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[anotheronechicagobog]

I’m Sorry Pt. 2 Matt Casey x Reader

Warnings: angst, mention of death, child neglect, mental illness, low self confidence, daddy issues

by: @anotheronechicagobog

“You have to know why I’m here.”

“To tell me you’ve realised your mistake and broken up with that firefighter.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable. You haven’t changed. At all! That stint in prison did nothing!”

“Y/N-”

“No. It is my turn to talk.” Your voice was cold and violent. “I hate myself and it is your fault. I felt abandoned by you and I saw you everyday. Nothing I did was ever good enough, first you put all your energy into Justin, and then Erin. I was the best student in my grade for seven years straight, was that important to you? No. Did it catch your attention? No. I thought there was something wrong with me for my entire life. I broke my own soul trying to impress you. I put myself through hell to try and earn your pride. Late study nights starting years before they should have, I spent so much time with mami trying to imitate her because you loved her so much and I wanted some of that affection to be directed towards me. When she died, I lost the only parent I’d ever had, because you didn’t do jack. The only thing that you contributed to the person I’ve become is making sure that I know that I am worthless. That I am nothing. That I do not deserve love. That the world would be better off without me. That I deserve the excruciating pain that you embroidered into my spirit. When I was 18, I joined the academy. Did you know that? Wait, why am I even bothering asking? Of course you didn’t, when has my life been of any interest to you? I graduated at the top of my class, I broke three records. There were precinct captains fighting over where I’d be assigned. I got assigned to the 17th district. I was asked to take the detective’s exam after six months. I would’ve been the youngest detective in the CPD. But it was during the meeting after I passed the exam, when my captain was telling me how intelligent and adaptable I was, how he was so proud of me, and said that I reminded him of you. I felt like throwing up. All that I could remember were the nights gang leaders would meet in our dining room to “talk business” with you. I remember all the guns, drugs, and money that was stashed in various places around the house. Yeah, that’s right, I knew. I just let it slide when mami was dying. I remembered when you were taking Justin and I home from school and you pulled over to kill someone. I don’t know who they were, but I don’t care that wasn’t nor will it ever be, okay. The fact that I reminded my captain and so many others in the CPD of you made me realize that I needed to get the hell out of there before I became you. I quit on the spot. I left the force that day and never looked back. I joined the military the day after I legally changed my last name, became a medic. I decided to become a doctor to help people, and I didn’t have the money to pay for med school, so the military seemed like the best way to do it. When I was honourably discharged, with numerous awards under my belt, I was a sergeant. But still I’m not proud of my accomplishments, I should be, but I’m not. No, I’m just standing around waiting for the shoe to drop, for everyone around me, including Matt, to realize that I am nothing but the scum on the bottom of their shoes and that I do not deserve anything even remotely simulating happiness. And that is all thanks to you. I love Matt, so much, and I want a future with him so badly, but because of you, all I’m doing is waiting for him to leave. You were a terrible father, and I blame myself for it. I blame myself for all the illegal shit you did, for mami’s death, for Justin’s alcohol and drug problems, for Erin being brought in as my replacement...” Tears had started streaming down you face when you started your rant, but now, when you’d finally voiced out loud your thoughts, you couldn’t hold back your sobs. “I’m sorry.” It was all you could choke out before turning and sprinting to your car.

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When you made it back to your apartment you were worn out. You just wanted to curl up in your bed let the remainder of your tears free. You’d passed the last stair and were met with the sight of Matt at your door. You could feel the dam you’d managed to patch up in the car threatening to burst again at the sight of him. You sniffled and he turned around at the sound. “Y/N? Are you okay?” It only took a couple of determined strides for him to reach you and put his hands delicately on each side of your face. All that you could think about were your own words, and this time you couldn’t ignore them, bury them deep in the recesses of your mind and hope they never resurface. “What happened? Your shift ended an hour ago, where were you?”

“I-I was w-i-ith my fa-ther... and we- I just- It’s over Matt. I-I’m sor-ry.”

“What? No, Y/N, no. Did your father say something? Did he do something? Did I do something? Y/N, please, don’t do this. Talk to me, what’s going on?”

“It’s over, you didn’t do a-anything wro-ng. I pr-promise. You were ama-zing.” You kissed him on the cheek, your having officially become niagara falls, and ran to your door. You managed to unlock it, get inside, and lock it before Matt could process what was happening. He started banging on your door, calling your name, begging you to open your door, to listen, to talk. You slide down to the floor and let all your tears free, your sobs drowning out Matt’s desperate pleas.

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“Why did you break up with Matt?” You woke up on the floor, still in your clothes from yesterday with dried up tears on your face. You got up and decided that a shower and some food would make you feel better, in that order. When you were almost finished eating you were interrupted by Erin calling your phone. “Sorry Erin, I’m still waking up, what’s going on?”

“Y/N are you okay? It’s noon, you’re always up at six.”

“It’s what?!” You checked the time and, surely enough, it was noon, give or take a few minutes. “Um, okay, last night was rough, it must’ve messed up my sleep cycle, hell I slept on the floor... Now, what’s going on? How do you know that I broke up with Matt?”

“You slept on the floor? What? I- you know what? We’ll discuss that later. Anyway Matt is here, at the 21st, yelling at Voight in his office for making you break up with him. So, did he?”

“No, he didn’t. He clearly still wanted me to, but I didn’t break up with Matt because he told me to.” Your voice went quiet, remembering last night clearly, unfortunately.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was still quiet, hurt. “I think you should come down here.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten.”

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You took a deep breath to steady yourself as you walked up to the desk in the 21st. You started to address the woman who’s nametag said Platt “Hi, I’m here to-”

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes.”

“Go on up.” You heard a buzzing sound and made your way to the door, not at all ready for what you were about to walk into.

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“FOR THE LAST TIME, WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?!”

“I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING!”

“HONESTLY VOIGHT DO YOU EXPECT-”

“He’s telling the truth, Matt.” Everyone turned to you. “Y/N” He choked out, blue eyes pleading and sad. “Matt, let’s do this somewhere else.”

“No. Y/N, what’s going on?”

“I’m not good enough for you, okay? I shouldn’t have let our relationship drag out this long, it was selfish of me.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? You are more than good enough for me, I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t you. So please, talk to me, how on earth did you come to that conclusion?”

“It’s just something I’ve always known.”

“No, it’s not.” Your father butted into the conversation. “It’s my fault that she thinks like that, that she believes that about herself. I was a terrible father and Y/N’s paying the price. Y/N, you deserve happiness. You... are better than me at everything, but you don’t have the self-confidence to go along with your achievements and that is my fault. You are an amazing, intelligent young woman and I’m the one who failed, Y/N, not you. My biggest regret is the way I treated you and that I chose not to be a part of your life and accomplishments. I’m really proud of you.”

“Do you really mean it? You can’t joke about something like this, dad.”

“With all of my heart.”

“Y/N, I shouldn’t have interfered with your relationship. You clearly love Lieutenant Casey and he clearly loves you. I was wrong, there’s no excuse for my behaviour. I’m sorry.”

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You sat across from Matt in the Mills family diner. You were pushing your food around on your plate, the weight of his stare making you nervous to look up. Neither of you had spoken since you agreed to leave the 21st together, you decided to be the one to break the ice. “I’m in love with you and I’ve never faced anything more terrifying in my life.” You heard Matt splutter, spitting his coffee back into his mug. “I’ve never felt like I’ve been worth much and I just, I love you so much, and after the confrontation I had with my father I just realized that I couldn’t wait around for you to leave me.”

“You mean more to me than anyone else has, the past twelve hours have been absolute hell without you. I’m in love with you too. I have to admit, though, what you think of yourself really concerns me. I still love you like crazy, but I think you need some professional help.”

“How could you still love me knowing that I’m a basket case?”

“You’re not a basket case, everyone has their own issues, I guess the difference with mine is that you already knew about them and that I’ve been going to therapy.”

“I’ll... talk to Dr. Charles tomorrow morning.” Matt sighed in relief and the tension washed out of his eyes and shoulders. He reached his hand across the table and held yours tenderly. “I love you so much Y/N.”

[shagharoldd]

I Remember You

(Not my image…)

So this is a re-edit of an old imagine I had! I added some stuff, took some stuff out, all that jazz. I hope you all like it! Please leave me feedback! x

Word count: 3099

Warnings: Memory loss, car accident

Enjoy, my dears!

It had been two months since you had last seem Liam, as he had been doing some promotional tours with the other boys. They were launching another One Direction perfume, which meant he had to be gone for weeks on end to get the word out there and shoot commercials and what not. You couldn’t wait to have him back; your decently sized apartment had started to feel like the walls were closing in on you. You were tired of being alone, the only interaction lately having been hearing his voice on the phone, or FaceTiming with your mom. It was winter break, so you didn’t have to be at Uni for your classes, which meant lounging around and texting Liam most days.

At Liam’s suggestion, you went down to the local animal shelter and adopted a dog. He thought the companionship while he was away was just what you needed, and he was right. The dog, a grey pit-bull named Bruno, and yourself had become fast friends, and it seemed that if you weren’t going for walks around the neighborhood, or cooking something in the kitchen, he was curled up in a little ball laying next to you in bed or on the couch. You couldn’t wait for Liam to come home and meet your newest addition.

That morning, you had received an excited phone call from Liam; it was afternoon where he was, but early morning for you, so it took a minute for his words to actually make sense, but after they did, the squeals that escaped your lips alarmed Bruno. The promotional tour had ended earlier than expected and Liam was coming home! After getting off the phone, you laid there, a smile on your lips, thinking about all the things you wanted to do with him once he got home. But most of all, you just wanted his long, muscular arms wrapped around you in that blanket of warmth and protection you loved so much.

~The next day~

You stand outside the building, waiting for the van to arrive bringing the boys back home. You wore your hair down, hoping it would hide your face a little, as it was public knowledge that Liam and you were dating, and you weren’t really interested in anything other than Liam at that moment.

You look down at your phone as it chirps, an, “Almost there! xx” text popping up on your phone, and you smile, stepping forward a little. Unintentionally, you bump in to a girl who was waiting there for the van as well, presumably, and you quickly apologize. The girl looks up at you, and immediately recognizes who you are. She started asking you a lot of questions about your relationship, when the boys were going to be there, etc., but you don’t really answer any of them. You weren’t rude; you were kind, but you also just wanted to see Liam, not be interrogated. She gets mad and stalks off, to which you just shrug and look back at your phone, timing the last text and the current time, thinking he should be there any moment.

All of a sudden, there is a screech of a set of tires, and you look up excitedly, a large smile visible on your face, but in stead of the familiar van, there is a little red car racing your way, the face of the girl who you bumped in to driving the car. You feet feel like cement, and before you are able to hurl yourself out of the way, you feel the car collide with your body. The last thing you remember is landing on the ground, a scream escaping your lips, and then darkness.

~A Week Later~

A beeping noise vibrates off the wall in the room, and you wake groggily, placing your hand on your head to try and ease yourself out of your sleep. Opening your eyes, you look around beige-colored room to see it filled with people, people you didn’t recognize. Some were sitting on the floor, others asleep in uncomfortable-looking positions on random pieces of furniture.

“She’s awake!” You hear a thick, Irish-accented boy say excitedly and instantly the room is alive with chatter, the spaces around your bed becoming quickly inhabited.

“Y/N,” A tall boy with auburn hair says soothingly, staring down at you, hope in his eyes, “Y/N, please, can you hear me?”

You look at him confused, not recollecting who he is. Why were all these people here? And why were you here? And why the hell do all of them have accents?

“Where am I?” You look around, from face to face, trying to find some sort of familiarity in one of them. “W-Who are you?” You ask, dazed, your eyes closing as your hand find it way back to your forehead, trying to steady some of the dizziness you were feeling.

The same boy looks at you, shaking his head, a little taken-aback. “I-It’s Liam, Y/N. Please tell me you remember me,” his voice starts to break, his hand reaching out for you other hand in your lap.

You pull your hand away from his, hugging yourself, you knees finding their way to your chest and you whisper, “Get out. All of you. Just please, get out.”

“What? Y/N, you know us.” A tall, curly haired boy asks as everyone in the room stares at you, baffled by your reaction to them.

A little louder, you say, “Get out! I don’t know who any of you are!” Your fists slam down on the bed, your head pounding like a drum. Your voice gets louder,  “Why are you here? Who are you? You am I? Why am I here?” Your questions start to flood your mind, and the more you scream, the more you find your body thrashing around in the bed.

Suddenly there are multiple people at the entrance to the room. They all look like nurses, and the one that seems to be in charge looks around the room, assessing the situation quickly, before saying, “I think its time you all leave. Y/N needs some space; she’s just very confused.”

Liam looks at you, hurt, but grabs his jacket, slowly exciting the room as the last tenant, looking back at you once before he disappears.

You curl into a ball on the side of your bed, turning your back from the nurse, violent sobs wracking through your body. What is going on? You can’t remember anything; nothing at all. What your name is, where you’re from, nothing. It’s like your mind was a chalkboard, but all of the notes had been erased.

You sob uncontrollably, completely lost in your bewilderment. The nurse comes over and gently tries to soothe you, but as if your body was not your own, you whip around, accidentally hitting her. She stubbles backwards, but as if she expected that to happen, she grabs something off the cart, a sad expression on her face. “Leave me alone! Just get away from me!” you scream, thrashing about even more. You feel your body becoming weak, the pounding in your head making your stomach flip with nausea, and suddenly, as the nurse inserts a clear liquid in to your I.V., you feel your body start to relax, your eyes become heavy, and then the world was black, just like your memory.

~Two Weeks Later~

Your parents flew from the States to London to be with you. They were always afraid of you going to school in a country so far away, but it had been your dream to attend University in London, and that you achieved. This is what they were afraid of: you being hurt and them not being able to get to you.

But as they entered the room, their faces sad, you cant help but question who they really are. Are they really your parents? People that you had known your whole life should trigger some sort of familiarity…but they don’t. They aren’t familiar at all, even as they try to revive your memory, telling you stories about when you were younger. Like when your father and yourself entered a fishing competition when you were four and you caught the largest fish and won a bike, your mother showing you a tattoo of a fish on her foot in commemoration. Or how you had been dating a tall, auburn-hair boy named Liam for almost a year, and how he came home for Thanksgiving with you last year and almost burned the turkey. Unfortunately, you didn’t remember any of it.

You just sit there, your eyes roaming from one of them to the other as they talked, subconsciously listening to them as you try to remember something, anything.

Eventually the doctor comes in, and you exhale in relief, knowing that for a moment you wouldn’t have to listen to these people trying to convince you of things you had no recollection of. He checks your paperwork, your vitals; he runs some tests on you, like tracking and eye motion, and then tells you that you are free to go.

Your parents leave the room, allowing you to change in clothes that Liam had brought to the hospital for you. Upon finishing, you slowly walk out of the hospital room, tears flooding your eyes as you leave the only place you have ever known, the only place that is the least bit familiar. Your parents meet you and there is a slow procession to the car.

Eventually the vehicle pulls up to a tall apartment building with a light pink front door, flower boxes outside the windows, various flowers and plants cascading out of them. It was like it was a picture taken out of a magazine. You slowly step out of the car, looking around at the peaceful suburban neighborhood in which you have no memory of.

You’re guided through the front door and into a decent sized apartment. You are met instantly by a dog, a dog you didn’t recognize, and even though he was just another example of your lost memory, you instantly found comfort in him. You father jumped in front of you, thinking it might be too much to have this dog all over you, but you drop down to your knees, allowing him to go around your father and you envelope him in your arms.

Eventually you stand and look around the quaint apartment, seeing pictures hanging all over the walls. It was like a wall in a gallery covered in frame filled with people who looked happy. You slowly walk up to them, recognizing yourself in some of them with the boy they call Liam. You both look so happy, engulfed in each other’s arms, smiling doe-eyed at the camera. There’s one where you’re at a carnival, your arms in the air and a look of excitement on your face as Liam hands you a stuffed bear he had just won at a quarter tent. You see pictures of you and the other boys that were in the room when you woke up, the curly haired one, the blonde Irish one, the one with the anchor tattoo and the tall, darker-skinned one. You all look so happy, and you are suddenly angered because you cant remember it; any of it. How could you have been so happy yet remember none of it?

You run up the stairs, the dog following close at your heels, and you look around frantically for an escape, a room that you can just cuddle into and forget your troubles. You fumble with the doorknobs, opening the first door you come to, and rush inside, slamming the door hard, locking it. You throw yourself on to the bed, your head hiding in a pillow and sob. The dog whines and you look up, him placing a couple licks to your face to try and sooth you.

There is a knock on the door a moment later, with a voice that sounds like your mothers. “Y/N, baby, please. Open up.” You hear her plead, but you don’t answer, and instead bury your face in the neck of the dog and cry further, muffling the noises so she can’t hear.

Eventually she leaves, and you wake up groggy from an uncomfortable sleep. You slowly rise, looking in the mirror. You stare back at yourself in contempt as you fix your hair and wipe away from tear tracks from your cheeks. You slowly walk over to the door, unlocking it, and find your way to the kitchen, which is right at the bottle of the stairs. Your father is sitting at the table, a newspaper laid across the table. When he sees you, he stands, but instead of walking towards you, he stays in his spot, afraid that you will be alarmed and run off again if he tries to embrace you.

“Y/N. A-are you hungry?” He asks, eyes downcast, apparent stress and sadness in them. You nod slowly, and sit at the table, anxiously waiting for him to return with food. When he places a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of you, you eat quickly, forgetting how hungry you truly were. When you finish, you look up at him, and he chuckles, having watched you. You look down, blushing, and smile slightly, shaking your head.

“Would you like some more?” You hear an accented-voice ask, and you look up to see Liam, standing in the corner of the kitchen, in front of what seems to be the back door. His eyes are puffy, his hair a mess, and it seems like he hasn’t slept in awhile.

You nod, looking down, and he comes and retrieves your bowl. As he fills the bowl, your father nods at Liam, slowly standing. He kneels down beside you, and whispers, “I know you don’t remember me, Y/N, but I love you, so very much. Eventually, you will remember. J-Just give us a chance.” He stands upright, placing a small kiss on your forehead, and you smile slightly, nodding.

Liam puts the bowl in front of you and sits where your father did. You pull the bowl towards you, eating slowly this time. You look out of the corner of your eyes at him while you eat, and he stares in to his lap, nervously wiggling his fingers round and round themselves. You eat half of the contents of the bowl, and then place your fork down, running your hand across your face sleepily.

“It was your favorite,” he whispers, still looking down. “I made it for when you woke up.”

“I can see why,” you whisper, looking over at him, “That was-“ you pause slightly, finishing, “That was sweet of you.”

“I-I’m sorry, Liam…for the way I reacted. I was confused” You tear up, “I still am. I don’t know who I am. None of this looks familiar,” you look around the room, and then back down at your lap. You cry now, not holding back the tears any longer. “I don’t remember you. I don’t remember anyone; no matter how hard I try. We looked so-so happy. And now here I am, and I’m tearing this apart.”

He slowly reaches his hand up, taking yours in his. At his touch, you jump slightly, the warmth in his grip sending a bolt of energy through you. And suddenly, you remember sand, lots of sand. And your feet tangled with another’s on a blanket in that sand. You remember water, a beach, and then you remember Liam. You remember sitting there on the blanket, laughing as the boy with the anchor tattoo (Louis? Is that his name?) tries to do a cartwheel, the Irish one falling on his bum laughing.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/N,” your memory is interrupted, and you lock eye contact with him, “I’ll make you remember.” He looks at you intensely, as if willing you to believe so, and you nod.

Eventually you look up at him, still finding comfort in his hand in yours. “Liam …” You state.

“Hm?” He mumbled, his eyebrows arching.

“Did we…did we ever go to a beach?” You ask, looking up at him.

Nodding, he replies, “We did. We went all the time. You, the boys and I. We spent so much time there…” He trails off, smiling, recollecting.

“Could you take me?” You whisper eventually, hoping that he would say yes.

He looks up at you, a small smile forming at the corners of this mouth, and stands, pulling you to your feet. You both walk towards the front door, and he takes a coat off the rack for you, holding it out for you to slide your arms in to.

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Stepping out onto the cool sand, you’re suddenly hit with a lifetime of memories, and you stumbled slightly, overwhelmed with the sudden remembrance; remembrance of everything. You recall running away from Liam, giggling, as he chases you with a water gun in the middle of the summer. You remember sitting around a fire, your toes buried in the sand, humming softly as Niall sings some song he’s made up on the fly. You recollect roasting hot dogs on an open fire, swimming in the ocean, entangled in Liam’s grasp. You remember. You remember all of it.

Liam comes around to help you out of the car, as you look at him, a large smile plastered on your face.

“Y/N? What?” He asks, smiling.

You grab his hand, pulling him towards a certain place towards the edge of the sand-line. “Liam.” You smile, “Remember that huge bonfire Harry and I built? Right about here? It was so big you could see it for miles,” your arms extended and you spun in a circle, and then stopped, staring at him, smiling.

Nodding, he replies, “Yeah, I do.” He laughs. “And when Nia-“ His face suddenly contorts, and he cocks his head to the side. He looks at you, flabbergasted, and stumbles over his words. “Y/N…y-you remember?” He asks, barely audible, scared that if he asks it too loud it wont be true.

“I don’t know how it happened.” You whisper. “I didn’t remember a thing, nothing. A-and then I stepped out of the car, and put my feet in the sand, and suddenly I do. I’m swarmed with all of the memories; every moment we’ve ever spent together, here and away. I remember all of it. The bonfires. The songs. The water. Everything Liam” You laugh, shaking your head, and lean forward, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I remember you.”

[ayyoitsalex]

Chapter 39 - Don’t Cry

It's crazy to think that I've been with Noah for so long. With four beautiful kids, a love of my life, an amazing group of friends, and a life I wouldn't trade for anybody's. Being with Noah has been nothing short of amazing. We're coming up on being together now for twenty-four years. A lot of the time high school sweethearts don't normally pan out, but this is one of those rare exceptions. Noah has been there through every achievement and every hardship I've ever faced, and I couldn't be more grateful. This weekend we're entrusting our kids to behave for the weekend, while also caring for the baby as Noah and I go on a trip. We're headed up to San Francisco, a place I became pretty familiar with when I went to school at Cal. I took every chance I got to head into the city, and Noah's never had a chance to do it. Nothing could be better than a weekend away with the man I love! -Friday afternoon- Haley was going to check in on the kids every now and then to make sure everything was still running smooth, and in case of emergency. I loaded up the last piece of luggage I had into the car and took a breath, thinking of the times to come. The kids walked outside to see us off. "Okay now we'll be back monday, but I'll be calling every night to make sure everything is okay. You have enough food and money in case of emergency, and in case you ever need anything you can just call any one of your aunts or uncles. They'll all be here just like that." I snapped my fingers. "Okay now be good you guys." The kids all surrounded me hugging me tight. "Have fun mom, god knows you and dad deserve this." Selena smiled. I've become so proud of how well Selena has grown up, and at the same time it's disappointing that my mom couldn't have been here to see all of them. As Noah and I proceeded to get on the road, my mind slowly began wandering. It'd  been a while since I'd gone on a solo trip with Noah and it made me think back to the first time I'd left the kids. -thirteen Years Ago- "BUT WHY CAN'T WE GO TOO!?" Selena argued, following me around my room as I continued to pack my bag. "It's not fair!" "Selena Joy Ryan I am not gonna discuss this right now it's already done. Daddy and I are going on this trip. Just me and daddy." Lord, Selena has been taught to be too smart too early. Damn those parenting books! "Besides you're going to have a great time with aunt Camryn and uncle Logan." "How come aunt Haley can't watch us?" Selena pouted folding her arms, finally accepting her defeat. "Well because aunt Haley is in school and can't free up her schedule for you sweetie." "That sucks!" "Selena! We don't say sucks here." I pointed sternly at her. Selena proceeded to cover her mouth. "Sorry mommy.." "Okay honey, now go downstairs so I can finish packing up." She stomped away still upset, but I let it go. I rolled my eyes and put the last bits of everything I'd need for a weekend away. In some ways it was bitter sweet because although it was going to be nice to be alone with Noah, I was sad to leave my kiddos. Noah arrived home, I was signaled by the loud screaming of the kids as he walked through the door. He walked upstairs, all the kids clinging to him in some way or another as he dragged them upstairs. Natalie and Nathan around his legs and Selena as always around his neck. "Hey babe." He smiled at me, giving me a kiss as he settled down on the bed. Seeing him to this day gives me butterflies, in the same way when I first saw him. "Have a good day at work?" I asked as I picked Nathan off of Noah's leg. He nodded and I took a seat next to him. The kids all proceeding to mob us. "So, are you guys all packed up for the weekend?" Noah asked. Selena nodded proudly thinking of how much of a big girl it made her feel. "Do you have to go daddy?" Natalie asked sweetly. Noah laughed to himself. "Yes Natalie, mommy and I are taking a trip just to two of us to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" Selena asked, taking a seat on my lap as she looked up at me. "We're celebrating the day that daddy and I got married. It's called anniversary." "Ana-who-mary?" Selena looked confused. "Aha I'll explain it to you when you're older sweetie." Noah smirked, looking at me. We heard a knock at the door, and assumed it was Camryn ready to take the kids. I was hoping it wasn't going to be too much trouble for Camryn, considering she herself was pregnant with her second kid, and Alijah wasn't taking it well, especially when they figured out it was going to be a girl.

"Helloooo?" Camryn called, letting herself in with the spare key. "I'm here to take the kiddies." "Okay we'll be right down." I answered back. "Alright, now go get your bags guys." They ran off to collect their things as I pulled our bags off the bed. Noah took the biggest one off my hands, and went to make sure the kids weren't off goofing around. I met Camryn at the bottom of the stairs and greeted her with a hug. "Thank you so much for doing this Cam, we really do appreciate it." "Don't worry about it. Logan loves the kids being around, and lord knows Alijah loves being around his best friend Nathan. Especially with the news that just broke." "Oh yeah..he's not digging that you guys are having a girl." "Aha so much so that he asked us to try it again. Hoping this time it'd be a boy." "Poor little guy haha. Have you guys thought of any names now that you know what the baby is?" "Mm we're narrowing it down, so no not yet." The kids ran down the stairs, each giving Camryn a hug and a kiss as they met her at the bottom. Nathan forgot the kiss part first, and Camryn quickly reminded him. "Hey! Come back here Nathan! You say hi properly." He scampered back. "Sorry auntie..I forgot.." He gave her a quick kiss as she leaned down to him. "Mhm that's better. Don't forget next time." "I won't." He gave her a thumbs up and walked away. "He's so cute." I rested my hand over my heart, smiling to Camryn." When Noah finished loading our bags into the car, we started to say our goodbyes to the kids. "Okay now daddy and I will be back sunday night to pick you guys up. For now you listen to whatever auntie Camryn says okay?" The kids nodded and looked at me slightly upset that we were leaving. To be honest I was kind of upset myself that I was going to be away from my little guys. I held back my emotions and gave them all hugs. "Watch out for your brother and sister okay Selly? I'm counting on you." I knew the best way to get Selena to do things was to make her feel important. "Jesus christ Nicole you're not giving them up for adoption,  you're only gonna be gone the weekend." She rolled her eyes, judging me super hard. "But..but..they're my babies!" "Wuss.." I gave them all one last hug before finally saying goodbye. For real this time. I got in the car with Noah and we started our drive. We planned a weekend in Santa Monica, and although it wasn't super far from where we live it was just a nice change. I took a picture as Noah drove, and put it on instagram. I captioned it, "anniversary weekend with @NoahRyan3 ! #10YearsFiveYearsStrong". I got likes immediately, and even more comments. I fell asleep as we ran into the traffic driving past LA. We arrived at the house we were renting, and I stretched my legs as I got out. The house was incredible, right on the beach. As i made my way to the back of the house, I pushed the back doors open to feel the ocean breeze blowing. "Oh Noah..it's so beautiful here." We could see the pier from the balcony and the look of the sun setting on the horizon was just incredible. Noah hugged me from behind, giving me a little squeeze in at the end before he gave me a kiss. "Happy anniversary my love." "Mm happy anniversary Nicole." -RING- I rolled my eyes at the cock blocking moment, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. "What the?" I looked at my phone confused at the incoming facetime call. "Hello?" I answered, hearing crying in the background. It was Natalie's crying and Camryn was clearly having none of it. "Hey sorry for interrupting your weekend, but this was kind of pressing." "What's up?" "Oh here's mommy. Go talk to her." Camryn pointed the camera at Natalie. "Hi baby what's the matter?" Natalie sniffled so much that she couldn't even talk. Noah laughed quietly. "Nattie are you okay?" Noah said looking at the phone. "When're you coming back!" Natalie sobbed. "Honey we're still gonna be gone two days. We barely left! Don't worry Natalie we're coming back sunday. You've had sleep overs with aunt Camryn before right?" "Uh huh.." She sniffed softly. "Well you gotta be a big girl Nattie. It's going to be okay." My poor girl..like I said we'd never been away for consecutive days before,  so this was something new. "Here, talk to daddy." "Hi daddy.." Natalie finally cracked a smile. "Hiii honey. Don't be sad honey we'll come back real soon. Look where mommy and I are." He flipped the camera to show her the beach and the giant ferris wheel  sitting on the pier. "Ooh pretty." "We'll take you guys here some day when we get back, but you gotta be good for aunt Cam. No more crying okay?" "Okay daddy.." "You guys owe me." Camryn smirked, setting Natalie down. "How long had you been carrying her for?" "Probably since she got out of the car." -Sunday- As the weekend came to a close, Noah and I looked back on the house we probably had the most sex outside of our own. We hadn't had alone time for a while, so we took full advantage. I called Camryn on facetime to let her know we were coming home. "What's up?" Logan answered. "Oh..hey Logan. Where's Camryn?" "She forgot her phone here, but I'm here with the kids except Natalie." "Wait..why isn't Natalie with them? Did something happen?" "No nothing like that, Cam decided to get a head start on practicing shopping for a little girl." Noah and I both looked at one another and had the same thought of uh-oh. "How come Selena isn't there?" Noah asked. "Dumb question honey. You know Sel isn't into shopping like Natalie." "Oh true.." When we got back to the house, Camryn and Logan were already there waiting for us. Kindly enough, Camryn made us dinner so we could tell them about our weekend trip. "So how much sex was had?" Camryn asked getting right into the nitty-gritty. Both Noah and I turned red, and immediately she knew the answer. "Well good for you guys. Sex shouldn't die just cause you guys have kids. Not pregnant righ?" "Aha yes I'm not pregnant, I'm on my pill."   "So how was the rest of the days with the kids after the facetime call?" "It was good, I just had to get her mind off of you guys. My god does she love you guys. Speaking of the little one, Natalie come down now please!" We heard the pattering of her tiny feet running down the stairs. "Hi mommy, hi daddy!" She dropped a big bag before running up to hug us. She had on a princess dress probably from the disney store. "Aw honey what're you wearing?" I asked, looking her up and down. "It's tangled!" "Oh the Rapunzel dress. DId you say thank you to aunt Cam?" "Thank you auntie Camryn." Natalie jumped up and gave Camryn a big hug and kiss. Noah and I rummaged through the bag of stuff Camryn bought Natalie, and it was so appropriate we made her Natalie's god mother. She's always spoiling her every opportunity she got. This was precisely no different, Camryn probably bought every princess dress they had at the disney store.

"Jesus Cam this is so much stuff!" "That's what I said." Logan smirked. "Hey! Shush, she's my god daughter and I need to spoil her with girl things before I have my own." "Lord practically buying the whole store." Noah said looking at all the dresses. "What can I say, I can do these kinds of things." Camryn flipped her hair, showing us how fabulous she was. Vintage Camryn to say the least.3

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People Share The Sweetest Thing Their 'Strict' Asian Dad Has Ever Done

Asian immigrant dads are often depicted in pop culture like that “high expectations Asian dad” meme ― strict and constantly disappointed.

Truth is, they can be just as goofy, embarrassing, and caring as any other dad. And though some may not explicitly say it, they love us and show it in the most powerful ways. 

In honor of Father’s Day on Sunday, HuffPost asked readers to share the sweetest thing their “strict” Asian dad has ever done. From working several jobs to make it in America, to going great lengths to cure their child’s homesickness, these stories prove that our fathers are perfect in their own ways.

Check out the sweet stories below. 

The Dad Who ― Rushing Out Of His Restaurant Job ― Endured A Burn To Be There For His Kid

“My dad heard I was crying at my nanny’s and rushed to finish cooking at the restaurant he worked at to get to me. Consequently, he accidentally gave himself a third degree burn from the wok in his effort to be there for me. There are moments like this throughout my childhood where he put me first despite his own comfort. I am indebted and sincerely grateful.” ― Jessica C.

A Father Who Drove Taxis And Worked Odd Jobs For His Family

“After arriving in the United States trained as an engineer, he took a number of odd jobs to provide for our family ― [he] drove taxis, was a security guard in a casino, and also worked a booth at a flea market. The sweetest and most meaningful things aren’t always the ones that make for a pretty picture.” ― Juhi T.

The Dad Who Didn’t Have Birthdays Growing Up, And Used His Lunch Break To Plan His Daughter’s 

“My dad has always made a big production out of me and my sister’s birthdays, stringing up the entire house with streamers and balloons. We used to go to bed early the night before our birthday, unable to sleep but giddy about the idea that our dad was on the other side of the door, transforming the house into something magical and just for us.

But when I turned 16, my dad had moved to an office nearly an hour away and didn’t have time to decorate.

So I went home after school, expecting nothing. But when I opened my bedroom door, I was welcomed by a freaking RAINBOW of decor. Even the windows were covered with paint markers. My dad had driven the distance during his lunch break, decorated my room (wicked fast probably), and then drove all the way back to work. Yes, my dad grew up in the typical poor, strict household in then-undeveloped Korea where birthdays came and went without notice. I guess when he moved to the States and had my sister and I, he wanted to do things differently, and he did.”  ― Sarah J.

The Poet Dad

“He was a poet and he was always so proud that I liked to write as well, so he would ask me to look over his poems. It made lil’ ol’ me feel pretty important.” ― Christine K.

The Dad Who Drove For Hours To Pick Up His Homesick Daughter 

“It was a Friday of my freshman year in college and I was both car-less, friendless and homesick. I called my dad, crying that I had made no friends at school and I wished I could come home. So to my surprise, my dad drove 3.5 hours up to get me and 3.5 hours down to take me home. I forgot to mention he had worked a 10 hour shift and opened that morning. And after the weekend was over, he did the same thing without letting me, or anyone else in my family, help him drive. I love you dad!” ― Megan-Joy D.

The Cheerleader Dad

“I was the ‘dumbest’ out of four siblings, because the rest were freaking child prodigies. But my dad, gosh, he knew I would face a lifetime of feeling inferior, so he always had my back. He ALWAYS built me up. Some of his last words to me were ‘not only are you the smartest out of all of them, you’re the most beautiful.’ Only the last bit was true.” ― Nama W.

A Father Who Left A Celebration To Comfort His Crying Daughter Over The Phone

“My parents are in a traditional arranged marriage, and never told me (nor my three other siblings) ‘I love you’ until I said it first at age 18. My dad never had to say it for me to know. The sweetest thing my papa has ever done is just one moment out of millions. I was newlywed, living across the country from my family/friends, and my husband had just been deployed overseas. I called him sobbing, and apparently he walked out of some celebration/party he was at just to listen to me cry. He would tell me it’s okay, that he’s still with me, and listened for 30 minutes until he finally told me ‘now tell me about everything beautiful in your life.’ He’s always there to pick me up during my darkest days and to celebrate my grandest achievements. I’m beyond blessed to call him my papa and my friend.” ― Jennifer B. 

A Dad And Stepdad Who Both Ensured Their Son Would Feel Valued

“Both of my dads―birth dad and stepdad ― are very sweet. When I was younger, my birth dad will always say ‘I love you’ in the morning, when I woke up in the a.m., with a smile. After my birth dad passed away, my stepdad became my father figure. When I was 23 years old, he gave me an encouraging talk when I came out during the holidays. That was when I got comfortable calling him dad.” ― Wendell S.

The Dad Who Planned A Museum And Pie Date To Spend Time With His Family

“My dad decided one weekend to take to the Corning Museum of Glass, which was a good three or so hours away. His plan was to take us to the museum and to a diner that ‘had the most delicious pies.’ I was young and a brat, so I sulked the whole time about it being far and I didn’t see the point in a museum of full of “stupid” glass stuff. My dad’s been gone for 25 years now, and I think back to those times and wish I had appreciated them - and him - more.” ― Vincent C. 

And The Dad ― Who Is Many Of Our Dads ― Who Curled His Daughter’s Bangs Before School 

“He used a curling iron to curl my bangs under before I headed off to elementary school. I recall thinking to myself ‘wow! I don’t think he has ever used one of these things before today. Does he know what to do? Will he burn my forehead?!’” ― Angelique L.

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People Share The Sweetest Thing Their 'Strict' Asian Dad Has Ever Done

Asian immigrant dads are often depicted in pop culture like that “high expectations Asian dad” meme ― strict and constantly disappointed.

Truth is, they can be just as goofy, embarrassing, and caring as any other dad. And though some may not explicitly say it, they love us and show it in the most powerful ways. 

In honor of Father’s Day on Sunday, HuffPost asked readers to share the sweetest thing their “strict” Asian dad has ever done. From working several jobs to make it in America, to going great lengths to cure their child’s homesickness, these stories prove that our fathers are perfect in their own ways.

Check out the sweet stories below. 

The Dad Who ― Rushing Out Of His Restaurant Job ― Endured A Burn To Be There For His Kid

“My dad heard I was crying at my nanny’s and rushed to finish cooking at the restaurant he worked at to get to me. Consequently, he accidentally gave himself a third degree burn from the wok in his effort to be there for me. There are moments like this throughout my childhood where he put me first despite his own comfort. I am indebted and sincerely grateful.” ― Jessica C.

A Father Who Drove Taxis And Worked Odd Jobs For His Family

“After arriving in the United States trained as an engineer, he took a number of odd jobs to provide for our family ― [he] drove taxis, was a security guard in a casino, and also worked a booth at a flea market. The sweetest and most meaningful things aren’t always the ones that make for a pretty picture.” ― Juhi T.

The Dad Who Didn’t Have Birthdays Growing Up, And Used His Lunch Break To Plan His Daughter’s 

“My dad has always made a big production out of me and my sister’s birthdays, stringing up the entire house with streamers and balloons. We used to go to bed early the night before our birthday, unable to sleep but giddy about the idea that our dad was on the other side of the door, transforming the house into something magical and just for us.

But when I turned 16, my dad had moved to an office nearly an hour away and didn’t have time to decorate.

So I went home after school, expecting nothing. But when I opened my bedroom door, I was welcomed by a freaking RAINBOW of decor. Even the windows were covered with paint markers. My dad had driven the distance during his lunch break, decorated my room (wicked fast probably), and then drove all the way back to work. Yes, my dad grew up in the typical poor, strict household in then-undeveloped Korea where birthdays came and went without notice. I guess when he moved to the States and had my sister and I, he wanted to do things differently, and he did.”  ― Sarah J.

The Poet Dad

“He was a poet and he was always so proud that I liked to write as well, so he would ask me to look over his poems. It made lil’ ol’ me feel pretty important.” ― Christine K.

The Dad Who Drove For Hours To Pick Up His Homesick Daughter 

“It was a Friday of my freshman year in college and I was both car-less, friendless and homesick. I called my dad, crying that I had made no friends at school and I wished I could come home. So to my surprise, my dad drove 3.5 hours up to get me and 3.5 hours down to take me home. I forgot to mention he had worked a 10 hour shift and opened that morning. And after the weekend was over, he did the same thing without letting me, or anyone else in my family, help him drive. I love you dad!” ― Megan-Joy D.

The Cheerleader Dad

“I was the ‘dumbest’ out of four siblings, because the rest were freaking child prodigies. But my dad, gosh, he knew I would face a lifetime of feeling inferior, so he always had my back. He ALWAYS built me up. Some of his last words to me were ‘not only are you the smartest out of all of them, you’re the most beautiful.’ Only the last bit was true.” ― Nama W.

A Father Who Left A Celebration To Comfort His Crying Daughter Over The Phone

“My parents are in a traditional arranged marriage, and never told me (nor my three other siblings) ‘I love you’ until I said it first at age 18. My dad never had to say it for me to know. The sweetest thing my papa has ever done is just one moment out of millions. I was newlywed, living across the country from my family/friends, and my husband had just been deployed overseas. I called him sobbing, and apparently he walked out of some celebration/party he was at just to listen to me cry. He would tell me it’s okay, that he’s still with me, and listened for 30 minutes until he finally told me ‘now tell me about everything beautiful in your life.’ He’s always there to pick me up during my darkest days and to celebrate my grandest achievements. I’m beyond blessed to call him my papa and my friend.” ― Jennifer B. 

A Dad And Stepdad Who Both Ensured Their Son Would Feel Valued

“Both of my dads―birth dad and stepdad ― are very sweet. When I was younger, my birth dad will always say ‘I love you’ in the morning, when I woke up in the a.m., with a smile. After my birth dad passed away, my stepdad became my father figure. When I was 23 years old, he gave me an encouraging talk when I came out during the holidays. That was when I got comfortable calling him dad.” ― Wendell S.

The Dad Who Planned A Museum And Pie Date To Spend Time With His Family

“My dad decided one weekend to take to the Corning Museum of Glass, which was a good three or so hours away. His plan was to take us to the museum and to a diner that ‘had the most delicious pies.’ I was young and a brat, so I sulked the whole time about it being far and I didn’t see the point in a museum of full of “stupid” glass stuff. My dad’s been gone for 25 years now, and I think back to those times and wish I had appreciated them - and him - more.” ― Vincent C. 

And The Dad ― Who Is Many Of Our Dads ― Who Curled His Daughter’s Bangs Before School 

“He used a curling iron to curl my bangs under before I headed off to elementary school. I recall thinking to myself ‘wow! I don’t think he has ever used one of these things before today. Does he know what to do? Will he burn my forehead?!’” ― Angelique L.

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People Share The Sweetest Thing Their 'Strict' Asian Dad Has Ever Done

Asian immigrant dads are often depicted in pop culture like that “high expectations Asian dad” meme ― strict and constantly disappointed.

Truth is, they can be just as goofy, embarrassing, and caring as any other dad. And though some may not explicitly say it, they love us and show it in the most powerful ways. 

In honor of Father’s Day on Sunday, HuffPost asked readers to share the sweetest thing their “strict” Asian dad has ever done. From working several jobs to make it in America, to going great lengths to cure their child’s homesickness, these stories prove that our fathers are perfect in their own ways.

Check out the sweet stories below. 

The Dad Who ― Rushing Out Of His Restaurant Job ― Endured A Burn To Be There For His Kid

“My dad heard I was crying at my nanny’s and rushed to finish cooking at the restaurant he worked at to get to me. Consequently, he accidentally gave himself a third degree burn from the wok in his effort to be there for me. There are moments like this throughout my childhood where he put me first despite his own comfort. I am indebted and sincerely grateful.” ― Jessica C.

A Father Who Drove Taxis And Worked Odd Jobs For His Family

“After arriving in the United States trained as an engineer, he took a number of odd jobs to provide for our family ― [he] drove taxis, was a security guard in a casino, and also worked a booth at a flea market. The sweetest and most meaningful things aren’t always the ones that make for a pretty picture.” ― Juhi T.

The Dad Who Didn’t Have Birthdays Growing Up, And Used His Lunch Break To Plan His Daughter’s 

“My dad has always made a big production out of me and my sister’s birthdays, stringing up the entire house with streamers and balloons. We used to go to bed early the night before our birthday, unable to sleep but giddy about the idea that our dad was on the other side of the door, transforming the house into something magical and just for us.

But when I turned 16, my dad had moved to an office nearly an hour away and didn’t have time to decorate.

So I went home after school, expecting nothing. But when I opened my bedroom door, I was welcomed by a freaking RAINBOW of decor. Even the windows were covered with paint markers. My dad had driven the distance during his lunch break, decorated my room (wicked fast probably), and then drove all the way back to work. Yes, my dad grew up in the typical poor, strict household in then-undeveloped Korea where birthdays came and went without notice. I guess when he moved to the States and had my sister and I, he wanted to do things differently, and he did.”  ― Sarah J.

The Poet Dad

“He was a poet and he was always so proud that I liked to write as well, so he would ask me to look over his poems. It made lil’ ol’ me feel pretty important.” ― Christine K.

The Dad Who Drove For Hours To Pick Up His Homesick Daughter 

“It was a Friday of my freshman year in college and I was both car-less, friendless and homesick. I called my dad, crying that I had made no friends at school and I wished I could come home. So to my surprise, my dad drove 3.5 hours up to get me and 3.5 hours down to take me home. I forgot to mention he had worked a 10 hour shift and opened that morning. And after the weekend was over, he did the same thing without letting me, or anyone else in my family, help him drive. I love you dad!” ― Megan-Joy D.

The Cheerleader Dad

“I was the ‘dumbest’ out of four siblings, because the rest were freaking child prodigies. But my dad, gosh, he knew I would face a lifetime of feeling inferior, so he always had my back. He ALWAYS built me up. Some of his last words to me were ‘not only are you the smartest out of all of them, you’re the most beautiful.’ Only the last bit was true.” ― Nama W.

A Father Who Left A Celebration To Comfort His Crying Daughter Over The Phone

“My parents are in a traditional arranged marriage, and never told me (nor my three other siblings) ‘I love you’ until I said it first at age 18. My dad never had to say it for me to know. The sweetest thing my papa has ever done is just one moment out of millions. I was newlywed, living across the country from my family/friends, and my husband had just been deployed overseas. I called him sobbing, and apparently he walked out of some celebration/party he was at just to listen to me cry. He would tell me it’s okay, that he’s still with me, and listened for 30 minutes until he finally told me ‘now tell me about everything beautiful in your life.’ He’s always there to pick me up during my darkest days and to celebrate my grandest achievements. I’m beyond blessed to call him my papa and my friend.” ― Jennifer B. 

A Dad And Stepdad Who Both Ensured Their Son Would Feel Valued

“Both of my dads―birth dad and stepdad ― are very sweet. When I was younger, my birth dad will always say ‘I love you’ in the morning, when I woke up in the a.m., with a smile. After my birth dad passed away, my stepdad became my father figure. When I was 23 years old, he gave me an encouraging talk when I came out during the holidays. That was when I got comfortable calling him dad.” ― Wendell S.

The Dad Who Planned A Museum And Pie Date To Spend Time With His Family

“My dad decided one weekend to take to the Corning Museum of Glass, which was a good three or so hours away. His plan was to take us to the museum and to a diner that ‘had the most delicious pies.’ I was young and a brat, so I sulked the whole time about it being far and I didn’t see the point in a museum of full of “stupid” glass stuff. My dad’s been gone for 25 years now, and I think back to those times and wish I had appreciated them - and him - more.” ― Vincent C. 

And The Dad ― Who Is Many Of Our Dads ― Who Curled His Daughter’s Bangs Before School 

“He used a curling iron to curl my bangs under before I headed off to elementary school. I recall thinking to myself ‘wow! I don’t think he has ever used one of these things before today. Does he know what to do? Will he burn my forehead?!’” ― Angelique L.

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