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A Carrick Family Easter

I'm going to stop saying, "This is it. This is the best one she's ever done," because each time I commission Ainna, I am just blown away again and again. But this, this just may be my new favorite! Artwork by @/artbyainna IG. For @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week Day 7 - The Future

Three scenes from Easter morning and one as the day ends can be found below.

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias and Casey Carrick

Featuring: The Carrick Girls, Vivian Carrick, & Jordan Carrick

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Words: 1.4 K

Summary: A little peek at four scenes from the Carrick Family's Easter Day. Participating in @choicesflashfics and @aprilchallenge - Love

Easter Morning:

“Honey!” Tobias shouted as Casey stepped our of the shower. She instinctively rolled her eyes.

“Yes, dear….” She replied sweetly.

“Where is my tie? I’ve been looking all over, and it’s nowhere to be found.”

Casey entered the bedroom, still dripping wet, wrapped only in a plush towel. She didn’t say a word; the look on her face said it all. With three steps to the right, she opened the top drawer of Tobias’s dresser and, viola... his pink tie.

“You're still planning on wearing this one, right?” She teased. “Because where is it? Oh, look, exactly where I told you it was… in your tie drawer.”

Tobias bit his lower lip, amusement and embarrassment evident in his grin.

“You know you are so incredibly sexy,” he growled as his arms wrapped around her waist. “What do you say I tell Ma to take the girls to Church, and you and I stay home to do very… unholy things.”

“Tobias,” she giggled, pushing him away. “Stop trying to distract me. It won’t work.”

“The hell it won't,” he hummed.

“Mmmm, you’re right,” she acquiesced, “but it’s Easter… and we’re spending it with our girls, so let me get dressed.”

“If you must,” he grumbled. “I want to go check on the girls anyway. They’ve been quiet for over fifteen minutes, so I’m all but waiting for the fire alarm to go off.”

“Where are your bunny ears?” Brooke squeaked.

“Who, me?” Tobias asked with a raised brow.

“No, Daddy!” Brooke giggled. “Sammy’s!”

“I’m not wearing bunny ears,” Samantha explained. “I’m too mature now.”

“You’re not mature!” Brooke countered, then tugged at her father's sleeve so he would crouch down and she could whisper. “Daddy, what does mature mean?”

“It means Sammy is growing up, baby. So, she’s graduated from bunny ears to a bunny barrette. From what I understand, this is a natural progression, and you’ll get the bunny barrette one day too.”

Brooke flung around with her hands on her hips and a dramatic flair.

“Is that why you got a jacket like Mommy’s? You think you're grown up?”

“Be quiet!” Sammy shot back.

“Sammy, Brooke… be nice! Why can’t you girls be more like Kayla.”

“Daddy… she can’t talk yet….” Samantha answered sarcastically.

“Oh! So that’s why she’s my favorite!”

“Daddy!” Brooke laughed, tickling his legs. “I’m your favorite!”

“No, I’m your favorite,” Samantha laughed, getting in on the tickling.

“You’re all my favorites!” he insisted as he corralled them. “Now, no more playing until after church. We can’t mess up our pretty outfits before pictures. Grammie would kill us.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to deal with that,” Sammy agreed.

“Fine,” Brooke surrendered. “But I still think you should wear bunny ears!”

“Well, I’m not. And neither are you if you don’t get them fast.”

Tobias & Brooke turned around to find Kayla gleefully crawling across the floor to grab the bunny ears, and they were just about in her mouth when Tobias swooped in for the save.

“Kayla baby, those don’t taste good. Trust me.”

“Have you tried eating them?” Samantha winked.

Tobias looked at his daughter sternly, then bopped her in the nose. “What I do with my time after you go to sleep is none of your business, young lady.”

“Is everything all right down here?” Casey asked as she walked down the stairs.

“Whoa!” Tobias with a slow whistle. “Much better now. You look… wow.”

“Daddy,” Sammy scolded. “Gross!”

“Hey,” Casey laughed. “There is nothing wrong with your Daddy thinking I look pretty.”

“That’s right!” Tobias enthused.

Brooke tugged at Casey’s leg. “I think you look pretty, too. Mommy.”

“Well, thank you, sweetheart. And you look beautiful, all of you do.”

“OK, now let’s all look beautiful in the car. Because I may be in my mid-forties….”

“Late forties…” Casey playfully added.

“… MID-forties, but I still don’t want to hear my mom complain.”

“Daddy,” Brooke said, grabbing his hand.

“When I’m in my mid-forties, I won’t be afraid of you.”

“Of course, you won’t,” he chuckled. “You’re not even afraid of me now.”

“Mmmm,” Casey beamed, closing her eyes to commit the moment to memory. “I’m so glad we’re early, and I’m glad there weren’t any parking spots close by. It’s a perfect day to stroll through the park.”

“It really is,” Tobias agreed, then he went silent. Clutching his wife’s hand tighter, he swallowed hard to hold back tears.

His mind flashed back to a much darker time; it was hard to believe it was less than a year ago. At Casey’s bedside, begging whatever greater power would listen to save her. Telling his oldest girls that their baby sister was coming home, but Mommy wasn’t… not yet, then lying and assuring them she would, when he had no way of knowing if that was true. He had never been a man that needed reminders of how blessed he was, but he appreciated every moment a thousand times more now.

“Hey,” Casey whispered, squeezing his hand. A look passed between them that didn’t require any words. “It’s OK,” she smiled. “I’m right here.”

His lips curled upward as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “I love you,” he mouthed, and Casey did the same. Then with one loud click, the quiet moment was over.

“Uncle Jordan!” the older girls shrieked, running into their uncle’s waiting arms.

“Hey, easy… watch the camera!” He laughed as they tackled him.

“And watch his suit!” Tobias ordered.

“You really are still afraid of Mom, aren’t you?” Jordan laughed as he gave his big brother a hug.

“Like you’re not!”

“Well, I’m going to be on her good side when I show her the amazing candid picture I just took of you. The perfect Easter morning.”

“Every morning is perfect as long as I’m with my girls,” Tobias grinned.

“Amen to that,” Jordan smiled, wrapping his arm around Casey.

“And when you say ‘your girls,’ surely, that includes me,” an eloquent voice stated from behind.

“Grammie!!!!” The girls screeched, rushing over to shower her with hugs and kisses.

“Oh, hello! Hello, my little angels!” Vivian beamed.

Jordan tapped his brother on the shoulder, “She was never like that with us.”

“That’s because you weren’t this cute!” Vivian shot back before lovingly greeting her sons and Casey. “Kayla! Grammie’s baby girl!” She gushed, all but ripping her from Tobias’s arms. Fortunately, Kayla was all too happy to go.

“Mom, I got a great picture of them for you!”

“I’m sure you did, son. The camera loves these beautiful ladies.”

“And me, Ma,” Tobias inserted. “It loves me, too.”

Vivian smirked as she straightened her son's lapel with her free hand. “I suppose I made a couple handsome boys myself,” she agreed.

“Wow! No wise-ass reply,” Tobias exclaimed. “It’s an Easter miracle.”

Vivian turned to Casey, “I don’t know how you put up with him."

“Aww, but you're so glad I do!" Casey grinned. “You know how much I love him.”

“I do,” Vivian grinned. “And that's all I ever wanted for him. Now,” she said, fixing her gaze on Jordan. “when do you think you'll follow in your brother's footsteps."

“Oh, would you look at that,” Jordan sighed. “The church bell is ringing! Have to get inside.”

“Talk about saved by the bell,” Tobias simpered as the family entered the chapel.

Easter Night:

Casey was exhausted, already unwinding under the covers when Tobias got out of the shower. He sat at the foot of the bed and lovingly gazed at her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone.

“Whatcha looking at?” he asked from the foot of the bed.

“Just checking out everyone’s Easter pictures.”

“Jordan really got a great shot of us!”

“He sure did,” Casey sang. “I am already asked him to have a portrait made so we can hang it over the mantle.”

“Beat me to it,” he chuckled. “So, what’s the Insta feedback on our epic family photo? I'm sure everyone is green with envy."

“I don't know about that," she shrugged, "but our photo is getting rave reviews! Well, except for...."

“Except!?” Tobias exclaimed. “Who dared to say anything negative?”

“Not negative,” she laughed. “But some of your old Boston friends are still flummoxed that the Tobias Carrick is a bonafide family man!”

“Really,” he shook his head. “We’ve been together over a decade. They need to get with the program. What are the morons saying?”

“Let’s see, Terrance said, ‘Tobias was always happiest surrounded by women, but I still remember when the photo would have looked a little different.”

“Do I need to log on?” He sighed.

“No,” Casey laughed, "it’s all good-natured… besides, your mother is already handling him.”

“Good!”

“But he has a point…” she yawned as she pulled Tobias next to her. “Your life sure did change. Any regrets, Dr. Carrick?”

Casey scrunched her nose with disapproval when he didn’t answer right away. He looked away as if deep in thought.

"Well?" she asked.

"Honestly, I do have one regret."

“Oh really? And what’s that?”

“That I didn’t meet you sooner.”

Casey playfully kissed his cheek.

“You just want post-Easter nookie.”

“Post meaning tomorrow,” he laughed. “While you’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired. You need to get some rest.”

“Mmm,” she said, already dozing off, “will you hold me?”

Tobias pulled her closer, then tucked the comforter around them, placing a kiss on her forehead before holding her close.

"As if that was ever in question."

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bebepac · 1 year

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Where Do We Go From Here?

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt week 28 using: “I saw this and it reminded me of you, and “Sometimes forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever” and past prompt “I don’t regret it... but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake.” All used quotes will be in bold.

I am also participating in @aprilchallenge for the over all theme Just want to be with you.

This is Part 8 of the Cordonian Arrangement.

The Book: TRF The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings: MC is widowed, Past Pairings Riley x Nico (Riley x M!OC) , Past Pairing of Liam x Riley Word Count: 2232 Warnings and Ratings: Mention of character death, grief. Mention of pregnancy complications, profanity: / Teen Summary: Riley and Liam try to deal with a very awkward situation.

Original Post 04/14/23 at 2PM EST.

It was barely dawn and the sun was only creeping slightly through the windows. When she moved, his embrace tightened, pulling her back close to him, so that he could lean into her to kiss her neck. He sharply inhaled because her natural scent was so intoxicating to him. He had missed sharing tender moments like this with her.

Riley was still waking from her slumber but to her, it felt like a typical morning, that she had lived every day when waking in his arms was commonplace.

She moaned softly as he continued to gently dot kisses to the sensitive skin of her neck, her body responded naturally to his touch.

“Let’s stay in bed. Don’t go…." she mumbled in her sleep. “Stay with me.”

“Always.”

His voice made her immediately leave that place of pre woke slumber to soberingly wide awake, quickly pulling away from him.

“Liam….”

Fully awake, all the memories of the last few months, and from last night flooded back to her in a wave.

Observing the shock and almost disappointment in her eyes, Liam knew, as she shielded her bare body from him with the bedsheet.

Liam’s voice was heavy with discontentment as he spoke.

“That wasn’t intended for me, was it?” Liam’s gaze was piercing, full of disappointment causing Riley to quickly break eye contact with him. She just couldn’t look him in the face right now, but she wanted to be honest with him; he deserved that.

“No… I’m…. sorry….” She murmured as she turned heading towards the door still draped in the sheet from the bed.

“Riley, we need to talk about this. There’s a reason you came to me last night. It felt right for us to be together that way. We felt like us again!”

“For a brief second, this morning, I forgot the horror that has been my life these last three months. Last night, I was lonely… I wanted to feel…. connected to someone again. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea, and for that Liam, I’m truly sorry."

“Do you regret what happened between us last night?”

“No… I don’t regret it… but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake. It was a mistake Liam. We have way too much history for me to think that you would simply be okay with it. This is all my fault. I should have been clear with you what last night truly was….for me.”

“We made love last night Riley.”

“We… didn’t. It was just sex, Liam. I’m still in love with my husband.” She glanced down at the ring on her finger that she was still wearing. Nico's wedding band dangled from a gold chain around her neck.

“Your husband is dead.”

Riley gasped in shock. Liam immediately wanted to take the words back, but it was too late; the damage was done. Riley shook her head in disbelief.

“Who are you?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like it came out, Riley. Forgive me, I didn’t mean it Riley. I promise you I didn’t.”

"Yes you did."

"I really didn't…"

“Get out of my house.”

“Riley….No… We’re supposed to take Angelo to the zoo together today.”

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!!!”

"Riley please…."

She adamantly shook her head no.

"Nico was wrong about what you and I could be to each other. I need you to pack your stuff and leave now.."

“Riley, that's not fair for you to say that. We’re still figuring all of this out. This isn’t easy for either of us to navigate.”

“I need you to leave Liam.”

“Not like this. I’m not leaving you like this Riley.”

“Fine, then I’ll leave.”

Riley left his room and locked herself in the master bedroom.

After a few minutes she heard the sound of Liam’s rolling suitcase on the floor, it stopping in front of her bedroom door.

“I’m going to say goodbye to my son before I leave.”

"You should do that."

"For what it's worth Riley, I'm really sorry."

“Goodbye Liam.”

A few minutes later Liam was gone. Riley took a deep breath finally unlocking her door.

Ruby One

“I was sure you said you were here until Monday, how the hell did I fuck that up?” Leo asked when he got on the plane clearly confused and hungover.

“That was the plan.”

“Well what went wrong?”

Liam explained what happened with Riley.

“You’re an absolute fool when it comes to Riley. That woman is a walking red flag right now, and trust me I know a red flag when I see one.”

“What?”

“It’s not her fault though, she lost her husband. You ignored all the signs because you want her back, and Riley’s not there yet. She can't be what you want her to be Liam…at least not right now. You have had a front seat to her grieving Nico.

You know how hard this whole ordeal has been for her. When I saw her last, she was still wearing her wedding ring, and his wedding band. Did she take them off?”

“No.”

“That’s not a woman that’s ready to move on with you, no matter how much you want her to be ready. She’s stuck in that place where she still desperately misses her husband, and wants him back.

She was probably lonely, and let's be honest horny, and you were there, and she sought comfort from you, in that way. You had to know what you were getting into when she showed up at your door last night. Liam, be honest with yourself. It wasn’t the beginning of rekindling of your relationship with her, and you knew that, but you wanted her so much, that you didn’t care. You just wanted her, any way you could have her.”

“You’re right. I love her."

“Liam, you have to give her time. If the two of you are meant to be, she will come back to you. But what you did, didn’t help the situation, you got mad with her and said something incredibly hurtful. It was true, mind you, but hurtful. You do this to her, you know and you need to stop."

"Do what?"

"You impose all these things on her, expecting her to follow them, to be what you what, how you want it, when you want it. Then you get all surprised that she rebelled against you and ran, and put up every wall imaginable to keep you out, this not being the first time she’s reacted this way to you. Does this sound familiar?"

"I'm acting just like father would….."

“You are little brother.”

“Give her some space, and she’ll come back around.”

“If she doesn’t?”

“It was just never meant to be, and if we’re being completely honest here, you lost her over three years ago; it might be time to finally let her go.”

Liam was in a deep state of contemplation the rest of the way back to Cordonia. He decided it was time to listen to his own message that was given to him by the late Nico Karahalios. Liam pulled his own envelopes out of his desk drawer. He had given him two envelopes one said "If it's working" the other one said "If it's not working."

He picked up the "If it's not working" video and began watching.

"Hey Liam. I can honestly say… I’m not surprised.”

Nico smiled. "You thought it was going to be easy, didn't you?"

Nico began to laugh.

"You really did, didn't you?!!"

Nico abruptly stopped laughing. "I'm sorry. This is not helpful.”

"Damn right it's not." Liam thought.

“I’m sure that you were expecting more from me.”

Nico sat silently for a few moments.

"Like what exactly? Did you think this was the part where I am going to tell you how to win my wife's heart back? How to get her to fall in love with you again? I'm not going to do that. I can't do that. She's not going to do anything because you want her to do it. She does things on her own time. That woman has her own mind, and she's not afraid to use it. Liam, she's a different woman than the one that came here a week after you met her in New York. None of the same rules are going to apply. You have to get to know her again as the woman she is now. She’s been a lover and a confidant to me, she’s been a faithful wife, and a beautiful mother. How I won her then, I can’t even take credit for that, I didn't win her, but instead she chose me.

I think she chose me because I was patient with her. I did what I said I was going to do. If I told her, we were meeting at 6PM for dinner, I’d be knocking on her door at 5:50. She could always rely on me being there for her. Comfort and stability allowed her to relax with me, because Riley is not a calm person. Her senses are always heightened, waiting for the other shoe to drop, because of all the hurt and loss she’s experienced in her life. I finally got her to relax with me…and then I died on her. I will never forget the look in her eyes when I told her I was dying. She was completely blindsided. The light after everything she’s endured that you see in her eyes so easily, disappeared. It broke my heart.”

Nico shook his head.

“Our marriage wasn’t perfect. We had our fair share of fights. Our very first year of marriage was particularly tough. We lived with my mother. Can you imagine? Small house, with a newborn, while my cousins helped me build the house we were in now. Our first really huge fight, after we moved in, Riley kicked me out of the house and locked me out.”

Nico laughed.

“From my house. I slept in a tent in the yard for 3 days. My cousins saw me, talked all this macho shit to me, and so I got all ballsy and I went up to MY HOUSE. MY HOUSE THAT I BUILT FOR MY WIFE…And insisted Riley let me back in. You know what happened Liam? Can you guess?”

Nico was silent for a few moments.

“It was the equivalent of upsetting a bee hive. I spent a fourth night out in that damn tent. Day five, I left her alone. Day six, when I woke, she had brought me breakfast, and wanted to talk. Was she still angry with me? Yes, but she had calmed down enough that she could talk to me without shutting down on me. I hope you understand what I’m trying to tell you.

Riley put up with a lot to be in that arrangement with you, that experience changed her. Now, yet again, she will be forever changed from losing me. I don’t know if she’ll come around. I hope she will, because I want her to be happy, Liam. She’s had too much sadness in her life, to not be. I wanted to be her forever, and sometimes, forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever.

So in closing, whatever you did wrong… Make it right Liam.”

Liam decided to take a page from Nico’s book. He gave her space. Finally after the most painful weeks of not speaking to Riley, he decided to send her a text. Riley used to like a good meme in the past, so he decided to send her one.

“I saw this, and it reminded me of you. Just imagine they are butterflies, and I remember how you feel about butterflies.”

Later in the day he noticed she had seen the meme, but she hadn’t responded. He decided not to push and maybe Riley would respond on her own. During the night while Liam was sleeping she sent a meme back to him.

He took it as a sign she was ready to talk.

He immediately called her and once she picked up he started speaking, not even waiting for her to say hello.

“Riley, I completely deserved the way you treated me that day. I’m so sorry for what I said. I never meant it, and I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

“This isn’t Riley. It’s Athena, we just got Riley to the hospital, she wanted me to call you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the baby. We’re really concerned.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Staff had the Ruby One prepped for departure within the hour. Leo when hearing the news decided to go with him for support. Within three hours they were at the hospital.

"What room is Riley Karahalios in? I need to see her."

"Are you family?" The receptionist questioned, and when he didn't respond she countered with "Only family is allowed back in this wing."

"He is family. He's the baby's father."

"He's right. I am the baby's father.”

She’s in room 224.”

Leo followed as Liam walked briskly down the hall at an accelerated pace.

“She’s going to be fine. Her and the baby are going to be fine. They have to be.”

Athena and Mama K were sitting outside the room when he walked up. Athena immediately stood.

“Athena, what happened to Riley?”

“She was having pains, and there was some bleeding. We were really scared. It’s stopped now. They have her calm and she’s finally resting.”

Liam walked into the room, Riley was snoring, the beeps of the multiple monitors didn’t seem to be bothering her. Taking her hand in her sleep and gently stroking it, Riley still did not wake. So he sat there quietly holding her hand.

He softly whispered to her. “I’m here.”

Riley woke up a short time later.

“What are you doing here Liam?” Her hand tensing slightly under his touch.

“Athena told me you wanted her to call me.”

“No I didn’t….”

“Oh…”

“But I’m glad she did. I told her not to, because, I didn’t want to worry you.”

Riley’s hand relaxed in his again, her free hand rubbing her stomach.

“I thought I lost her, and I can’t lose both of them. I can’t handle that. I’m such a mess right now. I’ve never felt this out of sorts in my life. I’m sorry I got so angry with you. I get that this isn’t an easy situation for you either.”

Liam could almost hear the words of the late Nico Karahalios in his ear. “You have to get to know her as the woman she is now.”

“It’s alright. I know. How about this? Let’s just start over. Let’s forget all the missteps on both our parts, and start at the very beginning. I’m Liam Rys, it’s a pleasure to meet you….”

“I’m Riley. Riley Karahalios.”

And that’s the woman, she is now.

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tessa-liam · 1 year

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King Liam Appreciation Week

Day 2: King/Historian

For my submission, I wrote a story combining King Liam's love of history and his love for his MC.

Featuring my OTP Liam and Riley, using the face claims of Lucas Bravo for Liam and Lorena Tarantino for Riley.

(Re-posting, tumblr being annoying forgetting the link!)

Cappadocia

Book: The Royal Heir, Book 1 AU 👑One-Shot

Premise: After Liam and Riley arrive home from their island paradise honeymoon, they are inundated with pressures to produce a Royal Heir. To protect and shield his bride, King Liam takes his queen away from the court and the press, as they embark on a trip to Cappadocia, Turkey.

Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: M*Warnings: Adult conversation, sexual innuendo

Category: One-Shot/fluff

Words: 2174

Music Inspiration: Wild Is the Wind, David Bowie

A/N1: My submission for King Liam Appreciation Week, Day 2, April 18th – King/Historian, @kingliamappreciationweek @lizzybeth1986 @sazanes #kingliamappreciationweek #KLAW

A/N2: Not beta’d - please excuse all errors.

A/N3: My submission for Choices April Challenge, Prompts-Love is in the air, you are my home, sunrise, love, kiss, hug @aprilchallenge @peonierose @bebepac #choicesmonthlychallenge #Choices April Monthly Challenge

A/N4: Please forgive the multiple postings...Tumblr is playing games again!

Cappadocia

King’s Study, Cordonian Palace

Bright rays of light streamed through the bay windows as Liam sat down at his desk to open and review the mail he received while away on his honeymoon.

Next to his ornate inbox on his desk, was the morning paper.

He dropped the stack of correspondence he had just picked up back down as he read the bold lettering printed above the picture captured of the Royal couple leaving the jet as they arrived home.

‘IS OUR HEIR HOME?’

‘KING LIAM SMILES WIDELY ARRIVING WITH HIS QUEEN.’

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Reclining his chair, his thoughts went back in time to just four weeks ago...

...it all started on their honeymoon, when Javier knocked the spoon of amuse bouche, having raw fish, out of Riley’s hand. Giving his apologies, ‘To have almost destroyed Cordonia’s future’, he assumed that Riley was pregnant.

Taking it in stride, they laughed together as if nothing had happened, and continued with a leisurely dinner.

...and then the intrusion of camera flashes, unknown at the time, were from unwelcome and uninvited paparazzi that were invading their privacy. It wasn’t until they arrived home and read the articles written about them and seen the pictures in the tabloids, did they realize how truly intrusive those cameras had been.

...and on the last night on the island being told that the King and Queen of Auvernal arrived uninvited, wanting ‘to discuss the issue of his heir’.

Arriving home with ‘a massive crowd of citizens and paparazzi’ waiting at Valtoria, which was to be expected.

Yes, it was a normal occurrence for me, but for Riley, it was a new reality. A world she had never personally experienced before.

My Queen won the hearts of our people and answered their questions with confidence and grace, despite the audacity of the press.

As we entered the estate, however, the intrusive remarks by members of the court were even more personal and direct.

...and then there was Madeleine. She was not only rude, but also snide and sarcastic.

Liam’s thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking on the door of his study.

“Come,” he said without looking up from his desk.

Opening the door slowly, Riley stepped inside quietly closing the door behind her.

“I hope I am not interrupting...” she began to say hesitantly.

“Riley, my love, come here.” He smiled warmly as he stood and quickly moved around his desk. Taking her into his arms, “you are always welcome here, anytime.”

“Hi Liam,” Riley smiles coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Breathing in her sweet smelling hair, Liam placed his hand on her neck and tilted her head up to capture a not so innocent kiss on her lips.

After a few long seconds of exchanging passionate kisses, Liam pulled away, and gently caressed her cheek.

“What would you say if I told you that we are going on an adventure this weekend?"

A broad smile spread across her face, and she looked up at him in anticipation.

“I would say, ‘when do we leave?’”

Chuckling, Liam took her hand and led her to sit on the sofa by the bay window.

Sitting down in a wingback chair directly across from Riley, Liam said,

“‘What we need is space to ourselves.’ We have been home for a day and a half, and I think we need a distraction.”

Riley giggled, "Oh, my King, that look in your eye tells me that you thought of something spectacular!"

“Yes, My Queen, Indeed I did," he smiled widely.

Laughing, Liam reached over and pulled her onto his lap, and gave her another kiss.

"How does riding in a hot air balloon at sunrise over vast valleys sound? Or staying at a luxury hotel inside of a cave within a sandstone cliff?”

“Oh my, yes! That sounds amazing!”

“Good, because that is exactly what I have planned for us this upcoming week,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Love, we are going to Cappadocia, Turkey.”

“Really? I thought we were going on a road trip in the U.S. with Hana, Maxwell and Drake?” Riley questioned, raising her eyebrow.

“Don’t worry we will still arrive on Texas in time for Bertrand and Savannah’s wedding. But, instead of sharing time with our friends, I decree, my queen needs pampering.”

***

Royal Jet, on the tarmac

Aboard the Royal jet, Riley was settling into her seat as Liam discussed the flight plans with the pilot before take-off.

“Your majesty, the flight will take approximately three hours, and we should be arriving in Cappadocia shortly after.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Liam replied.

Turning to Riley, “It seems like our adventure is just about ready to start.”

Bastien and Mara were just entering the cabin, taking their seats behind the Royal couple as the sound of the engines increased in sound.

As the jet lifted off the tarmac, Liam squeezed Riley’s hand.

“We are going to see a part of the world that most people have never been to before. We’re going to experience things that very few people ever get to enjoy. And, most importantly, we are going to spend time away from court.”

“Madeleine, Godfrey, and our royal visitors are going to revolt. When they find out we left the Capital, they...”

“Riley, you forget something very, very important. You are my Queen now. Our word is law in Cordonia. As far as Bradshaw, Isabella and Amalas are concerned, they are uninvited guests and do not dictate our schedules. The reason there is a Royal council is to support the Crown in whatever the Queen and King decides.”

“I’m sorry, Liam, I shouldn’t worry about everyone else.”

Smiling, Liam kissed her hand, “It’s just one of your qualities that I love so much. Sometimes you must let go of the reins otherwise you’ll drive yourself crazy. Okay?”

Grinning and nodding her head, Riley asked, “now, tell me more about this trip; what do you have in-store for us?”

“Well, once we arrive in Cappadocia, we are going to travel to a town called Goreme. That is where the hotel we are staying at is situated. It’s just outside of Goreme. The entire town is built into the side of a mountain, with many caves that are used for living quarters by locals.”

“It sounds amazing!”

“There are several other villages near Goreme, including Selime and Nevsehir. All of them are lush and green, especially during the spring season. There are hot springs that we can enjoy, as well as several museums and ruins that we will visit. The area is rich in history, as well as culture.”

“Oh Liam, it sounds incredible.”

“Yes, it is. Now, I want you to relax and let me plan everything. I know how much you love surprises, and I don’t intend to disappoint.”

With a wink, Liam added, “and, we will have lots of opportunities to work on our family.”

***

When they landed in Cappadocia, a large white Mercedes SUV was waiting to escort them to their hotel in Goreme.

As they travelled, Liam explained the local landscapes, including the tall, cone shaped rock formations known as ‘fairy chimneys’. “These were formed 60 million years ago after a sequence of volcanic eruptions hit the area.

The name ‘Cappadocia’ is derived from the Persian word, ‘Katpatuka’, meaning the land of beautiful horses. In ancient times, gifts or tributes of horses from this region were presented to ancient Assyrian and Persian kings.”

“It sounds like horses were paid for taxes to the crown,” Riley replied.

“Yes, in fact the locals here still value horses and offer visitors an alternate mode of transport, instead of motor vehicles.”

Liam directed the driver to slow down as they travelled by the rock cut churches. “They say that these churches number up to 600, and there is a possibility that many are yet to be discovered. The chapels were carved into the soft rock by monks in the dark ages, and some of them have kept their original impressive frescoes with amazing detail.

Superstitious locals scratched out the eyes of some of the figures due to the fear of the ‘evil eye’.”

“Well, we can check it out tomorrow morning after our balloon cruise.”

Kayakapi Premium Caves Hotel

After checking in, they were personally ushered to their penthouse suite by the resort chamberlain.

“Your Majesties, this hotel is set inside 8 original fairy chimneys and has an indoor pool that resembles an ancient Roman bathhouse and spa.”

Liam squeezed Riley’s hand, pulling her close to his side.

Continuing, the chamberlain pointed out the traditional artifacts and artwork throughout the hotel as they walked passing by the sunrise balloon viewing terrace.

Arriving inside their penthouse suite, Liam chuckled watching Riley’s jaw drop.

“You didn’t tell me there was a pool.... inside our suite!”

“Of course not,” Liam said with a laugh.

Laughing, she smacked him playfully on the arm.

“No, you did not.”

“Oh good.”

Liam set her down on the edge of the pool, then poured two flutes of champagne and handed one to her.

“To our new life together,” clinking their crystal flutes.

Taking a sip of champagne, Riley held her flute up, “to riding the skies tomorrow.”

Liam raised his flute and added,

“Because at sunrise we will be on a hot air balloon ride, for the absolute best view of the region in all its glory.”

***

“Love is in the air”

“OH. MY. GOD. I feel like we are flying over the moon!’

As Liam stepped up behind Riley, he wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug and placed a soft kiss on her neck.

“Hidden beneath the landscape are over 50 underground cities. An interesting fact is that these cities held all the necessary facilities to lead an everyday life. These cities had everything a typical town would have, from wine presses to cooking places, oil storage, and livestock pens. These cities served as a safe space for Christians escaping persecution by Arabs.

In fact, the name ‘Goreme’ means ‘one cannot see in here’.”

Leaning back against him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she murmured.

Looking over her shoulder at Liam, “this place is amazing!”

Gazing at the ancient rock formations rising from the ground like castles and churches, Liam smiled.

“It certainly is. I had no idea that these places existed until a few months ago.”

“This is so beautiful,” Riley said, looking around the stunning landscape below.

“Indeed, it is.”

***

Royal jet, en route to the U.S.

Riley awoke from a nap due to turbulence. She sat up in her seat and reached for Liam’s hand.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, the air turbulence is getting to me.”

Lifting her hand to his lips, he gave her a gentle kiss.

Riley felt her stomach turn, and she took a breath.

Moving closer, Liam stroked her cheek.

“Are you sure? You look pale.”

“Thank you so much for taking me on this trip.” Riley was clearly getting emotional. “I love you so much.”

Reaching over, he brushed aside her hair, kissing the top of her

Forehead.

“As soon as the wedding is over, I will take you home.” Riley looked up at her husband, “I am already home.... “You are my home.”

My OTP Liam & Riley, LiRi

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twinkleallnight · 1 year

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Book: TRR AU/ Once upon a time prequel

Pairings:Liam x Savannah

Word count:1367

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: none

A/N: The @kingliamappreciationweek (day 1 ) was an excellent excuse to revisit my very old WIPs. Thank you @lizzybeth1986 for brainstorming the title for this fic that hopefully will be a mini series.

Prompt: That's how the story goes @choicesflashfics and flower, sunrise @aprilchallenge by @peonierose for @choicesmonthlychallenge

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The island of Corsica,

Mediterranean sea,

France.

The first rays of the rising sun kissed the peak of Monte Cinto igniting the deep red of the granite and then bowed at its foothills before bathing the valley of Lozzi. With the thick backdrop of chestnut forests and the evergreen sheet of the shrubs, the village of Lozzi brightened to its glory. The fragrance of the flowers of the Maquis carried far out across the land as life stirred awake on the “Scented Isle.”

Savannah was already up on her toes, hastening through her morning chores before she reached her workplace.

It had been a couple of years since she left Cordonia and had made her little abode on this island. She had no regrets, no complaints. With her qualifications she was able to pick up a job that helped her manage her expenses in Corsica. Moreover, she was grateful for having a reason to live. A reason to look at the world through the innocent blue eyes of her little munchkin. She thanked the Almighty in her prayers and then got ready for the day.

After a couple of hours, she walked down a curved path to a cream building that had a dull blue board with a large print of 'Middle school of Moltifao'. This was where she had found her happiness. She was re- living her childhood teaching history lessons to some ten year olds here. She entered a modest room decorated with hand made amateur charts.

Twenty one curious little minds were eagerly waiting in that room for an interesting story from their teacher, whom they adored. They were all delighted to see her and so was she.

Except, the topic for the day was a bit difficult for her to deal with. It was going to bring back memories of her 'Prince Charming' and so much more. But, 'the show must go on' she thought and began…

"We discussed Vatican City last time. Today let's talk about Cordonia. Can anyone tell me what's common between these two countries of Europe?" She made their little minds work.

The plump girl on the first desk shot her hand high in the air. Savannah smiled at the Hermione of her class.

"Yes, Susan, tell me."

" They are both absolute monarchies." She beamed proudly.

"You are right."

Rio, who always had doubts about anything and everything, interjected, "But why? I understood the reasons for Vatican City in the last class Ms Walker. Why is Cordonia ruled by a king when the rest of the countries in Europe have elected governments?"

"Good question, Rio. Cordonia had its own struggle too. There was a period of unrest when a group of people revolted and did not want the royals. But everything changed when King Liam took over the reins."

She felt the blush rising to her cheeks. She was irritated, realizing what effect his name had on her even after all these years.

She covered up her nervousness and shifted her gaze from Rio to the rest of the class. "Anyone know about him and how he brought about the change?"

Susan again stretched her hand high, but so did Sana, the quietest of them all. Savannah smiled at Susan in an understanding and then asked Sana to speak. "He is King Liam, the wise. He is very kind, cares for his people and loves them."

"Very good, Sana!" She encouraged her.

Sana coyly looked at her classmates and when she saw everyone smiling, she continued, "King Liam belongs to the Rhys dynasty. Ever since his coronation he has helped his people. He relaxed many rules to ease out the life of common people. Unlike other nobles he gels with commoners and is comfortable with us."

The last word sent Savannah's mind on a spin. 'She said 'us'. What does she mean by 'us'? Is she from Cordonia? What are the odds? Will my secret be revealed?' her thoughts were racing yet she maintained her poise and politely asked, "That's very nice,Sana. How do you know these details?"

"My aunt lives in Cordonia. They have apple orchards there. Aunt Cher told me there was an attack once by bad people and all their orchards were destroyed. She says King Liam waived off the taxes and came down himself to work with farmers. That's how the story goes." Sana concluded.

Savannah would have been lost in her thoughts, of her time with him around the apple trees, had Nader not raised a question, "Did he fight the bad people?"

Sana shrugged her shoulders and looked at her teacher for an answer.

Savannah composed herself again, "Not exactly, Nader. The attacks happened when King Liam was just crowned."

Nader interjected wide eyed, " You mean there were more than one attack?"

Savannah nodded sadly. "Cordonia had a tough time. Liam had to face another such attack before he could prove himself. But under his command, the military became stronger, the council became more sympathetic to the needs of citizens and the country started flourishing. The bad people had to give up their fight and accept that Liam is the best ruler they have had in a century."

Emanuel, the wise boy of the class shared his opinion, "He seems to be a very nice person."

Savannah felt a wave of pride as she added, "Indeed he is. Liam is liked by not just his countrymen but he is even a favorite in meetings held at global levels. And guess why?" She spurred the kids.

Emanuel replied or rather questioned back, "Is it because he is very kind and always respectful?"

Savannah agreed, "Yes Emanuel, he is affectionate and gentle. He is courteous and obliging to all. That is the whole reason he is called people's king."

Rachel asked in a shy tone, "Is he handsome?"

Savannah almost snorted at the little girl's interest, "Very much! He is the most gallant and chivalrous gentleman you will ever meet."

"What does he look like?"

Savannah realized that she had turned as red as Rachel, blushing while she answered. " He is tall and a strong man. He looks at you with the calmest blue eyes and he is ever smiling, making you forget all your worries." This was getting a bit out of hand so she thought of changing the topic but the children seemed unstoppable.

Dave raised a point that turned out to be the most disturbing for Savannah, "Did you ever meet him or see him?"

She closed her eyes for a moment. 'I was supposed to be with him but I can't tell you that.' She took a deep breath before she spoke. "Yes, I was lucky to see and meet him a few years ago."

Some of the kids gasped at that. She responded with a weak smile. Rachel seemed to be fascinated just as Savannah was as a little girl. So she inquired, "That must be like a dream come true!"

Savannah nodded through teary eyes and tried to curb the choking feeling in her throat. 'No more.' she couldn't fight her emotions for long so she decided to wrap up the session.

She swallowed thickly, "I think that's enough for today's class. Your assignments are due next week. Till then, read well and enjoy the tales from the past." She waved off with her signature line. She picked up her belongings and scurried away from the class in an effort to hide the overwhelming feeling she had.

Her students were to just read their history books but for her it was revisiting those excruciating wounds that were left from the memories of the man she loved.

She moved out of the door and started to her left without looking. She thought she banged into a wall but it was cushioned and smelled familiar. Too familiar. Like a part of her. No, it was the missing part of her. She shut her eyes tight to shoo away the daydream but the sound that followed, confirmed that it was real.

"If you like me so much, why did you leave me?" Liam lamented in his deep tone. Savannah slowly opened her eyes, to face the set of peaceful ocean blues. She lost all her control and the dams of her eyes came crashing down.

(part 2 coming soon. Thank you so much for reading 😊)

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storyofmychoices · 1 year

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Flipping Love

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: ~750

Rating/Warning: General (all the fluff, cooking together)

Prompt: @aprilchallenge breakfast, family, love, kiss

Synopsis: Bryce attempts to make pancakes for Olivia.

Art by the incredible and always wonderful irdeinfierno (Insta).

Olivia sat perched on the kitchen counter, her legs crossed beneath her as she watched Bryce move about the kitchen. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him fighting with the lumpy batter. "Do you need some help?"

Bryce shook his head stubbornly, determined to figure it out on his own. He had watched her time and time again make it look so effortless. How hard could making boxed pancakes be? It was just the mix with water added. He was a world-class cardiothoracic surgeon; he would not be bested by breakfast food.

He stood in front of the stove, looking down at the griddle. With careful movements, he dropped a dollop of batter onto the buttered pan. The cool mix sizzled as it met the heat of the pan. He let out an exhale he didn't know he had been holding in.

Olivia giggled again and watched as Bryce walked over to her with a confident stride.

"Nothing to it." His hands pressed against the counter on either side of her.

"You're awfully confident for someone who hasn't actually completed a pancake yet. There is a delicate way to flip them appropriately to avoid the uncooked batter from dripping, folding, or becoming a general mess," she advised.

"I think I can handle it, magic hands, remember," he whispered, the heat of his breath tickling her face. His lips met hers softly before she could reply.

She grinned as he pulled away, "What was that for?"

"Because I pancake my eyes off of you." He winked with a smirk. "I couldn't help but kiss you when you look so damn gorgeous."

"Is that so?" She licked her lips, flipping her hair flirtatiously. "Then, perhaps you should give me another."

"I know what you're doing—" he began, heading back to the stove. He reached for the spatula, "—But, I won't be distracted. I've got this."

"If you insist." Her arms extended behind her as she leaned back, watching in amusement as he attempted to flip the pancake.

The black spatula scraped against the dark surface of the pan, inching under the circular blob of batter. With a quick flick of his wrist, he attempted to launch the pancake into the air, but instead of landing neatly, the pancake folded in on itself and landed in a crumpled mess.

He grumbled, trying to understand what had happened. He had followed all the directions.

She slid silently beside him, her hand caressing softly up his back. "The other side wasn't done enough. You have to wait for the right amount of little bubbles. You want the bottom side to be golden brown, and the top side should be starting to cook. This way, it's firm enough to hold up during the flip."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Let me help you." She leaned in, kissing his cheek. "We can do it together. You pour, and I'll flip."

"I just want to be able to make you and our little one breakfast," he grumbled in disappointment. "What kind of father can't make pancakes?"

"More than you'd think, I"m sure."

"Liv!"

"You're going to be an amazing father, Bryce!" Her hand rested on her flat stomach. "Whether you can make pancakes or not, you will love our child with everything you are, and I have no doubts about that."

He nodded thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around her waist. "What would I do without you?" Bryce pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then poured another round of batter out.

"You'll never have to find out." She leaned into him, watching the pancake carefully, lifting the edges slightly to check as it neared time, talking through each step as she went. Pancakes piled up on the plate beside them as they worked together, creating perfectly golden fluffy pancakes.

His fingers threaded gingerly through her long red waves as she flipped the last of the pancakes with ease. "I flipping love you."

A slow smile spread across her face as she turned off the stove, placing the last pancake on the stack. She cut out a pad of butter, letting it fall on the top. It began to melt immediately atop the warm fluffy bed.

Olivia turned into him, a soft smile gracing her face, "Life's butter with you."

His gaze filled with warm adoration as he took her hand, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles. "But you make it even sweeter. Me and our little one are lucky to have you."

I was planning on just posting the art, but then I had this silly idea and here we are. This is a pointless fluffy moment between these two but it seems to be fitting. Earlier in their series, Bryce has to call Olivia to make pancakes for Keiki because he's hopeless ( The Perfect Breakfast). Here he is getting better, and in a few months time, he will have perfected breakfast cooking for his very pregnant wife. ( Breakfast + Dessert )

Mug is a shout out to the fic For You.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this! 💛💛💛

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Beautiful Stranger

Premise: Ethan Ramsey wasn’t looking forward to tonight, and then he met the woman of his dreams.

Book: Open Heart (AU) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Trope: Soulmates; Gala Words: 1,610

A/N: This fic is inspired by an ask from last year where I talked about AUs if Cassie wasn't a doctor. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 30, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission for @aprilchallenge prompt "dress".

The entryway to the Washington Hudson Hotel in DC’s Adams Morgan was lined with black town cars and limos. Passengers disembarked under the covered portico, posed for cameras on either side of the red carpet rolled out in welcome, and followed ushers to the Art Deco ballroom.

Security guards in severe black suits prevented anyone from entering without an invitation. Sweat beaded their foreheads, more from the spotlights than the late spring evening, but dark sunglasses hid any discomfort.

Dr. Ethan Ramsey waited impatiently to be let out of the black limo his mentor and friend, Dr. Naveen Banerji, had insisted on renting for the occasion.

“I’m the guest of honor, after all,” he’d said, a Zen-like smile on his face. “Can’t just roll up in a Jalopy.”

Ethan couldn’t fault him that logic, even if he privately thought it excessive to drive two blocks from their hotel. But, then, the man was literally a saint and deserved this minor luxury.

Naveen was being honored tonight with a Humanitarian Service Lifetime Achievement Award from the Valentine Foundation for his work in advancing medical care in developing countries.

The black-tie event was part of the National Medical Symposium’s festivities, where Ethan was invited to present a keynote. An incredible accomplishment, given he’d become an attending not quite a year ago.

Ethan enjoyed the education and dialogue at these conferences but preferred socializing at a bar over scotch. However, Naveen had taught him that these social events were essential for advancing his career and getting sponsors to fund research projects. A necessary evil in medicine.

Finally, the rear door opened from outside, and Ethan slid out of the backseat. Naveen followed, waving and smiling at the flashing cameras as if he was at the Oscars. Ethan ignored everyone, marching through the glass doors, invitation card in hand.

“You were in a hurry,” Naveen said pleasantly, joining Ethan in the soaring foyer outside the ballroom.

“They didn’t care about me.” Ethan rolled his eyes and smirked. “I’m not the guest of honor, after all.”

Naveen chuckled, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “No, but with your looks, they probably thought you were a reality TV star. Off to give your chosen lady a red rose. That’s how the story goes.”

Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why reality TV? What story? And I’m not carrying a rose.”

Naveen shook his head in dismay. “You know, my friend. There’s more to life than medicine.”

Before Ethan could counter that remark, Naveen turned away to greet someone he knew. Left to his own devices, Ethan glanced around the room, recognizing some faces from the conference. But if he was going to schmooze, he needed a stiff drink first.

Almost an hour later, Ethan escaped the crowded ballroom through French doors leading to a moonlit balcony overlooking the dark gardens below. He needed a few minutes of respite from the politicking and socializing that was part of the Valentines’ world.

Ever since he’d learned about the award, Naveen hadn’t stopped talking about the family. Being a Rhodian, Ethan certainly knew of the Valentines of Newport, but they didn’t run in the same circles as the son of a cable repairman from Providence.

He suspected they were like the other donors he’d met inside that ballroom; insanely wealthy and spoiled with a sense of entitlement. The foundation was probably a vanity project for one of the trophy wives, he thought dismissively.

He strode to the wrought-iron balustrade, gripping the edge as he threw his head back and took a deep breath. A floral scent hit his senses before he heard the rustle of fabric.

He spun on his heels to see a beautiful young woman standing against the wall, the hem of her shimmering midnight blue dress hiked up to reveal one silken white thigh.

Her hand froze; a black lace garter strap caught between her fingers. Ethan’s eyes involuntarily followed as the top of a sheer black stocking slid down her skin, catching where her leg was bent at the knee.

His eyes snapped to her face, tracing the arch of her brows, the flushed cheekbones and red lips parted lightly. Long blonde hair fell to the side, past her shoulder, the ends curling softly.

A glittering hair clip on the left side of her head held back the rest. The style revealed diamonds and sapphires dripping from her earlobe, matching the necklace cradled between the valley of her breasts.

Her fragrance enveloped him, his nostrils flared, and all Ethan could think was, “Mine!”

She gasped, or he did. Maybe it was the moonlight, or perhaps it was fate. He hadn’t had enough top-shelf scotch to blame the alcohol. At this point, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him.

“A gentleman would look away. Or lend a hand.”

Ethan heard the amusement in her soft melodic voice and glimpsed the teasing sparkle in her eyes. He wondered if they were blue like his. A strong probability, given the color of her hair.

He took a step toward her and then another, closing the distance between them. His hand unthinkingly reached for the dangling garter strap in her hand but stopped at the warning look in her eyes. Up close, he saw they were green with flecks of blue or black.

Ethan held up his hands in a truce. “That was a rhetorical statement, wasn’t it?”

She scoffed, clearly deeming it unworthy of a response. She quickly reattached her loose stocking and adjusted her dress. The fabric covered her from top to bottom, the hem brushing the toes of her high heels.

The dress would’ve been modest except for how it hugged her curves, accentuating every part of her that his fingers ached to touch.

“You’re staring again,” she said huskily, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths.

Appalled, Ethan blurted out an apology. “I’m sorry. I–– “

He felt his skin flush, and the tips of his ears turn red. If anyone from Edenbrook saw him now, they’d surely laugh at his expense. Frustrated, he stabbed his fingers into his hair.

The woman threw him a strange look, her brows twisting in a V shape. Without a word, she turned to walk away, but he wasn’t ready to let her go.

He instinctively tried to stop her, his fingers brushing the back of her hand. They both hissed as an electric current flashed and pulsed where their skin met.

She held her hand against her chest, stroking the sensitive area with her thumb as if trying to rub away their connection. But she didn’t leave, nibbling on her bottom lip as she regarded him with a perplexed expression.

“I have no excuse for my behavior,” he began, hesitating as he searched for the words that would make her want to stay. “This is not like me at all. I’m not a risk taker. I don’t gamble with my feelings. I don’t ogle strangers at parties, even if they are beautiful. I’m a doctor, a man of science and logic. I…”

“So, you expect me to believe that you don’t know who I am?” she asked in disbelief. “And your arrival on this balcony a few minutes after me was a pure coincidence?”

Ethan looked at her, bewildered. “Should I know you? Have we met before?”

She stared into his eyes, searching for some inner truth. She must have found it, for she nodded and smiled.

“Okay, doctor. I believe you. Since you’re a man of science, care to explain that?”

She pointed to their hands, now resting against their sides. But there were tiny vibrations under the skin, wanting to reach across the space and connect with its mate.

“It’s nothing,” he said warily.

He shoved his hands inside his pant pockets and rocked back on his heels. For some reason, that made her laugh, and a knowing look entered her eyes. It was too astute for his comfort, and he felt laid bare.

“A man of science should know that some things defy expectations,” she mused, tapping one finger against her lips. “And every scientific achievement in history was because someone decided it was worth the risk.”

The sound of a bell ringing in the distance reached their ears, breaking the uneasy silence that followed her words.

“I have to go back inside,” she sighed. “I would say it was a pleasure, but honestly, I don’t know what this was. And I suspect we’re both not ready to find out.”

Ethan watched her walk away, and his feet itched to follow. But he waited, needing a few minutes to collect himself.

When he returned to the ballroom, he scanned the vast room for any sign of Naveen. His height gave him an advantage, and he spotted the other man in an animated conversation with someone, gesticulating excitedly.

Ethan swiftly navigated through throngs of people, slowing down as he neared Naveen. The person ahead of him moved away, and his steps faltered when he saw her.

She must have sensed him too, because she suddenly looked over her shoulder, her green eyes registering surprise as they locked into his shocked blue ones.

“Ah, Ethan, there you are,” Naveen called out. “Come meet my benefactor. Cassie Valentine is the head of the Valentine Foundation and the person who nominated me for tonight’s award. Cassie, meet Dr. Ethan Ramsey, my protégé and one of the most gifted diagnosticians of his generation.”

Ethan Ramsey did not believe in moonlight madness or fate. But for one brief moment, he had, and now his world was turned upside down. What’s more? Cassie’s amused smirk told him she knew it too.

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author-a-holmes · 1 year

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Day 9 of the #fictionwriterchallenge - What's Your Big Author Dream?

I don't know if my dreams would be considered "big" author dreams, really

I'm not trying to be a "best selling author" or make it onto the NYT Best Seller List, or even be a houshold name. My goals, dreams, are comparatively simple.

I want my books to be read, and my characters to be loved.

I'd, ideally, like to be earning enough from my books to fascilitate my continuing to write them.

But my main goal is for people to read my books, to love my characters, and to spread enjoyment with a quality product.

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txemrn · 1 year

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The Easter Magic

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson-Ramsey), with special appearances by Alan Ramsey, Louise Ramsey and Cord Ramsey

Word Count: ~2498

Warning: fairly fluffy; smallest sprinkle of angst; a few curses

A/N: Some characters and plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry

A/N 2: I wanted to join in on the Easter fun, so I am participating in two different prompt challenges. This is my submission for @choicesflashfics, where I am using Prompt #3: "I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?" I am also submitting this to @aprilchallenge with the following prompts: bunny, Easter eggs, laughter, love, kiss, happy, hug. Thank you for allowing me to participate, and thank you for hosting these events! All prompts will be in bold.

A/N 3: Huge thanks to @sfb123 for helping me figure out the ending. We're going to get you on the OPH bus before you know it! This fic was not beta'd or pre-read. Please excuse my errors.

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Turning the ignition off, Tatum looks at her watch. Shit. 9:22PM. She's missed bedtime. Again.

She grabs her shopping bags along with her hospital duffle bag and computer briefcase, and hurries through the garage and to the elevators.

Tatum sneaks into the darkened apartment, padding softly into the kitchen where she begins unpacking her groceries. She pulls out her pie crusts as she places a pot of water to boil on the stove. She sets the temperature to the oven as she pulls out a carton of eggs as well as several packages of fresh cut meats and cheeses for tomorrow's brunch.

As she waits for everything to warm, she retreats to a special walk-in closet under the stairs that stores holiday decorations. She pulls out Cord's Easter basket along with leftover plastic eggs and fake grass from last year's festivities. Spreading out all of her basket and egg hunt supplies on the counter, she notices that her husband did exactly what she had asked: set carrots out with Cord for the Easter Bunny. God, he's the better parent. She would've given anything to have been home, but she couldn't exactly leave in the middle of surgery.

She checks on the stove and oven once more, ensuring that everything is continuing to preheat. She digs in a grocery bag, and grabs a stencil of a bunny paw print, glitter and a bottle of baby powder before heading back to the front door. Climbing on her knees, she presses the shape to the hardwood floor before sprinkling the white particles and glitter across the cutout.

"I don't know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?"

Tatum startles, dropping the bottle of powder as dust billows around her in the air. "Ethan," she coughs into a chuckle, waving the clouds out of the way. "You scared me."

He squats down, a smirk on his face. "What is this mess?"

"I am making Easter Bunny footprints," she states as she returns to the project.

"O…kay," Ethan furrows his eyebrows, "why?"

"It's part of the Easter magic, Ethan," she retorts, "apparently, it's not enough that Cord wakes up to a basket full of goodies. We have to make it look like the Easter Bunny actually broke into our home–by the way, can you take a bite out of the carrot you set out?"

Ethan stares out the powdery prints on the ground before glaring at the carrot. "There’s Easter magic now?"

Tatum scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. "Yes, Ethan, I have to create Easter magic now or else I'm a bad mom."

Ethan's eyes widen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who said anything about being a bad mom?"

Tatum sighs, sliding off of her knees and into a sitting position. "No one," she dusts off her hands, "but I'm just sick of the other moms at the school giving me those judgmental looks with their snide comments. Like, I committed an unforgivable sin by having a baby and choosing to work."

"They aren't so bad," Ethan shrugs, relaxing his face nonchalantly. "The other moms are always nice to me–"

"That's because they think you're hot!"

"Oh, you're deranged," Ethan swipes his hand in the air.

"Am I, Ethan?" Tatum scowls. "I went to Cord's field trip to the duck pond, and four moms asked where you were!"

"Oh," he shakes his head grimacing, but then quickly turns back to Tatum. "Which ones were asking about me?"

With a grumble, Tatum squirts white dust in the air towards her husband before charging back into the kitchen.

"Oh c'mon, Tate, I was joking," Ethan chuckles, sauntering cautiously into the kitchen. He gently grabs her elbow, pulling her into his body before enveloping her in his arms. "Hey," he whispers, his lips barely tickling her ear. "You are an extraordinary mom." Tatum looks up at her husband with glassy eyes as he continues. "Those women? They're jealous because… well, hell, you're hot, too," he snickers, his comment making his wife fall into giggles. He kisses her forehead, "they hate that you have it all: the job you love, the adorable son with excellent genes, I might add, and let's not forget–"

"Yeah, yeah," she interrupts sardonically, "the hot husband." Tatum catches Ethan's lips with hers as she slips her arms around his waist. She relaxes her head against his chest as he continues to pepper her hair with kisses, falling into a comfortable silence. "I just want him to have a happy childhood," Tatum admits softly.

"You don't think he does?"

"I'm scared I'm screwing him up," her voice starts to tremble before she clears her throat. "I just love him so much. Will he look back and remember 'Mom made everything special,' or will he remember that his mom chose to work, that his mom wasn't there for bedtime, or that I didn't buy him microgreens–"

"Wait," Ethan interrupts, pulling back and giving a curious glare at his wife. "Microgreens?"

"Yes, your son asked me for 'microgreens' because Hayleigh Grayce's mom," Tatum singsongs the name obnoxiously, "told him that if he ate those rather than his goldfish crackers, he'd get taller and stronger."

"Are you fucking kidding me? That woman's got a lot of nerve," Ethan fumes. "Besides, he loves goldfish–"

"Not anymore," Tatum rolls her eyes.

"Did you get him the microgreens?"

"He's four!" She sasses, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm happy when he even tastes something green and doesn't spit it out!"

The couple falls into laughter as an alarm on the oven chirps, notifying them that the appliance has been preheated.

"Is this for tomorrow?" Ethan surveys the prep work Tatum has started on the counter.

"Mhmm," she hums, cracking eggs in a bowl before whipping them. "Don't forget; your dad's picking up Louise, and they'll be here around 9."

"Speaking of shitty parents," Ethan jokes, Tatum playfully slapping his arm. He chuckles, shielding himself; but then his eyebrows raise. "And you see? Even if you are a terrible parent, there's always hope for later life."

An unnerving frown etches on Tatum's features. Ethan draws closer to her, planting his mouth against her neck. "Hey," he kisses the sensitive skin again, "you are doing a remarkable job with our son."

Tatum's eyes meet Ethan's crystal pools. "Thank you, baby," she croons, slipping her hands around his neck for one last hug.

"So," Ethan claps, "what's left to do for this Easter Magic stuff?"

Ethan and Tatum finished prepping for the family brunch. They made the 'Easter bunny' paw prints, and left the carrots out with visible teeth marks for Cord to find.

They started stuffing Easter eggs when Ethan noticed Tatum's energy waning. She had been at work since 7AM post holiday call, and now it was close to midnight. He insisted they both head to bed, that they could finish the egg-stuffing--and hiding--in the morning. Before she could even tuck herself in, Tatum was out like a light.

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With boisterous laughter echoing through the master bedroom, Tatum's eyes anxiously pop open, instantly greeted with the bright light of the morning sun. She sits up, rubbing her eyes briskly with her fingertips. "Ethan?" She calls out, reaching for her discarded watch. 9:28AM. Shit. She overslept. She jumps out of bed, grabs her robe and hurries out the door.

Why didn't Ethan wake her up? He knew how important this morning was to–

"Mommy!"

"Oof!" Cord instantly crashes into his mom, throwing his arms around her legs. "Morning, baby," she chuckles, squatting down to take him in her arms. She nuzzles her nose into his blond hair, rubbing circles on his back.

"He came!"

Tatum pulls back from her embrace. "Who came?"

"The Easter Bunny!" Cord grabs her hand, eagerly pulling for his mom to follow. "C'mon! I'll show you!" They scurry to the front door area, Tatum pinning her robe closed with her free fingers. "Look, Mommy!" He giggles jumping onto his knees. "Footprints!"

"Wow!" Tatum acts surprised, relishing in her son's excitement.

"Did you show Mommy the carrots?"

Tatum twirls around to find Ethan leaning against the entryway. She stands up, but her husband already has his hands on her, pulling her snug into his embrace.

"Morning, baby," he purrs.

"Morning--uh… why didn't you wake–?"

"Shhh," Ethan sweetly hushes her, his lips meeting hers briefly once, then twice. "Because part of being a good mother is knowing when to take care of yourself." He tucks her under his jaw, his fingers combing into her tangled waves. "You're exhausted," he inhales deeply the floral notes in her hair, exhaling a soft moan. "And you looked so peaceful laying there."

Tatum jerks up. "I was snoring, wasn't I?"

Ethan boasts a guilty grin. "And drooling." He chuckles, hugging her again, running his warm hands up and down her sides. "But don't you worry. Everything is taken care of."

Tatum lets go, eyeing him suspiciously. "What do you mean? I have a casserole to bake and the eggs need–"

"Taken care of," he bares his teeth in a bright white smile.

"But… but how?"

"Easter Magic," he nonchalantly winks.

"C'mon," an older voice playfully chides, "let's show your mama." Bounding into the room was Ethan's father Alan, carrying Cord on his back.

"Happy Easter, Alan," Tatum giggles, giving her father-in-law a kiss on the cheek before inspecting the remnants of a carrot in Cord's hand.

"See, Mommy? The Easter Bunny came!" The little boy squeals with glee.

Tatum bites her lip, cupping her hand around her son's head. "Looks like he was really hungry!"

"And I got a basket with books and colors and–and books!"

"You did?" Tatum claps her hands. "Tell you what. Go pick out one book from your basket, and we can read it after we eat, okay?"

Cord nods excitedly as he slips down his grandpa's back, running full force to the living room to rummage through his Easter treasures.

With a twinkle in her eye Tatum looks back and forth between Ethan and Alan. "I… but how…?"

Alan gives his daughter-in-law an endearing side hug. "You already did all of the prep work, sweetheart.”

“It’s true,” Ethan nods. "There wasn’t much more to do; I finished Cord’s basket and got him ready while Mom and Dad stuffed the eggs."

"Wait," Tatum holds up her arms, "where is Louise?"

"She's finishing up in the kitchen," Alan grins, nodding through the dining area.

Tatum turns on her heel, ensuring her robe is completely closed as she fidgets with her unkempt hair, pushing strands behind her ears. As she enters the kitchen, she watches as a thin, older woman pulls out a casserole dish of cinnamon buns.

"Louise?"

Setting down the pan, Ethan's mother carefully cranes her neck, her expression warming when she sees Tatum. "Good morning, dear. I–I hope you don't mind me. I, uh…" she motions to the kitchen and the dining room. "I didn't mean to overstep."

"Are you kidding me?" Tatum quickly bridges the gap, throwing her arms around Louise, tucking the older woman tightly into her arms. "Thank you so much, Lou," she softly hums, tightening her embrace. "You didn't overstep at all."

The older woman wraps her arms around Tatum, cherishing the hug from her daughter-in-law. "I guess, I'm just… I don't know, I'm–"

Tatum pulls back, taking her by the hand. "Making up for lost time."

She nods, becoming more serious in her demeanor. "I wasn't always… a bad mother, you know–"

"Louise," Tatum takes her back in her arms. "What matters is now," she grins endearingly, "and you just gave my son a happy Easter."

Louise's eyes sparkle, peering up at Tatum. "It really was fun," she giggles, wiping at her tears. "But that sweet little boy? You and Ethan are doing an incredible job."

"Thanks, Lou," Tatum gently pats her arm, "that means more to me than you realize."

The women grab the various dishes and serving utensils and finish setting the table for Easter brunch. Tatum begins to fill the water glasses with ice. "Lou, did you ever have that overwhelming sense that no matter how hard you try, you're bound to royally screw up your baby?"

Louise chuckles to herself, "Only every single moment of everyday. It consumed me… but," she grins poignantly, "this is what I know now. Childhood is already a magical time; they're learning and experiencing things for the very first time that you and I, well, we take for granted," Louise puts an endearing hand on Tatum's arm. "They need love. That's what they remember."

"G'andma!" Cord calls out from behind the women. "Can I show Mommy what we made?"

"You made something?" Tatum curiously looks at Louise, giving her a playful wink.

"Sure, sweetie. Make sure it's dry, and you can show your mom." The women exchange grins as Cord runs to another room. "I hope you don't mind. I brought over an egg dyeing kit."

"No, that's perfect–" Tatum is interrupted with Cord tapping her hip as he proudly holds out the colored egg.

"Look, Mommy!' He smiles proudly. "I made it for you, but--but G'andma helped me."

"Oh, Cord," Tatum gasps, her face expressive. "This is beautiful, baby!" She picks up the egg, appreciating the blue and purple watercolors, but when she turns it around, she notices writing from a white crayon that spells out the phrase Best Mom.

Tatum never thought in a million years she'd be that mom, getting choked up by cheesy clichés of being the 'best mom' or 'world's best mom', but in this moment, she gets it. She understands why mothers everywhere are so touched by being hailed for something so pompous.

Motherhood is damn hard. No one knows what the hell they're doing, and each mom, even the ones teaching their children to eat microgreens instead of goldfish crackers, think they're doing a terrible job.

But seeing that smile on Cord's face, seeing so much light and wonder in his crystal blue eyes, maybe Louise is right. And Cord is one deeply loved little boy.

Tatum pulls Cord into her arms, saddling him on her hip as she kisses his cheeks. "Thank you so much, baby. I love it." With a blush swirling on his cheeks, the young boy smiles brightly, coyly laying his head on his mom's shoulder.

"Hey," Ethan saunters up next to his wife, brushing his hand against her lower back. "Are we just about ready to–whoa!" His eyes widen. "The table… the food and the–and the decorations…"

"Do you like it?"

"Tate," his voice is low and breathless, his eyes darting across the table spread. "This really is, well, magical."

She beams as a rosy hue paints her face. "I guess you're now a believer in the Easter magic?" She titters.

"I am, and… I guess I have been for a long time." Tatum gives him a curious glance as he pulls her into a heated kiss. "I'm looking at the magic right now."

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kingliamappreciationweek · 1 year

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Welcome to our second edition of King Liam Appreciation Week! We begin TOMORROW!!

We have two themes for Day 1: Character Appreciation and Throwback!

Character Appreciation is pretty simple - this is your space to show your love for Liam as a person, as an individual, to explore the different facets of his personality!! Let us know which Liam you have chosen out of the three customizations and what you like most about him. Think of what his interests and dislikes, what makes him happy, how he expresses himself. Basically - what is Liam like away from the throne and Crown?

Throwback is your space to share old pieces you've made on Liam, and if you'd like to...you can even take us through the process of creating this content! Tell us what it was about Liam that inspired your piece, and any interesting stories you may have about your process 🤓 If you'd like some guidance, here is a Throwback questionnaire you can try out!

Any content is welcome - fanfic, fanart, edits, moodboards, interactive media, meta, headcanons, screenshots...even simple posts about what you love about him! The theme itself is meant only to be an inspiration for your content - it isn't essential that you can only deliver your theme-based content on that particular day. If you're putting it up later, you can always tag it with the day you intended it for (#KLAW Day 1, #KLAW Day 2)

Be sure to keep in mind the following when you post:

1. Write #kingliamappreciationweek and #KLAW in the tags to make it easier for us to find your content! Make sure you tag the day you meant the content for too (#KLAW Day 1, #KLAW Day 2).

2. Tag @kingliamappreciationweek, as well as co-hosts @sazanes and @lizzybeth1986 in your posts so we don't miss them!

Fan content blogs have been essential in getting the word out about our events, and we are always happy showing our love for them. A lot of exciting events and challenges are coming up this month and we encourage you to participate in some of them if you can!

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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A Different Fate

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,551

Summary: Kaycee watches a young couple in a cafe and reminisces about a time gone by.

A/N: Sorry, but it was based on a request from @trappedinfanfiction, so can we blame her a little too? lol The prompt was "see your face in every crowd." Also participating in @choicesflashfics prompt "Sometimes forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever." Lastly, @aprilchallenge - Sunset

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“You’re certain? Absolutely certain?”

The joy in the young woman’s eyes, the delicate blush on her cheeks, the breathlessness in her voice when she replied… any fool could see she was madly in love… and Kaycee was no fool.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything. Abby, if you can forgive me, I’m yours. I’ll shout it from the rooftops if you like… I want the world to know just how much I love you.”

She didn’t want to eavesdrop on the couple; it wasn’t her intent. But the space was snug at the sidewalk café, and it was impossible not to overhear. The least she could do was pretend she wasn’t paying attention. So she hid behind a copy of The New York Times, which she was grateful she purchased earlier today. Still, she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Do you mean it, Evan? Because I love you and….”

“I know I’ve been indecisive, I’ve put you through hell, and you deserve better… but Abby, I’m not afraid anymore. Do I need to stand and scream it to the entire café?”

“No,” Abby giggled. “I don’t think….”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the dark-haired man shouted as he rose to his feet. “May I have your attention, please…”

“Evan!”

“The beautiful woman sitting across from me, my precious Abby… she is the love of my life, and I want everyone to know. I nearly blew it with her … worried about my disapproving family, who threatened to disown me, and worried about her father, who told me to leave her alone so she could focus on her career… as if she isn’t brilliant enough to do both at the same time. I forced our love into the shadows like it was an unseemly secret when it was the most beautiful and pure thing we’ve ever known. I caused her to walk away. But I’m done with that now. I, Evan Porter, love you, Abby Velez, and if you give me a second chance, I’ll declare my love for you everywhere I go for as long as you’ll have me. So, please, Abby, what do you say?”

Kaycee no longer had to hide, Evan wanted the attention of every patron, and he had it. Everyone was rapt with anticipation as they waited for the startled beauty to reply, and they broke into applause as she jumped from her seat and answered him with a lingering kiss. The setting sun’s amber glow washed everything in an ethereal light… a rom-com come to life in the middle of New York City… who could have imagined?

“Ma’am,” a waiter interrupted, bringing Kaycee back to the confines of her own life. “Will there be anything else?”

“No,” she answered with a smile. “Just the check and… waiter… can you bring me theirs as well. I’d like to pay it anonymously.”

“Of course,” the waiter nodded.

Two quick signatures and the payments were made. Kaycee handed the server a note and asked him to deliver it to the couple in place of their check.

Hold on to what you have… with all your might. Love should always be forever.

She walked away far faster than she realized. Escaping the café was easy, far simpler than escaping her thoughts. Several blocks away, she collapsed onto a park bench, the memories of an evening years ago flooding her mind. She’d never understand it. Eight years passed in a flash, and her world today bore almost no resemblance to the one she lived in before, yet the memories were always right there. She could touch them anytime as if they were only moments away.

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“This place is beautiful,” she smiled as he pulled her chair back.

“Only the best for you tonight. You deserve something special.”

“Do I?” She teased. “And what would that be for?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled brightly. “Completing a grueling residency? Becoming the youngest Diagnostic Team fellow in Edenbrook’s history? Putting up with a complete asshole of a boss for the past three years?”

“That last one!” She interrupted. “That’s why I deserve this.”

“Oh really? Just remind yourself that the same jackass is picking up the tab tonight…. So be kind.”

“I’ve always been kind to him,” she cooed, reaching over the table to take his hand.

She felt him pull it away ever so delicately before stopping and allowing it to linger in hers. He thought the move was smooth enough that Kaycee wouldn’t notice, but as he watched her smile falter, he knew he hid nothing at all.

Outside of that slip, everything about the dinner was perfect, the food, wine, and service… the way he hung on her every word and laughed effortlessly at each joke. The longing looks they shared and the way he reached over to caress her knee. It was perfection, and Kaycee almost allowed herself to believe.

“I had a lovely time tonight,” she said as they approached her door. “You really didn’t need to go so overboard.”

“But I did. It was a celebration, one you richly deserved.”

“It was, wasn’t it… but….”

“But?”

“…it was more than a celebration; I’m just unclear. Was tonight so special because it marked a beginning or an end?”

The frightened look on his face and his bobbing Adam’s apple told Kaycee all she needed to know. Still, he continued.

“Kaycee… you haven’t even made a decision about your next step yet… you should do that….”

“I have,” she interrupted, “I have. All I need to know is, have you made a decision about your future? Yours and mine.”

He took a step closer, lacing his fingers with hers as he gently stroked her cheek. He longed to see her blue eyes sparkle in the moonlight, but she had turned them away.

“Kaycee, you know how I feel about you, and you know how much you mean to me. But….”

“No more buts,” she blurted. “It’s been one but after another for three years, and I can't hear anymore. My residency is over, Ethan. You don’t have to be my boss; we can be whatever we want to be. I love you. No buts, no disclaimers… I just love you… do you love me, too?”

“You know I do. You know that I do….”

“But…” she smiled wistfully as tears glistened in her eyes. “I can’t do this again. I’ve made my choice, and you’ll have my resignation on your desk tomorrow. I have to go where I’m wanted… where I’m needed, and that’s not here.”

“Kayce, you know that….”

“Nah-uh-uh…” she held up her hand. “No more.”

She lifted her hand and rubbed it along the stubble of his jaw, smiling at the pricking feeling she knew so well, committing it to memory as she knew this would be the last time.

“I’ll always cherish tonight… I’ll cherish all of our memories over the past three years, Ethan. I just wish I hadn’t allowed myself to believe that - this - might be forever.”

“Forever can take on many meanings,” he frowned. “Sometimes forever doesn’t necessarily mean forever… not in this way, but that doesn’t mean we won’t….”

“I know…” she whispered. “I know. I… I should go inside. Good… goodbye, Ethan.”

~~~

Eight years later, she still didn’t know how she willed herself to turn away… but she had, and he didn’t stop her. Eight years later, she understood what forever meant; sometimes, it meant living with the love, if not the person. Of enduring everlasting pain for the gift of a brief, blissful moment. Overcome with emotion, she pulled out her phone and pulled up the number she had sworn she’d delete at least a hundred times before.

Ethan, it’s Kaycee. I’m thinking of you tonight… and often wonder if you still think of me. I just saw a young couple at dinner, and they had the ending I longed for. Although they were strangers, I felt such joy for them, even as my own heart broke all over again. I saw so much of us in them, Ethan… but that shouldn’t come as a shock… everything reminds me of you… eight years later, I still see your face in every crowd. Around every turn, you’re always there. So tell me, Ethan, do you still think of me? Do the three years we spent together haunt you, and are you afraid they will until the end of time? If so, can we end this? Once and for all, there is no need to…. there’s no need….”

Her hand was shaking as she bit down on her quivering lip. She couldn’t read what she had just written through her tear-filled eyes. Eight years had passed without so much as a word…. Having the love of your life tell you you’re not going to make it is a pain no one should have to endure, and Kaycee had survived it once, but she wasn’t sure she could do it again.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, deleting the message before walking away. She had a brilliant career and good friends, a beautiful home, and a life many would envy. Nothing was missing, not even love, for she had that too. See, forever is forever… even when forced to live it alone.

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