk cold as it settled inside of his bones. He felt paranoid at the way he kept glancing around, but he was sure something was wrong. Munch had only ever left a symbol before, but that didn’t mean he’d do worse this time around.

He thought that Daphne and the twins would at least be safe around Bruce. Perhaps Munch didn’t know about her family. That could buy him some time. He walked around his cruiser, preferring to keep it parked on the ranch so Daphne wouldn’t have to see when he came and went on his little trips. It was wrong of him.

“Where’s Roy?” He asked Bowman once he approached the property, confused at the lack of people around the property. Bowman leaned against the side of the railing, looking unimpressed as he looked down at him. 

“Today’s the debate,” He drew out slowly, “He got Nadine. Out in the barn.” He jerked his head in that direction, making Gator’s mouth go a little slack. He didn’t recall locking her in the barn to be part of their plan.

“Thanks,” He said, inhaling deeply as he shook his head, “Can you have him call me when he gets back?” He asked him, knowing that by the time Roy returned he’d be long gone. He glanced around, wondering if he should take another vehicle to be safe. 

“Of course,” Bowman replied, “You look troubled.” He commented, looking like he knew all as Gator scoffed underneath his breath. 

“I’m not,” Gator defended himself, “Daphne’s just been sick.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She did have bad morning sickness. He looked away again, feeling like he was wasting time by standing here. 

“Maybe she wouldn’t be if you’d stay off of her.” Bowman laughed, looking amused at his own joke as Gator felt his face flush. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head but still a little grateful that Bowman had never said anything about him and Daphne. Bowman had been unlucky enough to catch Gator and Daphne in a very compromising situation a long time ago. 

“Thanks,” He mumbled as he rubbed his thumb against his chin, “Is the barn locked? I wanna drop in real quick.”

He could tell by the sounds and the expression on her face that she’d been meddling with something, or trying to at least. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the debate?”

“Dad wanted me to hang back,” He mumbled as he approached her, confirming that the chain was in place before he stood in front of her, “What did you tell the FBI?”

“Me? Nothing.”

“I saw you,” He replied quickly, “With those two agents at the hospital.”

“That is a thousand percent on you,” She piped back, “They came to me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sloppy as shit,” She answered, sounding more angry as the seconds went on, “And that leaves folks asking questions.”

He stood

“Why were you kidnapped? Why did your house burn down?” She questioned him, “I never told anyone.” She told him, her voice soft as she continued to hold his gaze. He stared at her eyes, feeling like she was being truthful. 

He nodded his head in agreement, feeling a little awkward at how he felt like he needed to thank her. He didn’t need the FBI on his case next, not when he was sure Munch was close by. An awkward tension lingered between them as he thought of why he’d come here in the first place. 

“Gator, I saw your mom.” She changed the subject first, almost making him feel as if he’d been hit as she chose her topic. He drew his eyes back down to her, shaking his head as he tried to process her words. 

“What?” He asked her, sure that he had heard her wrong as he felt his eyebrows furrowing further down on his forehead. There was no way she’d seen his mom. No way. She was gone, long gone. 

“Linda. I saw Linda. She’s safe,” Nadine answered quickly, “She didn’t want to leave you. She wouldn’t. If she had the choice. Understand?” She whispered this time around, like it was a secret between the two of them. 

He felt his features relaxing for a moment, then hardening back together as he thought over her words. If Linda was nearby, they would’ve heard something from her. She was gone. He didn’t know why, but he was sure that she was gone. Never to return. Nadine was taking him as some sort of fool. 

“He was going to kill her, “ She continued on as he looked around the room in disbelief at her words. She had to know that it wasn’t true, “So she had to go to save herself. But she was coming back for you. I was bringing her back.” He kept blinking, kept shaking his head as it became too overwhelming for him. 

“Just-,” He shook his head, his tongue feeling numb in his mouth, “What the fuck are you talking about?” His arms felt like they weighed a hundred tons as she leaned forward to clasp her hands around his left wrist. He took a few steps forward, leaning down closer to her despite his own protests. He felt like he was a teenager again, sitting by his window and hoping that he’d see his mom come strolling down their driveway. 

“I’m saying, your mom, she made it. She got away and she’s safe and I can take you there, if you help me,” She told him quickly, desperately, “But we have to go right now.” He stared down at her, feeling a rush of emotions hitting him. Nadine seemed genuine, but perhaps that was the worst part of it. She was putting on an act, trying to knock him down a few pegs to make him weak again. He wasn’t weak. He knew better. 

“You’re such a liar,” He told her, “You never told the truth, not once in your life.” He spat out, reminding her of just how badly she’d lied to him. She had lied about taking him with her, just as she was lying now. 

“I swear I can take you to her.” Her eyes were glossy, glazed over as she continued to dig her fingers into his flesh. She was hanging on to the hope that he would give in, that he would betray his dad. He had no reason to believe her. 

He ripped his hand free, feeling even more on edge suddenly, “No. You’re not going anywhere.” He was going to leave her here to rot, just like she had done to him. He turned away, moving back towards the door. It had been a bad idea to come here. 

“I have to get to my daughter,” She said at last, sounding more desperate than before, “You can’t understand that because you don’t have one, but she needs me.” She looked like she was close to tears this time. 

“I have a daughter,” He said finally as he looked back at her, “And I’m sure your kid would be better off without you anyways.” He was still angry with her, still bitter after all these years. She deserved what she got, just as he had deserved all the punishments from Roy while she was gone. It was only fair. 

“Did you ever wonder why you’re not named Roy?” Her question came out loud as she moved to her side on the bed, staring at him expectantly with flames in her eyes. He lingered, even though he knew he should move on, “Huh? You’re the fifth boy in a long line of first-born Roys. Your name’s supposed to be Roy, but your dad said he took one look at you in the hospital; this pale, puny lizard and he knew you’d be a loser for life.”

He stood there, exhaling harshly as he absorbed all of the information. It hurt to think about, but deep down he knew it was true. His dad never explained to him why his name was different, only that it had fit him. His heart began to beat slowly inside of his chest as he felt his blood heating up in a fresh wave of anger. 

“He said he’d rather have his name die out than have you carry it,” She carried on with venom in her voice, “Ask him.” She challenged, fully knowing that he wouldn’t be able to do it. He didn’t want to know. If he asked, he was sure that Roy would be honest. He hadn’t proved himself to be a good son yet and now here he was, running off with his family as soon as his mistakes caught up to him. It was pathetic. 

“Hope you die in here, Nadine,” He told her, staring ahead where he could make the snow from the wooden planks of the door, “Never see your daughter again.” He spat back, feeling the venom curling inside of his own chest. It was always the same with them, even when they were younger. They aimed to kill. 

“No you don’t.” She said softly, her features and gaze softening as she watched him. He didn’t mean it because he wouldn’t want to be in her position. He didn’t want to lose his kids either, but he kept his tongue still from rolling the remorses free. She didn’t have to know how he felt. 

The door slammed open, taking them both by surprise as he jolted back. Daphne’s features were wrinkled tightly together in anger, her eyes flashing as she parted her lips to say something as he felt his heart slowly coming to a stop. 

She met his widened brown eyes, his hands coming forward to stop her as she stepped inside. The angry look on her features faded into shock as she looked around. Nadine sat forward quickly, shouting something out as Gator quickly gripped Daphne’s bicep and dragged her across the wooden floor. 

“That’s-,” Daphne paused, her feet dragging as Gator pushed her out of the door, “Was that Nadine?” She breathed out, looking taken aback as she blinked her eyes quickly. She stared up at Gator, her jaw going slack as she watched him lock the door. 

“What are you doing here?” He hissed in response, dragging her far away so she couldn’t listen to Nadine from inside the barn. He closed his eyes, knowing how badly this would be. She had seen her. 

“Gator,” She breathed in deeply, “Was that Nadine? Chained up?” She continued to shake her head, staring back at the barn as if she had imagined it all. He wished she had. 

“C’mon,” He pulled her forward, “It’s not important.” He tried to dismiss her worries, at least for right now as he pulled the cruiser door open for her. 

“You said you weren’t going to get her.” She stared up at him in alarm, her blue eyes wide like she was begging him to tell her otherwise. He looked back at her, feeling at a loss of where to go from this. It was bad. This was all bad. 

“I never said that.” He dismissed her, shaking his head as the frustration grew inside of him. This wasn’t how he wanted her to find out. He glanced around, feeling like it was even more urgent for them to leave. 

“Oh my God,” She breathed in deeply, looking like she was beginning to break down again, “Oh my God. What do we do? We have to free her. Maybe if we let her go she won’t talk about you. She’ll act like this never happened.” She held her hands up to her head as she spoke, her eyes glazed over as she shook her head back and forth. 

“Daphne-,” Gator sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he quickly shook his head in frustration, “Just get in the car.” He told her quickly, begging her so they could go. There was too  much to explain to her right now. They just needed to leave. 

“What’s going on?” She asked him seriously, her voice shaking as he shook his head once again. He rubbed at his jaw. 

“Get in the car.” He told her firmly this time, watching as she quickly ducked inside. He exhaled, making sure that she was safely inside before he shut the door behind her. 

“Oh Jesus,” She breathed out as she sat down, covering her face with her hands, “What are you doing?” She turned towards him, her eyes bright as the tears strolled down his cheeks. He looked at her, dumbfounded with himself. He didn’t want to make her upset.

He stared ahead for a moment, really not sure what he was doing. All of the lines had become blurred, mixed as one as he took a deep inhale. He wished he could take it all back suddenly. He didn’t want her to get mixed up into this mess. It was too late now. 

“Gator,” She turned towards him, looking at him seriously, “Do you realize what could happen? Have you thought about what you’re bringing our kids into?” She shook her head, wrinkling her eyebrows together as she watched him. He rested against the seat, feeling at a loss. 

“I’m not bringing them into anything.” He responded, mumbling underneath his breath as he wished it to be true. Everything was fucked. They needed to leave. Right now. 

“They need you,” She told him sternly, “And I can’t be a part of whatever this is.” She moved her hands about, still stressed out as he drove back down the driveway. It was close enough to walk, but he didn’t think it was a good idea to try and trudge her through the snow in this state. “What does that mean?” He asked her softly, feeling a little worried at her words. He didn’t do all of this just to lose her. 

“Whose that?” She asked him instead, sniffling as she faced forward. He pulled into the front of the ranch slowly, feeling irritated before he hopped out of the car. He slammed the door behind him, feeling irritated as his anger swam inside of him. 

“You need to drive away,” Gator huffed out as he walked with meaning towards the front of the gate, “I’m going to shoot you for trespassin’.” He warned, still feeling the feelings of anger from his previous conversation with Nadine. 

“Not until I talk to Mrs. Lyon.” Witt answered, looking determined as he balanced awkwardly on his sore leg. Gator honestly didn’t know what he was thinking coming out here on his own. Did he not know what Roy could do? 

He took it upon himself, shooting his next warning into the middle of Witt’s windshield. Witt jumped, scattering back as Gator lazily pointed his gun towards him next. He didn’t think about Daphne in the car, knowing that there was no going back now. She would see who he really was. 

“Next one goes in your head.” He said gruffly, watching the way Witt slowly gathered his senses and pulled his car door open. Gator waited, needing him to leave before he did something stupid. He was too on edge at the moment. 

“I know you don’t think they’re coming, consequences, they’re almost here.” Witt spoke up again, breathing out his own little warning before he settled into his seat. It was enough to make Gator scoff. He was already fucked. He knew that. He didn’t care about what the law was at the moment. It was just about putting as much distance as possible between his family and Munch. 

“Bye bye,” He mocked, ensuring that Witt got in his car before he turned around, “You see him again you shoot on sight.” He told the two men that were waiting, looking rather dumb at the tight way they clutched their rifles to their chest. Sometimes, Gator didn’t understand the point of Roy’s security. It was clear some of them had never shot a gun before. 

He got into the car, taking off quickly after Witt’s car. He turned in the other direction, heading towards the William’s farm as Daphne’s quick breaths filled the silent car. He gripped his fingers around the steering wheel, knowing that she wouldn’t look at him the same again. 

“You just shot at his car!” She replied in horror, her eyes wide as she stared at him, “Why would you do that?” She asked him curiously, making him shrug as he brought the vape up to his lips. He drove down towards their house, wondering if she’d even want him to go with her now. He wouldn’t blame her. 

“He’s on private property.” He said at last, though his voice went raw for a few seconds. He kept his gaze straight ahead, too afraid to turn towards her in case he broke down. He couldn’t. Not just yet. There was no point in crying. It would all be over soon. 

He left the car first, leaving her to stumble behind him as he unlocked the front door and went inside. He raced up the steps, feeling like he might collapse if he stopped moving. The anger was fading away, the adrenaline as all he was suddenly left with was Roy’s voice nagging in the back of his mind. 

“What are we doing?” She asked him softly, watching as he shoved various baby clothes into the many diaper bags that they had. He wasn’t sure how they’d bring everything, but he’d figure it out. He reminded himself of the money, knowing that could get them fairly far as well. 

“We’re leaving.” He hated the way his voice shook, how he had to clear it and blink away the blurry gaze in his eyes. He feared that she would change her mind, to say that she wouldn’t go with him. 

“Leaving?” She asked him incredulously, “But we need to help-,” 

“Daphne,” He snapped, not meaning to but fully overwhelmed, “Please. Just-,” He inhaled deeply, “Help me out. I’ll explain everything after. Please.” He told her seriously, feeling a little sick as he stared at her. She parted her lips, nodding her head softly as she moved to help him. 

She took his hands, squeezing them tightly as he continued to will himself to stop shaking. He closed his eyes, counting his breathing as he tried to ignore how overwhelmed he was. He was going to be fine. They were going to be fine.

“We can leave,” She said softly as she moved a hand up to cup his face, “But you know you need to free Nadine. You know what’s right.” She told him gently, bringing his chin up towards him as he slowly nodded his head in agreement. He knew what was right.

“Do you hate me?” He asked her, worried about what she might say. She looked at him for the longest time as he searched for the disappointment in her eyes. He didn’t see any, just concern. 

“No,” She said softly as she looked at him, “I don’t hate you, but you need to fix this first. Then we leave.” She nodded her head, giving him a reassuring squeeze before she helped him finish packing. He lingered against her touch, wondering how he could be so stupid. 

“I’ll take this out,” He mumbled softly as he took the bags, “Do you want to start on our stuff?” He asked her, watching the way she held eye contact with him. She brushed her hands against one of the quilts on the back of the rocking chair. 

“Only if you promise that you’ll tell me everything once we leave.” She said softer, watching intensely as he nodded his head in agreement. He had plans to do so anyway, but he could promise this one thing for her. 

“I will,” He told her as he kissed the side of her cheek, “I’ll be right back.” He carried their things down, pausing for a second before he headed to the basement. He swooped up the bag of money, then the guns that he had hidden away. He figured that he’d need both of them. 

He walked outside, enjoying the cool breeze against his warm skin as he carefully set everything outside on the porch. He stared at the keys in his hands, then turned towards the barn that seemed very far away suddenly. Nadine didn’t deserve to suffer. He would free her. She deserved to see her daughter, even if she didn’t keep her promise to him. 

He cursed underneath his breath as he slid down their few steps, almost falling onto the ground before he balanced himself again. He barely had time to stand up straight before he felt something crash against his face, the pain spreading through his body before everything went black. 

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31. Smoke & a Light

Final part of Every Little Thing! Thank you so much for reading <3

2020

Life was hard without Gator.

They made it with many visits, phone calls and the video chats that they got. He wasn’t in jail too far away, but it still took a few hours to get back and forth. She wondered where they would go when he got released from prison. 

It had been hard moving back in with her parents at first, but she was grateful for the help. Ruby was always good with the kids and things got to stay semi-normal as Daphne did more around the ranch. Birdie was comfortable here, as was Gator’s snake.

She moved back into her old room, while they spruced Noelle’s old room up for Maude and Jessica. She moved Piper and Knox’s nursery into Oliver’s old room, deciding that there wasn’t any rush to move them apart for now. 

Moving didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, but she wouldn’t do it until she had Gator’s support. The small town that they lived in had turned brutal. Everyone spread rumors anyways, but she had heard some fairly cruel things about how it was impossible for her to not have been involved, or she was just downright dumb to not notice what was happening underneath her nose.

She knew she shouldn’t listen to any of them because they really didn’t know what she’d gone through, but it still bothered her. She should’ve been more aware, she knew that. There was no changing it now. She just hoped that it could all be left in the past. 

Piper and Knox had the hardest time adjusting in her opinion. There was no way to really explain where Gator had gone and they had clearly taken notice of his absence. They cried and whined for days, weeks until they eventually died down. She almost thought that was the worst part, she was afraid that the twins would forget who he was. 

In April they had a small party for the twins, to celebrate their birthday. Daphne had saved a piece of the Winnie the Pooh cake that she had baked for them. She hoped that she’d be able to bring it in for Gator. She took plenty of pictures, hoping that he’d be able to look at them when the time came. 

She worked on slowly scrubbing Knox’s face clean, sighing as she realized the blue icing was completely in his hair. She shook her head, wondering how someone so small could be so messy. 

“When will Gator be back?” Maude whined as she held onto Daphne’s arm, swaying back and forth as she tried to get her attention. It had been a struggle to pay attention to both sets of twins. She knew Maude and Jessica missed their parents, but she was struggling to care for them. They often didn’t like to listen to her. She felt bad, but many times she found herself pushing them off towards Ruby. 

“Soon,” Daphne answered gently, “He’ll be back before you know it.” She tried to give her a gentle smile, but she was worried about Gator. His moods seemed to change every time she visited, but it wasn’t because he was doing it on purpose. He was going through a lot too. 

“What about my mommy and daddy?” Maude blinked up at her curiously, her eyes mirrored behind thick eyelashes as her expression slightly fell. Daphne paused, parting her lips as she dropped her hands away from Knox. 

“I don’t know,” Daphne answered honestly. Karen’s sentence had been a lot longer and she was sure that Roy’s escape would only occur when he finally passed, “Do you want to write to them again?” She asked softly. Karen answered as frequently as she could, but Roy had yet to answer one letter from the girls. She suspected that he wouldn’t either. 

She’d been working on teaching them all braille despite Gator getting so offended over it. She thought that he was getting upset over nothing. Even if his eyesight was coming back, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to know. She had plans on all of them writing a letter once they got a little better. 

“Dada,” Piper babbled out, leaning over Daphne’s knees to poke at her baby bump, “Dada.” She proclaimed proudly, her brown eyes shining as she exposed her little teeth. Daphne grinned to wipe the drool from the corner of her lips.

The twins had yet to see Gator in prison, but that mainly had to do with the drive. Daphne and Gator had both agreed it would be safer for them to visit once the new baby was born, just in case she went into labor early again. 

“That’s the baby,” Daphne grinned, watching as Piper continued to poke at her, “Can you say baby?” She drew the syllables out slowly, watching the way Piper watched her in interest. Knox waddled over at that, squeaking loudly as he barreled his way past Piper to drag himself up onto Daphne’s lap.

“Daphne,” Ruby’s voice was soft as she approached, “You have a letter.” She said slowly, sounding hesitant as she spoke. Daphne sighed as she pulled a whining Piper onto her lap next, balancing her and Knox on her knees. 

“From who?” She asked curiously, knitting her eyebrows together as she wondered who would be writing to her. Gator couldn’t, not unless he had asked someone to do so. He wouldn’t do that though. He was too proud to ask for help. 

“Roy.” Ruby said at last, staring back down at the envelope. Daphne felt her pulse quicken just a little bit as she thought about him. He hadn’t been kind during the trial. Not to Gator, her or her family. They were all dead to him, that much was certain. 

“Oh,” Daphne paused, not knowing what to say, “You’re sure it’s from him?” She held a hand out, keeping the twins from smashing their heads together as they started to squirm around on her lap. 

“Yeah,” Ruby replied as she tilted the envelope in her fingers again, “Maybe we should just get rid of it.” She suggested a second later, making Daphne nod in agreement. She didn’t need the added stress right now. Not with her due date approaching.

“I’m sure it was something clever,” She said with a shake of her head, “It doesn’t matter anyways. If he’s not writing to his daughters he shouldn’t be writing to me.” She brushed it off, though she had a gnawing feeling that it was something bad. At least insulting. She didn’t want to see it right now. 

“You shouldn’t worry about it,” Ruby agreed as she put the letter up on the mantle of the chimney, “When do you go to see Gator again?” She asked as she took a seat at the opposite side of the couch, grinning as Piper’s face burst into joy.

“Dada!” She exclaimed happily, her brown eyes flashing as she looked around. Daphne pressed her lips together, thinking that her actions were cute but feeling bad at the same time. She brushed her fingers across Piper’s small back as she bounced her. 

“In the next few days,” Daphne told her honestly, “Dad is trying to see if he can be there for the delivery.” She mused gently, still desperately hoping that Gator would be able to come. It wouldn’t feel right without him being there. He deserved to meet his child right away. 

Things just didn’t seem to be working in her favor. All the meetings with the lawyers and officers seemed pointless, even meeting with her dad at times. He was this supposed great lawyer, but he was still unable to get these small strings pulled. She really thought he might be able to do so, considering how bad her last delivery went. 

“There’s nothing you can do?” She asked Bruce again, feeling defeated as she stared down at the papers in front of her. Knox wiggled around in her arms, more attached to her than usual. She supposed that he was soaking in his last few months of being the baby. 

“No,” Bruce sighed softly, “I’m sorry, but that’s out of my hands.” He tapped his fingers against his desk, looking rather stern about his answer. She was still curious about her father, wondering how he hadn’t gone down with the whole ordeal. Apparently he only stuck to the legal part of it and refused any and all true information about what Roy did. 

“He deserves to meet his child.” Daphne took a deep breath, trying to keep her bottom lip from wobbling as she pressed a quick kiss to the top of Knox’s head. He looked up at her curious, his brown eyes wide and reminding her of Gator’s. She missed looking at Gator. 

“He also has to do his time, just like everyone else. He can’t always get special treatment.” Bruce pointed out what she already knew. She felt guilty about thinking that his punishment should be less, but she also couldn’t help it. She cared about him. There was a difference. 

“I need him there.” She told Bruce softly, knowing that he had no idea of what she had gone through. Ruby’s pregnancies and deliveries had been easy and painless, in her own words. Daphne didn’t know what she would do if she was as weak as last time. She looked at Knox again, wondering if she’d even be able to hold him by the time she had the new baby. 

“Your mother will be there,” Bruce said dismissively, “I’m still working on a conjugal visit.” He said with a nod of his head, acting like it was supposed to make everything better. She paused, figuring that it might work more in their favor. Especially if she got to bring the kids. 

“Even if we’re not married?” She asked him nervously, knowing that the rules were strict. Technically, their state didn’t even allow conjugal visits but they were still trying. 

“We’ll try and work around it,” He replied a second later, “You might be looking at a shotgun wedding though.” He chuckled, looking amused as she shook her head at his words. Marriage was the least of her worries at the moment. 

“Great,” She muttered underneath her breath, “That’s just what I wanted to hear.” She replied slowly, giving Knox another quick squeeze as she tried no to stress over everything that was happening. She reminded herself that things were hard now, but it would be easier soon. Once she had Gator back. Everything would fall back into place.

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“Should you be here?” Gator questioned her, touching the side of his glasses as she took her usual seat. She had to slightly straddle it, her protruding belly too large to sit facing the table. 

“What do you mean?” She asked him curiously, pressing her bangs out of her face before she rested her palm against her belly. The baby was moving, alert and kicking as she suddenly had a strong urge to pee again. That was the worst part about the drive here. 

“You’re just so close to being due,” Gator spit out quickly, “I don’t want something happening. Especially here.” He glanced around, looking like something bad would happen. She shook her head, pausing before she reached forward to take his hands gently in hers.

He was paler than usual and his hair was longer, shaggier despite her asking them to give him a haircut the previous week she had been here. She wondered if he had refused, or if they had just simply chosen not to do it.

He was getting around better with his walking stick, which she was glad about. She was thinking about suggesting a dog once he was free from jail, but she wasn’t yet sure how he’d feel about that. 

“Maybe it should happen here,” She teased, “You could cut the cord.” She told him, thinking that he’d at least be able to hold their baby right away. It killed her to think that he wouldn’t get the skin to skin contact that he had really loved with the twins. 

“With my teeth or-?” Gator asked her, mocking in return as he referenced the lack of sharp tools near them. She grinned, glad that he was doing well enough to keep his humor. She supposed that was a good sign. 

“If that works,” She laughed as she moved his hands around in hers, “I wanted to see you before that. Are you excited?” She asked him, hoping that he would be excited. She watched the way his features remained the same, stoic. She wondered if he was doing that on purpose, just trying to hide himself away so she couldn’t tell how he was feeling. 

“I am,” He told her gently, “I wish I could be there.” He sounded solemn that time but kept his gaze pointed towards the table. He had told her that he was seeing better out of one eye, but still saw nothing out of the other. She still wanted to know why he wouldn’t reveal who had done it. 

“Me too,” She responded, “But my mom will be there. Dad is gonna watch the kids with the help of Noelle and August.” She listed off the plan, hoping that things would go smoothly. All three of them were good with the kids, but they usually had Ruby or herself there to help. They’d be on their own that night. 

“God be with them.” Gator teased, his lips pulling into a smile as he turned in her direction. She stared at the slight stubble on his skin, how he had a fair mustache beginning to show. 

“Yeah,” She grinned in agreement, “I think I’m having a boy.” She said at last as she rubbed her hands over her stomach. Gator reached forward, dragging his palm across the table until he found her baby bump. 

“How do you know?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he continued to drag his palm across her tummy. She grinned at the sensation, enjoying the way their baby fluttered about inside of her. 

“I don’t know,” She said softly, “Just a feeling.” She told him honestly. She didn’t know how to explain it. Her bump looked similar to last time, but she couldn’t base the way she carried the twins then to the baby now. It would be a surprise and she was fine with that. 

“As long as they’re healthy,” He replied gently, smiling at the way the baby kicked against his palm. She wrinkled up her nose, swearing the baby was purposely kicking at her bladder, “Just promise me you’ll be safe.” He said worriedly as he tilted his chin up towards her.

“I will,” She told him, knowing that there were a lot of things that could break that promise, “You be safe too. You’re going to have your hands full when you get out.” She reminded him, then pondered on it for a moment. They would have five kids to watch over soon. 

As June crept around she grew more and more nervous. She wasn’t sure she was ready for another baby, but it was too late to fret about that now. She was really scared about the delivery process. She didn’t know what to do if things went bad again. 

Her contractions didn’t seem as sudden, nor as painful as what she remembered them to be the first time around. Her water broke early in the morning, before anyone got too busy working on the ranch. It was hard leaving Piper and Knox behind for so long, but she knew she’d be back soon. She kept reminding herself that everything would be fine. She needed things to be fine.

“Another boy,” Ruby repeated with a smile, “Oh he’s so sweet. He looks like Knox did.” She was bent over the bed, looking down at the little baby in Daphne’s arms. He did look a lot like Knox. He had a full head of hair, darker like Piper’s. Although, Daphne was almost sure that his eyes were blue. 

“Gator liked the name Noah,” Daphne sniffled as she held her baby close to her chest, “He should be named Noah.” She decided at last, nodding her head as she slowly traced her finger across his little cheeks. 

Her next visit she brought Noah with her, but wasn’t able to tug around the twins with her. She decided she’d bring them on the next visit. It was too hard for her to tug around all three of them at once. Not to mention that Knox and Piper had been a little jealous of the new baby. Gator was also only allowed three visitors at once, no exceptions. She’d work around it somehow. 

“Hi,” Daphne spoke softly, trying to keep herself together as she carried Noah in his car seat, “He’s so excited to see you.” She told him, unable to hide her excitement as she set the little area up. 

“Yeah?” Gator turned up towards her, not quite in her direction but close enough, “How was it? How are you?” She moved close to him, not caring if the guards said anything as she quickly wrapped her arms around him. She squeezed him tightly, thinking about how desperately she missed him.

“Good. It all went well. No issues this time around. I delivered naturally too.” She replied, repeating what she had already told him earlier in the week on the phone. She kissed the top of her head, missing the smell of him. 

“That’s good,” He nodded as he held onto her, inhaling deeply. His voice sounded raw, “I missed you so much.” He mumbled into her chest, sounding just as beat up about the whole ordeal as she did. She felt the same way. 

“I missed you too,” She rubbed her nose against his cheek, sniffling as she pulled away, “Come on. I want you to meet him. He’s a big boy, just like Knox was.” She wiped at her eyes, trying to keep herself from falling apart as she looked back down at the sleepy infant. 

“How big?” Gator asked in excitement, moving around in his chair to better position himself. She paused for a moment, watching the way the guard flinched as if he was expecting Gator to do something bad. 

“Seven pounds, eight ounces,” She grinned as she gently unstrapped Noah from his car seat, “He’s a hungry one too. He latches well.” She grinned as she picked him up, watching the way he scrunched his body into a ball before she handed him gently to Gator. 

“Wow,” She watched, observing the way Gator’s features lit up as he held Noah close, “He is a big guy, isn’t he?” He stared down at him, moving his free hand to push his glasses up onto his long and unruly hair. He looked down at him, squinting his eyes like he was trying really hard to see him. 

“He sleeps really well,” She told him truthfully, “And he doesn’t cry a lot either. He’s a good baby.” She smiled, watching the way Gator blinked a few times as Noah snuggled deeper against his chest. 

“Wow,” Gator brushed his fingers across Noah’s features gently, making the infant’s lips curl into a soft smile, “He has my nose.” He observed, glancing up towards her direction as she nodded her head in agreement. She suddenly felt overfilled with emotions. 

“Yeah,” She covered her mouth, hoping he couldn’t see how she was struggling to keep it together, “Another little Knox. You guys could be triplets.” She laughed, more to herself as she thought about it. They could all dress up together one day. She thought that would be nice. 

“I can’t wait to see him,” He replied, then paused for a moment, “Like really see him.” He mumbled as he continued to trace his fingers across Noah’s features. Daphne thought it must’ve felt good, because Noah let out a little squeak and his lips curled up into a smile again. 

“You are,” She reassured him, sitting closer as he continued to snuggle Noah to his chest, “You picked out a really good name for him.” She told him seriously, liking the way Noah had fitted in. Even if the twins were a little jealous. She thought that they’d warm up soon enough. Especially with them all being so close in age. 

“I thought you picked the boy names?” He teased her softly, still looking content as he rocked Noah in his arms. Daphne paused as she held her phone up, taking a quick picture so she could print it out later. 

“This one felt right,” She said truthfully, “Besides I decided on the middle name. Alexander. Noah Alexander.” She grinned, liking that it matched with Knox’s name. She wasn’t sure if any other kids were in their future, but if there were she’d want to continue the trend. 

“Fits perfectly with Knox Andrew and Piper Sue.” Gator told her, speaking her thoughts as she pressed her palm against her cheek. She leaned forward, touching the tip of her finger against Noah’s long hair. 

“Piper Sue is really cute,” Daphne giggled as she stroked their baby’s forehead, “I’m glad you got to meet him.” 

2021

“Dada!” Piper proclaimed happily, wiggling closer so that she nearly crawled up onto the table. Daphne smiled apologetically as she held onto her, hating that there was a glass wall separating them this time.

Gator’s features still broke into a grin as he leaned forward, pressing his palm flat against the glass as Piper nearly thunked her head against it. Daphne held her back just a bit, then released her once she was safe.

“Hey guys,” Gator’s eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses as he spoke, though she could hear the emotion in his voice, “I missed you both so much.” He cooed, tilting his head against the phone as Piper leaned her face against the glass.

“Kiss.” Piper demanded, her eyebrows knitting together as she roughly pressed her pointer finger against the glass. Daphne sighed as she balanced Knox on her leg. He continued to cling to her, looking a little overwhelmed at the whole visit. 

“Not today, baby,” She apologized gently, “There’s glass here. Daddy can’t get the kiss right now, but it’ll be okay.” She used her free hand to rub Piper’s back, watching the angry look that stayed plastered on the toddler’s features. 

“No.” She said quickly, in the same manner she used when she got peas on her plate. Daphne rubbed at her back, knowing that this would be hard for them to understand.

“She sounds like you.” Gator teased, speaking up as he continued to leave his hand in the same spot. Piper kept poking at it intently, as if it might make the glass disappear. 

“Oh no,” She grinned as she bounced Knox on her knee, earning a little giggle from him as she kissed his cheek, “They have their daddy’s attitude.” She told him as she pushed the hair from Knox’s forehead.

“Hi,” Knox finally spoke up, his voice soft and quiet as he looked at Gator, “Daddy?” He turned his attention up towards Daphne, his brown eyes wide and filled with curiosity. She nodded her head reassuringly.

“Yeah, that’s daddy,” She smiled as she pointed towards Gator again, “Doesn’t he have the coolest shades?” She laughed as she held Knox up, letting him get a better view. He was a little longer than Piper and still heavier, but out of all of the kids he was the one who wanted to cuddle the most. She was sad that Gator was missing that. 

“Yeah,” Knox giggled as he balanced himself on Daphne’s thigh, “Want.” He grinned excitedly, turning his attention towards Piper who had begun to squeal in delight. She was in her own world, trying to match her little hand up with Gator’s. 

“You want them?” Gator grinned widely, “I’ll get you a pair when I get out.” He promised softly, looking relaxed and more calm as the time went by. Daphne smiled in agreement, excited that there was only one more year. They could get through it. 

“Did you enjoy the cake you got?” She asked him, wiggling her face between the two toddlers as they were both sitting up near the glass now. Knox had started to poke his finger against the exposed parts of Gator’s hand, as Piper now had two palms up against his. 

“I did,” Gator agreed, looking amused as he turned his attention towards them. He could see fairly clearly out of one eye now. The last time she came in he had moved in close, pointing out the freckles on her cheek. He wasn’t completely blind out of the other, but he could only make out various shadows and colors. Sometimes he could make out shapes, “It was really delicious.” He added, continuing to wiggle his fingers to get the twins to squeal.

“Good,” She said softly, wishing that there wasn’t a piece of glass between them. She wished that she could pack him up and take him home, “What have you been doing? Are the lessons going any better?” She asked, glad that he had finally taken up to learning braille. He still insisted that he didn’t need it, but she thought it would be helpful. She was trying to get the twins to learn as well.

She listened as he spoke, her heart hammering gently in her chest as she continued to think of how desperately she missed him. She kept reminding herself that it would be soon, but it didn’t make the time tick by any faster. She felt guilty on the days that seemed to feel like months, like she was missing out on how fast the twins were growing. On how Noah was growing. It was all hard.

That Halloween had been particularly hard to find something that everyone would like. Maude and Jessica finally settled on Elsa and Anna after a long battle of who would be who, leaving Daphne to decide that Noah would be a fairly good Olaf. Piper and Knox had grown obsessed with Mickey Mouse, so she felt like it would be a good idea to dress them as Minnie and Mickey. Only Noah had grown fascinated with their ears and kept trying to eat them. 

Hiding the Halloween candy had been even harder. Noah was now at the age where he was wobbling around so whenever Piper or Knox got into something, he wasn’t far behind. His eyes had changed since he was an infant, now matching the same hazel as the other two.

Peeling off the costumes had been another story. She nearly bought a whole other set, just to try and get Piper out of hers. She liked her polka dotted dress, her soft heels and mouse ears. There had been more than one morning that a tantrum had been thrown, just because she wanted a mouse nose and whiskers drawn onto her. 

“Oh,” Daphne paused as she leaned against the door, “Hi.” She blinked in confusion, wrapping her cardigan around her tightly as the brisk November air swept in. Nadine stood in front of her, all bundled up with a child that seemed a little older than Maude and Jessica. 

“Hi,” Nadine answered with a smile, “We brought cookies. Can we come in?” She asked kindly, looking unsure as if she wasn’t really sure why she’d come either. Daphne knew that she had been visiting Gator in jail, but she hadn’t expected her to come here. 

“Um, yeah,” Daphne nodded her head quickly as she moved out of the way, “Sorry about the mess.” She apologized quickly, looking at the scattered toys that lingered about. Ruby and Bruce had a cattle show this weekend. They had been kind enough to take Maude and Jessica with them. Daphne was sure she couldn’t handle the five on her own. Her three kids were ornery enough. 

“It’s okay,” Nadine replied gently, holding onto whom Daphne assumed was her daughter as she walked inside, “I’ve heard that you have your hands full.” She said with a laugh, glancing over as Piper took off chasing after Birdie. Daphne sighed gently.

“Gator?” She asked, locking the door behind her. She shivered as she adjusted to the warm air once again. Noah came forth, apparently deciding that he no longer needed his shirt. 

“Yeah,” She smiled as she nodded her head, “We saw him last week, didn’t we Scotty?” She handed the box of cookies to Daphne before she gave her daughter a soft squeeze. Scotty. Daphne liked that. 

“We did,” Scotty replied in agreement, “I told him about the different types of alligators.” She replied with a shy smile, glancing down as Noah began to tug at Daphne’s pants. She picked him up quickly, then reached for the discarded pacifier he’d thrown earlier. 

“Oh neat,” Daphne said with a smile, “Snakes are his favorite animal.” She told her gently, hoping that would give her some more ideas about what to speak to Gator about. She knew that he enjoyed the company. She wished she could be with him all the time. 

“Cool,” Scotty replied, “Are these my cousins then?” She looked at Noah eagerly, having the same look in her eye that everyone else did when they wanted to hold him. Noah was a nice mixture of Knox and Piper. He didn’t mind being held by others, but he still preferred to be held by someone that he knew. 

“Yeah,” Nadine nodded her head, “Looks like you have a bunch.” She laughed, moving out of the way as Piper came into the room once again. She was holding Birdie gently, triumphantly as the large cat seemed to have just given up. Daphne ensured that he wasn’t actually bothered before she let Piper get too far. 

“Three of them,” Daphne smiled, “Do you want to hold him?” She asked, motioning Noah out towards Scotty. 

“Can I?” She grinned in excitement, looking at Daphne and then back to her mother. Daphne nodded her head, smiling as she slowly passed the chunky baby off towards Scotty. 

“Sure,” She said gently, “He’s learning how to move, so he’s a little wiggly.” She warned her, knowing that Noah wouldn’t stay long before he had to be on the move again. 

“What’s his name?” Nadine asked, glancing down as Scotty balanced him in her arms. He had his eyebrows raised, his eyes glued to her as he appeared to be unimpressed. Like he was trying to decide if he liked them or not. 

“Noah,” Daphne smiled, “And this one is Piper and this is Knox.” She responded as she touched each of their hands. Knox jolted, looking surprised as he looked at the two strangers. 

“Hi.” Piper waved, grinning from ear to ear as she held up her little shaker toy. Knox wobbled away, whining as he gripped a hold of Daphne’s knee this time.

“He’s not very talkative,” She apologized, wincing as she bent over to pick Knox up, “That’s okay though, isn’t it?” She asked him as she kissed his cheek. He did like to talk, but only when he felt comfortable enough to do so. Knox nodded as he touched his sticky hands to her face. 

“He looks like Gator,” Nadine piped up, slowly holding out a finger until Knox worked up the courage to hold onto her and shake it, “He’s very strong. That’s good.” Knox giggled as he quickly pulled away, hiding his face in the crook of Daphne’s neck. 

“How have you been?” Daphne asked her, feeling odd to speak to her at all. It had been so long and she never really knew Nadine that well either. She rocked Knox back and forth as Scotty got dragged away by Piper, apparently becoming part of some sort of new game. 

“I’ve been really good,” Nadine answered with a smile, “And I go by Dorothy now. Or Dot. I think it suits me a lot better.” She told her as she played with the hem of her jacket. 

“Dot,” Daphne nodded her head in agreement, “That’s a really pretty name.” She told her truthfully, pulling out a seat so they could both sit down. Knox sighed dramatically as he dropped his head to her chest, signaling her that he was getting tired. 

“Your mom used to put on The Wizard of Oz all the time,” Dot replied slowly, “I guess I owe her for making me fall in love with the movie.” She said with a soft laugh, although Daphne didn’t think she owed them anything. She wished they could’ve done more to prevent her situation. Especially her parents. 

“She’s very particular about her tastes,” Daphne agreed with a smile, “Is there something I could help you with?” She asked a second later, sure that Dot had come here for some reason. 

“I just wanted to say thank you,” Dot said as she played with the sleeves on her cardigan, “Gator said you tipped the cops off.” Daphne blinked in surprise, feeling like she hadn’t done nearly enough. She had been so panicked about what happened to Gator that day that she had barely thought about anyone else.

“I tried,” She replied gently, “I didn’t know what else to do. I wish I had done more but he went missing and well-, it sort’ve took up everything else.” She did her best to explain, feeling guilty all over again. 

“I understand,” Dot nodded her head, “I would’ve been the same way if it was my Wayne. I’m glad you two got together. It’s sweet.” She smiled genuinely, making Daphne flush as she thought about how jealous she’d been of Dot’s relationship with Gator at one point. That had been such a long time ago. 

“Me too,” Daphne replied gently, “He’s doing a lot better you know? Now that his dad isn’t around.” She nodded her head, hoping that it would stay that way. Roy was like poison. Even though he was locked away, Gator did seem a lot more content. 

“He seems a lot happier,” Dot drew out softly, “You know if you need somewhere to live after, my neighborhood is super safe. Well, usually.” She added, then quickly shook her head like Daphne wouldn’t understand. 

“Yeah?” Daphne asked her softly, “I haven’t even thought about where we’d go yet.” She was a little surprised, sure that Dot was asking them to move nearby. That would be nice. Different. The fresh start that they probably needed. 

“We could be neighbors, all of us,” Dot suggested with a smile, “You know, I bet Wayne could even get Gator a job. He’s a car salesman.” She continued on, beginning to paint a nice picture in Daphne’s mind. She glanced at the kids, thinking that they would like that. 

“That would be something,” Daphne replied, feeling a little less lost about their future, “Thank you.” 

2022

“Okay,” Daphne checked over the twins again, ensuring that they were both clean and put together before they walked inside, “Do you remember the rules?” She asked them seriously, nearly wishing that she had gotten the backpacks with the leashes. She balanced Noah in her arms, although he was clearly wanting to get down and wiggle too. 

“No.” Piper said, grinning widely as she rocked from foot to foot. Knox turned his attention, his brown eyes wide like this was the first time Daphne had spoken to them. 

“The rules were to stay next to me,” Daphne repeated gently, “And to use our inside voices. Does that ring a bell?” She asked them, waiting until she had three little heads nodding back at her. 

“Uh huh.” Noah answered as he looked down at his siblings. More often than not, people mistook the kids as triplets. Sometimes they assumed that the twins were Knox and Noah and that Piper was the younger one. 

“Are you ready to see daddy?” She smiled at them as they waited at the door. It had been a long time coming, “He’s going to be so happy to see you.” She told them, thinking that he would be so excited to finally get his arms around them. 

“I miss him.” Knox answered as he pouted his little lips out. She had styled his hair back today, matching Noah once again. She thought that Gator would like it if they all mirrored him. 

“He missed you three too,” Daphne reassured as she held onto them, “Now daddy might be tired, okay? But that’s fine. We’re going to take him home.” She nodded her head again, but it was no use. They had all lost track of what she was saying.

They all snapped their heads up in unison at the sound of the door opening, then at the way the walking stick tapped against the floor. Daphne felt her heart race, her cheeks flush as she immediately moved forward. She could touch him, could hug him and hold him for as long as she wanted. 

“Daddy,” Piper’s little voice rang out, her voice chipper as she waddled her way forward, “Hi!” She exclaimed, beating everyone else as she threw her hands up dramatically. Noah wiggled down next, wobbling behind as Daphne realized for the first time that his shoes and socks were gone. 

“Hey,” He grinned from ear to ear, squatting down as he held his arms out towards them, “Oh wow. Look at how big you’ve gotten!” He squeezed both of them into a giant hug, rocking them back and forth for the longest time.

Noah began to babble about something, speaking faster than anyone could understand as Piper did her best to talk over him. Daphne nudged Knox along slowly, noticing the shy expression on his features. It had been some time since Gator had been able to really hold him. 

“Hewwo,” Knox breathed out shyly as he pulled his thumb from his mouth, “I miss you.” He kept his head down for a moment before he moved forward, only to be swept up by Gator as well.

“Look at all of you,” Gator mused as he held them tightly, giving each of them a forehead kiss, “I missed you all so much.” His voice rattled a bit as he spoke. His eyes were covered with the new pair of shades that they had gotten for him on his last visit. 

“Go home!” Piper exclaimed happily, slightly muffled by where she had her face buried into the crook of his neck. Daphne admired him for a moment, trying to decide the best way to wiggle her way into the hug.

His hair was longer than usual, floppy and grown out from the usual way he’d preferred it to be shaved. He claimed that they didn’t do it right in prison, but she had been wondering if he was enjoying the different way it felt. Especially since Roy couldn’t call him any names for having longer hair now.

“Of course,” Gator grinned as he stood, setting them down for a moment so he could grasp Daphne, “I missed you most.” He mumbled as he brushed his lips against hers. She clung to him for just a moment, her heart aching at how desperately she’d missed him too. It was fleeting as six little hands began to tug on them, forcing them apart. Daphne savored his warmth all the same, knowing she’d get him on her own later.

“I parked towards the front,” She responded as she picked Noah up, trusting him the least, “Do you have everything?” She asked him, glancing at the little clear bag he had on his side. Noah pressed his palms against Daphne’s shoulder, trying to get her attention as he babbled about something. 

“Right here,” He responded as he folded his walking stick up and took Piper in one hand and Knox in the other, “I’m ready.” Piper stared at where he put the stick, looking like she was plotting on how to get her hands on it later. 

As always, getting them into their car seats was a fight. Knox was always the most easy going about it, meanwhile Noah clashed and whined and kicked his feet the whole time. He did not

“Daddy, hold me.” Piper squeaked out once Daphne got into the driver's seat, her hair messy and nerves a little shot. She stared up into the rearview mirror, sure that she had heard wrong. 

“He can’t baby,” Daphne replied as she looked back at where Piper was struggling to break free, “You need to sit in your big girl seat.” Daphne explained, watching as Piper’s face began to grow red in frustration. She continued to whine, squirming about.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?” Gator questioned, “Just for today.” He said slowly, almost like he was regretting speaking up. She nodded her head quickly, not even thinking about how he probably did want to hold them. 

“Okay,” She agreed softly, “Just this one time.” She told her, reaching back expertly to get her unhooked and moved onto Gator’s lap. She melted against him, beaming happily as she moved her little arms around his bicep. 

“Me too mommy.” Knox said so sweetly, flashing his big brown eyes as he held his hands out expectantly. Daphne shook her head gently as she got him unhooked, smiling at the way his face lit up as well. 

“You too,” She agreed as she moved Knox onto Gator’s lap next, “Just no fighting.” She told them seriously, watching the way Gator moved his gaze down to them. 

“You two don’t fight, do you?” He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking at them expectantly like there was no way they’d do such a thing. Knox grinned as he pulled his hand up to cover his lips, having the decency to at least look bashful. 

“No,” Piper giggled, smiling brightly to herself, “Not evew.” She said as she rested her head against Gator’s chest. He leaned down, holding onto them both tightly before rocking them back and forth. Daphne supposed it wasn’t a complete lie. Piper and Knox really didn’t fight. It was Noah and Piper that she had to keep her eyes on at all times. 

“Good,” Gator smiled as he rested his forehead against theirs, earning another round of giggles from them, “You’ve been really good for mama then?” He questioned them seriously this time, a small smile fluttering to his lips at their back and forth banter. 

“Always,” Knox piped up, a shy smile forming on his lips as he rested his cheek against Gator’s chest, “Mama good.” He said with a nod of his head. Daphne knew it wasn’t always good. Even trying to leave with them this morning had been rough. But suddenly she felt like it didn’t matter. 

“Me!” Noah whined, “Me! Me!” Daphne shook her head, not phased by him wanting to follow along with his older siblings at all. She pulled him free next, holding onto him carefully as he wriggled in her arms. Gator took him gently, then balanced him on his lap with Piper. Noah’s face scrunched up in delight, his eyes shining with joy.

“And you too, big guy,” Gator teased as he brushed his fingers against Noah’s exposed toes, “You’re huge too.” He commented, looking pleased at the way Noah giggled in response. 

“Fat.”

“Piper,” Daphne looked down at them quickly, “Don’t call your brother fat.” She told her quickly, pausing before she began to reverse out of the spot. Piper and Noah certainly had a harder time getting along. 

“It twue.” Piper replied in a matter-of-fact way, her top lip puckered up and her eyebrows raised as she looked at Daphne. Daphne sighed as she turned away, knowing that Piper could argue for hours. 

“That’s all you.” Gator commented, looking amused as he glanced towards her. He moved a hand between the two toddlers, trying to keep Noah from poking at Piper. Knox sat on his own, watching the other two in exasperation. 

“Yeah,” Daphne muttered as Piper continued to give her the same look, “I know.” She replied, turning her attention back to the road as Noah started to babble once again. He spoke fast, his words blending together as he gestured his arms about. Piper swatted at him, looking irritated once again. 

“You’re all perfect,” Gator grinned as he kissed their cheeks, pulling them close so they’d all likely forget their annoyances with the other, “I don’t ever want to let you go.” He inhaled deeply as he held onto them, making some of them squeal from his firm grip. 

“Okay,” Knox giggled as he snuggled closer, never one to deny cuddles, “I like that.” He proclaimed with a smile. Daphne watched them for a moment, shaking her head as she increased the volume on the stereo.

“I hope you like baby music,” She told Gator seriously as the song began to play, instantly gaining a chorus of cheers from the toddlers, “You’ll get used to it.” She grinned at his raised eyebrow, knowing that it would take some getting used to. She was fairly certain she listened to music for the kids, more than she listened to her own at this point. 

The drive seemed to be a lot shorter than before, which was more than fine with her. She was excited to bring Gator back, even if they no longer had their own home. They could figure that out later. 

Piper and Knox fell asleep on the way back, but Noah stayed wide awake and continued to coo and chatter about whatever was on his mind. Daphne knew that he was fighting sleep, doing whatever he could to avoid naps. He hated them, unlike the other two.

“Here,” Daphne paused as she picked up Knox, balancing him awkwardly in one hand before she reached for Piper next. The house wasn’t that far away. She was fairly certain she could carry them inside without dropping them, “I’ve got them.” She reassured him, although she could feel her arms struggling under their weight. She’d never fully felt like she got her strength back.

She only held them for a second before Gator took Knox from her arms. Noah had wiggled down, determined to move on his own as he waddled towards the front door. Gator grinned as he peered down at her, making her heart hammer roughly inside of her chest. She couldn’t believe it’d been so long since they’d been this close. 

She linked their fingers together, holding onto him tightly as they followed behind Noah. He was banging his fists on the door, glancing towards them in confusion like he didn’t fully understand why it wouldn’t open. Gator hesitated as he opened the door, looking like he was unsure about being back before he walked inside. Daphne followed closely behind, but made a beeline for the

“Hi, Gator,” Ruby greeted as she kissed both of his cheeks, “Oh, I’m so glad that you’re back.” She held onto him gently, smiling brightly as Noah zigzagged between all of their legs. 

“Me too.” He mused softly, still looking a little worried. He paused, crouching down low to greet Birdie who had slowly approached. He rubbed his head against Gator’s palm, purring at the attention. 

“Good to see you, son,” Bruce waved as he lazily handed Noah one of the discarded toys, “When are you going to propose to my daughter?” He asked, making Daphne’s features drop as she snapped her head towards him in horror. 

“Dad!” Daphne whined, face flushing as she shook her head, “Ignore him. There’s no rush.” She squeaked out, noticing that Gator’s face looked just as red as hers felt. 

“Three kids,” Bruce mumbled, “You’re not getting any younger.” He shook his head, looking like he didn’t know what the big deal was as he flicked his eyes back down to the book he was reading. 

“Bruce,” Ruby replied next, “You can’t just rush these things.” She shook her head, looking just as dismissive. Daphne balanced Piper in her arms again, hoping that this wouldn’t lead to another conversation about Hugh. She’d heard it all recently. 

“They rushed everything else,” He continued to mumble underneath his breath, “But what do I know.” Gator turned towards Daphne sheepishly, looking like he was about to say something before Noah began to tug at his left arm. He flinched, not expecting the movement.

“Ball.” Noah grinned happily, excited with his find as he held up the toy. Gator turned a little to better look at him, mirroring his smile as he took it in his free hand.

“Oh wow,” He drew out dramatically, “This is so cool, buddy.” He brushed his fingers through Noah’s hair, making him giggle before he took the ball from Gator’s hands once again. 

“Do you want to see the rooms?” Daphne asked him instead, hoping to make his transition a little easier. She didn’t want Bruce to badger Gator. She was sure he felt awkward enough. Gator nodded his head, using his free hand to take Noah’s as they headed towards the stairs. 

“Maude and Jessica will be home from school soon,” Ruby spoke up, “They’re excited to see you too.” She told him and Daphne nodded along quickly, knowing that they had missed him a lot too.

“They sleep down here,” Daphne pointed out, taking her time to show everything to him, “Piper has her own room at the moment. I moved the boys in together.” She pulled Piper’s door open, showing off the Tinker Bell themed room before she let Piper relax in her bed. 

“Yeah?” Gator grinned, watching as Noah rushed forward into his shared room, “Wow. This is where you live?” He teased him, still holding onto Knox as he looked around. The boys had agreed upon staying with the farm theme, although they were all currently obsessed with Bluey. 

“Mhm,” Noah smiled as he moved towards the bookshelf, “Mama, mama.” He whined as he pointed, standing on the tips of his toes as if he could grow and reach it. He furrowed his eyebrows together tightly and pouted out his bottom lip. 

She walked forward, picking up the toy car he was wanting. His little brown eyes lit up in joy as he held it to his chest, doing his best to mimic the sound of the engine roaring as he looked up at her.

“Thank you.” He told her, the th sound making an f instead. He waddled back towards Gator, grinning happily. Gator paused as he set Knox down into one of the beds. He looked at the car Noah was holding, grinning as he roughly clawed at his pants.

“Is that your favorite toy?” Gator asked as he picked him up. He smiled as he kissed the side of Noah’s cheek, while Noah showed the little red car off.

“Mhm, no,” Noah answered thoughtfully as he stared down at the car, twisting it between his chunky fingers, “I like.” He nodded his head, looking proud of his answer as Gator bounced him in his arms again.

“He’s a silly one,” Daphne smiled as she brushed her fingers across Noah’s exposed toes, “He still hates naps and bananas.” She pointed out, thinking that it was funny that the twins enjoyed the other two things quite a bit.

“Well how about that,” Gator grinned, watching as Noah intensely began to drive the car against his shoulder, “So, are you going to show me your room or do I have to work for it?” He asked, his lips curling into a smirk as Daphne felt herself flush once again.

“Mhm, I guess,” She grinned playfully as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “Not much changed, not really. I kept a lot of things from our room.” She told him honestly. Her former childhood room now reflected the room that they’d built together. She liked it.

“Did you go through my things?” He asked hesitantly as he looked around the room. She rested her hands on her hips as she shook her head.

“We just tried to quickly move it all without unpacking,” She told him as she glanced around, “I tried to keep up with washing most of them, but then it started to not smell like you.” She replied honestly, smiling sheepishly as she dragged her fingertips against his dresser. 

“Cheesy,” He smiled softly as he watched her, “I really thought you’d kick me out.” He said a little softer as he turned his attention back to Noah, who had started making car noises again.

“That’s stupid,” She said with a laugh as she held onto his waist, “I love you too much for that. Besides, I spent way too many years pining over you. You’re stuck with me.” She nodded her head, liking the way his cheeks turned pink. Just a little bit.

Noah crashed not long after that, the events of the day finally catching up to him as he drooled and slumbered into the crook of Gator’s shoulder. Daphne didn’t protest as Gator held him the whole time, knowing that he was more worried about bonding with him since he didn’t get the same amount of time with him. 

“So we can look at different areas to live,” She started to explain, pulling up the tablet at the different places she’d been living at, “We can get you on for disability, then we can find-,” 

“I don’t need that.” Gator interjected as he sat up a little bit from his position. Noah barely stirred, but Knox and Piper both turned towards him in interest. They were like little ducklings, just a few steps behind him no matter where he went.

They had retired to their room to rest before dinner. She had brought the twins along once they had woken up as they were still excited about Gator being back home. They had a million questions and both of them had to show off their favorite toys, blankets and stuffed animals before Gator had been allowed to sit down. 

“Huh?” She looked at him curiously, “It’s nothing bad. It would just be to help.” She told him seriously, 

“I can see from this eye,” He told her seriously, “My bad one I can make out certain shapes and colors. It’s not that bad.” He shrugged his shoulders, almost irritated that she had even suggested that. She watched him for a moment, knowing at the moment that neither of them had any sort of income. 

“It would just be for support,” She told him gently, “We could use the money.” She added a second later, hoping that he might not be so stubborn about it. She didn’t know what places would really hire him. Not because of his sight, but because of his past. 

“I don’t want it as long as I can work.” He replied, smiling brightly as Piper passed him a fake tea cup. He held up his pinky finger as he pretended to drink it, earning a giggle from her. 

“Okay,” She told him gently, “So what would you be doing?” She asked him, knitting her eyebrows together as she tried to get a sense of what his plan was. She hadn’t spent the past few years completely out of work. She’d tried a few different places, but each time it seemed that she got shooed away because of what Gator had been involved in. This town didn’t want them. They just needed out. 

“Maybe I could do something with welding,” He replied gently, “Or truck driving. If they let me do that.” He mused off, making her shake her head as she continued to scroll on her tablet, glancing at the houses that were listed. Bismarck wasn’t too far away. 

“You’re funny,” She smiled as she curled up to his side, “Especially if you think you can go anywhere without me again.” She told him seriously. She didn’t want to lose him ever again. 

“I’d pack you all up into the truck,” He teased, “It’d be a little tight.” He said with a laugh, making her grin as she thought about it. She was sure that the kids would find a way to be pleased. “Just a bit,” She agreed with a smile, “Wayne said you always have a place to start with him.” She suggested slowly, wondering if Dot had said anything else about it to him. She thought that it sounded fun. Her parents had even said they’d move too, just for the extra support. 

“I don’t want to rely on him.” Gator brushed her off as he began to thread his fingers through Noah’s hair. The youngest boy sighed, stretching out a little bit before he curled back up into Gator’s chest. 

“You wouldn’t be,” She told him as she sat up to look at him better, “You’d be working underneath him. And the guy is super nice.” She told him, knowing that Wayne wouldn’t think that at all. She’d met him now a few times. 

“I’m nice.” Gator said as he furrowed his eyebrows together, smiling as the twins started to clamber over towards him. Piper stalled, pouting as she realized that Knox was currently blocking her way.

“The nicest,” Daphne corrected with a smile, “And we’re so lucky to have you.” She told him truthfully, feeling like her world was slowly coming back into place. 

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Dinner was a mess of pasta sauce and thrown noodles, plenty of leftovers for Birdie to munch up off of the floor. He was good at grabbing it, no matter how hard Daphne tried to keep the kids from feeding him. They always found a way.

Gator seemed to enjoy bath time, even when Noah started to whine and cry about having to actually get into the water. Although he quickly grew fascinated by the rubber duck that Gator kept booping against his nose. The bubbles from the tub seemed never ending by the time it came to dry them off.

She let him take the reins in laying them down, enjoying the tight way he held onto them and the gentle way he kissed their foreheads. She wondered if he knew just how good of a dad he was. He was much better than his father. Then even hers. She was proud of him. 

She liked that Gator was able to bond with their children again, but she was even happier once they were asleep and she got him all to her own. She curled up behind him on the bed, threading her fingers through his chest hair as she buried her smile into his skin. 

She brushed her lips against his gently, thinking of how desperately she had missed him. She moved her fingers across his shoulders, soaking in the feeling of his warmth as she deepened the kiss. 

She slid her tongue against his slowly, pressing the tips of their tongues together. He sighed against her mouth as he brushed his fingers across the curve of her cheek, slowly turning so he could face her better. 

He still tasted the same, still melted in a similar manner against her mouth. She cupped the side of his cheek, lightly pressing her thumb into his flesh. His tongue continued to swirl against hers, dragging slowly before he flicked it against the roof of her mouth. 

He dragged his palms against her sides, touching her gently as she pulled him closer to her. She pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth, then traveled further down his neck as the moans from his lips grew louder.

He sat up a bit, molding his mouth against hers once again as she dragged her fingers against the hem of his pajama pants. She could feel his cock hardening against her hip, making her smirk as she slowly began to grind her hips down against him.

“Fuck,” He hissed out as he brought his palms against her waist, “Missed you.” He mumbled again as she peered down at him, grinning at the longing look he held. She crawled on top of him slowly, bringing his hands to her hips as she slowly pulled his pants down.

“Missed you too,” She told him softly, biting down on her bottom lip as she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock. She stroked him slowly, feeling her own desire burning between her legs as she watched the way he rocked his hips forward, “Thought about you so much.” She admitted, rolling her hips forward as she continued to drag her hand up and down the length of his cock.

“Yeah?” He whispered out huskily, his lips parted and cheeks pink as he continued to stare up at her, “Did your pretty tang miss me?” He teased, making her eyelashes flutter as he began to rub his thumb against her throbbing clit.

“Wanna feel for yourself?” She giggled softly, her body alighting into sparks as she pulled her panties aside slowly. She brought his long fingers against her wet folds. She whined at the feeling, grinding herself against his digits as a hazy expression grew over his features.

“Little slut,” He teased, his voice raspy as he continued to press his fingers against her slick pussy. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared up at her, “Wanna ride my cock?” He questioned, looking a little desperate as he wiggled himself back onto the bed.

She grinned, enjoying the way his eyes stayed locked onto her as she slowly pressed his pink tip against her fluttering hole. She gaped at the feeling, rolling her hips forward so his cock slowly slid inside of her.

She moaned at the feeling, completely in awe at the sensation of being filled by him once again. Her walls slightly burned at the intrusion before she quickly welcomed him, sinking down on him slowly as the pleasure shot through her body.

“Daphne,” He groaned as he took a hold of her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slowly lifted her an inch forward before he pressed her roughly back down. She whimpered in awe of being filled full of him, “Jesus, fuck.” 

She pressed her hands against the side of his face, gently holding him as she raised his head slowly. She brushed her lips against his gently, savoring the taste of his groans against her mouth as she adjusted to the stretch of his cock. 

“Feels good,” She whimpered as she slowly began to gain a rhythm, her mind fuzzy and eyes closing as she held onto him. She felt a cry leave her lips at the sensation of his cock pressing against her bundle of nerves, sending tingles of pleasure all through her body, “Gator! Oh God.” She whined, unsure of how someone could make her feel so good.

His fingertips continued to dig into her skin as he ghosted a series of kisses along her mouth, slowly thrusting his hips up with her movements as she moved her palms to his shoulders. She held onto him tightly, feeling her own moans rolling off of her tongue as she continued to rock herself along the length of his cock. 

She savored the drag of his cock, the way he curved and throbbed inside of her spongy walls. Her palms grew warm against his skin and her hips ached from how tightly he was gripping her. She didn’t push him away, rather encouraged him as she pressed herself down harder against his thick cock.

“You’re so pretty,” He mumbled as he brought his hands up to her tits, squeezing them in his hands as she continued to rock against him, “So fucking beautiful.” He grunted, his eyebrows furrowing together as he began to thrust up into her harder. She whined, enjoying the growing sound of their bodies meeting as it filled the room.

She found it hard to answer, her pussy clamping down around him as she felt another rush of pleasure rush through her body as he began to roll her nipples between his thick fingers. Her body felt on fire as his hands continued to wander over the curve of her body, like he was memorizing her. 

“You’re pretty,” She whispered softly between her gasps, enjoying the way his eyes widened and a fresh flush spread over his skin. She leaned down again, switching her position just a bit as she pressed a sloppy kiss against his parted lips. He groaned, moving his hands to her backside as he rutted up into her lazily, “Oh, fuck.” She whined, clinging to him as she felt her orgasm approaching. 

He held onto her tightly, rocking his cock deep inside of her as she came with a cry. She whined as her forehead fell against his, her moans loud as her walls fluttered around his thick girth. She clung to him, her skin sweaty and breathing labored as she felt her strength slipping away.

“Fuck, fuck,” Gator cursed against the side of her cheek, sending shivers down her ear as he thrusted up roughly. His movements began to stall, his sounds more desperate as he bottomed out inside of her, “Jesus, fuck.” He cursed, his cock throbbing as he came inside of her.

She whimpered, clearly knowing that they should be safer but for the time being she didn’t care. She had missed him too much to bother being worried about it at the moment. She rested against him, her body shaking as he began to brush his lips against the side of her neck. 

She panted softly, enjoying the sensation of him breathing against her skin as they both came down from their high. She brushed her fingers through his long locks, thinking about how lucky she was to have him. Even through their mistakes and hardships. They were meant to be.

Life was good.

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[buckysgrace]

25. Love Me Like You Mean It

Part 25 of Every Little Thing!

CW: Unprotected sex and mentions of shooting!

They had a routine in the morning. 

Gator’s first alarm went off at five. It was loud enough to make Daphne stir, but not enough to wake her from her slumber. He’d roll over towards her after that, wrapping his arm around her waist and snuggling his face into the crook of her neck. 

The second alarm rang fifteen minutes later and always seemed to be twice as loud and twice as obnoxious. By this time Gator was usually still snoring, his nose pressed deep against Daphne’s neck as she tried to shake him awake. He’d never been a morning person. Not once. 

“Gator,” She whined as she pressed against his abdomen, unsure of how he could sleep through such an obnoxious alarm, “Your phone.” She grumbled, sighing as he pressed himself deeper against her side. She groaned, stretching her arms and legs out as he gripped onto her waist tighter.

She slowly rolled over him, knocking him onto his back as he began to stir this time. She reached for his phone, shutting off the ringing alarm before she fell onto her back. She yawned, reaching over to tap the side of his waist. He grumbled in response, still barely moving as she wiggled her way out of his arms. 

She crossed the room, rubbing her eyes in the darkness before she flipped the light on. She winced at the brightness, listening as Gator whined in response. She turned, looking at where the sheets had pooled down to his waist. She felt a grin pressing upon her lips as she looked at where his hand was resting on his stomach, then glazed her eyes up upon his thick chest hair.

“Hey,” She said softly as she crawled back onto the bed, “You need to get up.” She told him, giving him a soft shake until she watched his eyes flutter open. He turned towards her, blinking the sleepy daze from his eyes as he slowly nodded his head.

“Fuck,” He grumbled, “Just let me call in.” He moaned in annoyance, sighing like it was the most difficult activity. She leaned against him, enjoying the feeling of his warmth as she brushed her fingers up his abdomen slowly. 

“I don’t think your dad would like that,” She mused as she played with his hair softly, “C’mon. You’ve got this, babe.” She teased, wiggling around until she could comfortably press her cold feet against his side.

He would hiss, jerking away as his eyes snapped open in surprise, “Jesus, shit!” He cursed, looking at her wide eyed as a laugh left her lips, “I was getting up.” He protested, though his lips curled into a soft smile. She giggled as she turned, rolling off of the bed slowly.

She’d healed nicely, but she believed that had been because Gator had been so attentive to her. He didn’t let her walk far, wouldn’t allow her up the stairs or to cook or clean until she was partially healed. Sometimes it still hurt to use her stomach muscles, especially when she had to carry the twins around. Ruby helped most days and sometimes Karen brought her girls over. Though Daphne preferred when Karen didn’t come over. She always had something to say. 

She walked to the bathroom, watching the way he slowly began to untangle himself from the sheets. She sat down on the toilet first, suddenly aware of how full her bladder felt. She supposed that the constant need to pee after giving birth had been the worst part. 

She scrubbed her hands clean at the same time he dragged himself into the bathroom, slowly beginning to set their toothbrushes up the both of them. It’d been another little habit that he’d developed on days where she had felt too exhausted to even do basic tasks. She was convinced he’d be a good dental hygienist. 

She laughed, trying to keep her toothpaste inside of her mouth as he continually bumped his elbow against hers as they scrubbed at their teeth. She held her free palm underneath her chin, trying to keep from drooling as another laugh bubbled inside of her best.

She spit first, then bent low to wash the rest of the bubbly feeling from her mouth. She looked in the mirror as he bent low to spit into the sink, looking at the slight bags underneath her eyes and how she was in desperate need of a haircut. Her bangs were at an irritating length; annoying her so much on certain days that she was convinced she might cut them herself. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” She asked him first thing after, watching the way he jumped to wiggle into his pants. She thought that waffles sounded pretty good, but she didn’t think she’d have enough time to make them before he had to go into work. Most days she wished that he could just stay with her. 

“Just an egg sandwich,” He responded as he sat down to put his socks on, “I’ll get the twins up.” He said with a smile, his features brightening a little at the aspect. He always preferred getting them up and dressed as she was usually the one to set them down for the night. Although, he liked doing that too. 

“Okay,” She smiled as she leaned over to kiss the top of his head, “I’ll go get started on it then.” She told him gently, breathing in his strong cologne before she headed down the stairs.

She liked the many pictures that were already up of their little family and had plans of adding that much more to their walls. She was supposed to go up later on to get the pictures that they’d taken from the trunk-or-treat. She was still glad she’d been able to convince Gator to go. Although, he’d been on edge since then. Roy had called about some emergency, leaving her alone with the kids at night for the first time. 

She made him two over easy eggs, flattened out a patty from the sausage in the fridge and ensured that his toast wasn’t too dark before he made it down with the twins. She got his coffee set up too, truly enjoying the little things they were able to do for each other.

“Good morning,” She grinned as she kissed each of one of the twins' chubby little cheeks, “Oh, did you have the best sleep?” She cooed, enjoying the way their eyes flickered in interest.

They were almost seven months old and she truly wished she had a little machine that could slow down how fast they were growing. She’d made them little baby friendly pancakes consisting of eggs, crushed bananas and just a little bit of flour. 

Piper babbled in response, her fist up to her mouth as Daphne helped settle her into the high chair while Gator worked on getting Knox set up. Knox was always harder as he seemed to be a bottomless pit and wanted food as soon as he sat down in the chair. As if on cue he started to grunt and whine, kicking his feet as his face grew red. 

“Here, here,” Gator tried to calm him as he brought the bottle up to his lips, laughing at the way Knox wrapped his chubby fingers around his wrist, “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere anyways.” He responded, turning to Daphne to laugh as Knox kept him in place. 

She pushed over his plate, then worked on setting up the baby plates in the high chair. She put a few berries in there, as well as some greek yogurt to see how they’d do with it. Knox ate about everything each time, Piper was still a different story. 

“Thanks,” Gator commented as he looked down at his plate, “Is that all you’re eating?” He asked, looking worried at the piece of toast she had in one hand.

“I don’t like eating this early,” She reminded him with a soft laugh, sure that he thought she was skipping meals sometimes, “I’ll probably make some oatmeal later.” She told him, knowing that by that time the twins would want another snack or a bottle before they laid down for their first nap. 

“You sure? I could bring you something.” He offered quickly, his eyes flashing in concern as she quickly shook her head. She didn’t want him to go to all that trouble, especially when she wasn’t hungry just yet. 

“I’m sure,” She told him seriously as she reached over to squeeze at his hand, “Thank you though.” She smiled, glad that he cared so deeply for her. She was sure he did more for her than her dad ever did for her mom. She couldn’t imagine Roy being this kind and caring either. 

“Of course,” Gator grinned, wrinkling his nose up as Knox offered him a fistful of crushed yogurt and pancake, “No thanks, buddy. I got my own right here.” He teased, but earned a giggle from Knox when he pretended to bite his hand. Daphne turned back towards Piper, noticing the way she was staring down at her plate in distaste. 

“Come on,” She cooed as she brushed the little sliver of pancake across Piper’s hands, “You ate that lemon the other day.” She reminded her, but found that Piper was not any more interested than she was before. Which was alright. She was developing at her own speed and had yet to really get into food. 

“She’s not interested,” Gator laughed as he looked at her in amusement. He stood, pushing his chair back as he pulled the pantry door open, “What applesauce do you want?” He asked, resting one hand on his hip as he looked at it. 

“She likes the banana orange,” Daphne replied, watching the way Knox freely reached over to dig his fingers into Piper’s discarded pancake, “Maybe she’s sleepy like her daddy.” She grinned as she pushed Piper’s hair from her face, enjoying the way she giggled in response.

Gator sat down near Piper, pulling open the jar as he slowly began to feed her spoonfuls. She perked up at that, her brown eyes shining as she turned her attention towards her daddy. Daphne shook her head in amusement, walking towards Knox as she began the hard task of cleaning up the mess between his fingers.

“What do you have to do today?” She asked him curiously, thinking about how he’d been more distracted than usual. Ever since the trunk-or-treat a few days ago she’d noticed that there was something off about him. He was coming home later, wasn’t on his phone as much and left a lot earlier. It wasn’t too major, but just enough to make her inquisitive. 

“Uh, been working on this new case,” Gator replied slowly, “This woman we thought was missing, her prints came up in Minnesota.” He kept it vague as he watched Piper, giving her soft coos as he cleaned the mess from the corner of her mouth. 

“Oh yeah?” She questioned him curiously, not recalling anything coming up in the news as she scrubbed the crumbs out of Knox’s little fist. He whined in response, still trying to wiggle away from her. 

“Kinda interesting,” Gator responded, “We’ll see how it goes.” He shrugged his shoulders softly, though he looked like he was hiding more about it. She knew he couldn’t tell her much, but something about his tone told her that he knew more than he was letting on. 

“Does she want to be found?” She asked, bending over to kiss Knox’s nose before he could whine again. He giggled in response this time, his eyes flashing as he looked up at her. 

“I don’t know,” Gator replied quickly, “Maybe she has amnesia or whatever you know? We gotta check it out regardless.” He brushed her off, smiling as he finished giving Piper the jar of baby food. She nodded her head, supposing that he was right.

“Don’t work too hard,” She teased as she leaned over to give him a soft peck on the lips. She brushed her fingers across his cheek gently, giving him a bright smile, “We’ll miss you and be safe.” She added quickly, feeling like he could be a little reckless sometimes.

“Always am,” He grinned as he gave each of the babies a quick kiss on the top of the head before he moved onto her again. He squeezed his arms around her waist before lifting her up, making a squeal leave her lips before he peppered a few kisses across her mouth, “You behave yourself.” He teased her as he gave her a quick smack on the ass before he set her back down. 

Daphne worked on cleaning once he left, ensuring that she could see the twins from where they were wiggling around in the living room. 

“I’m right here,” She drew out in a sing-song way, smiling at the way Knox quickly stopped whining and jerked his head towards her, “Can I wash this plate and I’ll be right in?” She asked him, grinning at the way he pulled his lips into a gummy smile. 

Ruby came over every day, or when it was nice outside Daphne would take the twins next door. She appreciated the extra help because usually when one grew fussy, the other one had to be just as bad if not worse. She also didn’t like sitting inside of the home all on her own. It got lonely.

“Can you believe someone shot up the gas station?” Ruby asked as Knox aggressively gripped Daphne’s knees and pulled himself up. Daphne smiled down at him, resting her hands near his arms as he giggled in response, “I can’t believe what this world is coming to.” 

“It’s scary.” Daphne agreed as she began to rub a pacifier against Knox’s bottom lip, only to pull it away when he tried to clamp down on it. He giggled each time, clearly finding it funny as well. He continued to balance himself as Piper began to shrilly babble from where she was laying on her tummy. 

“People don’t believe in God anymore, that’s what’s wrong with the world.” Ruby shook her head, looking like she might go into another rant about that. Daphne quickly nodded along, not having much interest in listening to this conversation again.

She continued to tickle the pacifier across Knox’s lip, earning a loud giggle for him before the sound of gunshots stalled her actions. She froze, realizing that it didn’t sound that far away. 

“What was that?” Daphne questioned as she darted her eyes around. It was odd for there to only be that many gunshots. She sat Knox down gently, earning a whine from him as she quickly made her way to the window.

She peeked out, pulling the curtain far away as she looked towards the Tillman ranch. She waited for a second, trying to search for some sort of evidence of the sound she’d heard. She furrowed her eyebrows, unable to see anything from the distance but she was sure it came from that direction. 

“Probably just the boys shooting at something,” Ruby responded as she continued to rattle one of the toys next to Piper, “They’re always playing with their guns.” She did her best to dismiss Daphne’s worries, but it didn’t necessarily work. 

“You just said the gas station got shot up.” Daphne pointed out, still searching for movement as she felt a sinking feeling spread through her stomach. Something felt wrong. 

“Do you think that would happen here?” Ruby laughed softly, looking amused at the thought, “I don’t think that Roy would allow it.” She pointed out as Daphne slowly dropped the curtain. She supposed that her mother was right, but she was still skeptical. 

Daphne nodded her head, but something still felt off as she walked back over to the couch. Knox greeted her with a smile, but she still had a looming feeling that something was wrong. She did her best to ignore it, up until a few minutes later when Roy roughly knocked at the door.

“Hi,” Daphne said in surprise as she balanced Piper on her hip, “It’s good to see you, Roy.” She replied with a smile, watching as Piper began to tug on the necklace around her neck. She shivered from the cold breeze that followed him in as he adjusted his hat. 

“Gator got hurt,” Roy responded, making her eyes widen in fear, “Nothing serious. Just a little wrist injury.” He replied with a smile but stayed stoic as the worst images flashed through Daphne’s mind.

“How’d that happen?” She asked him quickly as her mind stayed glued to the shoot out that Ruby had just mentioned. Her heart began to race roughly inside of her chest as she feared that he’d grown involved in something bad.

“Well, you know how the job is and-,” He paused as he looked at her, “Where are you going?” He asked, watching as she moved to grab her jacket and purse. Piper wiggled about in her arms, continuing to babble as Daphne reached for her phone next.

“I’m going to go sit with him.” She told Roy quickly, feeling like Gator needed someone to be there with him. She’d been there when he broke his leg, she could be there now when they looked over his injury. 

“You don’t have to do that.” Roy laughed like it was no big deal, like she was being silly. She supposed he might think she was babying Gator, but she didn’t care. Gator was important to her. She wanted to know all the information. 

“I want to,” She said quickly, “Is he at the ER?” She asked, watching the way Ruby raised her eyebrows in concern. She quickly shook her head, knowing that she’d have to explain it all later. Once she found out the full facts for herself. 

“Yeah,” Roy replied softly, “Bowman took him on up. I guess he’d like the company.” He said a second later, offering Ruby a soft wave that she quickly returned. 

“Thanks,” Daphne breathed out quickly as she handed Piper back to her mother, “I’ll be back soon, alright?” She bent down to kiss Piper’s head, then did the same to Knox. He whined loudly once again as he knotted his fingers into fists as a look of frustration grew on his face. 

“I don’t mind watching them,” Ruby smiled, “Let me know how he is.” Daphne nodded quickly as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders, then quickly rushed out the door. She knew it was probably nothing, but sometimes Roy also had a habit of downsizing Gator’s injuries. She had to see for herself. 

She drove as quickly as she could without speeding, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to get pulled over in the process. She called Gator a few times, but gave up after the fourth as she realized he wasn’t going to answer her. She tried to reassure herself that he most likely forget it, but that did nothing to soothe her worries either. 

“What happened?” Daphne questioned, looking at his arm stunned as she finally entered the room. He sighed deeply as he looked up at her, cradling his right hand to his chest. 

“I told him not to call you.” She shook her head, figuring that he was talking about Roy. She did nothing to correct him, too worried as she scanned over his body to ensure that there were no other hidden injuries. 

“What happened?” She asked as she stood near him, gently looking down at where he was cradling his wounded arm, “Did you fall?” She asked him seriously, knowing that he had a tendency to be klutzy as well. 

“I didn’t fall,” Gator mumbled, “It was just a suspect.” He pouted, looking like a little puppy that had just been kicked around. She felt her eyebrows raise as her pulse grew rougher against the side of ehr neck. 

“What?” She asked him in disbelief, taking back everything she had said about nothing happening in this town. A gas station had been shot up and now he’d been attacked by a suspect? She felt terrified for him. 

“It’s fine, he’s been taken care of,” He replied underneath his breath, “You really didn’t have to come.” He told her gently, making her shake her head as she looked at him in disbelief. She cupped his jawline gently so she could tilt his face up towards her. He looked up at her pitifully with those big brown eyes that she loved so much. 

“Who was it?” She said firmly, feeling a spark of anger race through her body but then grow like wildfire. She couldn’t believe someone would be so violent with him. He didn’t deserve that. 

“Just a suspect.” Gator replied, shrugging his shoulders and wrinkling his features up like it was no big deal. She squeezed at his cheeks softly, making his lips form into a pout as he looked up at her disgruntled. 

“It’s a small town,” She said quickly, “Who did it?” She asked again, watching the way his eyes flickered up towards her in amusement. She didn’t think it was very funny. 

“Oh,” He grinned at her, “What are you going to do?” He shook her hands off gently before he used his left arm to pull her onto his lap. She stalled for a moment, worried that she might hurt him as he gently rested the wounded arm between them. She looked at the injury for a moment, sure that it was broken. 

“A lot of things,” She said quickly, “After you tell me what happened.” She moved her arm over his strong shoulders, holding him close as she brushed their foreheads together. He inhaled deeply as he brushed his nose against hers. 

“Fucker got the jump on me,” Gator mumbled underneath his breath as he quickly glanced towards her then looked away, “It’ll heal quickly.” He replied once again, like it was no big deal. She frowned, knowing that it was hard to get him to say what he was really feeling at times. He was stubborn.

“Poor baby,” She mused as she leaned forward to kiss his temple, “What color do you want?” She asked him, trying to make the topic a little lighter so he wouldn’t be so upset. He furrowed his eyebrows once again. 

“I’m not a kid,” He grumbled underneath his breath, “I don’t need to pick my color.” He looked away from her, as if she had said something annoying. He kept his palm against her waist however, drawing simple designs into her exposed flesh. 

“Mhm, alright,” Daphne shrugged her shoulders, “Pink it is I guess.” She teased him, liking the way he snapped his eyes back towards her in horror. 

“No,” He said quickly, “I want blue.” He said finally, making her lips curl into a smile as she nodded her head in agreement. She traced her fingers through the hair against the nape of his neck as she recounted what had happened this morning with Knox and Piper. 

She sat with him until they were finished running the x-rays and eventually got him fitted for a cast. She thought it was only fitting for her to be the first one to sign his cast again, even though he thought it was childish. She supposed finding a way to get the twins' footprints onto it, to which he laughed at. 

“What’s wrong with your ear?” She asked after she’d helped him into the car and gotten herself buckled up. She noticed for the first time there was dry blood, but no signs of scratches or any other injuries. 

“Think I burst an eardrum,” He responded, looking a little exasperated at the way her expression fell, “I’m fine.” He told her seriously, looking like he no longer wanted to talk about it. She nodded her head in agreement, deciding that he’d already had a long day. 

“Alright,” She said softly, choosing to believe him so he wouldn’t get frustrated with her, “At least you can come home and rest.” She told him as she reached over to squeeze his knee. He wiggled away with a laugh, still ticklish in the same spot. 

“I need to talk to dad,” Gator brought up softly, “Real quick. Then I’ll be back.” SHe shared a look with him before she quickly nodded once again, knowing that there was no means in arguing. She was sure that Roy would want an update on him anyways. 

“Do you want me to wait for you?” She asked him softly, more than happy to stay near him until they were gone. She thought about asking him about the gunshots until she remembered he wouldn’t know. He hadn’t been on the farm. 

“No, it’s alright,” He nodded at her, “I promise. I’m not that damaged.” He laughed as he held up his casted arm, shaking it around as if to make a point to her. 

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That night she made lasagna and garlic bread, one of Gator’s favorite meals. She felt bad at how he was clearly having a harder time using his left hand. She suddenly wondered if she should’ve made something that was easier to stab and pick up. 

“Here,” She responded gently as she wrapped his arm in a bag, then taped it around his skin to prevent water from getting to it, “This will keep it safe.” The twins were both sitting in their little swings, listening to the music that Daphne had on in the next room. The bathroom door was open, just so she could be sure to hear if anything happened. 

“This is fucking dumb,” He mumbled as he watched her get him prepped for his shower, “I would’ve had him.” He replied, sounding like he was disappointed in himself. She glanced up at him, a little surprised. She figured that he would’ve been more angry than anything. 

“I know,” She said softly as she felt a smile forming on her lips, fully aware of his own talents, “You’re very strong. He just caught you off guard.” She reassured him, fully believing her own words. He caressed a finger over her cheek for a moment.

“Can you help wash my hair?” He asked finally, “Feels fucking weird to use this hand.” He mumbled as he shook his left hand, as if he wished that had been the one to snap. She pursed her lips into a smile.

“Of course I don’t mind,” She told him gently as she reached over towards the tub to turn on the desired water temperature, “Do you want help with that?” She asked him, noticing the way he was struggling to get his belt off. 

“I feel useless.” He replied as he stood, letting her get most of his clothes off of his body. She glanced back into the room, ensuring that the twins were still fine and distracted before she continued.

“You’d never be useless,” She told him fiercely, taking his good hand so he could easily step into the shower. She stripped down next, watching the way his shoulders relaxed as he stood underneath the water jets, “You do a lot for us.” She told him as she joined him a second later. 

She weaseled her way underneath the water stream, grinning up at him as she got her hair wet first. She worked the shampoo into her hair as she switched him spots, watching the tricky way he moved his fingers through his hair.

“Here,” She took over for him, getting most of his gel out before she started on his shampoo next. She massaged her fingers through his hair gently, watching the way his eyes shut gently as she did so. She smiled again, enjoying how he relaxed underneath her touch, “They both have your thick hair.” She commented, knowing that the twins' unruly bed hair matched his in the morning.

“I hate it,” He commented with a groan, “It grows too fast. I don’t like when it gets in my face.” He sighed, holding his lips together and shutting his eyes as she began to wash the shampoo from his hair.

“I know,” She told him gently as she washed it out, “You’re very particular, but that’s okay.” She didn’t mention that there was a time when they were young that he liked how unruly and wild it could get. It hadn’t been that way since Linda left.

She finished before he did, fully okay with letting him wash the rest of his struggles down the drain as she worked on drying herself off. She kept her towel around her chest tightly, still not happy any time she got small glimpses of her body in the mirror. She didn’t like the way the baby weight had still clung to her this many months later.

She waited until he was done, sitting near the twins as she sang along to the lullabies that were playing. Piper always looked far more interested, her eyes wide and sparkling like she could understand the words. Knox, as usual, was struggling to stay awake. 

Once Gator was also dressed in his pajamas and a little less antsy, they went back downstairs. They’d recently gotten back into binging Golden Girls, one of Daphne’s favorite shows. She liked Rose the best, while Gator was fond of Sophia. 

“Is it weird?” She laughed, watching the way Piper started to gnaw on Gator’s cast, “Maybe it tastes yummy.” She teased, sure that it just felt good on her sore gums. Teething had been no joke. 

“Funny,” Gator grinned as he pulled Piper up to his chest, “You’re a silly thing, you know that?” He wiggled her in the air for a few seconds, earning a loud giggle from her as she squeezed her eyes shut and held her mouth open wide.

Knox was sprawled out against Daphne, his head on her chest as he kept a tight grip on his bottle. She’d started giving him another ounce of milk with each of his feedings, finding that his appetite only continued to grow. 

“Hey,” She turned towards Gator suddenly, remembering what she had been meaning to ask him earlier, “Did your dad mention what the gunshots were?” She moved her chin away, avoiding the way Knox was trying to knock the bottle into her face. 

“Gunshots?” He questioned her, then stalled before he answered, “Oh. Oh yeah. The guys were just doing some shooting practice.” He looked away quickly, going back to tickling his fingers across Piper’s tummy. 

“Practice?” She tilted her head, “There were only a few shots, then nothing again.” Nothing about the sound had suggested that it was something secured. It was fast, almost sporadic. Then nothing again. 

“Who knows,” He laughed as he moved his cast away, trying to keep Piper from latching onto it with her mouth again, “Those guys are fucking weird.” He dismissed her, looking delighted at the way Piper began to call out for him.

“So unfair,” Daphne laughed as she watched them, “It’s mama.” She tried to correct, then looked down at Knox to try and get him to say the same thing. He only squirmed before he turned his attention back to his bottle. 

“Do you think he should be talking by now?” Gator asked, looking a little hesitant as he brought it up, “Dad was asking about it. You know, since Piper is making sounds.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly, almost like he felt guilty about asking it.

“Piper can’t sit up on her own yet either,” Daphne reminded him as she thought about it, “I think they’re both just growing in their own ways. There’s no rush.” She said with a smile, happy that the both of them would be very loved no matter how they developed. 

After the twins had bellies full of milk and were blissfully dreaming, Daphne settled behind Gator on their own bed. She rubbed her fingers across his stomach, dragging her lips across his shoulders as he continued to flex at his arm that was stuck in the cast. She was sure that it hurt.

“That’s your good hand too,” Daphne grinned as she pressed a kiss against his temple, “How will you ever jerk off now?” She teased him, giggling at the look he sent her. He turned, squirming around until he had her legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Ha,” He grinned as he wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her closer, “I guess I’ll just have to call you when I need help.” He smirked as he brushed his fingers across her waist. The way the cast moved against her skin was slightly awkward, but she invited it all the same.

She leaned forward, fluttering her eyes shut as she gently pressed her lips against his. She tasted the odd mixture of mint and fruit, confirming that he had been vaping in the bathroom again. She moved her hands to the back of his neck as he dragged his mouth against hers, savoring the taste of her.

He dipped his fingers into the hem of her pajama bottoms, slowly rubbing his fingertips against her skin as he flicked his tongue against her bottom lip. She moaned at the sensation, leisurely pressing her tongue against his so she could enjoy the groans that fell from his mouth.

It was sloppy and messy as he licked at the roof of her mouth, then dragged his tongue along her teeth. She felt his lips curling into the softest smile before he moved to kiss at her lips again, tauntingly licking at the drool from the corner of her lips. 

“Hm,” She grinned as she pulled her lips away from his mouth slowly, “I guess I could make time for that.” She could feel her heart hammering inside of her chest as a warmth spread between her legs. He pressed his left hand against her shoulder gently. 

“S’rude,” He smirked as he pressed her back onto the bed, earning a soft shrill from her, “Here I am trying to be sweet to you and all you can say is that you guess you can make time for me.” His eyes darkened as an amused look spread over his features. 

“Oh, you were being sweet to me?” She grinned in response,sitting up on her elbows as he pulled the hem of her nightgown roughly over her head. She wiggled around for a second, trying to get the material out from under her before he pushed her back once again. 

He linked his fingers around the band of her panties, stretching them out a bit before snapping them against her skin. She yelped at the surprising sensation, then grinned as she brought a finger up to her mouth. She bit down on it softly, hoping to hide the anxious feeling that spread through her chest at the intense way he watched her. He dragged her panties down her legs slowly, holding eye contact with her the whole way. 

“Was gonna,” He grinned as he leaned over her, keeping her legs spread apart as he dragged his left hand down her thigh slowly, “I thought I’d eat this pretty tang of yours.” His whispered out huskily, his fingers alighting a fire across her skin. 

“Okay.” She breathed out quickly, her pulse quickening as she watched the way his fingers moved closer to her aching cunt. She chewed on her bottom lip, resisting the urge to wiggle her hips as he pushed his casted hand down a little harder against her flesh. 

“I don’t know,” He teased softly as he rubbed a finger across her clit, “You were kind of being a bitch.” He drew the words out slowly, almost like he was challenging her. She couldn’t find the energy to tease him back as she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. 

“Sorry,” She spit out quickly, feeling like her body was on fire, “I didn’t mean it. You know that.” She flushed, knowing that she’d do anything he asked. She always had.

“You look so pretty,” He responded as he watched her, his eyes heavy as he dragged his fingertips through her wet cunt, “You want me to touch you?” He hummed softly as he pressed his finger down against her clit a little harder.

She rocked her hips forward, moaning at the sensation that spread through her body. She already felt like she was on fire, her body sensitive to his touch. A cocky grin spread on his lips as he watched her, clearly enthused by the way she was reacting.

“Please,” She breathed out, gasping as he leaned forward to spit onto her cunt. She moaned as he rubbed his spit across her folds, looking a little fascinated before he began to rub his fingers across her hole, “Please, Gator. Wanna feel you.” She begged him as she sat up on her elbows, trying to get a better look at him. 

He dipped down between her legs, kissing the inner crook of her thighs as she felt goosebumps spreading through her body. She inhaled gently, breathing in the caramel scent of the room as he took a broad swipe of his tongue across her wet folds.

Her mouth parted in awe as he dipped his tongue across her clit slowly. He traced his tongue across her numb, teasing her slowly before he flicked his tongue across it. She whined, gripping the bed sheets in her hands while he continued to tease at her clit. 

She felt her thighs twitch, almost trapping his head between her legs as he dragged his tongue lower to her hole. She whimpered as her head fall back towards the mattress while he buried his tongue between her fluttering walls.

“Oh,” She whined out, feeling her toes curl from the pleasure that spread deep throughout her body. He flicked his tongue deep inside of her, curling it against her spongy walls as he dragged his hands against the side of her waist, “Jesus, Gator.” She whined, resisting the urge to grip his hair as she rocked her hips forward.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he slowly pulled away, his lips wet before he took another lick from her soaked folds, “S’tasty. Mhm, you wanna taste yourself?” He mumbled as he removed himself from between her legs slowly, crawling over her until he was hovering above her.

He dragged his fingers across her lips, spreading them slowly as he dragged his tongue along the inside of his mouth. She watched as she slowly spread her lips, her body seizing in pleasure as he slowly spit into her mouth.

She moaned as she savored the taste of him and the mixture of herself on her tongue. She swallowed it slowly, then made a show of sticking her tongue out as if she could prove it was all gone.

“Fucking slut,” He groaned as he gripped her chin, giving her a soft squeeze before he shifted back to try and shift his pajama pants off of his hips. She sat up quickly, eager to help as he shuffled out of his pants, “You want my cock, mama?”

“Yeah,” She whined as he pushed her legs apart, “Want you so badly daddy.” She told him, mouth watering as he slowly stroked his cock in his hand. She watched the way his hand slowly moved along the length of his cock, a soft groan leaving his lips as she wiggled her way a little closer to him. 

He pressed his tip against her clit, tapping it softly before he dragged it between her folds. A moan bubbled free from her lips as he pressed his fat tip against her hole. She wiggled her hips forward slowly, moaning as she moved her fingers up to his bicep. 

“God,” She whined, her clit throbbing from sensitivity as his girth stretched out her fluttering walls, “You feel so good, baby.” She breathed out in bliss, gaping as he leaned down close to her. His nose brushed against hers as he breathed out hotly against her lips. 

“You like that?” He mumbled, groaning deeply as he squeezed his fingers around his balls. She watched in awe, trying to move once again as he teasingly came to a halt. She could feel herself leaking around him, aching at the need to feel him move deep inside of her. 

“Mhm,” She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as he fully slid inside of her. She gaped, rolling her hips forward in a desperate need to feel more of him, “I love it. Fuck.” She cursed, licking the corner of her lips while his cock throbbed inside of her wet cunt. 

“You’ve got such a filthy mouth tonight,” He groaned as he slowly pulled his cock back, leaving only the tip inside of her before he rocked his hips forward again. She cried out, her head rolling back as the pleasure spread through her veins, “Such a little slut.”

He gripped her left hip with his good hand, squeezing her flesh tightly as he dragged her body closer to him. She moaned at the contact, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the feeling of her walls stretching around his cock. 

“Your slut,” She whined as she dug her fingertips into his skin, “Wanna feel good. Please, please.” She begged, feeling like she may cry as he began to drag his cock in and out of her tight walls. 

He groaned as he pulled her closer, carefully resting his sore arm against her chest as he pressed his fingertips inside of her mouth. She moaned as she sucked along his digits, whining as he angled his hips deeper inside of her. She cried out, her eyes shutting tightly as his cock curved deep against her bundle of nerves. 

She savored the feeling of his cock curving inside of her, her moans rolling off of her tongue and bouncing around the walls in the room. She could feel every ridge of his cock, every curve and vein as he continued to thrust deep inside of her aching cunt. 

“Am I a winner?” His question rang around in her mind for a moment, bustling about as the pleasure spread like wildfire through her veins. She hooked her ankles across his hips, desperately trying to press him closer to her. He removed his fingers from her mouth, dragging her drool across her chin as he patted at her cheek. 

“Uh huh,” She whined as she rocked her hips forward quickly, “You’re a winner. S’my winner.” She moaned as she inched her mouth forward, pressing her lips roughly against his. He captured her mouth against his, swiping his tongue roughly as her mind went fuzzy again. 

His groans became louder, his eyebrows furrowing together as the sound of her cunt squeezing around his cock grew in the room. She dug her fingertips into his skin, crying out against his mouth as he continually hit against her g-spot. She felt her toes curling, her pleasure growing as the muscles in her stomach squeezed tightly together. 

He groaned loudly against her lips as she clamped down around him, her body quivering as she came with a shrill moan. She shut her eyes tightly, shaking as Gator’s grip on her tightened. He licked and sucked at her parted lips, her mind muddled as he rocked her through her orgasm.

“Fuck,” He drew out, whining as his thrusts became slower and deeper. She whimpered from underneath him, moving her lips against the side of his cheek to coax him over the edge. She pressed her fingertips against his flesh, gripping him tightly as he bottomed out inside of her, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed, huffing loudly as his cock twitched inside of her.

She moaned at the feeling of his cum spreading inside of her walls, filling her deeply as she eagerly rolled her hips forward. She knew they should be a little more cautious, but she had a hard time thinking about that at the moment. It was too pleasurable at the moment. 

“Mhm,” She giggled as she moved his floppy hair off of his forehead, “You are pretty sweet.” She grinned, bumping her nose against his as he let out a shaky laugh. She enjoyed the sensation of having him so close, of feeling like they were a part of each other. 

“That’s all you,” He mumbled as he pressed a few quick kisses against her lips. She grinned in response, savoring the feeling of his lips against hers before he pulled away again. He sat up gently, then slowly removed his softened dick from her hole, “Sorry.” He mumbled, leaning over to grab a few tissues before he started to clean her up.

“S’okay,” She responded softly, shivering underneath his touch as she glanced up towards his pretty features, “It felt good.” She admitted with a shy smile, watching as he quickly got rid of the tissues and then reached over to turn the lamp off.

She wiggled underneath the blankets, sighing blissfully as he pulled her close to his chest. She nestled herself up against him, wishing that she could keep him this close for a little longer. She hated that it was so late in the night, that it would soon be morning and he’d be leaving again. 

“Hey,” He said a minute later as he sat up a bit to look at her better, “Why am I doing all the work?” He asked in amusement, making her confused for just a second until she realized what he meant. She felt her cheeks prickle in embarrassment. 

“Really?” She giggled, pushing at his shoulder as she pulled the blankets up to her chest, “I just had your children. I don’t have the energy for all that.” She brushed him off quickly, a little humiliated to say that she didn’t want all of her body presented to him in that manner. Maybe in a few more months when she gained her confidence back. 

“I think you’re just using that as an excuse now,” He grinned as he pushed the bangs from her forehead, “I’ll let that slide.” He said softly, mumbling before he leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead. She savored the feeling of his lips against her skin. 

“Oh, thank you,” She mocked playfully as she wrinkled her nose up, “Would that be easier for your hand?” She teased him back, watching as he brought his casted hand up between them. He looked at it in wonder. 

“Actually,” He thought about it for a moment, “Yes.” He laughed softly, his eyes sparkling as the moonlight danced in through their open curtains. She felt another giggle forming in her stomach, like she was a teenager again. He had that effect on her. 

She took a hold of his casted wrist gently, leaning forward to press her lips against each of his fingertips. She kissed them slowly, softly as she felt her heart fluttering roughly against her chest again. She wondered if he truly knew just how crazy she was for him. 

“I’ll remember that,” She grinned as she slowly dropped his hand from her grasp, “Do you feel better?” She asked him softly, knowing that something had been bothering him throughout the day. She wished she could help sort out his jumbled mind. 

“Mhm.” He said softly, nodding his head as he continued to stare at her. She smiled as she rested her cheek against the pillow as she thought of how to phrase her next statement. She stared at his warm eyes, noticing the hint of sadness lingering there. 

“Because you are a winner,” She drew out slowly, “And if this is about the suspect; you almost won, babe.” She told him seriously, firmly so he couldn’t dismiss her. He furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her before his expression relaxed. 

“S’nice way of saying I’m a loser.” He said softly, snorting as he turned his attention to the side of her face. She wiggled her way a little closer to him, determined that he wouldn’t be able to ignore her. 

“You’re not a loser,” She shook her head quickly to deny his statement, “Second place isn’t so bad.” She replied, knowing that he hadn’t heard that very often. He had always been competitive, mainly on Roy’s account. She didn’t understand why Roy still had to make Gator feel like he was part of a competition. 

“Second place is losing if there’s only two of us.” He replied factually, looking as if he was getting the last word. She brought her hands up to his face, enjoying how warm and soft his cheeks felt against her palms. 

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” She said as she squeezed his face softly, bringing his eyes up towards her, “You did great. You don’t have to win everything either.” She told him seriously, hoping that her words would stick with him. 

#gator tillman #Gator Tillman x OC #Gator Tillman x fem!OC #GatorTillman #Gator Tillman x Daphne #Gator Tillman smut #Dad!Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman series #Gator Tillman x original character

[buckysgrace]

21. Life with You

Part Twenty One of Every Little Thing!

CW: Mentions of guns

“Which color do you think?” She asked, one hand placed on her lower back and the other on her stomach as she looked at the paint tins, “What about a soft yellow? I kind of like green though.” She mused as she looked over the colors again. The current color was a beige, but she’d since decided that she wanted to do a different color for the walls. 

“I don’t know,” He mumbled as he looked over her shoulder, “Why not do a red?” He asked as he scrunched his nose up, looking thoughtful as he moved a few paces away. She thought about it for a moment, then found a new idea forming. 

“Oh my gosh,” She exclaimed as she tugged on his arm, “You know what we should decorate it as?” She grinned as she held onto his arm, smiling brightly as she waited to share her great idea with him. 

“What?” He grumbled, looking a little disgruntled as he set the red paint tin down. He moved his arm around her waist, giving her waist a gentle squeeze as he nestled her full tummy up against him. 

“Winnie the Pooh,” She gasped as she held onto her cheeks, “Oh, think about it. We could do it as the hundred acre woods with all of the little stuffed animals.” She told him excitedly as she reached down to rub at her tummy, sure that at least one of the babies was agreeable by the soft flutters she felt against her skin. 

“I thought you wanted to do farm animals?” He asked curiously as he turned towards her, wrinkling his eyebrows together like he didn’t understand why she was suddenly changing her mind. 

“But don’t you think this would be cuter?” She asked him seriously, feeling like her mind kept hopping between different ideas. She couldn’t decide which one she liked better now. 

“I’m okay with whatever you want.” He said with a brief shrug of his shoulders. She sighed deeply, desperately wanting some of his ideas. She felt like he was letting her make a lot of the decisions, almost like he didn’t feel like his ideas were good enough. 

“Gator,” She whined as she held onto his arm, “I need you to help me. I can’t make up my mind on my own.” He sent her a dry look in response as she began to tug on his arm, holding onto until she got his demeanor to crack. 

“I like the farm animals,” He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, then rocked her back and forth, “Like we already had planned.” He said softly as he nudged his nose against her cheek gently. She giggled at the sensation, shivering a bit from how cold it was. 

“You’re sure?” She asked him as she leaned against him, admiring the way his nose curved. She flicked her eyes over the moles on his cheeks, having a sudden urge to reach out and touch them. She felt lucky. He was so handsome and so very sweet to her. 

“We already got all of this stuff,” He laughed as she kissed her cheek, “But if you really want to change it.” He mumbled as he cupped her chin softly, tilting her face up so he could look at her better. She grinned underneath his touch. 

“Hm,” She thought for a moment as she held onto him, brushing her fingers over his leather jacket, “You’re right. Let’s just keep it.” She replied thoughtfully, feeling like a farm would be a cute nursery theme. 

“Yeah?” He smiled as he rubbed her back gently, “Do you want to stick with the blue then?” He peeped down at her again, tilting his head as he watched for any cracks in her expression. 

“I like the blue,” She nodded her head in confirmation, grimacing as she straightened out her shoulders again, “I wish I could get my back to pop.” She mumbled as she twisted her hips about, feeling like her lower back had never been so stiff before in her life.

“I’d list you but I don’t want to scramble their brains,” Gator teased as he lifted the paint bucket into the cart, “Do you want to look at the wall decorations?” He asked as he linked their fingers together. She nodded her head quickly, wanting to get the rest of the nursery finished as soon as they could. 

The afternoon was filled with decorating and building inside of the nursery. Daphne worked on part of it out in the hallway while Gator handled the paint. She felt a little bad that he had to do so much on his day off, but he insisted on being the one to put everything together. 

“What do you think?” He asked as he shuffled the one crib against the wall. Thus far there was a crib on two different sides, but she was beginning to wonder if they’d need them closer together by the time the twins arrived. 

“Cute,” She smiled as she handed him the mobile that had little sheep and horses spinning around, “Can you hang this up?” She asked gleefully, smiling happily at the little find that she had made. The other one had cows and chickens on it.

“Of course,” He chuckled as he moved back onto his step ladder to do so, “Anything else you need to set up?” He teased her as he worked on setting it up. She smiled sheepishly as she held up the next mobile. 

“Hey, I’m helping,” She laughed, “With what I’m able to do.” She pointed out, remembering how he had specifically told her not to do anything that was too physical. She smiled sweetly, standing on her tippy toes as he reached down to peck her lips. 

“You’re doing a great job,” He smiled as he moved the ladder and began to set up the next mobile, “Are they moving around?” He asked as he glanced down again, looking a little ecstatic at her answer. She shook her head softly, amused at how excited he got at the prospect of feeling them kick. They seemed to be most active when he’d rest his head on her lap and just talk to her bump. It was cute. She liked when he did it. 

“Not right now,” She replied, “We’re going to have to fix their sleeping schedule. I’m pretty sure they’re up when I’m sleeping.” She told him seriously as she rubbed her palms across her tummy. He chuckled softly.

“You make it sound like it’s easy.” He observed as he looked back down at her, gauging her reaction as he let the mobile swing in the air. She smiled as she nodded her head, holding onto his hand as he stepped back down onto the floor.

“I hope it will be,” She said wistfully as she stepped back to admire the little nursery. She’d work on putting up the other little decorations later, glad that at least the hardest part of it was over, “Do you want a snack?” She asked him seriously, feeling like potato chips and ketchup sounded good right about now.

“As long as I get to pick it out,” He chuckled, diminishing any hopes of her eating what really sounded good at the moment, “C’mon.” He tugged her along, taking their time as she walked back down the steps. Going up the stairs was hard and left her out of breath, going down them was just scary.

She wiggled around the kitchen, her taste buds already changing as she tried to think about what sounded best. In the end she decided that toast sounded incredible. 

“What are you eating?” He asked her curiously, raising an eyebrow as he munched down on a pickle. She paused as she leaned forward to grab one from the jar, deciding that a pickle would be a good after snack. 

“Toast,” She grinned as she held it up then licked away the butter that was smeared against the corner of her mouth, “And some bananas.” She decided at last, setting all of her little snacks down on a paper towel before she reached for a banana next. 

“Ah,” Gator grinned as he bent over to kiss the top of her head, “More bananas.” He grinned as he peeled the banana for her. She sat on the stool, pausing for a moment as she tried to get comfortable. She rubbed at her back with one hand, wishing there was a way to relieve the pain. 

“They’re really good,” She grinned as she took another bite from her toast, “What do you want, hot stuff?” She asked, glancing down at Birdie who was beginning to rub the side of his cheek against her toes.

“I just fed him,” Gator pointed out, taking a bite of her banana before he handed it to her. She didn’t mind. She always thought that the ends of the bananas tasted different than the rest of it, “He’s getting fat.” He pointed out, making her gasp.

“He is not,” She said quickly, wishing she could reach down and lift her poor kitty up, “He’s perfectly healthy.” She said quickly, loving him despite all of his little imperfections. Gator snorted as he nodded his head in agreement.

“Whatever you say,” He mumbled softly as he continued to munch on the jar of pickles. He looked at her curiously, watching the way she kept messing with her bra, “What’s wrong?” He questioned her, sounding worried as he peered at her. 

“My boobs hurt.” She whined as she continued to fiddle with the straps of her bra, hoping that she may be able to make herself more comfortable somehow. 

“Do they?” Gator’s features lit up, looking excited as he watched her. She quickly shook her head, watching the way he began to scoot his stool a little closer to hers. 

“Don’t even think about it,” She laughed as she held up a finger, sure that she already knew where his mind was going. He pouted as he sat back in his chair, “You know what sounds really good? Corn Dogs.”

“Corn Dogs?” He looked at her confused, cocking an eyebrow as she nodded her head in excitement. She was sure that nothing else sounded as good as what some corn dogs did. 

“Yeah,” She said eagerly as she munched on the rest of her banana, “Don’t you think?” She questioned him, hoping that he might give into her pleas. 

“I guess,” He mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders, “You sure we don’t have any here?” He made a face, looking like he was less than enthused about leaving the house. She didn’t blame him, but she also knew she couldn’t go the rest of the day without a corn dog. 

“We didn’t get any last time we went in,” She whined softly, “Please. We can just stop by the Dollar General. They usually have some.” She told him, slowly standing as she cupped his smooth face in her hands. 

“You’re killing me,” He groaned, lightly pulling away as she began to pepper kisses along his cheek, “You’re sappy, you know that?” He asked her, his lips breaking into a grin as she kissed the corners of his lips. 

“Mhm, I try,” She grinned triumphantly as she cupped his chin, then pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Thank you, handsome.” She smiled happily, giving his knee a soft squeeze before she waddled towards the foyer to retrieve her jacket and shoes. 

“Here,” He laughed as he squatted on his knees. He gripped her left ankle first, holding onto it delicately before he slid her foot inside, then he took a minute to lace it up before he moved onto the next foot, “All better.” He smiled up at her, his eyes warm as she reached down to jokingly pat the top of his head.

“I’m very lucky to have you,” She told him seriously, holding her hands out so she could help him stand, “And you’re going to be the best daddy.” She said sweetly as she leaned forward to press her lips against his again. He held onto her waist, pulling her a little closer as he dragged his mouth against her own. 

Her body warmed as he rubbed his large palms across her skin, squeezing her flesh softly as he eagerly moved her lips against his. She enjoyed the taste of his lips, how they were just slightly chapped as she held onto him.

“C’mon,” He teased her, nipping her bottom lip as he reached behind to give her ass a squeeze, “Before you get any other ideas.” He smirked, looking a little cocky as she felt her face flush. She’d been more than a little frisky here lately, but she blamed that all on him and his dumb uniform. 

“It’s your fault,” She pointed out, taking cautious steps across the slippery porch before she safely reached the ground. She waddled from there, listening to the way the snow crunched underneath her boots, “This is all your fault, actually.” She pointed out as she looked at him, her lips curled into amusement at the way he smirked in return.

“Yeah, well,” He started as he helped her up into the truck, “I don’t remember you complaining about it before.” He grinned, giving her knee a soft squeeze before he went around to the driver’s side and leaving her with a giddy feeling inside of her chest. 

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She looked of the document a few times, ensuring that everything was correct before she snapped a picture of it and sent it to Gator.

It’s official

She typed it as Ruby rambled on in the background, talking about how fun it would be to have more babies running around again. Daphne appreciated the fact that Gator wanted her to stay home and rest while pregnant, but sometimes she missed working. She felt like her same old routine had grown boring.

Shame. Kinda liked being with a married woman.

She rolled her eyes in response, but was not a bit surprised by it. The divorce decree had come in today, officially diminishing her rushed previous marriage. She’d tried to message Hugh, just to check in on him again but he hadn’t answered. She hadn’t spoken to Oliver too, which was even more upsetting to her. He had taken it personal when she’d gotten with Gator, going as far as to move out of the house and block her on everything. She didn’t see how she’d done something that bad. 

“When are you going to get married?” Ruby asked as he put a bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich down in front of Daphne. She stared at it for a moment, feeling her stomach rumbling in response. “Mom,” Daphne sighed softly, “I don’t know. He hasn’t asked me.” She shrugged her shoulders as she stirred her spoon around in the soup, nearly not caring how hot it was. She felt like she was starving, despite just snacking on some ranch and black olives a few minutes ago. 

“Well I hope it’s soon,” Ruby said softly, “I suppose there’s no reason you can’t wait until after the babies now.” She mused to herself, furrowing her eyebrows together as she sipped on her soup. Daphne’s fingers burnt a little as she began to tear her grilled cheese into small pieces, her eyes watching in interest at the way the cheese pulled apart. 

“I’m excited for the baby shower,” Daphne admitted, “And for the little mints. Gator’s excited too.” She said, covering her mouth as she chewed on her food. She wondered how a simple grilled cheese could taste so good. She hoped her kids would appreciate her cooking too. 

“Gator can’t be there, silly.” Ruby laughed as she shook her head, genuinely looking amused as Daphne sat there in confusion. 

“Why would Gator not be involved?” She wrinkled her eyebrows together, sitting back as she brushed her hand over her lower left side. One of them was kicking again. She supposed beating was the right word. Their little girl was still slightly smaller, but her doctor promised it was nothing to be concerned with. They insisted that sometimes it happened that way. 

“Well,” Ruby paused for a moment, “Usually it’s just to celebrate the mom.” Ruby replied after a second thought, but all Daphne could do was shake her head. She felt like Gator deserved to be celebrated too. He didn’t have to do the hard part of the job, but he was still going to help with the twins. That deserved recognition too. 

“That’s not fair,” Daphne pouted, “He wanted to see all the gifts too.” She said as she leaned back in her chair, moving her hands to rest fully on her baby bump now. She was hit with a wave of emotions suddenly, fearing that Gator would feel like he’d be rejected from the whole ordeal. 

“I guess he could come,” Ruby replied quickly, “It’s just going to be with a lot of girls.” She pointed out, raising an eyebrow as if she thought Daphne might change her mind. Daphne thought about it for a moment, not wanting him to get embarrassed again. She paused before she made a final decision. 

“Daddy will come. Roy too, if he wants,” Daphne said at last, “And Oliver and August.” She said firmly as she nodded her head, hoping that Ruby would be able to talk some sense into Oliver. She missed her brother. 

“You know things are tense with Oliver right now.” Ruby said softly as she leaned forward to squeeze Daphne’s hand. Daphne exhaled softly, feeling like he was only being difficult with her. She still didn’t understand it, but she didn’t let herself linger on that thought too long. 

“He’s still my brother,” Daphne replied defiantly, “He’ll come. Even if he’s mad. Just ask him.” She nodded her head, knowing that she would do the same for her twin. They were supposed to be better than this. 

“Okay,” Ruby smiled softly, “I will tell them.” She reassured her, leaving Daphne to fiddle with the rest of her lunch. 

The baby shower was small, but Daphne’s tantrum worked. Everyone but Oliver showed up, which still felt like a punch in the gut. Noelle said he was busy with work, but Daphne doubted that it was true. 

Most of the guys lingered in the back, feigning boredom and speaking to one another. Well, except for Kurt. He seemed to have more baby knowledge than anyone else in the room combined. Gator, as usual, stayed attached to Daphne’s side with one hand firmly on her stomach the whole time. 

“I can’t believe you’re having two still,” Daisy said as she rubbed her palm awkwardly over Daphne’s bump, “Does it hurt?” She looked down with an unsure expression, nearly jolting her hand away at the feeling of one of the babies fluttering near her hand. 

“Not now,” Daphne replied with a soft laugh, “I don’t get sick anymore, so that’s nice.” She told her seriously, glancing over towards where Roy and Gator were speaking in hushed whispers. There was something going on, but he wouldn’t share what it was with her. 

“The babies are actually here,” Kurt said as he moved Daisy’s hand down further towards Daphne’s uterus, “Up here are all of Daphne’s organs. They squish together to make room for the baby.” He pointed out, making Daphne blink as she suddenly became aware of what was happening inside of her body. 

“Thank you for that, Kurt,” Daisy replied as she turned away from Daphne’s horrified features, “Do you mind getting me another drink?” She smiled sweetly, her tone oozing honey and sugar as she looked towards him. 

“They packed up already.” He pointed out as he jerked towards the cleaned off table behind him. Daphne suddenly felt nauseous, wondering if all the baby mints were going to make a reappearance. 

“Ask Gator, he can get me one,” Daisy said with a nod of her head, staying silent until he was out of ear shot, “I’m sorry about him.” She shook her head, blonde curls flying as she laughed softly. 

“I mean,” Daphne paused for a moment, “He’s not wrong.” She said as she wrinkled her eyebrows together, thinking about her textbooks in college that she had read. 

“So will you be in labor longer?” Daisy questioned as she joined her on the bench, “How does that go?” She wrinkled her eyebrows together, her blue eyes inquisitive as she poked a finger against Daphne’s bump again. 

“I don’t know,” Daphne replied as she looked around for her mom, “I think it’s similar to how long your mom was in labor.” She thought about it for a moment, sure that she had heard that from somewhere. 

“Great,” Daisy mumbled as she thought to herself, “Well, I’m still excited to meet them.” She smiled as she looked over, thanking Kurt as he returned with a Coke. Daphne spoke with them for a few more minutes before she hunted down Ruby, waddling towards her with an important question on her mind. 

“How long were you in labor with me?” She blurted out, watching the way Ruby’s eyes widened from the intensity. She paused, looking thoughtful before she answered. 

“Oh not long,” Ruby said gently, “A few hours, six at most. You’ll probably have something similar.” She nodded her head reassuringly, before she gave Daphne a soft squeeze. Daphne tried not to think about how she had been the last born, hoping that reason had nothing to do with the time period. 

“Six hours sounds like a lot,” She breathed out softly as she rubbed at her tummy, “I don’t think I’m ready.” She admitted, suddenly feeling a little more panicked. She was fine with the morning sickness, the constant peeing and the odd cravings. The one thought she couldn’t stand to bare was the actual labor and delivery part. It terrified her. 

“Trust me, you forget all of those worries once you get to hold those little babies.” Ruby kissed each side of her cheek, smiling brightly like Daphne should be more ecstatic. Daphne was excited to meet them, but that didn’t stop the fear either. 

“Still months away,” Daphne mumbled, less than three to be exact, “Not very reassuring.” She nodded her head, suddenly feeling a little warm as she thought about how it seemed so far away yet so close at the same time. 

“Here,” Gator mumbled as he joined her again, “Are you still hot?” He looked at her curiously, tiling her chin up to get a better look at her. She darted her eyes across his features, noting that he had soft bags underneath his eyes. He was working too much. 

“Just a little bit.��� She told him seriously, sending Ruby a soft grin as she left them alone. She didn’t want to admit that she had freaked herself out again.

“You look flushed,” He replied as he pulled her hair off of her neck, “Do you want me to get a fan?” He asked as he pulled her hair up high enough to let a little breeze trickle against the back of her neck. She inhaled deeply, trying to soothe her thoughts. 

“I think I’ll live,” She told him gently, “Thank you though. I appreciate it.” She told him seriously, smiling once again as she leaned forward to peck his nose. He always made her feel better. 

She peeked at the clothes one last time before they packed everything into the truck, in awe over the different outfits and blankets and little gadgets they’d received. She thought perhaps her favorite little outfit was a onesie decorated with different colored dinosaurs. 

“Why do you look so green?” Gator asked a second later, knitting his eyebrows together as he hurriedly looked around the room. She figured he was looking for a trash can, but she didn’t need it in that manner. 

“Look,” She replied in worry as she pushed the onesie between her thighs, “Two of them. I’ll be pushing two of these out.” She spoke in disbelief, spreading her legs a little wider in wonder. She had no idea how she was going to manage to do this. 

“It doesn’t look so tiny now, does it?” Ruby teased as she walked by, wiggling her eyebrows before she carried another package of diapers out to their truck. 

“It’s just-,” Gator paused, looking a little squeamish himself, “I’m sorry?” He questioned as he gave a soft shrug of his shoulders, giving her no reassurance as she glanced back down between her legs again. Drugs. She’d need lots of drugs when it came time for it. 

“You best be sorry,” Daphne mumbled as she folded the little onesie up again, “Goodness. I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” She breathed out roughly, feeling a spike in her nerves as she realized she’d be anxiously counting down the next few weeks. She hoped it wouldn’t be painful. 

“I think it’s a little late for that, mama.” He teased as he wrapped his fingers around her chin and then pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek. She lingered against his touch, reminding herself that it would be fine as long as she had him. 

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“What are you doing?” Gator’s voice rang out into the air, making her jolt as she quickly stopped her footsteps. She hadn’t gone far from the house, but she was now on the Tillman ranch although she couldn’t see what the issue with that was. 

“Thought I’d go for a walk,” She said as she buried her gloves deeper into her coat, “I got tired of being so cooped up in the house.” She tried to tease him, but his expression remained stoic. She paused, feeling like she’d done something wrong. 

“Alright,” He drew out slowly, “Let’s just stay away from the windmill.” He reached his hand out, as if she had to take careful steps away from it. She turned away from him curiously, looking back up at the windmill in confusion. 

“Why?” She asked as she wrinkled her nose up, “It’s pretty.” She shrugged her shoulders, feeling like there hadn’t been a lot to look at on her walk. Perhaps it had something to do with the new ongoing investigation, but no one had said that she couldn’t be on the ranch. They were just searching around it. 

“There used to be a sinkhole.” He said quickly, looking a little rushed as she slowly made her way towards him. She tilted her head at his answer. 

“I don’t remember that,” She said in confusion, “Since when?” She glanced around them, trying to find where it may have been. 

“Daphne,” Gator replied in frustration, “Would you just trust me.” He snapped in response, making her eyes widen at his tone. She quickly took his hand after that, letting him drag her away as she tried to think of how to respond. 

“Oh,” She paused for a moment, taken aback by his behavior, “Of course I trust you. I’m sorry.” She said a little softer, feeling bad for getting on his nerves. She didn’t want to make his job any harder. She truly was just looking around. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sighed a second later, “I’m sorry.” He turned towards her, a regretful expression on his features as if he recognized how snippy his tone had been. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to figure out what was going on with him. 

“It’s okay,” She replied, blinking slowly as she watched him, “I just get bored sometimes.” She told him seriously, feeling a little sheepish as she struggled to keep up with his long strides. It was like he was trying to put as much distance between her and the windmill as possible. She was perplexed. 

“I get it,” He mumbled, “Maybe you should look into being a Vet. Or you know, posting your songs online.” He smiled a little, making their conversation a little softer as she felt relief spreading over her. He wasn’t really mad then. 

“You think I’d get views like that?” She asked him playfully, sure that no one would actually pay her any mind. It was all just a silly dream. She wasn’t born to be a singer and she supposed that was alright. She was happy with where she got regardless. 

“Oh yeah,” He smiled as he looked at her, “You have the prettiest voice I know.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her closer to him as she moved an arm around his waist. His vest slightly dug into her chest, making it just a little uncomfortable but nothing unbearable. 

“You’re funny,” She nudged him as they walked, “But thank you.” She told him softly, pleased that he thought so highly of her. She buried the growing curiosity in the back of her mind, deciding that it was better to trust him than to question everything. 

He helped her into the tub later that night, sitting behind her and massaging her back as the bubbles slowly died around them. She had her hair pulled into a bun, her knees pressed into her chest as Gator vented about something dumb Nugent had done today. She appreciated it when he spoke to her about work. It made her feel like he really did trust her, like there was nothing wrong. 

“Shoot!” She cursed as she turned away from him quickly, doing her best to rise from the tub as fast as she could, “Gosh darn it.” She groaned, her knees feeling weak and her upper body all too heavy as the water sloshed around them.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a chuckle, his eyebrows crinkled in amusement as his freshly washed hair dangled around his forehead. She weakly rolled onto her knees, trying to push herself up. 

“I forgot about the food!” She protested, “Oh shoot.” She sighed, worried about slipping as reached for the handle on the other side of the tub. 

“I can get it,” He laughed as he gently nudged her back down into the tub, “Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her, standing easily as the water dripped off of his long legs. She huffed, knowing that if it weren’t for the twins that she’d be able to stand a lot easier and faster than he could. 

He came back a few minutes later, the towel still tightly wrapped around his waist as he cheekily held out two hands for her, “Figured you’d still be stuck in here.” He teased as he helped her stand, leaving her mumbling as he handed her the purple fluffy towel that she loved so dearly. 

Once she was dried off and in her pajamas she waddled her way to the kitchen with Gator, trying not to stare too intensely at his chest hair that poked free from his wife beater. She couldn’t stare too long or she knew that she’d no longer be hungry for food at all. 

“What are they investigating?” She asked him curiously once they were sitting at the table. She was quite happy that none of the food had burned, and had just become a nice crispy color. She picked at hers, diving into the cheese right away. 

“Some dumb disappearance,” He mumbled as he stabbed his fork into his stuffed pepper, “They’re gonna search near the ranch.” He clarified, shaking his head like it was a ridiculous thing to do. She thought so too. 

“They think the bodies went missing around here?” She asked, feeling her jaw go slack, “That’s insane. Why would they think that?” She asked him seriously. When he’d mentioned it before, he hadn’t said anything about the disappearances. 

“People are dumb,” Gator chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about it. They’re not going to find anything.” He smiled as he took a swig from his Mountain Dew as she felt her thoughts begin to wander. 

“Still,” Daphne replied a second later, “Obviously nothing is wrong, but it’s like what if they do find something?” She meant it in a lighter manner, but he didn’t seem to take it that way. She thought it would be just their luck if they found some old body out near the ranch. 

“They won’t,” He dismissed her, “There’s nothing to find.” He said shortly, his features tightening up as he stabbed at his food a little harder. She stared at him for a moment, still not used to how snippy his tone could get. 

“Of course,” She responded quickly, “I know that. Do I get to see you on the job then?” She decided to tease him instead, figuring that was better than going into details about what exactly he’d be doing. He didn’t seem to like to discuss it when it came to the ranch. 

“I guess,” He grinned as he looked at her, “Don’t look too excited.”

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Doing laundry took a lot more effort as the months to her due date grew closer. Gator went through a lot of clothes because of work and from the days that he helped his dad on the ranch. Which was most days.

She held a basket against her waist, slowly descending sideways down the stairs. She’d tried talking to him about leaving his dirty clothes in the hampers on the ground floor, but he always forgot. 

He had unofficially taken claim over the basement as he had set up a large majority of his posters and pictures of them on the walls. He had Rex’s tank set up down there, along with his video game systems and a locked cabinet of guns that she had no desire to mess with.

“Gator,” She mumbled underneath her breath, sure that she would have to remind him once again that it was very hard for her to bend over at the moment, “Damn it.” She sighed, wincing as she slowly squatted down to pick up a discarded sock. 

She stalled as she noticed a large bag that was hurriedly stuffed underneath the futon. She rested her palms on her knees for a moment before she leaned down, groaning as she pulled the heavy bag free.

She unzipped it, her eyes widening as she looked at what was inside of it. She looked at the heavy materials, unsure of how he had managed to stuff so many inside as she gently brushed her fingers over the zipper of the bag.

She knew that he had guns and that didn’t bother her. Her dad had guns. She’d grown up around guns. But this made her nervous. There were a bunch and they were all semi automatics. She stared at them for another moment before she zipped up the bag, suddenly sure that this had nothing to do with his job. 

“You’ll never guess who I saw today,” Gator spoke as he came inside the house that night, carrying in a gust of later winter wind as he did so, “It was-, what are you doing?” She had the bag placed on the table, had it opened so he could see it as soon as he came in. 

“Why do you have all of these?” She asked him seriously, placing one hand on her hip as she stared at him in disbelief. She watched the way he quickly walked forward, his eyes looking anywhere but her as he placed all the guns back inside of the bag. 

“Where did you find that?” He mumbled as he rapidly zipped it up, “S’dangerous. You don’t need to be messin’ with it.” He glanced at her sternly before he moved the bag over his shoulder, looking at her as if she had done something wrong. 

“I wasn’t messing,” She said in defense of herself, “I was trying to get your dirty socks when I saw it. Why do you have all those guns?” She asked him again, waddling behind him as he began to make his way back down to the basement. She cursed underneath her breath, gripping the railing as she slowly side stepped her way back down. 

“It’s for work.” He dismissed her as he began to open his gun cabinet, exposing the items that she already knew he had. He roughly shoved the bag inside there, then slammed it shut then quickly locked it. 

“Then why are they here?” She asked him in disbelief, unsure of why he’d need his work guns at their house. She shook her head, watching the way his shoulders sagged as he turned his attention towards her. 

“They won’t be long,” He reassured her as he took a step forward, “I’m just holding them for my dad, just for a while.” He tried to brush her off, genuinely trying to make the whole thing out to be no big deal. She knew better than that. She knew him too well. He was trying to avoid the situation. 

“Is this about the investig-,”

“Hey,” He stopped her as he cupped her jaw, squeezing softly, “You don’t need to be worrying about any of this. He just wasn’t supposed to buy those just yet. He’s still waiting for the money to process through the county.” He explained softly, his brown eyes meeting hers in a soft reassurance. She stared up at him, trying to find it in herself to believe him. It made sense, but part of her felt like something was off. 

“I really don’t like you hoarding guns here,” She said at last, “And I really don’t like that your dad asked you to do it.” She told him seriously, in disbelief that Roy would do such a thing. She supposed that might come with his job, but it was still messed up. 

“I’m not hoarding them,” He laughed as he looked towards her, “I just can’t take them in yet.” He replied as he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. She looked at him unsure, shaking her head softly. 

“But-,”

“You don’t need to worry about it,” He said as he rubbed at her shoulders, “It’s not good for the babies. I’ll get them out of here, I swear.” He promised as he bent down to leave his forehead against hers, quickly trying to shut the conversation down. She paused for a moment. 

“Okay,” She breathed out at last, feeling a little better as he rubbed her shoulders gently, “It just made me nervous.” She told him honestly, feeling worried as she took a hold of his bicep gently. He squeezed her arms gently as she tried to erase the worry that had filled her heart. 

��I know,” He told her softly as he kissed her nose, “Everything is safe. I promise.” 

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30. Second Chance

Part 30 of Every Little Thing! One chapter left <3

CW: mentions of being blinded, Gator feeling bad about himself, handjobs

Ruby and Bruce had many happy tapes of their children, lots of them with Gator as well. It was for mundane reasons but also for accomplishments and for special holidays. They only existed inside of their house. There were no recordings of young Gator inside of his house.

One of his favorites was a video where he was no more than four. He was sprawled out on one of the play mats, Daphne waddling around in her little onesie, her pacifier attached to a string on her outfit.

He must’ve been in the process of being weaned off of his pacifier at that time, because each time she’d walk too close he’d grip a hold of it and put it in his mouth. She would pat her little hands on top of his head before she would yank the pacifier out of his mouth. It repeated for like five minutes until Ruby laughed too hard, making him startle in surprise.

He wondered if she ever took notice of the way his eyes grew large, fearful like he was expecting something much worse to happen. Ruby had only scooped him up, kissed his little cheeks before telling him that he didn’t need that. He wondered where his mom had been. Where Roy had been. He wondered where they were now. 

He thought of his mom once again, lingering on how her smile just never met her eyes. Her eyes. He suddenly couldn't remember what color her eyes were. Did she remember what color his were? Not that it mattered anymore.

Daphne had once called his eyes home and he wondered if she’d feel the same way once she saw him again. He supposed he looked fairly pitiful as he continued to stumble around. 

His chest ached as he thought about Daphne, wondering what had happened to her once he was gone. He was fairly certain nothing bad had happened, but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Munch had hurt her. 

Everything came rushing back to him at once, repeating over and over in his mind as if he was going to lose the memories. Everything was dark, dark enough to make him wonder if he would eventually not be able to recall them. 

Everything hurt. 

He could remember being seventeen and being dumb enough to mouth off about something to Roy. He was always angry at that time, always pushing his luck with everyone. All he had really wanted was his mom at the time, but she was long gone. Where? He didn’t know. Or maybe he did and he just wasn’t willing to admit it. 

Roy had hit him over whatever he had said. It must’ve been dumb, as he couldn’t remember what he had spoken out of anger. He was bad about that. Perhaps he hadn’t said anything at all, it had just been his actions. He couldn’t recall. He just remembered thinking about how badly it had hurt, how he swore he’d never feel such pain again. He thought he had learned his lesson then, but he was wrong. 

He kept wanting to touch his eyes, but then remembered that his hands were bound. His head hurt too, as did his arms and his legs. He kept tripping, almost like he was falling in and out of consciousness. His lips were chapped, his mouth dry as he felt as if he’d been walking for days. He had no idea how far they’d gone, how long the hours had been. Just that he thought of many different memories to distract himself. 

He didn’t know how Daphne would want him after this. He was brutalized, a monster now. She’d want nothing to do with him, neither would his children. He didn’t even know what his dad would say. It made him feel sick.

He missed Daphne so desperately that he felt as if he could cry. Or maybe he was crying. Or maybe the wetness on his cheeks was the blood from his injury. It was too hard to tell by the sharp wind, by the way his feet awkwardly fell in and out of the soft snow. His fingers were numb, partially from how tight the rope was and partially because of how cold he was. He wondered if he’d lose them too. 

He couldn’t tell if Munch was ahead of him or behind him, just that he was nearby. It felt sick to cover his eyes up when it was clear he couldn’t see. Munch was taunting him, rubbing salt into the wound. 

“Announce yourselves!” The sound jolted him, rattling around in his chest before he quickly recognized the voice. He perked up, suddenly feeling like things would be fine. Munch hadn’t said what he’d do, but Gator had some sort of idea.

“Dad?” His question was rough as he took large strides forward, hoping to get to his father before he was roughly tugged back. It cut off his air flow, choked him so badly that he was left heaving for air. 

“Kid?” Roy called out. It took a few seconds for Gator to breathe right again, “Come away now.” He stumbled around, not sure where to go as Munch tightened the grip on his neck and moved behind him. His pulse started to race again, sure that Munch was playing some new game. 

“A son is unable to comply. He has sold his right to be a man,” Munch’s voice sounded gritty, raspy from behind Gator, “What disappointment the father must feel.” Gator felt his shoulders sag at his words, clearly knowing it to be true without seeing Roy’s reaction. He’d always irritated Roy; been an annoyance. 

“What’s going on with his eyes?” Gator bit back a sob, trembling as Munch tugged on the rope harshly again. He waited for Munch to kill him. He wondered how he’d do it. Would he drag it out? Make him suffer even worse? Or do it quickly. He hoped it would be fast. Daphne. He needed to tell Daphne he was sorry. 

“Forfeit,” Munch answered, making Gator sick again as the memories came crashing back over him, “It tells a lot about a man, the words he uses to describe a double cross. We have heard it all; to Welsh, to Gyp, to Jew. As if to steal is a man’s lineage, what a man is.” 

“What did you do?” Roy’s voice was stern, disappointed as it rang through the air. Gator thought that maybe he was standing a little close. He needed to apologize for being an awful son too. There were many things he needed to make right. 

“I’m sorry,” Gator started to cry, bawling in the same manner Knox did when he was picked up by someone other than him or Daphne, “You said to let it go but I couldn’t.” He felt miserable. He should’ve let it go. It hadn’t been worth it. 

“A man gives with one hand and takes with the other, he breaks his promise” Munch started again as Gator did his best to remain calm, still waiting for the blow to come. He didn’t know why he was dragging it out for so long, “He must be taught.”

Gator felt numb as he was slowly pushed forward. His boots dragged against the snow, the rough dirt as his body cried out in protest. He didn’t know where his dad was or even if anyone else was lingering about. Daphne. Where was Daphne? He couldn’t die yet, he hadn’t been able to apologize to her yet. He needed to tell her that he loved her. He needed to tell his kids that he loved them. 

“The hand he steals with must be cleaved from him and returned; still a hand but now, without function,” Munch replied, making Gator’s thoughts swarm in a million different directions, “Here is your hand.” 

He was kicked forward, falling harshly into something hard as a thud rang out in the air around them. Gator wondered if things were always this loud. He laid on the dirt for a moment, his hands still tied tightly behind his back as he felt all of his emotions rushing forward at once. He was angry, humiliated and sorrowful all at the same time. Most of all, he was regretful. 

“Daddy,” He sobbed into the dirt, his fingers twitching as he thought about how pathetic he must seem right now. He felt pathetic as he moved onto his back, “Daddy, I’m scared.” He sat up slowly, his eyes and cheeks burning as he pushed himself forward roughly. He waited, hoping that his father might have some pity for him. Not that he really deserved it. But he had done all of this for his approval. 

“I said shut up,” Roy replied, instantly making Gator’s sounds of pain stall at his tongue, “If there ever was a point to you it’s gone now.” His words hit deep, making him feel sick as he let his head rest forward. It took some pressure off of the aching pain he was feeling.

It was silent for a moment as he waited for Roy to untie him. He was disappointed, but Gator was still his son. Roy never had to see him again if he didn’t want to, he just wanted to get back to his family. Daphne and their babies. He needed their forgiveness.

“Dad?” He asked a second later, sure that his hearing was off as he heard the sound of footsteps walking away. His body grew cold as the silence surrounded him. Leaving him completely alone this time. It was worse than death.

His realization that he never really mattered to his father hit him at once. He cried out again, drool falling from his lips as he stumbled onto his knees, then onto his feet. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he wouldn’t sit there like his dad expected. He didn’t need his help. He was strong. He could get out of this.

He moved slowly, but that didn’t keep him from running into the very obvious tree. He groaned as he fell onto his back, his broken wrist feeling like it was seconds away from shattering off of his body. He whimpered, moving into a sitting position as he moved around. 

He felt for a broken piece of, finally satisfied as he roughly began to move the rope against the bark. He had no idea if it would work. He could be just wasting his own time, but it was better than stumbling around in the dark with his hands behind his back. At least his hands could help him feel, to get some idea of where he was.

He lurched forward once he was free, the rapid motions of his actions sending him flying forward as he groaned once again. His entire body ached but he kept moving, pushing just a little further as he reminded himself of just how close to home he was. 

He crawled up the slope, then fell onto his knees as he swept his hands blindly around. He moved slowly, taking cautious steps even though it didn’t really help. He fell a few times until he finally found a good balance as he gripped a wooden structure.

He felt around it for a moment, sniffing at the air as he was sure he was propped up against a door. He rested against it for a moment, trying to keep his heart calm before he moved forward once again.

He knew once he was inside where he was. In the tunnels. The same one he’d shown to Daphne. He thought that Roy must be wrong. This was luck. He was lucky. He rushed forward, dragging his fingertips against the walls as he wondered if Daphne would be waiting for him on the other end.

Something above him sounded wrong. Everything was loud and there seemed to be large trucks moving ahead. He wondered what was happening, if Roy had finally been caught. He hated how he hoped that he had been. 

He stumbled back, groaning as he gripped his head as he ran straight into a low arch way. He cursed as he bent over, holding his throbbing head in agony before he pushed forward again. He was almost here. 

He felt many reassurances rush through him once he pulled the door open and fell onto the snow. He didn’t need to see the sun to know that it was beaming down on him. He accepted it, craved it even. 

Everything else was a blur. He spit his confession out to the FBI before any of the on sight medical team looked at him. He had asked about Daphne first, only to be reassured that she was still with her parents. He was sick to his stomach, almost not wanting her to see him. She would hate him. He was sure of it. 

“Gator,” He felt himself perking up at the sound of Daphne’s voice, his chest tightening as he listened to footsteps approaching, “Hey, you alright?” She sounded like a lullaby as she approached, her hands gentle as she reached out towards him. 

“I can’t see.” He spit out pitifully, hating that those were the first words out of his mouth. He was pathetic. Useless. Just like everyone else thought. She held onto him gently, pulling him close to her chest. 

“S’alright,” She whispered as she brushed her nose against the side of his forehead. She smelt sweet, like berries. He inhaled that smell as he pulled her even closer, “Do you hurt? Did they give you medicine?”

“I don’t want nothin’.” He told her truthfully, feeling like he deserved to suffer. This would be his life now. He felt his shoulders sag again, feeling like he’d be more of a child than a husband to her. Only, he wasn’t even a husband. Just a boyfriend. Why would she need to stay with what remained of him?

“Don’t start with me, Gator,” She replied hoarsely, “You’re in pain. What did they say the issue was?” She asked him, sounding like she was near tears as she held onto his face again. He let her tilt and move his chin around until she was done inspecting him. He wouldn’t let her see his eyes. They were far too gruesome for someone as sweet as her. 

“They don’t know yet,” He mumbled, “They just cleaned it up.” He said, but was honestly unsure. He couldn’t remember how long he’d been sitting there. He figured it couldn’t be long. He told them to tell her right away, only because he figured it would be better to get it over with. 

“Let’s go to the hospital.” She replied and he listened to the way she sniffled. He tilted his head up again, only to remember that he couldn’t see her. He probably wouldn’t ever see her again. 

“Not yet,” He said softly, “I need to know what happens first. I need to apologize to Nadine.” He told her, furrowing his eyebrows together as he realized he didn’t know if she made it out or not. He hoped that she did. He had done a really shitty thing to her. 

“I tipped off the police,” She said softly, “I didn’t know what else to do.” He listened to her tone, but he could no longer really tell what she was feeling. She was always easy to read by the expressions she made. He would have no idea what she thought now. 

“You did the right thing,” He told her quickly, “It’s what I should’ve done.” He muttered softly, feeling a fresh wave of guilt all over again. He brushed his fingertips against her sides, wondering if he would forget what she felt like. 

“You were going to save her.” She reminded him gently, although he couldn’t really recall what he was going to do. Would he have really done that? He supposed he would never know now. She held onto him tightly, slowly brushing her fingers against the hair on the nape of his neck. 

“They’re going to take me to jail.” His words were muffled into her chest as she continued to cling to him, whispering soft words as if she was singing a lullaby. He held onto her tighter, wondering if she’d even know if he began to cry. “I know,” She replied gently, “But did you make things right?” She pulled away softly, tilting his head back up towards her as if she still thought she could look into his eyes. He was suddenly happy he couldn’t see hers. He didn’t want to see how disappointed, how ashamed she was. He wondered if she’d leave just as Roy had. 

“I think so,” He muttered, “I told them everything. All of it.” He breathed out, hoping that would at least make some things right. At least he could now see his father clearer. He leaned against her as she gently touched her lips to his forehead. 

“Then everything is going to be okay,” She whispered as she pushed her fingers through his messy strands, “I’m so proud of you, Gator.”

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“How much was the bond?” That was the first thing he asked her once Ruby and Bruce had left. He had spent a few days in the hospital, under the close watch of guards before he spent one night in jail. Daphne had the bond paid off before he could spend another. 

He supposed he was glad that he couldn’t see how she reacted when he told her everything that he’d done. He didn’t hold back, figuring that she deserved the truth before she decided to be stuck with him forever. He didn’t think he deserved redemption, but thus far she was still around. 

“It doesn’t matter.” She replied, gently holding onto his hand as she led him towards the couch. He had a stick now, but he fucking hated it. He hated everything about himself at the moment. He’d fallen into his own little pity bubble, making it that much worse.

“Daphne-,” He started to protest again, stumbling again until she pressed him down onto the couch. He exhaled roughly, wiping at his chin to keep his bottom lip from quivering. He still had yet to get used to the fact that he couldn’t see. It bothered him even more that he couldn’t even inspect his injuries, to see what he was really dealing with. 

“Stop,” She took his hands gently in hers, “Don’t worry about that. You’re home and that’s all that matters.” He listened to the sound of her rustling as she sat near him. He tilted his head, wondering what the twins were doing. He hadn’t heard them yet. 

“Don’t.” He flinched away, his words coming out a lot harsher than he meant for them to be as she slowly pressed her fingertips against his wrapped wound. He didn’t want anyone to see it, but especially her. 

“Hey,” She paused as she brushed her hands gently against the side of his head, “I am a nurse, remember?” She spoke gently, bringing her fingers back just a bit until he rested against her once again. 

“It looks terrible.” He replied underneath his breath, sure that she would be disgusted with him once she saw them. She scoffed gently as she tapped her fingers against his bristly jaw. 

“How do you know?” She asked him seriously as she slowly began to unwrap the bandage. He could feel his heart hammering slowly as he waited for the sounds of disgust to leave his lips, “When was the last time this was changed?” She asked softly, only making him shrug his shoulders in return. 

“I just do.” He answered her first question instead, exhaling roughly once he was exposed to her. He listened to the sound of her humming, unsure of how she could be so relaxed at a time like this. 

“Looks fine to me,” She said softly, “You’re bruised a little bit, a little swollen too. But your eyelids are mostly fine, a little scar tissue here and there. No maggots though.” She explained it all to him, allowing him to paint his own mental picture as he nodded his head softly. 

“Thanks,” He said softly, inhaling her scent as she rested her forehead against his, “I can’t do this.” He sounded weak as he spoke, like a whiny child. He meant his words though. It would be easier if he just disappeared entirely. 

“Yes you can,” She told him sternly, “You have to. For all of us.” She squeezed his jaw softly, leaning forward to give his lips a gentle peck. He savored the feeling of her mouth against his before she pulled away from him.

“I’m going to have to face him in court.” He told her gently, thinking about the thing that was really weighing on his chest. He knew what Roy would say if he got the chance. It wouldn’t be good. He hadn’t faced any of them since he ratted everyone out. 

“And I’ll be there,” She replied and he listened to the sound of her soft breathing, “We all will.” She reassured him, making him feel just a little bit better. He really didn’t know where he’d be without her. 

“I won’t be able to see you.” He replied weakly, unsure of how he could feel supported by her at all. He didn’t know what to do if he couldn’t see her. He needed to see her. He didn’t like the fact that he might forget what she looked like. He drew his hands up slowly, cupping the side of her face.

“The doctor said you could get your vision back,” She responded, humming softly to herself, “We don’t have to worry about it right now. All we need to do is focus on you getting healed once again.” She seemed pleased with herself as she brushed fingertips across his jaw line again.

“I don’t know how to shave now,” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed at his statement, “It feels itchy.” He replied again, knowing that it must look terrible. He never liked when it got long. He didn’t know how he’d be able to handle it in prison. 

“You’re hairy,” She giggled softly, “I can do it. We should go take a shower.” She mused gently as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He shook his head, too tired to do such a thing at the moment. 

“That sounds nice,” He told her truthfully. He felt like he needed to scrub the filth away from his skin, “Where are they?” He asked, feeling worried that she thought he was too dangerous to handle the twins now. He hoped that she didn’t feel that way. 

“Sleeping,” She replied as she stood, then reached for his hands to help support him, “Let’s get you cleaned up, handsome.” She told him, sounding chipper as she slowly guided him towards the stairs.

He gripped her hand tightly, using the other to hold onto the railing as he unsteadily balanced himself on the stairs. Her touch was gentle but stern, like she was afraid he’d go stumbling back down the stairs. He was partially afraid of that too.

“So the room is,” She paused for a moment before she spoke up again, “Thirteen steps and to the left.” She directed, sounding like she was going to write this down later. He did his best to keep from grumbling, sure that he wouldn’t remember it anyways.

He followed beside her slowly, trying to do his best to keep his feet from dragging on the ground. She continued to count the steps, directing them to the bathroom before she slowly began to undress him. 

“I can do that myself.” He reminded her, not wanting her to think that he was useless either. She stalled her movements for a moment before he listened to her turn the shower on. 

“I know that,” She told him a second later. She gripped his cast softly, leaving him confused until he felt her begin to wrap it once again, “I want to help you.” She said gently, making him nod his head in agreement. 

She had him hold his left hand out to test the water and once she was sure that he was satisfied with the temperature, she helped him crawl inside. He kept his face away from the water, afraid to get it into his eyes. 

He felt fairly pathetic now, not being able to see and unable to use his dominant hand. Daphne did most of it once again, scrubbing at his hair and then setting up the loofah for him. He moved it around clumsily, still feeling like his thoughts were a thousand miles away.

He didn’t know where Munch was, or where he’d gone. It scared him too. He knew where they lived, so there was always a chance he could come back. That’s what he feared the most. If Munch came back there was nothing he could do about it. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” She asked him, jolting him from his thoughts. He chewed on his bottom lip, enjoying the way she threaded her fingers through his chest hair. 

“You’d be giving me a lot of pennies.” He told her, smiling softly. He was fairly certain she wouldn’t be able to handle everything that he had to say. It was just him worrying. 

“Hm,” She hummed softly as she rested her chin onto the crook of his neck, then massaged her fingers across his waist, “Do you want me to help you take your mind off of it?” The air was hot against the side of his neck, her voice sweet as honey as she whispered her question.

He felt his cock beginning to throb in anticipation, enjoying how she dragged her lips against his neck. He exhaled roughly, leaning back against her touch. She moved her hands further down his waist, drawing electricity underneath his skin.

“Yeah,” He replied slowly, biting back a groan as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He jolted at the surprising sensation, grunting at the way she slowly began to stroke him in her hands, “God. That feels so nice.” He told her truthfully. 

The feeling of her skin against his made his body warm in pleasure, shivers of pleasure forming as she slowly moved her palm across the length of his cock. He enjoyed the way she squeezed at the base of his cock, how she lazily stroked her thumb across the head of his cock.

He had a hard time biting his moans back, sure that everything felt more sensitive than usual. He wondered if it had to do with being gone for so long, or if it was the fact that his body was reacting to what he couldn’t see.

“Feel good?” She mumbled softly, earning a cry from his lips as she nipped the crook of his neck. He jerked his hips forward in bliss, parting his mouth in awe as she moved a free hand to palm at his balls.

He hissed in pleasure, enjoying how quickly she jerked her hand up and down the length of his cock. She continued to use her free hand to massage at his balls, making his cock ache and feel heavy as he grinded his hips forward.

“So good,” He spit out, his thighs trembling and stomach muscles clenching in bliss. He tilted his head back, moaning as she dragged her teeth along the sensitive part of his neck, “Fuck, Jesus. That feels amazing, baby.” He cooed in awe, jerking his hips forward roughly. 

He came with a cry, thrusting forward harshly into her hand as his whole body vibrated in pleasure. Daphne rocked him through it, peppering kisses along his skin and encouraging him gently. 

“Good boy,” She cooed playfully, giggling as she gave his neck another soft kiss. She moved her hand away before she moved the water over him, rinsing him off again, “Feel a little better?” He could practically feel her grin as he nodded his head, huffing harshly in agreement. 

She helped him rinse off after, rubbing lotion across his back and arms and then his legs. He tried to protest but she shushed him all the same, apparently keen on the idea of taking care of him. 

She moved the razor slowly over his skin, softly. He wished that he could see what she was doing, or at least look at the determination on her features that she always got. It bothered him because he knew that his eyelids were parted, but he still saw nothing but shadows. 

“Smooth,” She told him as she brushed her hands across his smooth skin, “I’m going to redo your bandages now, alright?” She questioned him gently, only continuing once he nodded his head in agreement 

She began to open a few more things next to her, explaining what she was doing as she touched a cold liquid to his sore eyes. He hated how badly they ached. It made him feel like he really wouldn’t be able to see again. 

“Does it look awful?” He asked her seriously, hoping that she wouldn’t lie to him. He observed the way her fingertips became softer against his skin. 

“No,” She said at last, “It looks tender, but nothing gruesome. The doctor did a good job.” She replied as she gave his chin a gentle squeeze. He sighed, enjoying the way she leaned down and kissed the tip of his forehead. 

“Okay,” He said gently, “Thanks.” He mumbled, feeling like he owed her many more apologies. He wouldn’t have made it far without her. He was still angry with himself. If he hadn’t gone to see Roy, they would’ve been long gone by now. 

“I’m here for you, Gator. I want to help you, however I can.” She said softly, her voice shaking a bit as she spoke. He leaned against her, breathing in the smell of her perfume as he nodded his head in agreement.

“I know,” He told her gently as he pulled her closer to his chest, figuring that there were a lot of things to explain to her, “You are. Just by being here.” He told her honestly as he savored the feeling of skin against his. 

He let her help him get dressed without a complaint this time. He knew he shouldn’t be bitter when she was trying her best too. He was worried about her. He didn’t want her to be too stressed, to lose this baby too.

Knox and Piper were fascinated with his bandages at first, constantly trying to rip it off before Daphne moved their hands away. Gator always jerked back, afraid that he would scare them. He didn’t want to terrify them.

As the days grew into weeks, things got a little easier. He did in fact start to count his footsteps when he was trying to go from one place to the other, although he preferred Daphne helping him there. He hated using the cane. He hated relying on it. 

It was still a struggle to move around, especially when Birdie was in his sprinting moods. Daphne kept the house clean most of the time, but the twins still had scattered toys everywhere. They were growing too. It made him sad to think about how he’d probably miss out on a huge chunk of their lives. 

Not to mention the new baby. He rubbed Daphne’s stomach in the same manner, gently brushing his palms across her bump as he was sure the baby was growing overnight. He would miss the growth of him or her, he’d miss the delivery. And that scared him the most. He feared that something would go wrong again. 

By the time he went in for his trial the twins were steadily approaching their first birthday. Both of them were babbling, making semi coherent words and wobbly walking back and forth. He was going to miss them, more than anything.

“It’s going to be okay,” She told him, making shivers appear on his skin as she brushed her fingertips across his skin, “They’re going to take in account what you did to help them bring your dad down. You won’t get the max sentence.” He could practically feel her shaking her head, like she was trying to erase his own bad thoughts. 

“Even if I get the minimum sentence,” He started slowly, “The twins will be two and you’ll have a baby that I won’t ever be able to meet.” He told her seriously, feeling sick all over again. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek gently. 

“You act like I won’t ever come visit,” She said softly, “Everything is going to work out. I promise you that.” She said a little sterner, holding his hands close as she massaged their fingertips together. He breathed in deeply as he nodded his head in agreement, choosing to listen to her reassurances rather than fight her words. 

The trial wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He kept his hands pressed tightly together, fearing that everyone could see him shake as he recounted everything once again. There were some things he kept out, but it was nothing in regard to his father or Nadine. Most of it revolved around Munch. He was afraid to bring him up, almost like he was a ghost. 

He didn’t get the minimum sentence, but he didn’t get the max either. Two years and five months. Piper and Knox would be three and his other child would be turning two. He would be missing out on so much. It made him sick. 

The first few weeks were the hardest. It took a long time for him to adjust to being away, but Daphne visited about every day. Bruce had worked out some deals, and got him extra visitation hours. He appreciated it. Even though some days he was too tired to even entertain her. 

“Can you see any better?” She asked hesitantly, doing her best to scoot closer as she tapped her fingers against the table. She was eight months along now and he was constantly terrified that he’d wake up to a phone call with the worst news. 

“A bit,” He admitted as he pulled his sunglasses off. He blinked a few times, turning in her direction, “Not out of my left eye, but I can see colors and blurs from my right one.” He told her, thinking that she looked like a mess of red as he squinted in her direction. He was sure that his left eye was fucked, but he was slowly adjusting to it. 

“That’s good,” She piped up as she reached for his hand, “Really good.” She traced her fingers along the lines on his palm, her new thing to do whenever she visited him. He liked the sensation. She’d grown quite well at describing things as well. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked her, feeling like she was being more quiet than usual. She’d already told him everything there was to know about the kids, but he also felt like he kept up to date with them as often as he could. He got separate hours that he could video chat with them, which they took advantage of quite a bit. 

“Nothing really,” She said gently, “Maude and Jessica were having issues with their foster family. They’re going to come stay with us for a while.” Her nails dragged against his skin softly, making him relax even though he felt like faltering. 

“Us?” He questioned her, searching for clarity as he tilted his head in her direction again. He watched her, wishing that he could read the expressions on her features. She had the cutest looks to her. 

“When you get home, silly,” She smiled as she took his hand, “Noelle got her own place too. I’ve been thinking about maybe moving in with my parents for a while.” She drew out slowly, making him part his lips in disbelief. 

“What?” He didn’t understand. He knew that his bond and everything with the trial had been expensive, but he still thought they were well off. He supposed it must’ve changed. She wasn’t working either after all. Kids were expensive. 

“It’d be nice to have the help,” She responded slowly, “There’s going to be five little kids soon. I’m going to need my mom.” She reasoned with him, making him nod his head in agreement. He knew that Maude and Jessica could be a handful. He didn’t blame her for seeking out help. 

“What about our house?” He asked a second later, almost fearing what her answer would be. He really enjoyed where they had lived. It felt like a piece of them. 

“I don’t know,” She said gently, “Would you still want to live there?” Shequestioned him this time, making him furrow his eyebrows together. He thought about it for a moment. The ranch wouldn’t hold great memories, but it was still their home.

“It’s our house.” He told her simply, feeling like that was the best answer to go with. Their house didn’t have many bad memories. It was safe in his mind. 

“We can have plenty of houses in many different places,” She told him gently, “There isn’t a rush to that. My home is where you are.” She spoke sweetly as she cusped their hands together. He admired the way her palm felt against his, how it was always much softer. Just as she was. 

“Jail?” He teased her softly, unable to hide his own grin. He listened to the sound of her laughter, pleased that he had been able to make her feel a little better. 

“I guess so,” She said between laughs as she squeezed at his hand, “That sounds about right.”  She replied before she brought his knuckles up to her mouth and kissed his skin. He savored the feeling. 

“Only a while more.” He told her, even though it would still be a long time. His sentence had just started, but he was still optimistic he might get out early for good behavior. As long as things continued to go in the right direction. At least he hoped so. 

“Mhm,” She grinned, “It’s all going to be fine.” She kissed at his fingertips, making him smile as the sensation sent shivers down his back. He couldn’t wait to really touch her again. He supposed they weren’t supposed to be doing this much, but none of the guards ever said anything about it. 

“What about the baby?” He asked her suddenly, still worried that something might be wrong with their other child. He couldn’t help the way he would over think nowadays. He had nothing better to do. 

“I haven’t felt anything unusual,” She told him gently, “I don’t think there’s a chance they’ll let you be there for the delivery though?” She asked him as she brought his palm down against her pregnant tummy, letting him feel around until he felt the soft flutters. 

“No.”

“Maybe we can screen time the whole time I’m in there,” She said instead, “We can figure it out.” She told him the same answer that she always did. She was right. They always figured it out. He wondered if he should mention the ring in his drawer before she got rid of too many things. 

“I guess.” He told her softly, suddenly feeling a little sour. He supposed it was a good thing that he had seen her in her wedding dress before. He stalled for a moment, figuring that would be the one she wore anyways.

“What names do you like?” She asked him gleefully, sounding happy as she continued to press his palm against where their baby was fluttering about. He felt his lips twitch into a smile, even though he was feeling saddened once again. 

“I don’t know.” He admitted, wondering how they hadn’t spoken about it while he was at home. He had been too stressed and she had been too busy taking care of him. It was his fault once again. 

“I kind of liked Willow,” She said gently, “Or Rosie. I thought that was cute too.” She sounded like she was smiling. He wanted to bring his palm against her face, but the guards freaked out when he did that. 

“I like Rosie,” He said softly, “What about for a boy?” He questioned her, really hoping that Roy could be a forgotten name. He didn’t want that name carried out with any of his children. 

“I kind of thought about naming him after you,” She said slowly, making him snort, “I’m not being funny.” He shook his head, thinking that it was very hilarious of her. He had hated his name, but he felt a little better about it now. He wondered if his mom preferred a different name. He suddenly thought of the name Linda, but kept that to himself. 

“I like Noah,” He told her gently, “Maybe Theodore.” He replied thoughtfully, laughing to himself at how it sounded rolling off of his tongue. 

“Fancy,” She giggled softly, “I did like Preston.” She added a second later, sounding wistful as she was suddenly lost in her own thoughts. He grinned at her suggestion, knowing that their time was nearly up by the way the guards moved forward. 

“I’m going to miss you.” He told her quickly, not wanting her to forget that. Or him. He still feared that with each day she’d stop coming, that she would have better things to do. He wondered how long it would take for her to wake up and realize she could do better. 

“I always miss you,” She drew out as she played with their fingers again, “You’re making all of us really proud.” 

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28. In the End

Part 28 of Every Little Thing!

He didn’t know why he let things bother him so easily. 

At this point he shouldn’t care that Munch had gotten away. It was a draw in some sort of way. They weren’t admitting defeat, well, at least he wasn’t. Roy was a different story. He hated that his dad didn’t trust him.

He returned early after the meeting, still feeling a jittery sensation of anger still coursing through his veins. He’d huffed on his vape until his lips were chapped but it didn’t seem to do much of a difference. He was still pissed. 

He listened to the way the snow crunched underneath his boots as he rolled his shoulders around. He tilted his head back and forth, his neck stiff from all of the stress that was lingering against his bones. This case was dragging him down and he hated it. 

He entered the house slowly, sighing deeply as he hoped for a better day. He knew that he was stressing Daphne out. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he feared that he’d scare her away. He didn’t want to lose her again. Not when he’d just gotten her back.

“Hey you,” He mumbled as he bent over to give Birdie a few soft pats on his backside. He mewled in protest before he took off in a flash of fur. Gator shook his head as he kicked off his boots, then removed his coat, “What are you two doing?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he looked at the twins who were rolling around on the living room floor. 

It was then that he heard the dry heaving, the sound of rough coughing coming down the hallway. He moved quickly, his heart hammering roughly inside of his chest as he once again feared the worst. The door hadn’t been locked. Munch could have appeared and he would’ve never known. 

“Daph?” He asked as he knocked at the door, feeling concerned at the way she kept gagging, “Are you alright?” He felt sick as he waited for the longest time, fearing what sight may greet him as he rattled the door handle. 

“Just a minute!” She shouted in response a second later, sounding miserable before he heard her start to dry heave once again. He paused, trying to think of what might help her. 

“Are you coming down with something?” He asked her, feeling a little worried as he pressed his left hand against her clammy forehead. He noticed how pale her tone was, how she clearly looked miserable. He felt even more guilty, feeling like he was leaving her to so much on her own. 

He listened to the sound of the toilet flushing, then of the water running for the longest time. He rattled at the door again, only feeling relieved once she pulled it open. She was scrubbing a spare toothbrush against her teeth. He watched as she bent over to rinse her mouth out, sighing deeply before she stood and held onto the counter. 

“I’m fine,” She said as she pulled her hair up over her head, sighing as she rubbed at her lower back, “Just got a little nauseous.” She shook her head, still looking pale and green as she patted at his side. She moved past him, walking faster towards the living room to check on the babies. 

“You sure?” He asked her, feeling worried as she wiped the top of her forehead. She nodded, taking a deep breath before she reached for him. He held onto her just as tightly before he brought his palms against her cheeks, trying to determine if she was sick or not. 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” She nodded her head softly as she squeezed at his bicep, “I didn’t know you’d be home so soon.” She rested her cheek against his palm, inhaling deeply as he continued to rub his thumb against her clammy skin. 

“It’s okay,” He told her quickly, “Why don’t you go lay down for a while?” He asked her seriously, feeling really guilty suddenly. He was sure that she was stressed, even if she didn’t want to admit it. She was doing a lot on her own suddenly. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. 

“I’m okay, really,” She smiled as he kissed the top of her head, “I’m glad that you’re here.” He hummed in response, letting his lips linger against her skin for a long moment. He missed her too, more than he was sure that she realized. He hated the long hours that he spent away from her. 

“Me too,” He said softly as he twisted at the loose strands of hair that fell around her face, “How about we just make a frozen pizza tonight?” He suggested as he pulled away with a smile. He thought that it would be nice just to sit with her for a while. He didn’t know when he’d be whisked away once again. 

“I can cook.” She defended herself, wrinkling her eyebrows together as if she was determined to do so. He nodded, knowing she was fully capable of doing so but wanting her to relax as well. 

“I think pizza sounds good,” He dismissed her a second later, “I can get it. Seriously, it’s fine.” He grinned as he moved away, popping the freezer door open as he thought about something to lighten the mood. He wondered suddenly if soup would be easier on her stomach. He could warm up a can of that too. 

When he turned around, she broke down. She crumpled in front of him, her palms covering her eyes as her shoulders began to shake from her rough tears. He tossed the frozen pizza aside, stunned at her sudden outburst. Usually he could tell when she was close to tears. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked her worriedly, trying to move her hands away from her face so he could look at her better, “What’s wrong?” He asked her softly, still prying her hands down as she continued to blubber. 

“You’re just working so hard and I’m just struggling to keep the house clean and now I can’t even make you dinner.” She babbled out, hiccuping as her breathing came out in rough spurts. He raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, trying to get her calmed down before she spurred into a panic attack. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked her, laughing in disbelief as he tilted her chin up to face him, “You always do a great job. You don’t have to do any of that.” He told her seriously, feeling even worse suddenly. He never wanted to make her feel like she was in that position. He thought that her not working would be best while she was still recovering, perhaps it wasn’t. 

“What else am I supposed to do?” She sniffled, “I just don’t know where the time went today.” She held her hands up to her head, the same way she did before she’d start to tell him she was acting dramatic. He didn’t think that at all. He was worried for her. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” He told her seriously, nodding his head as she continued to let out quick, rapid breaths, “You’re doing a lot. Much more than what you need to. It’s okay.” He pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist as she continued to hiccup. 

“I’m sorry,” She mumbled into his chest, almost setting him off on his reassurances again before she spoke up, “I’m just emotional and maybe a little stressed. I’m okay.” He kissed the side of her face, observing the way her hands shook as she reached for a tissue. 

“Once this is over with,” He started softly, “We’ll take a little vacation, yeah?” He’d been thinking about it for a while, but he was even more determined to do it now. She needed a break. She was drowning in a completely different way than he was. They needed each other.

“You’ve never been out of the midwest.” She laughed as she wiped at her eyes, looking like it was an impulsive thought as she began to brush the tissue against her red nose. He smiled, thinking that the color matched her hair. 

“Well, impress me,” He grinned as he rubbed at her cheeks, “Pick somewhere nice.” He told her seriously, knowing that he would go anywhere with her. They deserved this. 

“Okay,” She nodded her head softly, “The twins like car rides.” She said a second later, nodding her head like it would be a good idea. He laughed, glancing over at the two babies as they continued to play in their own little bubble. 

“They do,” He agreed with her, “It’s all going to be okay.” He promised her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ears as he dragged his eyes to her glossy ones. They were bright, almost as startling as the icy rivers he’d seen before. 

“I love you.” She said softly, blinking her eyes as she leaned against him. He hummed in response, his heart hammering to the same beat as hers. He would never feel this way towards anyone else. She was the most important thing to him. 

“I love you more.” He told her softly, resting his chin on top of her head as he thought of a way to fix this messy situation. It wasn’t pretty, but he needed to get it done. He couldn’t let them suffer anymore. 

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He couldn’t sleep that night and he knew why. He was irritated with Roy, with Munch and especially with himself. He was the reason Daphne was so stressed out, so sick. She’d gone to sleep early, but he didn’t complain. 

He’d carried her up the stairs to their bed after he laid the twins down in the nursery. They were easy going that night and he felt a bit cocky to think that it was because he was there. He had missed them a lot too. 

He lingered for a moment once he got Daphne tucked underneath the sheets. She sighed softly, adjusting her cheek on the pillow as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. He chewed on his bottom lip, watching her for just a moment before he left. 

He’d been reckless, dumb. All of the things. He had thought on a whim instead of actually planning it out, just as he always did. It had been a success, well, partially. He felt sick about the old woman: kept picturing her in his mind the whole way home.

He hid the gun in the back of his truck, knowing that Daphne wouldn’t be pleased to see it within the house. He was too tired to carry it in. Not that he really needed it anyways. Munch was taken care of.

He stared at the bag of money for the longest time before he pulled it out with him. He’d hide it. It would be easy. He was quiet as he crept up the steps, moving as silently as possible as he unlocked the door and sneaked inside. 

“Where were you?” Her voice sent chills up his back, making him jump in a similar way Birdie did when he got frightened. He quickly locked the door, wincing as he turned to look at her. She was resting in the arm chair, her robe pulled tightly around her waist as the TV buzzed lowly in the background. 

“I had to check in on something,” He mumbled softly, “About the case.” She looked at him for a long moment, tilting her head as she inspected him. He huffed lowly, knowing that she wasn’t a fool. She knew something was off. It would just be if she brought it up or not. 

“You’re not in your uniform.” She pointed out, sitting forward slowly as she rested her elbows on her knees. She clasped her fingers together, squinting her eyes as she waited for his explanation. He thought of the old woman again, of the way her blood soaked the concrete after. He gulped hard. 

“It was a quick check in at the station,” He responded, feeling odd as he took off his boots, “I just had to run some things over.” He kept his eyes pointed down at the floor, knowing he was screwed if he met her eyes. He couldn’t lie to her. 

“It’s been four hours.” She told him, her tone shaking in disbelief before she began to cough. He snapped his eyes towards her quickly, suddenly worried again. 

“You’re still sick?” He asked, still keeping the bag close to him as he took a few steps forward. She moved away from him, making him jerk his hand back as if he’d been slapped. 

“Something like that,” She said softly, “Where were you?” She asked him, shaking her head as she looked up at him worriedly. Her eyebrows were knitted tightly together, her eyes swimming with different emotions as he watched her. 

“I told you,” He said a little stronger, “I had to run some paperwork about the case.” He shrugged his shoulders, wishing he could be a little more brave in his answer. He was fucked. She was going to find out everything that he had done. All of the bad things, the terrible things. She would hate him and she would leave. 

“Are you seeing someone?” Her question took him by surprise, making him blink in surprise as he tried to focus on what she asked. Is that really what she thought? 

“What?” He asked her, almost laughing again as he shook his head. He felt like he was dreaming. She thought that he was cheating on her? It was almost funny. 

“You’re gone all the time,” She said softly, her voice shaking as she spoke, “Are you not happy?” Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked up at him, making his heart clench tightly in his chest. He felt awful. 

“No, God no,” He shook his head as he walked towards her, quickly taking her hands in his as he knelt in front of her, “There’s no one else. It’s just work. I promise.” He swore to her, shaking her hands gently as he begged her to look at him once again. He wanted her to know that he was sincere about this. He would never do such a thing. 

She nodded her head, not holding eye contact for very long before she turned away. She shifted her hands away, making her robe a little looser around herself as she kept fidgeting with her fingers. He felt a little sick, knowing that she had been more insecure than usual. He didn’t want her to feel worse about herself. He loved her. Every curve and little inch. 

“Daphne,” He spoke more sternly, “There’s no one else. There’s just you. I swear to you. This case is just taking up a lot of our time. You mean everything to me.” He took her hands again, peppering his lips across her knuckles. He’d stay on his knees forever and beg if it made any sort of difference. He couldn’t lose her. 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re still happy.” She whispered underneath her breath, her blue eyes full of tears as she looked at him gently. He exhaled roughly, wondering where those thoughts even came from. He was so happy. 

“Of course I am,” He said, shaking his head as he rubbed her cheek softly, “I have you. I think you were made for me, ya know.” He told her seriously, gripping her cheek tightly before he brought his lips upon hers. He kissed her deeply, hoping that she knew just how much he meant his words. 

“You’re silly.” She said a second later, sniffling as she wiped at her eyes again. He brushed his nose against hers, suddenly a lot more terrified of losing her and their kids. He had to stop what he was doing. This was his final straw. 

“I’m serious,” He grinned as he looked at her, “No one feels like you. No one makes me feel the way you do. You’re fucking perfect for me.” He told her seriously, wondering if this would be the right time to propose. Something told him that it wasn’t just yet. 

“Stop,” She mumbled, looking a little embarrassed as she looked away, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to accuse you.” She shook her head, looking a little pained as if she was dumb for suggesting it. He didn’t want her to feel bad. He knew he would’ve been suspicious in her shoes too. 

“I should’ve told you,” He corrected her as he pressed a kiss against her bottom lip, “Let’s go back to bed, okay?” He asked her softly, ignoring her protests as he picked her up once again. She squealed softly, holding onto him as she turned towards him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” She warned him, but he quickly shook his head. She was still light. It didn’t bother him. Besides, what good was he if he couldn’t carry his future wife up the stairs?

“Not true,” He grinned as he carried her up the steps, “I’m going to be just fine.” 

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He woke up before her the next morning, deciding it was more than alright to let her sleep in. She deserved that. 

He made the twins breakfast, figuring that eggs were easy enough as well as slivers of toast and mashed bananas. Piper held her nose up the whole time, leaving him to dig for another jar of baby food that she would enjoy. He wasn’t sure where she was getting her picky behavior from. 

“Do you want some?” He laughed, watching the way Knox was staring intensely each time he brought the spoon up to Piper’s lips, “Here.” He reached over, topping Piper’s discarded food onto his tray instead. Knox gobbled it up greedily, looking quite proud as he secured his second plate.

“Dada.” Piper cooed, all sweet and kind as her lips curled into Daphne’s same smile. It made his heart ache as he admired her. He felt guilty again, fearing that he may miss some important milestone with the time he’d been gone.

“Yeah?” He replied sweetly in return, watching the way she happily chewed down on her food. He watched the way Knox kept pressing his fingers into the mashed bananas. Piper reached across at the same time, securing a handful of eyes between her fingers, “You’re both messy.” He teased, deciding that they must be full if they were playing. 

He went into the bathroom that was near the laundry room, tugging the door open as he pulled a wash rag free. He let the water run for a moment, warming it as he tugged his vape free from his pocket. He cursed as it slipped out of his wet fingers and scattered across the floor.

He huffed in irritation, kneeling to grab it before something caught his attention. He stared at the box before he pulled it out of the empty bag it was resting in. It had been discarded in a rushed manner, not hidden very well at all.

He walked back out, hearing Daphne’s calm voice as she worked on cleaning Piper’s hands. Knox was already on the floor, draping himself over a giant pot as he scooted his little feet about.

“Hey,” Daphne glanced towards him but quickly looked back to Piper as she picked little pieces of egg out of her hair, “I think her tooth came in last night.” She responded as she looked down at Piper’s mouth, trying to get her lips parted so she could fully see. 

“You’re pregnant.” He said simply, holding up the discarded box as he shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that she’d keep it from him. 

“How did you-,” She paused as she looked at the box, “Oh.” She stared at it for the longest time, looking like she was struggling to come forth with some sort of answer. He tilted his head, not understanding why she’d want to hide it away. 

“When did you take this?” He asked her softly, wondering when she would’ve told him. She inhaled deeply as she picked Piper out of the high chair before she set her on the floor. 

“Two days ago,” She said softly, “My period was late.” She stood slowly, her eyes holding guilt as she slowly rose her eyes up to face him. He frowned as he thought about it. 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asked in disbelief as he tossed the box away in the trash. He moved past her, scrubbing his hands clean as he did his best to calm himself down. He knew why she kept it a secret. 

“You’ve been so busy,” She blubbered out as she wiped at her eyes roughly, “And I didn’t want to bother you anymore when I was such a mess yesterday. And now I’m crying again. I can’t stop crying and it’s so frustrating.” 

“I’m never too busy to help you,” He told her seriously, feeling guilty as he dried his hands off. He didn’t want to make her cry again, “You’re just feeling overwhelmed.” He told her truthfully. 

“I am,” She said gently, “Is this bad?” She sniffled, looking like she was afraid of what his reaction would be. He frowned, feeling like this was just another piece of their dream. He was lucky. 

“No, no,” He said quickly, though he wished it was at a better time, “It’s fine. It’s great.” He told her a little more enthusiastically, really meaning his words as he pulled her into a tight hug. She melted against him, shivering against his touch. 

“The twins aren’t even a year old yet,” She breathed out quickly, her body tense as he rubbed his fingertips between her stiff shoulders, “What are we going to do?” She asked him seriously, sounding worried as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. 

“We can handle it,” He told her gently, although he was worried about her becoming too overwhelmed, “I’ll be here to help.” He promised her, suddenly afraid that she may work herself too hard and lose another baby. It would be harder this time around, especially if her pregnancy was hard again. 

“I know I’m just-,” She exhaled roughly, “I’m scared.” She didn’t have to say much to let him know that she was worried about the same things. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, determined to take care of her. 

“I am too,” He told her honestly, “But we’re prepared for the worst this time. Why don’t we finish watching Golden Girls?” He suggested with a smile, knowing that it always put her in a better mood. He’d put his phone away, forget about what he was supposed to be doing in Roy’s eyes. Daphne needed him. 

“What about your case?” She asked pitifully, sounding worried as she quickly shook his head. He wanted to take care of her, to be with her today. 

“They can figure it out without me for a day,” He told her gently as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “I want to be with you today.” He told her seriously as he admired the freckles along her pale skin. 

“I feel bad-,”

“Stop,” He told her, holding onto her gently so she couldn’t focus on the stress, “Don’t feel bad. What do you want for breakfast?” He asked her instead, observing the way her eyes kept drifting away from him. 

She watched him for a moment, looking like she wanted to say more but nothing came forth. He leaned forward to kiss the top of her head, feeling her attention slowly drift away once again. 

“Daphne,” He said softly, gaining her attention as she looked up at him again, “Do you want a fried egg?” He asked gently, hoping that he could give her some sort of reassurance today. 

“Yeah,” She nodded her head as she bent over to pick up Knox who had begun to grab at her pajama pants, “That sounds really good.” She held Knox to her chest, smiling as he began to chew on his fingers once again. 

“I’ll get Piper,” He told her gently, “You go sit down and relax.” He told her seriously, only picking Piper up once Daphne was resting on the couch with Knox. He walked over, putting her feet up before he gently sat Piper down next to them. He situated them with toys before he went back to work, determined to make her the best damn fried egg she’d ever had. 

“What is the case about?” She asked him softly as she munched on her food, breaking off little pieces to feed Knox. He waited with an open mouth, looking rather happy at the aspect of getting fed even more. Gator shook his head as he wiped some of his drool away. 

“Nadine,” He said at last, “Her prints came in the system.” He decided there was no point in hiding it. He didn’t want to be a hypocrite. 

“Oh,” Daphne looked at him surprised, “So, what is the case then?” She shook her head, looking a little stunned before she broke off another piece and fed it to Piper this time around. So much for her having her own sandwich. 

“What do you mean?” He asked as he turned his attention towards her more intensely. He thought it was fairly obvious. 

“She’s fine, right?” She asked softly, “So why are you looking for her?” She shook her head, looking genuinely confused as he parted his lips, a little dumbfounded. 

“She’s married to my dad.” He reminded her, drawing the sentence out slowly. He knew that he remembered Nadine. She had been there after the wedding too. There was no way she had forgotten. 

“When she was seventeen,” She pointed out, “I mean, have you ever thought about that?” She questioned him again, raising her eyebrows as she put a fresh spin on it. He paused before he shook his head, sure that it wasn’t like that. 

“What are you saying?” He asked her in confusion, trying to make sense of everything at once. It was suddenly overwhelming. There was a tight grip on his chest, making him feel sick. 

“Just that she was young,” She replied slowly, “And she may not want to come back.” She told him gently, like she was the one breaking the news to him. He knew that Nadine didn’t want to come back, but that wasn’t her choice. She had made a promise. 

“Why would she not want to come back?” He felt a little bitter as he asked the question. Nadine had run away with no issue, after promising she wouldn’t leave him. She deserved to live here. She belonged here. 

“Does he ever look for your mom?” Daphne flipped the question on him completely, making him fall back against the couch in surprise as if he had been punched. He almost felt like he had been. 

“I-,” He paused as he heard his phone ringing, “I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, needing a quick breather as he walked towards where his phone was ringing in the kitchen. He paused, feeling a little nervous before he answered it. 

“Where are you?” Roy’s voice was rough and stern, irritated as he waited for Gator to answer. Gator chewed on his bottom lip. 

“Uh, yeah about that-,” Gator started slowly as he glanced over his shoulder at where Daphne was resting with the napping babies, “Today is my day off. I don’t think I can come in.” He replied under his breath, watching as Daphne gave the rest of her sandwich to the twins. 

“I got her.” Gator’s eyes flew open at Roy’s words. He parted his lips in shock, almost sure that he had heard his father wrong. There was no way. How had he done it so easily? He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked, trying to keep his voice low, “How?” He mumbled, suddenly not sure of what Daphne would think of this whole ordeal. He’d have to keep it a secret for right now, just to protect her. 

“At the hospital, she had an accident,” Roy replied, his voice stern and low, “Get here with backup. Now.”  He stared at his little family resting on the couch, watching as Daphne smiled and repeated something sweet to the both of them. Knox’s smile grew first as he bursted into giggles, following behind PIper who fell towards Daphne’s chest.

“Yeah, about that,” He paused softly, “I’ll try and make it up there soon, alright? I’ve got some-, dad?” He stopped, pulling his phone away in disbelief as he realized Roy had hung up on him. He shook his head, feeling worried. 

“Everything okay?” Daphne asked him once he returned, wrinkling her eyebrows as he joined her on the couch again. He nodded his head, knowing it would be too difficult to bring up his issues at the moment. It wasn’t important. They were.

“Yeah,” He replied gently, “Everything is fine.” 

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