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eight hours (pt. 1)

« 8 hours. 480 minutes. 28,800 seconds. One eight-hour long plane trip to a tropical island is all it takes for Blake McGinn's not-so-friendly relationship with Andrei Svechnikov to completely and utterly change in a way neither would have ever expected. It's a shame that Hawaii is only a two-week trip. »

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov/fem!OC

Word Count: 7,007

Warnings: Cursing, mild indication of sexual attraction

A/N: Part 1 is officially here!!! I’ve fallen in love with Blake’s fiery personality and writing her supposed hatred for Andrei so much LMAO I hope you guys will like this as much as I do!!

Translations:

¹мой фейерверк - my firecracker

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes I do."

Blake McGinn stubbornly crossed her arms, resolutely avoiding eye contact and making it a point to stare straight out of the car window rather than at her brother, Brock, who was looking at her through the rearview mirror like he was contemplating grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

Having just finished her first year of college and having celebrated her 19th birthday only a week before, Brock had surprised her with an extra ticket to Hawaii where the two of them along with a few of his teammates would be travelling for the first two weeks of the off-season.

The only catch that he conveniently forgot to mention: Andrei would be coming.

Now, why exactly did she hate him? Surely because he was only a mere two years older than her meant that she'd be the closest with him out of everyone on the team, especially with the age difference being so minimal and her being around all the time, right?

Wrong.

Blake could not stand the Russian hockey player, though for what reason nobody quite understood except for her. He just… Irritated her, from the first time she met him his rookie year, which was at a local restaurant where he was surrounded by all girls alike celebrating a home game. And no, she was not jealous. Hell, she was only 16, a minor (yes, technically it would have been legal to date him, but still). That was not why she decided she hated him. It was instead the way he looked at her after he turned around at the sound of her approaching the table, just the subtle sweep of his eyes up and down her body… And then the bastard just raised his eyebrows in… In contempt! And then he just nonchalantly turned back to a chatty blonde hanging off his arm.

She didn't know it at the time, but the flush on his cheeks wasn't because of the attention he was getting but rather from how unprepared he was for how pretty he would find her upon first glance, how he wanted to approach her but couldn't because she was Brock's baby sister, she was six-fucking-teen, practically jail-bait, and he had to respect that. It also didn't help that she (and her brother) intimidated him just a tiny bit, for she seemed so sure of herself and exactly what to say despite being two years younger than him.

Blake's ginger hair came to rest just above her shoulders in voluminous waves, and her face held the same youthfulness yet maturity to it much like his did. Her makeup was done naturally and subtly to highlight her dark hazel eyes, her cheekbones… Hell, her entire face, and Andrei didn't know how to speak to her without stuttering or just flat-out flirting, so… He just didn't. He would join the conversation but he would never address her or outright look at her, rather just sneak subtle glances or admire her from afar when she wasn't looking. When she took his avoidance as that he just plain didn't like her, he accepted it because for one thing that was way better than her returning his attraction, and it also made it easier to be around her even if she was glaring at him half the time or spitting out some insult he pretended to have no problem returning.

Because pretending to return her hate was way better than admitting he had liked Blake since she was 16, even if almost everyone saw through it. Including Brock. Andrei was not known for his pokerface nor was he known for being good at hiding his attraction for anyone, so while Brock was mildly disgusted at the thought of his baby sister and his teammate dating, he knew she could do much worse, and Andrei already knew that Brock would beat him up if he messed with her, so.

If only she'd just admit she liked him too…

That wasn't going to happen anytime soon though. Because Blake didn't like him. Especially now that she's being forced to go on a vacation she previously thought he wasn't invited to.

"Look at the bright side," Jamie, her brother's fiancé, broke her out of her thoughts, and she attempted to return the blonde's reassuring smile with one of her own but it probably ended up looking like a grimace. "You probably won't have to be around him much at least, right?"

Blake sighed, biting her lip as she reluctantly agreed with herself to stop arguing and instead just silently brood. Well, if she was just going to be hanging around her brother and maybe a few of the other WAG's instead, then… Screw being too obvious, she wanted to avoid being around Andrei as much as possible.

"Don't expect me to be too nice or anything, though." Blake warned towards Brock who was merely shrugging calmly at her condition. "I wouldn't expect anything less," He agreed with a grin that looked to be a bit too mischievous for her liking. But, at least Andrei wouldn't be near her on the plane, right?

Blake pulled out her ticket from her pocket again to look at the seat number, pleased once more to see that her section was mostly going to be isolated from the rest of the plane.

Closing her eyes and resting her head back against the seat with a sigh, she could rest easy knowing that she wouldn't be having to talk to Andrei until they arrived to Hawaii.

It was decided. Blake was going to murder her brother the moment she got off of the plane.

"Nope. Absolutely not." Was the first thing she said when she entered her section of the plane to find Andrei already seated in front of her, looking quite comfortable with a pillow behind his head and a drink of some sort in his hand.

Just as she whipped around to find her brother, that was when the curtains separating the sections decided to close right in time for her to see Brock snickering from behind his hand looking all too pleased with himself before he and Jamie were blocked from her sight.

Blake stared, dumbfounded and angry, because of course he set this up. Why else would she have been in a different section from her brother? Though she wasn't sure what Brock was expecting to happen considering she could barely stand to be in Andrei's presence before either of them started an argument.

"You should probably sit down, the plane's about to take off.” Came Andrei’s matter-of-fact voice from behind her, and she had to bite her tongue to restrain herself from snapping back.

She was going to kill Brock.

Avoiding staring at his all-too-pretty face, she made sure to take advantage of her window seat and remained staring glaring at the clouds for the first thirty minutes of the flight, but even she could only keep her attention on condensated water for so long before she finally surrendered to the burning temptation to cast a glance over at the hockey player in front of her.

Andrei’s head was tilted downwards, eyes slightly narrowed as he was scrolling through what she assumed was some random social media app on his phone. Despite doing even the most mundane of tasks, he still managed to look good while doing it, and that irritated her to no end because she hated being so attracted to him (though she'd never admit it out loud) knowing that he would never return the sentiment.

As Blake’s eyes shifted back towards the window out of fear of being caught staring, Andrei took advantage of her inner dilemma and let his eyes drift up from his phone, sweeping up and down her form once more and secretly admiring the way she held herself, a sight he's grown to admire like he’s done so many times in the past.

It was a good thing there was almost always some type of war going on inside of her head determined to fight off her bubbling feelings for the left winger that she failed to notice how everyone else around her reacted towards her presence, how Andrei reacted, when they had the pleasure (not really much of a pleasure for Andrei, but he’d still disagree) of being in her vicinity.

While Blake hadn't changed much since her first initial meeting with the hockey star at 16, there was enough of a difference that one could easily tell that she was certainly no longer a kid, which really didn’t help Andrei when trying to move on from her. Where her hair was once unruly and short to the point that she often contemplated cutting it, it now fell in soft waves just a little bit below her shoulders and now held a certain shine to it when the light hit it. She was taller, her features still sharp yet now they held a certain softness to them that only came with age, and while still short he thought she looked better than any 5'10 model he's ever dated before. So, all-in-all, Andrei was completely and utterly infatuated with Blake McGinn and didn’t know how to stop.

And even though that attraction came out in cutting words and harsh insults meant to combat her own fiery words, Andrei only meant the exact opposite when he’d call her an “insufferable brat” in response to her “egotistical prick”, because she wasn’t insufferable (though she was quite stubborn), at least to Andrei.

Because Blake didn’t see the way in which she’d light up a room with her presence, how everyone else around her couldn’t help but smile when she’d be the first to charge towards his teammates after a win or a loss, crushing her brother into a warm hug before doing the same to whoever else was closest to him. She didn’t see the way how Dougie or Sebastian would nudge him when he was caught staring after her for too long with this longing look on his face (and maybe even jealousy too) for how she would eagerly embrace Teuvo or Martin in a hug but cast a glare Andrei’s way when he'd enter a room.

Well, Andrei couldn’t really blame her for the way she acted around him considering he did kind of start it, but he still maintained the claim that he wasn’t the one who fired the first insult, that honor belonged to Blake herself. It remained in his mind every day how her relationship with him might not have been so strained in the first place if he had just talked to her like a normal human-being, something he kicked himself for every night considering he was pretty positive (more like 70% positive) that Brock wouldn’t have beat him to a pulp if he caught him subtly flirting with her.

But, he unfortunately couldn’t change the past no matter how much he may have wanted to, so he would just have to deal with the way Blake would avoid being in his presence or just outright ignore him no matter who was watching. Including now, for when his eyes betrayed him and moved upwards to stare at her once more, he already found her watching him from where she was leaning against the window, and when her eyes met his own her cheeks immediately flushed bright red in a way he couldn't help but find endearing before she quickly looked away.

Well, she already wants to kill me, so, Andrei didn’t dare let himself think of what her embarrassment at being caught staring could have meant, but even he couldn’t stop the feeling of hope slowly blooming in his chest.

“Are you looking forward to Hawaii?” He asked through the knife-cutting silence, and he really wanted to kick himself for the random absurdity of his question, but what else was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, I think your blushing is really cute and I want to date you’? Yeah, fat chance.

Blake blinked, first in surprise and then in suspicion. Just what exactly was he playing at here? Eyeing him from her peripheral, she slowly shifted in her seat to where she was facing the hockey player and regarded him quietly. "I am," she responded, and after a moment decided to follow up with, "I'm also looking forward to landing so we can get off this plane."

Silence. Andrei wondered if she was trying to be nice when saying 'we' or instead was just being her usual snarky-self. He figured it was both.

"That's nice," He eventually responded, vaguely sarcastic, and to her surprise he still continued to speak. "Any plans once we do land?" And she probably would have snapped by now if she wasn’t so taken off-guard, but instead Blake found herself responding calmly about how she planned to be hiding in the shade or swimming in the pool because after all, she was unfortunately as white as a ghost at the end of the day and it only took being under the sun for more than two minutes before starting to burn.

Andrei even smiled at that, his perfect lips quirking up into a genuine grin at her witty humor that had Blake biting her lip hard to keep from smiling back. They were not friends, after all, she shouldn't be engaging in such casual conversation with the enemy…

Blake pretended not to notice how his smile dropped into a small frown when she looked back towards the window, abruptly cutting off the conversation and casting the two of them into tense silence once more.

He sighed, unknowingly bobbing his Adam's apple, and that was when she quickly looked away from the corner of her eyes with a blush she hoped wasn't noticeable.

This was going to be a long flight, was the only thought in her head as she rested her head back against her seat, eyes slowly fluttering shut to try and get some sleep.

Unfortunately, Blake still couldn't banish the image of the smiling Russian from her head no matter how hard she tried, so if she fell asleep with flushed cheeks and a pounding heart and maybe a small smile on her face, she just hoped Andrei wouldn't notice.

He definitely did.

Eight hours later and after a midway-stop at California to wait to board the next flight where Blake practically flew off the plane in her haste to get away from Andrei and her feelings of attraction discontent, they all had finally arrived to Hawaii.

Only none of them really stopped to take in the sights, for most of them had bloodshot eyes and twitching smiles from the exhaustion (and irritation) that Blake especially felt from sitting on the plane for so long.

In fact, she could have just blamed the way she practically snarled at Andrei when he tried to carry her shoulder-bag for her to the jetlag she felt, but she just excused the rudeness of her behavior to wanting to be independent. Blake did not need his help getting her stuff off the plane. Not at all.

Except she did, but she wouldn't admit that when her bag slipped off her shoulder for the fifth time in a row, causing her to trip over the wheels of one of her suitcases with a startled squeak.

But then a hand was suddenly tugging at the strap of her bag, sliding it off her shoulder and onto their own, and when she quickly whipped around to growl at whoever took her stuff from her she came face-to-face with Andrei himself. Recognizing the familiar spark of anger in her eyes, he merely just shot her a glare that had her mouth closing immediately, the desire to argue suddenly, somehow, gone.

Blake wasn’t one to fold easily though, and when she went to open her mouth in protest Andrei just shook his head, and she couldn't really tell if the twitching of his lips was in irritation or amusement. "Please accept the help, okay? If you let me carry your stuff it does not make you any less independent, I promise." He said, almost pleading with her.

She tried to find the anger inside her to argue, she really did, but… She was just so tired, her body was aching, and she really wanted to close her eyes, so that was the only reason she decided to let it go… okay? Blake didn't like his help nor did she really need it, but she was tired. That was all. Definitely.

Reluctantly agreeing, Blake pretended to ignore the way his face lit up with satisfaction at her surrender before he led the way through the airport to find the rest of their crew.

After walking around for a good twenty minutes where Blake fought the urge to go off somewhere and scream, she finally caught sight of her brother's messy red hair standing next to an equally battered-looking Jamie with Jordan, Courtney, Martin, and Dougie next to them. The other Jordan, Captain Staal, or as Blake liked to call him blondie, was off to the side with his own family, and everyone else (AKA Sebastian and Teuvo) was raiding the nearby Starbucks store for coffee.

Eagerly approaching them, she sped past Andrei who looked like he wanted to say something but thankfully restrained himself. Instead, he just watched as the fiery redhead playfully knocked into Brock, a light scowl on her face as she gestured back towards him before Andrei fell into conversation with a grinning Martin beside him instead.

"That was your doing, I'm guessing?" Blake raised her tired eyes to Brock's guilty ones, though he didn't look the least bit sorry about it. Jamie just snorted from beside him, and Brock looked like he was about to respond before a bellowing Jordan caught her attention.

"Little B!" Jordan shouted with a grin, ignoring his wife's playful roll of her eyes before his arms were wrapping around her to crush her into a familiar tight, fatherly hug. "Jordan-" Blake managed to wheeze out with a laugh, not able to find it in herself to berate him for that awful nickname he had given her the first time they met. Much to her chagrin at the time, it stuck, and to this day most of the guys on the team still use it to tease her, and according to Brock, express their affection for her.

"How was the flight?" He asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows once he finally freed her from his death grip, and after sneaking a glance at Courtney to find her smiling guiltily she realized that a majority of the team must have known about Brock's plan to seat her next to Andrei. It was no secret that the two of them despised each other and this certainly wasn't the first time they were set up, but this time she couldn't help but wonder if Andrei was also aware of the plan… he hated her though, so why would he have agreed if he did know?

Blake rolled her eyes at the older man's grin. "It was… Tolerable.." She spoke carefully, eyeing the way Jordan looked to be fighting hard to refrain himself from smiling. Thankfully Courtney came to her rescue - ever the mom to both her and everyone else - and tugged on the left winger's shoulder to gain his attention. "Our luggage is here," She gave Blake a warm smile and an apologetic shake of her head for stealing him away so soon, but Blake merely waved them off with a friendly grin. She'd have plenty of time to be around them at the hotel, after all.

And she also didn't want to deal with anymore teasing from Jordan, but.

Brock was soon approaching her with a testing look on his face, and when his little sister merely rolled her eyes he knew he was in the clear and then happily threw his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, Little B, we've gotta get out luggage too," Smiling to himself, he easily ignored her disgruntled expression at the use of her nickname, but it was quickly forgotten at the promise of being able to get to the hotel soon after. The thought of being able to take a warm shower, maybe watch some television, and sleep for twelve hours like her body was begging her to had never appealed to her more.

Blake leaned into her brother's shoulder as a yawn escaped her mouth, her eyes blinking wearily as she vaguely registered that they were walking to the luggage claim, and she probably would have ventured off to find a seat somewhere to rest her eyes if it wasn't for a voice calling out her name from behind her, causing her to spin around with a slight furrow in her brow at who would be needing her.

And because of course it was, Andrei was holding up the strap to her bag he had kidnapped from her earlier. Looking up towards Brock, she already found the red-head to be looking down at her with a barely-there smirk that had her rolling her eyes immediately. "You better go get that," He teased, and Blake merely scoffed before shrugging his arm off her shoulder and reluctantly fell back to walk next to Andrei who was now regarding her quietly.

"Thanks," She mumbled, avoiding his eyes as she took her bag from his outstretched arm. When their hands brushed together, causing a jolt to run through her body at the contact, Blake's eyes immediately shifted up to meet the culprit's to find him already looking at her with some strange expression on his face she didn't recognize.

For whatever reason, Blake couldn't find it in herself to look away from those dark brown eyes of his, suddenly finding herself admiring the sharp lines of his jaw and his hair that always looked perfect even after they just spent eight hours or more on a plane. It aggravated her how good he always managed to look, while she always had to at least do something to make sure she didn't look like a deranged animal.

Feeling her face heat up from the staring contest they were both competing in, Blake embarrassingly ran a hand through her slightly-moussed hair and quickly turned away, forcing herself to actually put one foot in front of the other to get the hell away.

Andrei gulped, the image of her plump lips and her stunning hazel eyes stuck in his eyes before the view was suddenly cut off by her abruptly retreating away. Even then with her clearly uncomfortable at how things were going, he couldn't help but follow like a lovestruck fool as he admired the way her hair flowed out behind her.

Blake cast a wary look behind her, tuning out her brother's rambles to Jamie where both had somehow missed her little… Thing with Andrei.

Ignoring the way his eyes were burning into the back of her head, Blake swallowed dryly. She prayed to whatever gods were listening that she could go home from this vacation without something happening.

And by something happening, she meant ignoring her consciousness screaming at her when she could no longer resist grabbing Andrei’s face and smashing his lips onto hers.

Oh, wow, was the one thought everyone simultaneously shared as they walked through the hotel doors. While the sun was just about to finish settings, the lighting still managed to reveal the high ceilings that held sprawling palm trees which practically touched the roof, and the single guys of the trip couldn't keep their eyes off of the beautiful dark-skinned Hawaiian women who were gracefully weaving their way in-and-out of the crowd.

Except for Andrei. He only had eyes for one woman who, unfortunately, hated his guts.

Blake herself was eyeing the waterfall just to the side of the check-in desk, the sparkling water making her realize how much she truly missed swimming. She couldn't wait to see if the Pacific ocean was as truly enrapturing as people said.

Even if she had to lather herself in sunscreen to keep from getting burned less than five minutes out, but.

Realizing that she had fallen behind to admire the tropical scenery, Blake quickly picked up her pace to find her brother and several other of her teammates surrounding a lone employee at the check-in desk. Andrei included. Not that that was relevant or anything.

"What do you mean there was a room mixup?"

Jordan Staal's baffled voice cut through the scattered chatter of the hotel lobby, quickly followed by the other Jordan's dumbfounded claims. Brock stepped forward beside the Captain and Alternate Captain and asked which rooms were mixed-up, and when the clerk responded with two room numbers, one sounding vaguely familiar to her, Blake couldn't help the way her stomach churned uncomfortably when the three men slowly turned around to face her with varying levels of regret and nervousness.

Brock was the first to open his mouth, and Blake had a feeling that she was going to hate whatever came out. "So…" her brother's hands came up to rest on her shoulders, and right then and there she decided whatever news it was she despised it. "Your's and… Andrei's rooms were next to each other on the same floor -maybe on purpose- and unfortunately, they, um…"

Brock looked away then, casting a desperate glance to Jamie who was only shaking her head with a lone raise of her brow as if to say 'well, what were you expecting to happen?'

"Because they were switched so quickly to be… Beside each other, the rooms weren't accounted for in their systems, so they ended up signing away the rooms to other guests instead." Brock finished with a wince, realizing how awkward and messed up the situation must have sounded to his little sister.

Blake stared, wide-eyed, rubbing her eyes from both exhaustion and disbelief while hoping that this was just a prank, and then she looked back up with clear bafflement in her eyes. "You're telling me that our rooms are gone because— because you… Switched them up too quickly just to be next to each other?" The more she spoke the more angered and deadly her words became, and even Brock gulped at the intensity of her death stare which rivalled that of Elias Pettersson.

Andrei - to Brock, at least - looked much too calm at the situation at hand for his liking. Adjusting his own bags and ignoring the wiggle of Martin's eyebrows, he was currently eyeing his livid little sister with both wariness and anticipation. Though, he supposed he couldn't be too mad at seeing the obvious attraction he held for her, considering he was constantly trying to set them up…

Nonetheless, Brock still managed to cast a warning glance over to the younger player who thankfully looked away because no, he wasn't in the clear just yet...

"...Yes." Brock eventually responded, avoiding her piercing stare, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. When casting a look over to Jordan and Marty who were very clearly looking to stay out of the two sibling's feud, the latter just plain whistling to himself as he tapped his fingers against the desk, the left-winger knew he was on his own.

Blake stared blankly, lips pursed and cheeks as red as her hair as she fought to control her fiery temper. It was only when she felt her nails begin to dig into her palms in her haste to calm herself down did she release a strained breath, closing her eyes to take a deep inhale before meeting her brother's reluctant gaze. "And where exactly are we going to be staying now?"

And that's when she saw Andrei shuffle up beside her, only meeting his eyes for a second before they both stared expectantly at the older man in front of them. Only Blake's eyes were filled with dread and nervousness, while Andrei's held anticipation and even excitement.

Brock interlaced his fingers then, pursing his lips with a slight grimace before opening his mouth to respond, and Blake already knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth she wasn't going to like it.

After casting a glance to the hotel employee's way who merely stared back with two of the same key cards in hand, Brock met the eyes of the two adults in front of him and braced himself for their reactions. "A suite. With the two of you sharing, and before you scream, Blake, there's going to be plenty of space to spread out, don't worry." He may or may have not purposefully omitted the part where they'd have to share a bed, but. Hey, they'd still have space to spread out... right?

He trusted the kid, maybe more than he should considering the feelings he had for her, but… He just had a feeling that by the time they left Hawaii, the relationship between the left-winger and his little sister would be completely and utterly changed.

The only reason Blake didn't blow up in the middle of the hotel lobby was because it was exactly that: they were in a hotel lobby. She was already seen as the baby of the group after all, no need to add more fuel to the fire of that little reputation of hers… Nonetheless, not even she could help the way her face twisted up into a grimace, wince, and a scowl all mixed in one as she cast a wary glance towards the hockey player beside her.

The red-head completely ignored her brother's guilty expression, instead choosing to spin around to point an accusing finger in the subject of her deepest desire's chest, who was currently staring at her with his deep brown eyes like he either wanted to swat her finger away or just pull her close. "There's going to be absolutely no funny business, you hear me, Svechnikov?" Blake hissed, cursing the hockey player's height as she was forced to tilt her head back to even get a good look at his face.

Andrei, who looked much too amused and even smug for her liking, merely lifted his eyebrows, and, much to her pounding heart's pleasure, licked his lips very slowly before meeting her eyes with something akin to desire on his face before he gave a single nod, agreeing and entirely unfazed by her threat. "Of course, ¹мой фейерверк," The Russian murmured, only further irritating the woman in front of him.

He had to admit, Blake McGinn was the only person - or the only woman, he should say - not impressed by his knowledge of Russian. It probably would have made him feel worse at her indifference of his native tongue if not everyone knew that she despised it when others spoke in another language in front of her, especially when they were trying to make a point when doing it. He supposed it had to be her curiosity getting the best of her, and not being able to know what they were saying just made it worse.

Either way, he just couldn't resist speaking Russian in front of her when it resulted in a bright red blush in her cheeks despite it being from anger that awoke certain desires in him that he himself blushed to think about. Nonetheless, Andrei took pity on Blake and kept quiet the entire, yet tense, ride up the elevators up to their floor, the younger girl reluctantly eyeing her brother as he asked to speak to Andrei right as they arrived on their floor.

Thankful for her brother's obvious plan to talk to Andrei alone, Blake gladly took her bags and marched right off of the elevator, determined to ignore the hushed voices of the two men behind her as she searched for their rooms, occasionally casting a glance at the number 428 stamped onto the cards to make sure they were going the right way.

“At least I have my own room…” She murmured to herself, picking at the skin around her nails as she finally found her- err, their, room to the right of the hallway. Casting a quick glance behind her to see Brock finally - though suspiciously quickly… - letting Andrei escape with a mild blush on both of their cheeks, Blake placed her key card in front of the scanner and opened the door once the light turned green.

Blake was in awe the moment she stepped into the room. Walls painted a light yet muted teal with delicate, faded paintings of flowers adorning the walls, the room held large open windows with silk curtains that let in the bright Hawaiian sun, covering the room in a serene glow that had her almost thankful for the switch. It wasn’t a suite for nothing, after all…

She couldn't even offer a complaint when Andrei slid into the room beside her after a few moments, purposefully brushing their arms together as they stood side-by-side and took in the décor of the suite.

After she got her fill of taking in the room, she set her suitcases in the middle of the room and, ignoring the suddenly-confused look Andrei was giving her, took her phone and closed as many of the curtains and turned off as many lights as possible and began waving her phone’s flashlight around.

And, feeling slightly vindictive, Blake just may or may have not accidentally on purpose directed the light towards Andrei's face while passing him at the entryway.

"Damn it, Blake," Andrei let out some sort of high-pitched noise that sounded like a scream as he stumbled back with a curse, choosing to ignore the smug smile on Blake’s face as she continued to walk around the suite. "What are you doing?" He almost growled, rubbing furiously at his eyes to try and clear his vision.

"Checking for hidden cameras," Blake replied nonchalantly, humming to herself as she finished checking the last mirror in the room and came up clear. Andrei stood silent for a few moments, watching the smaller girl roam around from room to room and wondering what had ever made her feel so unsafe to the point that she felt the need to check for spyware.

It was with that thought in mind that Andrei clenched his jaw, almost surprised by the overwhelming protectiveness and worry he felt for her, and some part of him was wanting to find out and press her for what had made her so paranoid of her privacy, but he knew that would most likely end up with Blake punching him in the face, and that wasn’t exactly how he imagined getting touched by her for the first time. Instead, he settled with releasing a lone sigh before pulling out his phone, closing out of Instagram and deleting any extra notifications he had before turning on his flashlight, slipping by Blake and without another word began to help her debug the room.

Though Andrei missed the thoughtfully conflicted look on Blake's face as she watched him help her without complaint, he did not miss the way in how strange the suite’s layout was, how there was only one bathroom (granted, a huge bathroom) that lead from the living space and was attached to another room, and then ventured off through an open doorway to reveal the kitchen. And after that there was just the balcony, and the one thing left that neither Andrei nor Blake had managed to discover yet… The bedroom.

One bedroom. Singular. Emphasis on the absence of the 'S' at the end. Because right as Andrei swung open the door neither of them had managed to get into just yet, he was faced with a lone king-sized bed in the middle of a lavishly decorated Hawaiian-themed bedroom.

Fucking hell— The hockey player stared at the singular bed, albeit large, but nonetheless it was one, and while he didn't necessarily mind being in the same space as Blake for two weeks, sharing a bed, he didn't exactly want to get his head torn off when the fiery redhead decided to take her embarrassment and anger at the situation out on him. Suddenly he realized why everyone was so reluctant to tell them of the room switch to begin with, because it wasn't just a regular hotel room.

They had given him and Blake a couple's suite to share.

Andrei cursed in Russian under his breath, bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose before he warily turned to call out for the younger McGinn. "err- Blake?" He called out, briefly wondering if she was still searching the hotel room for any more hidden cameras.

"Yeah?" Blake responded from somewhere in the kitchen, lifting her head back up to furrow her brows at Andrei from a random room's entrance. Why did he sound so nervous and antsy? "Did you find a camera? Because don't worry I know how to get them out, I should have known they'd hide one in here though-" Blake rambled as she rounded the corner to approach the left-winger, oblivious to the way his eyes followed her with both interest, nervousness and anticipation all at once.

Andrei winced. "Not exactly," he mumbled, stepping to the side to let Blake have a better view of the room.

At first, she was confused, because so what? It was just a bedroom, though the bed was pretty big for just one, and there was also a joined bathroom that looked very large considering there was still another bedroom, and—

Blake blinked once, twice, three times, and as she slowly turned around to face Andrei who was resolutely avoiding eye contact, the feeling of dread that had been slowly building up in her gut which had previously been ignored suddenly made much more sense.

"Did they… Are we-" She stumbled over her words, mouth dry and eyes wide with disbelief as the hockey player hesitantly nodded with a grimace.

At his confirmation, the feeling of nervousness and her pounding heart faded away to be replaced with anger, her default emotion, because of course her dumbass brother just couldn't help meddling even more than he already had.

"Out of all the cliche, mother fucking things they could have thought of…" Blake scowled outwardly, muttering numerous profanities to herself that her grandmother would probably try to drown her in holy water for. Unfortunately for her, it was a little too late to be complaining for another room considering they had already accepted the switch, and that it was nearing an inappropriate time to bother others, especially for the natives who were used to the time.

That was why she bit her tongue from spilling out anymore insults, and instead merely marched by Andrei to grab her stuff from the living room to take into her, their, bedroom. "What?" She snapped, eyes simmering with frustration as she watched him watching her with something she couldn’t identify swimming across his face.

"You want to use the shower first?" Was what Andrei settled on instead, trying desperately to change the topic and distract them from the fact they had to sleep in the same bed together.

At that, even Blake couldn't help the way her face immediately softened at the selfless offer, because for the first time since landing she finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes and the tension coming off of Andrei in waves, and sure, maybe she felt and looked the same way, but not even she could stop her caring instincts from trying to nurture the infuriating hockey player. "Do you?" She countered, her face twitching hard to try and contain the reaction that Andrei's immediate soft, tiny smile evoked from her.

"No," he murmured with a quick straightening of his shoulders, and then suddenly he was approaching Blake to stand in front of her so fast that it gave her whiplash. She couldn’t help but swallow hard at their sudden closeless, her body almost wanting to lean forward into the heavy hand that was hovering over the curve of her waist teasingly. Blake's breath became more labored and heavy the closer Andrei got, and she could have sworn he could hear her heart beating out of her chest when the 21 year-old leant down to brush his lips against her ear, and then- "You need it more." The teasing lilt of his voice would have kept her in her trance if not for the words spoken, and Blake scowled straight through the burning red in her cheeks as she immediately took a quick ten steps back from her arch nemesis.

"Fuck you," she growled, her face twisting up into another unpleasant scowl when he immediately responded with something in Russian, voice confident and his arms crossed with eyes so dark and heavy-lidded that it made certain parts of her flush pink as she hurriedly stomped off with one of her suitcases into the conjoined bathroom.

God, she moaned quietly in frustration once she was safely separated from Andrei with the satisfying sound of the bathroom door lock clicking into place. Please let me escape from this place without letting him pin me against a wall.

As Blake turned on the shower and watched the steam fog up the glass and mirrors, she had a feeling that the anticipation and even excitement bubbling in her stomach at the prospect of sharing a bed for the next two weeks with Andrei meant something was going to happen, and soon at that.

Blake couldn't tell if she was looking forward to seeing what that feeling meant or if she was dreading it. But if the way her body responded to Andrei's rather flirty ministrations from earlier was any indication, she had a feeling that whatever was going to happen was going to be something she might just end up liking, look forward to, even if it was with the hockey star.

Though she wasn’t nearly as scared at the thought of this feeling as she was of eventually coming to the realization that she might not hate Andrei as much as she thought she did.

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

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Part 10 | parte dieci

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Longing glances and shy smiles. That was how Amelia and Ben both spent the next morning at Cobham together, prior to travelling to Stamford Bridge for the fourth match of the season against Aston Villa. The two had spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch; no additional kisses were shared between them as they had both agreed to keep things friendly, and no matter how hard Ben tried, Amelia had no intentions of going any further just yet. She had admitted to him something that she had never uttered out loud before: she still needed to work out how to exist without Fede.

While their situationship had been as unconventional as it was, it was still something that Amelia had grown to live with and love. Fede’s personality was unlike no other she had come across, perhaps closest to that of Jack Grealish. Friendly, flirtatious, charming, to the point where she found herself blushing sometimes - not many people had been able to make her shy enough to blush, but Fede had, and now Jack was too.

hot boy grealish

mornin mils, can’t wait to see ya today.

I’ll be the hot one with the good hair and even better ass.

hot gal mils

morning my dear jacky, looking forward to seeing you too.

Is Tyrone not playing?

His bum has always been my fav bum to stare at.

hot boy grealish

cut it out, you.

Banter-filled texts had been a constant stream of entertainment throughout the days leading up to the match. Jack has been preparing Amelia for the possibility of her losing, constantly picking on the girl for being an overachiever and saying that she needs to be brought down a few pegs, having been quite some time since her team had lost a match. Amelia however, with enough self-confidence to rival that of the villa boy, wouldn’t even let him finish his sentences. Far too superstitious for that to happen.

The girl believed in superstitions, and she was not about to tempt her fate. She even went so far as to have her family name and a small Italian flag embroidered onto the inside of her collar of every polo shirt she would wear for match days. She did it at Juventus and organised for it to be done to her new Chelsea uniform. It was a personal choice, something that happened to run in her family also, her father and brother also having the White family name stitched to the inside of their kit. It was a way of keeping them all tied together, no matter what side of the pitch they were on. The Italian flag was there to remind her of all that the country had given her: her grandparents and a chance to be brilliant at what she loves most.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge off of the team bus, Jorgi had insisted she sitwith him and they spoke exclusively in Italian for the 30-odd minute drive from Cobham. Despite Amelia purchasing a new car a few days prior, Jorgi insisted they continue to carpool. It worked out well because now Amelia wouldn’t have to catch the team bus back to the training ground after the match. She had spent the better part of an hour out on the pitch with some of the boys, running through the plays she had in mind before she ushered them back into the changeroom, allowing the Aston Villa men to have their time out on the grass.

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“I would know that bum anywhere.”

“Hello Jack, nice to see you too. I’ve been well thanks, so has my bum. I’ll let my face know you said hello, too,” I spoke as I stood up from my crouched position, where I had been tying my laces.

“Just kiddin love, actually no I'm not - I love your bum. But I am happy to see your beautiful face too!” Jack spoke, as he pulled me into a hug - wrapping both of his arms around my head, effectively pushing me further into his chest.

“You saw my face a couple days ago when we were on FaceTime!”

“I saw your bum a few days ago on FaceTimetoo, doesn’t mean I'm not happy to see it!”

“So that's why you like helping me do my laundry, so you can see my backside as I reach into the machine!”

“Now I’m not a religious man, but I have prayed to God a few times that you drop a sock or two riiiiiiight in front of the camera.” He laughed back at my shocked expression.

“Jack! You are ridiculous! Stop being such a perv! No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend” I play-shouted at him as I smacked him with my rolled up matchday program.

“I’m holding out for you, my love.”

“Always the joker, Jack. Get out there and prepare for the worst match of your season.”

“Dream on Mils, we’ve got this in the bag.”

“Sure thing Jacky, sure thing.”

I walked further up the tunnel towards the changeroom, getting ready to deliver my strategy talk to the boys.

“Stop looking at my ass, Grealish!” I shouted without turning around. The boisterous laugh that followed my exclamation was enough to know that I was correct. I didn’t need to turn around to be able to predict what the laddish lad was already doing.

60 minutes of football later.

Amelia was correct in saying that Chelsea were going to win the match, her quiet confidence only getting louder and louder as each premier league match went on. She was apprehensive at first to see if her tactics were going to work in the Prem, or if there was to be some compromise on skill due to the fast-paced nature of the game. So far, however, the Chelsea men were quick learners and even quicker to execute.

One thing she wasn’t prepared for, however, was the absolute worldie that Jack had scored just before half-time at the Bridge. There was an element of familiarity in his goal, recognising the play as one of her own. A small smile crossed her face after he scored, running to celebrate with the away fans before jogging down past the bench and mouthing a quick “all you baby” at her as he moved back into position. She must have told him about it back when she was in Italy, knowing that there was no chance she would have exchanged her trade secrets to an enemy in the same league. It warmed her to know he paid enough attention to her to be able to practice that on his own with his team and execute it flawlessly in a live game.

What Amelia also wasn’t prepared for was for anyone else to recognise the play. Behind her on the bench sat an oddly-inquisitive Ben. He saw the tactic as it was playing out, recognising the run that Jack had to make to put himself in the box at the exact moment that John McGinn crossed the ball. Better yet, he saw Jack run down the sideline, nowhere near where he should have been, and mouth those words to Amelia. He wanted to know what was going on, was that why she wasn’t ready to commit to him?

Later that same evening.

After a hot shower, Amelia was curled up on the couch, ready to continue the docuseries she was watching the night before when she had an unexpected visitor pop round and confess his feelings to her. Thinking back on the night prior, she was happy that things ended up working out the way they did. Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled with just how they happened but she could forgive the sweet boy. His intentions were pure and that's not something she was used to. It made her giddy to think about him, and about where things may go in the future.

A ring of her doorbell, almost to the exact hour that it had the night prior, made her get off her couch and walk down the small hall to the front door with a smirk on her face. Expecting to see the same brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that seemed to enjoy ringing her bell after hours. What she saw on the other side, however, was not what she was expecting.

“Jack, what on bloody God’s earth are you doing here?! You should be halfway back to Birmingham by now!”

“Are you gonna let me in love, it’s bloody cold out ‘ere tonight. Come on, shove over,” The slightly-less-than-6-foot-tall footballer commandeered her hallway, shutting the door behind him and locking it. This, coupled with his overnight duffle bag hanging off his shoulder let Amelia know that he had no other plans but to stay with her.

“Sure, Jack, I suppose you can come in and spend the night crashing in my spare room.”

“Now now, don’t pretend that you’re not happy to see me, love. And a spare room? I believe you promised me a cuddle.”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the charming young man. Feeling the blush start to spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks, she quickly turned and walked into her kitchen, calling out over her shoulder to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Feeling a sense of deja vu from the night before, she shook her head and reminded herself that this is nothing like the night before. How could it have been - there was no kissing involved.

“Was that a blush I saw? Do I make you nervous, Amelia?” Somehow, Jack had moved to be right behind the girl at her kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, chest to her back, lips to her ear. Amelia felt herself freeze, and then relax into his hands.

“Jack, please, I don’t think we should do this.”

“Why not, Mils? You can feel it, too. The tension through the screen’s enough to force me into a cold shower most nights.”

And just like the night before, the whistle of the kettle was the only piercing sound resonating around the townhouse. Whilst all she saw was truth behind Ben’s eyes, Jack's eyes were clouded with lust and affection. Just once, she could give in, right?

Leaning her head back to rest on his right shoulder, he attached his lips to the left side of her neck. Hands rolling from the side of her hips, to underneath her shirt, feeling the small navel piercing between his fingers and smirking.

“Didn’t take you for being the kind of girl to have a piercing, Mils,” He spoke into her collarbone, a small nip to the sensitive skin as the girl continued to focus on her breathing.

“Piercings, Jack. I have more than one” She breathlessly spoke, knowing exactly what she was doing now. The admission of having more than one piercing that he could not see was all of the consent Jack needed to continue his exploration of her body.

“Are you going to let me see them, darling?”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’d say I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now, especially in this position.”

She was unsure how it had happened, but Jack had pressed her further into the countertop. With her back still to his chest, his waist was at the perfect height to press into the small of her back. His leg had settled between both of her own and his hands had found the bottom of her bralette and were gently caressing her rib cage, desperate to get closer to where he presumed her other piercing was.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jack,” she breathed out into the air, hot air escaping her lungs to resemble what she felt brewing in the pit of her stomach. Desire.

“Why the bloody hell not?” he mumbled into her sweet spot, where her jaw met her neck.

“Because I've been here before. This is bad.” With her eyes shut, he continued his way down her neck. The fabric of her top shifted so he could slide one of her straps down her arm.

“If it's bad, why does it feel so good? '' Whilst his lips got to work on her collarbone, and his hand was busy toying with the elastic line of her bralette, his other hand began to fiddle with her fingers. Entwining them with his own, the kind of strength she needed to feel to make her next decisions.

Pushing back off of the counter, meaning her ass had pushed right into the part of his body where he wanted her most, Amelia turned around and faced Jack. The two stood there, slightly panting, staring at each other. Amelia being the kind of girl that she is, decided that she wanted to have a little slice of the dominance pie. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, that second piercing now very clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette.

“Come on Jack, aren’t you an athlete? What’s got you so out of breath? I thought you’d be able to last a little longer than some heavy petting.” She taunted at the smirking man, wanting nothing more than to mess up his hair as he nestled himself between her thighs. That's exactly the position that they found themselves in not more than 5 minutes later, this time upstairs in her bedroom.

Throughout the multiple rounds of passion that the two so-called friends shared that night, not once had their lips touched. Of course, her lips had touched parts of him and he had definitely been all over a completely different set of lips a few times (and from a few different positions), but face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose - their lips had never met. That told Amelia enough to set her anxiety on fire. Had she just gotten involved with a carbon-copy of the man she left behind in Italy?

The regret seeped through her bones and settled into her heart by the time that the Villa boy had fallen asleep next to her. What had she done? This was not the girl Amelia wanted to be anymore. She was done being the girl that was loved only when the lights went out. She wanted love under the sun, she wanted breakfast by the river, double dates, family parties. She wanted the kind of love that you could never try and hide even if you wanted to. She knew that this wasn’t what Jack was able to offer her. She was grateful for their friendship, she truly was, he made her laugh more than most people but for the first time in a very long time, she was certain that that's all she wanted from him.

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Rose in the Heather #645

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Football Masterlist

Each fic has warnings on the post itself - ♥️next to my faves - let me know if any link is broken.

Oneshots

Calum Chambers - About Time : Winning a match in that sort of fashion will give Calum the confidence boost with you he’s been waiting for.

// Tea Party : What your little girl wants, your little girl gets. That statement might be changing from now on...

// You’ve Pulled : Calum’s been egged on to flirt with you, and it wasn’t a complete disaster after all.

Dominic Calvert-Lewin - Car Sick (ft. Dele) : You thought you were just feeling car sick, turns out it's something else...

Jadon Sancho - Rivals Last : You love both your brothers Lucas and Theo Hernandez dearly, but being in the football world with them can make some things a little complicated.

Emile Smith Rowe - Kicking It : Your baby has a surprise waiting for Emile to get home to.

Jesse Lingard - A New Look : The boys enjoy Jesse’s new fashion choice thanks to you.

Mason Mount - Moments Alone : You’re both up early in the morning, but sometimes that is the most golden time to be awake.

Mikel Arteta - Feeling : The morning after a loss, he needs a little de-stressing.

Ross Barkley - Facetime ♥️: Quarantine has got you missing a lot of things, but you by far miss him the most.

Trent Alexander-Arnold - Caught : A trip to Anfield ends in your brother Jordan Henderson knowing your biggest secret.

// Loser : Trent gets stroppy after a few games of FIFA.

Would Includes

Dele - Dating

Hector Bellerin - Dating

Jesse Lingard - Dating

John Stones - Dating

Kieran Tierney - Dating

Headcanons/blurbs

Billy Gilmour - Scotland kit

Christian Pulisic - Party smut♥️

Dele - Beach volleyball

Dom Calvert-Lewin - Dating and having a baby with Dele♥️ // Pool pics // Beach day

Emile Smith-Rowe - Lazy day // Surprise date night // Good boy // New contract celebration // Singer

Erling Haaland - Bratty girlfriend // Revealing dress // Meeting on a yacht // Reading to him // Reunion smut // Innocence // Bad influence 1 // Bad influence 2 // Player disrespects you // Spanking

Hector Bellerin - Shared interview as a singer

Jack Grealish - Interviewing him after a match♥️// Night out after a break up♥️

Jadon Sancho - Workout smut

James Maddison - Drunk admissions // Pregnant and telling Ben first

Jesse Lingard - Dad

Joe Gomez - Car smut // Thigh riding

John McGinn - Euros loss

Jude Bellingham - Celebration

Kai Havertz - Champions League smut

Kieran Tierney - Dating an English singer

Marcus Rashford - Dating // Giggly cuddles

Martin Odegaard - Childhood home

Mason Mount - Pamper night // Texts // Thigh riding

Ruben Loftus-Cheek - Being whipped on holiday // Dating // Pregnancy

Thorgan Hazard - Physical touch

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THE MURDER OF TOMMY WRIGHT

Concho County, TX 10/4/1984 Homicide

Thomas "Tommy" Wright (19) was found fatally shot in Concho County, Texas on October 4th, 1984. He was likely the victim of serial killer Rick McGinn, although McGinn was found not guilty of his murder by a jury in this case.

Mr. Wright was born June 16th, 1965 in Utica, New York and spent the majority of his unfortunately-short life in Comanche, Texas. Mr. Wright moved from Comanche to Brady, Texas around his 19th birthday and began working as a warehouseman at the Paitners Feed, Seed, Wood and Mohair.

On Tuesday, October 2nd, 1984, Tommy headed out to meet a family friend named Rick McGinn. They had planned, along with a friend of McGinn's, to help one of McGinn's brothers with a move. Tommy usually drove a motorcycle, but he had borrowed a van for the evening. One of his friends has stated that her last memory of him was him sitting in the van trying to convince her and one of his sisters to come with him to help with the move. He was last seen alive by a store attendant around 11 pm that evening at a convenience store in Eden, Texas in the company of Rick McGinn, Rick's brother, and the third man was unknown. The borrowed van was abandoned at that same convenience store and was discovered the following weekend by friends of Tommy's family.

Two days later, on Thursday, October 4th, a farmer found Tommy's body in a ditch near the intersection of FM 765 and FM 2402, east of Eola in Concho County. He had 5 gunshot wounds in his body made by a large-caliber handgun. Law enforcement estimated that based on the state of the body, he was likely killed Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning.

An acquaintance of Mr. Mcginn's shared the following memory with us from a time prior to Tommy's murder: "There was a time when ___ and I rode to the store with Rick in his car (the one he had at the time Tommy was killed) and when we got to the store, Rick opened the glovebox to get something out and he had a handgun in there. I was sitting in the front seat, and he closed it quickly."

Rick McGinn was long gone by the time Tommy's body was discovered. He had reportedly gone to visit his sister in Mississippi. Authorities arrested him in Grenada County, Mississippi, and he was charged with murder. His case did go to trial, but the jury acquitted him. Mr. McGinn went on to commit additional crimes including at least three other murders. (For more on him, please see this post: tinyurl.com/mprft68p)

Although he was legally acquitted in this case, based on his subsequent known crimes, we believe it is likely that he did commit this murder. McGinn eventually received the death penalty for another murder, and there are those who have expressed regret that he was not found guilty in this case. If he had been, his other victims might still be around.

Despite Mr. McGinn no longer being a potential threat, it is not clear to Tommy's loved ones whether he acted alone in this case. Where were the two other men seen with them by the time Tommy was shot? Who was that third, unknown man?

Tommy Wright's family members describe him as a tender, caring, loving, kind "good ol' boy" who enjoyed teasing the people he loved - but he didn't have a mean bone in his body. "He would laugh a big ole' belly laugh if he got you to fall for it or if it pissed you off." A friend of his later described him "as a wonderful guy, always happy and always had the biggest smile."

Sources:

This post was made with the help and information provided by Mr. Wright’s friends and relatives.

Also:

Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Fort Worth, Texas, 07 Oct 1984, Sun • Page 36

Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Fort Worth, Texas, 11 Oct 1984, Thu • Page 26

Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Fort Worth, Texas, 27 May 1993, Thu • Page 44

#tx1984homicide #rickeynolanmcginnvictim #conchocountytx #tommywright

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martinnecas · 6 years

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I can’t wait for the McGinn brother content coming this Friday

#brock mcginn #jamie mcginn #tye mcginn #mcginn brothers

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Winona - Rafe Cameron

Request: no.

A/N: Just some shit about Rafe being a dad that got stuck in my head.

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Even when Rafe was a kid there were just somethings he was absolutely sure of. One of those, the one that seemed to top every list he made, the one that rattled around in the back of his head at every family holiday party, the one he was absolutely, a million times sure of, was that he was never ever going to have a kid. Or a family at that. But most definitely not a kid.

It wasn’t that he hated kids. When Sarah was born he’d been so excited to have a little sister. And again with Wheezie. He wasn’t always the best but being a big brother was arguably one of the most important things in his life. But even still, he didn’t want kids. He tried to be a good brother but his dad had certainly never tried to be a good father. They clashed constantly and all Rafe could imagine when he thought about kids was one hating him as much as he hated Ward.

He was never going to have children. It was final.

When he was in college everyone asked him what he was going to do when he got out and the answer was always exactly the same. Work. For his father. Not the dream but a decent income and he couldn’t imagine leaving the Outer Banks. He’d live in a condo or a house or whatever on the Eight and he’d maybe marry, he wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he would definitely never have kids.

“Daddy!”

“Win,” Rafe groaned, trying to roll over and knocking the little girl over on the bed, “what are you doing awake?”

“What are you doing not awake?” She retorted, little fingers prodding at his cheeks.

That was the plan of course, until he met you. After college, working part time for his dad on a project, you were not his usual type. That is, you had a kid. A two-year-old named Winnie who came with you on occasions when you couldn’t find a babysitter. She was talkative, even at two, and less of a deterrent than Rafe thought when he finally asked you out.

He wasn’t the only one who knew that he was never going to have kids. He’d said as much to Sarah and Wheezie on numerous occasions. After Sarah and John B got married (not something he was thrilled about but also not something he could change) and she started talking about kids he was quick to admonish her. Why would anyone in their right mind, especially someone who had grown up with their dad, want a kid?

“You’re really going out with her?” Wheezie had asked when he first told her that he had asked her out.

“Why?”

“Cause she’s got a kid, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, so what?” Rafe was barely even paying attention to his sister at this point.

“So...” Wheezie rolled her eyes, as if it's obvious, “you don’t want kids.”

“It’s not my kid.”

That was Rafe’s prime argument. Winona wasn’t his kid. She had a dad. He was a deadbeat loser that swore up and down he wanted a kid until she was actually born and then he hit the road, leaving the Outer Banks and you far behind him. It was a tough situation but it didn’t change anything in Rafe’s mind. Winona wasn’t his and she never would be and that was fine. He didn’t want kids. He just wanted to date you.

And for a little while that’s all it was. Just the two of you going on dates, you’d stay over when you could leave Winona with your mom, it was like being single and childless again. It was fun but you knew it couldn’t stay that way forever. You had more responsibilities than Rafe and you liked him but you honestly couldn’t be sure that he had any interest in raising a kid. So you did the one thing you desperately didn’t want to do, you broke up with him. Or, you almost did.

“I just think we want really different things; I mean...I have a daughter to think about and anyone I let in has to be willing to accept that. I’m not saying I expect you to be her dad but we’re a package deal.” You said. You were sitting on the back deck of his condo, looking out over the beach, and any other time in the world you would’ve loved the view but today it all felt gray.

Every logic part of Rafe was screaming for him to walk away from this. It was exactly what he didn’t want. He couldn’t raise a kid, he shouldn’t raise a kid.

Before he could actually think though he could hear himself saying, “I’m in.”

“What?”

“I’m in. Totally, completely in.” Rafe said, still hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. How could it be that he was so completely willing to do a 180 when he had spent his entire life convinced that he would never have or raise children. Rafe was always positive that he would make a terrible father. He had no interest in children, especially ones that weren’t actually his. But then he was telling you that he was totally ready to accept the responsibility of helping you raise your daughter and it was like something in him changed.

No one would ever claim that Rafe was a man of his word but when he told you that he was all in with Winona he wasn’t lying.

“I think you’re actually spoiling her,” you mentioned the first time you caught him carrying your daughter, by then three, on his shoulders. He’d sworn that morning that he was going to drop her off at the babysitter’s but instead he’d brought her with him to work, walking her through the newly gutted house and talking to her like she was touring the place.

“I’m showing her around, isn’t that right Win?” He tilted his head back and Winona put her hands on his face, leaning over to see him.

“We’re tractors!”

“Contractors,” Rafe corrected, looking down at you. Winona held his hair, not tight enough to hurt, and laid her head on top of his.

“She was supposed to go to the babysitters.”

He shrugged, “I barely have work today, why pay someone to watch her when I can?”

Rafe was better with Winona than anyone thought he would be. He was more patient than he’d ever been, even with his sisters. You were surprised sometimes, when you would lose your temper after a long day, that he managed to keep it together. He loved Winona as much as you did, as much as he would have if she was his own kid and, by all intents and purposes, she was his. She’d never known another father-figure, Rafe was the first guy you dated after your ex left you and when she started calling him dad no one corrected her.

“Daddy,” Winona whined again, trying to pull Rafe’s eyelids up when he closed his eyes and pretended to go back to sleep. “Daddy, wake up.”

“I’m awake Winnie...” he groaned, swatting her hands away. She laughed, scrunching her face up the same way you did when you bothered about something.

“Mommy said we’re going for waffles so get ready mister!”

“Yeah?” He yawned, stretching his up above his head. Winona was five now and a soon to be big sister, her excitement at the prospect of a baby growing every day. Lately you’d been roping her into your waffle craving though she was more than happy to go along with it.

“Waffles!” She insisted.

When she tried to poke him again, Rafe grabbed her, tickling her sides and smiling when she squealed at him. You could hear Winona’s shrieks down the hall and came into the room, “are you guys ready yet?”

“Daddy won’t get up.”

“Well then we’ll go without him,” you teased as Winona came to the end of the bed, reaching her arms out for you like she was still a toddler wanting to be held. You lifted her up, careful of your stomach as you placed a hand under her. “I’m a living chair.”

“Winnie,” Rafe called, catching her attention once again. “Why don’t you get your shoes on, we’ll be right there.”

Winona slid down your side, feet hitting the carpet before she took off down the hall for her bedroom. Rafe finally got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before ducking into the bathroom. You came over to the door, leaning against the frame while you watched him get dressed.

“Between the two of you I get no peace, you know that.”

“Can you blame me?” You shrugged, “watching my super hot husband be all domestic and cute with our kid.”

“You want waffles or sex?” Rafe joked, stopping in the doorway to kiss you before heading back into the room to finish getting ready.

“Both?”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Winona called, shoes hitting the hardwood as she ran down the hall, appearing once again in the doorway. “Come on people! I don’t got all day!”

“I guess waffles.” You laughed, “come on, we’ll go wait in the car.”

Rafe had been positive, for most of his life, that by the time he was 27 he would be doing the exact same thing as he was at 20, partying, working for his dad, dating around. He certainly hadn’t expected that he would be married or raising a kid or expecting another. It wasn’t what he had wanted at 20 but now he couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

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