#drummonds bathrooms

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drummonds bathrooms

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Drummonds primary bath,

Lucy Barlow and Joshua Sear of Barlow & Barlow,

Photography James McDonald Image2,

WOW!house 2023

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Bathroom - Kids Remodeling ideas for a medium-sized modern kids' bathroom with brown tile and ceramic tile, flat-panel cabinets, gray walls, a vessel sink, and dark wood cabinets.

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Lost and Found- Chapter 26

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (established OFC. However, you do not need to read the other fics to understand this one)

Tagging: @tragiclyhip @themaradwrites @secretaryunpaid @youflickedtooharddamnit @munstysmind @residentdormouse @thebejeweledwatercat @asirensrage @theesirenteller @ninjasawakenedmystar @alisbackalleybbq @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @occommunity @fanficanatic-tw @karimac @kmc1989

Warnings: profanity, brief mentions of blood, bruises, scrapes, cuts. Nothing major.

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/134444914

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*****

The house is one of half a dozen Nik has collected around the world; located on the Amalfi Coast along the southern edge of Italy’s Sorrentine peninsula. A highly secure five-bedroom, six-bathroom villa that backs onto a cliff that overlooks the Tyrrhenian Sea; built a kilometre from the main road and hidden from sight by a dense, expansive lemon grove.

Despite the years of both work experience and friendship, he had never set foot in any of her homes; business always being conducted in neutral yet secretive places, over the telephone, or even -years before- at his old shack in the outback. They have always travelled in different circles; Nik’s beyond-the-job friendships extending to powerful politicians, multi-million and billionaire businessmen, heads of organized crime and the shady, top-notch lawyers that defended them. Tyler prefers to stick with the couple of buddies he’s known for years; the ones that he can trust with nearly every one of his darkest and deepest secrets. Koen and Rata both serving with him in the ‘normal’ ranks of the Australian Army before he secured his place with SASR. The former his direct superior officer for several years; since the day he’d shown up at boot camp as a cocky, wet-behind-the-years eighteen-year-old.

While Nik prefers the sophisticated, luxurious life that being a gun runner and the head of her mercenary business provides her, Tyler has always lived well below his means. Able to afford much more than that shack in the outback and even the house in the Broome, but never feeling the need for something more expensive and flashy. Even keeping the same old pickup he’d had since he was a teenager; doing his own repairs for nearly two decades before finally running the old girl into the ground.

Their distinct differences had prevented him from developing something more with Nik; drawn instead to the normalcy and practicality that Esme brought into his life. She had always longed for a much simpler and quieter existence; preferring not to draw attention to herself and never surrounding herself with those that they encountered in their respective careers Somehow managing to keep the two sides of her life -of HERSELF- completely separate; leaving the job behind the second a mission wrapped and able to -no matter how brief- enjoy a normal life. The job didn’t control her, and she didn’t obsess over her successes and failures. Indulging instead in all the little moments that came with routine and domesticity. Nik, however, was unable ever to let the job go. Spending every waking moment immersing herself in the lifestyle and enjoying its spoils. And she certainly never entertained the idea or wish of something more beyond it; laughing off any suggestion that perhaps marriage and children and settling down were somewhere in her cards.

He had never realized he wanted any of that either; his first marriage had crashed and burned, and he’d been a complete and utter failure as a father. But then he’d met Esme, and everything quickly changed. HE changed. Finding himself both mesmerized and intrigued by the love and joy she somehow still possessed for life and everyone in it, the whimsy she possessed, and those hopeful and wistful dreams that she carried with her everywhere she went.

THAT was someone he could see carving out a future with.

Upon arrival, he reluctantly puts his trust in the medic to ‘deliver’ Esme to the waiting doctor; a longtime colleague of Nik’s who has attended to many injuries -both minor and life-threatening and everything in between- over the course of the last decade and a half. The largest of the villa’s guest rooms is already prepared and stocked with various medical equipment and supplies: a machine to monitor vitals, an IV stand and a pain medicine pump. And it isn’t until that moment that he’s able to register his discomfort; plagued by near-crippling mental and physical exhaustion. His entire body screaming in pain; his lower back on fire, both his knees stiff and painful, and his head pounding from a likely concussion of his own. Yet he knows sleep will likely elude him. Plagued by a potent mixture of emotions; the profound worry for Esme, the lingering regret and guilt for his choices, and his momentary lapse of judgement. And a rage that remains on a low boil when it comes to both Alessio, his actions, and Winston’s betrayal and the words he’d spoken in the basement.

Instead of allowing himself to second-guess his decisions and plot revenge, he focuses on Millie. Carefully unbuckling her from the booster seat in the back of one of Nik’s many chauffeured cars, easily lifting her with one arm and tucking her tight into his chest. Her legs and arms dangle loosely as her head rests on his shoulder; not offering up even the slightest of flinches or mumbles when he tosses her sequined unicorn backpack -full of her art supplies, finished pictures, and her beloved doll and koala bear- over his shoulder.

“Her room’s the first one at the top of the stairs.” Nik nods toward the central staircase; gleaming white and gray marble accompanied by polished steel handrails and glass panels. “On the right.”

It makes the bitterness return; the realization that Millie has her own ‘place’ in Nik’s home. An expansive and beautiful suite fit for a princess, decorated in all of her favourite colours, holding all of her favourite toys and belongings, the closets filled with her clothes. He had been robbed of all of that; never getting the chance to put a crib together, change a single diaper, put her in a bubble gum pink onesie, or slip one of those ridiculous flowered headbands onto her head. He never got to tuck her in and read her a bedtime story; he was never able to help with potty training or assist with brushing her teeth. He hadn’t witnessed her going from rolling from back to front and side to side to sitting up and eventually pulling up into a stand. He wasn’t there when she’d taken her first steps, hadn’t seen her learning to run, and hadn’t heard her first words.

So many missed opportunities. Things that others had been blessed to experience. While he’d never even known of her existence.

He uses a hip to push open the door and an elbow to flick on the light. The room is enormous; possessing its own walk-in closet and ensuite bath and a separate crafting area sectioned off with a dinosaur AND princess-themed room divider. An entire wall is taken up with built-in shelves, hosting books, stuffed animals, and a wide selection of Barbie dolls, action figures, and matchbox cars. A wrought iron canopy bed sits in the middle of the room and atop a three-stepped platform; the frame decorated with pink and gray camouflage drapes and the mattress covered in a Batman comforter.

Tossing the backpack in a nearby chair, he climbs the steps to the bed; Millie clutched to his chest with one arm as his free hand pulls back the blankets and flat sheet. And she gives a slight whimper and a heavy sigh when he places her in the middle of the mattress; her eyes flickering open as she lets out a long, soft “daddy” and reaches up for him.

Time seems to stand still. His entire body tenses as the emotions -profound and overwhelming- rush through him. It’s been a long time since he’s been called that; over a decade since Austin had addressed him that way during his last weeks in the hospital as the cancer ravaged him. Esme had been the one who’d given him a semblance of hope; that one day he’d once more be given that title and he’d hear the word come out of a little one’s mouth. When she left, that dream had evaporated; gone was the one person he could ever see making that kind of commitment and building that kind of future with. And while Millie may not be fully aware of what she’s saying in a semi-conscious moment, it still nearly brings him to his knees; tears welling in his eyes as his throat tightens and his heart hammers within his chest.

Grumbling her displeasure of being awakened, Millie sits up in bed; her brow furrowed and eyes half closed, a pout curving her lips. Stuck in a state of disorientation and confusion as she glances around the room. “Where are we?”

“We’re at Auntie Nik’s house. The one in Italy. Remember how I told you? About how we were going to stay here for a few days?”

“Oh…” Yawning noisily, she presses the heels of her palms into her eyes. “...yeah…I remember. Where’s momma?”

“The doctor is taking a look at her. Just to make sure she’s doing alright. Then she’s going to sleep. Just like you’re going to. You want jammies on or are you just gonna sleep in your clothes or…?”

“Jammies, please. Where’s Franklin? And Posie? I can’t sleep without Franklin or Posie. Posie needs her jammies on, too. They’re with mine. They match.”

Collecting the doll and koala out of the backpack, he drops them on the bed. “And the jammies…”

“In my dresser. Top middle drawer.”

He searches for pyjamas for both her and the doll, finally locating matching nightgowns: white cotton with thin straps, the fabric emblazoned with colourful butterflies.

“Those are my favourite!” Millie enthuses, as she wriggles out of her clothes. “Mommy made those for us! Out of pillowcases! They’re really supposed to be dresses, but I always liked wearing them as jammies. So does Posie.”

“Your mum’s a pretty talented one, isn’t she?”

“Most of the time. Just don’t ask her to cook. She’s not very good at that. At all. My dirty clothes go in there…” She nods towards the ensuite bathroom.. “...that’s where the washer and dryer are.”

“You have your own washer and dryer? You're four.”

“It’s not like I know how to use them. They’re just there. For convenience, I guess. Well, I do know HOW to put stuff in the wash and in the dryer. I just can’t reach to turn them on.”

“You are way too smart for your own good.”

“Mom says that all the time.”

Retreating to the ensuite, tossing the clothes into the washer; leaving the door open for more to be added later. And when he returns to the bedroom, both Millie and the doll are already in their pyjamas; the four-year-old waiting in bed with a hairbrush in one hand, and a package of elastics in the other.

“We have to do my hair. Or it gets really knotted when I’m asleep and then it’s really hard to brush it in when I get up.. And it hurts like hell too! Do you know how to braid hair?”

“No.”

“I can teach you!”

“How about we leave that for tomorrow? When it’s not so late. Think maybe we could do something else with it? Put it in a bun or a ponytail or…?”

“Ponytail is alright. But you gotta put it up on the top of my head, or I can’t sleep. ‘Cause it hurts to lie on it.”

He gingerly and patiently works the brush through Millie’s tresses, then gathers it in both hands and secures it with the hair tie she passes to him. It’s a simple experience shared with his daughter, yet it brings back vivid memories of similar moments with her mother. Those times when Esme would be busy in the kitchen; focused on a recipe she was trying to recreate or the baking that had that little cabin filled with delicious aromas. He’d approach her from behind; sneaking a kiss to her cheek or temple before putting her hair back for her.

“What else?”

“I gotta brush my teeth.”

“How ‘bout we skip it tonight?”

“Momma won’t like that.”

“I won’t tell her if you won’t. We’ll just make sure you brush them twice as long after breakfast.”

“Does that work? Does it really make up for not doing it before bed?”

“Of course. Would I lie to you?”

Millie shakes her head, ponytail swaying from side to side.

“So does your mum read a story to you or…?”

“Sometimes. Not every night. Only if I ask. I’m too tired tonight. No stories. But thank you.”

“Do you want me to just tuck you in or…?”

“Will you snuggle with me? Just for a little bit? It’s been a really bad day, and I’m still super sad. I need a snuggle. A really good one. And momma can’t do it, so…”

He agrees to the snuggle; moving towards the door in order to shut off the lights, pauses with his hand on the switch. “You got a night light or something?”

“Nope. I’m not scared of that dark, daddy. I’m not a baby!”

He wants to tell her that yes, she is. That she’s HIS baby. How regardless of how old she gets and how many children she has of her own, she always WILL be. And while the first time being called daddy had been a shock, the second occurrence hits even harder; the realization that it was a fully conscious decision on Millie’s part and not just a slip of the tongue… a random moment…while still teetering on the edge of sleep. He’s thankful for the darkness that envelopes the room when he turns off the light, able to hide the tears sparkling in his eyes and the millions of questions a very observant Millie will lob at him. And climbing into bed beside her, he wraps both arms around her; that tiny body snuggling tightly against him, doll and bear under one arm, her face nestled in his ribs.

“You good?”

“I’m good. You’re nice and warm. And comfy. You make me feel safe. Like I don’t have anything to be scared of.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. No one can hurt you anymore. I won’t let them.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. And I’d promise with a million pinkie promises.”

“That’s a lot!”

“That’s how honest I’m being. You and your mum ARE safe. And I’ll make sure you stay that way. I won’t let anyone hurt you guys. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for either of you. You know that, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nuzzling her face against his side, she places her free hand on his chest. “Will you draw on my back? Please? It helps me sleep.”

He obliges, his own eyes closing as his fingertips create random patterns on her back. Several minutes passing before she yawns and raises her head to look at him, eyes sparkling in the moonlight that streams through the curtains.

“Daddy?”

“Millie?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I’ll go to sleep AFTER I ask my question.”

“What is it?”

“You and momma lived together, right? Before I came along? In Australia?”

“We did.”

“In the house you live in now?”

“No. A different house. In a different part of Australia.”

“But the house you live in now is the house we are ALL going to live in? Or do we have to get a new one?”

“We won’t have to get a new one for a while. There’s enough room for all of us. And maybe one or two more people.”

“That means you and momma can start having babies!”

“That’s something your mum and I would have to talk about. I don’t know if she’s quite ready for that. Having babies.”

“Well, I hope she’s ready soon. ‘Cause I really want to be a big sister. And I’m not getting any younger!”

“If you think you’re not getting any younger, how do you think I feel? I’m way older than you are.”

“How much older?”

“A lot.”

“How much is that? How old ARE you?”

“I’m forty.”

“Holy shit!”

“Excuse you? Forty’s not THAT old.”

“It’s middle age! You’re older than momma!”

“I am.”

“Momma’s only thirty-four. But she’s going to be thirty-five soon. Maybe we can have a party for her. For her birthday.”

“I don’t see why we couldn’t.”

“We can even make her a birthday cake and put up balloons and streamers and play games! We can even take her out for dinner!”

“You got it all planned, do you?”

“Most of it. I don’t know about the guest list, though.”

“That’s something we can talk about when it’s closer to the time. For now….” He drops a kiss on the top of her head. “...it’s time for bed. It’s late. And it’s been a really long day. Time to sleep, okay?”

“Okay.” Pushing herself up onto her elbow, she pecks his cheek, followed by the corner of his mouth. Her face buried in his ribs as she once more lies down next to him. “Goodnight, daddy. Love you.”

Tears threaten once more. “I love you, too. So very much.”

*****

He’s teetering on the edge of sleep when a soft knock comes to the door; Nik standing on the threshold, motioning for him to join her and the doctor in the hallway. Carefully slipping from under Millie’s arm and out of bed, he tucks the blankets around her slumbering form and then leans down to press a kiss to her forehead. Reluctantly leaving her side, he joins Nikand the doctor in the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“How’s she doing?” Nik inquires, her voice scarcely above a whisper.

“She’s finally asleep. I don’t know where she gets all that energy from. She wore me out a long time ago.”

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, daddy. She’s cute as hell, but she can be a real handful. And you’ve just been thrown right to the wolves.”

“Esme?” Tyler addresses the doctor. “ How is she?”

“Very lucky. Considering the intensity of the crash and the damage done to the vehicle, I’m surprised we’re not looking at life-threatening injuries. If not worse.”

“Anything I need to worry about or…?”

“For the most part, I agree with the medic’s findings. There’s no sign of internal bleeding, and there’s no dilation of the pupils, slurred speech, or difficulties with reflexes. And no confusion; she was able to tell me her full name, what day, month, and year it was, and give a very detailed description of what exactly happened. Ruling out a brain injury, the diagnosis remains the same; whiplash and a moderate to severe concussion. Both should begin to ease within the next few days. I do suspect a bruised liver and spleen, however. I’ll be able to monitor those over the next forty-eight hours. For any sign of tearing or rupture.”

“He does think the sternum is broken,” Nik pipes up. “Based on the severity of the pain. And limited movement.”

“Nothing more than a hairline fracture,” the Doctor explains. “And nothing that we could repair surgically or even cast for. The best course of action is none; just letting it heal on its own. She’ll need to rest it for at least four weeks; no lifting anything over ten pounds, no repetitive movement. She can wear a sling if she finds it lessens the discomfort. As far as I can tell, the majority of the pain is actually from the contusion caused by the seat belt; deep and prolific bruising from the top of her shoulder, running diagonally to the left hip. I have her on IV antibiotics and pain meds for the next twenty-four hours; after that I’ll be able to switch her to oral medication.”

“Can she eat or drink? If she wakes up hungry or thirsty…?”

“She’s allowed both solids and liquid. I suggest keeping meals small and light. Her system is in shock from the amount of injuries and the pain; anything too heavy could cause stomach upset. And preventing further discomfort is important at this time.”

“And how long will we have to stay here? When can I take her home?”

“Within a week, she should be able to move around quite freely and without much difficulty or pain. I wouldn’t suggest flying any sooner than that; the altitude would put pressure on the brain, and with the concussion, it could cause severe issues. Swelling, blood clots, aneurysms. It’s safer to wait seven days. After that, even when home, you’ll have to keep an eye on her; make sure she stays on top of her meds, and follows the rules when it comes to healing properly.”

“But she’s going to be okay? She’ll be back to normal? Eventually?”

“She’s young and healthy. There’s nothing to suggest she WON’T be back to normal. Just keep an eye out for anything that suggests trouble; severe headaches beyond what a concussion would provide, any unexplained swelling and redness anywhere on the body, a high fever, speech issues, or any loss of consciousness. If any of those happen, she has to be seen immediately. Wherever you are. Now…” Tilting his head to the side, his eyes narrow as he takes in the various bruises and cuts on Tyler’s neck and face. “...perhaps I should take a look at YOU now.”

“You don’t need to. I’m fine. I cleaned myself up. Fixed what I could. I don’t…”

“You should be looked at,” Nik gently persuades. “Esme wasn’t the only one in that accident. You’re pretty banged up. Just let the doctor take a look and…”

“I said I’m fine.” His voice stern. Harsher than it needs to be. “I’ve gone through a lot worse. And lived to tell about it. All I really need is some sleep.”

“If you have your own concussion or some internal damage or…”

Ignoring Nik, he once more addresses the doctor. “I’ll let you know if I start feeling worse. Right now, I’m just tired. I just need to rest. It’s been a hell of a long day. Thank you,” He offers his hand. “For taking care of her. If anything had have been seriously wrong…”

“She’s going to make a full recovery. And because of her good health and how she’s taken care of herself throughout her life, she’ll likely heal faster than most. Right now, rest and relaxation are her best friends. And keeping up with a med schedule. I’ve left my home and cell numbers on the nightstand in the bedroom; call if you have even the slightest bit of concern. I’ll be right over.”

Nodding in both appreciation and farewell, he turns on his heel to head for the bedroom next door.

“Tyler…wait…”

“Nik, not tonight. I’m not in the mood for this shit. I’m tired, and I’m sore, and I desperately need at least a few hours of sleep.”

“I wasn’t going to…”

“I don’t need to have the doctor look at me, and I sure as hell don’t need you getting on my ass. So if you're even thinking about bringing up me leaving when all this is over…”

“Actually, I WAS going to say that I had your things brought to the room. And that there are fresh towels and facecloths in the bathroom. I would have had one of the other guest suites made up, but I already knew you would argue with me; that you wouldn’t want to be away from her.”

“Despite how rough things have been…between us…I do appreciate it, Nik. Everything that you’ve done. Especially in the last few days. I don’t agree with what you did; not letting me know that Esme was alive and that I had a kid out there. And it’s going to take me a hell of a long time to get over it. I can’t pretend I’m not pissed off. That I’m not hurt. I can’t just turn all that off, you know? It isn’t something I can just forgive.”

“I couldn’t betray her trust. Not even for you. She relied on me; to keep her and Millie safe. And I…”

“Safe from who? Me? I wasn’t a threat to them. You didn’t need to protect them from me.”

“She wanted to protect you. She thought she was doing the right thing. And whether I agreed with that or not…”

“I’m not going to get into this right now. I just can’t do it. I’ve said everything I needed to say. Other than thank you. For taking care of her and Millie. Keeping them safe. You didn’t have to step up like that, but you did. And if it wasn’t for you, who knows where they’d be right now. Kinda scares me to even think about it.”

“I took care of them for YOU. Because I knew one day she’d track you down and you’d get that chance; to be a family and grow old together. I WANTED that for you, Tyler. I wanted you to get your ‘happy ever after.’ And I’ve never seen you as just a commodity. You’ve always been more than that. Much more.”

“I want to believe that, Nik. I do. But right now…”

“You’re hurt. You’re angry. And you’ve got every right to feel those things. I just hope one day you’ll realize what I did, I did for them and YOU. Try and get some rest. It’s been a long day. And Millie is going to have you up and bright and early, believe me.” “If it’s before the crack of dawn, I’m sending her to you.”

“Don’t even think about it. I plan on sleeping until noon.”

“You’re gonna up with the sun, and you know it. It’s just who you are. The way you’re made.”

“Try and relax, Tyler. It’s safe here. THEY’RE safe.”

“Sometimes that’s easier said than done.”

“In a week’s time, you’ll be back home. With your family. The chances of any threats finding you there…”

“There’s always a chance, Nik. You know that.”

“I’ll do what I can. When it comes to handling things in New York City. Making sure the trouble stays there. And once things settle down…for good…that’s it. You’re free.”

“Only if you’ll let me be.”

“It’ll be hard to let you go. We’ve been through a lot together. SEEN a lot.”

“You should know by now that you can’t get rid of me THAT easy. After all, you’re Auntie Nik, yeah? Something tells me Millie wouldn’t stand for you just up and disappearing.”

“She doesn’t have to worry about that. She’s my family. So is her mom. And so are you. Sleep well. You’ve earned it.”

Nodding in agreement and apprehension, he moves towards the guest room, hesitating as his fingers curl around the door handle, and just as Nik steps onto the top landing of the stairs. “Nik?”

She hesitates.

“Thank you.”

She manages a weary smile. “Goodnight, Tyler.”

*****

A long, hot shower makes him feel almost human again. Thirty minutes spent standing motionless under a punishing stream of hot water as it not only rid his hair and body of remaining remnants of debris and blood, but brought some relief to his lower back, base of his skull, and both shoulders. Afterwards in the light of the bathroom, he’s able to better assess the damage done to his body; various cuts and abrasions along both arms and legs, large bruises on the front and backs of his thighs and in the middle of his back, several smaller across his collarbone. A perfect impression of the steering wheel -and its emblem- covers the majority of his sternum, and the skin on the left side of his rib cage has begun to turn vivid, various shades of purple and blue. Far surpassing the damage done in Georgia and Vienna, even WITH the gunshot to his hand and to his lower left abdomen. The latter missing all vital organs and lodging near his hip; an easy removal for the medical team at the Graz-Karlau prison. Barely leaving a scar behind and requiring a very short rest and recovery time.

He navigates the bedroom by both the streaks of moonlight that spill through the window coverings and the glow given off by the portable ECG machine monitoring Esme’s vitals. Rummaging through the rucksack; he locates the lone pair of sweats he’d packed for his initial business trip; grimacing at the stiffness in his knees and discomfort in his back as he steps into them. The bed -more expansive than an average king- is more than large enough for both of them to sleep in, and for her to be kept safe from his tossing and turning; eager to spare her an errant elbow to the back or stomach or a knee into a thigh. And he creeps to her side, watching as she sleeps soundly; light, peaceful smile curving her lips’ with her face turned towards the window. The soft, silvery sheen the moon casts upon her face shows off the various cuts and bruises that she’d incurred earlier in the day; the vivid purple and blue upon her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and on the tops of both cheeks and under one eye.

It’s painful to look at; the mere thought of her injured and in discomfort nearly splitting his heart in two. Hating his perceived negligence and failure to keep her safe had led her to this; hooked up to various wires and tubes from the IV and pain. Hurting far worse than he’d ever expected it to; believing that watching his son suffer and waste away had steeled him against witnessing someone experiencing pain and illness. But it aches to his very soul; twisting and wrenching at his guts and a sorrow -for someone who is still very much alive- creating a death grip around his heart. And emotion chokes at him as he crouches at the side of the bed; smoothing a hand over her hair and laying his palm on the top of her head, thumb repeatedly brushing across her brow.

“I’m so sorry, Me.” He grazes his knuckles over her bruised and swollen cheek. “I am so fucking sorry.”

She murmurs in her sleep, then releases a long, soft sigh as she nestles her cheek into his palm.

“And I’m sorry for being as angry and as hurt as I am. I know you did the best you could; that you left because you were scared, and you wanted to protect me. But you kept my daughter from me. When there was no reason to. And I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to get over that. If I ever really do. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I have ALWAYS loved you. Those five years changed nothing.” Leaning forward, he presses a lingering kiss to her brow, then to her lips. “You sleep, okay? ‘Cause that’s the only way you’re gonna get better. Because that’s what Millie needs; her mom back to normal. And I need that too.” He pulls back with a heavy sigh; running the tip of his index finger down the bridge of her nose. “This is all going to be over soon. I promise. There’s nothing for you to be scared of anymore. No one can hurt you now. And they won’t hurt you EVER again.”

His knees crack, and he bites back the pain as he stands. The limp in his right leg more pronounced as he retreats to his side of the bed, peeling back the layers of blankets and slides underneath. His body is sore and weary, and his head immediately sinks into the pillow; the case and the crisp, linen sheets cool and refreshing against his skin. He’s never experienced this level of exhaustion; not even during the months of tedious and often agonizing physical therapy sessions that had preceded his release from the hospital in Dubai. It’s a tiredness that is bone…SOUL…deep; both limbs and eyes feeling impossibly heavy, his own body seeming rooted to its place. And despite the years of frequent bouts of insomnia, it isn’t long before rest claims him. Lulled to sleep by the faint beeping of the EKG machine, Esme’s soft rhythmic breathing, and the rolling of the waves as they wash up onto the shore.

*****

He sleeps soundly despite the pain and only over-the-counter pills to dull it, stirring only once when the nurse crept into the room in the dead of the night to change Esme’s IV and med bag and then reset the pump. He remembers a brief, exhausted chat; the nurse apologizing for waking him, the exchange of pleasantries, and his peppering of questions in regards to Esme’s vitals and the continued care she’ll be receiving. Already back asleep before the woman even finished her duties and slipped from the room. When he finally wakes for the day, it’s courtesy of a tiny hand repeatedly -and remarkably vigorously- shaking him and a tiny voice calling his name. And cracking open his eyes, he moans in discomfort when he’s immediately greeted by the sun’s harsh rays, followed by Millie’s wide, beaming smile as she stands at the side of the bed. Clad in her pyjamas with her doll under one arm, teddy under the other; her high ponytail having loosened in her sleep and now sitting at an awkward angle on the side of her head.

“Hi!” she chirps. “Hi, daddy.”

“Hey…”

“Did you sleep good?”

“Better than I expected to. Is something wrong?”

“Nope.”

“You’re okay?”

Millie nods.

“What are you doing? What…?”

“I’m hungry. My tum is complaining.REALLY loud. I went downstairs and looked for Carmen, but I couldn’t find her. And there’s no brekkie waiting in the kitchen. Usually, she has brekkie finished and waiting for me.”

“Who’s Carmen?”

“Auntie Nik’s cook.”

“Auntie Nik has a cook?”

“And someone that shops for her, someone that books all her appointments, a chauffeur, and a maid.”

“What does she do? If she has all those people doing everything for her?”

“Wears nice clothes and kicks butt and takes names.”

“Is that what you’re going to be like? When you’re older?”

“I’m already like that.”

Chuckling, he reaches out to playfully tug on her ponytail. “So I guess this means I better get my ass up, yeah? Can’t exactly do stuff on your own.”

“I CAN make my own breakfast. Well, just cereal and toast, but still, I’m ONLY four, so that’s pretty good, right? That I can do that?”

“Your mumma’s been doing a damn good job, that’s for sure. Teaching you things.”

“She wants me to be strong and independent. But not grow up too fast. But one day, I’ll be able to make pancakes and scrambled eggs and bacon. Not just boring old cereal and toast.”

“Are you trying to tell me you want something else? More than that?”

She giggles as she drops her chin to her chest. “I’m REALLY hungry. I could eat the shit out of a dead hippo.”

Smirking, he tosses off his blankets. “Where did you learn that?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t give up my sources.”

“Well, you know what? I could eat the shit out of a dead hippo, too. So why don’t we go downstairs and raid the fridge, and see what we can dig up. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” She steps back as he slides out of bed, her brow furrowing as she studies her mother’s bruised and battered and sleeping form.. “ What about momma, though? She’ll be all by herself. She might get lonely. What if she wakes up and we’re not here? She might be scared. And sad. I don’t want her to be scared and sad.”

“IF she wakes up, she knows we’re not far away. That we wouldn’t just leave her. She knows how much we love her; that we’d never just take off on her. Besides, she’s going to be doing a lot of sleeping for the next few days.”

“‘Cause the doctor said so?”

“It’s the best thing for her. So that her body can get better. And that’s what we want, yeah? Mumma to be all better?”

The four-year-old nods.

“How ‘bout you tuck her in? She’d like that.”

Her face visibly brightens. “Like a momma burrito?”

“Something like that. Don’t do it as tight, though. And be careful; you don’t want to get tangled up in all those wires and tubes. Careful and gentle, okay?”

Handing him her doll, she scurries around to Esme’s side of the bed; slipping her body between the machine and the IV stand and gingerly stepping over or slipping under various tubing and wires. Carefully spreading and smoothing the blankets over her mom’s body, then loosely tucking them underneath her. And a distinct sadness darkens her eyes and furrows her brow when she runs a palm over Esme’s hair and leans in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“I miss you, momma. I love you. You’ll feel better soon. I promise. Daddy and I will take really good care of you! Right, dad?”

Nodding, Tyler leans down to drop a kiss on the top of her head when she scurries back to his side; plucking the doll from his grasp.

“I’mma leave Posie here,” Millie announces, then proceeds to lift the top blanket and tuck her under it. “So she can keep an eye on mumma! And if mumma wakes up, she’ll see Posie here and know that I’m coming back for sure. ‘Cause I never leave Posie behind. Not for good!”

“You know, you have a really big heart in that little body of yours.”

“Momma always used to tell me that I got that from my daddy. That his heart was way bigger than his body, too. Is that really true? ‘Cause your body is super big!”

“Is that a polite way of calling me fat?”

“You’re not fat! You’re thick!”

He smirks. “I wonder where I’ve heard that before.”

“You’re like a giant! You’re really tall and crazy big! Do you think it’s true? What momma said? About your heart being bigger than your body? Because if it is, your heart is super huge!”

“You know what I think? I think your mum’s the most amazing human being I’ve ever known.”

“Next to me, right?”

“Yeah…” Scooping her up onto his arms, he presses pressing a kiss to her temple as he settles her on his hip. “...definitely next to you.”

*****

He relaxes in a poolside lounge chair; hair damp and matted to his head, his aching and tired body clad in a pair of board shorts bought during an impromptu shopping excursion with Nik and Millie. The latter fast asleep against his chest; snoring lightly, her eyes shielded by a pair of pink and purple polka-dotted sunglasses, her bathing suit -one of many she’d excitedly picked out- beginning to dry in the heat. Exhausted from the morning and early afternoon activities and the drama of the last seven days; the time spent in the sun and water solidifying her successful escape from New York City. Content and relaxed; confident that her old life is now firmly behind her and the new one is just lingering on the horizon. And despite the worry and sadness revolving around her mother’s injuries, she feels safe and secure; putting all of her trust into her surroundings and the people around her.

Nik joins them, standing at the side of his chairs with her hands shoved in the pockets of a pair of wide-legged, burgundy linen trousers and a pair of oversized sunglasses. A smile curling her lips as she glances down at a snoozing Millie.

“Out like a light.”

“She’s had a hell of a week. It was bound to catch up to her.”

“She doesn’t do that with just anyone. Fall asleep on them like that. Means she feels safe. Secure. She trusts you.”

“I’m not sure she’s making the right decision. Look what her mum’s trust in me got her.”

“What I said on the plane…about what happened…I didn’t mean for it to sound like I was blaming you.”

“That’s exactly what you meant for it to sound like. I know you, Nik; I know you don’t say shit you don’t believe. And you’ve never been one to pull punches.”

“I wanted an explanation. A reason. For how things went so wrong, so quick.”

“And I told you. They came out of nowhere. There’s no way I could have seen it coming. It just happened. And it happened THAT fast.”

“You didn’t hear anything? See anything? You..?”

“I was concentrating on driving. On getting us to the meet-up point. We’d just gone through all that fucking bullshit with Winston..”

“Which was probably weighing heavily on your mind. Probably had you on edge. Distracted.”

“...and all I wanted to do was get the fuck out of there. Get to you and Yaz and then to the airport. I thought the roads were clear; Wick had people blocking all the intersections, and you had eyes on things. Or at least I THOUGHT you did. Had you not pulled the guys early…”

“I thought you were in the clear. You were only three blocks away. I made a decision based on that. I did what I thought was best.”

“So did I. I did what I thought was best for Esme. To get her the fuck out of there. I had just gotten her away from Winston; all I had to do was get her to the airport and on that plane, and everything else was going to be easy. I trusted you to have the people in place. To have my six. And if I DID let my guard down, it’s because of that. Nothing else.”

“I admit, it wasn’t my best decision. I should have left them in place longer. Until we actually DID meet up. But…”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Nik. You’re beating a dead fucking horse. I’m tired, and I’m sore, and I’ve got a lot on my plate. I don’t need this, too. Can we just let it go? I think you fucked up, you think I fucked up. Can’t we leave it at that?”

“I think I deserve an explanation. Not as your friend. But as your boss.”

“And I’ve told you everything there is to know. There isn’t always an explanation or a reason, Nik. Sometimes, shit just happens. There’s nothing simple about this job. It’s not just black or white. And you of all people should know that. You…”

When Milliie whimpers in her sleep, his mood abruptly changes; the tension in his jaw and shoulders releasing, the brightness returning to his eyes. And he smooths a hand over her and down her back, his lips soft as they press against her brow. “It’s alright, Amelia. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She heaves a long, content sigh, then nestles her face against his chest and shoves her thumb into her mouth. And for several minutes, he and Nik remain silent; his chin resting on the top of Millie’s head and his hand rubbing her back in smooth, slow circles.

Nik uses a fingertip to sweep wayward strands of hair off of the little one’s forehead. “She’s beautiful.”

“She is. Esme and I do good work.”

“You most definitely do. Although I’m not sure how much work Esme actually put in. I think her genes were completely absent that day. Millie looks just like you.”

“That’s an awful thing to say about my kid, Nik. That she looks like her old man.”

“You know how many times Esme has heard it? How many people think she’s just a nanny? No one ever believes they’re actually mother and daughter. Until Millie opens her mouth of course; she tells stories EXACTLY like her momma does.”

“All over the damn place.”

“The only two people I know who can go off in five different directions and never get back to what started everything off.”

“You know how many times Esme will start a story, only for me to never find out what the original point of it was? Too many to count.”

“It’s just part of who she is. That exuberance and that light that she’s managed to hold onto. I’ve never met anyone like her, you know. Not in this circle, anyway. I don’t know how she does it; holds onto that optimism and that brightness. Everything she’s been through…the things she’s seen and the things she’s done…all of that has been stacked against her. Yet she’s still…Esme.”

“She’s the strongest person I’ve ever known. How many people do you think would have stuck around on that bridge? For someone like me?”

“Not a lot.”

“Yet she did. For some reason. She wasn’t leaving me there. And she had every reason to, believe me.”

“She saw the potential. Things about you that no one else did. Or maybe you just never LET people see them. See YOU.”

“Maybe a bit of both.”

“Maybe…”

“Were you there? When she was born?”

Nik nods. “I was.”

He glances down at his daughter; taking a deep breath and then noisily clearing his throat. A vain attempt at pushing away the emotion that threatens to choke him.

"Tyler…”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being there. For Esme. I’m glad she wasn’t alone.”

“She asked me. If I’d be the one to go in with her. And regardless of what you think, I tried telling her; convincing her to call you and let you know you were going to be a dad. I told her there was nothing for her to be afraid of; you weren’t going to ignore her call or turn her away or question whether or not the baby was yours. That there was nothing she could ever do to make you hate her that much.”

“I didn’t hate her at all. I never did. I loved her. I never STOPPED loving her.”

“And that’s what I told her. That you loved her and missed her and were spending all your time looking for her. That if there was ever a time TO contact you, that was it; the baby was very close to being born, the nursery was done, and the name was picked out. I told her you would be on the next plane there; to be with her and see your daughter come into the world.”

“But…”

“She was scared. Of rejection. Because she loved you, and her heart couldn’t take it; if you wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. I told her that that would never happen, but…”

“She’s pretty damn stubborn.”

Nik nods.

“You know I never got to see that with my son, either? Him being born? I was in Iraq; on my second tour with SASR. We were located just outside of Mosul. Mia was pissed about it; she was already six months pregnant when I signed up to go, and she knew there was no way I’d be back in time. I tried to justify it; I was one of the commanding officers, and they needed all hands on deck. Now I realize it’s just who I was; I wasn’t capable of putting her first. And I probably never even should have tried being a family man. I just didn’t have it in me.”

“You were young. You’d already spent years devoting everything you had to the military. It becomes ingrained in you. The only thing that really matters. Believe me, I know.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I ever really wanted to be. A husband and a father. At least back then.”

“You were in love. And you wanted to make her happy. You were willing to do whatever it took to make that happen.”

“I was. In love. Or I thought I was, at least. Took me until I was thirty-five to figure out it wasn’t the real deal. I think I just settled. The same way Mia did. I wasn’t really her type; she’d always been into lawyers and politicians and businesses. I was just some guy in the army. I wasn’t anything special.”

“To her, you were.”

“Guess she just wanted something different. Someone a little more dangerous. Younger.”

“And you were there. Ready, willing, and able. And lonely.”

“I don’t know what I was. Stupid, for the most part. But I’d lived practically my entire life without a family; my mum was long dead, and I’d already cut my dad out of the picture. Mia was there. I liked being around her. Not that we actually spent a lot of time together, considering her career kept her busy, and I was always being shipped off to different places.”

“And then your son came along…”

“He just sort of happened. We didn’t plan on having kids. She wasn’t even sure she wanted any. I was just so caught up in thinking I was in love and had found my ‘happily ever after’ that I didn’t really give a shit if we had any or not. But things happened, and he came along, and I tried my best to be a good dad. We know how THAT turned out.”

“That one choice you made…that one mistake…doesn’t mean you were a terrible father. It doesn’t negate the good things, Tyler. Or the love you had…you STILL have…for your little boy.”

“It was a hell of a mistake, Nik.”

“Doesn’t change the fact you loved him. That you still do. Or that HE loved YOU.”

“I never thought I’d be a dad again. I had no plans to be one, that’s for sure. I’d already done that once, and it didn’t end well. And then Esme came along and everything changed. I changed. She made me want to be a different person. A BETTER person. She wasn’t like anyone else. I knew that right away.”

“I think she knew that same thing about you.”

“Once she stuck around after Dhaka, I knew that was it. That SHE was it. I don’t regret it, Nik. The way things happened. I know it was the wrong place and totally the wrong time, but I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t change a fucking second. I would take that bullet to my throat a hundred times if it meant I’d be with her.”

She blinks at his honesty.

“When we decided to get the house and started talking about getting married and having a family, I was terrified. Of being a husband and a dad again. I didn’t want to fuck it up. I’d already screwed over one wife; Mia deserved a lot better than I ever gave her. That’s when I told myself it would be different. That I’D be different. I’d be the man that Esme needed and wanted. That she deserved. I’d be a good dad. The one I never had. I would do everything right; I’d be there for my wife, and I’d put my family first, and I wouldn’t be a total fucking failure.”

“You were never a failure, Tyler. You…”

“I used to think about it. Esme being pregnant. Seeing her get bigger and bigger. Feeling the baby move. Making a nursery. Going to all the appointments. I was looking forward to it; going through all of that with her. I’d missed it all the first time, I wasn’t going to miss it again.”

“I know what you’re going to say. I know…”

“That was all taken from me. I never got the chance. I was ready and I was willing, and I was able, and it never happened. Sure, she got pregnant, and the baby came along. But I just didn’t get to know about it. I didn’t get to be part of it, did I.”

“Tyler…”

“I don’t hate you, Nik. Let’s get that out of the way. We’ve been through way too much together. Not to mention everything you did for me after Dhaka and everything you did for Esme and Millie. That you continue to do for them. I could never thank you enough; for keeping Esme safe and for making sure that she didn’t go through everything alone and that she and Millie were taken care of.”

“I don’t need your thanks. They’re my family. So are you.”

“Like I said, I don’t hate you. I might not like you very much right now…”

“And I deserve that. I know I do. But I don’t regret the choices I made. I don’t regret helping Esme or keeping her secrets. And I would do it all again. No questions asked. And I’m sorry if it hurts you to hear that. It was never personal, Tyler. I never did any of that to intentionally hurt you. And I DID try and convince her to contact you. Many times.”

“I really hope that’s true, Nik. That I don’t find out something completely different. Because that whole not hating you thing? That could change. I can’t make any promises.”

******

Nik settles on the lounge chair beside him, stretching out of her legs and setting her clasped hands on her stomach.

“It was a beautiful day.”

Tyler arches a quizzical brow.

“When Millie was born. It was sunny and cool, and the leaves were just starting to change.”

“Seems kinda fitting. That she came along when she did. It was always her mum’s favourite season; Esme used to go on and on about fall in New York City. About how she’d always take walks in Central Park; she loved seeing all the different colours and hearing the leaves crunching under her feet and how the air actually seemed fresh for a change. She made it sound incredible. Beautiful.”

“She has a knack of seeing things differently than we do. She holds onto so much trust and wonder; she sees the beauty in everything. And everyone. She could watch the same sunset a million times and find a million different things to marvel at. I used to tease her about it; almost scold her for being that way. For always seeing the cup as ‘half full’. But now that I think about it, wouldn’t it be better if we all saw it that way?”

“She’s just different, Nik. From what we’re used to. We’ve all been through hell and back. In one way or another. And somehow she’s still like that. I used to give her shit for it, too. Always said she was setting herself up for disappointment if she kept seeing the world like she did. Seeing the good in everyone no matter how shitty they treated her. Even told her how stupid it all seemed; that she was being naive and childish and she was just going to get hurt.”

“If anything…anyone…is a breath of fresh air…”

“I realize now that if she didn’t see things the way she did? Millie wouldn’t even exist. Esme wouldn’t have stayed on that bridge. Dhaka wouldn’t have happened the way it did. The things that went down between the two of us. She wouldn’t even have given me a second look. She would have just seen me as a huge mess. A liability. And moved on with her life.”

“I know you talk about how she came along when you needed it the most, but have you ever thought that maybe you did too? That you came along when she needed you to? Because despite all that light and that brightness and that love for the world and everyone in it, there was a very broken and lonely woman…little girl, even…under all of it. I would see it sometimes; this sadness that would just take over. When she’d just seem so lost and vulnerable and hurting. That changed. When she met you. I saw it in that hospital. All that time she was holding on and fighting for you, she was holding on and fighting for herself too. She wanted to be what YOU needed. And what you deserved.”

“She is way more than I have ever deserved.”

”But she doesn’t see it that way. She doesn’t see YOU that way. You came along, and you pulled her out of a really dark, horrible place. And I know it’s hard to see that when you’re in a pretty bad place yourself, but it’s true. The two of you found each other when you both needed it the most. She didn’t just save YOU, Tyler. You saved her too. In more ways than one.”

Swallowing around the lump of emotion sitting square in his throat, his fingers moving through Millie’s damp hair as he nods slowly, considering Nik’s words.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions. About the last five years. About Millie. Maybe even about before she was born. If there’s anything you want to ask or know about it or I can help you understand better…”

“How was it? The pregnancy? Was it really hard on her? Were there any complications? I mean, I assume everything went okay, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, but…”

“It was pretty uneventful. There were no scares. No real health issues. Yaz and I got a place in the city. We wanted to be close by; to keep an eye on her, make sure she was taking care of herself and that she got everything she…and the baby…needed. She was never alone, Tyler. Not physically, anyway. We were there when she needed us. Maybe too much at times. I’m sure we annoyed her a lot. I know I can be pretty assertive and overwhelming at times. And Yaz…”

“He’s always had a hard-on for her. I don’t think her being pregnant changed that. Knowing that little freak, it probably made it even better in his mind.”

Nik laughs. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s been harmless. He’s always known he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“I mean, she has bad taste in men, but it’s not THAT bad.”

“He was so into things. He loved the idea of being an uncle. He was constantly buying Miillie things; always showing up with toys and outfits and things Esme could put away until she was older. And when we found out it was a girl? He got even worse. That kid was going to be the biggest, most spoiled princess on earth.”

“Esme knew? That it was going to be a girl?”

“She didn’t want to know at first. She was pretty adamant about waiting. Letting it be a surprise. But she ended up caving. At the very last ultrasound. And low and behold, baby Rake was a little girl. We always called Millie that. By your last name. It might not be that on paper, but we talked openly about it. You were always on her mind, Tyler. There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t think about you. TALK about you. You may not have been there, but to Esme, that baby was just as much yours as it was hers.”

“I would have been there. If she’d called me out of nowhere and told me about the baby, I would have gotten on the first flight out of Australia. Nothing…no one…could have stopped me from being there. Not you, not Winston, not The High Table. No one.”

“And she knew that. Which is why she was determined NOT to tell you. I’m not saying she made the right decision. Or that I agree with how she handled things. But it was not my place to tell you. Especially about Millie. I couldn’t betray her, Tyler. Not even for you.”

“As hurt as I am, as PISSED as I am, I’m just glad she wasn’t alone. That people were there for her. I fucking hate I didn’t get the chance, but it’s never really about me, has it? It’s about her and Millie. Especially Millie. Always has been. And that’s the way it should be.”

“Esme was having that baby no matter what. Not once did she ever think about not having her. Let alone talk about it. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy and she was lonely and sad and missed you every second of every day. Millie was part of you. Her only connection to you. And there was no way she was giving that up.”

“She’s always wanted to be a mum. She talked about it a lot. When we lived in The Kimberley. About coming close with Mark and having that taken away from her. I don’t think she ever got over that. And I knew one day it would happen; she and I would get our shit together, and we’d start a family. I didn’t think it would happen this way, mind you.”

“She never stopped thinking about you, Tyler. Loving you. She talked about you all the time. About wishing you could be there. So, please…PLEASE…don’t ever think she didn’t want you in her life. Or Millie’s life. Because nothing could be further from the truth. That baby was all she had. Aside from Yaz and I, Millie was her only connection to you. And no one could take that away from her. She wouldn’t let them.”

“Did she ever talk about me to Millie?”

“Maybe not by name. But even she was just a tiny baby. Millie heard stories about you. And all good, believe me. Esme has NEVER said a bad word about you to that little girl. And she always promised that she’d take Millie to meet you; that one day they’d go to Australia and track you down and let you meet each other.”

“Esme had chances. She’s had four years, Nik. She…”

“She had to be ready. She had to get over all that fear and worry she had. I couldn’t force her to just stop being that way. We’ve already established how stubborn she is. But I’d be honest with her; I’d tell her that she needed to contact you and you had the right to know you were a dad. That you deserved to be part of Millie’s life. But other than that, there wasn’t much I could do.”

“What about when Millie was old enough to start asking questions? What did she tell her then?”

“She would tell Millie that her dad was a good person. A big man with an even bigger heart. That he lived far away and one day, they’d go and visit him. And that she loved him very much. She always would.”

His voice quivers with emotion. “I don’t even know what to say. What IS there to say?”

“I know it hurts, Tyler. What Esme did. Having your child kept from you. I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re feeling. But you need to know that it wasn’t done maliciously. It started with her wanting to protect you, then ended up being about wanting to protect herself.”

“From me? She didn’t need to protect herself from me. I’ve never been a threat to you. I have never hurt her. I’ve never raised my voice, let alone a hand to her. I never would. I’d kill myself if I ever got that way. If I ever laid even a finger on her in THAT way…”

“She was protecting her heart. She was scared, Tyler. That you’d turn her away. That you’d turn MILLIE away.”

“That would never…EVER…happen. No matter how pissed or hurt I was.”

“Rationally, she knew that. But fear…and love for that matter…don’t always have us thinking…or acting…rationally.”

Sighing, he glances down at Millie; running a fingertip down the bridge of her nose and then pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Would you like more?” Nik asks. “Kids?”

“I’d love more. I’d love to go through it all with her. I WANT that, That experience. With HER.”

“But…”

“But it’s kinda selfish, isn’t it? Wanting it for ME. She has to want it too.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that. Something tells me she’s on the same page. She loves being a mom. And she’s good at it. Damn good.”

“She’s an amazing mum. I couldn’t have asked for a better mother for my kid.”

“You’re going to get your ‘normal’. Your ‘happily ever after’. It won’t be much longer now.”

He nods in agreement. “Thank you, Nik. For telling me all of this. I needed to hear it. Esme can say it all until she’s blue in the face, but hearing it from someone else?”

“It’s a different viewpoint. Coming from an outsider looking in. I just didn’t want you to think she never wanted you in her life, In Millie’s life. Because she did. She missed you, Tyler. Every second of every day. And believe me, I know she wishes she could change things. Go back in time and make different decisions.”

“I told her I wouldn’t want that. When you change one thing, you change everything. I believe that. And even if it were possible, I wouldn’t risk it. I wouldn’t risk a damn thing.”

Smiling, she reaches out and lays a hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing. “It was never about her not loving you, Tyler. It was always about how much she DID.”

[shoujoboy-restart]

16-year-old non-binary student Nex Benedict was beaten to death at Owasso High School in Oklahoma.

Self-described stochastic terrorist and January 6th Capitol rioter Chaya Raichik, owner of the social media account Libs of TikTok, has become infamous for her viral harassment and moral panic campaigns targeting minorities— with an emphasis on vilifying LGBTQ+ existence. Since 2021, Raichik’s posts targeting advocates for and members of the LGBTQ+ community have been followed with a deluge of violent death threats (including lynching threats against the Los Angeles Unified School District). Nowhere has Raichik’s influence been more visible than Oklahoma, where her anti-LGBTQ+ exploits earned her an official position on the Oklahoma Department of Education’s Library Media Advisory Committee by controversial far-right Superintendent Ryan Walters. Under Walters’ leadership, Oklahoma has been aggressively working to ban books and education on LGBTQ+ issues in schools across the state, with Oklahoma’s Attorney General Gentner Drummond stating that proposed rules to ban LGBTQ+ books and content were “unconstitutional and cannot be enforced.” It’s been confirmed that Raichik’s posts have fueled multiple bomb threats against schools specifically in Oklahoma. Officials from Oklahoma told NBC News that they believe Chaya Raichik’s anti-LGBTQ+ culture warring “sparked threats in their localities with her posts on social media that digitally heckle people such as drag performers, LGBTQ teachers and doctors who treat transgender patients.”   One of these instances was at the Owasso School District (just outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma). In 2022, Chaya Raichik targeted an Owasso teacher for speaking out in support of LGBTQ+ students who lacked acceptance from their parents. Raichik’s post was shared thousands of times on social media and resulted in the teacher getting condemned and harassed until they resigned. The posts Raichik made about the teacher were later deleted, but have been archived. It’s unclear what prompted the deletion of the posts by Raichik. We know Raichik’s Libs of TikTok posts have contributed to a culture of intolerance against LGBTQ+ youth in schools, and now this hate may be manifesting beyond mere threats. This month, a non-binary 16-year-old student at Owasso High School was brutally murdered in the girl’s restroom. According to local news outlets and family, Nex Benedict was beaten by three older female students. The mother of Benedict’s best friend told KJRH News that "one of the girls was pretty much repeatedly beating [Benedict’s] head across the floor.” Reports say Benedict was unable to take themselves to the nurse’s office after a teacher finally intervened in the brutal assault. For reasons that remain unclear, Owasso High School refused to call an ambulance for 16-year-old Nex Benedict, who died from their injuries in the hospital the next day. A motive for this killing has not been shared by law enforcement, but we know that schools in Oklahoma have been specifically pushing violent eliminationist rhetoric against transgender and non-binary youth— a fact exemplified by the state’s hiring of Chaya Raichik following her incitements of terror against the state’s schools over LGBTQ+ rights.  “This is the inevitable result of the anti trans moral panic,” said civil rights attorney Alejandra Caraballo, who shared an article about Benedict’s death published by the Pittsburgh Lesbian Correspondents Blog. “This is horrifying, and comes as lawmakers are increasingly spreading fear over trans people in bathrooms,” wrote LGBTQ+ journalist and advocate Erin Reed regarding this murder.

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WIP Wednesday

Featuring: Jonathan and the mortifying ordeal of enjoying your Baby Boomer parents’ music!

From Tonight, Tonight, The Highway’s Bright:

“What’s on this?” the front-desk lady asked, frowning at the cassette tape. “You know we listen to these backwards, too.”

She squinted up at Jonathan, who was suddenly very aware of the hollows under his eyes and the cooking-oil smell that he felt sure still clung to his hair. He’d made an effort, washing his face and hands in the bathroom at Drummond’s and swapping his T-shirt for a navy sweater with yellow stripes, but there’d been no time to go back to the apartment and shower, let alone take a nap. Another old-house nightmare had broken up his sleep last night.

“It’s folk, mostly,” he said, attempting to sound meek instead of annoyed. He had long shifts and bad dreams; that didn’t mean that he was trying to send Satanic messages to his sick mother. “It’s nice. Soothing.”

He’d listened to the tape himself on the drive down to Pennhurst. It was full of stuff from the sixties: Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, Joan Baez, Tom Paxton, Peter Sarstedt, the Everly Brothers after they’d started making weird concept albums instead of chipper malt-shop pop. It wasn’t his usual style at all. He preferred more concise lyrics, and all the acoustic strumming just made him sleepy. Yet listening to “Farewell, Angelina” and “Shady Grove” while surrounded by the ghosts of Mom’s Camels had an almost hypnotizing effect, making the worries of the day seem less sharp and pressing. Maybe the tape would do the same for her.

The front-desk lady—Dolores, according to her badge—didn’t respond, just turned the tape over in her thin, knobby hands. It occurred to him that Joan Baez might be as offensive to her as Iron Maiden or the Sex Pistols. She was the right age to have been scandalized by Elvis (or, he thought uncharitably, Scott Joplin). He wondered if she (or the mysterious “we” she’d mentioned) would deem the lyrics too disturbing for a schizophrenic person. He thought of the pirates in “Farewell, Angelina,” shooting tin cans with a sawed-off shotgun while the neighbors cheered and clapped. He loved those lyrics; they reminded him of the people of Hawkins, cheerfully turning out for the spectacle of his family’s destruction. Joan Baez—or, rather, Bob Dylan, who’d written the song—had probably had something completely different in mind, but he didn’t care. He’d take vindication where he could find it.

From Tomorrow’s a Long Way Off (warning for allusions to domestic violence, plus Lonnie saying a bunch of gross inappropriate sexist shit, including about Joyce, below the cut):

“You gotta let these girls know where things stand, right at the start,” Lonnie said, turning the key in the ignition. The stereo started playing The Rolling Stones. “You can’t let them walk all over you. Give an inch, and they’ll take a mile.”

Yeah, thought Jonathan, they might start thinking that you shouldn’t call them crazy bitches and throw things at them.

“Mind if I turn this up?” he asked, gesturing at the stereo. “I like this song.”

“Sure,” Lonnie said. He pulled out of the parking space and started down Main Street. “What was that one you liked when you were little? You used to kind of bob up and down to it. God, you were funny.”

“Street Fighting Man,” said Jonathan.

Despite himself, he smiled. He could remember crouching in front of the record player on the shag carpet, trying to get closer to the music and its strange, rollicking beat. Lonnie saying hey, Joyce, the kid’s got taste. His mom beaming, hugely pregnant with Will and wearing some long hippie dress with orange flowers.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Lonnie was also smiling. It made him look older, nicer. Then he sighed. “It was easier when I was a kid, you know. Even girls thought women’s lib was a joke. Course, they still wanted their own way, but…”

He trailed off and drummed on the steering wheel. But you’ll never break, never break, never break, went the stereo. Jonathan stayed quiet.

“Well, I don’t know,” Lonnie continued. “I guess we got nothing to complain about. Back then, good girls didn’t give it up. Hell, most bad girls didn’t go all the way. Hey, you wanna know which one your mom was?”

Jonathan’s mouth went dry.

“No,” he snapped. “Why would I want to know that?”

Lonnie just laughed.

“Lighten up, kid. It was just a joke.”

Jonathan didn’t reply. Joke or not, it had been a gross thing to say. He looked out the window, watching the buildings get sparser. They were almost at the edge of town.

“You don’t know how good you have it,” Lonnie continued, apparently unbothered. “None of it means anything now.”

[phoebe-twiddle]

Between rounds, Britta and her family moved in with Evie. They started in an apartment but it was kind of buggy, so mid-round they moved into this house (28 High Road) by @executables-sims. I didn't do a good job documenting this round. (2 pictures below the cut)

Grey dies in the bathroom of their old apartment. RIP.

Britta loses her job.

That's all I documented. I played this round quite a while ago so I don't remember much else that happened... Melody (the youngest Drummond) moved to university. That's all I got. 😅

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from the discard pile: Ed and Stede retirement

I woke up last week with this intro full-formed in my head and had to get it down before I lost it.  Setting it free before it starts to gather an actual story around it like a girl about to text her ex in a bar bathroom.

In the city of St. Augustine, just a few blocks in from the docks, there is a shop.  It's gone through several different hands and sold several different things - shoes, hats, and most recently, fish - but currently it's what's known to locals as The Gift Shop.  This is on account of the sign, which is painted in gaudy gilt on black, and takes up nearly the whole door.  It reads:

THE CAPTAIN'S CABINET purveyor of fine FABRICS, delightful DELICACIES,  curious CURIOS, & FISHING EQUIPMENT such as one might buy as a GIFT for friends and loved ones brought to you by Mssrs DRUMMOND and THOMAS, ESQ

(Old Bill, down at the tavern, once got up the nerve to ask Mr. Drummond what ESQ stood for.  Mr. Drummond, according to Old Bill, only shrugged and said, "Sounds fancy, innit?"

No further questions on the subject were asked.)

Mssrs Drummond and Thomas - or the Captains, as they're most often called, on account of the sign, and on account of how a bit of a respect seems safer, like - are an odd sight even in the hustle and bustle of a port town, not the least because they're rarely seen out of each other's company.  Mr. Drummond wears his silver hair as long as a lady's and his chin as smooth as a gentleman, and his coats are gaudy as gadflies and dyed bright as spring.  Mr. Thomas wears no coats at all, on account of the heat, but he keeps his shirts as white as snow and his whiskers immaculate, and somehow his boots are always shining-black despite the muck and dust of the streets.  Legend has it that the first cutpurse to try his luck against the pair lost two fingers and the contents of his bowels, and fled the city shortly thereafter.  None since have been brave enough to try again.

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Old Draft: Cold as ice rn my pressure is so low it’s stinging throughout the body n my chest is paining my lips are quivering wid any like sensation my chest feels too tight & weird.

Click on the inspiration board for better quality, it looks best however in my camera roll cuz it gets rasterised once published on twitter n other social media apps

I had created these moodboards long back. I was talking about them the other day, ppl will hate ‘em cuz they might find them childish idk but there’s a lot of significance attached to each one. I’m not in the state to elaborate further but you can read my article which is scheduled for 7th Mar it has all the details www.lilacnights.com/post/my-little-barista I have never felt so numb before my bp is too low and I’m feeling like this is my last day.

Speaking of the other bathroom moodboard, my parents had just given me a raw area even 10 yrs ago when I was in my teens my living conditions were very poor I was inexperienced and I had no help (even now I don’t) so I don’t want ppl to assume I’m very happy with all my stuff or I have my family’s support & that I’m just being “whiny” for no reason. They don’t care about me… they pretend in front of strangers. The bathroom was partially tiled (I’m not in the state to write my pressure is severely low so is my heartrate n I’m very numb) it was partially tiled it was embarrassing, one cud even see the raw grouted masoned wall there, the tub had no skirting it was again just a drop in tub which they’d dumped inside (haphazardly) there was fungus growing on my shampoo and other Bath stuff, I can barely breathe rn I am not obliged to give any explanations there was no towel ring or even a wash basin stand I wud wash my hands in the outside bathroom I wud go all the way there now I’m bed ridden (luckily I renovated everything) I was made to cry when I called someone from urban clap to fix a stand there and what’s worse is that he fixed it in a slant manner it was so tilted that my clothes would get wet the WC was leaking so were all the attachments in the shower area but my mother kept challenging me and fighting as to why I had to renovate it (I used it that way for TEN LONG YEARS an entire decade) I was made to cry LIKE HELL even in my horrible health condition and I was abused a lot…

I had somehow renovated it in 2021, unfortunately now I’ll have to do it again because of some major fault on the plumber’s part + other irrémédiable issues. I was also surprised to learn that our own Indian brand is keeping their classic range only for show here at the orientation centre and EXPORTING everything to UK & Dubai where they already have other alternatives such as Drummonds and Burlington, they have the entire set with the crutch and the hand shower THERE whereas in India everything has to be purchased separately and that too they have DISCONTINUED the crutch (HERE) without which its useless, our own crutch which is made in Rajasthan is exported there and they’ve kept this classic range only for show, everything is reserved for exports. Whatever looks ugly or has that local masculine design (every other local brand has the same products only the labels differ) is kept for Indians, we are beggars or what? All the classic, heritage stuff is sent there for what? To compete with other rival brands? They are so stingy and frugal when it comes to Indian customers that they kept only ONE piece/unit in the thermostatic model and divided that also into 2 halves, just like Greek God Zeus who had split soulmates out of intimidation, the top part is sent to Delhi and the back concealed component is kept for Mumbai! How stupid? It has been rendered useless for both the cities now. I somehow procured the crutch from an old stock (box packed) and I was continuously getting a rusted concealed back unit (thermostat which is super pricey) from everywhere cuz they were rotating the same damaged piece, I somehow got in touch with another dealer and ordered it from the main hub but it was the same one from that “pair” which had no front component cuz that was lying in Delhi. So I got the front also from an old stock it has scratches but at the back of the plate so they won’t be visible. It has those beveled edges typical hotelier style which I wanted since long but I can’t elaborate further like I said, I can explain everything detail probably in person… wish I had someone to talk to I’ve always been passionate about designing and interiors in fact everything, give me any topic. All I want to say is STOP smuggling what’s meant for us - Indians… all the way to UK & Dubai. You are an Indian brand, I love the quality and make I was so excited for this I’d planned it since Nov, I got it somewhere in the first week of Dec or so (last year) but we were still struggling for the top thermostat (front and back both) and hell no I’ll never put those ugly local designs in my bathroom. I have my soap jar and other apothecary stuff there I will never compromise. I’m a lot into designing… I was going to recommend everyone to pick both your brand as well as this particular range but then I realised people won’t be able to buy anything cuz you don’t keep all this stuff for Indians. We want the crutch which comes with the Victorian set, it’s an essential, and the entire range all the models (black and white both) I was so happy with the make and mechanism but I ended up being really disappointed.

I can’t write much, people even buy your freestanding bathtubs in India we have all started buying that I’ve seen the reviews, for such bathtubs we require bigger spouts too and this was much more ideal I even opened the autocad to check if the thermostatic one which I’d selected had a single outlet or not cuz I didn’t want anything with a diverter I have a bathtub I needed something right there for my hand to reach while sitting inside the tub hence we had to spend more and I didn’t want the 3 way one, this set has a different spout which is better than the ones we are commonly getting in abroad they all have a flat nose, whereas this has a round ribbed border which looks more expensive and a mesh filter plate inside, I needed one with a crutch cuz I don’t have more room there to fit both my soap tray as well as the shower bracket and I’ve optimised whatever space I had skilfully to keep all my apothecary jars and everything to have a full sized vanity, a free standing almost 1700 mm bathtub… (cuz again you don’t get smaller ones in India where bathrooms are matchbox sized) and all kinds of other things even wall art and frames.

So I needed one with a crutch provision not a bracket, secondly the long bend exposed pipe would’ve been difficult to put there as I have a highlighter tile which is running throughout the bathroom lastly it had a tap not a spout which is a bit unappealing moreover its not long enough to enter my tub completely so all the bubble bath solution would’ve ended up at the edges (cuz it has to be poured right under the faucet in running water) and last but not the least this was my main reason - we could’ve spent half the amount but we opted for the thermostat mainly because the 3 way one had a pull and twist knob on the tap to switch between Bath spout and hand shower and I wanted the one with a lever/dongle cuz of my previous experience (which was horrible) with Kohler no offence and with wet hands it’s anyway difficult but yeah Kohler’s spout was faulty. I wanted to make a budget bathroom so I got from there but I went wrong because I also realised that all my stuff is very common Kohler has only one design or product in each category and they are promoting the same 1-2 things everywhere which means I ended up with something really common, faulty and boring. Nothing vintage or whatever we want, just the typical semi modern 2003 stuff. I’m very happy with this one (I haven’t used it yet but I saw all the functioning with the lever and knobs) and this is exactly why I wanted it, I have put the entire thing together as a set & I matched the the bottom mixer with the thermostatic one on top for my overhead shower to have 2 separate modes, I’ll be able to use the overhead along with the hand shower BOTH AT THE SAME TIME secondly I was looking for a budget mixer again but that too was discontinued and we anyway would’ve had to upturn the outlet flang or whatever from behind cuz it was meant for filling pails and buckets, now after the thermostat my shower portion is gonna have a modern touch because of how they’ve designed it, when you are paying so much you are getting that typical shower console look with black insets, they aren’t illuminated because they are not digital (that is usually there in a 50k to 1 lakh unit) however you do get the console with that typical look and everything since its an automatic model and I even edited all my stuff including the renders to make them more realistic for my moodboard cuz I was not able to find real life images. Ab naak mat kataiyen cuz ppl might show interest and none of this is easily available for Indians… it’s the classic range which should be manufactured and supplied in full swing/bulk please do that why is India always lagging behind? There’s an entire cult following including me for this Victorian style everywhere in abroad but in India we are not getting it easily especially in Mumbai.

- Zara Sauleh

[ardatli]

We went to see Jurassic World: Dominion, because with the number of dinosaur fanatics in this house, it was not a choice.

Oh dear God, you guys. That was three hours of my life I will NEVER get back. In lieu of a review, have some screenshots of my rant to the groupchat from the bathroom right after the movie. (replies redacted).

Bottom line: don't pay to go see this movie. This would be great to see on the big screen, but this is one where you make someone else pay for your ticket, or catch it on super-cheap matinee day.

[Image description: a series of screenshots of a Whatsapp chat, cut and pasted to remove other people's replies.

Text: Jurassic World Dominion is an extremely bad movie, guys.

Extremely bad.

The dinosaur effects are excellent, but it is an unmitigated failure of filmmaking in every other aspect possible

The dinosaurs are great,but don't pay full price

I think I slapped my forehead or said "you must be fucking kidding me" at least five or six times

I spotted three people on their phones throughout

and there are BUGS

Many, many extremely large locusts

Half the movie is attempting to be a remake of The Beginning Of The End. The other half was a montages of every other action movie ever made, badly.

Like, literally shots from Temple of Doom

On the plus side, DeWanda Wise plays Han Solo extremely well. She's the best part of the movie.

Bryce Dallas Howard spends 90% of her screen time being in Perils of Pauline, so she can be rescued and make googly eyes at Bubba Pratt her Manly Man Rescuer Protector Bro

She husks corn and makes jam, guys. She's a backwoods cabin Ree Drummond.

But the dinosaurs were gorgeous. Credit where credit is due - the animation team knocked it out of the park

The first Jurassic Park was excellent

Number three was reasonable

This one was even worse than predicted, and I did not have high hopes going in.

This one took the stupidest plot points of Fallen Kingdom and said 'hold my beer'

And retconned some to make even less sense.

Image description ended.]

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Effective Mold Removal in Drummonds TN: Tips and Tricks You Need to Know

Effective Mold Removal in Drummonds TN: Tips and Tricks You Need to Know

Why Mold Removal is Important

Mold is a serious problem that can cause health issues for you and your family. Whether it's in your home or business, mold can spread quickly and cause damage to the structure and fixtures. If left untreated, mold can lead to serious health issues including respiratory problems, allergies, and even cancer. That is why it's so important to address any mold issues as soon as possible.

The Challenges of Mold Removal in Drummonds TN

Mold removal in Drummonds TN can be particularly challenging due to the humid climate and high levels of moisture in the air. The key to effective mold removal is to identify the source of the moisture and eradicate it. The good news is that with the right tools and expertise, mold removal in Drummonds TN can be successfully accomplished.

Tips and Tricks for Effective Mold Removal

If you're dealing with mold in your home or business, there are a few tips and tricks that can help. The first step is to identify the source of the moisture and fix it. Once you've fixed the issue, you can start the mold removal process. This typically involves cleaning the affected area with a mixture of bleach and water and using a HEPA filter to remove any spores in the air. In more severe cases, it may be necessary to hire a professional mold removal company to handle the job.

By following these tips and tricks, you can effectively remove mold from your home or business and create a healthy living environment for you and your family or employees.

Why Prevention is Key to Effective Mold Removal

Prevention is key to effective mold removal. If you can prevent mold from growing in the first place, you'll save yourself time, money, and the health risks associated with mold exposure. Some of the most effective ways to prevent mold include controlling moisture levels in your home or business, using dehumidifiers in damp areas, and ensuring proper ventilation in areas prone to moisture, such as bathrooms and kitchens.

Another important aspect of prevention is regular maintenance. Regularly inspecting your property for leaks or water damage and fixing any issues promptly can prevent mold from growing. It's also important to regularly clean areas prone to moisture, such as basements and crawl spaces, to prevent mold spores from taking hold.

Effective Mold Removal Services in Drummonds TN

If you have a mold problem in your home or business, it's important to work with a professional mold removal company. A professional mold removal company will have the tools, expertise, and experience necessary to remove the mold safely and effectively. They'll also be able to identify the source of the moisture and take steps to prevent mold from returning.

When choosing a mold removal company, look for one that is licensed, insured, and experienced in removing mold. Don't be afraid to ask for references or to check their online reviews. By working with a professional mold removal company, you can have peace of mind knowing that the mold has been effectively removed and your property is safe for you and your family or employees.

Signs You May Have Mold in Your Home or Business

Knowing the signs of mold can help you address the issue before it becomes a serious problem. Some common signs of mold include a musty smell, water stains or discoloration on walls or ceilings, and visible mold growth on surfaces. Other signs may include health symptoms such as sneezing, coughing, or skin irritation. If you suspect that you have mold in your home or business, it's important to address the issue as soon as possible.

Don't ignore any signs of mold in your home or business, no matter how minor they may seem. Mold can spread quickly and cause serious damage to your property and your health. By taking steps to prevent mold growth and addressing any issues promptly, you can ensure that your property remains safe and healthy for years to come.

The Dangers of DIY Mold Removal

While DIY mold removal may seem like a cost-effective solution, it can be very dangerous. Mold spores can become airborne during the removal process and exposure to these spores can cause serious health problems, particularly for those with allergies or respiratory issues. In addition, improper removal methods can actually spread the mold and make the problem worse.

It's always best to work with a professional mold removal company when dealing with a mold problem in your home or business. A professional mold removal company will have the tools, expertise, and experience necessary to safely and effectively remove the mold. They'll also be able to identify the source of the moisture and take steps to prevent mold from returning. By working with a professional mold removal company, you can ensure that the job is done right and your property is safe for you and your family or employees.

Why Time is of the Essence with Mold Removal

Time is of the essence when it comes to mold removal. If you wait too long, the mold can spread quickly and cause serious damage to your property and your health. In addition, mold remediation can become more expensive the longer you wait to address the issue. That's why it's important to address any mold issues as soon as possible.

If you suspect that you have mold in your home or business, don't wait to take action. Contact a professional mold removal company to assess the situation and begin the remediation process. By taking swift action, you can prevent further damage to your property and ensure that your living or working environment is safe and healthy.

Final Notes

Dealing with mold is a serious issue that can have a significant impact on your health and the health of those around you. The key to effective mold removal is prevention and swift action. By controlling moisture levels in your home or business and addressing any mold issues promptly, you can prevent mold from becoming a major problem.

Here are the main points to take away from this article:

Mold is a serious health hazard that can spread quickly and cause damage to your property.

Prevention is key to effective mold removal.

Regular maintenance and cleaning can prevent mold from growing.

Hiring a professional mold removal company is the best way to safely and effectively remove mold from your property.

DIY mold removal can be dangerous and spread the mold, making the problem worse.

Time is of the essence when it comes to mold removal.

If you suspect that you have a mold problem in your home or business, don't hesitate to take action. Contact a professional mold removal company to assess the situation and begin the remediation process. By taking swift action and following the tips outlined in this article, you can effectively remove mold from your property and create a healthy living or working environment.

References:

Environmental Protection Agency. (2021, May 20). A Brief Guide to Mold, Moisture, and Your Home. https://www.epa.gov/sites/production/files/2016-10/documents/moldguide12.pdf

ServiceMaster Restore. (n.d.). Mold Removal Services. https://www.servicemasterrestore.com/residential/mold-removal

National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences. (2021, July 13). Mold. https://www.niehs.nih.gov/health/topics/agents/mold/index.cfm

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[chickensarentcheap]

In a Heartbeat: Chapter Four

Fandom: Extraction

PAIRING: TYLER RAKE AND ESME DRUMMOND (ESTABLISHED OFC)

WARNINGS: angst. Big time angst.

SUMMARY:  Dhaka nearly ended everything before it even began.  In it’s aftermath and with Tyler’s life teetering on the threshold between life and death, Esme is about to realize just how strong she can be.  And that love happens when it happens. There’s no rules. No rhyme or reason. No timeline.  

Tagging: @tragiclyhip @munstysmind @themaradwrites @youflickedtooharddamnit @secretaryunpaid @asirensrage @thebejeweledwatercat @karimac @residentdormouse @kmc1989 @ninjasawakenedmystar @alisbackalleybbq @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciation @occommunity @theesirenteller

Warnings: none really. Just some canon stuff from E2.

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48691714/chapters/129185005

My tag list is OPEN. Please let me know if you'd like to be added :D

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TWO MONTHS LATER

“I hope we don’t forget anything,” Esme laments, hands on her hips as she surveys the room. “It’s not like we can just hop in the car and head over here to pick shit up.”

“What’s there to forget? I came in here with basically nothing.”

“I’ve bought all kinds of things since then. Not to mention everything Nik has picked up for us along the way.”

With her head cocked to the side and an index digit pressed to her lips, she uses the fingers of her free hand to count out the various items, announcing each out loud. Brand new sneakers, t-shirts, several pairs of sweatpants, and shorts were all purchased to be worn during his gruelling and often painful physiotherapy sessions. A handful of smaller personal effects: toothbrush and paste, electric razor, brush and comb. And a brand new winter jacket, beanie, and boots for the start of their life in Austria.

Tyler winces as he gingerly rises from the couch across the room; using both the coffee table and a simple, black metal cane for balance and support. That morning’s final rehab session had seemed especially brutal; an already weary and aching body pushed even further past its limits. Yet it’s a welcomed pain, a sign that things are working correctly and that he’s healing and well on his way to recovery. And while he isn’t thrilled about having to use an assistive device or having to sport the brace that keeps his surgically repaired right knee stabilized, it’s far better than the alternative of not being able to walk at all.

Or, worse, being dead.

He slowly makes his way towards her. “What about my other boots?”

“What other boots?”

“The ones I had on my feet. When I was brought in here.”

“Babe, I threw those out the first day.”

He scowls.

“I tried, believe me. I wanted to save them. But they were completely unsalvageable.”

“They were practically brand new.”

“Brand new a decade ago, maybe. They had definitely seen better days. They were a complete mess BEFORE Dhaka ever happened. I promise I did my very best. That I tried everything I could think of short of giving them mouth-to-mouth. They flatlined. There was no hope.”

It’s the truth. She HAD tried to salvage them. And the bulletproof tact vest that he’d been wearing. And she can vividly remember the moment she’d stood at the sink in one of the many public bathrooms, working her fingers raw as she used scalding hot water and soap from a hand dispenser to vigorously and relentlessly scrub at all of the blood. It had still been damp and fresh, and the smell of copper had hung heavily in the air; the water, soap suds, and the porcelain of the sink turning a bright, furious red. And she had sobbed until she was breathless and gasping for air; tears streaming down her face as her desperate and terrified brain tried to make sense of where she was, what had happened, and just what she thought she would accomplish.

He’s going to use them again, she had argued. Common sense no longer her friend and ally. He’s going to be okay, and he’s going to wear these, so they need to be clean.

They HAVE to be clean.

“Those were my favourite ones. I had them for years. And you just go and throw them out? What…?”

“I’ll buy you another pair.” Her response -and tone of voice- is far more curt and aggressive than necessary. And she immediately regrets it; noticing the concern that darkens his eyes and furrows his brow. “Maybe you’ll like them better,” she quickly adds and throws in a half-assed smile.

It was the stroll down memory lane; the visit to that dark and scary place that she has no desire to ever return to. But the harsh reality is that while she may never step foot in Dhaka again, it will forever be etched in her mind and upon her soul. A traumatic and harrowing experience that haunts her in the dead of night and on those early, rainy or snowy mornings; when the house is still and eerily quiet and she has too much time on her hands to think.

“Esme…” Tentatively reaching out for her, his knuckles skim along her cheek, hating the tears that sparkle in her eyes and the way both lower and chin tremble as she fights back her emotions. “...I was joking. Just giving you a hard time. Teasing you. I didn’t…”

“I’m sorry. For snapping at you. I guess I’m just really overwhelmed. It’s hitting home, you know? We are FINALLY getting out of here. And in less than ten hours, we’re going to be starting a whole new life. In Austria. Together.”

“Is that a bad thing or…?”

“No! God no! I have been waiting almost nine months for this. For you to be healthy enough to walk out of here. This is everything I have wanted for so long; for you to get back on your feet and for us to hide ourselves away and concentrate on each other.”

“And you’re not doubting your decision or questioning whether or not we’re doing the right thing?”

“Are you?”

“I asked you first.”

“I’ve never questioned if I’ve done the right thing. Not when it comes to you. Do YOU have cold feet?”

“I’m a little nervous,” he admits. “Last time I lived with someone, it didn’t end so well. And it was mostly my fault. Guess I’m just worried I’m gonna fuck it up. That I’m going to end up being a huge failure and you’re going regret every hooking up with me and…”

“That’s NOT going to happen. It’s NEVER going to happen. And what if it’s the other way around? What if I drive you so batshit insane, YOU regret ever meeting ME?”

“Esme, I love you. More than I ever thought I could love someone. But you weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. You’re small enough to carry around in my pocket. I think I can handle you.”

“Well, you know that say; about tiny people being the ones you really have to watch out for. We’re sketchy, cagey little things. Everyone underestimates us.”

“What are you going to do? Bite me in the shins? Head butt me in the nuts like an angry goat?”

“Did you honestly just compare me to livestock?”

“Goats are little and cute. You’re little and cute. It’s an accurate comparison.”

“That isn’t the smooth and effortless save you think it is.”

“If you ever do come at me, all I have to do is…” Placing palm flat on the top of her head, he easily holds her at arm’s length. “...and that’ll keep you right where you are until you calm down. Can’t even take a swing at me. Your arms won’t reach that far.”

“Is this how it’s going to be? For the rest of our lives? You taking cheap shots just because I happen to be vertically challenged?”

“Vertically challenged?” He chuckles when she slaps his hand away. “That’s what the kids are calling it these days? You’re not just a short ass anymore?”

Smirking, she returns her back to him, returning to the open duffle bag in the middle of the bed. “You are really pushing your luck, buddy. You’re already on my second-to-last nerve, and we haven’t even gotten to Austria yet. All the shit I’ve done for you in the past nine months, and this is the thanks I get? This is how you show your gratitude? By making fun of me?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Draping a forearm across her collarbone, both knee and back crack when he bends down to press a kiss to her temple. “ I’m sorry that you’re freakishly small. And that your parents’ DNA screwed up somewhere along the way, and you haven’t grown since you were twelve.”

Smirking, she directs a playful elbow into his stomach. “Asshole.”

“You’re just way too easy to pick on. You know I only do it to get a reaction outta ya, right? It’s fun; seeing you get all hot under the collar.”

“If that’s your idea of fun…”

“Well, I can think of a few other things I’d rather resort to for a good time, but…”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I’M the normal size one and you’re just freakishly tall?”

“I hate to break it to you, but being four foot nothing is NOT normal.”

“I’m five foot three, thank you very much!”

“Be honest.”

“I am being honest! I’m five foot three!”

“You wouldn’t be five foot three even in heels. Tell the truth.”

“I am! I’m…”

“Esme…”

“Fine…” She sighs in exasperation and surrender. “I’m five feet. And three-quarters!”

“Those three-quarters don’t matter.”

“Sure they do. They make me closer to five foot one, don’t they? And for the record? You are freakishly tall. And big. In many ways.”

“I would be to you. You’re a munchkin.”

“I swear to Christ…”

“What are you going to do? I can’t take a threat seriously when it comes from someone that practically doesn’t have to kneel when they’re giving me…”

“You are one SICK human being, you know that?”

“In all the ways you like best.”

“I also think you have some weird size kink going on.”

“Size kink? What the hell is THAT?”

“Technically, a kink just means unconventional sexual behaviour or preferences.”

“I know what ‘kink’ means. But size kink?”

“You get off on the fact that I’m so much smaller than you are. It was probably one of the things that attracted you to me. You liked the idea of being so much bigger; all that power and strength compared to my size means you can dominate me much easier than other people. And you DO like being in charge, so…”

“You were tiny and cute. I liked that.”

“So did your dick, apparently.”

“I will admit, it did like it. A lot. It still does.”

“Definite size kink. I’m freakishly small, and you’re freakishly big. We’re a very odd couple. You see the way the nurses and everyone here look at us whenever we’re out for walks together.”

“I just assumed it’s ‘cause you’re so fucking hot.”

“As much as I appreciate you consistently stroking my ego, it’s because we look weird together. Maybe not in a BAD way. But we do. And there’s nothing wrong with having a size kink. That’s something to be ashamed about. I guess maybe I have one too. I seem drawn to men that are a lot taller than I am.”

“Everyone is taller than you are.”

“But you’re definitely the record holder when it comes to height. And weight. You’re well beyond what’s normal for me.”

“I’m sorry. That I wrecked your vagina for everyone else.”

“Tyler, I swear…”

“Who am I kidding? There isn’t going to BE anyone else.” He reaches over her shoulder for an item at the top of the bag. A small yet neatly wrapped bundle; pristine white tissue paper secured by strips of purple satin. “What’s this?”

“This…” She snatches it away before he can get a firm hold on it. “...is none of your business.”

“Whose is it?”

“Mine.”

“Why’s it a secret?”

“It’s not a secret. It’s a surprise.”

“For who?”

“Who do you think? Jesus….”

“But I don’t like surprises.”

“Well, too bad. Learn to like them. You’re in for a lot of them, trust me. Living with me is no easy feat.”

“If you’re talking about me finding out about your twelve different personalities…”

“Don’t make me smother in your sleep.”

“Can’t I get some kind of hint? When it comes to what to expect? Give me something here. Just something small. So I can kinda prepare myself.”

“Nik was NOT kidding. When she told me how difficult you can be. On the bright side, I have experience with FAR more problematic people than you.”

“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“If you’re trying to scare me away, it isn’t going to work. I’ve already been through the depths of hell with you. There’s no way it could possibly get any worse.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Esme.”

“Please…” She gives a derisive snort “....you’re harmless. Everyone else who meets you may think you’re scary and intimidating, but you’ve never made me wet my pants.”

“I’ve made you wet them in different ways.”

Sighing in exasperation, she briefly closes her eyes.

“Just give me a little hint. About what the surprise is. I’m not asking for much here.”

“You are such a control freak, you know that?”

“I just don’t like surprises. I like knowing what’s coming. What to expect. So cut me a little slack, yeah?”

“It’s something to wear.”

“For who to wear?”

“For ME to wear. It’s black, and it’s soft, and it’s sort of shimmery. And it’s something for our first night in our own place together.”

“It’s something like THAT.”

Nodding, she zips up the bag and turns to face him. “Do you realize it’s the first time we will be completely alone in NINE MONTHS? No nurses, no doctors, no one just wandering in whenever they feel like it. No Nik or Yaz just showing up out of the blue. Just me and you. In the middle of nowhere. Where no one can hear you scream.”

“You’re the noisy one.”

“I meant when I kill you.”

“If a bullet to the throat can’t do it, what makes you think you can?”

“Oh baby, I have powers that you can’t even begin to understand. You’re not the only one that can be difficult to live with.”

“You know, you might be the first person I’ve ever been legitimately scared of.”

“You should be. I have ways of hurting you….” Sliding a hand between their bodies, she slides her down down his stomach and allows it to briefly rest on his crotch. The tip of her tongue sweeping across her top lip as she gives a firm squeeze. “...that no one else has ever thought of.”

“I’m spooked.”

“Rightfully so.”

“You’re going to cut my dick off, aren’t you.”

“If I find your dick inside of anyone else? You’re damn right I will.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that. I may be a lot of things, but a cheat isn’t one of them.”

“But for just being an insufferable asshole at times? I would NEVER. I’d miss your dick way more than even you would.”

“So that IS why you’re with me. It’s totally the dick. And what I can do with it.”

“Well, it’s not the ONLY reason. But it is pretty high on the list.”

She squeals when he aggressively smacks her ass, laughing as fingers bite through the denim of her jeans and he pulls her tightly against him. A long, content sigh escapes when he kisses her; standing on her tiptoes with both arms wrapped around his torso as she eagerly responds. Her eyes remaining closed when he pulls away, smiling at the feel of soft, warm lips as they connect with her forehead.

It remains a mystery. How such an enormous, strong man known for his strength and his aggression and violent and bloody lifestyle, can possess such tenderness. But he’s an entirely different being when they’re alone, and the outside world ceases to exist; patient and kind, his face and his voice much softer, his touch and his kisses so attentive.

“For the record…” Remaining on her tiptoes, her eyes flutter open, and she smiles up at him. “...I DO love you.”

“I know. I’m not quite sure what I ever did to deserve it, and sometimes I wonder if you’ve lost every ounce of your sanity, and that’s why you stick around, but…” His hands move upwards, the simple movement causing pain in the surgically repaired left shoulder. But he successfully bites back the wince, refusing to allow his broken yet healing body to ruin the moment as he cradles her face in his palms. “...I do know it. And I love you. Even when I’m giving you a hard time.”

“It’s part of your charm. I think.”

“So what’s going to happen when you put that surprise 0n and things don’t work properly? On my end.”

“It’s not that it NEVER works. It’s just that it’s hit or miss.”

“We’ve never actually tried…THAT.”

“But we’ve tried other things. With a forty percent success rate. That’s pretty damn good, considering what you’ve been through and all the drugs you’ve got in ya. And maybe being away from here will be just what you need; to get those numbers up even higher. Once we’re home, you’ll be totally relaxed and not worrying about anyone wandering in.”

“But…”

“But, we deal with it when it happens. IF it happens. Like I told you and SHOWN you, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

“.If you even dare bring out sex toys or even think about putting Viagra in my coffee…”

“I’m not going to put it in your coffee. I’m going to put it in your scrambled eggs.”

“Joke’s on you. I only eat fried.”

“I will be patient and understanding and let the problem…the ISSUE…work itself out. It isn’t permanent, Tyler. All the doctors have told you that. It’s just how you're responding to everything. You were clinically dead nine months ago; your body is still healing, and some things are misfiring along the way. And you’ve got enough meds in you to knock out a horse, so…” She presses a kiss to the underside of his chin. “Are you nervous?”

“About my dick not working properly for the rest of my life? Yes.”

“I mean about us. Building a life together. Does that spook you, too?”

“Not for the reason you think. You think it’s something to do with you.”

“It’s crossed my mind; that maybe you’re having second thoughts. About me. As a person.”

“I’ve never had any second thoughts when it comes to you. It’s all me. And my issues. The last time I lived with someone, it didn’t end very well. And I was the main reason.”

“Things hadn’t been good for a while,” she reminds him. “Long before your son got sick. And both you AND her were to blame for that.”

“She deserved a lot better than what I gave her. I had no business getting married. Not when I was totally committed to the military. She was always second. And she always would be. If we’d stayed together.” . “Do you wish you had? Stayed together?”

“No. It happened for a reason. All of it. Had our marriage been healthier and had my boy not gotten sick, I never would have gotten into the job, and I never would have crossed paths with Nik. Which means I never would have met you. And I wouldn’t give that…YOU… up for anything. Or anyone.”

Tears well in her eyes. “And to think, legend says you’re a man of few words.”

“Guess the ones I DO say are worth it.”

“I’m nervous too. For the same reason you are. I don’t exactly have the best track record, either.”

“None of that was your fault. What happened with Mark. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I should have left sooner. But I kept going back. I kept believing all his bullshit and all his promises. No matter how many times he hurt me. And where did I end up? Where did being a stupid little girl lead me?”

“To this fucked up circle we’re both caught up in. It led you to Nik. To me. I don’t think you did too bad.”

“I’ve definitely traded up, that’s for sure.”

“I’m not him, Esme. I know it’s easy for me to say and not so easy for you to believe. But I’m not. I never will be. We’re gonna be alright.” The pads of his thumbs skim along the tops of her cheeks. “If we can get through the past nine months, we can get through anything. I’m sure of it.”

Turning her face up for another kiss, her hand tightly grips the back of his neck. It’s an addiction: the taste of his mouth, the smell of his skin, the press of his body against hers. No one has ever made her feel that way before; so overwhelmed by not only love and adoration but animalistic want and need. And she gives a mewl of disappointment when the moment comes to an abrupt end; interrupted by the sound of heels clicking along the tiles, followed by the clearing of a throat.

“Is that all the two of you do?” Yaz grumbles as he follows behind his sister, dutifully pushing an empty wheelchair. “I swear, every time we walk in here, you’re all over each other. Can’t you wait until you’re alone?”

“Can’t YOU knock?” Esme retorts, as she slips out from between Tyler and the bed and greets both her friends with warm, tight hugs and kisses on the cheek.

“He’s just jealous that no one kisses him like that,” Nik takes a cheap yet teasing shot at her younger brother. “Or even wants to.”

“There’s a lot of people that want to!” Yaz angrily informs her. “I just don’t want to kiss them! Have you ever thought of that? And how do you know what I do and don’t do? I could be doing a lot of things…a lot of PEOPLE…and….”

“And what? And nothing. Of course I know what you’re up to. We live together. Your room is across from mine. Not to mention the walls are thin. No one is buying what you’re trying to sell, lonely boy.”

Scowling, Yaz mumbles a string of profanities and insults in both Arabic and French and then purposefully steers the wheelchair over his sister’s foot.

“What’s up with your shirt?” Tyler lays the end of his cane against Yaz’s torso, eyeing the monstrosity with the utmost disgust. “Lose a bet or something?”

“You don’t like it?”

“No.”

“I’ll get you one. What’s your size? Forty-four regular?” Reaching out, Yaz playfully squeezes one of Tyler’s biceps. “You’re a little bit slimmer, no?”

“Shut up.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Valentino?” Esme fingers the item in question, giving a nod of appreciation and a low, impressed whistle as she studies the sea of colours and the unique pattern. “Get him one. He won’t wear it, but I will.”

Tyler frowns, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Not if we’re out in public together, you won’t.”

Scoffing, she picks up a discarded sling and slaps him in the stomach with it. “Like you actually have a say in it.”

“Your life is no longer your own,” Nik informs him, as she helps him into the sling, ignoring the mumbles of protest and the profanities he spews in the process. “Your bachelor days are over. Now you have someone telling you what to do and when to do it.”

“Which is exactly what he needs,” Yaz adds. “It’ll do him some good. Have someone around to keep him on his toes. Hold him accountable for his bullshit.”

“You realize I can hear you, yeah?”

“You’re going to have someone cooking and cleaning for you and…”

“Hey!” Esme objects. “I never said anything about cooking and cleaning. I’m useful in many ways. But those are NOT two of them.”

“She’s already told me she can’t cook for shit. Apparently, she kept sweaters in her stove. When she lived in Prague.”

“The closets weren’t big enough,” she explains. “And I CAN cook. I’m just not any good at it”

“It’s going to be the blind leading the blind,” Nik chides. “This should end well. Who kills who first is what I’m wondering.”

“He’ll drive me to the brink of a mental breakdown before either of us has a chance to resort to homicide,” Esme informs her, and playfully pinches Tyler’s side. “He’s been testing the limits of my patience since he woke up this morning.”

“I warned you. As soon as you started talking about this whole living together thing. I told you he was difficult. That you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.”

“He’s just anxious to get out of here,” Yaz reasons. “I mean, do you blame him? Not everyone gets to take their favourite nurse home with them. I heard you give really good sponge baths. With a little something extra thrown in. A happy ending. VERY happy one, actually.”

“Jesus….” Nik shakes her head. “...Yaz…”

Tyler frowns. “You weren’t supposed to repeat that.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” Esme assures him, then nods at the wheelchair. “Sit.”

“Why?”

“This is your ticket to freedom!” Yaz manoeuvres the apparatus behind his old friend. “We’re breaking you lose!”

“I can walk.”

Esme sets the brakes on the chair. “You know that. And we know that. Even the doctors and nurses know that. But the hospital says this is how it has to be. So you either leave this way, or you stay here forever.”

“That’s stupid.”

“I don’t make the rules, babe. But unfortunately, I’m the bad guy that has to enforce them.”

“And you say I’ve been testing YOUR patience?”

“You’d miss me if I weren’t around, giving you a foot up the ass every now and then.”

Wrapping both arms around one of his, she keeps a firm hold as he slowly lowers himself into the waiting chair. And while her much smaller and lighter frame would offer no real assistance if he were to slip or lose his balance, it still gives him a sense of security. Further proof that she is indeed his ‘safe place’; the one person that he feels most comfortable with and isn’t afraid to be vulnerable and needy in front of. Far stronger and mightier than he ever could have anticipated when they’d first met. A tiny and seemingly weak woman who is anything BUT.

And a total pain in his ass at times.

“You’re looking good,” Yaz praises, as he collects the duffle bag and a lone suitcase. “You clean up nice. I’m kind of disappointed, though; I thought for sure you’d do something different with the hair.”

“She wouldn’t let me. I was going to tell the barber to just shave it all off so I could start over again, but…”

“I would have had to kill both of them,” Esme finishes, and combs her fingers through his longer top tresses. “It suits you. It’s the perfect haircut. My absolute favourite.”

“You haven’t seen my hair any other way. So how do you know this is your favourite?”

“Well, I’ve already had the best, right? So why settle for anything else.”

“You’re difficult. You know that, yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.” Moving to stand behind the wheelchair, she tugs affectionately at his ears, then leans down to press a kiss to his temple. “You ready?”

Nodding, he turns his face into hers, lips meeting the corner of her mouth. “As I’ll ever be.”

*****

The cabin is nestled in an isolated valley miles above sea level. Miles away from neighbours and the tiny ‘downtown’ area, it’s nothing but a mere speck of wood, brick, and cedar shingles swallowed by a sea, spruce, and fir trees. Its front door mere steps from one of the many lakes in the region; the crystal clear waters now snow-covered, their abundance of fish gathered somewhere under feet of thick, smooth ice. Across the expanse of land lays the base of the Grunberg mountain range; more feral and isolated than its many counterparts in the Gmunden region, but still a ‘must see’ for both tourists and those who enjoy its more difficult -and sometimes perilous- hiking trails. Yet despite all the beauty -in its most raw and pure forms- he’s not been able to notice anything outside the rental car; instead, he's too caught up in watching and listening to Esme as she sits behind him. A woman who was born and raised in Colorado and whose family home sits less than five hundred metres from the base of the Rockies, she’s like a kid on Christmas morning. With each turn the tires make on their climb, her reactions grow in glee and intensity: the sighs of enjoyment, the gasps of awe, and the way she clasps her hands together and bounces up and down in her seat.

It's that experience that he finds himself enthralled by, emotion choking at him as tears prick at his eyes. After being so fearless and strong over the course of the past nine months, she suddenly exudes an almost childlike innocence. So completely caught up in the moment that everything else around her has ceased to exist; she has found a slice of heaven, and she isn't missing a single second. This tiny and fierce woman who has been through so much heartache and brutality in her life yet refuses to lose an ounce of her spirit. Somehow still able to see and appreciate all of the beauty around her and experience things with such passion and wide-eyed wonder. And he's never seen anything more beautiful.

He’s out of the car and at her door before she even has the chance to open it. It’s all about the smallest of gestures right now; having to partake in less strenuous moments and activities in order not to inflict more wear and tears on his still-healing body. His strength and stamina are still not where he had hoped they would be; still teetering on the edge of sixty percent and increasing at an extremely slow pace. But she appreciates even the smallest of gestures and the effort behind them; her tiny hand fitting so perfectly into his much larger, more powerful one as she allows him to help her out of the vehicle.

“Look at it!” She gushes, as her fingers push through his, and tucks herself into him. Their joined hands resting against her stomach as they take in their surroundings; the pristine white of the snow and the lush green of the trees, and the slivers of sun that attempt to sneak through thick, gray clouds. The air so fresh and crisp it burns their lungs; a welcome and refreshing pain after months of breathing in stale, hospital air and the combination of antiseptic, sickness, and cleaning solution.

And death. Lots of death.

Esme gives an excited bounce on her heels, then tilts her head back and beams up at him. “Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it PERFECT?!”

“Even better than the pictures. So what is this, Nik? A rental? Lease to own? It can’t be one of yours. This is slumming to you.”

“Consider it a gift. From Yaz and I. It’s the least we could do. Considering…” Her voice trails off; the wounds caused by Mahajan’s betrayal still raw and fresh. The failure to receive full payment pales in comparison to the real damage done; the heavy burden of both physical and mental trauma that the main players will carry with them for weeks and months. Maybe years.

Perhaps even forever.

“Did you bring my chickens?” He inquires, as they follow Nik and Yaz to the cabin; Esme offering what little support she can as she snakes an arm around his waist and places her free hand on his stomach. The queen of the ‘simple gesture’; desperately wanting and needing to help and someone finding even the tiniest and most mundane of ways to do it. And it feeds directly into her love language; an almost overwhelming desire to touch and BE touched. Starved of real love and genuine affection for so long that seeking it out has become a near obsession. And although he’s been touch starved for just as long and is still trying to adjust to her level of neediness, it’s an obsession that he’s more than willing to nurture.

Reaching into her jacket pocket, Nik fishes out the keys to the front door. “We ate them.”

“What about my dog?”

Yaz sets the suitcase on the porch and drops the duffle bag into one of the empty deck chairs. “We ate her too.”

“Jesus…” his sister grumbles. “...Yaz…”

“I’m kidding. She’s in the house.”

“So…” Tyler shifts his weight from one foot to the other, wincing at the pain that settles deep in the right knee. “... what are we supposed to do now?”

Esme shrugs. “Anything we want, I guess.”

“I mean, you could go on hikes. Learn to knit. Try to reach mindfulness,” Yaz suggests, then gives a small shrug. “You’re going to like it here. Alright, brother…” Lightly punching Tyler in the left shoulder, he turns to head for the car. “...I’ll send you that shirt!”

“Hold up!” Esme calls out, then gives Tyler’s side a squeeze before hurrying after her friend. “I forgot something!”

He watches her as she goes. The way those tiny feet shuffle through the snow and over the ice that lies below. The bottom of her ponytail, the ‘strings’ that dangle from the sides of her colourful wool beanie, and the pom-pom on top swaying and bouncing with every single step. And for a brief moment, panic and uneasiness set in; the irrational fear that she’s going to simply climb in the car and take off. Leaving him all alone in the middle of nowhere.

Even more tarnished and broken than when she’d found him. And he’s only moments away from chasing after her when Nik captures his attention, jamming the corner of a small cardboard box into his stomach.

“What’s this?”

“We packed up your house. That’s all we found. Your entire life fits inside one little box. Maybe it’s time to change that.”

“I’ve already started.” He glances toward Esme and Yaz as they linger by the rental. The latter teasing the former about her flushed cheeks and nose, Esme playfully scowling and pouting in response. Catching her friend off guard when she affectionately ruffles his hair and then scoops up handfuls of snow and shoves them down the front of both Yaz’ jacket and sweater. As the younger man squeals and squirms and attempts to flee, her infamous giggle floats in the air and causes a smile to tug at the corners of Tyler’s mouth. The noise high-pitched and childish, yet somehow the most amazing goddamn thing he’s ever heard. “Get back to me in a couple of months. I bet there won’t be enough boxes in the world.”

“Be good to her. Treat her right. She deserves that. Especially after she’s been through.”

“She does deserve it. I’m not going to fuck this up, Nik. I refuse to.”

“Good. Because she has put everything she is and everything she has into you. She’s trusting you with her whole heart. And if you hurt her…”

“Not gonna happen.”

“And be gentle with her. As strong as she’s been, there’s a traumatized and scared little girl in there who needs to feel safe. Protected. And most importantly, she needs to feel loved.”

“Is there where you threaten to break every bone in my body if I do her wrong?”

“No. It’s where I threaten to break your face.”

Smirking, he watches as Nik makes her way toward the car; Esme and Yaz already exchanging a final hug and kisses on the cheeks. “When will we see you again?”

Her eyes and smile are softer than usual, possessing a level of finality that hits hard and extremely deep. “When we all have something to celebrate.”

“You’re going to love it here!” Yaz reassures him. “Enjoy your retirement!”

That word again. Retirement. Something that seems so foreign to him. He’d spent decades relying on his brawn, strength, and the skills he’d developed both in the military and then on the job. And now here he is, about to embark on an entirely different path; his body bruised and broken and completely unreliable.

The snow crunches under the soles of Esme’s boots as she scurries over; leaning her back against his front as they watch their friends depart. A now mittened hand waving the entire time; until the car reaches the end of the drive, makes a sharp left, and disappears from sight.

Tyler sighs.

She tilts her head back and peers up at him, concern beginning to diminish the sparkle in her eyes. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s a big step. This is all really happening. You. Me. Us. It’s okay to admit you’re spooked.”

“Are YOU?”

“A little. What if you find out you don’t like me very much?”

“Not gonna happen.”

“I mean, it’s possible, you know. To love someone but not LIKE them.”

“Not gonna happen,” he sternly repeats, then leans down to peck the tip of her nose.

“Nik said she picked up some food. Enough to get us through a few days at least. That way we don’t have to rush; we don’t have to run into town right away and grab things. Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“Let’s go and see what she picked out. And get a fire started. Did I forget to mention that it’s heated by a fireplace? I think I forgot to mention that.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Let’s go. Before the cold really starts to set in. It can’t be making your knee and your shoulder feel very good. So let’s….”

He stops her when she attempts to step away. Capturing a tiny, mittened hand in one of his and drawing her tightly against him; his back and surgically repaired knee cracking when he leans down to kiss her. And when he pulls away, he takes a moment to take it all in; the redness to her cheeks, the freckles that grace the bridge of her nose, and the errant snowflakes that nestle in her lashes.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her smile returns. The one that causes her eyes to sparkle and dance. That he’d fallen in love with almost nine months ago. He’d never admit it, of course, the things that he’d been feeling and experiencing from day one. Not out of embarrassment or shame, but because he doesn’t quite understand it himself. How you can be so head over in heels, so damn fast.

“Come on,” she says, still holding his hand as she steps away. “Let’s go home.”

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Stanton

a Contemporary Home 4 bedrooms - 3.5 bathrooms - garage - porch - patio - pool - soccer - pet ready - Built on one of my New Lot Sizes

The floor plan is inspired by Drummond House Plans. It is the "Stanton 2" plan #3877; and the brochure says:

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"This contemporary home with integrated garage is a mere 25 feet wide and therefore ideal for narrow lots. Still there is no need to sacrifice curb appeal! Greet your guests in comfort in a good-sized foyer with generous closet. The powder room is located by the entrance for convenience of arriving guests or discretion when visiting the very open activity areas. A contemporary kitchen features generous storage and 7’x3’ island for light meals or social mingling. The open kitchen flows to a wonderfully windowed dining room which then flows to the adjoining living room. All of the social areas benefit from backyard vistas allowing for a private social oasis... Upstairs, careful use of space allows a master bedroom with ample room for a queen sized bed and, adjoining walk-in closet and private bathroom. Two secondary bedrooms are generous enough to accommodate double beds..."

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Lot Size: 40X20 Lot Price (furnished): $105,060

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