#briella bounce

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"Next time I get around to spanking that ass, I'll be extra mean just to prove a point." Just as Miray told Mina to get ready to leave, all hell broke loose and Briella started to cry, "Daddy! No!" She threw her arms around her friend, "Ah here come the waterworks." He chuckled. "Come on baby." He picked the toddler up who curled up while she cried. "The dramatics with these two" He shook his head as he bounced the girl, "Just a week. Think you can last seven days without me?"

"You couldn't be mean to me, I'm adorable. It's impossible to be mean to me." Miray grinned, fluttering her eyelashes at him just to prove how adorable she really was. "Mina, finish up and say goodbye please it's bedtime soon." More than likely the little devil would be asleep during their ride home and then take forever to get to sleep once she was in her own bed. That was what usually happened. "Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you're leaving us. How many days are you going for again?"

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[justmonochrome]

Briella Bounce

<Edited by Just Monochrome>

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Briella Bounce

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[bellaireland1981]

New Beginnings: CH 7

Characters: Andy Barber x Single Mom! Briella James (Named Reader), Jacob Barber, Ava James

Summary: Briella James is a HS teacher and has Jacob in her class. Jacob meets Briella’s 5 year old daughter and they form a bond. Andy is interested in Briella but her ex (and Ava’s dad) is becoming a problem!

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, jerk of an ex that harasses Briella, kissing… will update in future chapters.

Word Count: 3281

A/N: I do Not own Andy Barber or Jacob Barber, they are fictional characters. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work or translate it to another site. Reblogs always welcome!   This is my FIRST EVER attempt at writing for Andy…or any character, so be gentle!  THANK YOU to my friends for supporting me and encouraging me! I’m my own worst critic so I love their feedback! @denisemarieangelina @fluffymisha97 @jamielea81​

Previous Chapter     

“Mommy! We watched Frozen  and Frozen 2!” Ava exclaimed when you entered the house. “And we played games!”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun!” You replied, hoping your voice didn’t give away your terror. “Ava, Monkey, can you go up and brush your teeth and get your pajamas on? I’ll be right up to read you a story.”

“I can read her a story,” Jacob said, seeming to sense something was off. “Come on, Ava, I’ll read you another one of your princess books if you want.”

“OK! Goodnight, Mommy! I love you.” Ave said bouncing over to give you a hug. Then tuned to hug Andy as well, “Goodnight, Andy! Love you!”

Your heart melted at her declaration. You looked up at Andy who seemingly melted at her words as well. He hugged her back.

“Goodnight, sweet Princess.” He said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you too.”

“I’ll be up to tuck you in after your book.” You told her, “Love you, Monkey.”

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Andy said, pulling you into his embrace once the kids had gone upstairs. “Take a deep breath. It’s going to be OK. I promise you.”

“Why is he doing this, Andy?” You asked, “Five years… he’s left us alone. Not a word. Why now?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” He assured me, “And I’m going to make him stop.”

Andy continued to hold you, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. It was nice to have his strength when you felt on the verge of falling apart.

You heard your phone vibrate with notification alerts. You’d been good at ignoring it while you were on your date.

“Let me look at the messages, Sweetheart.” Andy said, “Go on up and tuck Ava in, and then we can sit down and figure this out.” He pulled back slightly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You quietly walked up the stairs and headed to your first to change out of your dress. You chose a pair of joggers and a tshirt. You scrubbed your face free of makeup and pulled your hair back, out of your face. Once finished you felt slightly better and started for Ava’s room. You could hear her and Jacob talking so you paused before going in.

“I wish your daddy could be my daddy, Jacob.” Ava said, “And you were my big brother. You’d be the best big brother.”

“Thanks, Ava.” Jacob said softly, “You’d be the best little sister. Wanna know something? I wish your mom could be my mom.”

Your eyes burned from tears at the sweet sentiments. You took a deep breath and blinked the tears away, needing to go say goodnight to your daughter.

“All ready to be tucked in?” You asked cheerfully, coming into the room.

“Ready!” Ava nodded, you could tell she was getting very sleepy. It was much later than she was used to staying up.

“Goodnight, Ava” Jacob said smiling, leaning over to give her a quick hug before he left the room.

You tucked her in and turned on her bedside lamp before turning off her big light.

“I love you, Monkey.” You whispered, standing by her door.

“Love you, Mommy.” She replied softly, already drifting off to sleep.  You quietly stepped out and closed the door.

Jacob was leaning against the wall by the stairs, waiting for you, looking anxious.

“Is everything ok, Bri?” he asked, “Did something happen?”

“Everything is going to be ok” You reassured him, pulling him gently into a hug. His arms came around you, hugging you back tightly. “Thank you for taking such good care of Ava.”

“It’s not a problem.” He replied, “I had fun.”

You both headed down stairs to find Andy. You didn’t want to say too much to Jacob in case Andy didn’t want him to know what was happening, but you knew you’d have to tell him something. He knew something happened and it was clearly making him anxious.

Jacob went to the living room and started picking up the blankets and pillows off the floor, while you found Andy in the kitchen, sitting at the island.

“Hey” You said quietly, walking to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Water is fine.” Andy said, “Ava all tucked in?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “Jacob is worried, Andy. He knows something is wrong. He asked me if something happened. I said it was all ok, I didn’t know if you wanted to tell him anything or what you’d want him to know.”

“He’s always been good at picking up on stuff like that.” Andy smiled, gently, “I’ll talk to him. He’s going to need some kind of explanation because we’re not leaving you and Ava alone here tonight.”

“How bad were the texts?” You asked, unsure you wanted to know. Andy slid the phone over to you, as Jacob walked into the room.

“Hey, Jake.” Andy said, “Listen, Pal, we’re going to stay here tonight with Bri and Ava. There is someone who is harassing her and I need to make sure they’re safe.”

“Who is it?” he asked, “Someone you know, Bri?”

“Its my ex,” You replied, “Ava’s biological father.”

“Does Ava know anything about him?” He asked, curiously.

“No.” You answered, “She’s never asked and I’ve never volunteered information about him. He left before she was born.”

“He’s scum.” Jacob said, his voice sounding angry, “He doesn’t deserve you or Ava.”

“You’re sweet, Jacob.” You said, smiling, “You OK with staying here, and all of this?”

“Of course!” he replied, “Dad’s right, we need to make sure you’re safe.”

“There is a guest room next to Ava’s, and the couch isn’t too bad to sleep on either. I can grab extra pillows and some blankets.” you said.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Jacob said, “Can I watch some TV for a bit?”

“Of course you can!” You answered, “Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m good.” He replied, “But thanks. Goodnight.” He came over to where you were standing and gave you a hug, then to his dad’s shock, hugged him too before heading to the living room.

“You ok?” You asked Andy, smiling, “You look a little shell-shocked.”

“My teenage son, who hasn’t hugged me in years, just hugged me.” He answered, “I’m more than ok.”

You laughed quietly, then taking a deep breath, unlocked your phone and opened up the text messages from your ex.

:You really think I’ll allow some other man to have what’s mine?

: You’re stupid to think he really wants you, Briella. You’re worthless.

: Just because I don’t want you or the brat doesn’t mean I’ll allow anyone else to have you.

: If you continue to go against me, you’ll regret it.

You felt as though you were going to be sick. You could feel bile rising up in your throat. You quickly sat down, knowing if you didn’t you’d collapse.

“Sweetheart,” Andy said, coming around to where you were sitting and pulling you up into his embrace, holding you against him for support. “Those last few messages are essentially threats. We’re going to go to the police station in the morning and report him. We need the paper trail. First thing Monday, we’re filing a restraining order to add to the other orders. In the meantime, I’m not leaving you alone. You and Ava are far too important to me to risk.”

“If I’m being completely honest,” You said, “I’m really glad you’re here. I feel safer with you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Bri.” He promised, cupping your face with his hands and leaning down to kiss you.

Your arms were around his waist, hands splayed over his back. His hands moved from your face, to wrap his arms around you, one hand bracing your head, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, his tongue once more licking over your lips, seeking entry into your mouth. You opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss, your tongues meeting. You moaned softly, your bodies pressed together. You didn’t know how long you stood there, locked together, but when you came up for air you were both breathing hard, lips swollen.

“You have no idea how badly I want to keep kissing you,” Andy said, his voice low and husky, “But if we do it’s not going to end with just kissing you and when I do finally get you, I don’t want it to have to be rushed, or to have to worry about one of our kids walking in on us.”

“As much as I’d like to keep kissing you too, I think you’re right.” You reluctantly agreed. “I’ll have to arrange a sleepover for Ava with her grandparents sometime.”

“Sometime soon.” Andy suggested, smiling at you.

“Definitely sometime soon.” You agreed, “In the meantime, I will show you to the guest room for the night.”  

“Lead the way, Sweetheart.” He replied. “I’d suggest we could share a bed so I could hold you all night, but it would open up a lot of questions if Ava were to come in.”

“She’ll be full of questions in the morning anyway when she sees you and Jacob still here.” You reasoned, “But those questions will be easier to answer than the questions she’d have at finding you in bed with me.”

You grabbed some extra pillows and blankets from the linen closet and took them to Jacob in the living room. After saying goodnight to him, you led Andy to the guest room.

“There are extra towels in the bathroom if you want to shower or anything.” You said.

He reaches out and gently pulls you back into him, dropping a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart,” He said, “We’ll come up with a game plan tomorrow.”

“I forgot to let my mom know about dinner. I’ll have to call her in the morning.” You said, “Maybe we should wait on that until everything with my ex is settled?”

“If you want to wait, we can.” He said, “But I don’t think it’ll hurt anything if we go ahead as planned.”

“Ok.” You said, “I’ll call my mom in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Bri.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Goodnight.” You replied.

You crossed the hall and entered your bedroom, quietly closing the door. You brush your teeth and strip down to just a tshirt and panties, and slip into bed. You laid there, trying to shut your brain off so you could relax and drift off to sleep. You thought about the texts from your ex and worried if he’d actually follow through on his threats. You started to think of all the worst case scenarios of what he could do. The more you thought about it, the more anxious you became.

After tossing and turning for over 30 minutes you gave up trying to fall asleep and picked up your phone from your night stand.

B: Are you still awake?

A: Yeah, everything ok?

B: I  can’t sleep… I can’t shut my mind off.

A: Want company?

B: Yes, please.

Shortly after you send the last text, your door opens and Andy strolls in. He’d taken off his pants and button up shirt, leaving him in his boxers and a white undershirt. He smiles warmly at you as he steps closer to the bed.

You scoot over to the side, making room for him to slide in under the covers with you.

“Come here, sweetheart” He said quietly, laying on his back and opening his arms to you. You settled into his embrace, laying on your side, leg kicked over his and your head resting on your chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat instantly put you at ease, you were finally able to take a deep breath.

“Thank you” You whispered, in the dark.

“I have absolutely no problem holding you.” He replied, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “Try to sleep. We’ll deal with it all in the morning, but I promise, I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

Comforted by his words, and lulled by his heartbeat and breathing, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

You woke up feeling well rested. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table, seeing that it was well past when Ava would have normally bounded in to wake you up. Andy stirred next to you, pulling you back into him, his eyes still closed.

“Good morning” You said, laughing quietly.

“Ten more minutes.” He mumbled, a faint smile on his lips, “I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“I’m pretty sure Ava is already up.” You told him, “She’s normally in here bouncing on me by now.”

He finally opened his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face.

“Good Morning, Beautiful.” He said, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” You said, “Probably the best I’ve slept in a long time. Did you sleep ok?”

“I slept amazingly well.” He replied, “I loved being able to hold you. Waking up to you was pretty great too.”

“I could really get used to sleeping in your arms and waking up to you.” You told him.

“That’s good because I fully plan on making this a regular thing sooner rather than later.” He confided. “Going back to Ava though, how do you want to handle the fact that Jake and I stayed?”

“You’ll get no objections from me, Counselor,” You teased him, “For now, if she asks, we’ll just say it got too late so we decided to have a sleepover.”

“That’ll work.” He said, “Once we get some breakfast, we can have Jake keep her occupied while we file the report with the police. Afterwards, we can come up with a plan. I don’t want you and Ava alone until we have this settled. I don’t trust your ex.”

“I feel really bad that you’re getting pulled into the mess that is becoming my life.” You said, “I promise it’s not normally like this. Honestly, until recently he was a non-issue.”

“I want to be in your life, Bri” Adny said, “And I know better than anyone that life is sometimes messy. I don’t just want to be here for the good and easy parts.”

“You’re an amazing man, Andy.” You told him, “Most men would have probably run for the hills already.”

“Good thing I’m not most men, then huh?” He said smiling and cupping your face and kissing you gently.

“Very good thing.” You agreed. “Come on, let’s go face the circus and my Monkey.”

“Why do you call her ‘Monkey’?” He asked laughing, while the two of you got up.

“She used to cling to me like a little monkey when she was really little and then when she got bigger she was always climbing on stuff. The name just sort of stuck.” You explained.

“It’s cute.” He replied, “But I think I’ll stick to Princess Ava.”

“She loves that you know” You informed him, “She’s all smiles whenever you call her that.”

“Good” He said, “I’m pretty sure she’s already got me wrapped around her finger.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re right.” You laughed.

You pulled on the joggers you’d worn last night while Andy quickly ran across the hall to pull on his pants. He didn’t bother with his button up shirt just yet. The two of you made your way downstairs. Ava was already perched on the couch with Jacob watching cartoons, clearly in her element and more than happy that he was still there.

“Morning, Monkey” You said, smiling, “Morning, Jacob. Are you guys hungry?”

“Morning, Mommy! Ava exclaimed, “Can we have pancakes?”

“Of course,” You agreed, “Jacob, would you like pancakes?”

“Yes, please.” He said, “And Good Morning.”

“Alright, pancakes coming up.” You said.

“Mommy?” Ava asked, you stopped and turned back towards her. “How come you had a sleepover without me?”

“It wasn’t a planned sleepover, Princess” Andy said, jumping in, “It was just really really late when your mommy and I finished talking and we thought it would be better just to sleep here. We wouldn’t have a sleepover without you!”

“Can we have a real sleepover?” She asked, accepting his answer.

“We can plan a real sleepover.” You and Andy both agree.f

“Next time, we can build blanket forts and camp out in the living room.” Jacob said. “But no parents allowed.”

“Yes!” Ava agreed, laughing, “Sorry Mommy, Sorry Andy!”

“It’s quite alright.” Andy said laughing, “Your Mommy and I are going to go make those pancakes.”

“Bri,” Jacob said, “Can you please not let my dad be in charge of the pancakes?”

“Hey!” Andy said, indignantly. “I can make pancakes.”

“I stand by my plea.” He said, smiling at his dad.

“I promise not to let him wreck the pancakes.” You reassured him, “I can probably teach him how to make them though if you’d like.”

“That works.” Jacob agreed.

“I seriously take offense to the accusation that I can’t handle pancakes.” Andy said, shaking his head playfully.

“Come on,” You said, leading him to the kitchen, “For Jacob’s sake, I’ll teach you the basics of breakfast.”

You managed to get breakfast on the table without incident. Andy wasn’t as helpless in the kitchen as Jacob made him out to be.

After breakfast, you sent Ava upstairs to get dressed and brush her hair. Andy and Jacob took over clean up duties, so you ran upstairs as well to shower.

You were just out of the shower, a towel wrapped around you as you ran a brush through your hair.

“Now there’s a sight.” Andy said coming into the bathroom, looking you over. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Did you want to grab a shower?” You ask him.

“I’ll wait until I get home and can change into clean clothes.” He said, “Although, if you were offering to shower with me…”

“Maybe another time.” You teased.

“Once you’re dressed and ready, we can all head over to my house so Jake and I can change.” He replied, “Did you have a chance to call your mom about dinner today?”

“I wasn’t sure if you still wanted to after last night.” You said, “But I can call her. I’m sure she already planned on it, knowing my mom.”

“Let’s do it.” He said, “I’d like to meet them.”

“Ok, once I’m dressed, I’ll call.” You agreed.  Andy smiles, taking your hand and pulling you into him, before bringing his hands up to cup your face, leaning down and angling his mouth against yours. Your arms came up to wrap around his middle, while your tongues explored each other’s mouth. You weren’t sure how long you stayed wrapped in each other and kissing. Slowly, you both came up for air.

“This is the sweetest form of torture.” He chuckled, “It’s hard keeping my hands off of you.”

“I’m having the same problem.” You admitted.

“Soon, Sweetheart.” He promised, “In the meantime, we’ll focus on taking care of the problem with your ex and keeping you and Ava safe. Jake and I will grab clothes from the house and plan on staying again tonight.”

“I’m sure he’s all talk… I’m sure we’ll be fine. It’s a school and work night, I hate to be such a disruption to your normal routine and life.” You said.

“I’m not comfortable taking that chance.” He said, “You’re not a disruption to our lives, Bri, you and Ava make our lives better and I’m damn sure going to protect that and you.”

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[bellaireland1981]

New Beginnings: CH 6

Characters: Andy Barber x Single Mom! Briella James (Named Reader), Jacob Barber, Ava James

Summary: Briella James is a HS teacher and has Jacob in her class. Jacob meets Briella’s 5 year old daughter and they form a bond. Andy is interested in Briella but her ex (and Ava’s dad) is becoming a problem!

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, jerk of an ex that harasses Briella, kissing… will update in future chapters.

Word Count: 4084

A/N: I do Not own Andy Barber or Jacob Barber, they are fictional characters. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work or translate it to another site. Reblogs always welcome!   This is my FIRST EVER attempt at writing for Andy…or any character, so be gentle!  THANK YOU to my friends for supporting me and encouraging me! I’m my own worst critic so I love their feedback! @denisemarieangelina @fluffymisha97 @jamielea81

Chapter 5     

Thankfully the rest of the week went pretty quickly. Friday morning, Ava was a ball of excited energy for dinner with Andy and Jacob. She wasn’t the only one. You couldn’t wait either.

Unfortunately, throughout the day you were inundated with texts and calls from your ex, which set you on edge. You managed to make it to your lunch before you broke down and actually called Andy. You planned to just leave a voicemail, as you were sure he was busy. You were happily surprised when he picked up.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said, “Are you on lunch? How’s your day going?”

“Yeah.” You said, “It’s much better now that I’m talking to you. I was just going to leave you a voicemail, but this is much better.”

“Everything ok?” He asked, concerned, “And unless I’m in court, I’ll always answer for you.”

“I’ve been getting a lot of texts and calls today from the ex.” You replied, shakily, “It’s just getting to me. It’s exhausting.”

“Forward me the messages,” he said, “I promise you, this will be over soon. In the meantime, we have tonight and tomorrow night together to look forward to.”

“That’s what’s getting me through.” You replied, “I can’t wait to see you. Ava is beyond excited as well.”

“Only a few more hours.” He said, “I can’t wait to see you and Ava either. How about you both come over at 4:30. Gives you time to get her picked up and I’ll leave work early and meet you at my house.”

“Sounds perfect.” You agreed. “I’ll let you get back to work, and I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll see you soon.” He said, “And you can call me whenever you need to.”

The rest of the day went smoother. The calls and texts tapered down so you were at least able to focus. Once your last class was finished, you wrapped up some last minute emails to parents, then shut your laptop, grabbed your stuff and headed out of the building.

You got Ava picked up from school and headed home to change before going to Andy’s. Ava insisted on wearing her Elsa pajamas, even though you repeatedly told her it was not a sleepover.  One thing you were sure of, the child was headstrong.  You changed into jeans and a lighter weight sweater. It was starting to get cooler, especially at night.

You arrived at Andy’s and parked behind his black Audi. Getting out of your car, you made your way around to get Ava out and the two of you walked up to the front door. Andy was already there waiting with the door open, smiling at the two of you.

“Hi Andy!” Ava exclaimed, bounding up the step and throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, smiling at you over her head.

“Hey, Princess.” He said, “I hope you’re hungry. We’ve got lots of pizza on the way, and enough snacks to rival the movie theater.”

“I’m starving.” she confirmed, beaming up at Andy. “Where’s Jacob?”

“Right here” He said, coming up behind his dad. “Come on, let’s steak out the best seats for the movie.” Jacob reaches for Ava’s hand, helping her into the house.

“Hey, Beautiful.” Andy said smiling at you, “Come here.” He gently pulled you up the step into the house and into his arms. You felt your whole body relax into his embrace. The stress of the week and everything with your ex melting away.

“That was exactly what I needed.” you said smiling up at him, “Thank you.”

“If I’m being honest, I needed it too,” He replied, “It was a long day. I was more than happy to leave it all behind. Come on, let’s go inside, I’ve got wine or beer. You’ve earned it.”

Andy led you into the house and to the kitchen. It was a very nice house from what you saw of it so far. It was definitely larger than yours. Surprisingly, it looked very homey, not the bachelor pad you were expecting with two males living there. Jacob and Ava were seated in what looked like oversized bean bag chairs on the living room floor flipping through Disney+, deciding on which movie to watch. It was cute that Jacob was patiently flipping through them all, even though everyone knew the choice would be Frozen.

You’d decided beer sounded better for the evening, especially with pizza coming. You and Andy sat at the island in the kitchen sipping your beer, enjoying each other’s company while you waited for dinner to arrive.

“I wasn’t sure where you’d like to go tomorrow night, but some of the other lawyers at the firm suggested the new sushi and steak restaurant KoFusion. I made reservations but we can always go somewhere else if you’d prefer.” Andy said, taking a sip of his beer.

“That sounds perfect.” You replied, smiling. “I’ve actually been wanting to try it, but Ava isn’t really open to trying sushi or steak.”

“I don’t think I would have been much for them either at her age.” He laughed, “Jake may eat steak now, but I doubt I’d ever get him to try sushi.”

“I was planning on making them a mini taco bar for dinner.” You said, “It’s easy to make.”

“I know Jake loves tacos so he’ll be happy.” He replies.

The doorbell rang, signaling dinner’s arrival. Andy grabbed the pizza and paid the delivery person, bringing the pizza back to the kitchen. We loaded up plates for everyone, grabbed drinks for the kids and brought it all to the living room.

“We’re going to watch Frozen!” Ava declared, “Jacob said they haven’t seen it yet!”

“We were just hoping to get to watch it with you, Princess Ava.” Andy said smiling and winking at Ava, while handing Jacob his pizza.

“Be careful, Monkey.” I told her, handing her a plate.

“Mommy, I want a Princess party this year for my birthday!” Ava said, “And I want Jacob and Andy to come to my party!”

“When is your birthday, Ava?” Jacob asked.

“November 6th!” Ava said excitedly, “And guess WHAT?”

“What?” Jacob humored her smiling.

“I’ll be 6 years old!” She replied, “Mommy said it’s special because it’s my golden birthday!”

“That is very special, Ava!” Andy said, “We’d love to come to your extra special princess party.”

“We’ll go get the invitations next week and fill them out so you can pass them out to your friends.” You told her, “

Jacob starte the movie and we all watched while eating our dinner. Once everyone was finished, you stacked the plates on the coffee table until the movie was over. Andy scooted closer to you on the couch, pulling you into him. His arm was round you and relaxed against him, enjoying just being with him.

Halfway through the movie, Andy paused it and declared it was ice cream sundae time. Everyone went to the kitchen and built their own sundae before carrying it back to the living room to resume the movie.

After the movie was over you helped Andy to carry all of the dishes to the kitchen. You offered to help him with the dishes but he said he’d have Jacob help later. Ava was starting to get sleepy, so you got her tucked into the car and said goodnight to both Andy and Jacob. You were definitely looking forward to your date the next night.

“Drive safe and text me when you get home.” Andy said leaning in to kiss you gently through the driver’s side window.

“I promise” you replied, smiling.

By the time you got home, Ava was fast asleep. It was a good thing she’d worn her pajamas afterall. You didn’t want to wake her enough to brush her teeth, you figured one night wouldn’t hurt. Thankfully, she was still light enough you were able to carry her into the house and get her tucked into her bed. Once you finished that you text Andy to let him know you made it home. You exchanged a few more texts back and forth and then you too, decided to call it a night.

You spend most of Saturday getting errands run and household chores you’d neglected over the week completed. Ava spent a few hours with your parents while you got everything done. They were used to getting to spend time together on the weekends. Later afternoon you swung by to pick her up so that you could go home and get ready for your date.

“She’s welcome to spend the night here if you want, Sweetheart.” Your mom said, “That way you don’t have to rush home from your date.”

“Jacob is coming to the house to hang out with her while Andy and I go out.” You replied, “Those two are thick as thieves already.”

“All we heard about today was Jacob and Andy.” Your mom said smiling, “I can’t wait to meet them. Just be careful, Bri. I’d hate for Ava to get attached just to get her heart broken. You too for that matter.”

“I wouldn’t let her get attached if I wasn’t sure about this, Momma.” You reassure her, “I know it seems fast, and really, it is, but the connection is there… and it’s strong. Wait until you meet them, you’ll see.”

“How about you bring them over Sunday for a family dinner.” Your mom suggests.

“I can ask him.” You replied, “If this Sunday doesn’t work, we can always schedule for next week.”

“Just let me know.” she said.

Ava came in with her jacket already on, bouncing in excitement.

“Come on Mommy! Andy and Jacob are coming over soon!” She said. She ran and gave your parents hugs, “Bye Nana and Papa! I love you!”

“I’ve ever seen her in such a hurry to leave us before.” Your dad pouted, “We’ve got competition now, Honey.”

“That we do.” Your mom laughed, “Have fun tonight Baby doll! You can tell me all about your fun night with Jacob tomorrow, ok?”

“I will! And Mommy can tell you about her date with Andy!”

“I can’t wait.” Your mom said, winking at you.

“Love you both” You said, “I’ll call you about dinner.”

“Have fun, Sweetheart,” She said,”I’m really happy you’re getting back out there.”

Ava was already in her seat and buckled when you got to the car. On the ride home you glanced in the rearview mirror to look at Ava and noticed the same car had been behind you for several blocks. You shrugged figuring it was nothing and continued on your way home.

Once you pulled into your driveway and parked, you got Ava out and the two of you headed inside. She immediately started setting up the living room for a movie and game night. Poor Jacob would be kept busy for sure.

You decided it made more sense to get the taco meat cooked up and veggies chopped before getting ready, so you got to work on that while Ava was setting up the living room. She finished before you and came into the kitchen while you were getting everything ready.

“Mommy, can I have a snack?” She asked.

“There are apple slices and grapes in the fridge,”You told her, “Grab a bowl and you can put some fruit in it.”

“OK!” She carefully grabbed one of her bowls from the cupboard on the island and went to the fridge.

Twenty minutes later, all of the food was prepped and the taco meat was finished. You settled Ava on your bed  with her tablet geared up to one of her learning games and you started looking through your closet to decide what to wear.

“Mommy,” Ava said looking up from her tablet, “You should wear the pretty blue dress you wore to Nana and Papa’s party. Andy wears blue lots, I think it’s his favorite.”

“You think so?” You asked, smiling, “I like that dress a lot too. I think I will wear it! Thank you my sweet Monkey!”

She beamed then went back to playing her game as you quickly changed into the dress. It was a short sleeved, chiffon fit and flare dress, simple yet elegant. Most importantly, it was comfortable so you wouldn’t be readjusting it all night. You chose the diamond pendant necklace your parents gave you when you graduated college, and a pair of silver drop earrings to match. Once you were dressed, you went into your bathroom and did your makeup. You decided to leave your hair down, but quickly took the curling iron to it give it a little bounce. Finally you were as ready as you were going to get.

Satisfied with the end result, you finally stepped out of the bathroom.

“You look pretty, Mommy!” Ava said, “Is it almost time for Jacob to come?”

“Almost!” You confirmed, “And thank you, Monkey. Let’s go downstairs, I need to check my phone.”

Ava made herself comfortable on the couch, while you went to your phone. You had several messages from your ex. You chose to ignore them for now. You didn’t want anything to ruin the night with Andy. You had one message from Andy, which you tapped to open.

Andy: We’re leaving now, be there shortly. See you soon. XX

You checked the time stamp and the current time and realized they’d be here any minute.

“Mommy! They’re HERE!” Ava exclaimed, launching herself off of the chair by the window where she’d apparently taken up watch.

“Give them a moment to get to the door, Monkey” You laughed, “Don’t go flying out of the house.”

You started to head to the door to open, but Ava flew past and beat you to the door. She remembered to look back and check that it was OK for her to open the door. Once you’d given permission she quickly pulled the door open. Andy and Jacob were just getting to the door.

“Hi Jacob!” she greeted him, happily, before launching herself at him to hug him. Jacob chuckled, bending down a bit to hug her back.

“Hey Ava!” He replied, “Ready to watch movies, eat junk food and stay up past your bedtime?”

“YES!” She confirmed, “Can you always be my babysitter? Not even Nana and Papa let me do all that!”

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to reveal your master plan while the parents are present, Jake.”  Andy laughed.

“Hi Andy!” Ava said, breaking away from Jacob to hug him, then looking at the button up dress shirt he wore, added, “I knew blue was your favorite color! I told Mommy  to wear the blue dress because she would be pretty and it was your favorite color!”

“Blue is my favorite color,” He confirmed smiling at her, then looking up at you, he said, “And your mommy looks beautiful.”

“Told you, Mommy!” Ava beamed, happy having helped you out.

“You did tell me, Monkey.” You replied smiling, then to Andy said, “You’re looking pretty handsome yourself.”

“Ok, Ava,” Jacob said, playfully rolling his eyes, “Let’s get away from these two.” The pair headed into the living room, Ava already chatting a mile a minute.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Andy smiled, stepping into the house, and closing the door. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close and dropping a quick kiss onto your lips.

“Hi.” You replied, smiling up at him, “Looks like we’ve learned how to clear the kids out of a room.”

“That’s going to be a handy skill to have.” He agreed, laughing. You both made your way into the living room where the kids were.

“Ok, the tacos are all ready to go, although you may want to reheat the meat. There are drinks in the fridge. Ava knows where all of the snacks are. Just make sure she isn’t bouncing off the walls from too much sugar.” You laugh, “There are emergency numbers on the fridge. If you need anything, just call or text.”

“We’ll be fine” Jacob assured you, “I’ve got this. You guys go have fun and don’t worry. We’ll be having too much fun here to even miss you.”

“I’m feeling the love here.” You teased him. “I know you’ll be fine, I’m not worried in the slightest.”

After hugging them both, they pretty much shoved you and Andy out of the house.

Once you arrived at the restaurant, Andy quickly came around and opened your door. He held your hand as the two of you made your way into the restaurant, only separating for him to open the door and then his hand landed on your back, gently guiding you into the building. Once inside, he took your hand in his own again.

You were seated at a semi-private table toward the back of the restaurant. Your waiter took your orders for drinks and then left you to look over the menu.

“This all looks amazing.” You said, “How is anyone supposed to make a decision?”

“I was thinking the same thing” he laughed, “How about we get a variety and we can try it all?”

“That’s a brilliant idea.” You agreed.

The waiter returned with your drinks and you placed your orders. You took a sip of the wine to help calm your nerves. You weren’t nervous around Andy, just being on a date after not dating for over 5 years was causing a little anxiety.

“I haven’t been on a first date since college.” Andy said, as if reading your thoughts. “I have to say, this one is already far better.”

“I haven’t been on any date of any kind since before Ava was born.” You replied, “But I can say with certainty that this one is already better than any date I’d been on before that.”

“Here’s to many more dates together.” Andy said, raising his glass to you. You raised yours toasting.

“And possibly to last first dates.” You said, smiling.

“I’ll definitely drink to that.” He agreed, smiling back at you.

“Ava spent the morning with my parents while I was running errands and according to them she didn’t stop talking about you and Jacob.” You told him. “They offered to keep her tonight but she wasn’t trying to miss out on time with Jacob.”

“I think Jake would have been bummed to miss out on time with Ava too.” Andy said, “I think he really likes having someone look up to him.”

“They’re good for each other.” You agreed, “My mom invited you and Jacob to dinner tomorrow, I told her I’d pass along the invite. It feels weird to say that on a first date. You don’t have to accept, I know it’s really soon.”

“We’d love to.” Andy reassured you, “It might be soon by others’ standards, but I’ve had enough of living by others’ standards. I think we just need to do this our own way.”

“I like the sound of that.” You agree, “We can make our own standard.”

The waiter brought the dishes to the table. You and Andy enjoyed the variety of sushi, trying different kinds. Conversation continued to flow during dinner. It honestly felt like you’d been on many dates by the time you were finished eating.

“I don’t think our kids want us home yet, and I’m not ready for this date to end.” Andy said, “Do you want to go for a walk by the lake?”

“I’d love to.” You said, “I’m not ready to go home yet either.”

After paying the bill, Andy leads you out to where the car is parked. He opens your door for you, and you slide into the passenger seat. He quickly walks around to the driver’s side and gets in. The drive to the lake doesn’t take long and being pretty deserted, it’s easy to find parking. Andy once again comes around to open your door and offers his hand to help you out of the car.

You’re glad you thought to grab the lightweight sweater to wear with your dress. It provides enough cover to where you’re not going to get cold while enjoying time with Andy.

You make your way to the path that leads along the lake, Andy taking your hand in his, your fingers intertwining.

“I’m really enjoying the milder fall weather this year.” You said, “It’s been really nice to be able to be outside longer. I’m hoping it holds through Ava’s birthday before it gets cold.”

“I imagine it would be easier to hold the party outside as opposed to all of those kids inside the house.” He chuckled, “I’ve really loved the weather being so mild too. It allows me to go for walks by a lake with a beautiful woman.”

“Smooth, Mr. Barber.” You laughed, “And yes, holding the party outside would be much less of a headache.”

“I’m only stating facts, Sweetheart.” He smirked, “And whether the party is inside or out, Jake and I can help wrangle kids.”

“That would be most helpful.” You said, smiling.

The two of you continued to walk along the path, stopping when you arrived at a pier. Andy led you to the end where there was a bench and you both sat down, close to one another. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in close, and you relaxed into his side.

“I haven’t been this happy or relaxed in a long time.” Andy admitted. “Even before everything exploded with Jake and then after...with the accident… I wasn’t happy. I was trying. I wanted to be happy and to want the life we had, but it felt too forced. I can’t remember the last time I was happy. Meeting you and getting to know you better, has changed everything. I don’t know if I deserve to be happy, but I’m going to hold on to this.”

“You deserve to be happy, Andy.” You said, turning slightly so you could look into his eyes. “I thought I was happy with my ex, I thought I wanted to marry him, but once he walked out when I got pregnant, I realized that I wasn’t actually happy with him. I don’t know that I ever really loved him. Being with you though, makes me happy.”

His hand comes up to cup your face, his head lowering to yours. His lips connected with your own, his beard rubbing against your face. His tongue licked at the seam of your lips, asking for entry. You allowed him access, your own tongue snaking out to meet his. The kiss deepened, he pulled you closer into him, your arms wound around his middle. You continued to kiss until you finally had to break apart for air. His hand stayed cupping your face, his thumb brushing against your kiss swollen lips.

“Maybe we should have had your parents keep Ava,” Andy teased, his voice husky, “We could have continued this without a curfew.”

“Maybe next time,” You smiled, “Depriving Ava of Jacob wouldn’t have won you any points.”

“I wouldn’t want that.” He agreed, “I need her on my side.”

“I think you’re good on that front.” You assured him.

“As much as I would love to stay out here with you, we should probably start to head back.” Andy said, reluctantly.

“We probably should.” You agreed.

You walked back towards his car hand in hand. On the drive back to your house, Andy kept your hand in his own, driving one handed.

Once you arrived back at your house, Andy parked and came around to you. This time when he helped you out of the car, he pulled you into him and kissed you again.

“I can definitely get used to that.” You said, smiling.

“Me too.” He said. “Shall we head in to see what the kids are up to?”

You nodded, turning to head to the front door. As you turned, movement caught your eye on the street. You turned your head to investigate and felt your stomach drop. In the street light, you were able to see the same car that you’d thought had been following you yesterday. With the light, you were able to see the driver.

“Andy” You said shakily, “It’s him. That’s my ex in the car.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, turning quickly to see the driver before he drove off down the street.

“Yes.” You confirmed, “I think he followed me yesterday too.”

“Let’s go inside.” He said, guiding you up to the door.

@nickysurfer28  @waywardodysseys​ @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss​

[mmmerchedesi]

A love letter to Dungeons and Dragons.  (Because if there was anything I realized over this covid-19 lockdown is that I am severely impaired with relaying my personal opinion.)

This year, I finally got into D&D. I do not talk much of my private life, but I’d like to start now by sharing how I gradually eased in to this game. My previous experience was dictated from a homebrew RPG game that I played with my friends. I thought I could easily nail down mechanics and basic player information, call it cockiness on my part. But in spite of the help I got, and a little bit of room to study, the DND culture intimidated me a lot. The worldwide following of the game, the many examples of other exemplary DND sessions (critical role), the min-max and creative character-player building; it took no time for the 5e rules to do its impact equally. 

I faced facts. I’m a newbie. I’m not content when I lag at learning new things that I want to enjoy, or that I do not have time to learn about it. The anxiety build up is palpable right here. The only way I bounced back is doing what I knew best: ask a bunch of dumb questions, attempt correct assumptions, prepare in advance, and vent by drawing. To be honest, I am improving by taking small steps forward. I’m still hesitant about my progress, but at least my friends are around to help me process feedback. I will have to live with the culture that DND upholds, and maybe quietly apprehensive if it is something that will either embrace me or swallow me alive. 

What ultimately gives me joy are the memories I made with my friends, the world building, and the OC’s. I proudly drew my player-character, the Cleric Aasimar Carnelia, and the player-character of @littlewatty​ a Rogue-Swashbuckler Tiefling, Sabine. The tensions rise in the portside city of San Briella, where these two rebellious mavericks join forces to expose the deep network of a seedy underbelly, esoteric cultists, and elite society. Carnelia and Sabine also learn how to deal with their turbulent relationship and alliance, for better or for worse. Near death experiences have been unforgiving, and I may yet learn what other hardships lie waiting. It could be something that stems from afar, or it could be happening in close proximity. 

I’ll keep in touch. 

[esmeniasworld]

https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/big-ass-blonde-briella-bounce-on-her-knees-by-the-pool-for-steamy-doggystyle/

[3dimer-blog]

Avengers team not finished yet

[lachlantrash]

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

"Lachlan, I have a little something for you... Please don't kill me." You laugh, walking out of your closet in an oversized hoodie, finding your husband sitting in bed.

"Is it something that I'm gonna like, or hate? Because that doesn't sounds good, (Y/N)." Lachlan says skeptically, pocketing his phone he was looking at to give you his attention.

"It's good, I promise! It's for Father's Day, is all. It's just, I kinda showed all your fans first... I kinda posted it on your youtube channel." You say, letting out a small laugh once you see his confused expression.

"None of my fans said anything to me about this... I didn't get any twitter freakouts..." He trails, confusion still written on his face as you sit beside him.

"I only got it up like, an hour ago. I kinda asked them not to say anything. Plus you had your hands full with Briella. You didn't have much time to see it anyways." You shrug, standing to grab your laptop before returning to your spot. "So, do you wanna see it?" You ask, already signed into the computer with the video loaded up.

"Yeah, but you're watching with me." He hums, wrapping his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him.

"Alright, now watch. I might not be much of a youtuber, and most of these were recorded on my phone, but I think I did a pretty good job. Happy Father's Day, babe." You say, pressing a kiss on his neck since it's the closest thing to your lips before you press play.

~~~~In Video~~~~

"So Sawyer and I were just talking, and he wanted to make Lachlan a video for Father's Day. Huh bubs, say what you want me to record for daddy." Your voice is heard from behind the camera, your energetic seven year old bouncing in his seat at the kitchen table.

"I love you, daddy." Sawyer says, fidgeting in his seat. "You're the best dad I've ever had, but you're the only one I've had." He says, making you let out a laugh behind the camera. "It doesn't matter, you're the only one I want. When I'm scared of the dark, you get out of bed even when you're cranky to help me fall asleep. You taught me everything I know about Pokemon, and my friends think it's so cool that my dad's famous. If you weren't famous I'd still love you though, because when I was sick at school, you quit working with Uncle Preston because mumma was sick at home to come and get me. You're just the best dad ever, daddy." Sawyer says in the video, fidgeting with a slight blush on his face.

"I'm sure daddy will be so happy to see this, Sawyer. Y'know he loves you too?" You ask in the video.

"I know he does, I spilled chocolate milk on his pokemon cards once Mumma, and I was afraid he'd be mad because he loves pokemon but he didn't get too mad because he loves me more than Pokemon." Sawyer explains, getting out of the chair he was in as you laugh.

~~~~Back to outside of video~~~~

"I do love him more than Pokemon, he's not wrong about that." Lachlan laughs, pausing the video over you. "Was that really Sawyer's idea?" Lachlan asks curiously.

"Yeah, it really was. He wanted to do it for Father's Day so I helped him. But there's more to the video, Lachy." You tell him. "Some clips I sneakily recorded of you and the kids." You smile, watching his lips turn to a smile.

"I'm excited to see what you captured, let's keep playing then." He sighs out contently, resting his head on top of yours before resuming the video.

~~~~Next scene in video~~~~

"Hi babe, Em didn't want to be alone on the camera... He's still a little shy." You laugh on the screen, four year old Emmett in your lap smiling shyly. "But I showed him what Sawyer recorded for you and he wanted to do one, too." You hum out.

"Yeah, I love you too Daddy. More than Sawyer." Emmett says, making you gasp.

"That's not true! Mumma tell him I love Daddy more." Sawyer huffs from out of frame.

"Okay you two, no fighting. You guys can both love daddy, okay? It's not a competition." You sigh. "Emmett, this is your message to daddy. You don't gotta be mean to Sawyer in it, okay buddy?" You say, pressing a kiss to Emmett's cheek.

"Okay, well, I love daddy. He's the bestest, and takes sissy away when she touches my toys. He plays catch with me. He's old and, and he still plays good." Emmett finishes, bringing a smile to your face.

"Daddy and I are old?" You ask.

"Yeah, but not too old. Daddy's still good at catch." He shrugs, making you roll your eyes.

"Anyways Lachy, the kids and I just wanted to tell you we love you. I'll see if I can get Bri to talk, y'know how she can be. But she loves you more than anything, such a daddy's girl." You laugh, easing Emmett out of your lap. "Hey Bri." You coo on camera, scooping up the two year old in one arm. Her blonde hair is in pigtails, hitting your face as she turns to face the camera.

"Call daddy?" She asks curiously, chubby hand reaching to point to your camera.

"No baby, daddy's still at work." You say, making the toddler huff and cross her arms. "But we're gonna show him this, your brothers said how much they love daddy. Do you want to say anything to him too?" You ask, attention on your daughter.

"Daddy come home." She whines, reaching for your phone.

"He'll come home when he's done working, Bri." You laugh. "You're stubborn, y'know. You get that from me. Can you just say you love him, please?"

"I love daddy, I do." She says, nodding with a smile replacing her pout now. "Daddy loves me?" She asks, looking at you for an answer.

"Of course daddy loves you, you're his little princess." You tell her, placing a kiss on top of her head. "Want to give daddy a kiss?" You ask, her nodding as she finally gets to hold your phone.

"Love daddy, muah!" She says, pressing her lips to the phone, pulling away giggling after.

~~~~Back to current time~~~~

"I honestly really love this, this is probably the best thing you could've done for me." Lachlan says genuinely, squeezing you as he smiles, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Are you gonna cry, Lachy? This wasn't supposed to make you cry." You say, moving your hand to cup his cheek.

"No, they're happy tears, I'm just a pussy." He laughs, wiping at his eyes. "I just love those kids so much, and I love you for doing this for me. For letting me have this life with you and them." He says, moving your hand away from his face. "I can handle it, let's finish this video." He says, making you laugh as you resume the video.

~~~~Cute clips~~~~

"Sawyer, did you do your addition problems yet?" Lachlan asks, taking a seat next to Sawyer on the couch. It looks like you're scrolling on your phone, but you're actually recording him and Sawyer.

"Not yet, but I want to finish this this episode of pokemon first." Sawyer says, trying to brush off his dad who is holding the sheet of homework along with a pencil.

"Okay but buddy, you know that's not how it works. C'mon, pause the show and we'll do it together." Lachlan says, causing Sawyer to huff as he complies. "Do you not get it?" Lachlan asks quietly, focusing on his son doing homework beside him.

"Kind of... This ones just hard, dad." Sawyer sighs, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay, I didn't get math my first time around either. Let's put it this way. So the problem is 12 plus 14, which is lame and stupid. But let's pretend you have 12 rare candies, okay? And then I join the game and since I love you a lot, I give you 14 more. How many levels are you gonna get after I give you them?" Lachlan asks, breaking it down to Sawyer's interests.

"I could have twenty... six? Twenty six rare candies, right daddy?" Sawyer asks, mumbling numbers to himself as he counts.

"That's right, you'd have 26 rare candies and the strongest pokemon in the world. See? You can do it, just pretend it's not dumb math and make it into pokemon stuff." Lachlan says, ruffling Sawyer's hair. "Now c'mon, show me how to do the next one."

//Scene swap//

"Daddy, mumma's being a pain." Emmett huffs, calling for Lachlan.

"Well, what is she doing?" Lachlan sighs, walking into the dining room where you are with Emmett, Briella on his hip.

"She's mean." He huffs as Lachlan sits beside him.

"He's upset because I said he needs to clean up his toys before bed." You explain to Lachlan.

"Nuh uh! I'm upset because... Because you're stupid." He huffs.

"Hey, don't talk to your mother like that." Lachlan scolds. "Buddy, you gotta clean up your toys. You don't want Bri putting them in her mouth and choking, or breaking them." He adds softer, not wanting to be too harsh on the toddler.

"But Bri can't come in my room." Emmett fights back.

"Em, you gotta clean your room when we tell you to. Sawyer cleans his room, you have to clean yours. We can make a deal, if you clean your room while I make cookies, you can have one before you brush your teeth." Lachlan barters with the child, his eyes lighting up.

"You promise?" He asks, looking at his dad.

"Of course, I pinky swear." Lachlan laughs, locking pinky's with Emmett before Emmett takes off upstairs.

"Thanks babe, I don't know what I'd do without you." You hum out of frame.

"You'd do just fine without me, you wouldn't have to help your dumb husband figure out how to make cookies." He laughs, adjusting the sleeping toddler in his arms. "I'm gonna go put her in her crib, and then I'll join you down here? Please help me, I don't want to burn the house down." He begs, making you laugh.

"I'll get started while you get her tucked in." You sigh playfully.

//Another cut scene//

"Briella, I love you so, so, so much." Lachlan sings, the toddler in his lap holding onto his phone.

"I know." She says back.

"C'mon, I'm letting you play on my phone. Will you say you love me? Pleeease?" Lachlan asks, briefly tickling the toddlers sides to make her laugh.

"Daddy, stop." She laughs, swatting his hands away. "I love you." She says after as a giggle, dropping his phone to stand out of his lap and wrap her arms around him in a hug.

"Is that all you got, I bet I can give you a better hug." Lachlan challenges Bri, making her giggle again.

"Nuh uh, I can." She fights, squeezing harder.

"Guess I gotta show you..." Lachlan trails off, grabbing Bri and standing as he holds her to him, lifting her into the air afterwards to make her squeal. "I win, you can't beat that." Lachlan laughs, sticking his tongue out at her.

//Back to you and Lachy//

"So the next part isn't really a recording, it's kinda more so my gift to you. Watch until the very end to see." You say, a blush making it's way to your cheek.

The first thing to appear on the screen is your maternity photo's from when you were pregnant with Sawyer. It's the photo you used to announce to the world you two were having a baby. Lachlan's wearing a shirt that says 'Ready Player 1', while the shirt you're wearing on your chest says 'Ready Player 2', and on your stomach it says 'Loading Player 3'.

"This was the start to 'Father's Day' for you. I remember I was pregnant on Father's Day with Sawyer, so I made sure to buy you a pack of your favorite beer so you could celebrate one becoming a father. Now that I think about it, the guy I bought it from at the packie must thing I'm a terrible mother, because I was very pregnant when Father's Day rolled around. But this was our first photo, one of the first moments that it became real to us that we were going to be having a baby. Time sure flies, huh?" Your voice drifts off as the screen changes. The first photo of Sawyer ever posted is on the screen. It's a photo Lachlan's mother took of Lachlan holding Sawyer, a smile on his face making his eyes crinkle from the chair beside your hospital bed, where you're lazily smiling at the camera.

"This was the first best day of my life. Before we had kids, my 'best day' would've been you coming to Florida for the first time to meet me, followed by our wedding day. But now those are second, my 'best day's' would have to be the days we welcomed our children to the world. Okay, back to my story. This was the night Sawyer was born. I was fucking exhausted, but I swore to myself I'd be all over him once he came, but I was honestly too tired and sore to do anything besides feed him. You were the exact opposite. It's like, your paternal instincts kicked in to the max once you realized I couldn't be a functioning mother right away. I don't feel guilty over it, hell I was in labor for eight hours (which felt way longer), but I'm so appreciative I had you with me going into this, you're my partner through it all." Your voice comes from the laptop, Lachlan pausing the video and looking down at you curiously.

"What? Keep watching... You haven't gotten to the best part yet." You say, wanting nothing more than for Lachlan to finish the video. He lets out a sigh, resuming the video as he pulls you closer to him.

A picture of Sawyer holding a sign reading 'I'm gonna be a big brother' makes it's way onto the screen, making you laugh.

"We weren't very original when it came to announcing our pregnancies, huh? Well, this is how we decided to share the news of Emmett with the world. At least Sawyer's adorable in it, I'm sure I just didn't want to sit under the camera lights again while pregnant, it's so damn hot. I remember we were horrified when we found out I was pregnant again. Not because we didn't want another kid, but because we didn't know if we wanted one so soon after Sawyer. Bubs was three, he was so little. But I was pregnant, and it was scary because being pregnant with Em didn't go as smoothly as it did with Sawyer. I was sicker than my first time around, and I would not leave you alone. I was worse than a stage 5 clinger, and I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to be with you all the time, and you let me. I love you for it." Your voice says, joking tone when talking about being a clinger.

"Here's a never before seen photo of Lachlan and baby Em, your welcome in advance." You laugh in the video, picture moving to one of Lachlan burping Emmett while shirtless. "These things happened a lot behind the scenes. You guys would try to give Lachlan shit because some of you assumed he wasn't actively involved, but Lachlan really was always involved. If he was recording and I called him saying I couldn't handle being alone with my two lovebugs, he'd forget the video and come home. I was never alone with the kids unless I was okay with it, he's never forced me to be a stay at home mom. With Em, life got tough a bit. We were both anxious over having two kids, but like always we got through it together. Maybe that's not the right way of wording it, because we loved every minute of it. Sure, the diapers wasn't the best experience and neither was the constant waking up through the night because of a crying newborn or nightmare ridden toddler, but we had each other." You say on the camera.

"Next is our little Briella. Our baby girl, that pregnancy went smoothly. She didn't give me too much of a rough time. This photo is one of my favorite pregnancy photos I have, drinking coffee from matching mugs with Lachlan. 'There's a baby brewing' was too cute to resist. You guys probably remember this, it was only two years ago. Lachlan cut back on recording for awhile during this pregnancy because even though I felt fine, having a five year old, a two year old, and being pregnant was too tiring. I'd say it was harder than staying home with three kids, because the damn baby bump just got in the way of everything, especially when chasing a toddler around the house. Sorry guys, blame me for the occasional missed video during those nine months." You laugh in the video, the picture you described coming into the frame.

"Annnnnd here's a photo of baby Bri. God, look at how happy Lachlan is. I know it's not just Bri, it's actually Lachlan and all three of the kids, but I couldn't resist putting this here. It's actually my lockscreen as we speak. Lachlan wearing the baby carrier is literally so attractive, like fuck yeah my husband is an active parent. The story behind this photo is we went to a park, and Lachlan insisted on wearing the baby carrier because Emmett wanted me to push the carriage. Sawyer held Lachlan's hand, and as soon as we got to the park Em was let free from his confining carriage to go play on the playground with adult supervision, while Sawyer met up with some friends at the swings. After, the ice cream truck came and it was actually Lachlan who was whiney and pouty for ice cream, but I made them let me take a photo before we got the delicious treat. It's one of my favorite memories of the five of us." You sigh in the video.

"Well... That's the end. At least for now, because this time next year, we're going to be welcoming baby #4 to the family. I guess your dreams gonna come true, babe. Four kids. Wow, I don't know how you dragged me into this but I'm happy it's with you. I found out two weeks ago, and I've told nobody yet about it, not even my family or friends. I should tell you first, but where's the fun in that? Happy Father's Day, Lachlan... I hope this is one to remember." You say, the video ending with your face on screen while you say that instead of a picture. You hold up a strip of ultrasound photos, a smile wide on your face before the video ends.

"You're pregnant?" Lachlan asks, pushing your laptop off your lap to place his hand on your stomach. "You're not kidding, right? We're gonna... We're having another baby?" He asks, looking in your eyes to find some type of answer.

"We're having another baby." You confirm for him, reaching into the hoodie pocket and taking out the ultrasound strip to hand to him.

"Oh my god, it's real. We don't know the gender yet, right? How far along are you? Fuck, you've never surprised me with this really, shit. What don't I know?" He asks, a smile on his face as he looks at each photo carefully.

"I'm only about two months along. I kind of figured I was pregnant when I missed my period last month, but I wasn't sure because I didn't feel pregnant at all. Like, with the other three I felt some kind of sick at first, but I just haven't felt sick. So I thought it could maybe just be an abnormal cycle, but then I missed it again so I took a test when I went food shopping earlier this month, and it came back positive. So I made an appointment to be sure, and I got the final confirmation needed to know for sure we're having another baby." You laugh as you explain to Lachlan what happened.

"We're gonna have four kids... That's fucking insane. I'm gonna... I'll move my recording setup to the basement, my study can be turned into a bedroom, right? I mean, it's pretty big... If we need to move, the study can at least be used until we find a new place. It's big enough to be a nursery, right? God, what are we gonna name the baby!? What if it's another girl, and then we have two of each and-" You cut Lachlan off, placing your lips against his to center him again before he gets too anxious thinking about it.

"Lachlan, I love you and how excited you are, but you need to calm down." You say pulling your lips away. "I think you're forgetting about the fact that we have a guest bedroom. We can move your recording stuff to the basement, and turn the study into a smaller guest bedroom. The baby can have the room that was the guest bedroom. Honestly, do we even need a guest bedroom anymore? We're gonna have four kids... Anyone staying here would probably rather sleep in the basement. Actually, let's do that. Turn the basement into a guest suite, that'd be cool. Maybe get a bathroom and everything. We can turn the guest room into the baby's room, and leave your study alone for now." You decide, grabbing his hand to hold.

"We're gonna be parents. Again, we're re-enrolled for another 18 years." Lachlan laughs, moving the hand he's not holding to your stomach again. "It's always so weird when I find out there's a baby in there. Honestly what do you think, boy or a girl?" He asks, rubbing gently at the stomach that's hardly protruding.

"I feel like it's a girl, but only because we have two boys already. I don't really care about the gender, just a healthy baby will do. What do you think?" You ask, looking away from Lachlan to look at his hand on your belly.

"I wanna say girl, because I'd optimally have two of each. But I'd be happy with another boy too, I dunno. This time, do you think this time we shouldn't find out the gender? Paint the room neutral and have names picked for each? I mean, we have stuff already for a boy or a girl, so we could surprise ourselves." He shrugs, hoping you'll be on board.

"I was hoping you'd want a surprise. I'm saying right now, this is probably going to be our last kid. I don't know what we'd do with five, we don't have room for it and I love this house. Why not have fun with it?" You agree with him, lifting his hand your holding to place a kiss on it. "So, tell me. Was this the best Father's Day you've had yet?" You ask him, causing him to laugh.

"Are you kidding me? Of course it is. First off I got to spend the whole day with my wife and kids. Secondly my wife surprises me with a video of adorable things my kids had to say about me, and then I get shocked with the news that we're having our fourth kid. This is the best day of my life, you know I dreamed about having four kids. Four kids with you is just the best way life could've gone. Us, our four kids, a few pets along the way... That sounds like my best life." Lachlan sighs out blissfully. "I love you, I love you, I love you... I don't think I can say it enough, I fucking love you." Lachlan says, immediately pressing a kiss to your lips. He gently pushes you back against the bed, consciously mindful of the fact that there's a life inside of you.

"I'm glad I made this the best." You say against Lachlan's lips. "I might be pregnant, but y'know we can still have some fun..." You trail off, knowing Lachlan understands what you're saying once he presses his lips against your neck.

"Mumma, daddy!" You break apart once you hear the cries of your daughter, footsteps pattering down the hallway making you pull away completely from each other.

"Guess it's gonna have to wait." You laugh, getting out of the bed. "You relax, it's Father's Day. I'll see what she needs." You tell him.

"No, you're pregnant! We're a team, remember?" He shuts you down as he stands from the bed, making you mentally awe.

[butts-bodies-hotties]

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[lunarksims]

Dylan turned into a bouncing baby boy, his green eyes matching Briella’s and his brown scruffy hair from Dirk. A bit spoiled, there was never a dull moment with Dylan.

Winter passed and the family greeted the New Years with a strange Black and White Costume Party. For Luna, it was time to return to the stage and defend her crown as the most talented actress.

[river-talks-books]

Permission

(Something Just Like This) <-Partner Fic

Permission

           Jonas shifted his weight nervously as Magnus and Cleo’s carriage rolled into the courtyard. Beside him, Lucia smiled. “Nervous about something?” she teased.

           “Shut up,” he muttered. He was, and it was her fault. If you want my hand, then you must get it from Magnus, she had said when she accepted his proposal over a month ago. That he had to ask Magnus for permission to marry Lucia felt unfair. After everything with the war, surely they had earned the right to settle down with each other without any more drama.

           Lyssa looked up from her place beside her mother and said, “That’s rude, Jonas.”

           He frowned at her while Lucia giggled, stroking her daughter’s braided hair. “That’s right, Lyssa. Perhaps we should put Jonas in etiquette classes with you.”

           “Can grown-ups take etiquette classes?” Lyssa asked, blue eyes widening.

           “They can if they need them,” Lucia responded, and Jonas didn’t like that she seemed to be actually considering the idea. Maybe he wasn’t exactly the well-trained lord a princess like her was supposed to marry, but he could present himself well enough. At least, he thought so. Besides, learning to read had been bad enough. Having to sit through etiquette classes would just be humiliating.

           “Now stand straight,” Lucia continued, patting the back of Lyssa’s head. “Here come Uncle Magnus and Aunt Cleo.”

           All three of them straightened themselves. Jonas stood a bit behind the two girls as he wasn’t technically of equal status with Lucia yet. If he hadn’t been a personal friend of Magnus and Cleo’s (well, maybe just Cleo’s), he would have waited inside. Jonas watched the royal carriage stop, and he shifted his weight restlessly. He hadn’t seen Cleo or Magnus since before the new baby had been born, and he was excited to catch up.

           But when the footman opened the carriage door, it was Prince Corvin who came tumbling out first. The little prince bounced out of the carriage and into the courtyard, looking in awe at the snow piled high out on the grounds. Jonas watched as Corvin started to move for it, but from the carriage came his father’s voice. “Corvin.”

           The little prince froze, moving back over to the center of the courtyard where Magnus was climbing out of the carriage, Briella in his arms. As Magnus got out he set his daughter, who looked like she had just woken up from a nap, down on the stones. She protested immediately, reaching her little arms up toward her father and wailing unhappily.

           “Briella,” Magnus said sternly. “You have to walk. Come on, be a big girl.”

           Jonas watched Corvin bounce over to his sister and grab her hand. “Come on, Bri,” he said. “We’ll stand over here.”

           But the little princess wasn’t having it. She sat herself on the stones and began to cry, and Jonas heard Cleo ask Magnus to move her so she could get out of the carriage. Magnus sighed, bending over to grab Briella’s arms and swing her out of the way. He set her on her feet, holding her up so she wouldn’t plant herself on the ground again. Then he took a second to shoot Lucia an apologetic glance, and Lucia giggled.

           Jonas felt his heartbeat pick up as he watched Magnus try to wrangle his toddler into being presentable. Was this what raising kids was normally like? Maybe he shouldn’t have been so gung-ho about wanting some of his own. Lyssa hadn’t been much trouble if you ignored the fact that there’d been a war going right when she was born. She was like her mother—bookish, proper, and quiet. Or, at least, that’s what Jonas figured Lucia had been like as a child.

           Children wrestled to the side, it was at last Cleo’s turn to emerge from the carriage. Jonas tried to pretend his breath didn’t catch a little when she appeared, golden hair radiant against the white and gray of the Limerian landscape, spring green dress a bright pop of color in the otherwise demure courtyard.

           Jonas was pretty sure some part of him was always going to be in love with Cleo. Not in the sense that he would ever pursue her again—no, she was happy with Magnus and he had fallen hard for Lucia. But every time Jonas saw his friend, no matter how many years it had been, something in his chest fluttered. She was special to him, in the same way there is always a pocket in one’s heart dedicated to their first childhood crush.

           As the royal family managed to get themselves in order and approached the steps where Lucia, Jonas, and Lyssa stood, Jonas dropped into a bow while Lucia and Lyssa curtsied deeply. Then the formalities were over, and Lucia rushed forward to greet her brother.

           As the Damoras embraced, Jonas made his way over to Cleo. She beamed at him, lightly rocking Evan in her arms. Jonas gave her the best hug he could without squishing the baby, then peered down at the bundle. Cleo tipped the blankets slightly so Jonas could see Evan’s face, flushed pink from the heat trapped in his blankets. Unlike his blonde-headed brother and sister, Evan had a tuft of dark hair, but his eyes were closed so Jonas couldn’t tell which parent he had inherited them from.

           “Congratulations,” Jonas said to Cleo.

           ���Thank you,” she said as Lucia turned to them. She came over and gingerly embraced Cleo, also carefully leaning over the baby. The three of them smiled at him.

           “Another boy,” Lucia said. “I’m sure Corvin was very excited.”

           Cleo laughed. “He was, and Briella was furious. For the first few days she refused to come into the room with Evan at all.”

           “It will be tough for her to not be the youngest anymore,” Jonas said. “She’ll be jealous.”

           That also made Cleo giggle. “Oh, Magnus already spoils her and Corvin rotten. I’m sure he’ll continue to do so, even with Evan around.”

           “I do not spoil them,” Magnus argued. Jonas looked at the king and tried to ignore the way his stomach twisted unpleasantly, already rattling with nerves. When their eyes met, Magnus narrowed his by just a fraction, as if to remind Jonas that he knew what was going on in the Limerian palace and did not approve.

           Cleo looked up at her husband. “Oh yes you do. Who snuck them extra sweets from the table at Lady Mara’s wedding feast last week?”

           Magnus feigned ignorance. “It couldn’t have been me. I deplore sweets. I would ban them from the kingdom were it not already on such rocky ground.”

           Cleo rolled her eyes good-naturedly, but at that moment a cold wind blew across the courtyard. Jonas crossed his arms in front of his chest against the chill, but when the wind swept over Evan’s exposed face, the little prince woke up and began to cry.

           Immediately, Cleo focused all of her attention on her youngest son, putting her fingers gently to his face while bouncing him gently as he wailed. “Oh no, oh no, my darling,” she crooned. “I know, it’s terrible here. The cold is so dreadful.”

           “The cold is wonderful,” Lucia disagreed. “But even so, I am being a poor hostess. Come, let us move inside. Lyssa, we’re going in,” she called.

           Jonas looked over to where Lyssa had been entertaining Corvin and Briella by making tall spirals of ice rise from the snow using the elementia she had inherited from her parents. Corvin and Briella watched with wide-eyed delight, reaching their hands out to grab her formations.

           “It’s cold!” Jonas heard Corvin say, sounding delighted.

           “It’s ice,” Lyssa replied, sounding very much like her mother did whenever Jonas said something dumb.

           “Lyssa!” Lucia called again, and this time Lyssa heard her. She turned to her mother, who waved towards the door. Lyssa took Corvin by the hand and led him and his sister into the palace while Jonas, Lucia, and the royals followed shortly behind.

           Magnus continued their discussion as the four of them, Cleo still trying to soothe Evan, made their way up the steps and into the castle. “The cold is far better than the heat. It keeps you alert, and the snow covers weeds and disorder and makes everything pristine.”

           “Evan should like the cold,” Lucia added. “He has Limerian in him.”

           “So does Cleo most of the time,” Jonas pointed out.

           That made Cleo burst out laughing while Lucia blushed, pulled a squeamish face, and protested, “Jonas! The children are within earshot.”

           “Oh, they didn’t hear,” Jonas said, waving away Lucia’s reprimand. Magnus looked like he was torn between thinking the comment funny and not wanting to admit he found something that Jonas said amusing.

           But Jonas was right. The children were too busy craning their necks to look at the high, vaulted ceilings of the hall to have heard his remark, or to have thought twice about it. Lyssa, though less than two years older than Corvin, was watching her cousins with a sort of mature, resigned amusement. She had a mind far beyond her age, Jonas often thought. It was probably good he wasn’t her real father. That certainly wasn’t a trait anyone would ever attribute to him.

           Lucia led the four of them into the sitting room, where they spent the next while chatting about how things had been in their respective ends of Mytica, complaining amiably about politics and people and how little they got to see of each other. The conversation didn’t break until Evan began to fuss again, squirming in his mother’s arms.

           “He’s probably getting hungry,” Cleo said. She turned to one of her servants. “Bring me a blanket.”

           Then Corvin, who had disappeared with his sister and cousin some time before, came darting into the room, grabbing his father’s legs. “Can we go out in the snow?” he asked, tilting wide, pleading eyes up to the king.

           Jonas turned to see that Lyssa and Briella had also reappeared, standing in the doorway while they waited for the verdict.

           Magnus pretended to think about it. “I don’t know,” he said, lips twitching. “Momma says the snow is terrible.”

           Turning to his mother wide-eyed, Corvin asked, “Is it?”

           Cleo smiled at her oldest son. “Why don’t you go outside and find out for yourself? Papa says he loves the snow—I’m sure he would be glad to take you out to play.”

           Corvin began to jump up and down happily while Magnus sighed. “I suppose that’s fair.” He stood and offered a hand to Lucia. “Care to join me for a stroll about the grounds, sister?”

           Lucia smiled, also rising and taking his arm. “It would be my pleasure,” she said. Together, they rounded up the children and made their way out into the snow. The servant returned moments later with the blanket Cleo had requested.

           “Look away,” Cleo said to Jonas. He averted his eyes as she adjusted herself so she could breastfeed Evan. “Okay,” she said a few moments later, and he turned back around.

           As Evan suckled away beneath the blanket, Jonas had to admire that, three children in, Cleo apparently didn’t care at all about the propriety of breastfeeding her child with someone else in the room. Or perhaps she just didn’t feel that Jonas would be horribly offended by anything she did. If that was the case, he had to admit that she was right.

           “All of your babies are so…squishy,” Jonas said, poking at Evan’s feet, which Cleo had unbound from the swaddling and left sticking out of the breastfeeding blanket.

           That made Cleo smile. “All babies are squishy.”

           There was no reason Cleo would have thought otherwise, Jonas supposed, as she had probably only ever seen the babies of nobles who had nice homes and plenty to eat. But images of infants, thin and sallow, flashed across Jonas’s mind, images of Paelsian children whose baby fat was quickly sucked away by malnutrition, whose mothers were so thin and underfed they couldn’t produce milk for the child. No, he thought. Not all babies were squishy.

           But he didn’t say that to her. Instead he said, “And they’re so loud. And energetic. It seems like that would have been tough for Magnus.”

           Cleo snorted. “Well, I’ll let him know you’re concerned about him,” she teased. Jonas felt his cheeks warm and hoped Cleo would attribute it to how close they were sitting to the fire. He wasn’t worried about Magnus, of course, but seeing Magnus and Cleo with their young children had made him increasingly nervous about himself.

           After the war, Jonas had found he quite liked travelling around Mytica—seeing the sights, meeting the people, getting to know…some of the women. He had finally felt important, useful, successful—things he had never felt as either a wine seller’s son or a rebel. But after a few years, after beginning to come more frequently to visit Lucia in the north, after watching Lyssa begin to grow from a toddler into a child that could think for herself, he realized that he hadn’t spent much, if any, of his life feeling safe. He had some good memories from his childhood, sure, of hunting with Tomas and Brion, of chattering with his sister while she mended the clothes he and his brother had torn while roughhousing. But those were memories tainted by hunger, by need. They weren’t really calm. They weren’t really safe.

           For a while, he had pushed his nagging need for stability aside. Eventually, however, after several months of seeking comfort with pretty women he found in taverns, Jonas had one of his visits to the former Limerian palace. After dinner, he and Lucia had sat in the library, drinking red wine and filling each other in on all that had been missed (though, of course, Jonas never mentioned the women he met to Lucia). Then, after they’d each drained a few glasses, Lucia had leaned in and kissed him, and put her legs across his waist, and invited him to her bed.

           A better man than Jonas might have said no, they couldn’t, it wouldn’t be right. But Jonas was not a better man, and he had taken her up to her room with little protest. When he had woken up in the morning, all he could think was that he had been changed. Not because Lucia was…particularly skilled. She wasn’t, really. Jonas felt somewhat guilty for having taken so many lovers throughout the years while Lucia didn’t seem to have shared flesh with anyone since Alexius. Not that he and Lucia had formally made any commitment, or even true expression of interest, in one another before that night, but looking back on it now, he thought that maybe it had been unfair of him.

          Regardless, what had changed him was that when he had woken up next to Lucia and seen her still sleeping, looking for once peaceful and calm, he had realized he wanted to wake up next to the same woman every morning and come home to children that were actually his. He had realized that he wanted to settle down

           But when Lucia had woken up, she had treated it all like it had just been for fun, and Jonas had swallowed his newly realized feelings. It wasn’t the first time he had felt a tug of affection for Lucia, but only then did he realize that he might truly love her. Yet, he couldn’t blame her for just wanting fun from him. After all, he was no stranger to casual sex. So they had kept on like that, month after month, even when the servants, and then all of Mytica, began to talk. They had kept on until Jonas couldn’t do it anymore, until he had to know if the longing in Lucia’s eyes was really the same as what he felt.

           Since she had accepted his initial proposal, things had been in some ways the same, in some ways different. They still shared flesh. They still drove each other mad. But between all of that, there were more casual kisses, more shy conversations about do you think our kids will…, when we’re married you better not…, do think this will be different when we’re husband and wife?

           It was all so close. It was a future just within reach. Unfortunately, to get it, Jonas had to get permission from the one person least likely to give it to him.

           Cleo spoke, pulling him from his thoughts. “But you’re right about them being energetic. I’ll admit some part of me had hoped they might be as well-behaved as Lyssa, but….” She laughed. “I suppose, considering the personalities of their parents, it was vain to even wish.”

           “But you love them all the same,” Jonas said. Cleo may have looked tired, dark circles under her cerulean eyes, but her face was still full of joy, the picture of someone who was, in all major regards, happy.

           “Of course,” Cleo said, beginning to sound puzzled. “Why the sudden interest in my children?” She studied Jonas for a long moment, then suddenly her eyes widened. “By the goddess. Don’t tell me Lucia’s—”

           “No, no!” Jonas said waving his hands frantically to cut her off. He glanced around nervously, but there were no servants within earshot. “It’s not that.”

           Cleo continued to watch him, looking suspicious. “Are you certain? You are taking precautions?”

           Jonas couldn’t believe she was trying to give him this lecture. He wanted to melt into the floor. “Yes, Cleo. This isn’t my first time doing this.” He hoped she wouldn’t relay that statement to Lucia. “I’m not one of your children. I don’t need you checking in on my activities.”

           Cleo narrowed her eyes. “All of Mytica is already saying poor things about you and Lucia’s involvement. It’s just that Magnus and I—Magnus especially—are still on unsteady ground with the people. Many don’t want the Damoras on the throne, not after Gaius, and I don’t want there to be any more excuses for them to talk poorly about my family.”

           “Well, then perhaps they would rather have a celebration,” Jonas said. “I’m asking about your children because I’ve asked Lucia to marry me.”

           Immediately, Cleo’s eyes went wide and she gaped at him. “Oh Jonas, have you really? You didn’t tell us!” She began to light up, looking excited, then paused. “Ah. Is that…because you didn’t get a favorable answer?”

           “No, no, I did,” he said. Cleo beamed. “But, uh, in order for Lucia to really accept the proposal, she says I have to get Magnus’s blessing.”

           “Oh,” Cleo said, letting out a slow breath. “Oh my. She really wants to make sure you’re dedicated.”

           “I don’t suppose you have any advice for dealing with him?” Jonas asked hopefully.

           She laughed. “Well, given that you can’t tempt him to take your side by promising to share flesh—or by threatening to not share flesh—no, I don’t know that I have anything that could help you.”

           “I suppose I could try that,” Jonas said. “But I think it would hurt my cause more than help it.”

           Cleo giggled. Then her smile faded and she looked at Jonas, face serious. “You truly intend to marry Lucia? Stay in one place, with one woman, and start a family? I’ll admit, Jonas, I never really thought you the type.”

           “I wasn’t, not until recently,” he admitted. “But when Lucia and I started, um, getting more involved—”

           “I wouldn’t bring that up when you’re talking to Magnus,” she advised.

           “I won’t,” he said. No way in hell would he remind Magnus that he was sleeping with his sister. “But anyway, I realized that I really liked coming back to her and Lyssa, and that I wanted that to be…real. And I realized that for as annoying as Lucia can be sometimes, I had, you know, really fallen for her. That I loved her. I mean, that I do love her.”

           Cleo’s face had gone impassive. Apparently, while being married to her had made Magnus begin to open up, some of his mannerisms had rubbed off on her as well. Then she sighed and gave him a wry smile. “Jonas, I believe every word and know that I am genuinely happy for you. Unfortunately, I don’t know that a romantic tale like that is going to do anything to change Magnus’s mind.”

            “I know,” Jonas lamented. “He hates me.”

        “That’s not personal,” Cleo said, sounding unconcerned. “Magnus hates people in general. In all honesty, I don’t think he hates you as much as he pretends to, or as much as he wishes he did.”

        “So you think I have chance of convincing him?”

        Cleo took a thoughtful breath, shifting Evan in her arms. “I don’t know. You know how protective of Lucia he is. He doesn’t think anyone is worthy of her, especially, not, well….” She looked pointedly at Jonas, seeming apologetic.

        “Gee, thanks,” he said, rolling his eyes. But he wasn’t really hurt—he knew she wasn’t trying to be mean, just honest.

        “Sorry.”

        “No, you’re right.” Jonas sighed. “I’m not even sure Lucia thinks I’m worthy of her. You should hear her, talking about how she wishes she had fallen in love with someone handsome and suave instead of me.”

        “She said that about you?” Cleo asked incredulously.

        “She said that to me!” Jonas flopped back against the sofa. “What’s wrong with us, Cleo? Out all of the people, all across Mytica, how did we end up in love with those two?”

         Cleo laughed. “You and I must simply have no regard for what’s good for us.”

         “We’ve certainly never had that,” Jonas agreed, and he and Cleo grinned at each other.

         Then Cleo looked down at Evan, lifting the blanket slightly to peer at him. “Are you done?” she asked, shifting him. Jonas heard Evan squeak, which he figured must have meant “yes” in baby.

           As Cleo moved Evan around so he was no longer covered, the blanket slipped and Jonas caught sight of her exposed breast. Jonas told himself to look away, but he stared for just a second too long. Lucia had fairly nice breasts—he certainly wouldn’t complain about them, not that he was one to complain about any breasts—but Cleo’s were especially stunning. Unfortunately, she caught him looking.

           “I’m not sure if I should reprimand you because you’re about to be a married man, or if I should let you look because you’re about to be a married man,” she said drily, tucking herself back into her gown and propping Evan up so she could burp him.

           Jonas blushed. “Sorry,” he muttered.

           Cleo snorted, patting Evan’s back in a steady rhythm. “Well, I will say that if you want to win Magnus over, not ogling his wife’s breasts might be a good place to start. Especially given the nature of your request.” Evan let out a small belch, then spit white goo down the blanket Cleo had over her shoulder. “Oh, that was a good one,” she cooed, passing Evan to Jonas so she could fold the soiled cloth.

           “Making his Uncle Jonas proud,” Jonas said, wiggling the fingers of his free hand in front of Evan’s nose. Now fully awake, Evan gave Jonas a wide, toothless grin and began to squirm excitedly.

            Then the door at the other end of the study opened and the Damoras came in, faces pink from the cold.

           “What did you do with the children?” Cleo asked, looking around their legs.

           “We passed them off to the nanny,” Lucia said. “Getting pelted with snowballs was fun for them much longer than it was fun for us.” Jonas noticed that both of the siblings had white powder dusting their dark hair and clothes.

           “They are in Lyssa’s old nursery now, if you’d like to bring Evan up,” Magnus said, coming over to kiss Cleo’s cheek.

           “I will,” she said. “And you’ve come in with perfect timing. Jonas has something he’d like to talk to you about.”

           All of the feeling left Jonas’s limbs. He looked up from Evan, alarmed, and said, “Cleo, wait—”

But Cleo was already taking her child back from him and heading for the door, grabbing Lucia as she swept past. Lucia had just enough time to lock eyes with Jonas, looking as alarmed as he felt, before Cleo took her by the arm by and pulled her out the door. The thud as it closed sounded terrifyingly final.

           Magnus turned to Jonas, face unimpressed. Jonas gave him an embarrassed smile. “I, uh, didn’t realize she was going to do that.”

           “Well, it sounds like this conversation is going to be an absolute delight then. And I already so enjoyed talking to you.”

           Goddesses, why did Cleo love him? Jonas took a breath, trying to compose himself, as Magnus stood, arms crossed, and watched him silently. The king didn’t look particularly eager to hear what Jonas had to say, but there was a hint of curiosity in his dark eyes. Jonas rose to his feet, feeling small sitting on the sofa.

           He didn’t know how to start the conversation. He had hoped to put it off for as long as possible, and he had planned to be the one to decide when the conversation happened. Of course, Jonas had ever been particularly good with words, and he hadn’t come up with anything in the month leading up to Magnus’s visit, so perhaps this was simply how this conversation was doomed to play out.

           He waited too long, and Magnus raised an eyebrow. “If this is some charade, I suggest you and my wife leave such games to the children. It is not nearly as amusing when you do it.”

           Jonas flushed. “It’s not a charade,” he said. “I do have something to ask you. I just…was caught by surprise. And it’s important,” he added. This was ridiculous, he told himself. He had faced down the Kindred by Magnus’s side. He should have been able to look him in the eye and ask him for his sister’s hand in marriage, a hand that she herself had already given.

           Magnus made a “well, go ahead then” gesture. Jonas took another breath and blurted, “I would like your permission to marry Lucia.”

           If Jonas thought Magnus had looked cold before, it was nothing compared to the hard look that shuttered over his face at those words. “Absolutely not,” he said.

           Jonas bristled, but he swallowed his anger. He had known this was going to happen. But he couldn’t entirely contain himself. “Care to share your reasons?” he demanded.

           Magnus looked at Jonas like he thought that was an immensely stupid question, which, in retrospect, it was. “Lucia is not marrying the likes of you. And in fact, perhaps this conversation is good. It reminds that I actually had been meaning to talk to you as well.” Magnus had drawn himself up to his full height, which was not much above Jonas’s but felt like an entire foot. “In fact, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Lucia. I think it might be best if you made our palace, not hers, your primary station. I think it best you not return here at all, in fact.”

           That Magnus had the gall to not only reject Jonas’s request without a single regard for either of the potential betrothed’s feelings but to basically threaten Jonas into staying away from his sister made Jonas’s stomach twist with disgust. “You cannot forbid me from seeing her. She is not yours to lock away, and I sure as hell am not going to be pushed aside like some wandering suitor.”

           “I am the king, and she is my sister,” Magnus said coldly. “While she is her own woman, it is well within my right to protect her from unwanted advances.”

           “Unwanted advances my arse,” Jonas said, forgetting what little sense of formality he had. “I already asked her, and she agreed.”

           Magnus seemed unfazed. “Well, as much as I love my sister and think her quite intelligent, she did once attempt to elope with her tutor and ended up having his child out of wedlock, so you’ll forgive me if perhaps I don’t trust her judgement on such matters.”

           Jonas could only imagine the fury on Lucia’s face if she were to hear her brother say that. He glared, mentally digging in his heels. “Oh, right, and you were the pinnacle of virtue before you and Cleo were involved. Never slept with anyone else, never made mistakes, never, you know, stabbed her previous boyfriend through the back.”

           Fury blazed in Magnus’s otherwise cold eyes. “Don’t you dare bring that up. What happened with Theon was long in the past. I am not the same person now as I was then.”

           “Really?” Jonas asked, miming surprise. “Because you’re certainly acting like him. You’re being a fucking hypocrite, Magnus. None of us are the same people we were before the war, or even during it. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, Lucia has changed.” Jonas plowed on before Magnus could argue. “I’m sorry that, unlike your sister, the rest of us Paelsians weren’t lucky enough to be stolen from our cradles and raised as royalty. But you know what, Magnus, I’ve really tried my best to make something of myself in this new Mytica of yours. I’ve learned to read, I’ve travelled all over and delivered all of you and Cleo’s verdicts, and I’ve even gotten pretty decent at court protocol, if I do say so myself.” Magnus made a face like he probably wouldn’t have said so.

          “And if it makes you feel better,” Jonas continued, ignoring the look, “Lucia constantly reminds me that I need to keep trying to be better. Even if she didn’t, being around her makes me want to be better. So I’m sorry I’m not you or your sister’s vision of her perfect husband, but I’m trying my best.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what else I can do to get your approval.”

           There was a long silence after that. Jonas’s heart was pounding against his chest as he watched Magnus mull things over, silently staring at Jonas and working his jaw. There was nothing else Jonas could say, though he would stand there and trade insults with Magnus all day if that was what it took to secure Lucia’s hand. But he didn’t want to do that. He was already regretting bringing up Theon. Over the years, Jonas really had come to consider Magnus a friend, and he thought the king felt the same way, if only begrudgingly. Jonas wanted to build a stronger relationship with the man he hoped was going to become his brother-in-law, not burn the flimsy bridge that was already there.

           The silence stretched on, continuing for so long that Jonas began to get antsy. Sitting still and being quiet weren’t his strong suits. “What are you thinking?” he finally asked.

           Magnus shrugged. His face was still free of emotion, but something in his eyes and jaw had softened. He now looked more like the man Jonas had come to know. Magnus studied Jonas for a moment more and then sighed. “I’m thinking that I am absolutely shackled.”

           Shackled, tied down by his wife. Jonas completely agreed, though he wasn’t sure why that was relevant right now. Magnus answered Jonas’s confused look. “I must be, because I’m thinking about how disappointed she would be in me right now. And that even if you were to tire of arguing with me, which it did not seem you were going to do, she would surely take your place without hesitation. So I’m thinking that it might be best to save myself the trouble.”

           A tiny bud of hope began blooming in Jonas’s chest. Magnus uncrossed his arms and continued, “When I was younger, when I was that boy I’m trying hard not to be anymore, I ran off every suitor that came to call on Lucia.” He seemed to stumble over something, but then he continued, “It has been a long time since anyone has made a legitimate call for her hand. Nobles ask me all the time, but they mean it as nothing more than a political move. They just want to be connected to the royal family. They’re not interested in her, so it’s easy to say no. It feels no different than telling them they cannot have an extra well dug by their home. But hearing you ask…it reminded me of being young again. Of looking at someone who might truly take her away from me.”

           It was an unusually sincere statement from Magnus. Perhaps Cleo was right, Jonas thought. Maybe Magnus really was, secretly, a little bit fond of him.

           “Which, I suppose,” Magnus continued. “Is why my instinct was to act like that boy I used to be. You know, I used to tell Lucia’s suitors that if they could not hold their own against me, they would not last a single moment with her. And that she would have little interest in them.” Finally, emotion touched his face in the form of a wry smile. “Well, though I think it may be from pigheaded tenacity rather than capability of wit—” Jonas figured that could be taken as a sort of compliment. “You have shown yourself, many times, to be capable of enduring an argument with me. And Valoria knows how you and Lucia have bickered since you met.”

           “Yeah, something about that is apparently very enticing to you Damoras,” Jonas said, thinking about how Magnus and Cleo conducted their relationship. “If the two of us were inclined for men, I suppose we might have run off together.”

           Magnus snorted. “I very much doubt that. I do still have some standards, and I assure you, you do not meet them.” The blossom of hope began to wilt. “But,” Magnus said. “I suppose I am not the one who has to be married to you.”

           “I wonder how Lucia would feel about you saying that,” Jonas mused drily.

           To his surprise, a corner of Magnus’s mouth turned up. “Why don’t we ask her?” he said. “Unless I’m mistaken, that rustling I keep hearing is my dear sister and my beloved wife eavesdropping from the other side of the door.”

           It took Jonas a moment to register what Magnus had said, and then he turned hesitantly to the sitting room door. It creaked open, and both women poked their heads around it, Cleo looking sheepish, Lucia looking torn between chagrin at being caught and anger, probably at her brother’s words.

           “Well,” Magnus said. “Now that everyone is accounted for, why don’t you two come in and join us. Talking to Jonas alone makes me feel like my mind is shrinking.”

           The two entered the room, Cleo’s arms now free of her infant son. As they approached, Lucia crossed her arms and glared at her brother.

           “Are you certain you want me here?” she asked, voice icy. “Last I heard, you didn’t trust my judgement on such matters.”

           Magnus had the decency to wince at that. “That, ah, was before I realized you two were listening in.”

           “Wonderful. That means that you meant it.”

           Cleo walked over to stand beside Magnus. “I liked the part where you realized that if you kept arguing you’d have to answer to me,” she said, standing up on tiptoes to kiss Magnus’s cheek. “You’re finally learning.” Magnus rolled his eyes, but he seemed mollified.

           Then Magnus turned to Lucia. He moved away from Cleo and asked, “You truly wish to marry him?” There was no malice in his voice. It was a genuine question, seeking assurance before giving what Jonas hoped was a favorable answer.

           “Yes,” Lucia said, her voice a whisper.

           “You love him?”

           “Yes. More….” Lucia turned to Jonas as she answered her brother. “More than I can comprehend. More than I can put into words.” A lump rose in Jonas’s throat as Magnus continued to hesitate. He was looking at Lucia, mouth moving slightly like he wanted to form words but couldn’t.

           When Magnus said nothing, Lucia turned back to him. She studied him for a moment, reading him in a way very few people could. Then Jonas watched her eyes soften. “Magnus, if there is room in your life, in your heart, for both me and Cleo, trust that there will be room for both you and Jonas in mine.”

           Something in Magnus seemed to break at that, and for a second the king looked like he might begin to cry. Jonas thought that had he not been in the room, Magnus probably would have. But instead Magnus drew in an unsteady breath, regained his composure, and said, tightly but not unkindly, “Then you have my blessing.”

           All of the tension in Jonas’s body left so fast he nearly collapsed. Lucia moved forward and threw her arms around her brother’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.

           Magnus chuckled, hugging his sister back. “I’m not certain you should be thanking me for this. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, you know.”

           Lucia giggled. “Well, he and I have been together this long, and instead of getting sick of him, I have instead only grown more fond of his presence.” She pulled away from her brother and came over to Jonas. Her face was glowing with excitement, and he was sure he must have been wearing a similar expression. As she got close, he moved in and pressed his mouth to hers.

           “And it is, I suppose, the honorable thing for the two of you to do,” Magnus added.

           The newly betrothed pulled away, both blushing. Lucia shifted her weight and moved so she was half-hiding behind Jonas. “Exactly,” she said, now not meeting her brother’s eyes. “We’re being responsible adults, just as you wish of us.”

           Magnus shook his head, sighing good naturedly. Cleo changed the topic, saying, “Oh, and we’ll have to make an announcement! An official royal proclamation. We’ll do it before we leave.” She said it cheerfully, though Magnus did not look particularly thrilled by the idea.

           “And we’ll have to tell Lyssa,” Lucia said, sliding her hand into Jonas’s. “Though we can do that right away. She’ll be thrilled.”

           “You think so?” Jonas asked.

           Lucia blushed again. “I know so,” she admitted. “Lyssa has actually told me several times that she thinks you and I should get married. I think…I think she really wants a father in her life.”

           And that afternoon, when they took Lyssa out into the garden and told her, she was indeed thrilled. The careful, formal Damora presence that Lucia had been nurturing in her daughter completely vanished, and Lyssa had thrown her arms around both of them, bouncing up and down like her cousin often did and squealing “Jonas is going to be my papa! Jonas is going to be my papa!”

           Jonas would have been lying if he said it hadn’t brought him to tears.

           Then, late that evening, Jonas found himself alone with Lucia on the library sofa, the same place they’d been when she’d first asked him to take her to bed. Cleo had dragged Magnus away a few minutes before, saying, “I’m still cold, and I hear the cure is to have some Limerian in you. And I need a very healthy dose. Good night!” Magnus had followed her without a word of protest.

           “You’d think,” Jonas mused. “That after a few years and their three kids, they might have begun to settle down a little.”

           Beside him, curled up against his side, Lucia giggled. “Is that what you think will happen to us?” she asked. “We’ll do this for a few years and then the flame will die out?”

           “Never,” Jonas said. “I’ll never stop wanting to get those stiff, prudish dresses off of you.”

           Lucia pinched him hard in the side. “They may be modest, but they’re warm, which is what’s important.”

           Jonas made a noise of dismissal. “Please, I’m more than happy to help you fight the cold. I’m sure having Paelsian in you a perfectly suitable cure as well.”

           Lucia giggled again, sitting up so she could press her forehead to his. “Should we go find out?” she murmured.

           After they had finished their “tests” (it was a perfectly suitable cure, Lucia said), Jonas looked up at the roof of Lucia’s four-poster, thinking that it was soon to officially become their four-poster. Their four-poster that sat in their castle, which would house their children and their guests. Theirs. Together.

           Jonas pulled Lucia’s sleeping form closer to him, and she half-consciously curled in closer, tucking her head beneath his neck. Remembering that he was going to get to do this every night for the rest of his life, Jonas closed his eyes and slept better than he ever had before.

[river-talks-books]

A Day In Town

So like I mentioned in my post earlier, this is the first half of this fic, the version that’s just fluff. I’ll be posting an extended version (that still includes all of this cut) on Monday. ~River

(Extended Version)

A Day in Town

           “Must we go?”

           Cleo glared at Magnus as he helped her down the palace steps. She had one hand on his arm and the other on her belly, already showing at five months of pregnancy. “Magnus Damora—” She stopped and took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself. He figured she didn’t want to yell at him in front of the children.

           Instead, she said, “You know what? You are the king. You can stay home, but you must tell Corvin you are not taking him into town today.”

           Magnus deflated and grumbled under his breath. He would never let his son down like that, and Cleo knew it. Corvin had been looking forward to this for nearly two weeks, ever since Cleo had received the invitation to go to lunch with two of her friends from before the war.

           “This will be perfect,” she had said upon reading the letter. “They’ve invited Bri as well, so she can play with their daughters. Why not make a whole day of it? You can take Corvin to visit the market.”

           Magnus despised the market. He couldn’t understand why you would ever want to be anywhere that was so crowded, and he wasn’t one for material possessions. All he needed was a warm bed, a bottle of wine, and his lovely wife, and he was satisfied.

           Well…that had once been the case. Now his perfect world had something additional: his children playing together, completely safe and content. Perhaps in a different room than the one he and dream Cleo were sharing, one right next door so he could visit them and sketch their energetic forms whenever he wished.

           He looked at Corvin now, already waiting in the carriage with his little sister. Corvin was up on his knees on the carriage seat, looking out of the window. Briella, three years old, was watching her older brother with her thumb in her mouth. Both of them had Cleo’s stunning golden curls and Magnus’s dark eyes.

           Their colors…his sketches could never capture his family’s colors. The hundred-hued cerulean of Cleo’s eyes, the sun-colored sheaves of Corvin’s hair, the rose color of Briella’s round cheeks, still plump with baby fat. Perhaps while he was in the market he should pick up paints.

           No, probably shouldn’t. He’d have to ruin too many sketches to learn to color them properly. Maybe one day, when the children were older and could take over council meetings while he practiced. Until then, he would stick to charcoal sketches, hoping to capture every moment.

           The carriage shook as it began to move. Corvin almost lost his balance, nearly toppling onto the floor between the seats.

           “Corvin, sit down,” Magnus said, reaching across to pull at his son’s shirt.

           Corvin obeyed, flopping back onto the cushioned seat. “But now I can’t see!” he complained.

           “We’re just going to the City of Gold. You can see it from your bedroom window,” Magnus said. “You need to sit—it’s safer.”

           Corvin pouted, crossing his arms and sticking his bottom lip out as he sank back against his seat. Giggling, Briella imitated him.

           Magnus tried not to let it affect him. Damn it all, he’d once been good at this, at not letting anything get under his skin. It had once been easy to put up walls, a mask. Now all it took was pouty puppy-dog eyes, and he did whatever Corvin wanted. It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t asked for his son to be so adept at manipulation. He was certain Corvin got it from his mother.

           Nevertheless, Magnus sighed. “Fine, come here. You can sit on my lap.”

           It was like Corvin had never been upset. He sprang up and was across the seats in a second, perched on Magnus’s knee. He swung his feet happily as he looked out at the rushing green fields.

           This, however, made Briella jealous. “Me!” she proclaimed unhappily, also squirming off of the other carriage seat and crawling into Magnus’s lap.

           “Oof,” Magnus huffed. Cleo giggled beside him. “Why do I have to carry both of you?” He wanted to sound upset, but he didn’t feel it. There were worse discomforts than having your two children nestled in your lap.

           “Momma’s carrying the baby,” Corvin said.

           “That’s right,” Cleo told Magnus. She patted her belly. “I’m already sitting for two.”

           “Well now I’m sitting for three,” Magnus complained. “That hardly seems fair.”

           “Life’s not fair,” Cleo responded. “I’ve had to carry three children to term. You can handle having two sitting in your lap for a half hour.”

           Magnus rolled his eyes. Briella wiggled closer, reaching over to put her hands on Cleo’s enlarged stomach.

           “Baby,” she said happily, patting the bump with her little round hands.

           Cleo gasped dramatically, startling Magnus, and took her daughter’s hands. “Do you feel that, Bri? The baby says hi!” It must have been kicking.

           Briella gasped too, then giggled, “Hi baby! Hi princess!”

           Hi princess. That had been Magnus’s pet greeting for Briella ever since she was born, and it was one of the first things she learned to say. Hearing her use it gave him a warm feeling in his chest.

           “It’s not a princess,” Corvin argued. “It’s a brother.”

           “No, a sister!” Briella said angrily, her soft face squishing into a glare. Cleo smiled and Magnus rolled his eyes good-naturedly. This wasn’t the first time the kids had had this argument.

           “I don’t want another sister,” Corvin said emphatically, as though this might convince the baby in Cleo’s stomach to come out as a boy.

           “Corvin, that’s enough,” Magnus said sternly. “You love the sister you have, don’t you?”

           Corvin pouted. “Sometimes.”

           “Corvin Damora.”

           But Corvin didn’t apologize. Instead he crossed his arms and glared out the window.

           “We’re going to be happy whether the baby is a prince or a princess,” Magnus said, putting his hand where the baby had kicked. “Just like we are happy about both of you.”

           Briella grabbed at her father’s fingers and he pulled her back into his lap. Cleo smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. He considered joking about now having to carry her too, but her warmth against his arm was too pleasant.

           Magnus had once thought he would never have this, a happy ending. He still wasn’t certain he deserved one. Yet here he was, two children in his lap, his pregnant wife leaning contentedly against him, his sister safe in the north with her daughter. It was a happy ending, for however long the fates were willing to let him have it.

           Sometimes, he still feared their retribution. He feared having it all snatched away.

           Magnus pushed the thoughts aside. That sort of worry was useless. Instead, he focused on the fact that the combined pressure of Cleo and Briella was putting his left arm to sleep.

           When the carriage arrived at Joanna’s villa, Cleo scooped Briella up on one hip and slid unsteadily out of the carriage. There was a footman waiting, but Cleo had gotten out of the carriage without waiting for his help. She turned and waved to Magnus and Corvin. Magnus subtly tried to shake some feeling back into his numb arm, clenching his teeth as pain shot through it.

           “Bye!” Corvin called, waving. “Bye Momma! Bye Bri!” And then they were off again.

           Excited, Corvin began to bounce up and down, and Magnus winced as Corvin’s knees dug into his thighs.

           “Alright, Corvin, easy with the jumping,” Magnus said as Corvin came dangerously close to driving his knees right into Magnus’s groin. Magnus didn’t think Cleo would have much use for him if that part were lost.

           Corvin listened, freezing for a moment before sliding off of Magnus’s lap into the seat Cleo had previously occupied. He popped back up on his knees to look out the other window.

           “I thought I told you to sit down,” Magnus said.

           Corvin flopped down onto the seat. He laid on his back and looked up at his father upside-down.

           “What are we going to do in the market?” he asked.

           “That depends on what you would like to do.” Magnus’s ideal day in the market was a day not spent in the market, so he intended to just spend most of the day keeping Corvin away from trouble.

           “Can I get a sword?”

           Magnus frowned. “No, you cannot get a sword.”

           “Why not?” Corvin pouted. “You have one.”

           “I’m an adult,” Magnus said patiently. He didn’t actually have his sword with him today—instead, he was carrying a couple of concealed daggers, just in case the need should arise. But with tensions in Mytica still high, he didn’t feel having the king out in the marketplace with a visible sword would send a good message. He was doing everything in his power to not remind people of his father. “When you get older, once you have trained, you’ll get a sword too.”

           Corvin looked at Magnus for a moment, then pointed at his scar. “Did a sword do that?”

           Magnus tightened his jaw, running one hand over the scar on his cheek. “No, this is from a knife. But you see that weapons are dangerous. That’s why you have to wait until you’re older, alright?” Maybe one day, Magnus would tell him the truth. But for now, he let it remain a mystery to his son. His son who would never, ever face the same consequence for anything.

           “Alright.” Corvin went quiet. Magnus felt a weight in his chest. He didn’t like the look in his son’s eyes.

           Luckily, at that moment the carriage came to a halt, and Corvin’s eyes lit up again as the footman opened the door. The little prince was out of the carriage before Magnus could catch him, bounding out into the wide streets of the City of Gold’s market square.

           Emerging from the cart, Magnus grabbed Corvin’s shirt and pulled him back. “Corvin, you need to stay near me. I will not have you getting lost.”

           “Yes, Papa,” Corvin said. Then he pointed and said, “Can we go there?” And Magnus found himself being pulled along by Corvin’s hand in his, his son running for a cart laden with bright, woven bracelets.

           “Do you think Momma wants a bracelet?” Corvin asked.

           “Your mother has plenty of jewelry, Corvin,” Magnus said. “We’ll pick her out some flowers or something, alright?” Magnus had an allowance for Corvin to buy a few things while they were here, but he knew that if they took home everything Corvin wanted, they’d run the royal treasury dry.

           Corvin hummed in agreement, already distracted, happily sliding as many bracelets as he could over his wrists. When he couldn’t get any more to fit, he proudly held out his arms to his father, looking like a lizard that had tumbled through a paint store. Some of the ladies perusing the jewelry stand giggled at him.

           Magnus sighed internally, but even he had to admit it was cute. He’d rather see his son like this than with any weight on his mind. “Very nice, Corvin, but go ahead and put those back. Let these fine ladies get back to their shopping.”

           The ladies giggled again, now at him, batting their eyelashes and crossing their arms so their breasts were slightly more pronounced. Magnus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was a married man, happily so. Why did so many people wish to cause chaos?

           Luckily, Corvin was now bored of the bracelets and was darting back out into the street, leaving Magnus to follow swiftly behind. Next they stopped by a fruit cart, another jewelry cart, and a shop that sold mobiles of brightly colored glass. At that stall Corvin demanded Magnus lift him so he could get up close to glittering stones, which he touched happily.

           “It’s pretty,” he said.

           It was, Magnus supposed, if you found the clutter of rainbows to be pretty. Aside from the colors he saw in his family, he generally preferred the beauty born from clean lines and empty space. There were some parts of his Limerian upbringing that he knew would never leave him. But he let Corvin stare at the mobiles until his arms started to get tired.

           Setting Corvin down, Magnus said, “Come on, son, let’s move along.”

           Corvin seemed unhappy to leave that multicolored lair, but as soon as they reached the next stop, it was already forgotten. Magnus wondered if it was a beauty or a curse that children’s minds got distracted so easily.

Now they came to a stall that sold shawls and scarves. Magnus didn’t understand why they were sold in Auranos. In Limeros, scarves were woven from thick wool or lined with animal fur to keep the chill away. Here it was warm, and the scarves were thin fabric that wouldn’t keep away even the first chills of autumn. What was the point of having fabric wrapped around your neck if wasn’t going to keep you warm?

           Then again, Magnus understood little about fashion. Black was still his color of choice, even if it meant he was currently melting in the spring sunlight. In summer, he rarely went outdoors, or strategically planned a visit to Limeros (even though Mytica was now united, he could not think of his home by anything other than its name from his childhood) that lasted at least a month.

           Corvin, however, didn’t seem to have inherited his father’s taste for simplicity. He was happily touching the scarves, letting their sheer fabric run against his fingers. He brought one over to Magnus and said, “I want this.”

           Magnus frowned. “That’s for women, Corvin,” he said.

           Corvin frowned back. “It’s blue,” he argued, holding the scarf up for his father to see. It was true that as far as the scarves for sale went, this was one of the less flamboyant—black and blue and free of any tassels or golden hemming. But even so…

           “No, Corvin,” Magnus said. “Besides, its springtime. Perhaps you can pick your mother out a scarf when it begins to get colder.”

           But it seemed that this time Corvin would not be persuaded. “It’s not for Momma, it’s for me. I want it.”

           “Put it back,” Magnus said sternly, reaching for the scarf.

           Corvin ducked away and shouted, “No!”

           “Corvin Damora, give that to me this instant,” Magnus said, setting his jaw. He glared at Corvin, who clutched the scarf to his chest. People were beginning to stare.

           “You said I got to pick something!” Corvin protested. He stomped one foot and glared back at his father. “I want this!” He reminded Magnus so much of Cleo sometimes.

           Unfortunately, like now, the traits he embodied were not always Magnus’s favorites.

           Magnus looked around. Other shoppers were looking at them, whispering to each other. Wonderful. He couldn’t wait for word to get around that the king couldn’t control his own son.

           He looked back at Corvin, opening his mouth to deliver an ultimatum, but when he met Corvin’s eyes, the words withered. Corvin was still clutching the scarf, but behind the stubbornness in his eyes Magnus saw a slight kernel of fear.

           Magnus sighed. A little discipline was good, he knew, but really, what was the point here? Who would it hurt if Corvin bought the scarf? He had actually been remarkably good about not asking to buy everything he liked, even the mobile of stained glass. Magnus supposed that, if this was the treat Corvin wanted to buy today, there was no reason he shouldn’t get it.

           Relaxing his shoulders, Magnus said, “Fine. We’ll buy the scarf. But remember that it’s your gift for today, alright?”

           “Yes!” Corvin cheered. He wrapped his arms around his father’s legs and said, “Thank you!” The people who had been watching him now laughed and smiled at them, making Magnus blush. Shaking his head, Magnus paid the vendor for the scarf and followed Corvin, who was now skipping happily to the next stall with the scarf around his shoulders.

           There were worse things, he supposed, then spending the day in the market with his son.