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"Is he okay? He seemed kind of sad." Imogen to Killian

Killian wasn’t surprised that Imogen picked up on Ambrose’s demeanor. Not only was his cousin doing a poor job at hiding his emotions - not that he needed to, he was just an open book - but his wife wasn’t unobservant. The other man could’ve masked himself better, but she still probably would’ve noticed. It was kind of endearing that she seemed concerned.

“We’re not used to being apart…not just from each other, but our families, too.” Killian explained, joining her back in their bedroom. His hair was still wet from his shower and he would only throw back on a shirt if Ambrose would respond to his text about hanging out before bed. “And Ambrose doesn’t do well with loneliness. I’m lucky to have you I can be myself around, but he has no one in Porto.”

In all honesty, Killian wouldn’t be thrilled, but he would’ve probably be handling the situation better. He just wasn’t cut for what Ambrose was doing in Portugal. And, similarly, his areas of expertise was needed here in London. It was why he had agreed to put himself in the vulnerable position of a (fake) marriage after all his trauma.

“Honestly, we’re both where we need to be, but this probably would’ve been a better job for his personality.” Killian mused, shrugging. When he first started here, he definitely had thought that Ambrose should’ve been. And, while he wouldn’t doubt he could play the role of Imogen’s husband more believably, he was glad he didn’t get the chance to. “I used to wonder how I ended up here instead of him, but I’ve stopped questioning it. We’re just gonna have to make a point to see him more often.”

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“What’s with the face? Do you not like him?” Sabrina to Carson

Carson wasn’t sure if Sabrina was genuinely uncertain, just nervous, or trying to diffuse the tension. Honestly, he was still a little more focused on the stuffed animal in his hands and her voice kind of sounded far away. He didn’t know how she managed to find a weighted toucan plush - it definitely looked like something for a nursery, but that kind of endeared him all the more - and he didn’t miss the fact that it smelled like her. The fact she was referring to it as a ‘him’ made him love the thing all the more.

And when he finally met Sabrina’s gaze, it was like he was seeing a whole new person. This was not just his best friend. She was, of course, the bestest friend he ever had, but…the love he had for her was so much more than platonic. He would never get over his resentment of his accident, but he now recognized that without it, he wouldn’t have her, and that was a trade he was no longer comfortable making.

“I don’t know what to do with you.” Carson’s voice was strangled. He made peace with crying ages ago, but he was also smiling so big now. Gently, he tossed the stuffed animal onto his bed, then wasted no more time to scoop Sabrina up in a hug. He had gotten many gifts from her before, but none that had hit him as hard as this. It made him feel so incredibly seen and loved.

“I love him, bug.” He murmured into her hair, holding her close. He kept his favorite stuffed animals on display, but his extra sentimental ones stayed locked up. This was now his favorite one of them all and he knew he’d he sleeping with him nightly. “Almost as much as I love you. Are you fucking for real right now?”

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“Of course I came… I’ll always come.” Sabrina to Carson

“I didn’t want to bother you…” Carson mumbled, even though he was quite literally clinging to Sabrina. It was late, he has been up since the crack of dawn, and he was very quickly losing steam. Now that she was with him, he could actually relax. He had been ready to torment himself all night, hoping he’d eventually tire himself out the way he ultimately had, if that meant letting Sabrina go to her brother’s game in peace. “I’m sorry that Ginny did - she shouldn’t have overstepped like that.”

He was almost a month into his sobriety and he kept on waiting for it to get easier. Each day seemed to just bring on its new round of challenges - or maybe he was just being pessimistic. He didn’t know. He was definitely making progress, which thrilled him, but he was beyond ready to stop craving his narcotics. Today had been something else, though. He had woken up from a nightmare, which was already a bad start, but again, he had been determined not to bother Sabrina. He wanted to prove to everyone he could do things on his own.

The day got progressively worse, though, with everything going to shit in the end. The fact some of his niblings had seen him in a panic attack made him want to die. And, unfortunately, that wasn’t his sole breakdown of the day. He really wished his dog was done with his training, but he wasn’t even sure Anakin would’ve been as helpful as his mom.

“I’m glad she did, though.” Carson breathed out, trying to pull himself even closer to her. His head was in her lap, arms around her waist. “I said some stupid things when I was panicking, but I wasn’t going to…I promise. I’m taking this seriously. It was just a bad day.” He vowed, starting to work himself back up again. “It was a really bad day, bug.”

He loved this girl. He loved Sabrina so much, it was unreal. “Thank you for coming.” Carson repeated, pressing a kiss to the side of her leg. “It means a lot to me that you did.”

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"How do I look?" Sabrina to Carson

Carson couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled so big. One would think he was seeing his bride to be at the end of the aisle with how he looked. He couldn’t help it! Sabrina’s expression mirrored his - if anything, her smile was brighter - and he was prepared for his heart to burst. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so giddy.

Since his career started, he’d been making far more money than he was used, or even comfortable with. He thought the most rewarding thing he could do with it, charity aside, was pay off his parents’ mortgage. He had been so proud the day he surprised them. When his oldest sister’s car broke down, he’d insisted on just getting her a new one since she had the same one since college. Both moments had made him feel stupidly good, but nothing compared to this.

“You always look great.” Carson gave her a pointed look, as if to ask what kind of question that was, but he was clearly teasing. Sabrina shot him back a matching expression. “Personally, I can’t tell the difference looks wise, but you wanted that, remember? ‘Nothing too fancy, Carson!’” He mimicked her softer tone.

She had already assured him that the feel was better, which was honestly the most important thing for him. Even if it wasn’t by much, he liked knowing her quality of life had improved. “Really, Sab? I want to tattoo that smile of yours on my eyelids so I never forget it. Actually?” He held up a finger with one hand, whipping his phone out of his back pocket with the other. Then, he snapped a picture of her. “That’s my new screensaver. How do you think I think you look?”

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"Thanks for taking me! I had a lot of fun..." Sabrina to Carson

Carson couldn’t help but hold the hug between the two of them a little longer than Sabrina might’ve been anticipating. He told himself tonight he wasn’t going to get emotional, but in the final moments he was sure to fail. Tonight was a fun night for her and that already meant a lot to him. For him, though? It was so, so much more than simply going to a game.

“Thank you for coming with me.” Carson mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. He had to let her go. And he did, but he wasn’t keen on her seeing the way his eyes were now red rimmed. He had ditched his sunglasses hours ago. “I, uh…I’m glad you had fun. I did, too.”

He didn’t need to explain himself right now. He could see the knowing look in Sabrina’s eyes and even if she didn’t know exactly how he felt, she knew well enough. She probably did this more for him than anything else. That thought had tears springing to his eyes, which he was trying desperately to blink away.

“I’ve been following the team’s stats, but I don’t watch their games at home.” He swallowed, the lump in his throat thick. “I haven’t seen many of the players since everything happened and I didn’t…I never thought I could come back to the rink. See them play again. I really wanted to cancel on you, but I didn’t…”

Carson’s lower lip was staring to wobble. He wiped away at his eyes. “Because I knew I could be there tonight if you were with me.” He murmured, lowering his gaze to the floor. He was definitely crying now. “And it really means a lot to me. It means more to me than I’ll probably ever be able to convey…”

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"I love just watching you with her..." Imogen to Killian

It was moments like this that had Killian so grateful that he had been wrong. His little family was vacationing for the first time now that their daughter was born and it was a dream. Aurora was the happiest baby he’d ever seen - sorry, Callie - and already so curious. Imogen and him had been chomping at the bit to start exploring with her. His wife had stepped out for a moment to grab some essentials and snacks from the market a few blocks down, and he’d stayed back with Rory. He was tasked with getting her ready to go down to the water when mama got back.

They’d gotten a villa on one of the most private beaches in Cancun, sparing no expense with the view. After getting her dressed, putting together the bag they’d take sans food, he’d taken the six month old out on the balcony connected to the master suite. He’d been dancing around with Rory strapped to his chest, singing to her ‘Isn’t She Lovely’, when he noticed his wife in the doorway, watching them adoringly. He opened up his arm, gesturing for her to join them.

He used to sing this song to Rory all the time while she was still in Imogen’s belly. He started singing it one night absentmindedly and it just sort of became their thing. He found it wild how she still would kick her legs excitedly when he began to sing this song in particular. It was a miracle his heart hadn’t burst yet.

“Sneak up on us any time.” Killian encouraged, pressing a kiss to the top of both his girls’ heads. Then, side eyeing his wife, he smirked. “I, personally, don’t mind being snuck up on.” He paused, then amended, “By you, that is.”

He tickled Aurora’s side, causing the baby to shriek with laughter, and he looked down at his wife with equal amounts of adoration and sincerity. “Ready for another?” He raised an eyebrow, his grin only widening. The hand that was wrapped around Imogen’s waist gave it a suggestive squeeze. “You can’t tell me she wouldn’t be the best big sister ever…”

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"How are you feeling?" Sabrina to Carson

When Carson was more coherent, he would express to Sabrina just how much this meant to him. Not only was she his safe space, but she showed up. Each and every time he asked, she came. Maybe that was why she was his person, but that wasn’t the only reason.

He clung to her like his life depended on it. Honestly, maybe it did. “Better now.” He said quietly. Carson wouldn’t lie and say he was okay - he was still shaking - but he was starting to calm down. His breathing was mirroring Sabrina’s heartbeat. His mind had stopped racing and began to fixate on every little detail of her. He would be okay. She was here and he would be okay.

“It was a really bad dream.” He muttered, repeating himself. He told her this countless times, before she even arrived. Carson didn’t divulge in the details, because he literally couldn’t, but it involved a reality without Sabrina. He genuinely needed to see her tonight. “I used to never remember my dreams and now…” He chuckled darkly, his frown deepening.

“Can you sleep here tonight?” Carson asked, looking up from from the pattern he was tracing onto her arm absentmindedly. “With me?” He added. This wouldn’t be the first time they shared a bed. “Or just stay with me a little bit? I just want to sleep peacefully for a little bit…”

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"Are you upset? You look upset..." Imogen to Killian

“I’m not upset…” Killian insisted, narrowing his eyes at her. He was being dramatic, yes, and he was definitely annoyed…but he wasn’t genuinely upset. He definitely couldn’t deny that he felt some type way, even if he was trying not to draw attention to the fact yet. Of course, Imogen would’ve noticed the ever so subtle shift in him and would proceed to tease him for it.

She was raising a challenging brow, daring him to continue. In her defense, he definitely frowned and tensed for a second back in the mall. Killian was looking forward to being back in Hungary with Imogen, to integrating her back into his daily life, and showing her off as his person. Then, upon running into some old friends, she stepped forward to introduce herself as his girlfriend and that just bothered him. He couldn’t explain it. This was what he wanted, but there was something about that word…

“Okay, fine.” He frowned, knowing he was setting himself up to be laughed at. Imogen was already grinning at him. “I almost introduced you as my wife, but you beat me to it as my girlfriend…which, I suppose you are, but…” He shrugged, struggling to find the words that could accurately convey how he felt. At least he could recognize he was probably being a clingy fool.

Killian wasn’t going to admit that she wouldn’t hold that official title for much longer. He just wanted to enjoy their relationship as it was naturally before springing the question on her. He knew he would be marrying her for real, it was just a matter of when. Maybe it was that foresight that really bothered him. She would always be his wife to him.

“I guess don’t expect me to call you that behind closed doors.” He finally mused, shrugging. If they had to be technical to others, so be it, but Imogen was his wife as far as he was concerned. At their home, they were as good as married.

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“Can you make it home next weekend? I’ve got some news I want to tell the whole family.” Ambrose to Killian

Killian wasn’t sure if Ambrose realized he was on speakerphone right now, but he did say at the start of the call he was with Imogen. They had another stupid party to be getting ready for. The only upside of these events was how the two of them would celebrate leaving them. He arched an eyebrow, asking his “wife” the silent question. After all, she was in control of their schedules.

She gave him a knowing look, rolled her eyes, then gave him a thumbs up. “Yeah, we’ll be there.” He confirmed, already grinning at the idea of being home. It wasn’t logical to go there often, but he definitely missed his family and wouldn’t mind seeing them. He didn’t even think about how this invitation could be extended to only him, but he wasn’t corrected by anyone, so it never dawned on him.

“Wanna tell me what’s up? Does this have anything to do with your weird behavior lately?” He inquired, taking the phone with him as he crossed the room to Imogen. She’d been giving him a pointed look for more than one reason. Maybe he was putting his foot in his mouth, maybe she was getting impatient. He zipped her dress up, intentionally running his hands up her back, then fastened her necklace of choice.

He didn’t realize that he was nervous until she squeezed his shoulder, giving him his signature kiss there. “At least tell me you’re alright. You’ve been making me a little nervous lately, man.” Killian forced out a chuckle that his cousin would clearly see through. “Please don’t make me have to kick your ass when I see you in a couple of days.”

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"I made extra if you want some..." McKenzie to Declan

Declan kind of felt like a dumbass. He already regretted the little spat he had with McKenzie earlier, which was gnawing at his conscious, but did he have to? His wife didn’t seem to still be upset with him, she was actually giving him a small smile, and part of him had whiplash. He’d already forgiven her, yes, but he wasn’t expecting the same thing in return? Was this how relationships worked? Part of him wanted to ask, but that seemed like the most pathetic question at the moment.

“Uh, yeah…” Declan scratched the back of his neck, trying not to seem any bit surprised. “Thank you.” He added after a moment, giving her a lopsided smile. It went without saying that he preferred her cooking to his, not that he was incapable. His skills were just limited. “Smells good.” He said after another pause, feeling the awkwardness in the air more than he’d like to admit.

Before he could fix himself a plate, McKenzie was doing it for him and he felt all the more dumbfounded. He accepted it graciously, blinking down at her. “This isn’t poisoned, right?” He asked teasingly. Well, he hoped it came out that way. Something told him if Kenzie seemed fine, there was still no need to ask her. This felt safe, though. Natural, even.

Considering the little shove she gave him (which didn’t move him a millimeter), he made the right move. He gave her a small smile. “Look, I know better than do underestimate you, okay? Gotta cover my bases.” Luckily, she laughed along with him, returning his expression. He could work with this. “Wanna eat in the living room and throw on some Avatar?”

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“Don’t look at me like that, you know I’m right…” Ambrose to Killian

As much as Killian wanted to argue, he couldn’t - at least, not successfully. Ambrose was right. He was confusing his look of exhaustion for exasperation, though. He was so mentally and emotionally tired, but he was the only one to blame for that. And, fuck, he was done fighting with himself. His cousin said it best, this time he was the the one hurting himself and the woman he loved. He was the one creating this situation and keeping himself in it.

To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. He was such a coward that he didn’t know how he was even capable of maintaining eye contact with Ambrose, nonetheless how he would with Imogen. He wouldn’t blame her if she refused to give him the time of day if he did show up. He didn’t know how to show her that she was actually everything to him and he’d acted out of fear? That he hadn’t even loved his ex wife the way he did her and would do just about anything to have a life with her?

“I’m not giving you any look.” He snapped, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Okay, fine, sorry. You’re right. I know you are, okay?” He admitted, his frown deepening. Killian had come to him for this very reason, but coming to terms with reality was never easy. Ambrose being right meant that there was a very real possibility he had already ruined the best thing that had happened to him. Maybe he really wasn’t worthy of love if this is how he acted when it came along.

“I really fucked up, Ambrose.” Killian whispered. He didn’t know why he couldn’t have this conversation literally a week earlier. He hadn’t been back in Hungary for more than 72 hours and every ounce of him was aching for Imogen. “But if there’s a chance I can still fix things like you think…then you’re really right and I need to try.”

Even if things wouldn’t go the way he wanted them to, he owed it to her to give her the truth and a sincere apology. Imogen at the very least deserved that. He might not have been a man a few days ago, but he had to be now. “I know you know where she is.” Killian hated that he didn’t. “Think you can come with me for moral support?” Something was telling him he was going to need it.

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"Do you ever miss her?" Imogen to Killian

Ever since his divorce, everyone knew better than to bring up his ex wife and the child that wasn’t his. Killian seldom brought them up himself. What more was there to say? Why torment him further with the pain their memory brought him? It wasn’t like he never thought about them, but he tried to keep those thoughts to a minimum. It was just healthier for him.

He wasn’t upset with Imogen for asking the question so much as he was surprised she even asked it. Even if others were curious, they kept it to themselves. Then again, she hadn’t been there when he was at his worst - she didn’t know how triggering the mention of them could be. Killian knew she was just getting to know him, that this she wasn’t coming from a place of malicious. They were talking about their pasts, after all.

Killian didn’t realize he’d been stalling, staring up at the ceiling blankly for who knew how long as he tried to work through his thoughts, until the feeling of Imogen slipping her fingers through his snapped him back to reality. “In a way, yeah.” He admitted, his voice soft. “I mean, I hardly got to know her, but I miss…being her dad? The opportunity to know her?”

Imogen said nothing, but he could tell she was listening. Probably waiting to see if he would say more. “It seems silly, because I could’ve been there, acted like she was mine…but it never would’ve been fair to either of us. I’ll always resent Lisa for what she did and, to a degree, Elsa for something she has no control over.” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. They both knew that wasn’t the case. “It’s better for everyone in the long run. Some things just aren’t meant to be, I suppose.”

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“We talk a lot about having a family in the beginning… we always agreed, too.” Katya to Loren

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Loren chuckled softly, shaking his head. It was wild to think about how much of his memory was gone, how much change he had been through since he could quite literally last remember…the Loren that had been in the accident was an entirely different one that had woken up from it.

Thankfully, though, he hadn’t forgotten how ready he had felt for a family of his own. He wasn’t sure that was possible, considering he’d been romanticizing the idea since meeting Tristan and Bae, but he still could recall the moment he realized he was ready. If only he could’ve still remembered that said future wouldn’t be with Tasha. Part of him knew deep down, but it was quite disorienting waking up under the guise of still dating her.

Even if this was all so new to him, Loren was trying desperately to be optimistic about everything. If he knew he’d be starting a family with his ex, he would be freaking out, but he felt weirdly optimistic about his. He couldn’t remember Katya, nonetheless loving her, but she still felt familiar. He don’t have a doubt he could love her again and would in time. His mind might’ve forgotten her, but his body was borderline begging for hers. It felt wrong every time they were apart.

“I really can’t wait to meet them.” Loren mused, nodding down to Katya’s bump. “I wish I had more of a memory of the 3 of you, but lack of it doesn’t change the love I already have for them.” He promised. It was kind of scary how much their daughters occupied his mind now. “Or you, Katya. We wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for you and I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve sacrificed for your family so far…”

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“You look beautiful…” Gabriel to Jane

If this was any other man, Jane would’ve scoffed. Her hair was still damp and sticking to her back from the shower she just took, her face was completely bare and even a little red from her skincare routine, and it wasn’t even like she was in some cute pair of pajamas. She hadn’t been anticipated the night going the way it had, plus it wasn’t like she could exactly pack an overnight bag without her parents getting suspicious. So, she probably looked even tinier than usual with one of his t-shirts absolutely swallowing her.

Surely, this look wasn’t anything to be excited over, but Gabriel’s expression had her blushing. It suddenly felt like a sauna in his room. Maybe he was just like every other guy and she was an idiot, but that didn’t feel like that was the case. She felt so empowered under his gaze - like she was sexy, beautiful, intimidating, endearing all at once - which was all so very new to her. She knew he was being sincere and that lit a whole new fire beneath her skin.

And the fact that this was how he responded when she asked what he was thinking in the given moment? Jane was positive if she swooned any harder she’d collapse. “I think you’re beautiful.” She countered, climbing into his bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. She tucked herself underneath the covers, giggling as he immediately pulled her to him.

Jane relaxed almost instantly, wrapping her arms around him as her head settled against his chest. It was like this was a routine of theirs for years, even if it was their first official night together like this. “And no one, literally no one,” She murmured against his kiss, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, “Has ever made me feel as seen or heard as much as you.” Jane blushed. “I feel beautiful every single day thanks to you, baby. Thank you.”

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"I don't think I've ever seen you this happy..." Imogen to Killian

There was no way in hell Killian wouldn’t be back home this weekend. He had no idea what he’d be in store for, but Ambrose had asked him to come, said it was important, and that was all he needed to hop on a plane. He was glad it went without saying that Imogen would be joining him, because, damn, he couldn’t even be upset at the side of him she was now seeing. Her observation was accurate - he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much.

Of all the things he was expecting - most negative, considering his cousin’s odd behavior lately - he hadn’t been thinking he’d be meeting his goddaughter for the first time. Hell, he didn’t even know he had one until laying eyes on her! Ambrose somehow managed to surprise the entire family, but Killian couldn’t even stay annoyed for long. Not when Callie was literally the sweetest, most adorable baby he’d ever seen. He wasn’t looking forward to his time in London coming to an end, but he couldn’t wait to see his best friend and his little niece all the time.

“I’m really happy for Ambrose.” Killian murmured, careful not to disturb the baby in his arms. Ambrose was taking a nap now that he had an abundance of people ready to give him a hand and, naturally, Killian was swift to help. Plus, he was coming into town. He wasn’t the one with prior arrangements unlike several others. “Most of my family wants children and he’s no exception. Even if she was unexpected, I know he’s thrilled to have her.”

He would be lying if he said being with Imogen back in Hungary, with them babysitting his very new niece, didn’t have him feeling a lot of things at once. Things that he knew Ambrose would inevitably call him out on later. Killian kept his focus on the baby in his arms, because if he looked at his fake wife it would be all the easier to keep envisioning what their kid could look like. “And she’s pretty stinking cute, no?” He continued, his grin deepening. He couldn’t resist the urge to boop her little button nose. “I’m glad you came with me to meet her…even if we didn’t know that’s what we were doing.”

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"How do I look? Like I'm dumb as hell and filthy rich?" Imogen to Killian (lunch with the wives lolol)

“You look…” Killian began, already sighing wistfully at the sight of her. He had to give her another once over and that was hardly enough. Imogen really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. “I don’t think there’s an appropriate comparison.” He mused, shaking his head. If they were actually a couple, if he could excessively dote on her in private, there was far more he would say. He didn’t need to make things weird, though.

He figured his staring wasn’t exactly helping his case, so he made himself busy by grabbing her jacket off their bed and so he could drape it over her shoulders. It completed the look. “To answer your question, though, you look filthy rich, yes. Dumb as hell? Not really.” He chuckled, giving her temple a tap. “Unfortunately, I’m biased, but it doesn’t even matter. These people are genuinely stupid, so it’s not like they’ll see through your act.”

God, if she didn’t have to be at this damn lunch he already would’ve had her out of this outfit. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it wasn’t the “rich” aesthetic that was doing it for him. There was something more mature about her look than he was used to. It was like she was dressed like a wealthy wife, but he was more focused on the latter aspect. She looked like after grabbing lunch with the other women, she’d grab their kids from daycare and coordinate some family activity for the evening. Or maybe he was just projecting a daydream of the future onto her. He didn’t know and, fuck, he had to snap out of it.

Killian pressed a kiss to her shoulder, even if her skin was now covered. “I might make you feel dumb as hell when you get back…” He murmured, giving her waist a little squeeze before stepping away. He had to or he wouldn’t be able to take his hands off her. He would definitely be thinking about her until she returned. “Have a good lunch, Im.”

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"I love you, Andy..." Maeve to Andy

Oh god, Andy wasn’t going to cry right now. He didn’t want to ruin this moment by crying, even if they were happy tears! What guy got as emotional as often as he did? And, when it came to Maeve, he was always kind of emotional. She was everything to him and it was more than he was used to. She left him overwhelmed in the best way possible.

Maybe a few weeks ago, he would’ve been insecure and would’ve questioned her, but he didn’t need to now. He could feel his girlfriend’s love. Still, though, it was one thing to have an assumed comfort versus hearing things out loud. Andy thought it was pretty evident that he was in love with Maeve, but he’d still yet to say it himself. While she usually left him an idiot, he wasn’t going to be an even bigger one than he was used to.

He crossed the distance between them to kiss her hard on the lips. He could genuinely stay there forever in her arms if someone let him. “I love you.” Andy whispered, trying not to choke on his tears. “I love you so, so much Maeve. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He rested his head against her shoulder when he was done, his fingers sinking into her hips. Andy never wanted to forget what it felt like to quite literally lean on her for support. He would never not be in love with her, he feared. “I am yours.” He murmured, smiling into the kiss he pressed onto her shoulder blade. “And I always will be.”