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chickensarentcheap · 1 year

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This is from chapter 19 of I Found. That god awful, shitty mess that is the first fic LOL. But this is one of the character interactions (both canon characters at that!) and sections of dialogue I am actually proud of!

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He arrives at Mumbai Central Prison just shy of ten am. The weather is already unbearable; hot and sticky; sweat dampening the neck of his simple army green t-shirt, the thin fabric sticking to the small of his back. He checks in at the main office. Using the fake law enforcement credentials Nik had sent him to register as a visitor, turning in his gun and the knife that he keeps in his back pocket.

“Long way from home,” the desk clerk comments, as he holds up the identification next to Tyler's face, verifying that the man in the photo is the same as the one who now stands in front of him. “Australia? The land down under?”

“That's what it says,” Tyler shoves the ID into his wallet and slips the latter back into the side pocket of his tan cargo pants.

“What brings you here? All the way to Mumbai.”

“Business. I'm here to see Mahajan.”

The clerk's eyes widen; the drug lord doesn't get many visits, aside from his team of lawyers. The kid had stopped coming to visit a long time ago, and they haven't seen the man servant in at least a year. He'd been the last one to come and see the old man.

“Check the book,” Tyler nods at the thick ledger sitting on the desk. It's an old school system; pen and paper when the old and weathered computers decide they've had enough for the day. “I'm in there.”

He taps the toe of his boot against the crack and faded tiles, watching as the other man flips through the thick leather bound book, and locates the proper page; a long, thin finger trailing through every written word until he comes up with the one he wants.

“What do you want with him?” the clerk inquires. “A cop all the way from Australia?”

“Like I said, it's business. And I'm not a cop. That's not what I do.”

The man arches an eyebrow, cocks his head to the side. Unsure of what to make of the stranger across from him. Tall and broad shouldered; strong and intimidating. “What is it you do?”

A slow grin. “A lot of things.”

****

He's led to a waiting area. A long, narrow corridor with faded tiles and peeling wallpaper that reveals the original brick underneath. No air conditioning. The temperature unbearably hot. And he uses the front of his t-shirt to clear the sweat away from his face and his forehead. A young woman with a baby sits in a chair in the corner, watching him warily. He's big and scary, as far as she's concerned. A stranger in their country. And as he leans back against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest, he gives her a small smile in hopes of easing some of her discomfort.

Several minutes tick by before the opens once again. An armed guard ordering the woman to stay where she is before giving Tyler a nod and jerking his head towards the main body of the prison. No formalities or mindless chit chat are exchanged as he is led through the central office and back out into the blazing sun. Feeling the curious eyes and hearing the chatter as he follows the guard. Sunglasses on, hiding his eyes as they survey the surroundings and the throngs of prisoners out in the yard. Always on alert. A stranger like him showing up causes a lot of speculation. And with speculation came worry. Which quickly turns into fear. If they felt threatened or spooked, there was no telling what kind of situation could explode.

“Out,” the guard orders all the visitors and prisoners currently in the visitation area. “Hurry up and get out. Move.”

He waits as guests scurry past him and the other prisoners file out, then allows himself to be led down to the very end of the room. Nothing more than a simple metal chair and metal bars separating him from the other side. And he is still standing when Mahajan is led in; heavily armed guards on either side of him, their hands on his upper arms as they guide him, handcuffs securely fastened to his wrists. Tyler is surprised. Unimpressed. Not nearly the intimidating figure that he'd been lead to believe. The years have not been kind to the old man; streaks of gray in his hair and beard, numerous pounds of weight lost. Maybe when he was younger he cut an imposing figure. But now he was nothing more than a pathetic old man who'd spend the rest of his life locked up.

He sits only after Mahajan has done so and the guards depart; waiting and watching from the door. Several minutes pass before anyone speaks; the only sounds in the room the slow ticking of the clock and the low hum of a window air conditioner. Neither man looks away from the other, Tyler's hands clasped and resting on the ledge in front of him, Mahajan tapping his fingers against the bottom of the frame that holds the bars

“So you're the one,” Mahajan finally speaks. His tone is unimpressed. Tyler supposes he doesn't fit the old man's bill of what a mercenary should look like. He's probably younger than he expected. Not as beat up and harried as most.

“Yeah...” he nods. “...I guess I am.”

“That stupid sonofabitch was supposed to take care of you. You shouldn't even be sitting here right now. Had he done his job properly...”

“He died helping save your son. And I should have died.”

“But here you are. Sitting in front of me. Thinking you have some right to come here and demand my presence? Looking for some kind of thank you? Some kind of respect? So you can gloat about what you've done?”

“That's far from the reason I'm here. You don't have to like me or respect me. I'm far past giving a shit about what others think of me.”

“So it's money you want then? You feel you weren't fairly compensated for the work you done. The one I hired you to do. You work for me. You don't come here in and walk in as if you own the place. As if I owe you something.”

“I don't work for you. And I don't give a shit about your money, mate. I'm here about your son.”

His eyes widen, jaw clenching. “The trouble has gotten worse? Why are you here then? Talking to me? You should be there. At my home. Protecting my son. Not here talking to me and wasting my time.”

“I've got six armed guards always watching the place. Two that follow him to school. I've been handling things. Taking care of your kid. Because apparently you don't give a shit about him enough to keep your head on straight and stay out trouble. What kind of father does that shit? Chooses the life you had over taking care of their own flesh and blood.”

“How dare you talk to me like that!” Mahajan fumes. “How dare you come and here and question my love and loyalty to my son!”

“A year ago I had to put my ass on the line to save your son. You caused that. Because you couldn't get your shit together and just be a father. So yeah. I'm questioning your love and your loyalty to your son. The fact that you have none.”

“You have a family?”

“A wife,” he confirms “And a baby. A daughter.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn't do anything to care for them? Provide for them?”

“There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. I'd lay down my life for them. No questions asked. But I wouldn't do what you do. Get rich by hurting other people. Put drugs in the hands of kids. Sit back counting my money while people around me die.”

“Are we really that different, you and I? Hmm? Do you not kill people for money? Hurt them? Is that not how I found you in the first place?”

“We're nothing alike, mate. We never will be.”

“Killing comes with your job, does it not? When you were rescuing my son, did you not have to kill people?” Mahajan challenges.

“It's not the same thing,” Tyler insists.

“Killing is the same no matter how it is done. Or who does it. I bet you have taken far more lives than I have. You have the blood of hundreds of men on your hands. You say you kill them because they deserve it. Who are you to judge them? These people that are just trying to live by any means necessary.”

“By hurting innocent people,” Tyler argues. He keeps his tone low, unaffected. Refusing to let the man get to him. “That's the difference. I help the ones who need it and I hurt the ones who don't. They aren't innocent. They hurt people. People who are weaker than them. Who can't defend themselves. We aren't the same, mate. Not by a long shot.”

“We both have blood on our hands. You say that yours is justified. In the same way I do.”

“You put drugs into the hands of kids. You made people into addicts. You ripped families apart. I'm nothing like you.”

Mahajan smirks, leans back in his chair, eyes cold and calculated. “Did the men you kill not have families? Children? Hmm? Were there not innocent people connected to them? You sit here, thinking you're better than me. A white man who thinks he is somewhat superior because of the colour of skin. You walk in here with your God complex, judging me? Does your wife and your child know what you do?”

“My wife and my child have nothing to do with this.”

“You put them in harms way, do you not? You preach to me about my son and you do the same with your child. Do you think it would stop people? People that want to hurt you? You think it would stop them from hurting her because she is a baby? That won't matter to the people that hate you. The ones that want revenge.”

“Let's get one thing straight...” Tyler leans forward in his chair, trying to ignore how his blood runs cold at the man's words. A chill that starts at the roots of his hair and travels his entire body. “...my daughter is innocent. In the same way your son is. We are not the same. I help people. Like your son. And I bring them back to their families. Without guys like me, your son would be dead. Without guys like you, a lot of innocent people would still be alive. We are not same.”

The older man finally relents. Holding his hands up in surrender. “You say you're here for my son yet there's been no trouble. So why are you here? Hmm? Wasting my time?”

“I'm here because your son deserves a better life. One where he's not looking over his shoulder all the time. Where he's not constantly paying for his father's mistakes. He shouldn't have to live like this. Alone.”

'He has everything he could possibly want. A beautiful house to live in, food on the table, an expensive school.”

“He doesn't have a family. And that's what he wants the most. He wants a family. People who love him. Who will take care of him. Who want more for his future than this bullshit existence he has now. He has no one. All those things surrounding him, yet he's very much alone. Even you must be able to see that.”

Mahajan nods slowly, considering his words.

“My wife and I want to take him. When we leave here. We want to...”

“Take my son away from me?” he laughs. “You come here with a request like that? My only son? My blood? Hand him to you? A stranger?”

“A stranger that already laid down his life once for him. Who'd do it again. In a heartbeat.”

“For money,” he reminds Tyler. “You did it for money.”

“That's how it started out, yeah. But it became much more when you decided to fuck me. There was never any money. Not enough to afford me, anyway. That's why you had Saju try to kill me and steal him back. How'd that work out for you?”

Mahajan inhales sharply.

“I could have easily left your kid in the street. When I knew there was no money. I could have handed him right over to Asif. I had the chance. My part of ten million dollars if I just handed him over. But I didn't. I kept your son alive. And for what? This shitty fucking existence? Always looking over his shoulder, waiting for the next threat? Even you must be able to see it. That he has nothing. He doesn't even have a father.”

“I'm his father!” the other man roars, and leaps to his feet.

Tyler waves the guards off when he sees them attempt to make a move towards them. “You're not his father, mate. You're just the guy who helped make him. There's a lot more to being a father like that. Swallow your fucking pride and think about your son for once. Think about the kind of life he has compared to the one he deserves.”

“You think I can't hurt you from here? That I can't take away everything and everyone you love? That you...”

“I think you need to sit down and shut up. Don't threaten me. Or my family. Because you're not the only one who knows how to get shit done.”

The older man blinks. His chest heaving with fury.

“Sit down,” Tyler repeats. “Or you'll see just how far I'm willing to go to protect my family.”

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Can you write Manmeet meet and fall with college student from America who is studying abroad?

Man Meets Woman

Pairing: Manmeet/Reader

Summary: Manmeet meets you, a college student from America, who has come to India to study abroad.

While dragging a large suitcase behind you and with a heavy rucksack weighing you down, you carefully manoeuvred your way through the crowded airport. Even through the thin and loose material of your clothing you could feel your self beginning to overheat from the climate you weren’t yet used to and the body heat of those around you.

Your eyes searched around through the shades of your sunglasses in search of the familiar face of your best friend, Ana, who you had met in elementary school. She and her family were originally from here in India but they lived in America for a few years when her father had to move there for work, halfway through middle school her family moved back to India but you had never lost touch with one another. It was when you were in high school that you decided that you would study your degree in India so you could reunite with your best friend, your parents had supported your decision and finally here you were, making your dream a reality.

A call of your name caught your attention and you whipped your head around to find Ana jumping up and down with a huge smile on her face, waving her arms above her head to make sure she stood out clearly for you to see.

A smile immediately broke out on your face and you let out a sigh of relief as you awkwardly tried to push your way past the other travellers, while trailing your oversized suitcase behind you.

You were too busy trying to keep your eyes on Ana that when you were turning your suitcase around you hadn’t realised it had caught on someone’s foot until you heard them let out a shout of pain and you immediately stopped to apologise to them.

When you turned your head you saw the person was an attractive young man, almost involuntarily your hand moved to perch your sunglasses on the top of your head to get a better look at him.

His hair was neatly styled so it was pushed back and he wore a dark blue striped shirt which was tucked into his light blue jeans held up by a brown leather belt.

The both of you stayed like that for a moment, just taking in each other’s appearances, you had noticed that the man’s mouth was moving as if he was attempting to form a word but nothing was coming out as his deep brown eyes danced over your features, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your already heated cheeks.

“I’m- It’s okay,” the man finally breathed out in response to your apology, you decided his accent made him even more attractive, he offered you a sweet smile and you internally scolded yourself for crushing on someone already, barely having just stepped foot on the continent less than 30 minutes ago, you subtly shook your head after you returned a polite smile. You reluctantly tore your eyes away from him to check Ana was still where you last saw her, only to find her staring back at you with a knowing smirk, you were sure the drive back to her apartment would be filled with a whole lot of teasing over your interaction with the handsome stranger at the airport.

•

“Todd, I am in love.” Manmeet sighed happily as his eyes stared towards nothing in particular, holding a longing gaze as the memory of you flashed back in his mind.

“Again?�� Todd distractedly responded, through the pen which he held between his teeth as he looked through some paperwork with furrowed brows.

“No,” Manmeet’s dreamy smile quickly dropped as his head turned in Todd’s direction. “I’m actually in love this time.”

“Isn’t that what you said the last time?” Todd took a moment to look away from his paper work to give Manmeet an unconvinced glance with squinted eyes, having removed the pen from his mouth.

Manmeet’s eyes awkwardly shifted as he thought about Todd’s words, but this time really was different, he was sure of it, he had barely spoke two words to you and he already felt so drawn towards you, it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

“I hope you marketed some add-ons to her while you were falling in love.” Todd added with a slight shake of his head, still not convinced of Manmeet’s feelings.

“She wasn’t a customer,” he corrected Todd, as he pulled his eyebrows together in slight offence at the fact that Todd believes the only people he can fall in love with are the customers, “I met her here, in Mumbai, at the airport.”

“What were you doing at the airport?” Todd’s curiosity spiked, giving Manmeet a puzzled look as he dropped the paperwork onto the desk which his friend was perched on so he could focus better on the conversation.

“Meeting the love of my life.” Manmeet’s gaze drifted off again as he spoke through a soft smile and Todd sighed returning his attention to the paperwork, “I was saying goodbye to my sister, she’s going to study abroad.” Manmeet truthfully answered after he was pulled out of his reverie.

“Hold on,” Todd shook his head, trying to figure out what happened, “did you even speak to this girl?”

Manmeet’s eyes filled with a loving stare again as he relived your encounter while reciting what happened to his boss with a dreamy narration. When he focused his attention back onto Todd, expecting him to finally understand why this time was different, he was disappointed to find him staring back at him with an unreadable expression, he nervously raised an eyebrow to prompt Todd’s response.

“You barely spoke two words to her and don’t even know her name and you’ve decided you’re in love? Okay Prince Charming.” Todd shook his head with a disbelieving laugh.

Manmeet’s eyes fell to focus on the floor, dejected at his friends lack of understanding, but if anything it only made him more determined to prove to him that he was confident in his feelings, all he had to do was find you again.

But he soon perked up when he realised what Todd had just called him.

“You think I’m charming?” He smiled, believing it was a compliment.

Todd sighed with a shake of his head, picking up his paperwork and coffee mug before returning back to his desk at the front of the office.

•

You had been living in Mumbai with Ana for a week now and you were loving it, college wouldn’t start for another week yet and you were taking your time to settle in and get familiar with the city you would call home for the next few years.

You were walking through the market, your arm linked with Ana’s as you leisurely scrolled past the different stalls, browsing at what they all had to offer. You couldn’t help but giggle as you passed one stall, which sold fresh coconuts, you watched in amusement as a poor man with his phone gripped between his elbow and ear taking a phone called, got his arms filled with a large pile of coconuts he could barely managed to keep balanced.

The man had noticed your staring and had gave you a sarcastic smile and nod as if to say ‘yeah glad you find my struggles amusing’ when a familiar man ran up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, causing him to startle and drop the majority of the coconuts except the one he held in his hand.

You would have snorted into a fit of giggles had your attention not been stolen by the man who was now looking sheepishly between the man on the phone and the broken pile of coconuts on the floor.

“Isn’t that the guy from the airport?” Ana wondered aloud and you simply nodded, with your eyes still trained on him, endeared by the way he innocently smiled to the other man and held his hands up with his palms facing forward, his lips were moving as he was clearly trying to talk his way out of paying for the damaged goods when his eyes caught yours and his face immediately fell still. His jaw hung slightly slack as he gently waved one of the hands he held up in defence at you.

You found yourself raising your free hand to return the gesture when you felt Ana give you a shove, which caused you to lose your balance and stumble forward some, you looked back at her with a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ expression. She simply gave you an encouraging nod towards the man who was now whispering in the coconut man’s ear with a triumphant smile as he nodded towards you.

You slowly approached the pair, with a fluttering stomach, you apprehensively glanced back at your best friend who was curiously looking right back at you as she pretended to look through a rail of sari’s, which she clearly had no interest in.

“Hello again.” You clutched your hands together in front of you and bounced once on the balls of your feet, while the young man smiled at you almost as if he was in a trance, you hadn’t noticed coconut man was still stood beside you both, his head moving to look at each of you as if he was watching a tennis match, eventually after his friend failed to return your greeting he gently shoved his arm to prompt him to say something.

“H- Hello,” he stuttered through a wide smile and you couldn’t help giggle at how awkwardly sweet he seemed, “I’m Manmeet,” he introduced himself before he turned his head to his friend, “that’s Todd.”

“Hi.” Todd spoke and you realised he was American too, you quickly acknowledged his hello before you returned your attention to Manmeet.

“I’m (y/n),” you nodded over your shoulder in the general direction of your friend who no doubt was still making no effort to be subtle as she observed your interaction, “that’s my friend Ana.”

Manmeet cheekily waved at your friend and you turned your head just in time to catch her gasp and duck to hide behind the rail of sari’s as if she was trying not to be caught staring.

“She’s shy,” you covered for her peculiar behaviour, after that an awkward silence fell upon the three of you, while you nervously played with your hands in front of you, Manmeet’s eyes wandered around as if he was conjuring up something to say before he grabbed Todd by his tie to turn them both around so their backs faced you.

You glanced around to Ana, unsure of what was going on but she just offered you a shrug.

“You’ve got to help me out, man.” Manmeet whispered to Todd.

“First of all, don’t turn your back on her in the middle of a conversation, it might come across as rude.” Todd offered as he straightened his tie.

“I got it!” Manmeet shouted, as he span on his heel back around to you he theatrically brushed his hands together with a forced face of disgust, “nasty mosquito was on Todd’s tie.” He explained.

“My birthday is tomorrow night, I’m throwing a party at my place, why don’t you come along as Manmeet’s plus one?” Todd interjected, causing both you and Manmeet to smile in relief, saving you both from the trouble of finding the courage to invite the other out on a date.

“I’d love to!” You answered Todd, though your eyes didn’t leave Manmeet’s as you watched them light up at your response.

“Here...” Manmeet quickly pulled out his phone, “take my number and I will text you the details.” he opened up his contacts onto his number and handed you his phone for you to copy it into your own, as you were distracted by that task he gave Todd a prideful smile.

Manmeet’s phone pinged as you sent him a simple text saying hi before you handed it back to him, your fingers lightly brushing each other’s as you transferred the device.

Manmeet saved your number to his phone with a heart emoji beside your name, just as you had with his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You confirmed as you began to slink away back over to Ana. You probably should’ve been looking where you were going, especially in such a crowded market but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Suddenly Manmeet let out a gasp and sprinted toward you to grab for your wrist and pull you back towards him as you stumbled into his chest you felt the breeze of a moped whip past you and you realised Manmeet just saved you from being hit by it, causing you to blush in embarrassment at having a blunder right in front of him.

Taking advantage of your close proximity you decided to plant a quick kiss on his cheek as a token of appreciation for the fact he just saved you from being hit by a small motorcycle before you returned to Ana, this time being more vigilant of your surroundings.

Manmeet stood frozen, his mouth set in the shape of an ‘o’ as he watched you skip away, he slowly brought the tip of his fingers up to his cheek to trace over where your lips had touched.

“I saved her...” He spoke when he saw Todd stop beside him in the corner of his eye, still watching you as you made your way further through the market with you friend, once you were out of sight he turned to Todd, beaming up at him with a cheesy grin. “Just like Prince Charming.”

Todd rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile on his face, happy for his friend. As he turned to make his way back to the office, the coconut stall keeper stepped in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, still waiting for his payment with a hard expression. Todd glances behind himself, looking for Manmeet, but he had vanished, leaving him to pay for the coconuts he damaged.

•

Before you stepped foot into the party, you used the reflection of the window to check your appearance, rearranging strands of your hair and straightening out your dress, a white floral print which hung off your shoulders and flowed out to stop just above your knee.

Once you were sure everything was in order you entered the building to find the party was being held in the shared communal unal area, it was already pretty busy, with people dancing and talking amongst themselves, the bustling sound of incoherent chatter could be heard over the loud Indian music. You nervous played with the strap of your bag as your eyes searched around for Manmeet.

First you noticed Todd so you made your way over to his direction to see if he could tell you where your date was, only before you managed to reach him someone tipped toed up behind you and tapped you on your right shoulder, when you turned around no one was there and you were about to do a full 360° turn when from your left you heard Manmeet say your name and you couldn’t control the way you jumped in surprise, your palm came to rest on your chest to calm your racing heart as you gave him a faux unamused glare as he burst into a fit of giggles.

“You look breathtaking.” he gushed once he had calmed his laughter and you smiled at the compliment as you took in his appearance, he was wearing a pair of polished black shoes, with some dark jeans paired with a crisp sky blue shirt which was neatly tucked into his jeans, the last few buttons left unfastened to reveal just the top of his chest which you noticed had some fine hair growing there, as if he had just removed it and was now letting it grow back.

“You look very handsome yourself.” You returned the compliment to which he smiled with a bite of his lip and your heart practically skipped a beat at how adorable he was.

“Would you like a drink?” He politely offered to which you enthusiastically nodded, you could use one to take the edge off, calm your nerves and get you into a more relaxed state.

Manmeet reached out his hand, which you gladly took in your own and you allowed him to guide you through the bodies of the other party goers to a table in the far corner of the room which was littered with such a variety of alcoholic beverages you could hardly see the table cloth, in the very middle there was a punch bowl containing a red liquid containing chopped up pieces of fruit, reaching for an empty plastic cup you used the ladle to pour yourself a glass of the fruity punch and Manmeet followed your direction as you took a few gulps of yours, you weren’t expecting it to be as strong as it was and you had to slap your tongue against the roof of your mouth a couple times to school your expression.

After a few cups of the punch you were feeling more relaxed and you and Manmeet had found a quiet corner where you could both talk without any interruptions, you were sat facing each other on a windowsill, you both absentmindedly swayed your feet together so they occasionally brushed while you looked out the window at the night sky.

“So what brought you to India, are you on vacation?” Manmeet questioned you as he took another sip from his cup, if you had to guess you would say that he looked almost nervous for your answer, as if he was ready to hear you tell him you were leaving in a few days.

“I’m here for college, I decided ever since high school I wanted to study here.” You told him. “What about you, what do you do?”

Manmeet took another gulp of his punch before answering you, in all honesty he was relieved to hear that you would be staying here long term but then you asked him what he does and he began to feel inferior considering he never studied at college and he works in a call centre selling American novelties, he felt as though he had to impress you and that is why, after almost downing his whole cup, he answered, “I’m the manager of a call centre.” It was just a little white lie and after all Rajiv was on his honeymoon so technically the position for manager was open for two weeks, maybe tomorrow he could ask Todd if he would let him step into Rajiv’s role while he was gone.

“What’s your call centre for?” You asked out of curiosity.

“We sell American... American goods.” He nodded to you before he gasped when the song changed and pushed himself off the windowsill, he put down his empty cup in the place where he once was sat and reached out his hand to you, “dance with me?” He suggested and you couldn’t say no his big brown eyes so you placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet, once again you stumbled into him like you did at the market, a combination of standing up too quickly and the alcohol mixed together made you a bit unsteady and your noses brushed as you placed your palms on his chest to balance yourself and he caught you around your waist.

Even after you had regained your balance neither of you made an effort to remove yourselves from each other’s personal space, your faces so close the tips of your noses still brushed as you looked into each other’s eyes.

Boldly you decided to lean forward, your jaw just slack enough so your mouth fell slightly open and you brushed your lips with his, not quite kissing but you liked how soft his lips felt and you wanted to allow yourself to completely dive into them but you didn’t have to wait as Manmeet quickly got the messaged as he further secured his arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer and he caught your lips with his own and you were right, his lips did feel amazing against your own, you couldn’t help but let your tongue chase after the sweet strawberry taste left on them from the punch.

You felt his hand tangle it’s way into your hair as your own hands stroked up from his chest to wrap around the back of his neck and you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss even more.

“We missed your song.” You frowned breathing heavily when the two of you finally pulled away, even though you weren’t the slightest bit sorry.

“That was much better than a dance.” Manmeet assured you and you both smiled before falling into another kiss.

“We should have lunch together tomorrow!” You suggested to Manmeet, you still both had your arms around each other and that was pretty much how you had stayed for the rest of the night after your kiss, now you were both stood outside Todd’s place waiting for a taxi to share home.

“I could stop by your office!” You beamed at the idea.

When he hesitated to respond you looked down to your feet, feeling deflated.

“Unless you don’t want me to.” You quietly offered him the opportunity to decline.

“No,” he quickly shock his head, “I want you to, I can’t wait to have lunch with you tomorrow.” Manmeet smiled even though inside he was panicking, he had to somehow not expose himself as a liar when you showed up to his office tomorrow.

•

“Good morning, Rajiv.” Todd distractedly greeted Manmeet, who was sat at Rajiv’s desk, as he made his way into the office with his head down, carrying a coffee flask, before he paused, remembering Rajiv was on his honeymoon and looked up to see who was sat at his desk.

“Manmeet?” He did a double take, “why are you sat at Rajiv’s desk?” Then he realised he was dressed in a grey suit, with a white shirt and black tie, he had never seen Manmeet show up to work looking so professional before, “And why are you dressed so smart?”

“Todd, could I speak with you for a moment?” Manmeet politely smiled as he stood from the desk and straightened his tie as he walked towards the break room, expecting Todd to follow him.

“What’s up?” The American asked as soon as they were stood by the coffee machine.

Manmeet’s eyes glanced around, making sure no one was in earshot before he leaned over to Todd and spoke in a hushed tone.

“I told y/n I was the manager of the call centre and she is coming here today to meet me for lunch.”

“Manmeet,” Todd started with a sigh, “I can’t just let you pretend to be manager, I need you on the phones you’re one of my best sellers.” Manmeet’s face lit up at the compliment.

“I’ll still work on the phones, just let me do it from Rajiv’s desk?” He pouted at his boss, giving him his best puppy eyes, which were actually really affective considering how big and round they were.

Todd gave into them and nodded, while pinching his eyebrows with his forefinger and thumb, in all honesty he was still suffering from a bit of a hangover.

“Thanks, man!” Manmeet clapped his hand against Todd’s bicep, with a big smile, as he began to move around him to make his way back to Rajiv’s desk, while Todd shook his head, deciding that once the rest of his hangover had worn off he would need to speak to Manmeet about coming clean to y/n before his lie got out of hand.

•

Todd was slouched on his chair, which was turned to face Manmeet, who was currently taking a call, he was doing an amazing job at marketing the add-ons, managing to sell something extra to almost every caller, with the use of his charm and charisma, but Todd’s staring was really starting to put him off and as he took the customers card details he kept taking fleeting glances towards his boss, who took no shame in being caught observing him. Once Manmeet ended the call he pulled his headset from his ears and rested it on his neck as he swivelled his chair to face Todd.

“What?”

“Why did you lie to y/n about being manager?” Todd leaned forward, resting his elbows on top of his knees, he made sure his sincerity was clear, that he wasn’t judging him, he was just concerned as to why he felt he couldn’t tell the truth.

Manmeet shrunk in on himself and shrugged, swivelling his chair back around to pay attention to his computer screen, which was just open on the desktop page at the moment.

“Manmeet.” Todd pressed him.

“She told me she was here for college and I panicked because I never went to college and I sell crappy American novelties for a living.” He shamefully hung his head.

“Hey don’t insult our products,” Todd warned and Manmeet glanced over to the executive manager in regret, looking genuinely apologetic for speaking ill of the companies goods. “But seriously if she really likes you none of that should matter.”

Manmeet scoffed as if he wasn’t convinced, so Todd tried it from a different angle.

“If it were the other way around would you judge her for her job?”

“Of course not!” Manmeet answered as if that should be obvious.

“And you can’t lie to her forever, Rajiv will be back in less than two weeks now.”

Manmeet had to admit that Todd was right, he couldn’t keep lying to y/n it wasn’t right and if she really liked him it shouldn’t matter, she wasn’t picking him out from a set of applications looking for the one with the best career and education, she liked him for who he was as a person, at least he hoped.

“I’ll tell her when we go for lunch.” Manmeet decided.

“Tell me what?”

He startled, flailing in his chair when he heard your voice from behind him, you didn’t sound accusing just curious, Manmeet offered you an innocent smile when he saw you and you returned it.

“How did you get in here?” He avoided your question, as he leaned his elbows on his desk.

“Gupta let me in.” You smiled towards the kind man who was now sat back at his desk and gave you and Manmeet a wiggly finger wave when he saw you were both looking in his direction. While you weren’t looking, Manmeet squinted his eyes at Gupta for almost exposing him before he got the chance to explain the truth to you himself.

“So what is it you wanted to tell me?” You questioned again when your turned back to Manmeet and from the way he looked almost... guilty? You began to feel nervous, but you tried to not let it show, keeping a neutral expression.

Manmeet left his desk to move over to you, greeting you with a kiss to your cheek he slid his hand into yours, the entire time the way his eyebrows were knitted together and never relaxed and you took a deep breath to settle to doubts.

“I’ll tell you over lunch.” He offered and you nodded with a soft smile as you walked hand in hand out the office.

•

Once you were both sat at a table at one of the market stalls that sold meals you could barely contain your nerves anymore and after a deep breath you just decided the best thing to do would be to just rip it off like a bandaid.

“Look I understand,” you started and you missed the way Manmeet’s eyes widened anxiously, wondering what you were starting to say, “if you’re going to tell me you don’t want a relationship, but can we skip over all the pleasantries and just get straight to it because I think I’d find that approach easier.” You nervously babbled and Manmeet’s eyes only grew wider as you made it through your speech.

“No, no, no,” he quickly shook his head, reaching out for your hand across the table to get you to finally lift your head and look up at him, “that’s not what I have to tell you,” he quickly settled your worries and your shoulders sagged in relief as you flushed slightly and took one of your hands out of his and used it to cover your face, feeling silly for your outburst.

“I- I lied to you about my job.” Manmeet quickly confessed.

“Huh?” You lowered your hand, to show him your confusion, “I don’t understand? I just saw you at work.”

“I made Todd let me sit at the managers desk because he is on his honeymoon, I put on this suit and I never wear a suit to work, I just work the phones and sell American novelties.” He kept his eyes trained on your interlocked hands, “I’m sorry I lied, I just didn’t want to disappoint you.” He added quietly and your chest tightened in response to how insecure he looked, almost as if he was expecting you to get up and leave.

You reached over the small table to rest your palm on his cheek to encourage him to lift his head and look at you, he did so reluctantly, you couldn’t bare to look at the frown on his face so you leaned over the table and slid your hand around to the back of his neck to gently pull him forward so you met in the middle and you could kiss his frown away, hoping this reassured him enough that you weren’t disappointed, that his job didn’t matter because you liked him for him, though you did plan to also tell him all that verbally as soon as you pulled away from the kiss.

Once you pulled away you were pleased to see that his face had settled into a one of bliss, his eyes were still closed and his full lips formed an ‘o’, when he fluttered his eyelashes open his mouth began to form a cheeky grin.

“I should lie to you more often if it gets me kisses like that.” He joked, in a dreamy voice.

“Hey,” you pointed at him, giving him a stern look. “That’s not how it works!”

“If you say so.” He smirked, feigning a smug demeanour, which broke as soon as you lightly swatted his arm when neither of you could contain your giggles.

“So... American novelties?” You teased and Manmeet dropped his face into his palm with an exaggerated groan.

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I Found - Chapter 20

Warnings: strong language. That’s about it.

@valkyrie-of-the-light I put in some soft and fluffy Tyler just for you ;)

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“That's what it says,” Tyler shoves the ID into his wallet and slips the latter back into the side pocket of his tan cargo pants.

“What brings you here? All the way to Mumbai.”

“Business. I'm here to see Mahajan.”

He taps the toe of his boot against the crack and faded tiles, watching as the other man flips through the thick leather bound book, and locates the proper page; a long, thin fingers trailing through every written word until he comes up with the one he wants.

“What do you want with him?” the clerk inquires. “A cop all the way from Australia?”

“Like I said, it's business. And I'm not a cop. That's not what I do.”

The man arches an eyebrow, cocks his head to the side. Unsure of what to make of the stranger across from him. Tall and broad shouldered; strong and intimidating. “What is it you do?”

A slow grin. “A lot of things.”

****

“Out,” the guard orders all the visitors and prisoners currently in the visitation area. “Hurry up and get out. Move.”

He sits only after Mahajan has done so and the guards depart; waiting and watching from the door. Several minutes pass before anyone speaks; he only sounds in the room the ticking of the clock and the low hum of a window air conditioner. Neither man looks away from the other, Tyler's hands clasped and resting on the ledge in front of him, Mahajan tapping his fingers against the bottom of the frame that holds the bars

“Yeah...” he nods. “...I guess I am.”

“That stupid sonofabitch was supposed to take care of you. You shouldn't even be sitting here right now. Had he done his job properly...”

“He died helping save your son. And I should have died.”

“That's far from the reason I'm here. You don't have to like me or respect me. I'm far past giving a shit about what others think of me.”

“I don't work for you. And I don't give a shit about your money, mate. I'm here about your son.”

“How dare you talk to me like that!” Mahajan fumes. “How dare you come and here and question my love and loyalty to my son!”

“You have a family?”

“A wife.,” he confirms “And a baby. A daughter.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn't do anything to care for them? Provide for them?”

“Are we really that different, you and I? Hmm? Do you not kill people for money? Hurt them? Is that not how I found you in the first place?”

“We're nothing alike, mate. We never will be.”

“Killing comes with your job, does it not? When you were rescuing my son, did you not have to kill people?” Mahajan challenges.

“It's not the same thing,” Tyler insists.

“We both have blood on our hands. You say that yours is justified. In the same way I do.”

“You put drugs into the hands of kids. You made people into addicts. You ripped families apart. I'm nothing like you.”

“My wife and my child have nothing to do with this.”

The older man finally relents. Holding his hands up in surrender. “You say you're here for my son yet there's been no trouble. So why are you here? Hmm? Wasting my time?”

'He has everything he could possibly want. A beautiful house to live in, food on the table, an expensive school.”

Mahajan nods slowly, considering his words.

“My wife and I want to take him. When we leave here. We want to...”

“Take my son away from me?” he laughs. “You come here with a request like that? My only son? My blood? Hand him to you? A stranger?”

“A stranger that already laid down his life once for him. Who'd do it again. In a heartbeat.”

“For money,” he reminds Tyler. “You did it for money.”

Mahajan inhales sharply.

“I'm his father!” the other man roars, and leaps to his feet.

“You think I can't hurt you from here? That I can't take away everything and everyone you love? That you...”

“I think you need to sit down and shut up. Don't threaten me. Or my family. Because you're not the only one who knows how to get shit done.”

The older man blinks. His chest heaving with fury.

“Sit down,” Tyler repeats. “Or you'll see just how far I'm willing to go to protect my family.”

Mahajan sighs heavily, then reluctantly sinks back into his seat.

“We want to take Ovi with us,” Tyler continues. “When we leave here. We want to give him a proper life. The kind of life that he deserves and he wants. You must have at least one shred of humanity left. Especially when it comes to your own son.”

“I would do anything for him. In the same way you'd do anything for your child.”

“Then do this for him. Let us take him. Let us give him a life. One where he isn't constantly looking over his shoulder in fear. He deserves that much, doesn't he? We're fathers. You and I. And don't we want the same thing? Don't we want to give our kids the world?”

The drug lord's face finally softens. “Of course. I wouldn't be a father if I didn't want that.”

“Then do the right thing,” Tyler implores. “Give us guardianship. Give us the chance to take care of the kid. To love him.”

“And you promise to take care of him? That you would lay down your life for him if need be?”

“I've already done it once. And I'd do it again, no questions asked.”

Mahajan gives a firm nod, then waves to the guards signalling that their visit is over. “I'll talk to my lawyer.”

***

TOMORROW. 1PM. ON THE BRIDGE.

It is a simple text that packs a powerful punch.

She's been waiting for this since the moment Jason left for Dhaka. She was tense. Impatient. Tired of the way Nik seemed to be dragging her heels despite the deal they had made. Leary that perhaps her friend had never had any intention of actually helping her. Just leading her on and feeding her hope, only to never follow through. Jason had been anxious to help. He wanted something more than security detail. A chance to prove that he was far more capable of bigger and better things. The time had seemed to drag since he left; she was constantly checking her cell phone for mixed texts or emails. But in the end, he had gotten exactly what she wanted.

She hastily makes arrangements. Plotting a way out of the house in the wee hours of the morning. Sneaking the keys to the rented SUV and making her way to the airport. If all went well, she'd be in the air and on her way to Dhaka before anyone even realized she was gone. Securing the help of an old contact that could get her a last minute seat on a small charter flying out of Mumbai. It was the moment that she'd been waiting for. Longing for. When she would come face to face with the person that had nearly taken everything away from her.

In lieu of text she sends an email in return. Texts were too easily soon and she still had an email address under an account she she hasn't used in years. Detailing her plans. That she'll be in Dhaka well before noon and will meet him on the bridge. With the kid.

She watches as Tyler steps into the court. That familiar lick of desire that fills her body; the heat and the pressure that builds between her legs. It's always been that way; the powerful sexual connection between them, the lust and want and desperate need that consumes her. It was the first time in her life that a man had had that kind of effect on her. Where her breath hitched and her raced. Where a simple touch could send her body into a frenzy. Not even her ex husband had made her feel that way. As handsome and charming that he'd been at the start. It had taken time for those feelings to develop. Weeks. Even months. With Tyler it had been near instantaneous. The moment those blue eyes had watched her walk into his little shack in the outback. Those five days in that Dhaka hotel room had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Completely succumbing to a man that took his time exploring every inch of her body; unselfishly concentrating solely on her and pleasuring her in ways and to heights she never thought possible.

Walking sex. She had called him that once. And he'd just laughed, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks and the tips of his ears. But it was true. That is exactly what he is. Broad shouldered and muscular and just so goddamn attractive. Even in a simple t-shirt and cargo pants.

“How'd it go?” she asks, as she sits on the edge of the pool with her feet submersed, holding Amelia securely around the waist, occasionally dipping those tiny toes into the water. Laughing every time the baby's bright blue eyes widen when her feet make contact with the cold liquid. There's real smiles now. Wide, beaming ones that crinkle the corners of her eyes. Her father's smile. His clone, from head to toe.

“Alright, I guess,” he pulls at the laces of his boots and toes them off, then removes his socks and rolls his pants up past the shins. “Here...” he hands her a small brown paper bag from a pharmacy he'd stopped at in Mumbai. “...for later...”

Tyler sits down alongside of her, placing his own feet in the water. Then leans over and presses a kiss to her ear. “Hi, by the way.”

“Hi,” she smiles and kisses him. Short and sweet. “Look who it is, Millie,” she speaks to the baby in the soft, melodic tone that she seems to enjoy the most. “Who is that guy, huh? Who is that handsome man? Is that your daddy?” She notices the way her husband's entire face lights up; the smile spreading from ear to ear, his features softening. A big man with an even bigger heart. “Look at the way she looks at you. The way she smiles at you. I do all the hard work and heavy lifting and all that matters is you.”

“She's a daddy's girl. Nothing wrong with that.”

She could see him years down the road. Those hands that can -and have- inflicted so much pain and suffering on those who deserved it, braiding hair or putting it in pig tails. Maybe even indulging in playing with dolls and being a guest at tea parties. There was something both adorable and amusing at that thought; a man like Tyler Rake allowing a little girl to subject him to such things. This was a side of him that so few got to see. That she was blessed to witness.

“Here,” he holds his hands out towards her. “Give her to me. I'm all that matters now. You're just the one who feeds her from here on out.”

“Traitor,” Esme gives her daughter a dramatic pout and places her in those large, capable hands. Watches the way he leans down to press a kiss to their daughter's cheek, that smile never leaving his face as he fixes the tiny sunhat and then lowers Amelia towards the pool, letting those tiny feet disappear beneath the surface. “She's definitely yours. She loves being outside.”

“She would have loved living in the shack,” he muses. “Out there with nothing else around.”

“With a dog and a chicken for siblings,” Esme adds with a grin.

“Yeah...” he nods. “...she would have loved bathroom chicken.”

His friend Koen lives there now. Spending the time on the repairs that needed to be, even adding on an extra room. Taking care of the chicken and the dog. He'd stepped up when Tyler had been incapacitated. . Moving in without hesitation and making sure everything was being taken care of. He would visit the hospital every so often; sitting on the edge of the bed and teasing the shit out of him for being so 'bent out of shape over a flesh wound' and talking about old times. Like their booze filled camping trips and hikes day he'd scared the shit out of their buddy Raka with a nonchalant plunge off a thirty meter cliff. Koen never asked for anything in return. Just thankful for a place to live and the feeling of doing something good and right.

“I would have made you keep bathroom chicken out of her room,” Esme says. “That's the last place we would need all kind of chicken shit. And I wonder if he ate her yet. Koen. If bathroom chicken has met her demise.”

“Bite your bloody tongue. That's my child you're talking about.”

She rolls her eyes. “Sometimes I think you love bathroom chicken more than me.”

“I definitely love you more. You don't shit everywhere.”

“Well that's a hell of a standard to live up to,” she laughs, and pinches his side playfully. Opening the paper bag he'd given her, she can't help but grin. “Two tests? Are you taking one too? That's not how this works, baby.”

“Just in case the first one gets fucked up.”

“All I have to do is pee on it. It's honestly not that hard.”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” he reasons. “I'm kind of excited.”

“About me peeing on a stick? You have weird things you enjoy as foreplay.”

“I didn't get to be there with the first one. I didn't even know that you thought you were pregnant the first time around.”

“Well in all fairness, you had a lot on your mind. You were going through a lot. I didn't want to add something else to the plate that you had to worry about.”

He understood it. Her reason for keeping it a secret for as long as she'd had. But part of him wishes he could have known. That he could have actually been there when she took the test.

“Well this time I get to be there,” he says. “Sounds stupid, I know. Being excited over something like that.”

“I think it sounds beautiful,” she admits, and presses a kiss to his cheek. Beard rough against her lips. And she curls an arm around his waist and uses her free hand to rub his stomach. “Tyler Rake, you big softie.”

“Easy now. Don't say that too loud. I have a reputation to uphold.”

She rests her head against his arm, feet swinging back and forth in the water. Watching as he dotes over their tiny daughter; speaking to her in unbelievably soft and sweet tones, those huge hands so tender and careful, the smile never leaving his face. “So it went okay? With Ovi's dad?”

“He was a hard nut to crack.”

“But you did? Crack him?”

He grins. “Are you seriously questioning my nut cracking skills, right now?”

“You're more of a ass kicker than a nut cracker But go off.”

“He was pretty pissed. That I had the balls to even show up to see him. I definitely was not what he expected. I don't think I fit the picture he had in his mind of the guy who rescued his kid.”

“Well, in all fairness, you are devastatingly handsome,” she muses. “So I can't fault him there.”

“He gave me a hard time. Kept insisting that we're the same. That we do the same things. Hurt people. Kill them.”

She frowns. “You know that's not true right?”

“Well it is what I do, right? I do hurt people. I do kill them. My hands aren't exactly clean.”

“What you do and what he does is entirely different. You do what you do to help people. To keep them safe. He does what he does because an evil asshole. You are nothing alike. Far from it. Don't let him get into your head. His son is alive because of you. You almost died because he's a major fuck up of a father. You are not like him at all, Tyler. Did you tell him? About us wanting to take Ovi?”

“He didn't want to hear anything about it at first. But you were right. There was an ounce of humanity left. He says he's going to talk to his lawyer. Who knows what will happen after that. But at least it's a step in the right direction, yeah?”

She nods in agreement, then falls silent. Her legs swinging back and forth, eyes riveted on the ripples in the water. She wants to tell him. About going to Dhaka. Knowing that if he'd just listen to her reasoning and consider what she needed to do to finally heal and move on, he'd agree it was a good idea. Not a great one. But acceptable. Maybe he'd even offer to come along. Just to keep an eye on her. That city was dangerous. Unpredictable. Which had been all too clear during their first foray into city limits.

But she stays silent. The situation is under control. Jason will be there, after all.

Besides, how much damage could one street kid do?

****

Tyler stands on the threshold of the master's en-suite bathroom; leaning against the door jamb with his arms over his chest. Watching his wife as she sits on the edge of the tub, her eyes riveted on that plastic stick across the room, as it rests on the sink ledge. She's nervous; chewing absentmindedly on her bottom lip, palms continuously running along her thighs.

“How long does this take?” he inquires. “It's been like half an hour.”

“It's been a minute and half,” she replies. “Two more minutes at least. There's quicker ones you could have gotten. Those digital things that pretty much give the results right away.”

“This is the first time I've ever had to buy something like this. I'm a rookie here.”

“A rookie with extremely strong and determined swimmers, apparently,” she retorts. “Where's the baby?”

“Ovi took her downstairs. He's playing the piano for her. He swears she likes it.”

“Another male she has wrapped around her little finger. Maybe I won't have to worry about her bringing boys home. With you two around. I can just see you. Sitting on the front porch with a shot gun on your lap.”

“I was thinking more a fully automatic. Or a grenade launcher. Or maybe even flamethrower. Maybe all three. Depending on my mood.”

“You can't keep the boys away forever. You can't keep her locked in the house.”

“You just watch me.”

She laughs at that. More nervous than amused.

“I don't know what you're so freaked out. This isn't your first rodeo.”

“It's scary,” she says. “The thought of having another human being inside of you. That relies on you for everything. I have to actually keep a tiny person alive.”

“Well you did amazing the first time,” he points out. “And considering everything else you were dealing with at the time, I'd say that makes you pretty fucking awesome.”

She smiles at him. And he shoots her a wink before wandering into the room and taking a seat on the ledge of the tub beside her.

“I'm nervous too,” he confesses, as he takes on her hands in both of his own. Her hands are soft, impossibly small within his. “And scared.”

She looks at him. “You are?”

He nods. “Not just because this is an awful shitty time to be going through all of this. We can get through all of that. I don't doubt that for a second. I worry about being a dad.”

“You're already a dad. And you've been one for over ten years. If we count Austin.” And they do. Despite his suffering and his unfortunate passing, his son is still very much a part of their family. “And you're a great dad, Tyler. An amazing dad. So don't ever doubt that. You see the way she looks at you. The way her entire face just lights up when she hears your voice. She adores you. No one else in the world matters as much as her daddy.”

“Sorry about that by the way,” he grins. “That she loves me more than you,”

“That's harsh, Tyler. First I spend nine months getting fat and gross and puking all the time and then you go and say something like that. I do know divorce lawyers, you know.”

“You'd never get rid of me. And you weren't fat and gross by the way. You were beautiful. You always are. But even more beautiful when you were having her. Knowing that I was the one who helped but her there. That that was my baby inside of you.”

She leans into him, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “I like this side of you. The sappy one.”

“Just don't tell anyone, okay? I'd never live it down. I need people to think I'm a bad ass.”

“I don't think anyone could ever say you aren't a bad ass. You killed a man with a garden rake.”

“Two,” he corrects. “With the same garden rake. I'm just saying.”

She settles against him; head against his shoulder, her hand tightly clenched between his.

“What if it happens again?” he inquires.

“Having to kill a man with a garden rake?”

“No,” he can't help but chuckle. “Although that is always a possibility. Anything can happen. I mean Austin. And his cancer. What if that happens again?”

“The chances of that happening are slim to none.”

“But there's still a chance.”

“There's a chance we could walk out of the house tomorrow and get hit by a bus,” she gently argues. “His cancer wasn't genetic. It just happened, Tyler. It was nothing you or your ex caused. It just happened.”

“I just worry about it. I can't help it. Sometimes I'll watch Millie sleeping and think about it. What I'd do if she got sick. How I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Seeing her suffer. I'm worried I'm going to make the same mistake. Run away like I did. Because I'm a fucking coward.”

“You are many things, Tyler. But a coward is not one of them. It's fight or flight. Your flight drive was stronger than your fight. It happens.”

“But it shouldn't have happened. That's the point.”

She rubs his back; palm moving in slow, smooth, comforting circles. “Think of it this way, if things hadn't have have happened the way they did, we probably wouldn't be here right now. We probably would have never even met. You would have been on an entirely different path and our lives probably never would have connected. And that's worth something, right? You and I? Millie? What happened was horrible and you didn't deserve that. And Austin definitely didn't deserve it. But we're here. Millie and I. And that has to make up for everything else somehow right?”

“Of course it does.” If someone had have told him a year ago that he'd end up a husband and father again, he would have told them that they were insane. He had been struggling to find a way to keep on living when all he wanted to do was die. And he'd found a reason to keep on, keeping on. Something...someone...that gave him a purpose. Now he couldn't imagine his life without them. That feeling of completeness that comes with knowing you matter to someone. That they rely on you.

“You are way too hard on yourself,” she says, and tousles his hair. “Try seeing yourself through my eyes. Just once.”

“I'll try,” he promises, and she smiles and a lays a hand against his cheek, covering his lips with hers in a long, soft kiss. “I think it's time. You ready?”

“As I'll ever be, I guess. You?”

“Not really, no. But I guess we have to find out.”

“You do it. I got to do it the first time. This one is all yours.”

“That's it, put all the pressure on me,” he teases, and gives her hand one last squeeze and a kiss to the forehead before standing up and approaching the sink.

“Well?” her voice is shaky. Perhaps a mixture of both nerves and anticipation. “What does it say?”

“I'm not sure. What does two pink lines mean?”

The tears prick her eyes. Her lower lip quivers.

“It means we're having a baby.”

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