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Closer - Edward Cullen x F!Reader (18+)

Plot: (Songfic for Closer by NIN) With a sexually repressed, religious guilt ridden boyfriend, Y/n has to take it upon herself to ensure her sexual needs are met. That is, until he catches her in the act. Warnings: Heavy NSFW, pretty much no plot, reader gets walked in on, Edward is dramatic and grappling with loads of religious guilt, loss of virginity, Edward bruises reader a bit. Word count: 2147

A/N: This is a rewrite of my first smut I had ever written that I posted on my old account @valwentinefics. You can find it here. Reminder that requests are open!

The sunlight filtered through the large windows that made up a majority of the walls in Edward's bedroom, casting a blue haze onto the walls as it filtered through the lush pine trees that surrounded the Cullen's property. Y/n's naked body was lit up by the soft rays as she laid on his couch, her left hand cupping her right breast while her right hand slid down to the slit between her thighs that grew wet with need. Most of the houses inhabitants, the powerful group of vampires known as the Cullen Clan, were out of town visiting friends, which left the beautiful house to Y/n and her boyfriend Edward Cullen, who was out hunting.

Y/n would be lying if she said she wouldn't have rathered it be Edward's hands grasping and rubbing her most needy spots, it was something she fantasized about often. But, Edward was, frankly, a sexually repressed virgin, and sex was far off the table with him. She knew it from the start, having been pulled aside by Edward's two adoptive younger brothers, Emmett and Jasper, who warned her about how much of a prude her boyfriend could be the day the two found out about their relationship. It wasn't a deal breaker though, Edward was an amazing boyfriend in every other regard, so Y/n was fine handling her urges on her own when given the chance.

Her eyes fluttered closed as a single finger poked into her entrance, soon followed by a second, causing a moan to slip through her lips which she had bitten to try to keep quiet out of habit.

Y/n curled her fingers inside of her slowly, hitting her sweet spot as she pumped them in and out. Her imagination took hold of her and she couldn't help but picture Edward above her, one strong hand holding her wrists above her head and his other propping him up as he thrusted in and out of her at a rhythmically quick pace. The thought was enough to elicit a second, louder, moan, this time in the form of his name.

"Y/n?" The familiar voice of her lover caused Y/n to freeze, her hands quickly ceasing their activities, quickly moving to cover her most intimate parts as she darted up into a sitting position, opening her eyes to see Edward quickly look away.

"I'm so sorry Edward, I didn't mean to call you, I just...got carried away," She trailed off, her face being taken over by such a strong flush that it was painful. Y/n wiped her hands with a tissue and quickly got dressed, Edward turning back to face her once her thoughts indicated she was fully clothed.

"Do you do that often?" Edward looked at her quizzically, his expression lacking the disgust Y/n thought he would have.

She looked away from his face at his question, her cheeks continuing their burning as even more blood rushed to them. "Only when I think you'll be gone long enough... Clearly I was wrong this time. I'm sorry..."

Edward gave no response to her apology, stepping closer to Y/n until he was right in front of her. Y/n turned her head to look back at him as he stared at her, deep in thought. As a vampire, Edward always had an air of dominance around him, making everything he did have a degree of intimidation to any observer. Y/n, however, knew him more intimately than a regular person, and she could tell from the look in his light amber eyes and slight furrow of his brow that he was nervous.

"Do you think of me often?" His pale hand slowly reached out to touch her hair, his thumb brushing along the side of her scalp with slow, controlled, hesitant movements.

"Always." Y/n replied, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what would happen next.

With a super speeded movement, Edward gently pushed Y/n down onto the couch, kneeling over her body. A hand moved Y/n's hair and shirt collar away from the crook of her neck, his face placing itself in the supple bend as he inhaled deeply. "You don't know what you do to me Y/n..."

Y/n stayed silent, the wetness between her thighs that she hadn't been able to fully take care of becoming even more unbearable as her arousal grew stronger from Edward's scent and proximity. A hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers softly playing with his hair.

"You make me feel things I know I shouldn't. Sinful things. You're so special, so beautiful, I shouldn't be thinking of violating such a precious gift from God. But still..." Edward moved his head out of Y/n's neck, his arms propping his body up and caging Y/n in underneath him. "I have an empty gash where my soul once was, my whole existence is flawed. But you, you're heavenly."

One of his hands trailed up the side of Y/n's body with a hesitant curiousity, sliding up underneath her shirt and pausing before her braless breast, his index finger and thumb framing the mound. Y/n held her breath as she looked up at her boyfriend who was staring down at his hand with a look of deep contemplation.

"The day I was turned into a monster was the day I was deprived of my access to heaven. I became the oh so feared devil. I tried all I could to redeem myself, to not stray from the path of God more than I already had, but the needs I have remind me I can never again get in his good graces. I'm a demon, and it's in my nature to want to desecrate the holy," He looked back up, his eyes softening when they met Y/n's.

She gave him a soft, encouraging, smile. Her hand moved to his and he let her guide it onto her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I feel like Hades presenting Persephone with pomegranate seeds, damning her to the underworld. Except you don't have a godly mother to save you..." He said remorsefully as his hand toyed with Y/n's breast, the cold of his body mixed with his movements making her clench her thighs together with need.

"Maybe I don't need saving, maybe this is exactly where I want to be," Y/n challenged breathlessly.

Edward's eyes searched Y/n's for something as he sat in silence for a few moments, presumably searching her thoughts for any doubts, his hand on her breast never stopping it's kneading. "Are you certain? This is the forbidden fruit. Theres no going back."

"Edward, for you I'd damn myself to hell a hundred times over." She said with unwavering certainty, each word laced with anticipation.

His hand left her breast, moving to meet his other one at the bottom of her shirt, carefully holding the fabric within both hands. "I know I should reject this, I should tell you you're wrong and send you home, but I don't have the strength." His eyes bore into his hands, the amber hues swirling with deep contemplation.

"If you're that certain I suppose it's okay then, for me to indulge, to take your purity." His concerned eyes looked up to meet Y/n's, giving her ample time to form a protest, but she couldn't find any reason to form one. With no response, Edward's eyes hardened and fists clenched around her shirt's fabric, accepting the permission Y/n was giving him to let go, to indulge, to snap.

"Y/n L/n, I'm going to fuck you like an animal."

With those words he tore Y/n's shirt in half. Seemingly guided by sexual instincts alone, his hands instantly slid up her waist and to her breasts, bringing with it a cold that made Y/n's back arch. His lips met her collar bone, kissing and sucking up to her neck.

Y/n tossed her head back, letting out a cry of ecstasy, one hand grasping onto Edward's white button down in an attempt to keep him close, the other at the back of his head, gripping his hair in pleasure.

A hand trailed down from her breast to her skirt, fiddling with the zipper before ripping the fabric off her body like he had with her shirt with a growl. Y/n couldn't even bring herself to be upset with him for his destructive habits as he moved her panties to the side, revealing her soaked and glistening folds.

His thumb wet itself in her juices before moving to her sensitive clit, rubbing it quickly. His other hand also left it's spot on her breast, collecting her wrists in its grasp and pinning them down above her head to keep her still as she thrashed from the pleasure brought from his assault on her delicate bud.

Y/n's mouth produced a symphony of moans as he rubbed, and they grew even louder when he switched his attention from her clit and carefully slid a finger into her hole, and easy task with how wet she was. Still, he only kept one in for a few moments, curling it slowly before eventually adding a second, continuing his curling movement, ensuring she would be prepared for his cock.

"Edward, please! Stop teasing me like this! I can take you, I'm ready!" Y/n whined, every few words interrupted by loud, desperate moans.

"I'm sorry my angel, it's rude to keep a lady waiting" A devilishly handsome smirk made it to his face, his hesitancy and nervousness almost fully dissipated. Both of Edward's hands moved from their spots to completely undress himself with his super speed before he returned to his spot. One hand returned to pinning Y/n's arms above her head while the other pumped his cock.

Carefully he slid it up and down between her folds, letting her need for him lubricate it before pushing into her with a single calculated and restrained movement.

Y/n breathed heavily as her body adjusted to his large size, and the mere second her thoughts indicated he was okay to move, Edward hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and began to pound into her as if he were taken over by his inner animalistic urges, his grunting and growling moans further solidifying that comparison.

Y/n couldn't do much but take it, unable to form a sentence or thought, his name a never ending prayer spilling from her lips. Her eyes stung with forming tears from the sheer pleasure brought by his relentless pounding, spilling down her cheeks when he used his free hand to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

"I'm going to claim you, I'm going to mark you from the inside." Edward vowed with a growl, leaning further into Y/n's body, folding her even more in half and allowing for his length to get even deeper inside of her. Y/n could do little other than let out a scream in pleasure. Edward seemed to be enjoying the deeper position too, his hand that was gripping her wrists above her head tightening it's grip to the point Y/n was certain he would leave bruises, the thought of which turned her own further, her pussy clenching around him.

Y/n was greatful for her boyfriends ability to read minds, she doubted she would have the ability to vocalize how close she was to her climax through her endless moans. Luckily, she didn't even have to try.

"You're going to cum for me? Good, I'm going to cum too, I can't hold it much longer." He growled out, ending with a gasp as he pushed in the deepest he had been able to get yet. "Cum for me Y/n," he ordered.

Y/n didn't even have the chance to hold it back, not that she would have wanted to anyways, her body acting on its own to climax the second he barked out his orders. Edward's body seemed to do the same, his thrusts slowing down and his hand letting go of her wrists, both arms propping himself up over her as he looked down at the sweaty and fucked out body of Y/n below him with an unreadable expression.

Y/n felt herself grow empty as he pulled out of her, followed by the trickle of cum flowing out of her achingly sore pussy. She looked up at him with half lidded eyes as she felt a wave of sleepiness take over her body. Even if she wasn't tired she doubted she could even remember how to move with how foggy her brain felt.

Edward brushed a few strands out of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly.

"You bring me closer to god."

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What Lingers - Dark!Edward Cullen x F!Reader (18+)

Plot: Edward Cullen doesn't know how to handle his crush on the new clerk at his favourite book store. Warnings: NSFW, Dark/yandere Edward, unhealthy obsessive thoughts, sexual thoughts (Edward descends into being a bit of a weirdo perv), Edward gets himself off Word count: 2436 Part 2 (coming soon, send in reqs/ideas!)

A/N: My first fic on this account! I haven't written in a while so I may be a little rusty, please bare with me! I didn't have much time to fully proofread this because I just wanted to get it out, so it may be a little awkward and have some mistakes, sorry! If you like this, feel free to send in requests for a part 2 (I'm thinking of writing it in in reader's pov?) or just any requests in general!

At first, Edward Cullen had thought he was dying. His throat had tightened more than he had thought possible, his mouth dried of all venom, he suddenly couldn't remember how to fake the motions of breathing, and despite knowing that it was impossible for his heart to do anything, he couldn't decide if his heart was being squeezed by some otherworldly force, or was kickstarted into a rapid beating that reverberated throughout his body and sounded in his ears like a drum. He quickly ran through his knowledge of vampiric bodies and health, but came up with nothing that could explain what was happening to him, nothing that could clarify why the mere sight of you had elicited such a visceral reaction from him.

Initially, you didn't seem like anyone particularly special. From your thoughts he discovered you were a writer, daydreaming about the draft you were working on as you were leaned against the wooden book store counter, head lazily rested upon your right hand while the left absently drew shapes onto the antique surface. Occasionally, the thought of your cat would interrupt your brainstorming daydream. A chubby orange tabby that was intelligent in all the wrong things and stupid in the rest, who seemed to cause you endless trouble. You were worried he had turned on the tap to drink from it again, an irksome habit he had that often ran up your water bill as he didn't know how to turn it off. None of your thoughts seemed to stick out to him as something of importance, but admittedly being present in your mind brought him a sense of peace he hadn't felt before. With shy hesitation he would even admit to himself that it somehow felt endearing.

Edward did have to give you credit, you certainly were beautiful by human standards. However, after spending decades around Rosalie and other vampires that had been blessed with an unnatural level of beauty made you seem more mundane to him than you would have appeared to a regular human. The more he thought about it though, the more he found he liked that about you. The pimple that lay just underneath your cheekbone, the natural reddish flush to your lips from a functioning circulatory system, the slight frizz to your hair, the rhythmic sound of air being pushed in and out of your body, and the oh so human eyes that looked up from the desk and met his. You were imperfect, flawed, starkly different from himself who had been biologically engineered to be irresistibly perfect from the first bite Carlisle inflicted upon him. You were intoxicating. Suddenly, Edward understood.

"Oh- Uhm- Sorry- Ah!" You jolted up, quickly shifting from your relaxed lean into a stiff, well postured, standing position as you tripped over your words. Edward could hear your heartbeat speed up. With your thoughts a current incoherent jumble, he was left to wondering if it was out of shock from his presence, or a flustered reaction to his appearance.

You cleared your throat, "Y/n. Hi. I work here now, just moved into town a week ago. Can I help you with anything?" A smile appeared on your face, but one that seemed to come from a place of general kindness (and a little embarrassment), rather than the normal customer service mask people put on. It was a scene Edward wished could wrap around his whole body, holding him tenderly in a sea of gentle warmth.

Thousands of replies appeared in his head, things he could say to charm you, things that could make you swoon, words that could make you laugh (a sound he was certain would be an imperfect crackling melody he would play on repeat in his mind), but when he opened his mouth, none of the above came out.

"Machiavelli." Edward wanted to disintegrate into the floor. He was supposed to start off with a smooth line to make you want to talk to him more, not the first author to appear in his head. Who even randomly thinks of Machiavelli anyways? "Sorry, I'm Edward Cullen. My family was the newest ones in town until a week ago I suppose. I'm looking for anything you might have by Machiavelli." He recovered, playing it safe but still flashing you a dazzling smile that always seemed to charm those who saw it.

You looked away from him. He tried not to clench his fists in frustration. He decided that he enjoyed when you looked at him, he liked looking at the many flecks of different hues and shades that made up your irises. So sweetly imperfect.

"Machiavelli..." You pondered, a finger pressing itself into the plush, slightly chapped surface of your lips. You were running through the layout of the store in your mind, trying to remember where it would be located. Edward felt a little bad for wasting your time, he knew the book store's layout in and out. He didn't actually ever come here to buy anything (although he did so quite often to ensure it would stay in business), but rather the usually empty store was a haven for him where he could pretend to be human again while escaping the constant barrage of other beings private thoughts.

"Okay! I think I remember where it would be, follow me!" You looked back at him with a smile. You didn't have to tell him twice, he would stay on your tail as long as you would let him (and perhaps even longer after that, if he was being honest with himself), your presence being a strawberry scented sirens song that he couldn't seem to want to pull himself away from.

"Of course, lead the way," Edward spoke with a slight grin, finding the words ironic. In reality it was him, the covert apex predator of the animal kingdom, who would be herding you like a sheep wherever he wished.

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As he stared at your phone number in his hands, the sheet of paper growing softer and more fragile while he toyed with it, Edward Cullen tried to decide that he hated you. It wasn't your fault at all, you had been nothing but perfectly pleasant and kind to him while he was in your presence, but instead it was his own.

You were kind, sweet, caring, imperfect. Those traits flowed through your veins, they even wafted in the air around you, pulling people close to you. After his first slip up with his words, everything between you two went exactly as he wished it would, and your feelings of curiosity towards him combined with the innately biological pull to his honeypot of inhuman beauty led to him getting your phone number. Everything went perfectly in his favour, and that was the problem.

Out of his family it was Rosalie who resented humans the most, and Jasper who kept the most distance from them, but even though he didn't fall at the extreme end of the spectrum, Edward wasn't a big fan of them either. He looked down on them as weaker life forms, sheep disgustingly careless around wolves, a sentiment he was smart enough to know came from a place of jealousy and sorrow, but still not something he harbored enough strength to get over and befriend one... that was until he saw you.

You made him selfish. His hand trembled as the ten endearingly messily inked numbered stared back at him tauntingly. You made him selfish and he hated you and he had to stop being around you. Something about you, your simplicity, your messiness, every imperfect mannerism that overflowed with life drew him in. Edward couldn't deny his nature when you clouded his senses with envy and awe. It was like the scorpion and the frog, Hades and Persephone. He was a hunter designed to lure you into false security before inevitably striking. He knew he couldn't be pure around you, you were a lamb and himself a lion, not a domesticated dog and cat. Biology and the food chain would triumph over his wishes soon enough, he would be an idiot to not know it.

But even so, a voice in his mind nagged at him, making him weak at the knees with bliss at the thought of giving into it. Hadn't he earned the right to be a little selfish? Aside from his rebellious stage, Edward had been so so perfect, a word he grew more sick of by the day. A word that seemed to wrap itself around his throat and tighten oh so slowly as time went on, now an unbearable pressure he was sure could snap his neck. You were everything he wasn't, everything he needed, you were ambrosia while he was on his deathbed. Could he really be faulted for just a sip?

Of course he didn't mean that literally. Although he knew that being close to you would surely end up with his lips stained crimson with blood and sin, there were ways around it. A junkie always finds a way.

Edward Cullen entered your number into his phone, staring at the blank space for him to type in a message for what felt like an eternity before turning it off completely. It wouldn't be the same to communicate digitally. He wanted you in person, laid bare in front of him, your thoughts not even kept private. He wanted to worship you softly, to expose himself to you fully, for his need and adoration for all that you are as an imperfect, truly human, life filled being. And as his thoughts delved deeper into all that you were, his thoughts took on a double meaning.

Edward had never done this before. He knew he was repressed, he was a religious boy from a much more conservative time that had long passed, and he was fine with that. But, he deserved to be selfish. He had never truly indulged himself, who could blame him for what he was about to do? Especially when it was your fault, you were making him imperfect as well.

His porcelain hand brought the now fragile sheet of paper to his nose, and as he breathed deeply he deluded himself into believing a trace of your aura still lingered on it. His hand hesitantly trailed down to his crotch, his fingers lightly touching the bulge through the fabric of his khakis. The foreign sensation made him let out a small whine that he quickly stifled by biting his lip. He was home alone, his family gone to visit the Denali's for a few days during the schools spring break, but it wasn't because he feared being heard that he stopped himself from making noise, but rather a nagging feeling of shame that faded more and more into the background as he slowly rubbed his bulge harder and faster.

He wondered if God was watching him as he undid his pants, pulling down his boxer-briefs with a hesitancy that seemed to flow away the more he melted into the nagging desire to indulge. If he was being watched, Edward decided God had no right to be angry. It was he who decided to put the most tempting creature in the world right where Edward would meet her, he should have known this would happen. Edward wasn't to blame, he was doing what any person would have done in his situation, and what was life anyways without indulgence?

With another deep inhale, Edward grew more confident. Using his leaking tip as lubricant, he began to quickly stroke his length. There was no point in taking things slowly, he had spent his whole life pent up and teased, why would he do it to himself?

Edward thought of what you would do to him. Your deep pink tongue licking from his balls to his tip, your utterly indecent and irresistible eyes, oh so filled with life, gazing up at him tenderly. The thought made him let out a small groan he couldn't stifle in time. Edward thought of how your skin would feel under his touch, smooth and warm with the occasional blemish. He wanted to slowly run his hand up your bare thigh, watching you squirm with need as he showed you just a fraction of what his life was like.

His hand moved faster and faster and he thought of earlier that day, the way you stumbled upon your words when you first saw him. He decided he would coax you into talking during intimacy, wanting to see how you tripped and fumbled the words of praise for him that would flow out of your mouth as he showed you that drinking blood wasn't the only thing his mouth was good for. He would be a bit clumsy in the beginning, but that would be okay for you, wouldn't it? You don't demand perfection, you're soaked in the opposite, and that is perfect to him.

One more inhale had his brain melt, his hand speeding up as much as he can take as he wonders if he'll be your first too. Surely he will be. If this experience taught him anything, it would be that you were made for him, and as he had never felt this pull to anyone else before, he was inclined to believe he was made for you too. He let out a growl as he thought about someone else laying a hand on you, deciding he should just claim you when the opportunity arises, painting your skin with his-

His loud moans turned to heavy pants, not from lack of air that he doesn't need, but from the intensity of what he had just done. The white liquid flowed down his tip and fist, and a sense of freedom rushed over him. He wasn't bad for this, he was doing what anyone else would do. You were rubbing off on him after just one interaction, making him oh so perfectly imperfect.

He grabbed a tissue from the box that had been placed on the table beside his couch for show, and wiped himself off, tossing the soiled tissue into the trash. His eyes went to his phone, which he turned on with a soft click. He felt better about everything, about himself, about you. What was life without indulgence?

Hello, It's Edward Cullen from the book store. Would you like to get coffee together soon?

He smiled to himself after typing out and sending his message, his hand bringing the piece of paper to his nose one last time, craving your essence, not wanting to miss even a hint of what lingers.

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Love At First Package

Pairing: Gardner Langway x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluffffff

Words: 843

Request: Could I request a fluffy Gardner Langway x fem. reader long oneshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Gardner in the living room playing with their 2 little girls and reader just gushes over how good of a father Gardner is to their girls and while she’s watching her little family, reader thinks back to how she met Gardner from him being her mailman and it was love at first sight?

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Waking to the sound of laughter, she bolts upright and her hands fall onto the bed next to her sides for support. Noticing the lack of another body weight in the bed, she turns to see that Gardner is nowhere to be found. The giggles continue, a high pitch voice as well as some chuckles from a deeper voice. Gardner's voice.

It clicks as she rubs her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she thinks of her baby girls and husband. It had been a few years since she'd given birth to the most recent bundle of joy, Sammy. Two year old Sammy and five year old Alyssia were quite the handful, but with Gardner, she somehow survived.

Getting out of the bed and waking to the living room, her smile grows at the sight she's greeted with. Gardner, in his mailman uniform, is on his knees, Lyssie on his back and Sammy being chased by the duo. Y/N crosses her arms and leans against the wall, deciding she'd rather watch her happy trio a bit longer.

Gardner wasn't the most outgoing person, but his girls got the most energy and attention any of his coworkers had ever seen him put into another human being.

As she thought about his change with becoming a father, her mind drifted further back down memory lane.

The shy, antisocial mailman sighed as he looked at the letters in his hands. He loved his job, he loved stamps, and he loved the routine of his route. Walking to the next house on said route, he noticed a woman sitting by the front door, a box in her lap and a worried look strewn across her features.

"Excuse me?" She spoke when he came into her vision. Her voice was sweet like honey, sending a chill down his spine.

"Yes?"

"Someone left this on my porch, but I'm afraid it's not the right address. I'd hate to have this package not reach it's rightful owner. Do you think you could deliver it?"

A small smirk met his face. What a decent citizen. He nodded and walked over to her to collect the box. However, he froze just as he approached, his face mere inches from her own. He gulped. What was this feeling?

She appeared to feel it too, the way her face flushed as she averted her gaze. They stood there for a few moments before she handed the mailman the box. "Thank you..."

"Gardner. And I'm assuming your name is..." he checked the envelope in his hand, the address reading the same as the one he was at currently, "Y/N?"

Her face flushed again before she nodded. "Yep, that's me."

That's when Gardner did something he never did. He handed Y/N her mail in person. The second their fingers touched, he felt a strange chill run over him, a shiver throughout his body. It wasn't an unpleasant shiver. Rather, it was one he wished to feel again.

"Thank you, Gardner."

With a nod, he turned to walk away. Before he made it past her fence line, he stopped and looked back, "Same time tomorrow?"

The seventeenth time, he'd been counting, that he dropped off her mail, she wasn't home. He'd started hand-delivering hers, just to feel that spark again. A part of him felt down. He couldn't experience it with her being gone, no, but that wasn't the only reason. He'd felt sad that his favorite stop on his route was nowhere to be found for the day. Dare he say, he missed her.

Hesitantly, Gardner stuffed the envelopes in her mailbox. He tried to stall for time, fiddling with his bag, resorting the letters he'd put in the box. Eventually, he realized she just wasn't there, and continued on his route. He cursed himself when he noticed how much time he'd wasted while on the job- he was never late, never missed a box, never forgot a letter. Was breaking his good streak for her really worth it...?

He thought back to that question when he kissed her for the first time. The answer? Yes. It was worth it all, and he'd gladly do it again.

"Hey you." Smiled Gardner. The moment he addressed her, their kiddies whipped around and ran towards their mother.

"Momma!!" They squealed with joy, and a little too much energy for such a lazy morning.

Regardless of her current state of conscious, she returned their smiles and lifted both of the girls up, one on each hip and a loving peck on each of their heads. Then came Gardner's "loving peck", to which the girls audibly complained about, eliciting chuckles from the couple.

Looking back, she's glad she collaborated with the neighbor to make a package that would give her the courage to talk to the cute mailman. After all, she got two beautiful girls and a loving husband out of it. Of course, Gardner lost it, laughing so hard he held his sides when he found out, and he hasn't stopped teasing her since.

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