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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 days

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Cat People - LN

Summary: Lando prefers dogs, they match his energy. But his girlfriend has been labelled by friends, family and fans alike as an "orange cat" and with her birthday coming up he's all out of ideas for gifts.

No part 2 requests please

Lando groans as he sits in Max's house.

"I don't know why you're struggling so much, mate. Y/n always says she doesn't want a big deal out of her birthday." Max states though he knows that if P said that then he'd be just as stressed about trying to get it right.

It's not till Max's cat jumps up on the bed next to Lando that he's struck with an idea.

"Y/n loves your cats."

"Ok..." Max frowns not really sure where Lando is going with this.

"I could get her a cat."

"You don't like cats."

"I never said that...I just prefer dogs...but y/n loves cats. All the fans call her an orange cat."

"That doesn't mean you should get her a cat."

"You guys always say she's like an orange cat."

"That's because she has those weird bursts of energy. Like...that time she was just lying there like half asleep, then suddenly she sat up threw a pillow at you and practically ran out the room." Max recalls making Lando grin since y/n actually does that quite a lot. "And she lets every intrusive thought be followed through on."

That's true. Just the other day y/n bit into a new blusher she'd bought because it looked like jelly. There was instant regret and enough wallowing over her own actions that Lando decided to just buy her a new one, really hoping she wouldn't repeat her actions.

"I'm getting her a cat." Lando declares earning a sigh and head shake.

Reasoning with Lando is out the window and he's already invested in the idea. Recruiting Max to aid him despite his comments of how Lando's apartment in Monaco is probably not the best place in the world for a cat.

It took some doing and Lando ended up having to use Max Verstappen's apartment as a hold for the kitten before her birthday. Thankfully the world champion actually knows how to care for cats and did alright to keep the ginger kitten happy.

"Hey, thanks for the help mate." Lando states as Max hands the carrier to him. The ungodly hour of 6AM is unwelcome to both of them but Max is happy to help and Lando had to get the kitten before y/n woke up.

"No it's ok, I hope she loves him. He's very cute." Max smiles earning a smile. "I never thought of you as much of a cat person."

"I'm not...but y/n is." Lando sighs while looking down at the cat. "Probably going to be her soulmate in cat form. Anyway, I'll let you sleep. Thanks again, mate."

"No problem."

And like that he's back with the new cat in tow. He'd been hiding all the cat stuff in his car which he's spent the morning before heading to Max's setting everything up while y/n was still sleeping peacefully.

"Y/n..." Lando whispers wanting to wake y/n up as gently as possible and she does ease from her sleep, groaning and stretching. "Happy birthday baby."

"Thank you..." Y/n smiles earning a grin as he leans down and kisses her. "Oooh...pancakes for breakfast? I-"

Her sentence is cut short by a squeak making her frown.

"What-"

"Close you eyes! I've got a surprise for you." Lando exclaims in a slightly rushed panic since he was hoping the kitten would be quiet till she was a little bit more awake.

"Why? What's-"

"Please."

Y/n sighs covering her eyes while Lando picks the fluffy ginger kitten from the carrier before gently placing him in her lap making her eyes snap open with a gasp.

"Shut up. Stop. You did not!" Y/n exclaims with a gasp picking up the cat with tears very much appearing quickly. "You got me a cat?"

"I wasn't sure what to get you and I figured it'd be on brand."

"The McLaren cat?" Y/n laughs earning a look from him before he laughs.

"No!" Lando laughs though now he's thinking of it, it does make sense. "I mean that works too but all the fans and our friends call you an orange cat because of the way you act."

"Oh. OH!" Y/n gasps making him laugh. "What should we call him?"

"Whatever you want."

"Cats always have weird names don't they?" Y/n hums in thought while seeming to struggle to take her eyes off of the cat who seems equally as immediately attached to y/n as she is to him. "I think...there's only one option really."

"And what would that be?"

"Senna."

Lando's eyebrows raise but he smiles feeling like she really just locked in the fact that she is definitely his soulmate. There really isn't anyone else he could possibly find himself better that y/n.

Y/n looks at Lando with a grin.

"Is that a yes to Senna?"

"I think it's perfect for him." Lando nods with a smile.

It's really stupid to be jealous of a cat, but y/n took all of 10 minutes to be joint at the hip with Senna.

The following week after her birthday Lando found that he wasn't getting quite the affection from y/n he'd become accustom throughout their entire relationship.

He also noticed that actually of the two Senna is the lesser of energetic in general and y/n seems to be the one with random bursts of energy that do in turn trigger little bursts of energy from Senna. And while he's jealous, Lando does have to admit it's kind of cute seeing how the two have seemed to bond over sharing a personality even if Senna is ever so slightly more chilled out.

Although in true cat fashion, he has managed to already smash a glass that he nudged off the kitchen counter.

"Hey, you look so sad over here on your own." Y/n smiles sliding herself into Lando's lap as he sits at his gaming PC, Senna seemingly finally having left her side. "What's wrong? You've been huffing and puffing all day."

"No I haven't."

"Is it because you want some love too?" Y/n whispers reading him like a book. "I'm only cuddling him so much so he knows what to expect when I don't have you around. Anyway, just think of Senna as a trail."

"A trail for what?" Lando frowns making her smile.

"For if the day ever comes that we have a kids." Y/n smiles earning a grin from the driver. "But...if you're jealous of a cat getting attention. Who knows if you could handle a baby."

"Well no, that's-"

"I'm kidding. You're just so easy to wind up." Y/n laughs then kissing him. "But Senna is my first baby and he's just a baby."

"He is." Lando hums then sighing. "He's a pretty chill cat, so I guess it could be worse."

Almost as if he's a paid actor, Senna appears and jumps onto y/n's lap and she smiles as Lando does actually move to stroke the kitten gently.

"I'm just going to have to make sure I give both of my boys all my love and affection. Which is going to be pretty easy because I love you both very much." Y/n smiles feeling Lando kiss her softly.

"Actually I did get some pretty nice pictures of the two of you...and video...can I post them on my other accounts please?" Lando asks earning a smile and nod as Senna starts purring loudly, settling down to lie on the two of them. "He's my baby too for the record."

"Good. Because I actually think he loves you just as much as me." Y/n smiles pulling her phone out and revealing her lock screen as a picture of Senna curled up, nuzzled in Lando's neck, on top of his shoulder as he sleeps in their bed. "If you're sharing pictures and videos of me and Senna, can I share this?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"Good, before I have another one of him just curled up on your chest."

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ftm-udders · 2 days

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i have no idea how long i've been trapped in this tentacle's cave. i only went in to seek shelter from the rain, but it was a very enthusiastic host; taking off my soaked clothes, cradling my tired body with its limbs, massaging every inch of my sore body. and then, of course, it started working itself into my holes. i was so relaxed i hardly noticed the eggs being pumped into my womb until a small bump, maybe equivalent to a couple months of a normal pregnancy, appeared on my navel.

now, my belly has swollen dramatically, so heavy i look full term even though i'm sure its nowhere near nine months. i've been completely pampered, the tentacles alternating between cradling and caring for me, and fucking me so hard i see stars. no matter what though, they always keep my holes full. i've never been more content.

a dull ache in my abdomen stirs me out of my comfortable haze of having my clit lazily rubbed by one of the tentacles. it seems to notice my discomfort, and ups its efforts at pleasuring me. the sensations of the tentacle on my clit feel electrifying, the pleasure completely masking whatever was going on, and i find myself moaning loudly, arching my back into the monster as i make a pathetic attempt at rocking my hips. its impossible for me to actually move that much, the combination of the tentacles holding me and my egg filled belly weighing me down proving too much for my body to be able to move much at all.

the tentacles in my holes start slowly thrusting in and out of me, and its not long before my hole is clenching around them as i scream in pleasure, i'm so sensitive all the time now that it doesn't take much for me to cum, and when i do a flood of fluids gushes out of my constantly soaked pussy. the pressure in my navel is worse now, only barely overshadowed by the tentacles fucking me through my orgasm.

its only when my second orgasm comes and i can feel a weight going lower down my body that i realise whats happening. the pressure has only gotten worse, and i can feel my body urging me to push. i pant and moan as i attempt to bear down, but the tentacles still thrust deep into me, interrupting my attempts as they fuck me so hard i can't help but pause my efforts as my body clenches and shakes with pleasure. the feeling of being fucked by the tentacles mingles with the eggs attempted to force their way out, leaving me feeling more stretched and well fucked than i ever have before.

i reach my third orgasm screaming with the weight of both it and a contraction, struggling to push even as it feels oh so good. if it weren't for my bodies instincts urging me to get the eggs out, i could probably stay like this, at least for a little longer. but they're so heavy and have settled in my birth canal, uncomfortably stuck as they keep me stretched wide, visible bumps on my belly highlighting their progress. one more good contraction and push and i can feel it lower to where the tentacle has been fucking into me. maybe now it'll realise whats happening and leave my pussy? it doesn't, instead opting to thrust even deeper into me, pushing the egg it connected with (and the line of eggs behind it) back up into me. i scream as the furthest back one to have escaped my cervix gets pushed back through it, it's weight settling once again in my womb.

it feels like an eternity i stay like this, locked in a battle with my own body and the tentacle monster that molded my body to its own desires. everytime i manage to push the eggs down through my birth canal, the tentacle fucks them back into me.

i have no idea how long its been, i've had countless orgasms (no doubt the best orgasms i will ever have), i've seen the light fluctuate with the passing of days so many times i've lost count, i've completely lost the energy to push, letting my body go entirely limp as i succumb to the tentacles, the only thing allowing the eggs to make any progress being the contractions still wracking my body and forcing it to push.

if i wasn't so out of it, i could have cried with relief when the tentacle finally removed itself from my ruined hole, moving to rub my throbbing clit as my body shuddered through another contraction, one that was thankfully unimpeded by the tentacle. it still took some time to get them all the way down, i was still too tired to push and had to rely on my contractions and instincts, but i finally could feel the first egg started to crown in my pussy. it felt strange, i could feel myself bulging as another contraction came and pushed it forward even further. i gasped at the feeling of being stretched so wide and involuntarily clenched, holding the egg in place at what must have been its widest point. the tentacle started rubbing my clit gently, attempting to relax me, and another contraction soon came that allowed me to lay my first egg. i could only hope its siblings came easier

#nsft #ovi #ovipos #birth kink #giving birth #labor kink #birth denial #tentacles nsft #monster fucker #ftm nsft #ftm sub #nb nsft #nb sub #send dirty asks #send dirty dms #send dirty messages #tentacles

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dominicfikue · 8 hours

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊! ... a matthew sturniolo series. 𓏲๋ 𓂃 — introduction.

ׄ ׅ ྀ PAIRING. asshole!matt & poc!popstar!fem!oc

headline. one year later— her career blooming, skin glowing with any and every one kneeling at her feet. yet here she is, craving him. missing him, even if he was the worst boyfriend she ever had. it seems like everything she tried to forget him, isnt working. there’s no other choice but to do what she does best; write a song.

✶ ׅ ࣪ look out for. ANGST ANGST! first half is a flashback (will be in italics). matt being a total asshat.. thats it i think

↳ heavily based on: get him back by olivia rodrigo.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌. april 20th, 2024.

♡　＃　𓂃 the atmosphere in the living room was more than stuffy. harmony and matt had been going back and forth for about an hour, taking hurtful jabs at each other. arguments were never her thing but as of now, it was very much needed to get through to him. he got heated over the smallest things and deep down, it started to feel like he got a kick from it— seeing her cry and break down after he made a big deal over nothing. she just couldn’t take it anymore, take him.

“you bug me for everything else har, so why couldn’t you just tell me you were going out? especially with alexis.” he grumbles, blowing out angry air as he walks further into the kitchen. harmony sighs, sliding a hand down her face. she chose to ignore his attempt to shame her best friend, knowing he tried to make a move on her while harmony was out in boston, visiting family.

“for the ten thousandth time, i did tell you. i reminded you every day this week but you didn’t listen. then again, i’m not surprised.” she retorts, the need to be nice to keep his ego intact long, long gone. matt freezes, her words obviously getting to him. “and what’s that supposed to mean?” matt questions, turning around to face her.

“it means.. you only listen to me when it concerns you, matt. you don’t care about me anymore and i realize that now. i-i mean, when i told you i finally got the singing gig i’ve been dreaming of, you didn’t congratulate me. didn’t even say you were proud.” harmony stumbles over her words slightly, tears boiling in her waterline.

a scoff of disbelief leaves the brunettes lips as he rests his elbows on the kitchen island. “i have my own shit to worry about, harmony. so, my apologies if i’m not jumping and screaming over some gig.” he says sarcastically, his eyes focused on the marble.

if someone told her last summer that this is what her relationship would be like, she would have laughed in their face. harmony stares at him, the tears streaming down as she shakes her head. harmony finally realizes that this argument is getting the pair absolutely nowhere. stressing herself out to make him love her wasn’t an option anymore.

“get out.” she sobs, walking towards the front door and opening it wide. matt’s energy quickly changes, his once cold demeanor now apologetic. “wait baby. c’mon, we can talk this out. it was just a petty argument, i didn’t mean it. ” his voice soft and light, as if he was trying to persuade her into letting him stay. not this time. she had put her foot down.

“matthew. please, just leave, okay? don’t make this harder than it already is.” harmony mutters, loud enough for him to hear. the two stare at each other, waiting for someone to say something. when no one does, matt grabs his car keys and walks to the door. before walking out, he stops in his tracks. “is…is it over? are we over?” he questions, his head hung low. harmony looks away, the lights suddenly entertaining.

“yeah.” she says. a defeated sigh leaves matt as he nods, his feet carrying him outside to his car. harmony almost immediately closes the door behind her, her loud cries echoing throughout her apartment. she knew this was the best thing for her but at the same time, he was her everything. she hopes that with this weight lifted from her shoulders, she’ll be able to be the best she’s ever been.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

♡　＃　𓂃 and boy, was she right. two months after the break up, she released her first album with the help of her lovely best friends, gabriella & francis and it went crazy. the entire world knew her name, loved her music and she couldn’t help but be happy now. or at least, she felt like she was.

truth be told, she never fully got over him. of course, she had flings and one night stands but they weren’t matt. even though he treated her terribly, the early stages of their relationship was like heaven. she misses it. she misses him. she wanted him back.

“earth to harmony… hello?!” gabriella exclaims, waving her hand in front of her face. harmony snaps out of her daze, blinking at the girl next to her. “hm.. yeah? what’s up?” she asks, confused on when and how her friends got here.

“what’s up? jesus, har. you gotta stop smoking weed! i was asking if you wrote anything yet?” gabi questions, looking at the closed notebook resting in harmony’s lap. her eyes follow gabi’s, a bright lightbulb going off in her head. she knew exactly what she was gonna write a song about.

“not yet, but i might have an idea.” harmony gleams, a grin spreading across her face.

solai speaks. intro to my matt series.. how we feeling????? i’m so excited you have no idea. still debating on making a cast post so u can see the faceclaims soooo :p. plz reblog n comment it would srsly mean the world to me <3.

taglist. @fawnchives @prettyvyll @trickywritters @breeloveschris @gnxosblog @khxna @firexovni @tylerstacobell @ivonchetooo1239 @bernardsgf @dracoflaco @strniolo @paibey @hearts4chriss @sturniololo @rootbeerworshiper @tillies33ssss @katluckybear @realuvrrr @junnniiieee07 @ireadstoriss @summerssover

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nicoline1998enilocin · 3 days

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Every step of the way

PAIRING || Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.6K

SUMMARY || Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || RPF. Established relationship. Use of nicknames (Princess). Slight hurt/comfort. Wedding anniversary celebration. Cuddling. Kissing and making out. An almost criminal amount of fluff.

WARNINGS || Angst. Dentophobia/fear of the dentist. Anxiety. References to anesthesia. Referenced wisdom teeth removal. Lots of praise and reassurance.

A/N || This one-shot is requested by a very sweet Anon! I wish you the best of luck during the procedure of having your wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and I hope this fic brought you all the comfort you could possibly need! This story is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1. Thank you so much! 💙

A/N 2.0 || As of 14 April 2024, my requests are closed. I will work through the backlog of requests for the foreseeable future - once they are opened again, I will make an official announcement on my blog! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomfluffbingo || Toothache Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Covered with [kisses] Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Cold hands + 'I'll do anything to keep you right here with me.' + 'Here's the day you hoped would never come.' Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || ''Trust me." Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || It has been an honor Masterlist || @ultimatechrisbingo || Walk on the beach

GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Chris Evans Masterlist

It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon as you walk on the beach with your husband, Chris, and your dog, Dodger. The sun is shining bright on you both, and he's wearing shorts and a shirt while you're dressed in a stunning sundress that flows around you beautifully with the wind coming from the ocean.

Dodger constantly runs back and forth with his tennis ball as you and Chris alternate between throwing. Your hands are interlaced, and now and again, he squeezes softly while looking over at you fondly. It's the weekend of your tenth wedding anniversary, and he surprised you with a trip to the beach with all three of you.

"What's on your mind, Princess?" Chris says after you've been awfully quiet for a while. He stops you in the middle of your tracks as he turns your bodies towards each other, and you're practically standing chest to chest.

"Nothing," you sigh as you cast your eyes down, pulling Chris into a much-needed hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck while his arms wrap tightly around you, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You have to have your wisdom teeth removed in a few days, and he knows how afraid you are, but he will be there every step of the way.

"You're going to be okay, Princess. Trust me," Chris whispers, and you nod before letting a couple of tears glide down your cheeks, absorbed by the fabric of his T-shirt. The two of you stay there for a few minutes until Dodger interrupts the moment by jumping against you both, and you can't help but laugh through the tears.

"Okay, okay! I'll throw your ball, Buddy. No worries," you say between a few sniffles, wiping your tears away. Before you can bend down, Chris cups your cheeks to wipe the last tears away, and he captures your lips with a featherlight kiss that immediately leaves you wanting more. You bite your lip as he pulls away with a smile.

"I love you, and I promise you'll do amazing. I will be there every step of the way," he tells you, and you nod.

"Thank you, Chris," you whisper with a smile, and you finally bend down to throw the ball for Dodger, who runs after it like a dog with the energy of about five puppies combined. Chris pulls you into his side as you continue your walk, and after about an hour, you finally arrive back at the apartment you two have rented for the weekend.

Dodger is completely tuckered out as he's lying in the last bit of sun for the day, and you're in the kitchen cutting up some fruit while Chris is running both of you a relaxing bath. Seeing how it's the last evening of your anniversary vacation, he's planning on going all out to make it truly unforgettable.

"Are you ready for a relaxing bath, Mrs. Evans?" Chris asks as he stands behind you, his hands on your hips, lightly swaying you both from left to right to the soft music he turned on.

"I am, and how about you, Mr. Evans?" you ask as you turn in his hold, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. When your chests touch, you feel your heart beating faster, and he bends down to put his forehead against yours.

"More than you know," he whispers against your lips as he leans in to kiss them softly, and you both slowly deepen the kiss. Your hands glide through his hair as soft moans escape from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. He pulls away all too soon for your liking, but he looks at you with a love-filled look that has your insides on fire at the sight.

"Come on, let's enjoy that bath together," he says before stealing one last kiss and grabbing your hand to lead you to the large bathroom. There, he put a few candles to add to the atmosphere, two glasses and a bottle of wine, lots of rose petals, and a rose-scented bath bomb in the bath. The music in the background finishes it off, and he closes the door behind you both to give you all the privacy you two could need.

Chris slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties in front of him, and his mouth curls into an appreciative smile.

"So beautiful," he says while his hands glide over your body, and your neck and shoulders are covered with kisses. Once you're completely bare for him, he turns you around so you have the opportunity to undress him, too - which you gladly do. From revealing his broad shoulders and small, muscular waist to revealing his bare, strong thighs, you take your time to unwrap him like a present on Christmas morning.

Chris first steps into the bath when he's completely bare, guiding you into the warm water to ensure you won't slip and fall. As soon as you're seated on his lap, Chris pours you a glass of your favorite wine before handing it to you. During your entire time in the tub, you two share many loving moments, funny jokes, and sweet touches and feed each other pieces of the fruit you've cut.

The entire time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, and this is one of the best surprises Chris has ever prepared. He's never shy about wanting to surprise you, and something he goes all out, but moments like these will forever be your favorite.

"Thank you for everything this weekend. I will never forget it," you tell your husband as his hands softly massage your stomach underwater.

"You don't need to thank me, Princess; I'd happily give you the moon if I could, so this is the least I could do for my girl during our special weekend," he tells you, and you smile at his words. A warm feeling spreads through your body as he calls you his girl - even after being married for a decade.

"I love you, Chris," you tell him before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft, pink lips softly, his facial hair tickling your hands a little bit.

"I love you too, Princess," he whispers against your lips, gradually deepening the kiss again, which you can never get enough of. Your husband's hands roaming over your body while you two get lost in a kiss is one of the best feelings in the world, and it's one you will look forward to every single day.

The day you have been dreading has finally arrived, as your alarm goes off too early for your liking. With a groan, you turn around and into Chris' waiting arms as he pulls you close against his hairy, bare chest.

"Mornin', Princess," he grumbles in his deep morning voice. If it were every other morning, you would have been more than happy to say good morning to him, but today's not an ordinary day because here's the day you hoped would never come.

"Do we really have to get up? I'll do anything to keep you right here with me," you try to convince your husband after your cuddle session is over, and much to your surprise, he gives in to your pleadings.

"Well, I suppose we do have about an hour before we have to be ready, so maybe I can calm your nerves a bit," Chris offers as he positions you on your back before caging you in by draping his body over you.

"Hmm, what did you have in mind?" you ask playfully, and the nerves are already calming slightly.

"I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he says with a roll of his hips against yours, his erection teasing you between your spread legs. You bite your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping at the friction, and Chris is nothing if not a man of his word as he spends the next 30 minutes pulling you apart until all you can think about is him.

"How're you feeling now, Princess? Are you still nervous?" Chris asks, and you giggle in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. He peppers your face with kisses before cleaning you both up and getting ready to head to the hospital.

Chris will be there every step of the way during your stay at the hospital, but despite that, the anxiety has definitely found its home in your body. You constantly bounce with your leg, you're having difficulty focusing on anything, and you're genuinely getting scared as soon as he pulls into the large parking structure that's attached to the hospital.

"Can you look at me for a moment, Princess?" Chris asks as he grabs hold of your hand. Your brows are furrowed as you look at him, and you're squeezing his hand as you do, but he doesn't mind.

"I know you're scared and anxious right now, but I promise to be there for you every step of the way, okay? From the moment you go into the treatment room, and they administer the anesthesia until you wake up after, I will be there, okay? I promise you that I am not going anywhere," he says, his large hands enveloping the hand closest to him.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-yeah, I trust you, Chris," you say with a small smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Okay, let's go inside then because they cannot come out here to do it," he jokes, and you smile at it despite not being in the mood for his silliness.

Not even 15 minutes later, you're being called in for your procedure, and Chris has called ahead of time to explain the entire situation. He's allowed to stay until you're completely under anesthesia, but after that, he has to leave the room until you're in the recovery room.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you're on the verge of tears as you squeeze Chris' hand tightly. He feels a bit of a knot in his stomach as he sees you like this. Despite that, he has to be strong for you. He can worry about himself later. Right now, you need him most.

"How are you feeling today, Mrs. Evans?" the dentist asks, but you don't answer. Instead, you look at your shoes while you fight against the tears threatening to spill over.

"It's okay, Princess. I'm here, okay? I promise you I won't go anywhere. I know you're scared and anxious, but he will make your toothache disappear, just like we talked about," Chris says, and you look over at him.

A certain warmth in his voice brings you a bit of calm, and you nod.

"Okay," you whisper, and even though your heart still feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you eventually lie down so everyone can start prepping you for the removal of your wisdom teeth. During all this, Chris is standing in your line of sight while he holds your hand, so you know he's not going anywhere.

"Alright, you can say your goodbyes now; once the anesthesia starts, it will only be a matter of second before you're in a deep sleep," the anesthesiologist tells both you and Chris.

"I love you so much, Princess, and I am so incredibly proud of you for doing this. You're such a brave girl for me right now," Chris whispers between soft kisses on your forehead.

"I'll be right here with you when you wake up, okay? It will be over before you know it, and then we can go home to see Dodger again," he says, and you smile at the mention of your dog.

"I love you, Chris," you say before a few last pecks on your lips, and then it's officially time for you to go to sleep. As promised, Chris is petting your cheek softly while you go to sleep, and shortly after, he's ushered out of the room so they can get started.

The procedure goes smoothly, and less than an hour later, you're sleeping off your anesthesia in the recovery room. Chris is seated in a chair on the side of your bed, his hand holding yours as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb. When a soft groan leaves your mouth, he's up and standing next to your bed.

"Welcome back, Princess," he says as he smiles at you. Your eyes slowly open as you're greeted by the sound of your husband's voice.

"Thank you," you groan, seeing you're still groggy from the anesthesia. Your cheeks are definitely swollen, but you have gotten some medication for the pain, and Chris has also gotten a prescription for more that you two can pick up as you head out of the hospital later.

"You have cold hands," you suddenly say, and Chris can't help but laugh at your comment, combined with the way you're clinging onto his hand for dear life, trying to warm it back up.

"I'm sorry. I've been sitting by your side for so long that my hands must've gotten cold," Chris explains, but all you can see is his face.

"Beautiful," you whisper to your husband, who smiles at you.

"You're also beautiful, Princess," he says with a reassuring smile, making your heartbeat skip.

"I like it when you call me that; do it again!" you tell him.

"Yeah? Do you like it when I call you Princess? That's good because I can assure you that you're by far the most beautiful Princess in the entire world. You even looked like one during our wedding day," Chris tells you.

"We're married? Ooooh, I'm a lucky lady," you sigh as you look at him with fond eyes. Chris knows it's a side effect of all the medication you have gotten combined with the anesthesia, but that doesn't make it any less funny when you act like this.

"We are. You have been the beautiful Mrs. Evans for the past ten years already," he tells you, and your eyes twinkle at the thought of being married to the handsome man beside your bed.

Shortly after, the nurse comes to check on you, and not long after, you're allowed to go home, where you can fully recover from your procedure.

"I'm going to cuddle with Dodger when we're home," you tell Chris as he carefully wheels you to the car in one of the hospital-issued wheelchairs.

"I think he would love that, Princess. He always loves you a lot," Chris says, and you nod. Once you're seated in the car and strapped in, your husband returns the wheelchair before joining you in the car.

"Thank you for being my chaperone today," you say as you look at Chris, and a warm smile lights up his face.

"It has been an honor to be there for you today. I know you needed me, and just like I vowed to you a decade ago, I will be there for you through sickness and health. I will always be here for you, Princess, every step of the way," he says before lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips.

He kisses it softly before driving home, and when you're there, Chris prepares the couch for you to lie on. It doesn't take long before Dodger joins you, and you're getting the cuddles from him you've been craving so much. Today has been stressful, but with Chris by your side, nothing bad could ever happen to you.

After all, he's right there with you every step of the way.

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Promised Part 14 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.6k

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Part 14 - Gaunt Manor

The weeks after Nagini had shed and you had added her skin into the antidote got more and more exhausting. The potion needed tending up to twelve times a day now and unfortunately, you didn’t own a time turner. Both Tom and you had not gotten a full night’s sleep in a while and it started to show. Every day that went by seemed to last for an eternity while the circles under your eyes carved deeper and deeper by the minute.

The curriculum had gotten more challenging, as the teachers were preparing their students for the N.E.W.T.s. Homework was harder and more time-consuming than in the years before and you had to study for hours afterwards as well. These things alone were enough to wear out most students from year seven. Because of that, thankfully no one got suspicious of how drained you looked. Except for Camille. She had started to ask a lot of uncomfortable questions whenever you had left to take care of the potion. She knew you too well. Sneaking out every two hours to go to the Come and Go Room on top of your studies and school work had drained you to the point where you must have looked like a walking corpse.

One day, when Professor Leveret dismissed you after an exceptionally long Astronomy lesson in the late evening, you had reached your breaking point and were on the brink of tears, pondering about failing every single subject at the end of the term. There was little to no energy left inside of you. So little, you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry, but merely stared into space with reddened eyes and parted lips. Tom brought you to his room that night and went to the Come and Go Room alone. And when you were in bed, you were too tired to fall asleep. You never knew that was even possible. But once you weren’t distracted anymore, your mind started to wander. It was impossible to keep up with everything at once. You would either fail your N.E.W.T.s or spoil the potion. The latter would be worse of course and for no price would you let your sister down, so you mentally prepared yourself to leave Hogwarts without graduating. Oh, there were the tears. Finally. They ran and flowed along with hollow sobs and wouldn’t stop now that they were coming.

What if the Gaunts were so appalled by your failure that they would call the wedding off before you could cure Elsie? They could easily paint you as a disgrace for not completing school and make your sister pay for it. No matter how it would turn out, they would take it out on her. The plan had worked so well until now and yet you were still desperately trapped inside Marvolo’s web.

Half an hour must have passed when Tom came back. The cushion beneath you was damp from the tears that had rolled down your cheeks and you held your breath to prevent another whimper from escaping your mouth. You hastily wiped your face and turned your back on him, trying to breathe slowly and act as if you were asleep. But he noticed, of course. And even his well-chosen words of comfort couldn’t ease your mind. You couldn’t let yourself fall into his touch and allow yourself to drift off to sleep because you knew that in two hours, the circle would start once again.

The next day, when you sat on Tom’s sofa together to study for Transfiguration, and you had just started reading the same paragraph for the third time since you just couldn’t concentrate, it just rolled off your tongue.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Tom looked up from his book. “What, the twentieth chapter? I just-”

“No, not this,” you sighed and threw your book on the coffee table. “I mean everything. This whole situation. It’s too much.”

“Well,” he said and laid his book aside too. “It certainly is a challenging time. The N.E.W.T.s, the schoolwork and the antidote.”

Challenging was an understatement. “I just need a full night’s sleep, or two. And you do too. We need help, it’s inevitable.”

“Help?” he asked, brows raised. “What do you have in mind? Ask Hilt to look after the potion?” His expression changed once he had seen how you shifted. “No. Don’t tell me that’s what you were thinking.”

“I thought about asking Camille for help. She wouldn’t tell anyone and she’s always been great at Potions,” you explained. “And then I thought, Ben would ask her where she’s going all the time. He wouldn’t leave her alone anyway. So I considered telling them both.”

Tom looked like he had been petrified for a second, not moving a muscle. “But you’d have to tell him about the pact.”

“I know.”

“That’s what he was after since the beginning.”

“Yes. But I think we can trust him.”

“You think?” he asked. “Why, because he’s stopped Freda’s quill? That’s enough to gain your trust?”

“It’s not like we have a lot of options, Tom,” you replied, slowly but surely getting annoyed by his constant suspicions. “Camille wouldn’t be with him if he was a snitch.”

“We will just plan better. It won’t be easy, but we-”

“No. This is too much work for two people. Just look at us. We’re both barely keeping up. It won’t be long until we’re completely worn out. We need help.”

Tom’s brows were furrowed, still not convinced even if he understood. You stretched out your hand towards him and waited for him to hold it. “If we don’t ask for help we’re going to mess up. I’ll either fail my N.E.W.T.s or the antidote won’t be finished. No matter what happens, Elsie will pay for it. Please.”

Camille and Ben looked at Tom and you like you had both lost your minds when you took them to the seventh floor. They had asked so many questions on the way there, but you were far too tired to answer them all. Besides, they would just be able to see for themselves in a bit.

When you arrived, you said to them once more, “I’m going to show you something now. And it is unbelievably important that you understand this needs to stay between us. No one else must know.”

Camille and Ben nodded, both with serious and still confused looks o n their faces.

“And might I add,” Tom said as he looked directly at Ben. “That my memory charm is very powerful. If you can’t keep your mouth shut I’ll obliviate you and I might even make you forget that you have magic running through your veins.”

Ben nodded again. “Alright mate, I got it.”

The door to the Come and Go Room appeared and the two wore the same expression that you must have had when you had first seen it.

“Come in,” you said as you opened the door.

The room was a bit tight with the four of you in there. You stirred the liquid inside the cauldron like you did each time while Ben and Camille looked around curiously.

“A potions room?” Camille asked once the door had been closed. “Now, can you please tell us what’s going on?”

You looked at Tom, who stared back at you, lips pressed together and still unsure if what you were about to do was a good idea. But still, he nodded. He had every right to be suspicious, you had to admit now that you had brought them there. But Camille was to be trusted and frankly, you were far too tired to think of any consequences.

So you began to tell them everything from where it all had started, a day before the school year, at your house. Camille knew half of the story already, but once you told them about the Gaunts and that they were the ones who had cursed Elsie, she stood there wide-eyed, just like Ben.

“And this is why I wanted to ask you both for your help with the potion,” you said once you had told them every detail. “If you don’t mind of course. If you’re willing to help, everyone would just have to come here three times a day. That would make our lives a lot easier.”

They didn’t even need to look at each other and nodded right away.

“Of course,” Camille said. “It all makes sense now. Oh, you must be exhausted. Twelve times a day?”

“I can come more often if you want,” Ben chimed in. “I don’t have as much to do as you, my N.E.W.T.s are still a year away and I wouldn’t have bothered studying much this year anyway.”

“What a surprise,” Tom muttered, even though there was a hint of a smirk on his face.

“One more question,” Ben said. “What about the last ingredient? Banshee tears you said, right? Where are you going to get those?”

“Well. That’ll be the final obstacle.”

“My uncle owns a flask,” Tom explained. “He and my Grandfather will be out next week and we’ll go and try to get them. Our house-elves will be on high alert however, so it’s going to be risky.”

“So,” Ben said. “When are we going?”

“We?” Camille and you asked simultaneously.

“You can’t sneak your way in anyway with the elves around, right?” he said. “Four people are a better distraction than two. I’m in.”

“You weren’t even invited in,” Tom said.

“I don’t care,” Ben shrugged. “I’m still in if you need me.”

Tom sighed as he walked in circles around the cauldron, his hand covering his mouth while he considered Ben’s offer. “As much as I hate to admit it,” he then said. “I think you might be right. A distraction could be of benefit.”

“See?” Ben chuckled. “The muggleborn isn’t that dumb after all.”

“Oh brush off the arrogance, Hilt. We don’t have the flask yet.”

“Boys, please. Let’s discuss that another time and let me show you how to tend to the potion.”

You spent the following week planning for Saturday, when the Gaunts would leave their manor to attend the honouring of the Order of Merlin. You had also gotten some most needed hours of sleep. Not only that but just knowing that Camille and Ben were taking some weight off your shoulders made it much easier to concentrate on school and homework as well.

On Saturday evening, when you met at the school‘s fireplace connected to the Floo-Network, you went over your plan again.

“And don’t forget,” Tom said. “There are two house-elves. They’re loud, but not very bright. Much like some Gryffindors.”

Camille stifled a laugh and looked over to Ben.

“Mate,” Ben replied. “Can you stop bullying me? I’m helping you out here.”

“Sorry,” Tom answered and bit the inside of his cheek. “I was just joking.”

“Oh yes. Riddle’s first joke in eighteen years and of course I take the fall.”

“Guys,” you scolded. “Get it together. Do you remember everything?”

“Yes,” Camille replied. “We are Theresa Carrow and Connor Prewett, your new and very pureblooded friends. We’ll be distracting the house-elves while Tom and you look for the flask. Once you got it, Tom will obliviate them and we'll come right back here.”

“Alright then,” you said as you watched Tom disappearing inside the fireplace. “See you there.”

The green flames consumed you whole once you let the Floo Powder fall and transported you swiftly to Gaunt Manor, where you found yourself in a dark hallway, the reception hall, perhaps.

Tom was there already and offered his hand for you to step out of the fireplace. Camille came next, followed right by Ben. Before you could say anything, you heard two raspy, high-pitched voices coming your way.

“Who is it?” one voice asked. “Master? Is it you?”

“Show yourselves,” the other voice croaked and the elf snapped her fingers, making all the candles around the room light up. It still was dim, but you could see them a bit better now. Both of them were wrinkly and old, their faces scrunched up in suspicion. They didn’t look like the elves at your home but were hunching and worn out, completely different to Tummy. The male elf, Scrook, missed a large piece of his left ear and the female one, Hokey, walked with a severe limp.

“Master Riddle,” Scrook said once he had detected him and bowed tediously. “What do we owe the honour? Master Gaunt didn’t tell us you would visit today.”

“He didn’t?” Tom asked. “He must have forgotten. I told him that I’d come by today. Isn’t he here?”

“No Master,” Hokey answered. “They just left thirty minutes ago. Should we inform them for you?”

“Not necessary. I just wanted to treat my friends to dinner, you see. May I introduce you to Miss Carrow, Mister Prewett, and my fiancée.”

“Oh, networking, yes,” Scrook said and bowed once again. “Welcome to Gaunt Manor.”

“Shall we prepare some food for you, Master?” Hokey asked.

“Certainly. Bring my guests to the sitting room, will you? I’ll join in a bit.”

“Of course, Master. Of course.”

The two elves escorted Camille and Ben to the back, bickering and wrangling like an old couple.

“Quick now,” Tom whispered to you and walked the opposite way, towards the basement. The whole mansion was cold and dark, mahogany bleakly spread across the floors and even on some walls. The marble staircase in the entrance hall might have looked impressive, but only added to the frigid aesthetic of the house.

“Allow me to ask, Mister Prewett,” Scrook said while Ben and Camille took a seat. “What magical family do you belong to? I’ve never heard your last name before.”

“I, uh. I’m related to the Black family,” Ben said.

“The noble and most ancient house of Black,” Hokey crowed. “What an honour.”

The corridor to Morfin’s chamber was long, you had walked there for at least a minute, and it got even colder with every step you took. When you finally reached the door at the far end, Tom halted and you took a deep breath. He turned the doorknob, but the entry remained closed.

“Locked,” he said. “Alohomora.”

The door stayed shut. Tom frowned. That would have been too easy.

“A different spell?” you asked. “Or is there a key somewhere?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s a charm.”

Merlin’s beard. What could it be? What could Morfin have done to lock the door? Something that only he or Marvolo would be able to use.

“What about Parseltongue?” you asked. “Does Morfin know it too?”

“Yes,” Tom answered and proceeded to speak unfamiliar words in the language. The doorknob clicked and sprung open by itself. “There we go.”

Meanwhile, in the sitting room, one of the elves got more and more interested in Ben and Camille’s backstory. “Can Scrook offer you a drink Miss? Sir?” he asked, while Hokey was busy in the kitchen. “Please, if you don’t mind, Mister Prewett. Would you tell me how exactly you’re related to Arcturus Black? Master Morfin is on good terms with him and I wonder why I’ve never heard of you before.”

When you entered Morfin’s chamber you were surprised by its size. It was almost as large as the entire Potions classroom in Hogwarts. Dead bats and shrunken heads were hanging down from the low ceiling here and there, along with strange feathers and strings that must have been some creature’s strands of hair. Despite its size, the room was crammed with bottles, finished potions and ingredients of all sorts. It wasn’t messy, not at all, but very chaotic for anyone unfamiliar.

“Morfin arranges everything by type,” Tom said. “Liquids from living creatures must be in this corner then.”

You both started opening one drawer after another and looked for anything that could possibly be Banshee tears.

Ben and Camille still got cross-examined by Scrook. “Interesting, interesting. Mister Black is your great-uncle, you say. Have you met him lately?“

In the chamber, you had searched for over ten minutes already, and gone through hundreds of little flasks. The number of different liquids in this room must have been in the thousands. Slughorn’s stock was absurdly small compared to this.

“Can’t we just use a summoning charm?” you sighed, going through your fifteenth drawer of vials filled with animal blood.

“No,” Tom said while closing a drawer. “The elves would notice it immediately.”

You shoved yet another drawer shut. “Bloody hell. What if it’s hidden?”

“That’s possible,” he mumbled, still scanning over all the flasks inside the cupboard.

“Wait,” you said. “What if we’re looking in the wrong place?”

“All liquids are here, as I said.”

“Yes, but I just remembered. Slughorn said this years ago. Banshee tears when stored, turn into tiny, pearly white crystals.”

Tom lifted his head to look at you.

“Where are the solids stored?”

He pointed at the opposite corner of the room. “Over there.”

At the same time, Hokey brought appetisers into the sitting room. “Enjoy,” she grumbled, her tone not fitting her kind words.

“Thank you,” Ben said after he and Camille had taken some canapés from the tray.

Both elves froze, deeply offended. “Sir, you have not just thanked Hokey, have you?” Scrook asked.

“Of course not,” Camille answered, holding her head high. “What are you thinking? He thanked me for handing him a canapé.”

“I see,” Scrook said, eyes narrowed. “I’ll go and look for Master Riddle now. He’s taking awfully long, whatever he’s doing.”

“No!” Camille and Ben shouted which led the elf to turn back around.

“No,” Camille repeated, her voice a lot calmer. “I’d like to know more about this house. Can you tell us how long you have worked for the Gaunts?”

In the chamber, you went through the flasks and glass containers on the other side of the room, where the solid ingredients were stored, while Tom still roamed the liquids. And finally, between fairy wings and unicorn liver, lay a tiny flask of Banshee tears.

“Got it,” you called. “There it is.”

Tom walked right over and checked out the flask too. “Very smart thinking.”

“Let’s go.”

Scrook had gotten disturbingly close to Ben. “I’ll gladly tell you all about this house, Miss,” he said, not taking his eyes off the boy. “When Mister Prewett reveals his real name.”

“My real name?” Ben asked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not a pureblood, are you?” the elf hissed. “I can smell it.”

“Excuse you, elf! I must have misheard you,” Camille bellowed. She was a much better actress than Ben. “You surely didn’t mean to insult Mister Prewett in that way. Now apologise.”

Before they knew it, Scrook had gripped Ben’s hand and pulled it towards himself, sniffing at the inside of Ben’s underarm. “I knew it!” the elf yelled. “Mudblood! Hokey quick, alarm the Masters!”

Hokey came running in from the kitchen at the same time as Tom and you arrived in the sitting room. All three of you stood there in the archway and looked at Camille, Ben and Scrook in disbelief.

“Traitors!” Scrook screamed and accidentally knocked the tray of canapés off the table. “What have you done, Master Riddle? Bringing a mudblood into these halls.”

Ben had finally wrenched his arm away from the elf, holding on to it tightly while standing up straight, his chest heaving.

“The Masters must know,” Scrook whined and turned around. “We have to tell them immediately, Hokey.”

“Enough,” Camille said as she rose from her seat. “Stupefy!”

In an instant, Scrook fell to the floor without another word, completely unconscious. Hokey let out a yelp at the sight, turned around and ran toward the kitchen.

“Quick, before she apparates,” you shouted.

“Stupefy,” Tom called with his wand pointed at Hokey. “We don’t have much time. The charm wears off on elves much quicker than on humans.”

Ben and Tom dragged the two elves to the entrance hall and dropped them next to the fireplace, while Camille cleaned up the mess on the floor, where the canapés had landed.

When you had gathered by the fireplace again, Scrook already opened his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Leave,” Tom urged and pointed his wand at the elves. “Obliviate.”

Camille went first and disappeared into the flames, followed by Ben and you.

Back in Hogwarts, when Tom stepped out of the fireplace, you finally felt like you were able to breathe again.

“We did it,” you said and fell into his arms. “I can’t believe we really did it.”

Tom held you for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, then moved his head and looked at Ben when he let go. “What happened?”

Ben still hadn’t calmed down. He rubbed his hands on his trousers and shook his head. “I don’t know. They were shocked when I thanked them for serving us food. Then the elf said he could smell that I’m not a pureblood.”

“You thanked them?” Tom asked. “Elves don’t accept that.”

“How am I supposed to know that? I’ve never seen a house-elf before.”

“Forget about that now,” Camille interrupted. “Did you get them? The Banshee tears.”

“Yes,” you said and pulled them out of your pocket. “We got them.”

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3.102 Negotiations

I thought about the whole money tree argument all night, and while I understood Sophia's concerns, it still didn't sit well with me. Dub's words from his note echoed in my head. "Financial freedom to pursue your dreams," he said. I knew she preferred to live a simple life, but didn't she have bigger dreams than just being married to me and raising our children? I heard the TV on, so I got up to address the topic again. My goal wasn't to change her mind—though I hoped she would—but to present my case coherently. I was blinded by the simoleons I didn't even have yet and failed to put a counteroffer on the table. If she could hear my thoughts, maybe she could see it in a different light.

"Good morning," I said.

"Have you ever seen this show? It's so fun!"

"Uhh...no. Can we talk?"

"Of course," she said, turning off the TV. "What's on your mind so early?"

"I want to revisit the money tree situation."

"Okay. Sure."

"You presented your reasons for limiting its use, but I don't think I did a good job explaining why I think we shouldn't, and I'd like you to hear what I think."

"Okay," she said slowly. "So, what's up?"

"You said it would be an insult to return the gift, but I think it would be an insult to ignore Dub's wishes."

Her eyebrow went up a little bit, but she was still tracking with me, so I went on.

"I understand your hesitation, but we don't have to let the money change anything about us. We can be ourselves, but with peace of mind and more opportunities. I think maybe your childhood is influencing how you're seeing this, but so is mine. I'm gonna tell you a different part of my story so you can see where I'm coming from."

"Sure."

"Okay..."

I took a deep breath and hoped my story would work some magic.

"You've been around my parents enough to know my mom is the one with the money."

"Yeah. That's obvious."

"Right. She spoiled us...she still does, heh. But we weren't spoiled brats. We had everything we needed, and a few things we wanted, but we didn't live extravagantly. We went to public school, wore regular clothes, and lived in a middle class neighborhood. For a long time, my mom had an office job. And even now, she still works her candle business. We weren't rich by any means. We were comfortable. I know this because when we went to my dad's house, it was not comfortable. He came home tired every day and didn't have the energy to spend time with us. He never took us anywhere, and there was nothing to do at his house-"

"But that's not what-"

"Wait. Let me finish. I haven't made my point yet."

"Okay. Sorry."

"My grandparents bought my mom a little house and gave her a chunk of money when she moved out so she could have peace of mind and time to explore the world and figure out what she wanted to do without the pressure of bills and working a job she hated."

Sophia nodded and smiled, giving me hope that my story already inspired her to change her mind.

"When we moved out, she did the same thing for us…except for the house, of course. It wasn't a ton of money, but I could have gotten a cheap apartment if I wanted to."

"Or a tiny house," she said, gesturing vaguely.

"Ha! Yeah, I could have afforded this. She's still taking care of us. I keep telling her she doesn't need to keep doing things for us, but all she says is when I have a child, I'll understand."

Sophia nodded.

"Yeah...I remember hearing her say that in Tartosa."

"Yeah... I may not have a child yet, but I do want to give it every opportunity I had and then some. I don't want it to worry and feel how we felt at my dad's house."

"I get that. I don't want that either."

"And what you said about your parents. They were older when they adopted you because it took forever to save the money. If we want to send off our children with a little something, we have to start saving now. We can't wait until a week before they're gone to start harvesting the tree. Maybe we don't take from it every day. Maybe just once or twice a week, or whenever we think about it. But just leaving the tree alone until we need it? That's not gonna give our children the kind of future I want them to have. I want to continue what my grandparents started. I don't think we should waste this opportunity."

She sat there, nodding and staring at me like she didn't realize I was done. But then she turned away, stared at the floor, and sighed.

"Wow... Your family history is filled with so much love and support."

I grabbed her hands, hoping to seal the deal and provide a little comfort.

"Yes. And you're part of that family now. I just want to continue the cycle. That's all. I don't want to start wearing labels and buy a big house in Del Sol. I just want to spend time with my family without consequence."

"I can't argue with that. I'm still not letting you give up on yoga, though."

I laughed. "I didn't expect you would."

"And to be clear," I continued, "I'm not gonna give up. I just don't want to be in a position where I'm still hustling and missing everything going on at home. You'll be here, so I know everything will be fine, but I want to be here too. I want our children to have all the benefits of living in a two-parent house."

"That's beautiful, Luca. I see the whole picture now. I've just decided I'm definitely not to going back to work."

I beamed at her.

"Really?? That's awesome! I love that for you."

"So, what do you think you'll do?"

"I don't know yet. I don't want to give up on teaching just yet, but I'll probably spend more time on SimTube. I have time to figure it out, though. Speaking of the hustle...I gotta go. I love you, Sophia. I love our life, and I can't wait to see how it turns out."

"I love you more!"

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