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“He keeps kissing my belly like you do and saying hi to her…” Jessica to Zane (with a face like 🥹)

"Mmm," Zane hummed with a grin, nuzzling closer to his wife's bump. He was basically obligated to give it another kiss since she mentioned it. On the other side of her, their son was drifting off to sleep. His eyes kept fluttering shut, but his little hand was right beside Zane's.

Obviously, he had noticed how freaking adorable Alistair was being. It absolutely melted his heart. He might be biased, but he and Jess created some of the cutest, sweetest kids. He just knew if Ruth wasn't having a sleepover at Marc and Kelsey's, she'd be all up in this moment too. She was so excited to have a sister.

"I might've told him that's how she becomes his best friend." Zane admitted, chuckling. He pressed another kiss to her belly before readjusting his position so instead of his head in her lap, her head could rest on his shoulder. He slung an arm around her, pulling her even closer to her.

"He's really excited, babe. I don't know if he fully gets it, but I think he does..." His grin deepened. Ruth was still pretty small herself, so he couldn't say with full certainty this was his favorite stage but so far? He knew nothing of the terrible twos. He loved when Ruthie was this age and, somehow, he was even more of a mess seeing Alistair like this.

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“Do you want to meet him? He’s really cute!” Logan to Love

"Oh my god!" Love gasped, snatching Logan's phone out of his hand at the sight of his baby nephew. She loved babies and children. Beyond that, though, she loved family. She had a soft spot for her own and it was her favorite thing to see others gush over theirs. She couldn't wait for the day she'd be married and create her own family with the man she loved.

Seeing Logan beam over his nephew was genuinely made her all the more attracted to him. Her cheeks would start hurting if she smiled any bigger. "When can I meet him?" She asked, grinning up at Logan. He wasn't lying - that baby was so stinking cute. Then again, most babies were to her. Still, it wasn't every day she just the opportunity to have access to a baby. She wanted to pinch those cheeks.

"You said his name is Florian?" Love confirmed. Her grin deepened when he nodded. She couldn't help but swipe though a few more photos. She was surprised she didn't melt to the floor when she came across them me of Logan proudly holding him, pressing his lips to the baby's temple? She literally had no one to talk about this.

"How soon can I meet him?" Love rose a brow, trying not to be too forward. She knew Logan was on the shyer side, but he was offering to introduce them after all. "I wouldn't mind babysitting. I think that's a fair exchange on such short notice." She mused, nodding. She was teasing, but there was clearly truth to her words. She'd love to see that baby in person. And, beyond that, Logan with his nephew - even if she wouldn't survive it.

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"I can't believe I have cankles..." Suki to Emile (sobbing actually)

Emile was absolutely not laughing at her. At least, that was what he was going to promise her if she called him out. Suki just had this way of catching him completely off guard. When he was surprised, he tended to laugh, regardless if the situation called for it or not. He was just awkward like that.

However, part of him did mean to laugh. He wasn't mocking his girlfriend! He just couldn't believe she was being serious right now. Emile wasn't going to lie and say her body wasn't continuously changing, that it wasn't apparent she was pregnant. She was 8 months along now. It was awkward sometimes, but it was their reality, and Emile wasn't about to put things on pause unless Suki absolutely wanted to. She didn't. He didn't. They just had to keep rolling with the punches.

"Come here, love..." He beckoned for her, pulling her into him. He pressed a kiss into the top of her head, then her forehead, holding her tight. "Do you understand how absolutely incredible you are?"

The thing was...Emile didn't see the aforementioned cankles. She looked ridiculously good in his eyes for a woman this far along. "Are your ankles bothering you, babe?" He asked, raising a brow. He wasn't going to explicitly agree or disagree with her. That just seemed like opening a can of worms regardless of which direction he went with.

Instead, he guiding her to the couch with him and motioned for her to put her feet in his lap. Immediately, he began to massage her, focusing on each foot one by one. "Do you want to pick out dinner? Or the movie we watch later?" He playfully pinned a bit of her skin. She looked at him in surprise, but it seemed to help soothe some tears. "What? You think I'd let you get to make both choices?"

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"Can I put you down as my emergency contact? I usually leave it blank..." Bellamy to Beau

Beau could tell that Bellamy wasn't trying to make this a big thing, even if it realistically was one. He never had to actually think about being someone's emergency contact before. People probably thought that he and Emile were each others, but as far as he knew, that wasn't the case. He still listed his parents when necessary. Emile probably listed his own, if he had to guess.

"Yeah, of course." Beau promised, nodding. He'd never readily agree to something like this so quickly, but this wasn't Bellamy. He wanted to be let in more. He wasn't going to balk the second he got his wish.

He knew things were still pretty early between them. He wasn't trying to discredit that or rush things. Beau just knew he wasn't being nice when it came to Bell. He wanted anything and everything she was willing to give him. If that was trusting him with something like this? He would've told her no if he genuinely wasn't comfortable with the idea.

"Is something coming up?" Beau asked, scratching the back of his neck. "You can put me down, but would it be easier if I just went with you? I would...if that's okay with you..." He murmured almost hesitantly. If any other woman was asking him, he probably wouldn't have answered. Since it was her, though, he had to figure things out. He would never be like her shitty family.

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"Ever thought about going out on a date with a pregnant girl?" Suki to Emile

The chuckle that escaped Emile’s lips was more from surprise than anything else. It was definitely not unkind. His eyes couldn't help but dart to her bump after she called attention to it and, to an extent, he had to remind himself that she was pregnant. It wasn't that he necessarily forgot. He knew that the only reason he knew her was because she was pregnant.

Still, it wasn't like Emile was constantly thinking about it. He was just enjoying getting to know Suki. She was fun and beautiful and just the most interesting person he'd ever met. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even if he wanted to. He did not need to get into how hard he tried to.

“Mmm, can't say I have had that specific thought.” Emile mused, his grin deepening. “I have thought about taking you on a date, though. Wait. I'm sorry – you're pregnant?” He was clearly teasing her. When he really thought about it, he knew he didn't mind the fact. If he did, this conversation wouldn't be happening.

“I, uh…” Emile ran a hand through his hair, chuckling as he really let things sink in. “You really wanna go on a date with me?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck when it reached there. He was probably more baffled by that than anything else. He hadn't been with a woman in any sense of the word in nearly a decade. He basically swore them off.

“I…yeah.” Emile nodded sheepishly, blushing when he realized she was serious. “We should do it. That. A date.” He had to laugh at himself. “Sorry - it's been a while…”

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“Oh my god, you’re so obsessed with me… it’s embarrassing!” Martha to Cedric

Cedric couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, but that was the only body part that physically move.  Well, no, that was a lie.  His eyes kept following Martha around the suite of their hotel - hence her comment, if he had to guess.  He wasn't being shy.  They had dinner in an hour and he was already dressed.  His girlfriend, however, was shamelessly torturing him.  

He wondered if she actually wanted to go to dinner.  He’d say her actions implied otherwise, but when wasn’t she keeping him on his toes? Every time she snuck a glance back at him, though, he could see the little smirk tugging at her lips.  He probably wore a similar expression.  He was a little too fixated on other things at the moment to really be paying attention to himself. 

“Mmmm,” Cedric hummed in agreement.  There was no point in denying it.  Besides, he didn’t want to.  He was unapologetically obsessed with Martha Beauchamp.  He even readjusted his position so he could get a better view of her.  “It’s going to be really embarrassing when people are calling you Martha Mercier.” He told her cheerfully.  “Absolutely mortifying when you have our children.  I mean, it’ll be a whole thing for both of us - but let’s be real, dear.” 

He mustered the energy to get up, cross the room, and face her.  It was times like these where he loved their height difference a little more.  He couldn’t stop grinning.  “You’re literally going to be visibly more obsessed with me no matter how hard you try.” His voice was low, smug.  He pulled her to him, even more thrilled that she was still down to her undergarments.  “People who don’t know you will ask who you are and I’ll get to say my wife.  And you’re going to love it.” He bent down to kiss her.  His actions did not downplay her words.  “That’s so embarrassing for you, my love.”

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"I just need a quick break..." Bellamy to Beau

"Are you okay?" Beau murmured, trying not to let an ounce of panic slip into his tone. Bellamy was calm. He could tell she was flustered, but she wasn't freaking out, which meant there was no reason for him to. He didn't want to accidentally make this situation awkward, because it currently wasn't.

They had been making out - plain and simple. He had been trying his best to keep things not painstakingly slow, yet still respectful. He knew he had to be gentle with her body. Beau knew that beyond her physical limitations, this was all very new to Bell. He never wanted to do too much, too fast. At least, not with her.

He thought it would be okay to advance things. He even asked Bellamy if he could. She was giving him all the cues to. Beau doubted if she understood just how crazy she made him, but he'd tried to make it clear. When she gave him the go ahead to continue, part of his mind stopped working. He let his hands explore her. Let his lips touch beyond her lips. He remembered groaning into her mouth and tightening his hold on her waist before she gently tapped out.

"Take your time." Beau whispered, readjusting both of them so she quite literally had more room to breathe. He was trying his best to be respectful while still being new to all of this. He'd never been with, or cared to be with, a woman long term. He definitely never thought that he would find himself fall in love for someone who was chronically ill - especially to the extent that Bell was. He'd never wanted to protect someone so fiercely before.

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, moving his hands from her hips to her shoulders. "Let me know if I can help." He murmured, ready to do whatever he needed to.

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"I literally don't have anyone else to turn to or I would..." Suki to Emile

"Fuck, Suki, are you okay?" Emile demanded, already moving. He scanned his apartment quickly for the nearest pair or shoes that were appropriate for his outfit. He normally wouldn't go out in sweats, but his mind wasn't even thinking of that. He grabbed the matching jacket off his armchair while he jammed his feet into a pair of sneakers.

The rational part could keep himself from truly panicking. Her voice, while anxious, didn't sound slurred or in pain. That was good. She was calling him and not some stranger on her behalf. She trusted him enough to give him a call. All of these were good things. He would have to hold onto them so he didn't freak out on the way to grab her.

"Is anything bothering you? Is your apartment affected?" Emile wasn't totally thinking straight as he fired off questions. He grabbed his keys from the counter, his movement so quick he scared Ginger from her perch. The tabby ran under his couch. "You're outside, right? I can grab whatever you need inside..."

He wasn't even thinking about Beau or Bellamy (and, if he was being brutally honest, their child Suki was carrying). All he could think about was her. The thought of her suffering in any way...it really wasn't something he could think about properly. He put an extra pep in his step the second the possibility crossed his mind.

"I'll be there in less than 20." Emile promised. "Do you want me to stay on the phone with you while I drive? I can..."

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“I can’t believe we’re married now… I’m your wife!” Autumn to Damien

Damien was genuinely in such a state of shock. Not in a bad way - in actually the best way possible - but he was convinced this was the most vivid dream of his life. There was no way it couldn’t be. He knew many would be daunted by how much and quickly everything recently changed for him, but Damien embraced it. He wanted this. When it came to Autumn, he wanted it all. He convinced himself it would never be possible, yet here he was.

He was already the father to their son. They had a son. There was never a moment he didn’t look at Florian in anything other than awe. He always wanted to be a dad, but he admittedly never thought too heavily on the matter. He always assumed that he would know when things were meant to be. He couldn't stress how everything just made sense when it came to his little family.

And now Autumn was his wife! He seriously thought he was dreaming.

“Mrs. Mercier.” He murmured low into her ear, grinning. He would never get used to that. Autumn let out a little squeak of surprise when he pinned her against the wall and it drove him all the crazier. “My wife.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, before letting out his own manly giggle. “Fuck. I can't believe I get to call you that.”

A lot of people would probably think he was doing this because he had to. Damien knew he could bring Autumn back to France without marrying her. He simply wanted to. This was a dream of his since he'd met her and now it was finally a reality. “I've never been happier in my life, Autumn.”

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"Come on, I'll take you to my secret spot..." Autumn to Damien

“Lead the way.”  

Damien’s pupils were dilated wide with desire.  He honestly didn’t know if Autumn could tell, if she knew what it meant - if she really even cared, herself.  All he knew was that if he didn’t have her by the end of the night, he might combust.  Luckily for him, it felt like she wanted him too.  Maybe not as much as he wanted her, but enough for him to take.  For him to get her to that point once they finally crossed the line they were teetering on. 

He wasn’t shy.  He held her hand in his tightly with theirfingers interlaced, allowing her to guide him blindly. Every now and then she’d glance back at him with that breathtaking smile of hers and it was a miracle he didn’t melt to the ground each time.  Now was one of those times.  Autumn paused to observe traffic and, in doing so, met his gaze and grinned.  She squeezed his hand a little tighter. He watched as her eyes briefly flickered to his lips.

Fuck. He really couldn’t do this. 

“Let me.” He spoke directly into her ear, his voice low but loud enough for her to hear. She gave him a look of confusion.  After all, she was supposed to be leading the way.  However, Damien spotted a little narrow alley a block back while they had been walking.  He had almost pulled her aside then, but he talked himself out of it at the last second.  He tugged Autumn in the opposite direction, earning him another confused glance.  He was moving with a bit more urgency now, but he didn’t care. 

“Damien-” She began once he turned into the alley.  

He didn’t let her finish.  In a moment, one of his hands were on her waist, the other on her lower back as he guided her to him.  His mouth silenced hers with a kiss - their first kiss.  He genuinely couldn’t wait any longer.  His fingers sunk into her skin ever so slightly.  She responded back enthusiastically, her hands reaching for his neck, his hair - her grip as insistent as his.  She bit down gently on his lower lip and he couldn’t help but groan, deepening the kiss further. He’d never been so attracted to someone in his life.  

Then, just as fast as the moment came, it died down.  They pulled apart breathlessly.  Damien could feel the heat all throughout his body and wouldn’t be surprised if he was red from the neck up.  Their hands remained on each other, but instead of trying to initiate more, their grips loosened.  Autumn laughed first and his chuckle followed immediately.  Damien couldn’t help himself.  He leaned in and pressed a kiss for her forehead, then stole another on her lips.  

“Weren’t you showing me your secret spot or something?” He asked teasingly.  Autumn let out a giggle of disbelief.  She pinched him gently, rolled her eyes, and resumed her respective role as their guide.  Damien knew in that moment he was going to marry this woman. 

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"Don't raise your voice at me, Damien, I don't like that." Autumn to Damien

Damien was already frustrated and this was not helping. He didn't fault his wife for her reaction - when he had more time to work through his issues, he would realize he was being a dick and apologize to her profusely. There was no reason for him to get defensive right now. He was upset, yes, but Autumn was still there trying to understand the situation. She wasn't doing anything wrong. And he was screaming at her.

"I'm not - fuck!" He swore, turning around so he wasn't in her face anymore. He swallowed his face in his hands, his nails digging into his scalp. He was so upset and frustrated right now. Nothing was going the way he wanted it to.

His hands lingered in his hair a little longer than they usually would've. He wasn't trying to pull his hair out, but it sure felt like he was. He needed a little bit of pain to ground him. This was easily one of the worst days he ever lived.

"Logan is in hospital." He finally mustered weakly. He knew he was repeating the obvious, but that didn't matter to him. He was so scared. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to raise my voice at you or scare you. I'm just really fucking scared myself." He admitted quietly his voice breaking. "It should've been me. And, instead, poor Logan..." He couldn't even continue the thought.

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“Will you talk to me while I shower? Or just sit there, I don’t care… I’m just worried someone might come in or something…” Odette to Evan

Evan immediately felt his chest tighten with a multitude of emotions. The first was guilt. He hated that Odette genuinely felt so unsafe that she was asking for him to be there for her while she bathed. It spoke volumes to how she was doing. While it flattered him that she trusted him this much, he wished they weren't in this position. Odette should never worry about being vulnerable in such a way.

The second feeling, which was competing wildly with said guilt, was the way his heart twisted in a different way. One that made him feel shameful. This was not a moment to sexualize and he wasn't going to do that. He would never disrespect Odette that way.

Still. He was a man. He was human. And the thought of him being just inches away from her while she was...he didn't even want to finish the thought. He wasn't even sure if he was following her correctly. "In the room with you?" He asked hoarsely, unable to regulate his tone. He tried to clear his throat.

Odette nodded ever so slightly, not looking back at him. She mumbled something about him forgetting it, even though it wasn't convincing in the slightest. Evan took a step towards her cautiously in effort to gauge her reaction before he reached out to her. The secondary, smaller nod she gave him was everything he needed. His hand curled around her wrist gently.

"I'll sit with you wherever." He promised, his voice soft. He almost lifted the arm he was in possession of to kiss it before he remembered this was Odette. She was not his girlfriend. She was his charge. He had to stay professional. And, beyond that, respectful.

"Wanna go to grab food after?" He asked absentmindedly, gently guiding them towards the bathroom. He was trying to not make his reaction to her request a big deal. He also didn't want to call any more attention to him while he struggled with the idea of Odette naked just inches from him. "There's a new store your brother told me about the other day. Lots of pre-packaged stuff and good ready-made food. Ander's words, not mine...but I think it's worth checking out if you'd like..."

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“I bet you were glad to be rid of me…” Odette to Evan (pls remember she is not in a good headspace okaaaaay!!!)

"Kiana," Evan exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying desperately to keep his calm, even though he could feel himself slipping. He wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling right now. All he knew was that it was hot and burning and threatening to end him. "Please give us a moment."

He considered Kiana a good friend - she was almost a sister to him. They had a bond that he didn't have with her other sisters and he enjoyed their relationship, truly. He was grateful they had it, because Kiana just glanced nervously at her sister, then nodded and gave them the space he was requesting.

"How dare you say that?" He asked quietly, but his voice was sharp. Laced with pain. He was furious that she would insinuate such a thing, but beyond that - what was eating him alive - was how hurt he was. He didn't know how she could think that. How she didn't see how this was absolutely destroying him.

"You were the one who slipped away from me. You were supposed to be with me." Evan continued, but his volume was shifting. He was getting louder. "I have never once complained about being assigned to you. I have never once wished ill upon you. You'd really think this low of me? That I would've wanted a situation I had no say in creating?" He demanded.

He raked a hand over his face and through his hair. He felt like he was going mad. Maybe if everything wasn't so fresh, he would be able to separate himself from the situation. Instead, he was visibly shaking in frustration and inner turmoil.

"I thought I got you two killed!" He finally shouted, unable to help himself. "I had to confront your parents and explain how I couldn't find you guys. That you just casually screwed the assignments and I was so fucking stupid that I didn't notice soon enough. I had to explain all of that to my father, too! I thought they were all going to kill me! Your parents, my dad – literally anyone connected to you."

He was pacing now, truly unfolding. He hadn't once let himself feel everything at once. He knew this probably wasn't the best time and he would apologize to Odette later on, but self control was out the window currently. "And you want to know what the worst part of you being gone, Odette?" He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "I felt like I deserved to die for what happened. I still feel that way. I kept going to bed praying that you would just turn up. I would have traded my life for you and Kiana's if it meant you two would be okay. That I didn't ruin everything for both our families."

He was crying now and the realization left him mortified. "Every day that you were gone nearly destroyed me.” He wiped at his tears, shaking his head. “Not the opposite. It was never the opposite for me, Odette."

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“What if they bite me!” Odette to Evan

If this was any other person, Evan would've gotten way more defensive. He couldn't hide the way her very reasonable question left a tick in his jaw, but he had to remind himself that not everyone was a dog person. Odette was already scared out of her mind and he brought her into a space with two very large animals.

Loki and Thor was at his heel, looking up at him eagerly. He could tell by the way their tails were wagging and their ears upright that they didn't feel threatened remotely. He didn't know how to communicate this to someone who clearly didn't know dogs and their dispositions.

"Boys, down." Evan commanded. Immediately, both dogs slumped to the ground, their tails still flopping eagerly. "This is Odette. She's ours now." He said gently, crouching at his knees to address them. He knew that the dogs couldn't actually understand his words, but they would recognize his sentiment. Thor was already sniffing around eagerly.

"Please?" He asked softly, extending his hand to her. "They won't hurt you, I swear. I need them to be introduced to your scent, though." Evan explained, giving her a reassuring smile. "They will always protect you, Odie. They know not to bite you. I just need to teach them to understand they need to bite someone if they make a move on you." He murmured, trying to keep his tone as soothing as possible. "I promise, they're not a threat to you."

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"I'll be back by Sunday, you'll be fine..." Martha to Cedric

Cedric lifted a brow from his current position on her bed, his eyes following her as she moved around her room to pack. Could he be helpful right now? Sure. Did he want to be? Not necessarily...not when he didn't want Martha to go. He was being selfish, he was aware, and apparently he was pouting - not that he would say he was.

"No I won't." Cedric protested. Her little laugh made him smile a bit before he remembered he was pretending to be far more annoyed than he actually was. His frown deepened. "I'll be alone. Irritable. Probably helpless...and you're laughing. I'm going to be in despair and you're laughing." It was hard not to join her.

"Stop it!" He chuckled, sitting up ever so slightly. "My bed will be cold. It might even lose some of your scent!" Cedric swept his legs over the edge of the bed and finally made move to close the distance between them. "I'll have no one to kiss. How can you say I'll be fine?"

He framed her face gently, unable to help himself. He stole a few kisses before he let her go. He was being dramatic, yes, but he genuinely was going to miss her while she was gone. He didn't care if it wasn't that long of a time. He had gotten use to her. "I will be miserable and you should seriously start considering how you'll make it up to me."

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“Oh, hurry, they’re kicking!” Lauren to Alex

Alex wasn’t ashamed to admit that he and Lauren bathed together regularly. It wasn’t just the baths they took - though those were also a weekly occurrence at this point. They actually showered together nearly daily. It made them happy, it was better for the environment, and, honestly? It was just kind of a habit at this point.

The only reason he was in the shower alone right now while Lauren chilled on his bed was because he accidentally forgot to put on deodorant this morning. He had a full day of rehearsal and he knew he reeked by the time he got home. Lauren’s sense of smell was way too heightened currenty for him to subject her to that. He wasn’t proud, but it was life, and poor Willow had dealt with all the men in the band making this mistake one time or another. If she’d been in their shoes before, he definitely never caught her.

He was mid-lather when he heard Lauren call out to him. “Shit!” He grumbled to himself, his heart already racing with excitement. It wasn’t going to be his first time feeling the baby move, but he could still count the amount of times on his hands. Alex doubted he would ever get over it. He furiously scrubbed the rest of his body down, rinsed off, then wrapped his waist with a towel in lightning speed.

Lauren’s hands were still on her belly when he emerged. She looked up at him with a look of awe, then laughed at the sight of him. His hair was still dripping and upper body was barely dried, but his grin matched hers. She took his outstretched hand and guided it to a spot on her side, pressing his palm against her bare skin ever so slightly. Alex didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he felt the little nudge.

“God, I fucking love that.” Alex laughed, his smile widening if that was even possible. He leaned forward to kiss Lauren, then sank to his knes (his hand ever leaving her bump), then pressed a kiss beside his hand. “Tatum, you gotta stop doing this when I’m in another room. It’s a little rude, mi amor.”

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"Show me around, I want to see everything!" Autumn to Damien

Damien couldn’t believe this wasn’t a dream. It surely felt like one. Autumn was here with him in France. Autumn, their son, her Yaya…they were all officially in his home. He wouldn’t be so presumptuous to say it was their home yet, he knew he basically uprooted their lives, but he sincerely hoped that would change in time. He hoped they’d see his native country like their own one day.

He made the necessary preparations. Despite his family’s financials, Damien was never overly excessive with his apartment. He had a nice two bedroom in the heart of the city and that alone already was a small fortune for what it was. For now, Autumn was in his room (well, he now considered it their room) and Florian was set up in a bassinet what was now her side. Yaya was settled in what he had set up for guests, but primarily was used by his siblings when the situation called for it.

“We’re going to explore places I haven’t even seen before, mon cherie.” Damien’s hands were already on her waist and he couldn’t help but tug her closer to him. It still didn’t feel real that this was his life. After a year of mourning her existence from his life, he knew he would never have to go through that again. He wouldn't. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and gvae her hips a squeeze.

“Can I hold him?” He asked hopefully, nodding to where their son was having tummy time on the bed. Damien, admittedly, kind of went overboard with his mom in making sure not just Autumn, but Florian as well, was content. “Like, when we walk around, I mean…we’ll take the stroller? But I want to get better with wearing him like you do…” He admitted shyly, already attempting to strap the carrier to him without assistance.

He mainly just used it around the house, but he wanted to get better with it in public. He understood now why some people preferred to do everything with their kid strapped to their chest. It was singlehandedly one of the best feelings he’d ever known. “Your grandmother should come too, if she wants.” He added absentmindedly, focused on setting himself up without Autumn’s help.