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𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜/𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝙰/𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.

"𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

"𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨." 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.

"Ｓｍｉｌｅ!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.

"𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝.

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞!

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.

"Ｓｍｉｌｅ 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲/𝐧." 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞?" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲.

"𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡!" 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞.

"Ｓｍｉｌｅ! " 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞.

"𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.

"𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲!" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚.

"Ｓｍｉｌｅ! " 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝...

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛!

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Midnight Rain Ch. 2

(I am so sorry for the long delay, I've been going through so much shit in RL & my writing has taken a backseat to everything, but im working on it and hopefully NaNoWriMo kicks me back into doing what I love!! Enjoy Chapter 2 of Midnight Rain :P )

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

“Did you have to be such a bitch about it?!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed after Brooke who turned and slapped him. “You don't have the room nor the worth to stand there and call anyone a bitch when you didn't even have the balls to fucking tell him about what happened!!” Brooke and Sebastian continued to yell at each other, Chris sat in the living room for a moment listening to them fight. He got up, walking up the stairs and moved past them down the hallway as they fought before stopping at your door.

You were lying in bed, facing the window when you heard the door open; You glanced over your shoulder to see Chris standing there. You shot up as you heard Brooke yell, “What are you doing?!” Chris shut the door behind him and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking down at the ground he didn’t dare bring a hand to touch you, or even face you. The silence felt like a weighted blanket draped over the two of you, holding you down in the shadows of a deadly secret.

“I was….saving our wedding photo….that’s how they caught me in our bedroom….when you left, I moved the only one I had from my office to our bedroom. I didn’t care if everything else got destroyed. I could buy new stuff all day long…but not that photo…” he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph of the two of you. He stared at it, the edges were burnt, and he smiled softly. “I love this photo…” he whispered. You were staring up at him, a doe eyed look, evident on your features. Chris was smirking at the camera, but he didn’t care how he looked, he only cared about how you looked in the photo. You were holding onto his arm, staring up at him. He fell in love with it the moment his mother had sent it from the photographers.

“I always liked that photo….” you whispered softly as he turned his head toward you, however his eyes remained on the floor. “You could have called me…” he said as you looked at him. “I was in a sedated state for two weeks in the hospital...they didn’t know if I would make it…Brooke informed them we were separated, that's why they didn’t call you.” you said. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said looking at you, finally meeting your eyes.

You looked at him, your eyes glistening with tears, “but I couldn’t protect our little girl…” you sniffled as he moved, engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. “But you protected yourself…now we can go after the son of a bitch who did this to our baby.” Chris whispered, rocking you gently as he rubbed your back, letting you sob into his chest. You clung to him for dear life, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms. “You don’t blame me?” you whispered looking up at him, as he looked down at you, “No baby…you did nothing wrong, this wasn’t your fault at all.” he whispered kissing your forehead.

You and Chris stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, until you’d both dozed off, Brooke and Sebastian had talked to Anthony, sharing what knowledge they all had about that night, which they’d learned what happened to you, and what happened to Chris seemed to happen on the same night. Anthony shared with them how Chris’s physical therapy was going and how he had been trying to figure out who came after him but they were coming up on a dead end.

“I mean…it had to be the Irish right? Who else is at war with Chris that they would try to kill Y/N, and his child?” Brooke asked as she poured each of them a drink. “It's just…..the Irish extended an olive branch to Chris months ago…..well before this happened. Which was weird in the first place.” Anthony said sipping the bourbon Brooke had poured.

Brooke glanced at Seb as she downed the contents of her own glass, causing both men to look at her. “Well that’s great I think but it still leaves the question of who is responsible for this?” She asked as Anthony shook his head; “I don't know…but we need to find out.”

When you woke up, Chris was snoring softly next to you. You hadn’t slept as well as you did that night, since you’d left Chris months ago. You watched him sleep for a little bit before rolling over and staring at the ceiling. You wondered what life would have been like, a little girl with him, would he have spoiled her? Would he’ve gotten up and done the late night feedings and changings? Would he have spent more time at home with you and her instead of out at the clubs? Yes. he would have been the most perfect father to the children you could of had together. A voice called in the back of your mind. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, wishing you could go back, beg Brooke to not leave that night.

“You look so beautiful in the mornings.” Chris whispered softly; you opened your eyes, seeing him watching you, as he smiled softly. You felt your lips pull back just a little, smiling for the first time in months. You both laid there, arms and legs tangled together, you both laid in silence for a while before a soft knock on the door alerted you both that you weren’t alone. “Y/N…I’m going to run to the store…Anthony is here for Chris so I’ll make sure Sebastian stays behind in case you need anything.”

“Why don’t I come to the story with you today?” you asked as you got up, Brooke was silent for a moment, “Are you sure? You haven’t left the house since you got home from the hospital.” Brooke pointed out. You walked over, opening the door so she could come in and nodded at her. “Yeah, I feel like I should go with you.” you said, giving her a shrug. “Gotta face the world sometime right?”

Chris sat up, “If you’re not up for it Y/N, don’t push yourself.” But you looked back at him and gave him a small tight smile, “It’ll be good for me, don't worry,” you changed into a pair of jeans, pairing it with a black shirt and tan sweater. You grabbed your purse and walked downstairs with Chris after he’d gotten dressed as well, smiling a little at Bucky and Brooke before looking at Chris, “Um…how about I call you later? We can talk and see how everything is going,” you said, shoving your hands in your pockets.

Chris looked taken back before he nodded, “Right, yeah, I’ll talk to you later and check in with you.” He grabbed his jacket before he looked at Sebastian, “When you get some time, let’s talk about a few things.” he shook his hand before walking out with Anthony.

You left with Brooke, going to the store for the first time since you were pregnant. You noticed how things looked different and the same, you carried on with light talking while you two drove on; and once at the store, you helped her grab a few different things. “Why don’t we get some snacks and have a movie night tonight?” Brooke asked as you smiled and nodded, “I’d really like that. I’ll go grab some chips, salsa, candy, and some stuff to make that dip your mom taught you to make!” you grinned as she did too, “yes!! Okay! I’m gonna go grab ice cream, toppings, and whatever else sounds good!” she took off toward the frozen section while you went to grab a basket and grab your list. This was the first time anything really had sounded good to you in a long time.

As you shopped you reached for a bag of chips, when another hand reached for the same bag. You looked over, withdrawing your hand and apologizing when the gentleman in front of you chuckled and handed you the bag. “I’m sorry, here, front bags are always fresher,” he said smiling at you. You were frozen like a deer in headlights, he was handsome, and a dazzling smile to match. “Oh, uh,” you let out a soft giggle, “Thank you, but go ahead, I can get a different bag.” you said looking up at him as he grinned at you, placing the bag down in your basket. “Don’t worry about it sunshine. I don’t mind.” he winked before turning to grab a bag himself. He was tall, with short, soft, blondish-brown hair, bright blue eyes and a dashing bright smile. “Well thank you sir,” you felt yourself blush as you stared at him, he was captivating as he stood tall and smiled down at you, “I’m Steve…Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you.

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