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Part IV
A/N: I know yall wanna fight me LOL I couldn’t figure this next part out to save my life. But my brain is working a little better now, and I wanted to get this out. Not me posting two fics two days in a row! Don’t get comfortable because this is out of the norm LOL stay tuned boos!
Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black Reader
Snoring peacefully in the king bed of the guest house with an open window, the loud buzz of a lawnmower startled you almost to death. Erik’s baritone carried over to the guesthouse, guiding the landscaper while giving him notes. Rolling your eyes internally at the thought of Erik, you gather up the courage to roll over and pick up the burner Erik gave you. It was time to let your best friend know what’s up. Knowing her cell number by heart, your fingers tremble as you input the digits. It only rings once.
“Y/N???? Y/N? Sis is that you??” Denitra sounded like she had been waiting by the phone the whole time for a call from a number she wouldn’t even recognize. You immediately burst into tears. Everything from the past is flooding back. You and Nitra busting ass for midterms. You supporting her when she crossed and wrangling all the balloons at her probate. Y’all squealing over the gigantic engagement ring Eddie proposed to you with. The last embrace you guys ever had before you left behind all that you ever knew.
“Hi baby. I’m sorry. It’s just so good to hear your voice. I’m okay! I’m okay.”
Denitra shut her office door closed, and paced back and forth nervously. “Where are you, Y/N? Are you alone??? Do you still have money? Has he tried to still—“
You give a good belly laugh with your face still wet with tears because that’s how your best friend is. Making sure A and B equal C. “Nitra, take a breath sis. I promise I’m okay. I’m not gonna tell you where I am, so do not ask. Just know that I’m being taken care of properly.”
Nitra looked at her phone like it had three heads. “Bitch, who is taking care of you???” More belly laughs from you. Y’all chat it up for the next 30 minutes. You’re very careful about revealing any info to your best friend. If there’s anything you know about your ex fiancé, it’s that he will stop at nothing for information. Giving her plausible deniability could save Nitra from his wrath. Or push him further into mania. You had to believe in your heart of hearts she would be safe if she didn’t know anything, for your own sanity.
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“Miss Y/N, I have prepared breakfast for the house in the dining room. I would love for you to join us!” Leah, Erik’s middle aged housekeeper, spoke over the intercom to make you aware. Maybe you and her could spend some time alone today.
“Yes ma’am, I’ll be there!” You finish up with your best friend, shower and cross the pool to the house. The house smells absolutely amazing— a spread was made of scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey sausage, and homemade biscuits. “Leah, this is awesome! Thank you so much!!”
Leah was definitely one of those Black women who could throw down in the kitchen and cherished when people enjoyed her food. She leaned back on the island and sipped her coffee with pride. It was only you and Leah downstairs, but you did happen to peep some luggage by the front door. Who’s leaving? Black Barbie? Or Black Ken?
Holding no qualms about your outer appearance, you dug in. You were starving, and Leah put a hurting on them biscuits. Light steps are heard coming from the upper floor and Monica appeared looking completely ethereal. “Good morning everyone!!”
It was still a bit early for her to be elongating her vowels but you greeted her accordingly. Leah didn’t speak, just peeping over her coffee mug. “I unfortunately have a day trip to Cali—Christopher John Rogers’ publicist has been incessant about me modeling their new spring collection. I’ll be back tomorrow evening though! You ladies have a splendid time!!” Monica split a biscuit in half, gave you an unexpected bear hug, and traipsed out the door.
“Thank God. I’ll at least have one person to talk to with more than half a brain cell.” Leah washed out her mug, and you snickered when she said that. It was petty. But, oh well. Leah winked at you, when Erik decided to show up.
“Ladies. Good morning.” He typed away at his phone while he made himself some coffee. Leah responded. But not you. What could you say to him now that you seen what that dick was hitting for? It’s evident he caught you looking last night and he wanted you to look….right? Not stopping to sit down at the table with you, he picked up a biscuit and headed back upstairs. From the bannister on the upper floor, Erik could look into the kitchen from above. You lost the fight not to gaze at him. Looking up, he was already staring at you before going into his office and shutting the door. Why is this man so intense…
Leah began clearing the table since you were done eating and cut her eyes at you. Something was up between you two, but she didn’t push. Erik told her everything about your situation and how you both came to meet. Leah was trustworthy and lived a lot of life before working full time with Erik. She empathized with you wholly, seeing that you were lost in the world. She was proud of Erik for doing the right thing—the boy was certain he was damned to hell. This was proof he wasn’t.
“I’ll wash if you dry.” You offered. Leah accepted happily, nice to have someone who didn’t act like she was a personal maid. You noticed that Leah didn’t say much. She was always watching though.
“Leah, what do you have planned for today?” Putting your hand on your hip, you turn to her with a smirk on your lips.
“Well, I do need to coordinate with the pool boy, wash a couple loads, vacuum the guest rooms, start on lunch—“
“Ehhhh, that can wait. Let’s go shopping. I gotta get off this property or I’m gonna go postal. Erik’s a big boy, he’ll be all right for a few hours. I’ll go tell Caleb to start the car.” You leave to let the driver know, not even allowing her to respond. Fun was majorly needed.
Meeting Leah at the front door, you pile in the expedition to head to the nearest mall. Scratching your veve tattoo on your side, your thumb scrolls through the mall directory when you get an iMessage from an unknown number.
“Going somewhere?”
Who else would it be but him? It was purposeful to leave without telling him. Erik had you twisted all the way up inside…….it wasn’t totally smart but this gave you some semblance of control back into the dynamic. Being a helpless damsel in distress wasn’t a good look on you and you didn’t want it to start now….even if you really did need all the support you could get. You weren’t gonna pass this moment of brief freedom up. “Yes I need things. And I need some fresh air.”
“This ain’t no damn vacation. Get what you need, and have Caleb return you ladies back to the property.”
Oh? He is feeling very jazzy this afternoon. You leave him on read, and hop out with Leah. She’s very patient and a very good listener. She can sense the wheels turning in your head, sorting what to do and what’s already been done.
The two of you scoured through Old Navy, Five Below, Rainbow, Bath and Body Works, Aldo, and left a whirlwind in Macy’s. Caleb fought his frustration watching you traipse from store to store. Retail therapy was a balm to your open wounds. The cares of your world fell away trying on different jeans and comfortable jumpsuits while you reconciled everything. A blessing also came in the form of companionship with Leah.
Widowed at 45, the Nashville native was blessed to have two pensions and an empty nest. She let you in on how her and Erik met and how he was like a son to her now more than anything. The two of you conversed over piping hot Japanese teriyaki in the food court surrounded by department store bags. “He reminded me of my son Travis. His father died when he was so young, and it was an uphill battle to wrangle him back from the dark side. Erik has his demons and yet he still has a code. I could never deny that boy.”
You listened intently and soaked it in. Demons huh? You figured he had access and resources being an alleged government contractor but it appears his baggage is a bit more nuanced. What had Erik seen and done? Why go out of his way to help a stranger? You had more questions than answers but were still somehow pleased with the new info.
Caleb had been staring a hole in your head for the last half hour. You put him out of his misery and he comes to gather your bags. Leah squeezed your arm and y’all headed to the car. The mean grinch awaits you both and had lashings for you for sure.
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“Split up. Go. Ven allá!” Eddie directed his goons to search the town square in the sleepy little town of Randolph, Vermont. Two guys took the north end, while three guys took the south end. They questioned jewelers, shoe repairmen, butchers, ski shop owners, hotel clerks, etc. Nothing revealed any inkling of you. Eddie himself called every single roach motel in the surrounding area and nobody by the name of Y/N Nazario. He even asked if you went by your maiden name, and still nothing. “Something’s not right.”
Him and his goons reconvened at a late night diner. They couldn’t look more out of place—Cuban and Haitian American men with no sense of humor being served by lily white folks whose most lively occurrence were a cat getting stuck in a tree. “Boss, could she have been tipped off?”
Eddie ran through the scenario again and again in his mind. There should have been no time that you would have known he was coming. “Are you guys sure that she didn’t see Arturo at the train station? If she saw his fuckin face, she would have been spooked.”
Eddie’s lieutenant, Carmen insisted personally that he didn’t. Arturo wouldn’t be able to eat without a feeding tube for a while to make sure of that. “Let’s go. We need to pay a visit.”
~
Back at the ranch, you and Leah have situated all of your new purchases in the closet and bathroom in the guest house. No more living out of a purse. To end the night, you guys head back to the main house while Leah popped the cork on a Merlot that was to die for while some smooth jazz played on Erik’s surround sound.
He comes from his garage after playing around with a transmission for an old school Chevelle he’s been restoring, to see you two cozied up. At least you found someone to confide in. “Thelma and Louise have returned I see.” You both cackle and pour him a glass.
“Better watch your wallet!” You bust out laughing, clearly tipsy.
“Wel I’m glad you had fun but can you please let me know that you’ve left the house before you just duck off like that? We’re trying to keep you safe remember? I can’t do that if I don’t know where you are.” Erik gives the warning tenderly but with some steel as well. Leah says nothing and sips more of her wine, secretly amused at his overprotective nature. She knows he means well.
You drain your glass and go to pour another one. “Yes Dad. I’ll always check in before curfew.” Red wine always does this to you.
“Well kids, I’m going to lay down for the night. I’ll see you both bright and early for breakfast.” Leah rinsed her glass out and placed it in the sink and kissed Erik on his cheek. “Good night, son.”
“Good night, Leah.” His dimples make another appearance and your stomach does a hurdle. She squeezes your shoulder and heads upstairs. You take your glass and the whole bottle to the couch, and you feel his eyes on your back the whole time. How was this going to work?
The wine fills your mouth adding to your buzz and your eyes close as you bob your head to the jazz. You feel the couch dip as Erik sits right next to you. “I see someone ran it up today.”
“I deserve it, don’t I? With all things considered..”
His eyebrow raised and he inhaled more of the Merlot. “No complaints from me, Y/N. Just pointing out the obvious. I see you and Leah have gotten close. She’s an outstanding woman.”
“Yes she really is. So sweet and so wise. I enjoy her company. Reminds me of my mom..” Damn. How long has it been since you’ve spoken with her?
“Have you used the burner phone yet? I hope you have, I told you it can’t be traced.”
“Yes, I reached out to my best friend. She’s sworn to secrecy. Not my parents though. One word from me and Eddie would absolutely know something right away, they can’t hold water.”
Erik drained his Merlot and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. “Well at least you know who to trust with certain information. Can I ask you a question?”
Your heart fell in your butt when he said that. Oh God. You weren’t ready to reveal that you been daydreaming about his bare body all day. “Shoot.”
“Your tattoo. It’s a Haitian veve with a Kongo cosmogram around it. Does it mean something?” Erik was fishing for info for sure. How could someone so sweet and tender as you get caught up in such an evil force as Mr. Nazario?
“We’re gonna need more wine, if we’re going to get into that.” Erik immediately got up and got another bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew and poured generously for the both of you.
Words start pouring out of you. The whirlwind of you and Eddie’s romance and how intense and handsome he was had you under a spell. It didn’t take much for him to convince you to become his queen of his empire. Erik listened intently and engaged with you. It’s no wonder why Monica is head over heels. He’s fine as fuck, incredibly sharp and got bank. But he’s holding something back.
Him and Eddie weren’t that different in that regard you found. Erik revealed very little about himself yet was able to extract information from you with ease. Too easily, for that matter. Eventually, you were all talked out, and fell asleep on the couch. Erik was comfortable himself and didn’t want to move. He pulled the throw blanket over the both of you, whispered “sweet dreams” in your ear, and dozed off himself.
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State of Emergency: Code White
Here is the third and final part of my State of Emergency universe, originally inspired by the 1997 Tommy Lee Jones movie, Volcano. This picks up about six and a half months after State of Emergency: Future Glimpse, Part 2 of this series. All the love and thanks in the world to @profdanglaisstuff for her beta services, @thisonesatellite for sharing her earthquake knowledge with me, and @hollyethecurious for her listening ear and her assurance that this idea wasn't garbage. And last but certainly not least, @searchingwardrobes and @stahlop for their help in deciding on a title. I hope you enjoy this conclusion and let me know what you think! Read more link after the first scene, unless Tumblr ate it.
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August 28, 2021
A squeal that was nearly loud enough to break the windows drew Emma’s attention away from where Killian was checking them into the Hotel Casa del Mar for Graham and Ruby’s wedding the next day. She turned just in time to hold out her arms before Ruby barrelled into her nearly nine months pregnant belly.
“Emma!” she exclaimed, “Look at you!” She grasped Emma’s shoulders and held her away from her, scrutinizing every part of her with an eye that only a best friend of many, many years could accomplish. Apparently satisfied with what she found, Ruby pulled her close and rubbed her tummy all while murmuring to her honorary niece or nephew.
“Hello there, my darling,” she cooed, “How is my little angel today? I hope you didn’t make the drive down too difficult for your mom. I can’t wait to meet you in just a few more weeks.” She ended her questioning monologue with a kiss to the top of her belly. If it had been anyone else, Emma would have introduced them to her fist long before now, but this was Ruby. Her best friend since junior high. Certain privileges came with that kind of longevity.
“I’m fine, too,” she laughed, “Thanks for asking, Ruby.” Ruby rose up laughing at her sarcasm and drawing her close again.
“Ohhh,” she breathed, “I’m so happy to see you! We cannot go three months without seeing each other ever again.”
Killian turned away from the counter with a wide grin before Ruby released Emma and greeted him with an enthusiastic hug as well. “You hear me, Jones?” she asked, pulling away, “Emma and I cannot go three months between seeing each other ever again.”
“Duly noted,” he replied. “Where’s Graham?”
Ruby turned away as her tall, sandy haired fianceé sauntered over to where the three of them still stood. The men greeted each other with a firm handshake before embracing.
“It’s good to see you, mate,” Killian greeted his best friend as Graham returned the sentiment. They moved away from the check in counter, toward the elevators finalizing plans for dinner in a couple of hours. Emma was happy to see everyone, but she was really looking forward to a nice long soak in the whirlpool tub in their room and maybe a nap beforehand. The ride down from Sacramento had been brutal. The whirlpool jets on the tight muscles in her lower back where the achiness had settled would feel like heaven. The normally about five and a half hour drive had taken them nearly nine, with her bladder demands every hour or so and needing to stretch her legs.
They all rode the elevator together, Ruby and Emma keeping their arms around each other the entire way. Finally making it to their rooms, the men had to nearly peel the ladies away from each other.
“Come on, Swan,” Killian cajoled, “that whirlpool tub is waiting.” He waggled his brows suggestively, earning him an eye roll.
“All right, fine,” she whined, releasing Ruby. Ruby immediately stepped into Graham's arms and they turned back toward their worn out friend.
“We’ll see you downstairs at 7:30,” she said. “That should give you enough time for a bath and rest for a little while. Have to make sure you’re taking care of my niece or nephew, ya know.”
Emma and Killian both grinned. “We’ll see you then.”
~*~*~
Emma entered the elevator and stretched her back with a grimace on her face and a soft exhale at the achiness there. Killian was by her side instantly, his hand rubbing circles into the small of her back.
“Are you alright, darling?” he asked. “Need another soak in the tub when we get back to the room tonight?”
Emma turned to him with a smile on her face at his concern. “Those jets felt wonderful. Another soak after dinner may be just what the doctor ordered. All those hours in the car, just…” she trailed away with another stretch and quiet groan. “I know you love that car, but we are NEVER traveling out of town in it again.”
The elevator doors opened and they stepped out to find Killian’s brother Liam and his girlfriend, Elsa already waiting. Liam was an Anglican priest and would be performing the ceremony the next day. Elsa, while not a bridesmaid, had been welcomed into the group when she and Liam had started dating last spring and so she was invited to enjoy all the festivities with the wedding party. They were still sharing hugs and greetings when Mary Margaret and David and then the bride and groom arrived.
They moved the party to one of the best seafood places in Santa Monica. Right on the water, it served steak and fresh out of the ocean seafood. It had been a favorite when she had lived here and she had informed Ruby that she was resigning as Matron of Honor if they didn’t eat there sometime over the weekend. She may not be able to eat any shellfish, but she could still have her filet mignon.
The evening was filled with good food, good drinks, laughter, and stories. Emma got to share the story about when she and Ruby had tried to fake-ID their way into a hot new club on the beach back when they were in high school. All Ruby’s idea, of course. But then, in retaliation, Ruby had to tell the story about the first time Emma got completely hammered, after their college graduation.
“Single mom, graduating summa cum laude,” she shrugged, with a smirk, “I was entitled.” Her smirk softened into a more genuine, grateful smile. “I couldn’t have done it without Ruby, David and M’s.”
“Damn right!” Ruby exclaimed, toasting Emma’s raised glass with her own. Laughter broke out from around the table and more toasts were raised to Emma’s success and to the happy couple. Finally, Graham stood.
“Who would have guessed that one of the greatest natural disasters that California has ever seen would lead me, lead us here.” He smiled down at Ruby, affectionately. “Killian and I have been friends for a decade. Ever since he hired me right out of college to work at the Geological Survey. When he was promoted, he brought me along with him to work as his assistant. And it was that position that led me to this beautiful, wonderful woman by my side this evening. The woman that I am so blessed to be marrying tomorrow.” He looked back down at his soon-to-be bride, as she fanned herself dramatically, trying to hide her blush. He leaned down and pulled Ruby’s chin up and captured her lips in a tender kiss as whoops and hollers from around the table were directed at the happy couple. He sat down and draped his arm around her shoulder as she snuggled into his side, red lips smiling widely.
Killian rose then. “I’ll keep this brief, since we still have the Dudes Day Lunch tomorrow,” he began, as loud guffaws broke out over the name. “Hey!” he exclaimed, “don’t laugh at me! It was old man Liam’s idea!” He pointed at his brother whose face flamed red at being outed for coming up with that ridiculous name. “Anyway, Graham fell for Ruby nearly as fast as I did for Emma. And I could not be happier for the both of you. But I have to say, mate, I made better use of my time.” More laughs came from the gathered friends as he waggled his eyebrows salaciously at his wife as he sat down.
“Well, you were on more of a time clock than I was, mate,” Graham reminded him. “Had to fit the wedding in once the Governor decided he wanted you in Sacramento.”
Killian nodded in agreement before drawing Emma into his side. He couldn’t help but rub his hand on her swollen belly before kissing her on the temple. Now that the speeches were over, the dinner party quickly wound down. They made their way back to the hotel and all went their separate ways, wishing each other a good night and reiterating the plans for the morning.
Emma came out of the bathroom over an hour later, hair and body scrubbed clean until it glowed in the low light of the lamps of the room.
“How’s your back, darling?” he asked, quietly, “Still aching?”
“Yes,” she yawned, climbing in the bed. “But I think that soak and more than an hour in this bed will go a long way to helping it feel better. I’m really looking forward to the massage in the morning. I’m sure I’ll be right as rain after that.” She snuggled as close as she could into his chest before looking up and drawing him into a kiss.
“Hmmmm,” he hummed against her lips. “I’m sure you will be too. Goodnight, Swan.”
She turned in his arms that tenderly cupped their unborn child. “Goodnight.”
~*~*~
Killian couldn’t stop the grin that spread his lips as he caught sight of the female portion of the bridal party exiting the elevators that brought them down from the spa on the top floor of the hotel. Emma was radiant, hair and makeup done to perfection and appearing to be even more relaxed than she had been when she left their room that morning. Apparently, a good night's sleep in a very comfortable bed plus a facial and pregnancy massage did wonders for his beloved wife’s countenance.
“Swan,” he called, approaching her as the party made their way toward the hotel restaurant. She turned toward him with the most beautiful smile on her face, she nearly took his breath away.
“Hi,” she replied, meeting him halfway and turning her face up to his for his kiss.
“How was the spa, darling?” he asked, rubbing circles into the small of her back. “How does your back feel?”
“Amazing,” she gushed, “Rose was my therapist and I nearly fell asleep under her fingers. I have had a couple of twinges since the massage, but nothing like yesterday on the way down.”
“Good,” he replied, “I’m glad to hear it. We’ll be at the oyster bar if you need me,” he said, pointing across the lobby. The smile she graced him with was full of happiness. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his own again. “I’ll see you after lunch.”
She hummed as he let her go. Emma couldn’t hide her appreciative smirk as she watched her husband saunter away before she caught up with the other ladies at the matré d’s podium. “Bridal luncheon for four under the name Jones,” she informed the man.
“Right this way, ladies.”
He led them across the gleaming marble floor toward a beautifully appointed table only a few feet in front of the floor to ceiling windows that looked out on the beach where Ruby and Graham would be exchanging their vows in about six hours. The ladies oooo-ed and ahhh-ed over the view and the richness of their surroundings. Settling themselves in their chairs, their server appeared pouring water in their glasses and taking their drink orders before disappearing again.
“Ruby,” breathed Mary Margaret, “this is absolutely beautiful!”
“I know!” their friend agreed. “Isn’t it? They had a picture of the restaurant on the website and when I saw it, I knew this is where I wanted everything to be.” Ruby sighed, happily. “I’ve always dreamt of a sunset wedding on the beach.” From where they sat, they could see the area where the wedding coordinator and her crew were already hard at work getting ready for the nuptials that evening.
“Don’t I know it.” Emma rolled her eyes, good naturedly. “I’ve been listening to it for years.” She drew her best friend into a side hug as the other ladies looked on, wide smiles on their faces. “And I couldn’t be happier for you both.”
Their server returned with their drinks and took their orders for lunch. Once he withdrew, Elsa raised her glass to the bride. “I know that I’m not as close with all you ladies as you are to each other, but I’d be remiss if I neglected to tell you all thank you first for including me in your festivities and second for welcoming me into your group with such open arms. I know that Liam is so thrilled and honored to be joining you and Graham in marriage this evening, Ruby, and we both wish you every happiness and blessing in your union.”
Tears glistened in Ruby’s eyes as she rose from her place at the table and came around to gather Elsa into a warm hug. “Thank you, Elsa,” she choked out. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally be marrying Graham. And having you here to celebrate with us makes it that much better. There are truly no words for how happy it makes me to see Liam so happy. How happy you’ve made him.” Elsa’s lovely face flushed at Ruby’s words. “When I met Killian, he, and then Liam, joined David as the brothers I’d never had. So it does my heart good that you’ve found each other.” Ruby let go and returned to her seat just as their lunches arrived.
~*~*~
“Hear, hear!” The four men raised their pints and toasted Graham’s happiness after Liam had spoken a few words that if the ladies had heard, would have earned them all eye rolls and playfully indignant slaps at the raunchiness of the teasing. Well, except maybe Graham. Ruby would have been just as likely to laugh and raise her glass with the rest of them.
After taking a sip, Killian rose from his seat. “As Best Man, and the reason that Graham met Ruby in the first place, I have a few words to say.” The laughter among the men died down as they all fixed their attention on him. “Graham, words cannot express how happy I am for you that this day has finally arrived. I knew the moment I entered the control center two and a half years ago that there was something different about you, and when you smiled at Ruby I could immediately see what it was.” Graham’s face broke into a soft smile as his eyes took on the dreamy quality of pleasant memories. “There’s nothing like a disaster of epic proportions to drive people together. You were smitten with Ruby that very first day. It has been a joy and privilege to watch you fall in love with the wonderful woman that you will make your wife in just a few hours from now.” He raised his glass high again in a toast. “To Graham and Ruby.”
“To Graham and Ruby,” the others echoed, raising their own glasses.
“May you find every happiness in life together, for you certainly deserve it.” Killian took his seat just as their server approached with their meals.
~*~*~
The ladies had enjoyed their lunch and were waiting for their Death by Chocolate desserts when Emma rose. Stretching her back with a grimace, Emma placed her hand on her back and waved away M’s concerned face. She looked down at her best friend and smiled gently.
“Ruby, you’ve been my best friend in the world since we were twelve years old and you moved into my school district. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you. You came into our 7th grade Theater class like a whirlwind.” Ruby chuckled at the memory. “You sat next to me and didn’t let my natural shyness and ‘prickly-ness,’” Emma placed quote signs around the word that Ruby had undoubtedly used many times in referring to her, “deter you. You were gonna be my friend if it killed you to do it. You were my closest friend in no time flat and I am so grateful. It’s been my joy and privilege to grow up with you, to travel the ups and downs of life with you up to this point, that I’ll now be handing off to your husband in just a few hours. And also to watch you fall in love with the love of your life. There are no words to express my happiness for you both.”
A gasp broke from Emma’s lips as a tightening in her back that radiated around her front caused her to hunch over and grab the table before her. The silverware and glassware rattled as the ladies exchanged nervous glances.
Emma laughed, breathlessly, “That really hurt,” she gasped, trying to sit down again. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”
The tableware continued to rattle and Emma followed M’s and Elsa’s gaze upward to where the large chandelier hanging over their table was swinging back and forth.
“Earthquake!” M’s cried, “Everyone under the table!”
Emma got down on all fours and made her way under the table along with the others. Terror overtook her as the shaking continued. Thoughts of Killian on the other side of the lobby and Henry still in Sacramento raced through her mind as she prayed for their and her own and her baby’s safety. The shaking was beginning to subside when the table collapsed on the four of them, forcing Emma to flatten herself on the floor, her face buried in Ruby’s lap. The pain that ripped through her caused her to scream in agony before everything went black.
~*~*~
The shaking had finally subsided, but the scream and sudden silence from Emma terrified Mary Margaret more than the earthquake had. “Emma? Elsa? Ruby? Everyone okay?”
Ruby, her back facing M’s and bent over from the table on top of them was the first to answer. “I’m ok, but Emma’s unconscious. Her head is in my lap.”
“Okay, we have to get the table off of Emma. On the count of three everybody push as hard as you can. One, two, three!”
Groans from the others filled her ears, but she was barely aware of them as she pushed with all her might against the heavy surface of the table above her. Suddenly, the table gave way as it and the chandelier that had fallen on it flipped off of them. The sunlight nearly blinded her and it took a moment of furious blinking before M’s was able to scan over the others before she scrambled to a still unconscious Emma.
“Emma? Emma!” she cried, checking her pulse and respiration before noticing the wetness that was spreading out from under her sister-in-law. “Ok, I need everyone to surround Emma to help me turn her on her back. Very carefully. I think her water’s broken.”
A gasp broke from Ruby at M’s speculation. M’s eyes met Elsa’s pain filled ones as she realized that she was holding her left arm across her chest. The darkening bruise that took up most of her forearm clued her in that Elsa’s arm was badly broken and she wouldn’t be much help in moving Emma.
“We have to get Emma on her back so I can see exactly what is happening with the baby. As soon as I’m done with that, I’ll get your arm splinted.”
Elsa nodded. “Making sure that Emma and the baby are okay is more important. I can wait.”
“Okay,” she agreed, “Ruby, can you get Emma’s shoulders turned to the left? I’ll handle the torso.”
Ruby nodded and took her position. “On the count of three. One, two, three.” With a mighty heave they were able to get Emma on her back as she let out a low moan at the action.
The front of Emma’s dress was soaked. Mary Margaret wasted no time in shucking the maxi dress she wore up around her waist and removing her underwear. Ruby was gently shaking Emma’s shoulders and murmuring in her ear trying to get her to wake up as Mary Margaret checked to see how far along in labor she was.
“She’s six centimeters,” M’s announced, with obvious relief. “The baby’s coming. Ruby, I need you to get to the front of the hotel and find some paramedics. Hopefully there’s some nearby and you won’t have any trouble getting out there or getting them back here. If you see any employee’s on your way out, tell them we need water and towels here, ASAP.”
Emma was finally starting to come around as Ruby was maneuvering out from under her. “What happened,” she mumbled.
M’s moved to Emma’s head. She placed both hands on her cheeks and held her attention. “Emma, I need you to look at me. Do you know where you are? Do you know what’s happening today?”
“Uh, we’re at the hotel? And we just finished lunch? Ruby and Graham are getting married.” It was really more of a question than she would have liked, but at least there weren’t any memory gaps.
“Yes, that’s good!” M’s exclaimed, “Very good! There was an earthquake and we were trapped under the table. We’ve gotten the table off of us, but your water has broken. The baby is coming.” The calm that normally characterized her in an emergency situation descended on Mary Margaret. She may not have expected to deliver her niece or nephew, but she was far from inexperienced in matters such as these.
“The baby is coming?” Emma cried, “I’m not due for another five weeks! Will he be okay?”
Looking into Emma’s eyes, she could see that panic threatened to overtake her. She infused all the confidence she could muster from the less than ideal situation into her smile before she shared her expectations for the situation.
“At thirty-five weeks, the baby will almost definitely be fine. At this stage of pregnancy, the baby is mostly gaining weight and preparing for delivery. Our only concern is the setting. This is obviously far from ideal.” At that moment their server arrived with an armful of towels and two water pitchers.
“Thank you,” M’s said, taking the supplies from him. Turning back to Emma, she continued. “You are six centimeters dialated and I expect you’ll be ready to push here in about an hour.”
Emma nodded, trying her best to find some measure of comfort that M’s was with her and would do everything she could to ensure a safe delivery of her child. Wanting nothing more than for Killian to be at her side, she closed her eyes and took a deep cleansing breath. She could feel the tightening in her back again spreading around to the front that she had become familiar with since yesterday. She should have realized that the pain was early labor and not just uncomfortable seats in Killian’s beloved classic SS Chevelle. But there was nothing to do about that now. She could only pray that Killian was unhurt and making his way to her and their baby.
~*~*~
When the earthquake finally stopped, Killian and the other men came out from under the bar where they had taken cover when the shaking began. It was all he could do to breathe as terror filled him as he looked around the restaurant and out to the lobby beyond. It was obviously a major earthquake, but the damage he could see was relatively minor. He knew that it would take him some time to get to Emma, however. He looked over to his companions.
“Everyone alright?” he asked.
A chorus of “yesses” and “fine” met him. “I’ve got to get to Emma,” he blurted out, picking his way around the debris as he headed toward the lobby.
“Hold on, brother.” Liam approached and grabbed him by the arm.
“Don’t you try to stop me,” Killian yelled, jerking away from him. “I have to make sure she’s safe. She and the baby.” The terror rose again and tears filled his eyes as the possibilities played out in his mind.
“I’m not trying to stop you, Killian,” Liam agreed, “I’m simply telling you that we’re coming with you. We all want to make sure our ladies are safe.”
Killian deflated. “Of course, brother,” he replied, chagrined. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“They’re safe. They’re all safe. I have to believe that. Everybody, here? Okay, lets go,” Liam called.
~*~*~
BREAKING NEWS scrolled across the television screen, drawing Henry Jones’ attention away from the comic book he was looking at. He was hanging out in a gift shop at the airport terminal before his flight to LAX started boarding. He stared at the monitor in horror as the newscaster was reporting on the 6.7 earthquake that had just hit Los Angeles. Footage of the destruction took his breath away. He hadn’t seen anything like it since the volcano erupted in LA two and half years ago.
A helicopter above the carnage was relaying live pictures as the anchor scrambled trying to report on the disaster. He looked over at the screen where his three o’clock flight was listed. A red CANCELED already flashed next to it. He could feel the fear rising up within, threatening to choke him. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer for his parents and friends. Especially his baby brother or sister.
Taking a deep breath, he could hear his dad’s voice in his head telling him to stay calm. He was a smart kid and to think about what he needed to do. Feeling at least a little less agitated, he pulled his phone out and texted his friend Thomas to come back and get him due to the cancellation. Thomas was his section leader in the trombone section of his high school band. They had a long rehearsal yesterday to learn the new halftime show for this Friday’s game that he couldn’t miss, not if he wanted to maintain his place in the show anyway. Arrangements had been made with Thomas’ family and for him to fly down on Sunday instead of driving down with his parents the day before. Once that text was sent, he texted his mom and dad. He’d lived in California all his life, so he knew with the level of destruction he was seeing that cell towers weren’t going to allow him to get through if he called.
Moments later, a text from his dad came through. Henry released the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding as he was assured that he and the other men were all safe but that his mom was at the bridesmaid’s luncheon when the quake hit and he was still trying to get to her. Henry could feel the panic rising in him again as he read through the rest of the text of his dad promising to contact him as soon as he got to her. He slipped his phone back in his pocket to wait. It was all he could do.
~*~*~
Killian put his phone back in his pocket after texting Henry the gist of the situation. The men were making progress out of the oyster bar, but they still had about a hundred yards to cover to get to the entrance of the restaurant that the ladies were at. Killian could only hope for the best when they got there. As they entered the lobby, Graham let out a cry so full of joy and relief that Killian immediately knew who Graham was calling for.
“Ruby!”
The tall brunette turned toward them, and even from that distance, they could see the way her face lit up. “Graham!”
“Where’s everyone? Is Emma okay?”
“The baby is coming,” she called. “We were trapped under the table. Emma lost consciousness for a few minutes, but was coming around when I left. M’s sent me to find paramedics and get them to her. Her water broke and M’s said she’s about six centimeters dilated.”
Killian could feel the blood drain out of his face at Ruby’s report. A strong hand grabbed his bicep, grounding him and his own hand covered it in thanks. “She’ll be alright, brother. We’ll get there in time.”
Killian nodded as he scanned the carnage in front of him, keeping him from his wife and child. Determination filled him as he pushed the panic back and looked at his brother. Nodding again and making sure that David had caught up with them, the men forged ahead into the ruin before them.
~*~*~
M’s mopped Emma’s head from the sweat that had gathered there as another contraction eased. Emma’s exhausted body rested up for the next contraction on the bottom of the upended table.
“I can’t do this,” she sobbed.
“You can, Emma,” M’s cajoled, “You’re almost there. It’s almost time to push.”
Elsa murmured her own encouragement as well, her good hand firmly grasped in Emma’s. Once M’s had gotten Emma as comfortable as she could, she had turned her attention to Elsa’s arm. She had been able to break off one of the chair legs and fashioned a splint and sling out of it and one of the towels their server had brought.
“I want Killian!” Emma cried, head thrashing back and forth as another contraction started. “What if he’s hurt? What if he can’t get to me? To us? What if he’s dead?” The thought that she hadn’t let herself even think of to this point poured out of her in her excruciating pain and despair. She was dimly aware of movement around her when suddenly strong arms enveloped her pushing her up so that she was nearly upright and the voice that she longed to hear was in her ear, telling her to hold on. She melted into the embrace and wept with joy.
“Come on, Emma. You can do it. I’m here,” Killian whispered in her ear. He slipped behind her so that she could recline against him as he held her to him, assuring himself of her safety.
“Killian,” Emma sobbed.
“I’m here, Swan. You can do this.”
She shook her head, vehemently. “I can’t. I can’t. It’s too much. It hurts too MUUUUUUUUCH!” She ended on a scream as another contraction ripped through her.
“Ok, Emma,” M’s looked directly into Emma’s face as the contraction subsided. “It’s time. It’s time for you to push. Can you do that for me?”
Emma shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.” Her chin trembled and her face shone with sweat and tears as she looked at her doctor, her friend, her sister-in-law. M’s just beamed at her.
“You can do this, Emma,” she stated, confidently. “You really don’t have much choice in the matter. Your child is depending on you.”
Killian whispered in her ear. “You can do this, my love. You are so strong and you have never been more beautiful. Our baby needs you. You can do it!”
Emma sobbed again as she nodded and pushed herself up on Killian. “Emma, when the next contraction comes, I want you to push with everything you have in you, okay?”
Emma nodded again as the next contraction hit. She could barely hear M’s counting to ten between the blood rushing in her ears, Killian’s harsh breathing, and her own screams creating a cacophony of sound that completely overtook all other senses.
“I can see the head, Emma,” M’s cried. “Our little prince or princess has a head full of dark hair! Just like their Daddy! You’re almost there! One more big push for me!”
Killian pressed his lips to Emma’s neck. “You’re almost there, my love. One more push and we can meet our child.”
Emma nodded once more, too worn out to speak, as she prepped herself for one more push. The pain rolled over her and with a mighty cry, Emma pushed through the burning and tearing pain that felt like it was ripping her in two. As she collapsed against Killian, a new sound broke the silence. The cry of a newborn baby.
“It’s a girl,” Mary Margaret announced. A cheer broke out around them as the small gathered crowd celebrated the safe delivery. Emma turned her face to meet her husband’s lips while M’s went about the business of cleaning up their daughter.
Releasing her lips, Killian pulled out his phone to text Henry that he had a new baby sister.
“Did I miss it?” Ruby’s voice shouted, indignantly. “What do you mean, Emma? Having this baby without me?”
Emma laughed weakly and a chuckle rumbled through Killian’s chest at Ruby’s pique. The rattle of a gurney reached their ears as the paramedics arrived. M’s rose to speak to them after placing their baby girl in Emma’s arms.
“She’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Isn’t she beautiful, Killian?” she asked, turning towards him.
“Aye, beautiful.” He placed a kiss to Emma’s temple and reached out to touch his daughter. She caught his pointer finger in her own tiny fist, filling him with an unspeakable joy. The tears began to fall as the realization that in the midst of destruction, injury, and even death, he had helped bring life into the world. Hope filled his heart as he held his wife and daughter tightly, thanking God that they were safe.
The paramedics loaded mother and child onto the gurney. “What do you want to name her, love?”
“After all this, what do you think of Hope? Hope Margaret?”
He couldn’t stop the grin that broke over his face at the similar thought he had just had. “I think that’s perfect, darling.” He pressed a kiss to her lips as the EMT’s started to make their way through the chaos around them.
Once they arrived at the ambulance in front of the hotel, he was informed that they only had room for Emma, Hope, and Elsa inside the ambulance. Elsa tried to hand off her place to the new father, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
“I’m sure that M’s took good care of you, lass, but you need to get to the hospital before I do.” He smiled gently at Emma and Hope as they were loaded in the vehicle. “They’ll want to get you all checked out, and we won’t be far behind you. We’ll see you soon.”
Elsa finally agreed, and after a parting kiss with Liam, climbed in just before they shut the doors.
Killian turned to M’s and David before gathering M’s in his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered, choking back tears. “I owe you everything. They are everything to me.”
M’s hugged him back just as tightly. “I know. They’re fine. They’re both fine.” Letting go, she grasped him by the shoulders and leaned back so she could look him in the eye. “Let’s get to the hospital and see our family.”
Nodding, Killian turned to David with his hand outstretched. Ignoring it, David gathered him into a bone crushing hug of his own. Killian could no longer keep the tears at bay. As a father himself, David knew exactly what Killian needed. He held his friend tightly as he sobbed out all the fear, panic, and joy this day had brought. After several minutes, Killian’s tears abated. Releasing him, David patted him on the back, expressing all the love and support without a single word. Then it was Liam’s turn. The brothers embraced before Liam let go with a teasing twinkle in his eye.
“My little brother is a father,” he exclaimed. “What am I gonna do now?”
“Stop calling me ‘little brother’ for one,” Killian groused, “and second, get a move on yourself!” Everyone laughed as Liam’s face flamed in embarrassment.
Graham, his arm around Ruby with matching grins on their faces offered their congratulations next. “I can’t believe she had the baby without me. But I’m so glad she’s here and safe.” Ruby’s expression sobered. “This could have been bad.”
“It could have been,” Killian agreed, “but, it wasn’t. Thank God.”
“Amen to that. Now let’s get to that hospital. Make sure everyone’s okay.”
Picking their way through the torn up streets, it took nearly an hour before they finally made it the block and a half to Cedars. By the time they got inside, Emma had already been moved to the Maternity floor and Hope had already been cleaned up, checked out and given a clean bill of health as well.
Once everyone had been assured of Emma’s, Hope’s and Elsa’s well being, they all settled in to discuss what to do next. Emma and Killian were texting back and forth with Henry, sending pictures of his new baby sister.
Ruby sat down on Graham’s lap with a pout on her lips. “There’s no telling when we’re gonna be able to get married, now,” she very nearly whined. “It will take months to rebuild enough to rebook everything.”
Elsa threw a questioning look at Liam. “What’s stopping you from getting married here? Now?” she asked. “It’s not a sunset wedding on the beach, but isn’t ‘getting married’ the whole point? No matter where it is?”
Liam raised his eyebrow at the couple as they looked at each other, silently communicating their desires.
“We’re fine with it,” Graham said, never taking his eyes off Ruby.
“Well then,” Liam exclaimed, “Let’s have a wedding!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Emma exclaimed, “We need to Facetime Henry. He was planning on being here, too, after all.”
Everyone agreed and waited patiently while Emma connected to the hospital wi-fi and called Henry.
Graham had entrusted the rings to Killian before they had left their rooms for the Dude’s Day lunch. He may have forgotten about them in the excitement of the afternoon, but when he patted his pocket, he found the box safely containing both rings. He removed them and handed Graham’s ring to Emma.
With a beaming smile on his face, Liam began. “We are gathered here today, in the presence of God and in the aftermath of an earthquake and a birth, and with an assist by technology, to join together Graham Humbert and Ruby Lucas in Holy Matrimony.”
The joy on the faces of the bride and groom and all the people in the room could not be contained. Emma couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as Graham said his vows to Ruby, promising to love, cherish, protect, and honor, before placing a beautiful white and rose gold twisted vine ruby ring on his bride’s finger. Thinking back on all their years growing up, dreaming of this day and all the love and happiness that awaited her best friend, it was all Emma could do to keep from sobbing instead of just happy tears rolling down her face.
With as crowded as the room was, and Emma confined to the bed, Liam, Ruby, and Graham stood at the end of it. Emma handed the ring to Ruby, but she had eyes for no one but her groom as she spoke her own vows of love, fidelity, and honor, and placed the matching rose gold ring adorned with small rubies on his finger.
“It is with great pleasure that I now pronounce you, husband,” he looked at Graham with a smile, “and wife,” Liam intoned, beaming at the happy couple. “You may kiss the bride.”
Ruby let out a whoop and launched herself into her husband's arms. The cheers that rose around them startled Hope enough that she added her wails to the delight being expressed by everyone in the room.
Emma couldn’t help but laugh as the nearly inappropriate PDA continued between the newlyweds. “Let’s keep things PG in here please,” she called.
Henry joined in as well, covering his eyes. “Teenager in the room, guys! Young eyes don’t need to see that!”
“Old eyes don’t need to see it either,” Killian grumbled, drawing his wife and daughter into his arms. Ruby and Graham finally broke apart, both flushed and breathing heavy. “It’s time for you two to find a room.” Graham at least had the decency to blush as he drew Ruby into his side.
M’s came over to Emma and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “We’ll get out of here and let you rest. You’re definitely gonna need it.”
Emma cooed to their daughter as Killian wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gazed lovingly at the two loves of his life. He placed a tender kiss to his wife’s temple then the crown of his daughter’s head before rising to see everyone out of the room.
Smiles, hugs, and murmurs of congratulations and relief were exchanged as everyone bid them goodbye and left the room. Killian turned back toward the bed to see Emma sound asleep with Hope laid down in the crease between her legs. He smiled and came back to the bed, picking up his daughter and sitting down in the rocking chair next to Emma’s bed.
Staring down into his daughter’s grey blue eyes, he was overwhelmed with the blessings bestowed upon him. The love of his life had just given him a daughter in the middle of an earthquake. Yet another state of emergency. A profound sense of gratitude filled him as he raised a short prayer of thanksgiving that they were both safe. He laid his head back, shut his eyes, and began to slowly rock. It was no time at all before father and daughter were sound asleep.
The End
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Kissing on My Tattoos- Part Six-Snippet 2
Just a rough draft. You can read other parts here.
Tom was in the living room pacing back and forth. He was going out of his fuckin mind since he got the text from Calvin earlier. He has since left you four frantic messages and you had yet to respond. He was worried sick and Charlotte breathing down his neck was not helping. Tom’s text alarm went off. He hoped it was you as he quickly looked at the message.
Turn to channel four.
The text read. It was a friend of his who happen to be one of the only journalist he trusted. Tom quickly turned on the TV to channel Four. His heart skipped a beat as he saw you and Calvin leave what he assumed was the doctor’s office. You were surrounded by media. My God they were acting like you were Monica Lewinsky and he was President Clinton. This was actual live coverage. Why was his life so important to people that they had to break into a regularly scheduled program to show you leaving the doctors?
“After a fall, earlier today it has been confirmed that YN/LN and baby are fine. An inside source has confirmed that Tom Hardy’s mistress is having a baby girl.” One of the reporters reported in the camera. Tom’s mouth fell open with shock. He was having a little girl….a little girl. A smile formed on his lips as he watches you and Calvin rush into a waiting car. You were flustered with all the media attention but you held it together. He was proud of you. He never wanted this for you. Thinking back to the first kissed you two shared he never thought you both would end up where you were at this very moment. He needed to go see you now. He missed you. He needed to be there for you. Tom looked at his cell. Still no response from you. Tom quickly texted his assistant to book him the first flight to Manhattan.
Tom heard a disgusted huff behind him. He turned around to find Charlotte standing behind him looking at the news report with repulsion. Tom turned, grabbed the remote and clicked off the television which were just reporters recapping what they just informed the public about you.
“She’s having a girl?” Charlotte choked out. Charlotte had to admit that she wanted to give her husband his first girl. But it would be you. You, the bitch who turned her world upside down. Tom ignored her question.
“I’m headed to the states.” He announced to her as he headed to their bedroom to pack.
“You are not going to see her!!” Charlotte shouted at Tom.
“Charlotte enough is enough. I need to be there for my baby.” Tom walked up to Charlotte and holding back his anger as best as he could, he told her she will not use their unborn child as leverage to keep him from seeing you. Charlotte looked into her husband’s eyes and saw just how serious he was. He was fed up and she knew she could not make him stay away from you any longer. As hard as she tried to hold onto Tom at that moment she realized she had lost him. Their marriage would never be the same. She tried to deny it even with all the evidence presented to her but her marriage was unrepairable. She knew it the moment she saw the video of his closet room tryst. It was also evident when they went to the doctor for her checkup and to find out the gender of the baby. They put on a show for the paparazzi’s but once they were in the safety of the building he was cold toward her. He was genuinely excited he was having another son but he was distant towards her.
“I wish she had lost the baby when she fell.” Charlotte spat at him as he opened his closet to pack. Tom stopped in his tracks and looked back at his wife. Charlotte gasped when she saw the fury in his eyes as he marched up to her and grabbed her forearm in a death grip.
“You better bite your tongue woman when it comes to Y/N and my child!” He hissed in her face.
“So you are just going to leave me and your unborn son to be with her?” Tom let go of Charlotte’s arms as he saw tears glistening in her eyes threatening to spill down her cheeks.
“I will be back and forth. You know I have an upcoming project and I will be back here.” Tom threw more clothes in a suitcase.
“You are choosing her.” Charlotte started to cry. Tom moved in to comfort her when his text alert sound telling him his flight information and that a car would arrive in twenty minutes.
“Charlotte we will talk when I get back. I have a flight to catch.” Tom packed more clothes.
“I won’t be here when you get back.” Charlotte wiped her tears away. Tom stopped packing and walked over to his wife.
“You are not taking my child anywhere. Do you understand me?” Tom’s voice was low, steady but full of rage. Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat. “Char do you understand me?”
Charlotte numbly nodded her head as she watches Tom turn around and finish packing. Charlotte could not move. She was planted in place as she watched her husband walk out the room and heard the front door slam as he left her for the other woman.
The next morning you had called in. You had planned on doing nothing all day. You made yourself a huge breakfast and devoured every morsel. With a full belly you sat back in the kitchen chair and rubbed your five-month pregnant belly. Your doctor was right you were sore and tender when you woke up and an big blueish purple bruise formed on your belly. You wish you knew who the pap was that pushed you causing you to fall. You would have his or her head.
The door bell rung startling you out of your thoughts. Who could that be? Your family and best friend had a key. Shaking your head, you just figured it was one of the many packages you received on a daily basis from designers and vendors. You checked your appearance you were still in your oversize pink pajama pants and matching t-shirt. Your hair pulled back into a bun. Oh well you thought as you peeped through the peephole. Your heart stopped. It was Tom. Now you started to regret how you looked. You open the door to the love of your life. His face lit up when he saw you.
“What are you doing here?” Your voice laced with anger at him. You had no idea he was coming.
“I had to come and check on you and the baby. Calvin texted me and I saw the footage of you falling.”
You step aside to let him in. Tom dropped his suitcase and pulled you into his arms.
“My God I’ve missed you so much.” Tom said as his nose nuzzled in your neck.
You stood stiff in his arms trying hard not to hug him back. Tom pulled back a frown on his handsome face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked searching your face.
“Why are you here?” You asked again as seeing him in person started to make you even angrier. Having him stand before you reminded you just how much you loved him, how much you missed him and how he left you alone for almost a month.
“What do you mean? What kind of silly question is that? I just told you I saw the footage, also you have the doctor’s appointment next week. I want to be here for you.”
“After three weeks!!” You found yourself screaming at him. Tom remained calm as he watches you walk away, arms flaying in the air as you cursed him. Tom shut your front door and locked it. There were a few paps outside and he knew there will be more once news of him being at your house hit the media. He saw the paparazzi taking pictures of him but the look on his face kept them from speaking to him. He was already pissed from his layovers that delayed him getting to you. So, it was in their best interest not to utter one word to him. Tom followed the sound of your raised voice cursing him out. He had no idea how he was going to make up for his absence but he knew he had to try.
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Sunday...ming!
SUNDAY...BoogaBooga
Sunday, BoogaBooga
The day of rest, for most. Others, it's another Yahhhhhhhooo Day, I had those days for quite some time. Now, I'm little older, like 50 years older, I don't do dat, anymore. I try to rest but my talents take me elsewhere. Artistic, that is. Such as inthis Post...lol!
I used to Take my younger Boys, Jamison and Jason, everywhere! Hiking, Camping, Lake swimming, Movies, Flyin kites (I was told to do dat for quite some time, LOL) And My Boys, in there prime, 4 and 5 years old, LOVED that day. During my working season (Spring, Summer, fall and winter) I would construct an Itinerary for them. If not alot that day...then just various stuff. Go to the Park and play or a Building day. Boxes, wood stuff or skate boards and Derby Cars.
I thought their favorite was Camping swimming and steak eating. Now, of course, has all Changed. Both My boys took different routes. One, Highway one, the other, Highway 2.
Both good paths.we went allover one place caught our attention...
It was in "Great balls" in Montana, USA. Home of the "BallsRbig" tribe. They were star-beings from the star "TestaNearGhoulie101" They had "moons" 3 of them that U made have heard of...
A. AlottaBalloon, The closest to the star, Meaning it was hotter than the rest "ballsassHot"
B. Chunkieweinner (named after Chuc Schumer, Here) , Shaped like a hotdog, resembles a Jewish hotdog from Nathan's in Coney Island, NY
C. and the last and smallest...UshouldaLooked. it's Round and has Flat as a board type areas and platteau's's. Reminds Me Of Monica, old Girlfriend. It's a ROGUE little moon, Goes and Come back into orbit and Bounces offa stuff. U Need to watch yer surronding objects.
And The Chief of "BallRbig" tribe Dorned a long tribal skirt. Ialways wondered why? U got any ideas. Beats me.
They were a very Knowledgable Tribe. They inventd"Mount CoohieCoo" ( Coochee, coochie or coochi is a term often used as a slang descriptor often used in relation to a belly dance and related types of movement. Most commonly " coochie " is used as a cute or slang word for That Middle lower part in a Woman.)
A fleeting Mountain with Sexy atttributes in the Andie's. Next to Mount "WhatDaHeck" A Mountain of 55,000 feet high. YES, it's high. Only Yaks and Biblical gals/guys reached the top, sorta. And My Mother-in-Law...she was GOOD!
So, as I ramble thru Sunday as I just Rambled here, before. On this crappy Post, I greet U with absolute garbage. Save it and Move on to Monday, I say. Good Luck to all the mountain climbers in the area. Bye till another "Bazonga post" (real Meaning of Bazonga...
1.
breasts...usually huge
Look at the bazongas on that chick!
See boobs , tits , breasts , titties
2.
basically a penis
can be big small giant or tiny, but is usually used as big.
-Man, he's got a big bazonga!
-Man, she's got a big bazonga!
See dick , peter , balls
3.
1. Hairy testicles that are wrinkly and sagging.
2. Testicles that are wrinkly.
3. Testicles that are hairy.
Hey, did you see that one picture of that one guy with those bazongas?
So, there.
Till Monday...Go and Bazongs peeps. LOL
NY Nicky (don't worry, I will create some good and understandable post, then) This is only a test!
OK, All of use peeps, Bye fer now!
NY Nicky
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nudes ftv - The Nuiances Of Monica Ftv
If you've read my stories before they are normally celebrating the poly and hotwife lifestyles of my wife, trusted fwbs and I. I figure that if we are clogging up the feed with pointless metas I'd contribute too. I'(M) married, she has a LT boyfriend and we ftv models pics babes photos both have fwbs. What's the topping of this pizza? SECRET KIND OF EASTER EGG FOR THOSE WHO OPEN THIS POST&. Last night started with me getting in late from work to find the kids had already gone to bed which always upsets me. My beautiful wife Haley (35) was showered and in her silken nightie and gown which always falls beautifully around her pale breasts, the deep blue of the silk playing beautifully off her long red hair. Patience gentle reader all will be revealed but first sex. It's early so I thought we might Netflix and Chill. She doesn't use Netflix and Chill as a phrase and the tired look made me wonder if it was a slip of the tongue. She was curled up in the L of our sofa with a tired smile on her face while flicking through Netflix. IT'S A GONEWILD STORY! Haley: The girls passed out on the sofa so I took them up. She replied with the same tired smile and stretched out her arm in a way that said "cuddle" so I cooled off the engines and went to bundle up with her. She curled into the crook of my arm and I started to chill and weigh up the film options when the shower turned on. I rarely miss saying goodnight to them but when I do its heart wrenching. The shower is always on in my house. Haley: Oh yeah I told someone they could take a shower here. I tested the waters by giving her my best horny smile. They'll wake the kids! The only two people who can reach it are cuddled on the sofa. Haley: Go see for yourself. It's fiendishly powerful and will go from glacier water to kettle heat if you choose so it's used to wash us, the kids, the dogs, paint covered clothing etc etc. The kids are at granny's. I gave a confused smile and headed up the stairs. Her proud tone of voice suggested that I'd particularly like who I was about to see. The naughty smile I always long to see in her returned. I was looking forward to drinking in the sight of her pert dark-nippled breasts and her neatly shaved swollen mound. I ordered Marcos for a treat. I decided I would play it cool and just chat ftv blonde hot girl while taking in the sight of her body and let the girls lead in what was clearly their plan. I was pleasantly surprised by who I did see. Beautiful and Valkyrie like in stature she has broad shoulders, full round breasts, a honed flat stomach and an apollos belt, hips, ass and legs that any female pro wrestler would love to have. I concluded that it must be Laura an ex-co-worker and fuck buddy with a curvy petite body and long dark hair that falls in ringlets around her shoulders. Shes been fascinated by our lifestyle which she says "she could never do" and has bombarded Haley with questions ever since either out of sheer curiosity or using Haley as her very own sex guru. If you have read my stories about Sarah she's this shy, blushing, stuttering girl who has been blushingly receiving kiss and tell details from Haley for some time (see my previous stories). It only hit me after a minute that the girls can't reach it and the dogs have no opposable thumbs. I stopped myself, smiled and resumed my original intention of starting up a conversation. Haley told me to come here. The hot massage head does this thing to your back where if you don't move around it pounds your back until it's numb! I love the homemade soap as well. (she scooped some of our homemade patchouli gel soap out of the pot and started to liberally soap up her gigantic tits) It smells amazing (she said breathlessly while blushing and unable to look me in the eye). I turned and looked at Haley and the tired smile was gone replaced by shining eyes full of energy and mischief. Standing I shower a good head and shoulders taller than the woman I expected was Haleys friend Sarah. Me: It's an amazing shower isn't it? Me: I haven't tried that yet. " I stripped in full view of Sarah before getting into night clothes. I was about to apologise and leave when it hit me. I got dressed and went downstairs with Haley. Knowing I was fully hard at this point I made a show of pulling down my boxers and allowing my cock to spring up fully erect and then looking Sarah straight in the eye. She exhaled sharply as I backed away and Haley appeared at my shoulder and said "let's leave Sarah to her shower". Sarah was sharing some fantasies with her and they got teasing each other with what-ifs. I pointed at my dressing gown and PJ bottoms on the heated towel rail and said "Sure but I need to get dressed first. She knew that she wanted to be discovered in the shower - check. She is also 99% sure that she wants to sleep in the same bed as us "and if Haley and I get up to anything in the middle of the night she would find it a huge turn on". Her natural blonde hair darkened as it clung wet to her body and her crotch was perfectly shaved to hairless leaving her labia poking out in a way that too many women are conscious of but it's an awesome sight. When downstairs Haley told me what she could. I could definately do that. Okay that would make sense. Haley said there were other things discussed with the usual dos and donts but she doesn't want to get my hopes up or bore me with the minutae. (I get within inches of her neck and breasts at which point I think she stopped breathing and took in a deep breath) Mmm you are right. She was still blushing and flustered (I found out later on that she used the shower head on herself). She positioned herself on the other side of Haley and they went through the film choices. After hearing about our good times her fantasy is to be at ground zero but not necessarily involved. A few hours later they had set up this surprise but Sarah was unsure of how far she wanted it to go. At one point Sarah undid two buttons of her shirt which made her breasts look about to fall out. I'll fast forward as we genuinely watched 2. We normally take the opportunity to sleep nude when the kids are away so I looked to Haley for what to do. The pizza arrived but we barely touched it. Every so often Haley would stroke me through my PJs and Sarah would look at the outline of my stiff cock. We cuddled up and after a mock goodnight in the style of the Waltons the lights were off. Haley jumped on the opportunity and complemented her breasts while "innocently" sliding her hand inside my clothes and gripping my cock in a slow wank. We enjoyed the warmth of being cuddled together (Haley REALLY enjoying being in the middle with ftv meet the those breasts pressed against her) for a few minutes but then things started to happen. Haley and I started running our hands all over each other while kissing and once I had started playing with her moans and gasps were heard. If you have any type of inquiries regarding where and the best ways to use hot girls f, you could call us at our ftc girls own web-page. Sarah meanwhile was playing possum on the other side of the bed with her heart pounding in her chest. "Stop" I said in a mock low voice "as much as I want to pump this load down your throat it's better that I save it up for later yes? Sarah came down in a traditional set of PJ''s trouser and shirt-like top but the buttons were straining against her large tits so that the middle ones gaped allowing a peep hole to her body underneath (this set was an old tight set she deliberately put on for this effect). A subtle shake of the head told me to stay clothed and so we went to bed with me on one side of Haley and Sarah on the other. With Sarah watching her hand moving under the fabric and me looking at Sarahs amazing tits heaving with every deep excited breath it was no surprise that we decided we were "tired" and went to bed. " I pulled Haleys clothes off ignoring a gasp from Sarah and pausing only briefly to kiss Haleys pert tits then I grabbed her ass and dove face first into her crotch. Her thighs and ass were soaked in her juices when she moaned "fuck me oh fuck me now" and a moan came from her right. "Yes" Haley gasped and I replied "where's that amazing cunt? After a while Haley roleplayed "I think Sarahs asleep get your clothes off" and I obeyed. She took me in her mouth and gave me the loudest, sloppiness blow job (she's normally a master at keeping it quiet) she stopped and said "fuck my mouth" and I noisily thrust between her slurping lips until I felt the first twitches. Sarah came hard and I was surprised. I lifted Haleys legs high and placed her ankles on my shoulders so I could get nice and deep then entered her with a moan. I growled "where do you want this cum" and Haley wailed "shoot it onto my cunt! We didn't need any build up and within seconds the bed was shifting like an earthquake and the air was filled with the sounds of my balls slapping her ass and my hips hitting her wet buttocks. She opened her legs wide and parted her pussy with her fingertips. With a bellow I shot all over her cunt, belly and chest. I kneeled up on the bed and hoped my cock was visible in the moonlight as I pumped my cock furiously while growling, moaning and saying Haleys name. I licked, sucked, slurped (I don't usually) and fingered her noisily until she wailed and bit her lip. Haley was blown away and laughed "you missed with some" and for show she wiped some off her chest and sucked it off her fingers. She then said "shall we get dressed" to which I replied "don't bother". It turns out my split focus distracted me from coming and Haley kept going but now she had arrived I felt the pressure telling me I was about to explode. As I savagely pounded my wife into wails of ecstasy I noticed the area near Sarahs crotch writhing as she played with herself with her eyes barely visible in our direction like cats eyes in the moonlight. I didn't talk but made all the right noises suggesting that I was loving what she was doing. I clenched my pelvic floor with each shot to make some shots go further in the hope Sarah would see it fly through the air. She explored it a little but then squeezed it and started stroking it. Haleys face was grinning in the moonlight at me so I started kissing her. I allowed myself to get caught up in the situation just in case Sarah got a case of nerves and before too long I trembled "I'm coming". Sarahs hand wrapped around the head of my cock to receive the cum and I let go a fair amount considering my previous display. The next act blew our minds as she withdrew her cum soaked hand and started vigorously jilling her brains out with it. I need to feel it hit my clit". I brought up coffee for all three of us before we had to get dressed for work. We thought that that was it all over but about 40 minutes later we heard a panting come from Sarah and she fidgeted and then with a suddenness which said [just do it or you never will] Sarahs hand reached across Haley and found my cock. Haley reacted almost immediately by slipping her own hand between her legs but I batted it out of the way and finger fucked her to orgasm while teasing her pink sensitive nipples with my mouth. We carried on kissing and giggling in the bed as a way to ignore the noises of Sarahs fingers pumping into her pussy but stopped short to listen to her breath trembling as she came. So at the time of writing this I'm eating the poor abandoned meat feast, deep pan pizza that was shunned the night before for breakfast while the girls jump into Haleys car with crazy grins on their faces. This morning Sarah was bashful and despite smiling couldn't look us in the eye. We were all naked and made no attempt to cover up. Haley and I looked at each other and pounced on Sarah sucking on her boobs and then tickling her. We made sure Sarah was okay and she bashful said that she was but she was surprised that we didn't play with her boobs or something. I had a certain amount of pride when each of us hit the shower and the smell of sex came rolling out of the bathroom.
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"It's hot out! Are you available to go to the falls?" Monica had told me to text her if it got hot out and I was around to go swimming with her and Edith. I haven't spent much time with kids and I don't feel like I know what to do or expect around them. When I think toddlers I think of little beings that are always screaming, crying, pooping, and are sticky and snotty all of the time. The exact opposite of someone that's pleasant to be around. I thought about the times I've been to public swimming pools and watching parents trying to coax their young into the water while the child is crying or screaming the entire time. So I was a little nervous about how Edith would be at the falls. I'm not saying that's how I think Edith is though. I've only seen her cry once - at her one year birthday party when she was overly tired and had a mini meltdown at the table. I'm always teasing Monica that Edith is the "perfect" child with how quiet, patient, and sweet she is. On the walk to the falls Edith insisted that she walk between Monica and I holding both of our hands. The trail gets too narrow in spots so I had to walk behind them while still holding Edith's hand in front of me (What? a kid that likes me & wants to hold my hand? totally weird, right?). Once we were at the falls I got into the water first. Monica sat on the edge of the pool for a bit with Edith on her lap. Edith dipped her hands into the water and smiled at the water swirling around them as she moved them back and forth. Soon Monica and Edith were in the water and Edith was splashing and laughing. She soon learned how fun it was to "splash fight" with me. There were bubbles drifting by on the surface of the pool which she caught and tried to eat. While sitting on the falls she quietly marveled at the water flowing over the rocks. No crying, all smiles. After about an hour of waterfall fun she said "all done" and we got out of the water. Edith fell asleep to Monica nursing her while we were sitting on the warm rocks to dry off. Even when Monica woke Edith up to walk back Edith didn't make a peep. On the way back Edith was saying "snacks? snacks?" So we made a quick stop to look around for some raspberries & blueberries, which we found a few handfuls of to share. In the car on the way home we ran out of berries to share with her. In the back seat she was saying "Bellies?.. bellies?...bellies?....." in the cutest, most pitiful little voice. I've never heard someone sound so sad over running out of berries to eat. And still, even after running out of berries and snacks - no crying. I was amazed.
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