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I am so glad you ended it that way 😍😆 such a sweet couple!!! Love these two together 🥰

OK, so I decided to send some Tobias writers a Jesse GIF and ask them to write a little fic based on it. Feel free to play along if you like (or delete - no pressure!)

Okay 😂 Anyone who knows me on here knows I can NEVER resist a picture/gif prompt. This one you sent me @jerzwriter is not only perfect but also has made me think of so many different fic ideas. From the fluffy sweet to the angsty, I think I'll go with one somewhere in the middle 😉 So while I'm stalled on my OH series and all the others 😬, this at least got the inspiration going again.

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What Might Have Been

"Hey? Do you hear that?"

Tobias opened his eyes. He blinked at the darkness while a feminine form curled against his side. Though the previous night was foggy from overindulging in both top shelf whiskey and then the actions he'd gotten up to with the woman in his arms, he knew without looking that the hair that tickled his chin was a deep, rich red in color.

Her soft curves nestled up against his body brought back flashes of heated kisses and clothes being thrown about his townhouse.

His mind then slowly registered the sound of someone knocking at his front door.

One quick look at the nightstand clock revealed that it was a little after four in the morning. He couldn't think of anyone who would come to his home at this hour, especially one who would persistently keep knocking.

"Wait here." He whispered.

Getting up, he slipped on a pair of pajama pants and softly padded down the stairs. Stumbling over his discarded shoes and shirt at the foot of the stairs, he peeked out the window to see just who was determined to wake him up at such an ungodly hour.

His heart dropped at the sight of the woman at his door.

Swallowing, he turned the door handle. Seeing her standing at his threshold caused the previous night's events to come flooding over him.

*****************

Donahue's, mere hours ago...

"Come on!" Chris playfully shoved Tobias. "One more round."

Tobias chuckled as he refilled both their glasses with whiskey.

"Alright Chris," he smiled at her, "but this is the last round. Some of us don't want to fight a massive hangover in the morning."

She snorted in her laughter. Her gray green eyes sparkled as she looked at him with mock impatience. He couldn't think of anyone more adorable than her when slightly tipsy.

"Maybe you'll get lucky." She teased. "I might say something I haven't done that you haven't either."

"Uh huh." He rolled his eyes. "Given my age and my history, that seems highly unlikely."

Tobias unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. After agreeing to play this Never Have I Ever game with her, he'd drunk more than he had in a very, very long time. He thought the game was asinine at best but he could never refuse a chance to spend time with Chris.

She'd claimed this would be a more fun way for them to get to know one another. He'd been satisfied with their typical nights of sharing stories and yet, he loved seeing her playful/never willing to lose side show up at random times.

"Never have I ever..." Chris began.

She tapped her fingers on the bar. Her lips puckered with eyes narrowed in thought. He snorted softly to see her trying so hard to think of something that he probably had done at some point in his life.

She huffed with irritation when she came up blank with something to trap him in.

"Give up?" He taunted.

"No!" She exclaimed, unable to stop smiling at him. "I'm merely stalled."

"Thank God." He pushed his drink away. "Now can we hang out like normal people?"

"For now." She took a long sip of her drink. "But I will find something to win this game."

He winked at her. "I have no doubt that you will, Chris. I've learned to never underestimate that mind of yours."

Chris beamed at him for that compliment.

He made himself tear his eyes off her face. It was getting harder and harder for him to simply be her coworker turned friend. His flirtatious nature was dying to use everything within him to win her heart.

Chris was an attraction he didn't want to keep fighting against. It'd been about two years now since he'd joined Edenbrook's, famed diagnostics team and that was two years too long of holding back his ever growing feelings for the tall red head.

He knew why he kept holding back. One glance over to the opposite side of the bar revealed the man who had been in the very situation Tobias found himself in. From the bits and pieces both Ethan and Chris had revealed in his time at Edenbrook, Tobias knew the danger of falling for someone you worked closely with on a daily basis.

Unlike Ethan though, Tobias wasn't hesitant to actually be with Chris because of work. His was a worry more so in losing what they already had between them. Given his track record with women, he knew Chris could never be a simple notch on the old belt.

She was something infinitely more.

Eyeing the glasses, he picked his up, took a large gulp, and decided there was no time like the present to say what needed to be said.

"Don't look now," Chris whispered, "but someone has their eye on you."

Tobias looked around until he made eye contact with a woman with long, red hair. Her gaze was fixated upon him and a sultry smile played about her lips.

Chris's smile dimmed once he refocused on her. "Go on. I understand."

"Nah. I'm good." He set his glass down.

"Come on." Chris's laughter lacked its earlier joy. "Even I know that woman's a sure thing."

"I'm not interested in her." He folded his arms on the bar, angling his body towards Chris. "And I thought of a Never Have I Ever."

"Not interested?!" Chris narrowed her eyes in concern then felt his forehead. "Hmm. No fever."

"Hah, hah." He nudged her glass towards her. "Are we playing or what, Valentine?"

Chris hesitated, glancing back at the woman he was turning down.

"Okay. Hit me with what you got."

Tobias picked up his glass. His eyes lowered to the amber liquid swirling around and around while he drummed up the courage.

"Never have I ever," he took a deep breath, "admitted to the woman sitting next to me how much I want her."

Chris's glass landed on the table with an audible thud.

"That's not..." she blinked back a sudden rush of tears, "...Tobias, that's not funny."

"It wasn't meant to be." He reached for her hand. "I'm serious, Chris. I've wanted to tell you for a while now, but given your on and off again history with Ethan, I thought the timing might not be right."

Her stunned silence encouraged him to continue.

"I'm tired of waiting for the right moment, so this is it. I want to be with you."

Chris bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes searched his for the truth.

"You sure it isn't the whiskey making you think like this?" She prodded. "Because if you're looking for a one night stand, that woman who's been checking you out all night should be the one you use this line on, not me."

A couple of tears spilled out. She quickly dabbed them away with her fingertips.

"I'm tired of not knowing what men want from the beginning. And," she took a deep breath, "I want to be someone's only significant other for a change."

"That's what I want." He gripped her hand. "I want you and me to be together, as a couple."

Chris glanced over her shoulder at the man who had entangled her heart from the moment she met him.

"I need to go talk to Ethan."

Tobias felt his heart drop. He couldn't believe that this was the outcome of his confessing his feelings for Chris.

His fingers clinched around hers before slowly slipping away.

"Wait here." Chris told him, sliding off her barstool.

"Sure." He mumbled.

Tobias downed the rest of his drink, then finished off Chris's.

He watched Chris whisper to Ethan. The two of them headed outside to the back patio to talk. He refused to sit and wait on her returning to tell him she preferred Ethan over him. Why should he make himself even more miserable?

He pushed away from the bar and encountered the red head who'd been eyeing him all night.

"Hi." She cooed, smiling up at him.

His eyes drifted along her striking features. Though she was pale and had red hair like Chris, her eyes were a warm brown and she was a good deal shorter than the one who'd just broken his heart.

But...she was interested in him.

"I hope you weren't leaving without saying hello." She teased.

"No." He forced himself to smile at her. "I was instead going to see if you wanted to get out of here."

Looping her arm through his, she tugged him out the door.

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Tobias's home...

"Chris." Tobias rubbed his hands over his eyes, hoping this wasn't real.

He'd been so certain he'd brought her home when he first woke up.

"You, Dr. Carrick, do not wait well." Chris teased as she brushed past him. "I'm sorry it took so long with Ethan. We had more to discuss than I thought when I told him about us."

She took her coat off and hung it up on her way to sit down on his couch.

"You told him what exactly?" Tobias glanced up the stairs at his open bedroom door and silently prayed the woman in his bed didn't come down to investigate.

"I thought it only fair to tell him we are now a couple." Chris explained. "I never was really certain what he considered me as, so I wasn't sure if our discussion would be more of a breakup or a rehash that Ethan and I never really got the timing right."

"Oh." Tobias sat down beside her. "Are you okay?"

"I am now." She snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Once I realized you'd left, it took me forever to find a taxi."

"I..." his heart stopped when he heard the familiar creak of his fourth stair.

"Hey." The woman he'd brought home said timidly. "I uh, I think I should get out of here."

Chris whipped around, eyes wide, at the sight of the person who'd been at the bar.

The other red head gave a quick, apologetic wave then darted out his front door.

Tobias tried to keep Chris in his arms.

She shoved him away, scrambling to her feet.

"Chris!" He chased her into his entry hall. "I thought you were choosing Ethan! I didn't know--"

"Why in the hell would I tell you to wait on me if I was choosing him?!" She jerked her coat on. "I can't believe that I was stupid enough to actually have thought someone like you would want what I wanted."

"I do!" He shut his door when she wrenched it open. "Please, just--"

She pushed him away and ran out his door.

"CHRIS!" He yelled out, chasing her down the block. "PLEASE, DON'T--"

**************

"Tobias!"

He jerked awake, gasping for air as if he'd been drowning.

He reached over and flipped the lamp on, heart pounding in fear of the woman he'd see in bed with him.

"Hey," Chris wrapped her arms around him, softly kissing him. "It's okay."

He hugged her close, burying his head against her neck.

"No more thirty-six hour shifts for you." She teased, easing back some.

He gently cupped her face. His attention drifted from Chris to the platinum wedding band glistening in the lamp light that resided on his ring finger.

"Bad dream?" She caressed his cheek.

"The worst." He settled back against the pillows, pulling her within his arms.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked.

"No." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's talk about something happy."

"Like what?" Chris laid down next to him.

"Tell me our story." He said softly.

"Our story?" Her lips curved as she snuggled closer. "Okay. How far back are we talking?"

"All the way." He slipped his arm around her to tuck her more against his side.

"Once upon a time," she began. "A young doctor--"

"Exceptionally beautiful doctor." He corrected.

"A young, exceptionally beautiful doctor decided to have breakfast at a cafe with a friend. She saw a man--"

"Devastatingly handsome man." Tobias corrected once more.

"I was talking about the man Aurora and I helped." She poked him in the ribs.

"The devastatingly handsome man approached you afterwards." He continued.

Chris propped herself up on his chest. "Am I telling this or not?"

Tobias began to smile over the memory. "I asked you out right then and there."

"You did." She conceded. "And since you were cute, I said, yes."

"I fell for you right then." He murmured, exhaustion begining to take its toll.

"I fell for you too." She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "And so the couple dated. The devastatingly handsome man turned out to be a brilliant doctor who saved the exceptionally beautiful doctor's life."

"They married." He yawned, eyes closing as peace fell upon him once more.

"And lived happily ever after." Chris whispered.

Tobias's slow breaths allowed her a chance to relax once more beside him. Hugging him close, she fell into a deep sleep.

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Me, every time when I see an update of you: Eeeeek, you're here!!!!!! I miss you so much <3

Lol I miss you too!!! I only pop on every once in awhile cause I’ve been so busy. I hope school is going good!!! ❤️

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LOVE THIS 😍 I love all the little details you added that made it so realistic and it’s just so cute because now this is their everyday reality they get to live, but they still have fun with each other.

One Shot - Ethan x f!mc

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Ughhh the angst 😩

What Could Have Been (4/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,195

Series Masterlist

Chapter 4: New Normal. Old Habits. Time to accept the reset and explore new possibilities.

Whenever Cassie Valentine had imagined her life as a doctor, it invariably involved her medical hero, Ethan Ramsey. Back then, she had only known his words and thoughts on diagnostics.

She had come to Edenbrook to learn from him and hopefully impress him enough that he’d agree to mentor her. Falling in love with him hadn’t been part of her plan.

Their relationship hadn’t been the plan, and yet they were inevitable. Or so she had believed once upon a time.

Nothing lasts forever, she reminded herself as she got dressed for work. She would always carry a version of him in her heart, one she didn’t have but couldn’t lose.

Despite their awkwardness last week, their relationship had begun to… normalize. They were professionals, after all, and loved the work. When it came to the Diagnostics Team, Cassie was already learning so much.

Their latest case involving Lamar Stevenson was the perfect example. It would have never occurred to her to conduct a home visit to diagnose an illness. But the systematic way Ethan walked her through the process opened her eyes.

For a while, she forgot that they were no longer together as a couple. Once they were away from the hospital, the easy banter returned, and so did the light teasing she could never resist with him. Ethan could be too serious, but never with her.

“If I lived here, I would lose my mind,” she said dramatically, gazing at the placid bay.

The beach house didn’t even have the melodrama of angry waves crashing against the rocks. What exactly did people do with so much quiet?

“What about this would make you go insane?” Ethan asked in surprise, clearly not expecting her answer.

“Are you kidding?” She shook her head and spread her arms to encompass the scene. “It’s way too boring! I need to live in the middle of the action.”

“One would think you already get plenty of action,” Ethan grinned, his expression more relaxed than she’d seen in a while.

When Cassie raised one eyebrow, his face flushed, and he stumbled over his words. “I meant your casework. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Too late,” she almost quipped but suddenly remembered who they were, or weren’t rather, and swallowed her words.

When she almost fell off the chair while reaching for the photo album from the top of the armoire, she never doubted Ethan would catch her. But she hadn’t been prepared for the scent of his cologne and that feeling of rightness as he held her in his arms.

They stared at each other, blue eyes clashing with green, both reluctant to let go. Following instinct, she leaned closer, and he did the same, their foreheads almost touching.

This is how it could’ve been, Cassie thought wistfully. But it wasn’t; she was only torturing herself and him by letting the moment linger.

That was yesterday. Today, it was back to being Dr. Valentine and Dr. Ramsey.

Cassie exited the subway station with Sienna, half-listening to her friend talk about her intern Mitch. Her mind was jumbled with her dream of Ethan last night and Lamar’s worsening condition.

As they neared the hospital’s entrance, Sienna nudged her shoulder forcefully. Cassie glanced at her friend and realized someone was standing before them, blocking their way.

Nate Hanson looked just as good as she remembered. They had gone on one date six months ago but had flirted plenty over text. Conflicting schedules kept getting in the way of their second date.

And then things between her and Ethan changed after Miami. There wasn’t room for anyone else in her heart after that.

“Nate? What are you doing here?” she asked, wondering if she missed a message from Max that his friend was coming to Boston.

“Board meeting,” he said, smiling in a sincere way that was part of his charm. “My company concluded the research project with the hospital, so I’m presenting final recommendations to the board.”

Nate looked askance at Sienna, who was watching him with curiosity. Cassie quickly made the introductions.

“It’s good to see you, Cassie,” Nate said, the appreciative look in his hazel eyes boosting her self-confidence. “Is it too much to hope you’re still single?”

“She’s definitely single,” Sienna grinned cheekily.

Nate laughed, and Cassie threw her friend a disgruntled look. Unrepentant, Sienna waved it away and slid a lascivious sideways look at Nate.

His phone pinged, and he checked the screen. “Shoot. I have to head upstairs.”

He moved closer, and Cassie tilted her head back to gaze into his eyes.

“Can I please take you to dinner tonight? Our previous efforts at scheduling didn’t work, so let’s be spontaneous,” he added when Cassie looked doubtful.

“I get off at six,” Cassie relented.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven from your apartment. If that works?” Nate said.

“Seven is perfect,” Sienna piped in.

He smiled and winked conspiratorially at Sienna, making Cassie huff in exasperation.

“Don’t you want to know where I live?” Cassie called out as he started to walk away.

“I’m a hotshot CEO. I’ll find out,” Nate shot back cockily over his shoulder.

Suddenly, he turned around as if pulled by a string and slowly walked back toward her, looking abashed.

“Sorry. I was trying to be cool,” Nate said, nervously running one hand through his hair. “I have no idea where you live and, short of asking your brother, no way of finding out in a way that would be considered legal.”

“Give me your phone,” Cassie ordered, rolling her eyes but secretly amused too.

Later that day, Cassie sipped the coffee Alan Ramsey had bought her as thanks and absently reflected on her upcoming date.

But her mind kept drifting to Ethan and his vulnerability, barely there before his mask descended when his mother was mentioned. So much of his life was a closed book and always would be, she thought morosely.

Meeting his father, knowing Ethan had mentioned her to him, had been the highlight of her afternoon. And for another brief moment, back at the coffee shop, they’d forgotten about the reset.

She hated seeing Ethan upset and reached across the table to press her hand to his. He didn’t resist. Instead, he gently stroked hers with his thumb. The gesture was so loving and familiar tears pricked her eyes.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered, feeling his anger and pain.

Cassie wanted to wrap her arms around him, for him to be hers again so that she could comfort him in a way not allowed between colleagues. But the spell broke with his next words.

“I mean it, Cassie. This means nothing,” he said definitively. “I don’t even know why my father came all the way here to tell me.”

It was sobering to realize the man she loved could be so heartless. If he was willing to easily cut his mother off and call her a stranger, what chance did Cassie have that he’d eventually let her back into his life?

Despite his gentle touch, Ethan could be harsh and unforgiving. And she would do well to remember that.

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What??! Noooo 😩 this series is gonna kill me

A Kiss on the Hand (Part 2️⃣)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Hurt/Comfort; Angsty Fluff Word count: 2.1K Series Summary: After realizing just how much they mean to each other, Ethan and Sawyer express their love through a sweet hand gesture. A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram. This is three-part series.

Part One: Soulmates

Part Two: Always Three Times

In his car after the memorial service … apologizing for his behavior when Louise showed up at Edenbrook … after making love at Dagger Mountain … before her flight to Las Vegas … the night of the gala … and a hundred instances in between. 

Those were all the times Ethan had held Sawyer's hand to his lips and kissed it. Always three times.

She found it charming the way he did it before saying "goodnight" or "goodbye." Other times, it was followed by "thank you." Occasionally, it was after “I’m sorry.” And sometimes, it seemed to be for no reason at all. 

Toward the end of her shift, Sawyer's phone vibrated in the pocket of her lab coat. It was Ethan calling.  

“Hi, how are y-” her greeting interrupted.

“Can you … can you meet me? I … I need s-someone to … I need you to drive me home … I would like to go home,” he slurred.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” her voice was laced with concern.

“Uh … Ha-Harry’s.”

“Harry who?” Sawyer tapped open the map app on her phone and did a quick search. “Harry’s? Is that a bar? The one off of Commonwealth?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m calling for a car, okay? I’ll be there soon,” she promised.

Ethan's head was buried in his palms when Sawyer gently laid her hand on his shoulder a short time later. “Hey, you. Are you ready to go home?”

He lifted his head and turned to her in surprise. “You came for me?” 

“Of course,” she answered, softly running her fingers through the back of his hair. 

This was so out of character for him, Sawyer thought. Ethan was not one to get this inebriated. In fact, it was the first time she had ever seen him in an altered state.

“Did you settle up?” she glanced at the bartender who gave her an affirmative nod. With an appreciative smile, she turned back to Ethan and held out her hand. “Keys?” 

Aside from the “I’m sorry” he murmured falling into the passenger seat, Ethan was quiet during the drive home. 

When they got back to his apartment, he allowed Sawyer to take care of him. She managed to get him to hydrate and eat a piece of toast, only to watch him empty the contents of his stomach a short while later. After cleaning up, she helped him dress for bed and tucked him in.

Returning from the kitchen with another glass of water and aspirin, she warned, “You don’t have the ingredients for my miracle hangover cure, so you’ll have to settle for coffee and more aspirin in the morning.” She kissed his forehead, feeling sorry for him and the massive headache he would undoubtedly have the next day.

Sawyer got herself ready for bed, and joined Ethan under the covers. He rolled over to face her, taking her hand in his. Their arms each bent at the elbow, he clasped his fingers over hers, and stared intensely into her eyes.

“Are you challenging me to an arm wrestling match?” she raised an eyebrow and giggled.

Though she teased, Ethan was quite serious in his still drunken state. He brought her hand to his lips. One kiss. Two kisses. 

“How many was that?” he asked, fighting a big yawn.

“Two.”

He pecked it again. Three kisses. 

Sawyer was curious, “Why three times?” 

Ethan clumsily attempted to interlace their fingers. “Hmm?”   

“When you kiss my hand … it’s always three times. Why?” 

Inhibitions forgotten, he answered, pressing his lips to the top of her hand again. “I-” 

Then again, “Love-” 

And a third time, “You.” 

Sawyer's eyes welled up as she returned his love-struck smile. All those times before and she never realized. 

Struggling to keep his eyes open, she stroked Ethan's cheek, quickly lulling him to sleep. 

When his snores were loud enough to drown her out, she whispered, "I love you too, Ethan Ramsey."

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A couple weeks later, a howling nor’easter had settled over Boston. The devastating storm brought heavy rain, flooding, and hurricane-force winds. The city was already experiencing widespread power outages. Traffic lights were out, trees were blown over, roofs were torn off, and cars floated down streets that had turned into rivers.

While all of that was happening outside, there was another storm brewing within the walls of Edenbrook. In a private office on the fifth floor. 

Sawyer threw her head back in frustration, “Annnd, here we go again.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You always make it about my career! Ethan, I don’t need to be a famous or groundbreaking physician like you or Naveen or Harper. That’s not my goal. That's not why I got into medicine.”

“And you think that’s why I got into medicine?” he retorted.

“I know it’s not. But the fact is, that's the direction your career took, and it's the standard by which you judge mine.”

“That’s not true!" he objected. Vexed, he ran his hand through his hair. “Look, I know you don’t seek fame or prestige … but you did choose Edenbrook because you wanted to learn from the best. You are incredibly smart, Sawyer. The way you connect the dots to solve a case … I’ve never witnessed anything like it. I can only imagine the kinds of medical mysteries you will be able to solve, and the number of people you will be able to help … with the right training and resources. You have so much potential, and I don’t want to see it wasted or taken for granted at a place like Kenmore,” he disdained. “Not when you can finish your residency somewhere more prestigious and worthy like-”

“With an ethics trial and a two-month psychiatric leave of absence on my record? Ethan. I’ll be lucky if I get selected for residency at Boise Medical Center.”

“No one is going to pay attention to that,” Ethan argued, “... not when they see your name attached to the baumannii-bacteriophage diagnosis. And not when they see you were a junior fellow on the most sought after diagnostics team in the U.S. Plus, you have stellar references from both Naveen and me.”

Having gotten slightly off topic, Sawyer exhaled a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. 

“I don’t understand you, Sawyer. I’m telling you that I’ve made the decision to go wherever you want so we can stay together. I am willing to make this sacrifice for our relationship. I thought you’d be happy. I thought that’s what you’d want.”

“How would you know what I want? You haven’t bothered to ask!” With a sigh, “God, Ethan … when are you going to get it? It’s not about what you decided … it’s about the fact that you decided … you always decide what’s best for the both of us. You did it in Miami, and when you ran off to the Amazon-”

Gesturing between them, “Do you not want this anymore?” he cut her off curtly. 

"I don't know if that's genuine concern, or if you’re just being an asshole, but please don't go there," she fumed. “Of course I want this. Us. All I'm asking for is a conversation … one where we decide our future together. I don’t want you to resent me later because you sacrificed everything while I got everything I wanted. This is a big decision and I think it’s only fair that I have a seat at the table, Ethan.”

Suddenly their pagers sounded off, summoning them to the emergency room. The hospital was just a few weeks from closing, and many doctors had already transferred, leaving Edenbrook’s trauma center severely short-staffed. Naveen had called on every available resident and attending to fill the gaps.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later,” Sawyer stood to leave.

“It’s probably for the best. This is neither the time nor the place to have this discussion.” 

"Right," she muttered under her breath, as working 16-hour clinic shifts seven days a week had not given them much time to have an at-length conversation.

They walked in silence toward the elevator bay, Sawyer trailing a few paces behind. She saw Ethan press the elevator button, but continued down the hall.

“Where are you going?” he called out.

“I’m taking the stairs,” she replied coldly.

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Several hours had passed since their argument, but with the emergency room packed with storm-related injuries, Sawyer hadn’t had much time to dwell on it.

Waiting for an inbound ambulance, she propped herself against the wall and took a moment to catch her breath. No longer running the ABCs of trauma assessment in her head, her mind wandered back to the petty quarrel with her boyfriend. They didn’t fight often, but when they did, they were usually quick to resolve things. To signal the end of each squabble, Ethan would always kiss her hand three times.

It bothered her that this argument still hung over them. Her indignation had subsided and she felt regretful for walking away in anger. She didn't mean to come across as ungrateful either. She was touched that Ethan would be willing to uproot his life in Boston for her. It meant a lot, even if she needed more convincing that it was the right thing to do.

Behind her, she heard his voice giving instructions to a nurse. Sawyer turned around, saw him walking towards her, and met him halfway.

“Hey, can we talk real quick?” she asked. “Wait … why are you wearing scrubs? And a jacket? Where are you going?”

“Boston F.D. needs more hands in the field," Ethan began to explain. "EMTs are struggling to keep up with the incoming calls and the road conditions are causing delay in response time. Not to mention the E.R. is overwhelmed. They’ve requested a few doctors to ride along and administer time-saving treatment in the field, and I volunteered.”

“No! It’s not safe out there. Look around,” she pleaded. “We just treated two EMTs who were hurt because a tree crashed on top of their rig … and … and a firefighter before that who got swept away in floodwaters...”

In an instant, their fight was completely forgotten, as anger and frustration gave way to fear and worry.

Acknowledging her anxiety, he tucked the loose strand of hair that escaped from her messy bun behind her ear. 

“It will be okay … we’ll be careful. And you and I will talk later. I promise.” He glanced over her head, through the rain-splattered glass door, where red lights flashed. “I really need to go, they’re waiting for me.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze on the wrist before reaching for the door. 

“Ethan, wait,” she tugged him back. 

Sawyer raised his hand to her lips and kissed it three times, never breaking eye contact.

She saw the moment it clicked for him … what she was doing … what she was saying. She watched as the edges of his mouth curved into a slight smile. 

Despite having agreed to a no PDA rule at work, Sawyer did not care at that moment. Apparently, neither did Ethan. Cupping her face in his hands, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, then on her forehead.

“And I you … more than anything,” he whispered before turning and walking out the door.

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Sawyer stood at a desk situated in the middle of the emergency room, dictating lab orders to Megan, one of the trauma nurses. When a distinct ring pattern interrupted them, the nurse held her finger up to ask Sawyer to hold for a minute. Pressing the intercom button, Megan readied herself at the computer. 

“Edenbrook Trauma Center, go ahead,” she answered.

“This is Aid Car 23. We are inbound, ETA five minutes. Requesting level-1 trauma on arrival.”

Checking the E.R. board, she replied, “23, your request is granted. Go ahead.” 

“Patient is male, mid 30’s, status post-MVC, GCS 8 at the scene. Unrestrained at the time of the accident. Decreased breath sounds … obvious trauma to the chest … major head lac … tachy’s to the 120’s … BP is low and dropping fast.”

“Thank you, 23. We’ll be ready,” Megan confirmed.

The intercom cracked to life once more, “Edenbrook, be advised … patient is one of your own … Dr. Ethan Ramsey.”

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Try to live each day to the fullest, no matter what challenges you're facing. Know that you have the strength and resilience to overcome whatever is in your path. Every day is an opportunity to create beautiful memories, learn, and grow. Keep your head held high, focus on the good moments, and make the most of every day. I hope this week is kind to you. I believe in you! You got this! 💛 (PS- don't forget to drink some water)

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A Kiss on the Hand (Part 1️⃣)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Hurt/Comfort; Angsty Fluff Word count: 1.2K Series Summary: After realizing just how much they mean to each other, Ethan and Sawyer express their love through a sweet hand gesture. A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram. This is a three-part series. Part one is a rewrite of Book 2 Chapter 11 and was inspired by In Case You Didn't Know by Brett Young.

Part One: Soulmates

With his arms encircled around her, Ethan held Sawyer as close as the plastic between them would allow. He felt the pressure of her fingers gripping his, and the press of her lips as she placed a prolonged kiss on the top of his gloved hand. The simple gesture conveying so many words still left unsaid.

With their eyes locked, he wondered if Sawyer noticed what must surely be red, watery eyes staring back at her from inside the plastic helmet. If she had, she didn’t say anything before her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep. 

He knew she needed the rest, but as Sawyer slept like the dead, Ethan worried she was halfway there. The wavy lines and flashing numbers on the patient monitor foretold a grim story. 

Updates from the lab had been few and far between, and Ethan knew the saying “no news is good news” did not apply in this situation. Instead, every hour that went by without an update felt like another nail in the coffin. 

Carefully disentangling himself from her limbs, he eased off the bed and tucked the blankets around Sawyer’s feverish body. He placed an oxygen mask over her face, then sat in the chair next to her bed. His thoughts drifted all over the place as he watched the mask fog and defog with each labored breath.

At one point, he wondered whether he was being selfish by choosing to spend these precious and possibly final moments with her. Moments that should be spent with her family, her closest friends. As he sat there pondering his place in her life and how she would introduce him to a stranger, he came to a realization. None of that mattered because Sawyer was his best friend.

She was someone he trusted with his secrets, someone who was always honest with him, someone he could be himself around. Not since Tobias had he been comfortable to laugh and joke and tease. Sawyer had a way of making his burdens feel lighter. Even if he could ignore the romantic feelings, she would always be more than just a mentee, colleague, or teammate.

They had an undeniable connection to one another. Being in the same room as Sawyer felt like home. She was the sweet to his salty. She challenged him, not just in medicine, but in life. In love. Against all odds, she continued to fight for him. For them. 

He hadn't believed in soulmates before, but then again he'd never felt like this before. Maybe she was his soulmate, he thought. Because if he knew anything to be true at that moment, it’s that if Sawyer lost this battle, a part of him would die too. And if there was a chance that it would give her the motivation to keep fighting, he was willing to overcome his fear and admit everything. 

Resolved to do just that, Ethan stood and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Taking her limp hand into his hand, he swallowed his nerves and began to speak. 

“Sawyer, I … I told you earlier that I regret keeping us apart … but there’s more.” 

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “There’s more that I’ve been keeping under lock and key.”

“I … I have wanted to say what was on my mind so many times … but I’ve been too scared. Scared that you don’t feel the same. Scared that you do. And I fear if I say it now that it will sound like goodbye … and I …” 

Mouthing the words “I can’t,” Ethan hung his head and choked back a sob.

Steeling himself, he began again. “Rookie, I need for you to know … just in case you don’t … I'm … I’m crazy about you. You. Drive. Me. Crazy,” he punctuated every word. 

“It’s true … you are a colossal pain in the ass … but I confess, I secretly enjoy it,” he tittered, recalling some of his favorite memories. “Very few people challenge me the way you do.” 

Ethan noticed how her eyes moved slowly behind her closed eyelids. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing right now. I can see those wheels turning in that head of yours. You’re already plotting ways to get under my skin,” he squeezed her hand with a smile.

After watching her chest rise and fall for a couple minutes, Ethan inched up the bed and placed her hand over his heart, holding it there with both of his.

Clearing his throat, “You … you’ve had my heart for quite some time now. I’ve tried to pinpoint when exactly you captured it, and I’m not sure. I knew you were someone special after that night in the NICU … and then something changed in Miami,” Ethan dragged his fingers up and down her arm. 

With an amused chuckle, he continued. “I have to confess. My first response to the hotel's mistake with the room reservation was not anger or frustration. Believe it or not, I actually thought to myself, “That was lucky.”

“Then when I saw you in that dress-,” he tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “I didn’t think it was possible for you to be any more beautiful. You literally took my breath away and rendered me speechless.” Ethan briefly closed his eyes, recalling the memory. 

Shaking his head in disbelief, “God, I was a fool that night. A fool for pushing you away, and an even bigger fool for thinking I could ever resist you. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how that first kiss did me in, Sawyer.”

Ethan delicately lowered her hand and checked the flashing monitor. Her blood pressure and heart rate had dropped to dangerously low levels.

His plastic suit crackled as he leaned over her body. Hovering over her face, he whispered a final plea.

“I need you to fight, baby,” he uncharacteristically begged. Sniffing back tears, “I need you. I won’t be able to handle it if you leave me.” 

“I’m sorry I wasted so much time,” he apologized again. “If you come back to me, Sawyer, I belong to you. You’ll have all of me.”

Ethan gently lifted the oxygen mask from her face and touched two fingers against her lips. A loving “kiss” right before he whispered, “I love you, Rookie.”

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Twenty-four hours after the antidote had been administered, Ethan rushed to Sawyer’s room with the good news. He was almost knocked off his feet, though he was unsure if it was from Sawyer crashing into him, or from the immense wave of relief that washed over him.

Ethan held her close, running his hand up and down her back. With the need to feel her skin under his fingertips, his hand slipped between the ties of her hospital gown. His warm palm melted against her bare back. 

Sawyer wrapped her arms around Ethan’s neck, and standing on her tiptoes, she pulled him down just enough to rest her cheek against his. Her body shook with a quiet sob.  

With his lips at her ear, his heart raced, those three little words sitting on the tip of his tongue. 

Losing his nerve, he choked them back along with his tears, only letting a single teardrop escape. 

As they slowly pulled apart, he took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth. Just as she had the day before, he kissed the top of it. Slowly, three times. One kiss for each word trapped behind his lips. 

A/N2: Parts two and three get a little bumpy. They are written and will be posted soon.😊

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I’m so glad they finally quit fighting and just gave in!!! I can’t wait to see how the next few months go with them and see if both of their stubbornness can be kept at bay so they don’t do something stupid 🤣 like breakup 🤣🤣🤣

Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a what if to A Second Chance AU

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Part 1

Thomas took the rest of the week off from work. After Amanda’s announcement, it had been impossibe to concentrate. He instead spent time alone contemplating the fact that he would be a father in six months or so.

The very notion was so unbelievable that he could hardly wrap his mind around it. For years, he had never planned on marriage or having a family.

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This series 😩😩😩 I hope Ethan figures his crap out

What Could Have Been (3/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,930

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Chapter 3: Move On. Begin Anew. Aftermath of the reset and setting new expectations.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 43 prompt 3.

Cassie Valentine knew she should get some sleep, but her body wasn’t cooperating. It would be difficult enough to face Ethan Ramsey tomorrow, but doing it without rest was a recipe for disaster.

It wasn’t her first broken heart. So why did it feel like her entire self had shattered?

Before she could stop herself, she grabbed her phone and keys, shoved her arms into a hoodie and left the apartment and her sleeping roommates.

She jogged up the stairs to the empty rooftop. If she was going to have a nervous breakdown, she needed privacy.

Max Valentine woke from a light sleep and quickly snatched the phone off the night table before the ringtone disturbed his overnight guest. His heart sank when he saw his sister’s name on the screen.

“Hold on,” he whispered into the phone, glancing over his shoulder.

He shoved the covers aside and padded into the other room, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearing the gruffness from his voice as he settled back against the couch and placed his bare feet on the Ottoman.

“I’m sorry to call so late. Are you alone?” Cassie said on the other side.

Her voice caught in her throat as if she’d been crying. Max heard city sounds behind her and knew she wasn’t home.

“No, but don’t worry about it. You’ve been crying.”

“It’s been a bad night,” Cassie sniffed. “Ethan broke up with me.”

Max sighed, his disquiet rising at the secret she’d kept from him. Dating her boss was a disaster waiting to explode and would’ve left her reputation in tatters.

“You didn’t tell me you’d been dating,” he said neutrally, not wanting to sound accusatory. “Not even when I saw you in Monaco last week.”

“I know,” she admitted softly. “I was afraid.”

Max wished he was stateside for this conversation, but that wasn’t possible. All he could do now was lend a sympathetic ear. “Tell me everything.”

And she did, filling in the blanks of everything that happened these past few months. Things she hadn’t mentioned before.

“We were together briefly before he departed for a medical mission to the Amazon. I didn’t say anything because he’d gone radio silent and was so scared something had happened. We promised to wait for each other. But now….”

Her voice began to warble from tears, and her breathing accelerated.

“Now, he says it’s over, and I don’t know what I did. Why doesn’t he want me?”

When Cassie burst into tears, the sound through the phone broke his heart. His sister deserved someone who’d give her the world. Not an arrogant physician who put everything else before her.

Ethan Ramsey had a lot to answer for, Max thought.

A plan began to form as Cassie told him about tomorrow, facing Ethan again while she was reeling from a broken heart.

She’d been eagerly waiting to start her junior fellowship, so excited for the opportunity. And nothing was going to ruin that as far as Max was concerned.

“Okay, sis. Here’s what you’re going to do tomorrow….”

Ethan slowed his gait as he neared the Diagnostic Team’s glass-walled office. After he met with Naveen, he’d walked around the block to clear his head. But his mentor’s harsh words played in a loop inside his head.

Maybe Naveen was right, and he was wrong. He’d been hasty, perhaps too hasty, in making this decision.

Two months ago, the situation had been evolving. Cassie was still an intern when he’d left. Now, she was a second-year resident and a junior fellow. They were peers, and the power dynamic had equalized.

The game board had been reset while he was away. He hadn’t realized it until this morning, and now he was filled with regrets. Why didn’t his head reconcile the idea before he opened his mouth last night?

His throat became dry, and his expression was torn when he spied on Cassie through the glass. She, Baz Mirani and June Hirata were chatting companionably. It reminded him of how quickly Cassie had developed a reputation last year for being friendly to everyone.

Ethan decided then and there that he’d try to get Cassie alone after the meeting under the guise of onboarding her onto the team. Maybe they could talk openly and honestly like they should’ve done last night.

June was highly observant, though, Ethan thought. He’d have to tread carefully once he stepped inside those doors. He schooled his features and briskly entered the office.

“Introductions done? Great. We’ve got work to do,” Ethan said, his blue eyes taking in everyone but not singling anyone out., “We have an incoming patient from Manhattan Presbyterian.”

He marched toward the head of the conference table and pinned abdominal CT scans on the whiteboard. The team followed his lead and took their usual seats around the table.

The only seat available was across from him. He saw Cassie waver briefly as she peeked at him through her eyelashes.

“Waiting for a special invite, Valentine?” he retorted sarcastically, lifting one eyebrow.

“No. I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey,” she said quickly and slid into the chair.

She was dressed professionally in a dark green blouse, which made her eyes shine and a grayish skirt with a slit down her thigh.

He had overlooked the latter when she’d been standing, but his eyes drew downward as soon as she sat down and crossed her legs. The edge of the white coat fell to the side, playing peekaboo with her skin.

He turned away before someone caught him ogling Cassie. Too late, he cursed internally at the scrutiny in Hirata’s eyes as her gaze bounced between him and Cassie. The latter was studiously avoiding looking at him, staring unseeing at the scans instead.

He’d have to postpone any one-on-ones with Cassie, for now, anyway. The last thing he wanted was for June to dig into his personal life and use that information to manipulate him.

Maybe he could page Cassie later for a consult. He might not be her direct supervisor, but he wanted her to succeed and be a true mentor to her, the way Naveen had been for him.

Ethan put all other thoughts away and focused his attention on the brainstorm. He wasn’t immune to the fact that Cassie was overwhelmed by the rapid-fire pace, her eyes increasingly bewildered as they ran through differentials.

Brainstorming over and the next steps decided, Ethan dismissed the team. He walked past Cassie and Mirani toward his desk, intent on catching up on emails piled up during his time away and clearing his inbox before it filled up again.

He put on his reading glasses and switched on the computer monitor, and furtively watched Mirani and Hirata walk down the hall and out of sight.

Now that they were alone, he turned to observe Cassie. She studied the CT scans, tapping one finger against her lips. Maybe this was the opportune time for a private talk.

We need to talk about what happened last night, he could begin casually. Gauge her reaction and go from there.

She looked…serene. Nothing of last night’s anguish showed in her demeanor. Ethan wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Or maybe it was a mask to hide her pain.

Suddenly, she looked straight at him. But he didn’t see hurt, just indifference. As if she’d already forgotten what they’d meant to each other. Like she was an intern and he was an attending.

And not two people that had spent several nights wrapped around each other’s naked bodies.

“After you’re done with our patient, you can see Zaid and Ines for further assignments,” he blurted, disconcerted at the emotional and physical distance between them.

“You’ll be balancing your work here with your usual resident duties,” he continued. “Now that you’re a second-year, that will include rotations at the free clinic.”

“Yes, Dr. Ramsey,” she said impersonally.

She asked him a few more questions, and he answered, trying to read her. But her mask was impenetrable. And then Ethan saw her hesitate as if she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure.

“Is everything alright, Cassie?” he asked, dropping his mask and letting her see he still cared.

She seemed to be fighting an inner battle, and then she appeared to decide. “Actually…could we talk?”

Ethan regarded her thoughtfully. He wanted a sign, a gesture, anything that this was his chance to begin anew.

“About the job? Or about us?” he said apprehensively.

“The job. Strictly professional, just like you want,” Cassie said emphatically.

Ethan swallowed his disappointment. This was what he’d asked her of last night. Only he didn’t know then that strictly professional was the last thing he wanted now.

He crossed the room, sat beside her and adjusted the glasses still perched on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m all yours,” he said, the word choice deliberate as his subconscious called him out on his BS.

“How can I be more involved next time?” she said, ignoring his statement.

She swiveled her chair innocuously, tucking her legs sideways under the table and creating even more distance between them. The look on her face was that of a student, not a friend or a former lover.

Even before things changed between them, she’d often have a somewhat flirty smile hovering on her lips. Now, her lips were pursed straight, all emotions wiped clean.

If ever he needed a sign, thought Ethan, this was it. Focus on her professional development or whatever lame excuse he’d uttered last night.

Regrets filled his heart, but he parked them aside and prepared to impart his wisdom.

As she left Ethan’s office and headed off to meet her intern, Cassie knew with certainty that what had transpired a short while ago was the most difficult thing she’d ever done.

Even more than studying for her MCATs and surviving a competitive medical school program.

But she was also secretly pleased that Max’s plan was working.

“Don’t let him see your pain,” Max had advised. “He might see tears as a sign of immaturity, which will strengthen his resolve. Act like it doesn’t matter. He’ll be confused because he won’t be expecting it. But right now, it’s about protecting yourself. Get through the first day, and the second day becomes easier.”

Ethan had been off-kilter since he’d walked into the office, a range of emotions crossing his face in as much as one hour. From nervousness to regret to confusion, she’d always been able to read him like an open book.

At one point, she sensed he wanted to discuss last night, either rehash what he’d already said or clear the air. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

He wanted to keep things professional. Well, he got his wish, Cassie thought stubbornly, stabbing her finger on the elevator button.

Cassie could forgive him for wanting a reset and feeling that he needed distance to mentor her. It was his right. And she’d come to Edenbrook to learn from him, work with her medical hero. That was the primary objective.

But she was still too raw from everything that occurred in the last twelve hours to care about what he wanted.

And, if she was honest with herself, she couldn’t easily forgive or forget the cruel and callous manner in which he’d thrown her love back, like a slap across the face.

Max was right. Did she really want to waste her love on someone who clearly didn’t want it or deserve it?

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You deserve every bit of kindness and love that you give to others. Don’t forget to treat yourself with the same compassion. Forgive yourself for your mistakes, understand that it’s okay to have off days, and never forget to celebrate your accomplishments—big and small! 💛 (PS - drink some water!)

You’re so sweet ❤️❤️ right back at you!!!

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This series better not break my heart, I’m just saying 🤣

Worth the Wait

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a "what if" version to the RCD/TRR fan fic series A Second Chance

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Prologue

Two lines. Two perfectly formed lines.

It couldn't be.

Yet, it all made sense.

The sudden surge of emotion. All the throwing up at random times. The crying jags. Getting angry for no reason at all. Tired all the time.

This is what caused all of it.

Amanda covered her mouth while tears began to fall. Happiness, wonder, fear, then heartbreak flooded over her.

She was going to have to face Thomas and tell him.

Surely then he would agree that their recent breakup needed to be forgotten.

They had another reason, a more important reason, to be together.

First though, she needed to confirm with her doctor that she was truly pregnant before confronting him. It was already killing her pride to have to crawl back and admit she should have never ended things between them.

But, she'd do anything for their baby.

She made the necessary appointment and then went to talk to those she trusted most. Amanda was going to need all the advice she could get to make up for her sudden erratic behavior with Thomas a month ago.

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California, 3 weeks later...

"What's my schedule for today?" Thomas asked.

"You've got a meeting with the studio heads at two, then dinner with Kara Bennett, and you have an appointment with..." Holly trailed off as she tried to work up the nerve to tell him who was coming to talk to him.

"Have a bouquet of flowers delivered to Kara with my apologies." Thomas flipped through his new contract. "Tell her that I intend on making it up to her with dinner tomorrow night."

"You sure about that?" Holly's lips firmed in disapproval. "Are you--you're not dating her, are you?"

Thomas paused and looked up at her. "Not that it is any of your business, but no. She would like to, but I am still undecided."

Holly took her glasses off so she couldn't see his anger when she told him who was coming in thirty minutes. "Amanda called."

He froze. "When?"

"Last Thursday." Holly slowly sat down in front of his desk. "She asked to meet with you."

His eyes narrowed. "Meet with me? At work? Why?"

"She only said it was something important that she couldn't discuss over the phone." Holly explained

Thomas leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. He had just begun to push all thoughts of their former relationship behind him. He wasn't ready to see her yet. The pain of losing her was still too fresh. He didn't know if he could mask the effect she'd had over him.

"You told her I was too busy." He rocked back and forth in his chair.

Holly bit her lip. "Not exactly."

He stopped. "What did you say?"

"That you were free," Holly checked the time, "now."

"She's coming here? Now?" He bellowed, coming out of his chair.

"Yes." Holly quickly put her glasses on. She wanted to make certain he wasn't searching for a weapon to kill her with.

"How could you--why would--get out!" He ordered.

"Thomas, I--"

"I need a moment alone." He lowered his head while leaning on his desk. "Now."

Holly quietly left.

Thomas ran his hands over his face while thinking about Amanda. He loved her. He knew he always would. But right now, the thought of trying again was exhausting.

The distance separating them combined with making time to see one another on top of her sudden jealous accusations had been too much for him. Gone was the once pleasant, easygoing woman he had first met and fell for. Some entity had taken over her body. One he didn't want to have to fight anymore.

When Amanda ended things two months ago, he had been both heartbroken and relieved. He could return to his structured life without dealing with this new version of her. He felt like he had already lost his true love when the fights started. Now he just wanted to be left completely alone.

If she came back wanting to make amends, he didn't want to hurt her.

Yet...he didn't want to start again with her. Some things were better left behind. For his own sanity, he should leave their relationship in the past.

His heart could only be broken so much. No need to let her repeat the action over and over again.

At the knock on his door, he braced himself while calling out for her to enter

Amanda walked in. His eyes couldn't seem to leave her features that seemed to glow. The coral dress she wore had a loose skirt that brushed against her calves. She met his gaze and softly smiled.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet me." She sat down and clasped her hands in her lap. She seemed to be trying to find the right words. "There is something that I need to tell you." Her eyes dropped to her stomach. "I'm not certain how to say this, but--"

"I know what you're going to say." Thomas interrupted. He came around the desk and sat on the edge before her. "I accept your apology, but I don't think the timing is right to try again."

Her lips parted in surprise. "But I--"

"I think we could both use some time apart to decide what we really want." Thomas continued. He got up and paced about the room. "I love you and after a while I believe that we will either see we are meant to be together or end up simply grateful for what we once shared."

"I see." Amanda mumbled.

"It's for the best." Thomas added.

One of his interns poked his head into the office. "Hey Mr. Hunt? Did you want those flowers to Kara to say love or from with your name?"

Amanda's eyes narrowed on Thomas. No wonder he doesn't feel the timing is right, she thought with a flash of anger. The pompous, know it all, makes all the decisions jerk!

She stood up. "Goodbye, Thomas. Thank you for your precious time."

Thomas grabbed her arm in the hopes of explaining he didn't want anyone else. No one could take her place.

Amanda ignored the words Thomas was saying. She didn't want to hear that he had fallen for an actress. All she could focus on was her pain turning into fury. How could he have moved on so quickly?

She wanted to hit him. Never in her life had she ever wanted to hurt someone so much as she did him. She wanted him to feel the crushing pain she was experiencing in her heart.

How had he moved on so easily? She still cried at the thought of losing the very person she believed was the love of her life.

She felt sick to her stomach thinking about him and Kara. The nausea reminded her that she couldn't give in to her desire to punch his handsome face. She had someone else to think of. Someone who deserved every sacrifice she knew she would have to make to keep Thomas in their child's life.

"...and that's why I am sending Kara flowers." Thomas stepped closer to her when he noticed how pale she was. "Amanda?"

Her eyes lifted to his. Taking a deep breath, she blurted out the reason she came to his office.

"I'm pregnant."

She watched as her words slowly registered. The shock of her announcement caused him to collapse in the chair she had been sitting in.

"Pregnant." He breathed. "Are you certain?"

"Yes." Amanda clasped her hands in front of her. "I wouldn't have come here if I had not had it confirmed by a doctor."

Thomas knew she wouldn't have darkened his door for anything. If there was one characteristic they shared, it was pride. Neither ever wanted to appear foolish.

He got up and took a step toward her, uncertain how he was supposed to react. "What do you intend to do?"

Tears sparked her eyes. "Well, I am going to keep the baby and I hoped..." She bit her lip while lowering her eyes. Seems he had no intention to get back together with her. "I hope you will want to be a part of our child's life."

Thomas reached for her hand. Just because he wasn't sure whether or not to try a romantic relationship with her again, it didn't mean that he didn't want to be there for her.

"I will." He promised.

Her head jerked up and she noticed that there was no condemnation towards her reflected in his expression. The surprise announcement had definitely knocked him for a loop, but he was at least trying to do the right thing.

Though she had hoped to hear that he wanted to be with her, she was vastly relieved to hear his promise.

"Are you planning on staying in L.A. for a while?" He asked.

"I could stay a few days." She wiped her tears with her fingers. A nervous laugh escaped her. "I wasn't sure if you would want me to after I told you about the baby."

"I would like to discuss how we will work this out." He squeezed her hand before urging her to sit down. "I have some meetings that I don't think I'll be able to get out of today." He went to his desk to check his day planner. "How about dinner tonight at my home?"

"I don't want to interrupt your date." She struggled with the word. "I can--"

"I'm not dating anyone." Thomas explained. "That's why I told you the flowers were more of a professional courtesy than romantic in nature."

"So you and Kara Bennett?" Amanda felt a brief spark of hope. "You're not--"

"No. She's one of the actresses on an upcoming film I'm directing." He replied.

"I see." She mumbled.

"Will seven thirty work for you?" He asked.

"Yes, of course."

"Should I pick you up?" He remembered she was staying at a hotel.

"No, I'll call for a car." She got to her feet again and held her hand out towards him. "I know you have work and a lot to think over." Her lips curved into a sad smile. "But thank you for meeting with me and hearing me out."

He came around his desk and pulled her into a hug. Realizing how hard it was for her to come here, touched something within his heart. She seemed so fragile that he felt the need to comfort her.

Hugging her was the safest way in his opinion.

She trembled in his arms before returning his hug. Struggling with her tears, she laughed.

"Forgive me. I haven't had control of my emotions these last few months. The pregnancy hormones have a mind of their own."

Thomas handed her some tissues. "No need to apologize."

She thanked him as she dabbed under her eyes. "If I'm not crying then I am losing my temper. Poor Maxwell. I practically jumped down his throat for drinking the last Sprite on the way here."

His eyebrows lifted. "Maxwell came with you?"

"Everyone came with me." She shook her head in exasperation. "They were worried that you--" she winced. "They, um, came to support me."

"I see." He replied. Reaching out, he gently grasped her arm when he noticed the time. "I hate to rush you, but--"

"Of course." She gathered her things. "I'll see you this evening."

He smiled at her. "I look forward to it."

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"I don't need a new dress." Amanda grumbled. "Thomas already said he doesn't want to get back together. I could wear sweatpants and an old t-shirt to dinner if I wanted."

Maxwell ignored her as he slipped through the racks of maternity dresses.

Amanda huffed when he pushed more dresses into her arms.

"Try these on." He ordered. "You'll thank me that I made sure you look beautiful later."

"Fine." She muttered. "But I want to grab a snack after this."

"Deal." He promised.

She soon came out, twirling in a floral number he had handed her.

Maxwell shook his head. "The flowers are too big."

She next twirled in a sunny yellow halter top dress.

"Nope. I don't know why I gave you yellow. You've never been able to wear that color."

She glared at him before trying on a rich emerald dress.

His eyes widened when she stepped out.

"Whoa." He grinned at her. "That's the one."

"Good." She mumbled. "Now can we go eat?"

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"At once, your grace." He promised.

Maxwell mentally rubbed his hands together as she disappeared to change. He thought tonight was just the beginning of Thomas and Amanda realizing they should be together.

Thomas's home...

He didn't know why he felt nervous, but for some reason Thomas kept second guessing everything. He changed shirts three times, double checked his reflection after shaving, and had recombed his hair more times than he wished to dwell on.

He had been hard pressed to focus on his meetings. The fact that his ex was not only back in his life, but carrying their child had been difficult to push to the back of his mind. He wondered if he would have been able to even if Amanda hadn't told him her reason for coming to see him.

He kept replaying their conversation. Something about it, kept bothering him.

If I'm not crying, then I am losing my temper.

He stopped midstep when that came to mind.

The hormones! They must have been what altered her before we broke up!

"Could it be true?" He mused to himself. "Could I possibly have the real Amanda back once she is no longer affected by hormones?"

His doorbell ringing didn't allow him a chance to answer his own question. He hurried down the stairs, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Good--" his tongue faltered.

He had thought she was lovelier than ever in her earlier coral dress, but this green one brought all her physical characteristics that he'd always found attractive to perfection.

She smiled at him. "Good evening, Thomas. May I come in?"

He stepped back. "Of course. Please."

His gaze traveled down her body while her attention was focused on his home.

"Your home is still lovely." She mumurmered.

"You know how little I like change." He placed his hand at her back, guiding her on into his living room. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Water, I suppose." She replied.

"After you mentioning Maxwell taking the last Sprite from you, I bought some in case you wanted it during dinner."

Her smile brought his own out without him realizing it.

"Thank you. I would prefer that. The oddest things make my morning sickness go haywire."

He prepared her drink and brought it over with his own evening libation. Settling down beside her on the couch, he broached the delicate topic.

"Dinner I'm afraid won't be ready for an hour. I took longer at the store than I thought I would." He settled his arm along the back of the sofa and turned his body more toward her. "Would you like to discuss how we will go about," he gestured toward her stomach, "this?"

She took a gulp of her drink before setting it down. "We can." She lowered her eyes. "Honestly Thomas, I don't know what to say or where to even start."

His fingers gently squeezed her shoulder. "As surprised as I am over this development, I can't begin to imagine what a shock it has been to you."

She laughed and looked up at him. "You have no idea." Her hand drifted over her barely still flat stomach. "But, I already adore whoever this is."

His lips eased into another smile. "I can't think of you responding in any other fashion to having a baby."

"How do--, I understand if you can't answer yet, but how do you feel? About being a father?" She grimaced slightly. "I doubt your ex carrying your child adds any--"

He placed his hand over hers that rested on her stomach. "Amanda, I told you I've never stopped loving you. I simply feel that we shouldn't rush into getting back together until we are certain of one another." His eyes drifted over her face before meeting her startled gaze again. "I honestly never pictured my life with children...but since I am about to have one, I can think of no one else I would rather have than you to be my child's mother."

Tears filled her eyes, causing him alarm. She had rarely cried when they dated, yet each time he was around her today, the tears fell.

He slipped his arms around her and gently held her while she cried. Her hiccupped words were garbled somewhat, allowing him to catch only a few at a time.

"Still love--never thought--I only--you--"

He rubbed her back while wondering if this was going to last her entire pregnancy.

She pulled away while searching through her purse for tissues. "I'm sorry. I don't have any control."

He brushed her hair back as she wiped her tears. "If you wish, we can table the discussion for another time."

She shook her head. "I would rather have it settled before I return to Cordonia."

His frown reappeared. For some reason, he had forgotten about where she would need to go. Doing the math in his head, he realized that she would be having their baby while he was in the midst of filming.

"The baby is due in September, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmm." He settled back against the cushions. "And I suppose you want to have it in Cordonia."

"I hadn't really thought of having the baby anywhere else." Her brow furrowed. "Most of the heirs of St Orella were born in Cordonia."

He had also forgotten his child would one day be a duke or duchess.

"Is that something you're not comfortable with?" Amanda asked. "Were you wanting me to have the baby here?"

His lips parted then closed. "I'm not--I don't know."

She bit down on her lip. "Not to put too much pressure on you, but I will be three months tomorrow." When he simply stared at her waiting for an explanation, she briefly closed her eyes. "That means I will have only three months left to safely travel by air."

"I see." His frown firmed. "Perhaps that is something we should both give more thought to before making a decision."

Amanda's stomach gurgled causing color to flood her face. Reaching for her glass, she apologized for the strange sound.

He chuckled while getting up to see how much longer dinner was going to take.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, she forced herself to follow him into the kitchen.

"Is there anything I can--" in the midst of offering to help cook, a smell struck her.

She covered her mouth while rushing to his hall bathroom.

Thomas hurried after her. His alarm grew at the violent vomiting episode he could hear.

Standing outside the closed door in uncertainty, he knocked timidly.

"Amanda? What can I do? Should I--"

She tried to answer but was interrupted by another strong wave of nausea.

"Give me a minute." She panted.

He couldn't just stand there doing nothing while she was ill. Thomas tried the door and found it unlocked. Cracking it open, he saw her lying on the floor, taking deep breaths.

"Amanda?!" He knelt beside her.

"I'm fine." She tried to reassure him. "It might sound strange, but lying on the floor against the cold tile helps settle my stomach faster than getting up to go to a bed or couch.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"A cold rag would be nice." She closed her eyes and curled up some in the fetal position. "It is just about over."

He sat down in the floor and placed the rag over her forehead. Needing something else to do, he began to run his fingers through her hair, hoping it gave her some comfort.

"Thank you." She said softly.

"Did the doctor say when this would end?" He asked.

"It's different for everyone. For some it ends after the first trimester." Amanda shuddered when her stomach gurgled. "I've read where others were still throwing up during labor."

He blanched at the thought. "Let's hope you're in the first category."

She slowly pushed herself up, pausing to make certain her stomach would allow such movement.

Their eyes met, and she averted her gaze from the worry reflected in his.

"I'm fine." Amanda promised. "This is just part of the process."

He stood up and reached down to help her.

She took his hands and got to her feet. Stepping past him to rinse her mouth, he gently rubbed her back.

"I don't like the idea of you being alone during this." He muttered.

Amanda chuckled. "I do have a household filled with servants." She shrugged. "And my friends visit from time to time."

Thomas continued to frown as he followed her back into the kitchen. "It isn't the same as having someone on hand to help you when these episodes strike."

"Well, I have more than some do." She muttered.

He folded his arms as he watched her set the table.

She noticed. "What is it?"

He wasn't really sure what to say. Random thoughts of what he should do kept popping up.

If they lived sixty years earlier, he would have immediately married her. He would have made certain neither she nor their baby had any stigma attached to them whatsoever. Many today would suggest living together so he could help take care of her and their child while they tried to see if there was any romantic love left between them.

But both of those seemed too extreme to decide on after just finding out she was pregnant.

"Thomas?"

He forced his frown to ease and pulled out her chair for her. "Forgive me, I was lost in thought."

"It isn't..." She dropped her eyes. "I didn't mean to ruin the evening with my morning sickness."

Thomas reached for her hand. "You didn't. Our situation changes things between us and I suppose I am trying to find my way forward."

Amanda squeezed his hand. "We'll figure it out."

[hopelessromantic1352]

Love this! ❤️ I love to see all the different possibilities for Chris and of course, I know who you’re going to put her with 😏

Mixed Signals

(Dr. Tobias Carrick x F!MC *Chris Valentine) (Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC*Chris Valentine) (Dr. Bryce Lahela x F!MC*Chris Valentine) in an Open Heart Fan fiction.

A/N I’ve written only a few drabbles for Open Heart, but after the disappointment of Book 3 and no book 4 to fix everything, the idea for this series has been in my mind ever since the attack in Book 2 began.

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Song Inspiration for this series: Sparks by Coldplay

Prologue

Mass Kenmore Hospital…

“Dr. Valentine?” Tobias said in surprise. “What brings you deep into enemy territory?”

Chris took a hesitant step forward. Her fingers twisted the material of her wool skirt as she faced the man partly responsible for saving her life.

What did one say to the very person that she had insulted, labeled the enemy, and fought so hard to beat?

After all that she had done, Dr. Tobias Carrick had dropped everything and rushed to Edenbrook on the day of the attack to find a way to save her life.

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[hopelessromantic1352]

Hot. Hot. Hot.

Love this 🔥🥵

Second Thoughts

(Raleigh Carrera x MC) in a Choices Platinum drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a kiss that leads to undressing each other.

Choices May Monthly Challenge: lust | "that" concert event | promises | closet

Rating Mature for sexual content

A/N It's been a long, long time since I've written for these two. But their heated "fake dates" came to mind when I saw this prompt, and well, let's just say I couldn't resist rewriting canon.

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"Holy moly." Cadence muttered.

Man, I really am a goody two shoes like Raleigh said, she thought with a grimace.

She couldn't even think of an appropriate reaction to seeing what could only be described as pure sex in male form performing on stage.

No wonder women threw their underwear at him. Between Raleigh's rather impressive physique undulating in ways that had no business being seen by everyone, his voice sent desire pulsating through the veins in not just his fans, but also in Cadence.

"And Fiona expects me to pretend I like him?" Cadence mumbled.

As if that's going to be difficult.

The hard part was keeping it fake.

She was spending so much time with music's bad boy that she was actually starting to believe their made up love story. Raleigh made it difficult to know what was real and what was staged. Between the flirty comments, the heated glances, his arm draped low on her hips, and those kisses; she was wanting to blur the lines even more.

Does he feel something for me? After all, a lot of our kisses happen outside of the public eye.

Cadence felt heat travel up her face when he glanced her way. He smirked and sang a particular line of one of his steamier songs, Famous, directly to her.

🎵 I can't keep my hands off you now and I know you don't want me to stop 🎵

Her jaw dropped. Before all this craziness happened, she used to daydream about Avery Wilshire singing to her. Now that she knows how it feels to have Raleigh do it, she simply wants to melt.

Nope. Scratch that. I want him. I want him to step off that stage and take me somewhere, anywhere, to see just how hot he can make me burn.

She snapped out of those thoughts when she heard the screams from the crowd. Raleigh was saying his thanks on his way off the stage.

He was slightly out of breath as he walked over to Cadence. A light sheen of sweat covered his caramel skin. His hair was tousled from him running his fingers through it during the concert, which resulted in all the sighs of his infatuated fans.

"Hey Babe." He slipped his arms around her waist, making certain the waiting press and the few lucky fans with backstage passes could see them together. "I could get used to you waiting backstage for me."

She ran her hands slowly up his chest. Her eyes raised to his face when she felt his jolt of surprise. Usually, he was the one to take the lead in their fake relationship when it came to touching.

That flash she'd seen in his eyes when he sang to her appeared again. She could feel his fingers flex, gripping her hips, while she leaned forward for a kiss.

"Cadence?" He said in a hoarse voice the moment her lips touched along his jawline.

"Yes?" She pressed a longer kiss against the side of his neck, tracing his tattoo with her tongue.

His grip on her was nearly painful. With a smooth twist, he was pulling her away from the crowd.

"Raleigh!" She squealed when he found an unlocked supply closet.

"Yes?"

"What about your interviews? The fans waiting to see you?"

"I thought you wanted to see me." He opened the door, found a light switch, and pulled her inside.

"I um, I do." She admitted.

Might as well tell the truth. I did just lick the guy in front of people.

He pressed Cadence up against the closed door. Lips crashed against hers, drawing a startled moan from her.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, nipping at her bottom lip.

"No." She took a deep breath and yanked him flush to her body. "I want more."

He cursed, slamming his mouth back on hers. He lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around him, then settled in for whatever was to happen next. The way her soft curves felt and how she kissed, Raleigh couldn't resist pushing the boundaries on what had basically been a PG type of relationship.

"Oh my god!" Cadence moaned the moment his hands slid under her tank top.

She'd had boyfriends in the past touch her before, but there was something about having Raleigh bypass her bra to play with her breasts that made her turn frantic with getting his shirt off.

"I need to feel you." She told him, making the buttons of his shirt fly off in different directions.

Her hands immediately began to explore his tattooed muscles.

Raleigh nearly ripped her own shirt off. His mouth and hands were everywhere as she gripped his hair. He drew soft screams from when he pushed her breasts together and closed his mouth over both her nipples, sucking them simultaneously. Her head fell back against the door with every brush of his tongue against her sensitive skin.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He raised back up, his fingers tangling in her long hair..

"Probably not as long as I have." She teased in a breathless tone.

"Cadence, I want you." He bit down on her earlobe. "I've wanted you every damn time we've been together."

His head dropped against her shoulder. A deep groan slipped out when he felt her begin to grind against him. Her denim cutoffs hitting his own black jeans only made the heat between them seem unbearable.

"More?" He managed to ask.

She could only nod.

Once he set her down to remove the last of the barriers between them, she pushed him away from her when he reached for her zipper.

Before he could ask what was wrong, she slowly slipped out of her shorts and thong.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest with every step she took towards him.

Cadence couldn't believe her own boldness. Knowing he wanted her like she did him made her confidence shoot through the roof. She realized this wasn't just one of her many dreams she had about him. Her hand was actually drifting down to cup the evidence of just how much he wanted her.

His eyes rolled back in his head when she unzipped his pants and finally grasped his hardened length. He couldn't allow her to go another second without touching her again. His fingers teased down her body, settling between her legs.

Their lips met again and again as they worked each other up. Just as they were about to finally give in, both their phones began to ring.

"Call from Fiona." Repeated with each ring from Cadence's phone.

The publicist's name seemed to snap them out of this lustful haze they were both under. As if in silent agreement, they both reached for their phones.

A text message had been sent to both of them from Fiona.

You two can end your fake dating. The public loved it initially and it did its job. Now it's nothing but old news. Call me back so we stage a breakup.

"Wow." Cadence felt her heart drop. "Fiona really has horrible timing, doesn't she?"

Raleigh merely nodded. He sucked in a deep breath then slowly blew it out. His eyes darted over to Cadence, trying to see how she was really taking this news.

She raised tearful eyes up at him.

"You don't," he swallowed, stepping closer to her, "I mean, do you want it to end? Us, I mean?"

She shook her head. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to find the words to tell him how she really felt about him.

His own lips curved. "Me neither."

"Really?" She whispered, moving back into his arms.

"Really." He kissed her tenderly, his hands drifting over her bare skin once more.

"What do we do about Fiona's plan?" Cadence asked.

"We can either tell her to forget it or pretend to break up." He grinned at her. "Then we simply stage our own getting back together."

He kissed her deeply.

"All I know is that I want to be with you, Cadence."

"Raleigh." She tugged him back down for another long kiss. "I want to be with you too."

"Then we'll figure it out when we're not so distracted."

His touch was different this time. There was no sense of urgency. It was as if he realized he had all the time in the world now to be with her.

"Hey." He muttered against her mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Do you really want our first time to be in some dirty closet backstage?"

Cadence opened her eyes, she first caught his smirk then looked around at the various cables and stage lights covered in dust.

Feeling her own heart lighten at the thought that they were truly together, she smiled at him.

"Are you telling me that you know of a better place than this to hook-up?"

He chuckled, squeezing her tight.

"I've got a few places in mind. Many of them actually have a bed where I can spend hours making you scream my name."

Her legs clenched together over the wild thoughts his voice saying something like that to her caused. As if knowing exactly what she was thinking, he stepped away to gather up their hastily tossed about clothes.

"What do you say, Dorain?" He held hers out towards her.

She took them and quickly got dressed.

"I say, you better live up to your promises, Carrera."

Once he finished dressing he pulled her close for one last kiss.

"Trust me, Cadence. I always live up to them."

[hopelessromantic1352]

Be kind to yourself this week. Celebrate your progress, speak words of encouragement to yourself, and prioritize self-care. Remember, you deserve the same kindness and compassion you give to others. You're doing amazing, even when you don't feel like it. 💛 (PS - drink some water!)

Thank you so much!!! Right back at you 🥰❤️

[hopelessromantic1352]

UGH

Every time I think you can’t make a better fic with these two than the last, you prove me wrong. This one is so steamy and sweet and enduring. I love the way neither of them had the courage to say something until it was almost too late, but now that Thomas broke the ice, the tension between them is just sizzling 🥵

The way he moans out her name sighs dreamily. These two together are my favorite 😍

I’m so impressed with you doing this challenge!! I haven’t been able to catch up on everything you’ve wrote but I wish I was as cool as you and could do a thirty day challenge 🤣 I loved every one that I’ve read so far ❤️

Confession Time

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/The Royal Romance Crossover drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

Rating: G for fluff

A/N THE FINAL PROMPT!!!! I know I'm a couple days late in posting this, luckily I missed a few days during the thirty days so technically I'm still on day thirty 🤣 It seemed appropriate to end this challenge like I began it, with my OTP Thomas and Amanda. Thanks @twinkleallnight for requesting them for this prompt. And to @hopelessromantic1352 for encouraging me to start the challenge. This is something my OTP do in just about every series of mine 😂 *I couldn't decide on which gif to use of my FC for Thomas, so both were used for the beginning of this drabble 😉*

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"Any news yet?"

Thomas directed the frown he had while staring at his phone to Holly.

"No."

She sighed while handing him his notes. "Did she say when she would let you know?"

"No. She did not."

Addison came rushing over.

"I finally found pictures of the coronation. I thought it would be live, but apparently there is some Cordonian rule against filming inside the ancient cathedral."

The three crowded around her phone to see photographs of Prince Liam being crowned king.

"Wow!" Addison gushed. "Liam is so handsome! He's like what you imagine every prince should look like."

Holly nodded in agreement.

"Look! There's Amanda!"

She scrolled back a picture and pointed at the duchess they all personally knew standing off to the side of the cathedral with other nobles.

Thomas's frown deepened.

She looks lovely, he thought. A possible queen in the making.

"I love her dress!" Addison babbled on. "I wonder if she'd mind my using something similar for your next film."

Holly doubted she would. "It's almost time boss."

"Right." He handed Addison her phone back. "Where are my notes."

"In your hand." Holly reminded him.

He grimaced somewhat over that.

"Try and smile!" Addison teased. "No one will ever want to see your latest film with that sour expression of yours."

Thomas rolled his eyes on his way to the podium. This press conference was tedious at best. He wanted nothing to do with it. The last thing on his mind, which should have been the first, was going into detail about his filming process.

He couldn't stop thinking about Amanda and the very real possibility that she'd be chosen as Liam's queen.

He'd become friends with the duchess when filming, The Last Duchess, in Cordonia a couple of years earlier. They'd grown close over their similar love of classic films and had managed to spend as much time together as possible. He took a lot of his free time to visit her in Cordonia along with her estates in Scotland and Italy. She in turn would visit him in California and on his various filming locations.

Their friendship came about so easily that he almost missed the realization that he'd fallen in love with her.

It wasn't until she told him about what typically happens when a crown prince or princess is about to become the new monarch that he realized he wanted to be with her.

"I know it sounds practically gothic." She tried to tease. "But every available lady of the Court must take part in being a suitor for Liam."

Thomas had been floored. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, even with her adding that she truly didn't think she'd be chosen.

"Liam and I are too good of friends." She explained. "He knows I don't have those types of romantic feelings for him. Plus he knows I have no desire to be queen."

"Wouldn't your friendship make you a desirable choice?" Thomas countered. "After all, I imagine he would at least want someone he knows and trusts by his side if he can't find someone he loves."

"Love isn't a necessity in the Crown's eyes." Amanda mumbled. "I never thought about being chosen because I'm his friend."

Silence fell between them as the seriousness of the situation struck them both.

He knew he couldn't tell her how he felt about her now, especially not over the phone. Thomas wanted to see her face when he admitted to being in love. She deserved to have romance and everything he could possibly do to show her how special she truly was to him.

Even more so now that she was forced into what should be a reality show scenario.

After weeks of sporadic contact with Amanda, he'd been scouring the international news sources to try and figure out just whom Liam would pick as queen. There was an American in the mix who seemed a very likely candidate. Liam certainly appeared happy with her in all of Ana De Luca's interviews and pictures.

He didn't know if he was relieved or more worried that there weren't that many images of Amanda and Liam together. If anything, there were only photographs from their past used in articles that mentioned her. They seemed so comfortable around each other. No romantic glances. No lingering touches. Nothing at all to even hint at romance.

It gave him the one glimmer of hope Thomas needed.

"Good afternoon." He gruffly greeted the members of the press. "Thank you for coming."

He placed his phone near his notes in the hopes of hearing from Amanda soon.

Thomas delivered his usual thorough explanation of both his decisions in casting along with the filming techniques he used. After years of teaching, he couldn't help but give a lecture of sorts for each press event. The reporters typically appreciated it since it made their jobs easy and he knew they were sure to have all the pertinent information.

He checked the time once he opened the floor for questions. He knew there was a nine hour time difference between Los Angeles and Cordonia. That meant that Amanda was just in the full swing of the coronation ball, the very one Liam would announce his choice.

Thomas hoped she would send him some type of text letting him know if he would be able to invite her along on his press junket or if he would be invited to her wedding.

Should I go, he wondered. Could I stand to see her marry someone who isn't in love with her now knowing how I feel?

"Mr. Hunt?" One of the reporters said a touch louder.

Thomas looked up. "Yes?"

The room waited on his response.

"Could you repeat your question?" He asked.

"What made you decide on casting Ryan Summers as the bad guy?"

Thomas ran his hand through his hair while proceeding to answer what made him choose Hollywood's most suave and handsome as the sadistic, cold, and manipulative antagonist.

His phone vibrated, causing him to pause mid-sentence.

The person he most wanted and dreaded hearing from finally sent him a message.

I'm on my way home. Liam chose Madeleine and I will have a few weeks of freedom before the next round of court events to celebrate their upcoming wedding. I have so much to tell you! I'm exhausted from this social season and am ready to collapse in bed. I will call you tomorrow 😘

Thomas had a huge smile on his face once her message was reread. He kept up the answer of Ryan's character while his mind raced with the possibilities.

He couldn't wait to start.

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Two days later...

Thomas pushed away from his car the moment Amanda stepped out of her plane. Her smile nearly matched his in delight of seeing each other after months of being apart.

He walked over to meet her at the end of the stairs, chuckling when she practically fell into his arms for a hug.

"Hello." He responded when she finally looked up at him.

"Hello!" She tilted her head. "You grew a beard."

He subconsciously rubbed his cheek. "I did."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to where his hand had been. "It suits you."

He closed his eyes over that simple touch. His mind immediately went to going ahead and telling her what he wanted from her, then he argued with himself that he should at least allow her a chance to recover from her travels.

"It feels so good to be here again." She looped her arm with his as they walked to his car. "I've never wanted to escape Cordonia as much as I have these last few months."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes and no." She hugged his arm. "It was more tedious than anything else. Having to constantly be my best duchess persona without a chance to really relax was grating. I know it was worse on Liam."

As they drove off, she seemed to become sadder.

"What happened?" He asked. "From the few snippets of news we were able to see, it looked like Liam might choose the woman from New York."

"He intended to."

Amanda told him the entire story. His eyebrows rose a few times as she related the mysterious circumstances.

"So, he couldn't choose her?" Thomas felt a great deal of sympathy for Cordonia's young king.

"Not until he finds out who set her up." Amanda huffed. "I wish there was something more we could do. At least Riley didn't return to New York. Maxwell and Bertrand were able to convince her to stay. Liam asked though that we all wait to speak to her until the engagement tour starts. He doesn't want us to cause whoever did this to become suspicious."

"So you'll have to return to Cordonia?" Thomas frowned some at the notion.

"I don't have to, but I feel like I should help as much as I can. Liam deserves to be with the one he loves."

"I see." He muttered.

Amanda's brow furrowed as she studied his stern profile. "Is something wrong?"

His frown deepened. "Only that I intended on inviting you to come with me on my press tour."

"You did?"

He glanced at her face and saw just how happy that suggestion made her.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it in response.

"I did." He shrugged. "I've missed you and thought it would be nice to spend time with you. Plus, your company would make this part of my job much more pleasant."

"It would?" Her smile grew bigger.

"Yes." He replied.

"Where will you be going?"

"The usual spots. London, Paris, Rome, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York." He listed. "A few other spots along the way."

"Hmm. A few of those are where the Court will be traveling. I don't suppose you'd have time to attend some court events with me during this?" She asked.

"I could." He eyed her. "I would make time for them if you wanted me to."

"Then I don't see why I couldn't travel with you!"

Amanda began to explain some of the upcoming dinners and balls to him. He noticed that the idea of his attending with her made her more excited than the actual events.

He found his own heart grow lighter as he drove her to his home. Perhaps all these romantic settings would help lead her into the next step he wished to take.

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A few nights later...

Thomas finished getting dressed. He checked his reflection once more. He normally wasn't a man to second guess his appearance to the degree he was tonight, but he'd come to some decisions.

Tonight would be the night he teased the idea of the two of them together to Amanda.

He'd made dinner reservations at 71Above. With Los Angeles on a gorgeous display at night from the windows, he planned on beginning to flirt with her. He knew it was one of her favorite restaurants here, especially for the view. His hope was that the romantic atmosphere along with his own actions might awaken a possible interest in Amanda.

He stepped out of his bedroom the same moment Amanda did hers.

Her shy smile flashed.

His own lips curved as his eyes swept over her figure. She'd clearly spent a lot of time trying to look her best. The crimson dress she wore was perfect for what he had in mind. It took all his self control to not step closer to her and wrap his arm around her waist.

"Thomas?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." He gave himself a mental shake to stop staring at her.

He offered his arm to her, making her smile in response.

"You'll have to forgive me." He said as he led her downstairs.

"For?"

"For staring. Red is most definitely your color."

A blush rose to her cheeks.

"You're forgiven." She teased.

He chuckled. "I'm going to be the envy of everyone at the restaurant."

Amanda scoffed at that notion.

"I believe I will be the envy of everyone." Her hazel eyes drifted along his tall frame, lingering upon his face. "How could I not be?"

Thomas covered her hand that rested in the bend of his arm with his own. He was ready to keep her here and show just the effect her words had on him.

Instead, he led her out to the waiting car and instructed their destination to their driver.

He then sat back beside her and planned.

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"I insist on you ordering whatever you want." Amanda told him. "Dinner is on me in thanks for inviting me to spend the next few weeks with you."

She began to study the menu. "This and every other dinner we have."

"There's no need to do that."

"Of course there is!" She smiled at him. "You are always so gracious in opening your home up for me whenever I visit The States. The least I can do is pay for our evenings out."

"If you insist on owing me, then I believe I would like something else other than dinner." He countered.

Amanda's lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Oh? Is it a car you wish me to purchase?"

He chuckled, draping his arm behind her shoulders. Thomas scooted a touch closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What I want, doesn't require money." He explained. "It only requires you."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "Me? For what?"

"I want our nights together to be actual dates. And since I'm the one doing the asking, I should pay for our dinner."

Her menu slipped through her fingers and slid off the table.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Thomas gently cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb along her jawline and watched as a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks. It gave him hope that she might feel like he did.

"I realized a few months ago that what I feel for you goes beyond friendship."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"I intended to tell you then but you had to participate as a suitor for Liam." His eyes rested on her mouth then rose back to capture her startled gaze. "I didn't think it right for you to have to give me an answer while also possibly having to marry another friend of yours."

"So you..." Amanda sucked in a shaky breath. "You're attracted to me?"

"In every single way." He clarified. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Her eyes widened in response.

Thomas waited patiently for her to say something about her own feelings.

Their waiter came by, interrupting the charged moment.

"Is this going to be one check?" He asked.

"Yes." Amanda answered.

Her smile made Thomas's heart race.

"My date will take care of the check."

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The next few hours, Thomas set out to charm Amanda. And in turn, she did the same to him. The smiles, the flirty comments, the heated glances and touches all pointed to this transition being successful. They were definitely moving from a close friendship into a romantic relationship.

Thomas was honestly surprised how easily they stepped into these new roles. There was no awkwardness nor hesitancy on either part.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" He asked once dinner was done. "Or would you like to go back home?"

He leaned close to her, bracing his arm above her head, when they got into the elevator.

"We could go for a swim or watch a movie." His fingers drifted down her bare arm pausing at her waist. "We won't be interrupted there."

"I'd like that." Amanda's hands rested on his chest.

They slid up to wind around his next, tugging him closer to her.

The elevator opening along with the sound of voices from those waiting to go up to the restaurant made them slowly pull apart.

Grasping her hand, he edged his way through the crowd, nodding to those who called out to him. He ignored the photos being taken of them and held the door open for Amanda.

Once they were safely back in the town car, Thomas raised the privacy barrier.

"I think I should confess something." Amanda said, making him pause in touching her.

"Oh? Sounds ominous." He teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I have been working up the nerve for nearly a year to tell you that I wanted more."

Her eyes raised to his.

"That I wanted you to be mine."

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

"You were thinking the same way?"

She nodded.

His lips curved as he drew her close to his side. "Then I suppose neither of us can ever deny our feelings for each other."

"That's true." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "I know I certainly can't. Not now since I know you feel the same way about me."

"Amanda." He moaned, turning and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Her hand slid up his chest to tangle in his hair. Her tongue brushed against his, needing more of his touch.

His hands moved along her thighs and lower back. He knew he should slow down and pace their interactions, but each time he heard her say something he'd hoped to hear from her he couldn't stop his need from rising up and taking over.

He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. Since she not only returned his affection but encouraged him to take it another step further. He knew he was a goner.

Amanda checked the time. She knew they had about an hour or more until they reached his home. She unbuckled and straddled his lap. Their mouths met in a steamy kiss while their hands explored the other through their clothes.

Between the kisses and caresses that were fogging up the windows, the couple expressed their hopes for their new future together. Each wish was met with a more tender kiss than the last.

[hopelessromantic1352]

Early morning at 6am. Alex was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Soon enough she woke up, opened her chocolate-brown eyes and was facing Nik, who's been exercising in his new black sportswear next to their bed.

"...16, 17, 18, 19...", he counted his sit-ups.

Without letting Nik notice that she was awake, she smiled and silently watched him exercise.

"...23, 24, 25..."

When he raised his upper body from the floor at the 25th sit-up, he quickly pulled Alex from the bed towards him on the floor and turned around which made Alex lie under him and Nik hovering over her as he pinned her on the floor.

"Hey??!"

"What? You think I wouldn't notice you watchin me exercise, sleepy head? Now I gotcha, rook.", he smirked.

"Niiiiiik, come on. Yes, you caught me, now could you please stand up?"

"No, I finally got ya'. Got ya' where I want ya'.", he kept staring in her chocolate-brown eyes and moved his face closer to hers to reach of her lips.

"Oh no, you don't!!", she giggled and started tickling him. But it didn't worked as she expected and surprisingly looked at Nik who smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Nik, aren't you tickly?", she asked while continued making him laugh and back away.

Looking at her confused girlfriend, he backed away and chuckled.

"I'm not tickly, rook. Now come on, let's get ready."

"For what? It's 6am in the morning.", she asked and both stood up from the floor.

"Let's go for a morning walk and do some jogging outside."

"Nooo, I'm headin to bed. It's too early.", she complained, covered herself back in white blankets and closed her eyes. Watching her softly, he joined her and layed himself next to her on bed. A quick kiss planed on her forehead and rested beside her.

"Nik, can't you just rest for a while. You're always training and exercising."

"I have to be ready for anything.", his arms wrapped her waist and pulled her closer.

"Fiiine, alright. I know, I know, for the safety of our world. I'll join you then.", she agreed. Then she started tickling him again and tried harder this time, but Nik stayed calm.

"Try harder, rook", he grinned, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold it back anymore, gave up and finally laughed.

"Yesss, you're finally laughing!!!"

"Ah, hey... hahaha... stop now, rook. Hey, stop! Rookie, please!! Okay, yeah, you... you... you got meee!!!!"

Alex stopped tickling him and sat infront of him to get a better look at him. Smiling at him, she apologized.

"Sorry, I just wanted to tickle you see your smile. It's cute. I don't like it if you're playing the serious guy. When you smile, you make me smile too.", she said and smiled sweetly.

"That's why you were randomly tickling me, huh?!! You are the one that makes me smile already when you're happy, rook. If you wanna keep sleeping longer, you can. It's just... it would be much nicer when you would join me with work-out. You and me, rook. Since you started living with me, it's no fun anymore if I do my usual things alone without you."

"Guess you got more used to it by having me on your side, partner.", she winked and stood up from bed, when suddenly Nik pulled her back which made her sit on his lap.

"Now it's your turn to smile.", he answered and started tickling her. Alex was very tickly and couldn't stop laughing that much.

"Hahahaha... Niiiiiik, haha... Stop, please?!!", she begged.

"That's what I call sweet revenge. Make me stop now, rookie."

Alex really couldn't stop laughing hard which made Nik stop after a few seconds and waited till she calmed herself down.

"Oh Nik, oh god..."

"Alex, you alright? Calm down. Breathe slowly, okay."

"I... I... I'm fine. Don't worry.", she sweetly smiled.

"I didn't know you were tickly, rook. You still okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. With you, I'll always be fine."

This is so cute!!!! 😍😍😍

[hopelessromantic1352]

Hello, it's me. How are you? Hopefully well :)

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