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shakespeareanwannabe · 4 months

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As You Wish, Chapter 4

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (though biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, arguing, cursing, reference to divorce, kids doing sneaky things, references to early child rearing, crying, Uncle Bob (because he deserves his own warning), Uncle Rooster and Uncle Javy (because they also deserve their own warnings)

Clifton, Texas, 10 ½ years ago

“Dude, what are you doing? Don’t stop!”

“I’m telling you: my vocal cords are going to start to bleed any second! I need to stop!”

“I swear to God, if you stop, I’m going to find an actual rooster and sneak it into your bedroom at the ass crack of dawn!”

Jake rubbed at his forehead with one hand as he took another lap around his living room, bouncing a screaming Charlie in his arms as he went. The last nine months had been…rough, to say the least. Though his grandfather had graciously opened his home up to his grandson, great-granddaughter, and their two friends, it turned out that securing a home was the least of his worries.

Grandpa Wyatt had quickly hired Jake, Javy and Rooster on as farmhands, their physiques and familiarity with rising early making them ideal candidates for the jobs, but Jake wasn’t entirely comfortable with leaving his baby girl with a sitter all day just yet, so he did what chores he could with her strapped to his chest, and spent the rest of the day in the office, doing administrative work with his daughter asleep in her Moses basket behind the desk. Between the physical and mental labour, Jake was ready to hit the sack early almost every night.

However, clocking out for the day didn’t mean that his day was done. Charlie wasn’t a fussy baby, not by a long shot, but she still required an amount of work that Jake hadn’t been expecting. Her first pediatrician visit had revealed that Charlie was slightly behind on her goal weight, which meant Jake had to get up for an additional feeding during the night. But Charlie didn’t like the bottle, and Jake honestly couldn’t blame her. She’d gotten used to breastfeeding from her mother for her first four months of life, and Jake knew firsthand that Buttercup was infinitely better than some plastic bottle.

On top of trying to get her weight up, the Seresin family had also been battling sleep regression, teething, colic, Charlie’s first cold, and delayed milestones. If the doctor was saying that Charlie should be crawling by 8 months, she was doing it at 11 months. The whole thing had Jake lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, worrying about his baby girl, wondering how Buttercup had managed it all on her own, kicking himself for expecting her to manage it alone when he was deployed.

A loud, shrill shriek had him yanking his head away from his daughter as she sobbed unhappily, her tiny fist curling into his flannel shirt.

“C’mon, Charlie girl,” he murmured into her curling blond hair, pressing a small kiss to her head as he paced. “You just had your first birthday a few weeks ago. Can you be a big girl for your daddy and stop crying? Please?” Her green eyes glimmered with tears as she continued to sob in response.

“Rooster, please, man…” Javy groaned, half buried in a pile of Charlie’s toys that he had been shaking and tossing around in an attempt to get her to stop crying.

“My—”

“Rooster, I will buy you a new set of vocal cords,” Jake bargained as Charlie hiccupped before resuming her shrill shrieks. “Please, if not for me, then for Charlie. I need her to stop crying before she makes herself sick.”

Rooster whined before turning back to the piano against the wall. “You guys owe me so bad,” he grumbled before placing his hands on the keys and pressing out a familiar tune. “You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain…”

Jake held his breath as the song came to an end, the air ringing with blessed quiet, punctuated by an angelic baby giggle. With a groan, he sank to his knees, his legs too tired to carry him the five feet needed to get to the couch.

“Thank god.” He hefted Charlie up to sit beside him on the floor, keeping his hand on her back as he sagged against the wall. “So, she clearly doesn’t like sweet potato,” he sighed, watching her crawl over to a sprawled-out Javy and snatch one of her toys from underneath his leg.

“You feed her sweet potato again, you’ll be the one getting the rooster in your bedroom,” Rooster grumbled, closing the piano with a light thud.

“You do that, and you’ll wake her up,” Javy pointed at the little blond baby currently chewing on her toy giraffe’s foot. “And then we’ll all be miserable.”

Jake fixed his oldest friend with a glare. “No shit talking my daughter, dude.”

Charlie’s head popped up at the shift in tone in her father’s voice, her green eyes searching the room until she found him, her face breaking out into a wide gummy smile. She pressed her tiny palm into Javy’s stomach and propelled herself to her feet, wavering unsteadily even as Javy’s hand automatically rose to cushion her back. Jake leaned forward, scrambling away from the wall to sit a few feet directly in front of her.

“Come here, Charlie,” he called, waggling his fingers at her, smiling back as she grinned. “Come on, baby girl, you can do it.”

Time seemed to slow down as Charlie looked towards him before taking a small, shaky step in his direction. Javy propped himself up on his elbows and Rooster turned on the piano bench to watch on bated breath as she took another step, then another.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve got this!”

“Let’s go, Charlie!”

“Atta girl!”

Jake’s heart was in his throat, a feeling better than going Mach 10 racing through his body as his daughter took one last, final step before collapsing into his arms with a giggle. With a loud cheer, he scooped her up and paraded her around the room to the sound of Javy and Rooster’s applause before whisking her into the office and collapsing into his chair.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she cooed softly at him. He’d missed so much, and his heart panged when he thought about Abby and what he was missing from her life. His hand was halfway to his phone when he stopped himself, pulling it back to hold Charlie tighter against him. He’d tried before and he wouldn’t be putting himself through that again. He missed Abby, of course, but Mav had always told them that they couldn’t afford to be constantly looking backwards, that thinking would be the death of them, so he had to focus on the here and now, on the ranch, on the daughter he did have instead of on the one he missed.

“Da-da…” he looked down at the sound and smiled through the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Yeah, baby girl. Dada is here. And he’s not going anywhere. I promise.”

The Airport, Now

Charlie’s hands trembled around her passport as the camp bus pulled into the drop off lane of the Buffalo Niagara International Airport. She looked up as Abby gripped her wrist with a determined grin.

“Last chance to change our minds,” she whispered as the campers around them started to disembark with loud promises of keeping in touch.

“No,” Charlie whispered, handing the passport out to Abby. “I want to do this. I want to meet mum.”

Abby nodded, taking the outstretched passport and handing Charlie her own. “And I’m desperate to meet dad.”

“Remember, he’s going to meet you at the gate in Waco, so you’re going to have to bring your A Game right away.”

“I’ve got a five-hour flight in order to prepare,” Abby assured. “I’m more worried about you. Uncle Bob is meeting you at the security desk. Are you ready?”

Charlie nodded, a look of steely determination overtaking her face. “I didn’t cut my hair and let you pierce my ears for nothing.”

Charlie thought that Amelia was going to have a heart attack when she walked into the Brig on their last day of their punishment to find them looking identical, their hair the same length and an extra pair of Abby’s earrings studding Charlie’s ears. She’d nearly collapsed onto one of the beds when she heard that they didn’t want to return to their cabin, that they wanted to stay in the Brig. To her credit, she didn’t ask any questions, just shook her head and walked away.

Abby nodded, fiddling with her duffle bag nervously. “Remember, Uncle Bob will be taking you from the airport to meet mum at home. She—”

“Abby, breathe,” Charlie placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders and shook her lightly. “Dad is going to love you. And mum is going to love me. And they’re not going to figure out that we swapped until we tell them a week from tomorrow.”

Abby bit her lip and nodded. “I know. I just…I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I know…” she smiled back. “I’m so excited to meet mum.”

Abby smiled suddenly and tugged her into a hug. “I’m so glad I met you,” she whispered, and Charlie wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tight.

“Me too.”

Abby pulled back, wiping at her eyes. “Okay. You need to get to the security desk. Remember, Uncle Bob will be waiting for you. Brown hair, tall, glasses.”

“And Dad will be waiting for you at the gate in Waco. He might have Uncle Rooster or Uncle Javy with him. You remember who is who?”

Abby nodded. “Rooster’s got the moustache. Javy has tattoos.”

“Exactly.”

The girls looked up as an announcement came over the loudspeaker, calling an Abigail Floyd to the security desk.

Charlie bit her lip anxiously. “I guess this is it.”

Abby grabbed her up in a hug again. “You’re going to be great. Call me whenever you need, and I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

Charlie took a deep breath and headed off in the direction of the security desk. Coming around the corner, she saw him. A tall man in a pilot’s uniform, with brown hair and glasses, his blue eyes scanning over the crowd until he spotted her, his eyes studying her for a moment before breaking into a smile.

Charlie took a moment to compose herself, whispering under her breath in the British accent she had been practicing for weeks, “You can do this. You have to do this.”

“U-Uncle Bob!” she finally called out, her accent ringing true as she rushed towards him, tossing her duffle bag to the floor before launching herself into his arms.

“Whoa! Easy, kiddo!” Bob chuckled, gathering her into his arms. “I missed you too!”

“S-sorry,” she murmured into his neck, her arms tightening around his neck. “I just missed you so much.”

“Six weeks was a long time, huh?”

Charlie pulled back, sniffling slightly. “Yeah. It…it felt like a lifetime.”

Bob crouched in front of her, his brown eyes tracing over her features like an X-ray machine, and Charlie gulped. There was no way he could know she wasn’t Abby, right? They were identical, save for a few freckles here and there, and a scar that Charlie had on her knee. But nobody could remember the exact pattern of someone’s freckles, and her knees were covered, so there’s no way he knew.

Finally, he smiled. “It felt like a lifetime for me too, sweetheart.” He reeled her back in, hugging her tightly before releasing her and drawing himself up to his full height. “Now, come on. We’ve got to get you checked in and ready to go for our flight back home.”

Charlie woke with a start as she felt the plane touch down onto the runway, a smooth landing executed by a skilled pilot. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Even though Bob had been with Dagger Squad, like her dad and uncles, he was a WSO, not a pilot, so she was surprised to hear that he was flying passenger aircrafts after retiring, but Abby had told her all about how Bob had gone for his pilot’s license after retiring from the Navy and how Nat had helped him study and prepare.

Charlie gulped nervously. She had had the whole transatlantic flight to soothe her nerves over meeting her mother for the first time, to convince herself that her father wouldn’t be too disappointed in her for running away, to assure herself that her and Abby’s plan would work. She had a sister. And a mother. And an uncle and an aunt that she had never met before. The risk of her father’s disappointment was worth it in order to meet them.

As Abby had instructed her, she waited patiently in her seat until all the other passengers had cleared out before taking the duffle that was being pulled out of the overhead compartment by one of the flight attendants and heading towards the front of the plane, where her uncle was waiting.

“You ready to go see your mom?”

Charlie felt her cheeks flush. “Yes!”

Bob chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go see your mom.” Bob shouldered the duffle and led her off the plane, through customs, and down to a town car that was waiting for them. “From the last text she sent, your mom is working in her office at home, and Nat is at work,” Bob informed her quietly.

Right. Auntie Nat worked as a kickboxing instructor now since she was given a medical discharge from the Navy. And mom’s office was at the top of the stairs, two doors down on the right. Both Abby and Charlie had drawn maps of their houses, ensuring to include even the slightest detail so that there would be no surprises. Charlie had studied the map multiple times a day, until she felt like she could walk it in her sleep, even though she’d never been there before. Abby had also printed her a map of the neighbourhood when they were given their computer privileges back, as well as a map of the London tube system, though she had assured her that she would never have to take the tube alone if she didn’t want to.

“Abby?”

She hummed as her eyes darted here and there, taking in the old buildings and the people. They looked the same as the people in Texas, just less plaid and cowboy hats, but they seemed so different to her. She’d only been to a big city a few times, preferring to stick to her small ranching town, so everyone seemed so busy, rushing down the street, their cellphones stuck to their ears.

“Abigail?”

Everything was so new, so shiny. She gaped as an actual, real life red double decker bus drove by their town car, and her stomach was knotted over the fact that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

“Abigail Floyd, for someone who hugged me so hard you almost cracked my rib, you sure seem intent on ignoring me right now.”

Charlie blinked. Abigail Floyd. That was her. Well, not her, but who she was supposed to be, at least for right now.

“Oh. Sorry, Uncle Bob,” she yanked her British accent into place. “I was just…reminiscing. You know, about camp…and about how homesick I was.”

Bob smiled softly at her, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “I’m glad you had such a good time. I know it’s a struggle to be away from home for so long, but I knew you’d have fun and make friends.”

“I did,” she replied quickly. “I met some great friends, and I downloaded WhatsApp onto my phone so I could keep in contact with them. Is that alright?”

“I’m sure your mom will be fine with that. That’s why she got you the phone, after all. To keep in touch with family and friends who are in the States,” Bob’s voice twinged with…something. Perhaps a hint of regret or maybe even anger.

“Good. Because I really like this one girl,” she grinned. “We became best friends.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” he smiled back. “You never know where you’ll find your best friend.”

“Like you and Auntie Nat, right? You met at Top Gun.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Charlie grinned. “Now the two of you are basically brother and sister.”

Bob chuckled. “Yeah, we basically are. Maybe you and this girl will be like sisters too,” he replied, shooting her a playful look out of the corner of his eye.

She gave him a tight-lipped grin in return. Uncle Bob had always been strangely intuitive, she knew that much from Abby’s stories, but he was hitting a lot of nails on their heads right now and it was spooking her like crazy. So much so, that she hadn’t even registered that the car had stopped moving.

“We’re here!” she cried, scrambling to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, her uncle’s echoing behind her as she launched herself out of the open door and up the stairs towards the bright red front door.

“The door’s open, sweetheart, so you can go on in,” Bob called, grabbing her duffle and his suitcase from the trunk of the car.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she opened the door into the flat that Abby shared with their mother, uncle, and aunt.

The interior was exactly as Abby had described. Homey and cozy, but still posh. The living room to the left of the door held brown leather couches, lots of bookcases, and a few plants hanging from the curtain rod. The window seat was where Abby and their mother read, together and separately. Charlie knew that the kitchen was just on the other side of the living room, where her family ate dinner together whenever Uncle Bob wasn’t flying.

But Charlie wasn’t interested in any of that, no matter how comfy it looked after a long international flight. No, her sights were set on the staircase in front of her, which she climbed slowly, her legs trembling with each step. She could picture Abby’s map so clearly in her mind: the first door on the right was the bathroom, the second was mom’s office, and the third was Bob’s bedroom. On the left came mom’s bedroom, then Abby’s, then Auntie Nat’s.

Charlie stepped onto the landing of the staircase, her eyes locked on the door of the second room on the right, which was cracked open just a touch. Her heart pounding in her chest, she slowly approached and, with a ringing in her ears, she quietly pressed the door open and walked inside.

There she was.

Charlie dashed at the tears that were welling in her eyes at the sight of her mother. Her mother. She wasn’t some imaginary figure anymore. She was solid flesh and bone. For years to come, Charlie would be able to picture the way her eyes scanned over the screen in front of her, the way her hair was piled up on top of her head, the way her slim fingers danced across the laptop keys, the way her buttercup tattoo peeked out from the neckline of her shirt. They weren’t images conjured up by her lonely mind anymore. They were real. She was real.

“M-Mum?” she whispered.

Her mother almost jumped out of her chair. “Oh my…Abby?”

Charlie swallowed hard as she nodded. “I’m home.”

“Oh, honey, I missed you so much!” Buttercup scooted her wheely chair across the floor and pulled her into a hug, and Charlie felt herself melt as she hugged her mother back just as tightly.

“I missed you too, mum,” she whispered.

“Six weeks is just way too long, love. I don’t care how much Auntie Nat raved about this camp, six weeks of you being across the ocean is just way too much for me.”

“I agree,” Charlie nodded into her shoulder. “I don’t want to be away from you for that long ever again.” She sniffled as she felt her mother press a kiss into her hair before pulling away.

“You won’t be, love. I promise.” Buttercup’s thumbs gently stroked away the tears from her daughter’s cheeks before tugging her into a hug again. “I meant to be finished with this chapter before you got home so we could spend the rest of the day together.”

“That’s alright. Is it coming along?”

Abby had filled her in on how their mother was a relatively successful author, Charlie even recognizing a few of her book titles from her bookshelf at home. Their mother’s writing was part of why Abby felt that their parents would fall in love again when they had to meet to switch them back. Buttercup’s current, more adult story was about a military man meeting and falling in love with an artistic woman, falling apart, and coming back together to live a happily ever after, and it had Abby convinced that their mother still had feelings for their father.

“I’m struggling, baby,” Buttercup sighed. “These two clearly love each other, but I can’t seem to figure out how to get them back together.” Buttercup looked up and smiled at her. “But they don’t matter right now,” she shut her laptop with a click. “What do you say you and I go out for lunch? You can fill me in on everything that happened at camp. I want to know everything. Six weeks is just way too long and I just know that you have stories to share.”

Charlie’s smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. “I’d love that, mum.”

Buttercup pulled her into another hug and kissed her hair. “Go get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.” Buttercup smiled as she pulled away from her. “I missed you so much, baby. I love you.”

Charlie’s heart sang in her chest. She knew, of course, that her mom thought she was talking to Abby, but it didn’t matter to her. Her mom loved her, it didn’t matter who she was directing those words to. No one would be able to take them away from her. They would echo in her mind for an eternity. She’d heard those words from her father a million times, and they meant the world to her, but from her mother? They were sacred, special. They felt like a gift she hadn’t know she was going to receive.

“I love you too, mum,” she whispered, hugging her tight before racing towards the bedroom Abby had marked out for her on the map.

She finally had a mother, and she wasn’t going to miss a second.

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aestariiwilderness · 1 month

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Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 15 Spoilers

Finale-Inspired Scenario

I know it was very touching and all with Hunter's "if you need us [Omega], we'll be there". I was Touched™. But all I could think of then was this scenario: Omega: mysterious badass pilot in the Rebellion from any outsider POV. Strange mildly Force-sensitive, very young woman with very extensive, if unorthodox military experience. Animals follow her around. May or may not be a pirate. Has devoted mildly Force-sensitive friends who appear to consider her their leader. Has very odd contacts in very odd places. Weirdly naive about a lot of things (dirt continues to fascinate her) but terrifyingly experienced with others (cloning, mind-wiping, sentient experimentation, etc.). Can fix anything. Has a weird grudge against Saw Gerrera (but who doesn't?). Escape artist who overflows with compassion at the MOST INCONVENIENT times but will also absolutely stab a bitch with no compunction and watch him fall to his death riddled with blaster holes. Never speaks of her origins, history, or family. The famous Captain Rex knows her personally. Senator Chuchi hugs her. Captain Hera Syndulla has apparently known her since childhood. Other pilots and members of the Rebellion are fascinated by this mystery. They place bets on her past -- former Jedi Padawan is currently leading the pool, with "amnesiac formerly brainwashed Imperial child soldier or Emperor's Hand" trailing not far behind. And then. Oh no! Mysterious badass pilot Omega is in a bind. Trapped somewhere behind enemy lines. The Rebellion is collectively in despair, dithering about whether they can spare a "suicide mission" to get her. And then. Multiple (three or four, depending on whether Echo retired to Pabu :D) oddly similar geriatric hippies with scars, facial tattoos, and a tamed lurca hound apparate into their council room. One of them has a toothpick. He has no teeth left, but he is somehow still chewing it disdainfully. Another has one eye and appears to be 1. made of durasteel and 2. has a hard time fitting in the council room. The shortest one has a Ponytail with a capital P, seems to be cosplaying as Moses, and refuses to listen to anyone. They have an incomprehensible system of numbered plans that correspond to no military system anyone has ever seen. They spend 70 percent of the twenty minutes they are on base arguing with each other and ignoring absolutely everyone else. Rex gets a pat on the shoulder. A middle-aged pirate is their getaway driver. The hound will not stop chewing Important Wires. No one has any idea what they want. People only start to get a clue when they yeet themselves at the planet Omega is trapped on and disappear as quickly as they came. There are multiple explosions, screaming, and what sounds suspiciously like a fusion generator overloading catastrophically over an open comm before it is abruptly cut off. The Rebellion gives them up for dead even though Rex, Syndulla, and Chuchi seem oddly unconcerned. Cut to three weeks of radio silence later. There is an unauthorized landing. The code is very old, the signature masked, and it blasts through their security measures like it doesn't exist. A very beat-up ship trailing smoke and parts coasts in to the hangar bay over the protests of the landing crews. Geriatric Hippies Numbers 2 and 3 spill out in a flood of more smoke, completely untouched and looking mildly irritated instead of suffocated. 3 has two stumps and no hands now. He does not appear concerned about this. Somehow, he is still gumming the toothpick. The getaway pilot/pirate is yammering on about where she can (steal?? borrow? liberate?? what?) some upper class robotic hands for him. Geriatric Hippie Moses emerges next. The lurca hound beside him is trailing what looks suspiciously like stormtrooper armor from the corner of her jaws. Badass Pilot Omega, none the worse for wear, is thrown over Hippie Moses' shoulders fireman-carry style, complaining loudly and vociferously that she is NOT A KID and does NOT NEED TO BE CARRIED and YOU KNOW HOW YOUR BACK GETS, HUNTER, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW --

Omega is summarily deposited in front of Rex with several squinty, semi-threatening looks that he cheerfully ignores. They leave -- without bothering to repair their ship, it is absolutely still on fire -- with a lot of meaningful silences, back-slapping, hair fussing, armor-tightening, you-forgot-this and did-you-take-your-kit and do-you-have-the-grenades-I-made-you and are-you-drinking-enough and don't-forget-to-comm-home.

A brave technician who had nothing to do with any of this dares to inquire about the injuries, the second missing hand, and the, uh, wreck they're driving. They are summarily sneered at, called a "reg" in the most scathing tones possible, threatened with dire death should Omega come to any harm, and left standing on the landing pad.

Rex is pinching the bridge of his nose and doing Lamaze breathing. Syndulla is trying not to laugh. Chuchi just looks fond; Omega just looks sheepish.

The entire Rebellion: ....what was that

Omega, sighing deeply: ...my younger brothers

The ghost of Rampart in the background: I HATE CLONES Bonus points if Jedi Knight "Kanan Jarrus" aka Caleb Dume happens to be strolling past the hangar bay just in time to see Geriatric Hippie #3 ("Toothpicked, Toothless, and Handless") and Geriatric Hippie #1 ("Skullface Moses"), screams piercingly, and Force-levitates himself to the base roof. It takes both Hera and Ahsoka to get him down three hours later

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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 months

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When The Bough Breaks : Part Seven

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.1k

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PART SIX | MASTERLIST | PART EIGHT

No one saw as Rafe pushed you backwards into the bathroom. You fought against the panic that wanted to grip you. He was upset, you reminded yourself. You shouldn’t have begun an affair with him to begin with, this was a minor consequence of your actions.

The bathroom felt much smaller with Rafe locking the door behind him, his eyes never leaving you.

You ignored how his eyes undressed you, straightening your spine to show the young man that you weren’t going to be bullied by him.

“This is extremely inappropriate.” You internally chided yourself for sounding grown up, considering.

“So was fucking me but that didn’t stop you.” He countered, a subtle sneer appearing on his face.

Inhaling sharply, you faked an apologetic smile, “I know you’re angry, but this is not the place or time to accost me. You know that.”

“You haven’t had a drink all night.” Rafe noted, ignoring your comment.

How long had he been watching you? You hadn’t noticed him or Sarah all night. Was she even there? Or did Rafe make a special appearance because he knew you would be there? You pushed the concerning thoughts away.

“I’m trying not to drink.”

“’Trying’ being the operative word.” His tone didn’t hide the attempt at an insult. But you’ve been through much worse than a slighted 20-year-old.

“What do you want, Rafe? I don’t have time for this. Moses will be looking for me.” You immediately regretted mentioning your husband’s name, recalling Rafe’s threat from the other night.

“Maybe we should give him something to find.” Before you realized what he was doing, Rafe had you pressed against the counter, his hands hiking up the skirt of your dress.

“What are you doing?!” You whispered harshly, your hands batting his away, but he was undeterred.

“He should know he has a whore for a wife.” The comment hurt, but you couldn’t hang onto it. There was more pressuring concerns at the moment.

Rafe’s lips & teeth were on your neck. Panic had a full grip on you as you struggled to shove him off.

“Rafe, please, stop!” You cried out.

You felt him laugh into your neck as he gripped your hips to lift you onto the counter. It was easy for him to slip between your legs now that your dress was up to your thighs. Rafe tried kissing you, but you turned your face away, your hands on his face to keep him from his goal. A whine escaped you as you tried to knee him, “I’ll scream!”

“Do it.” He challenged, his fingers finding the lining of your underwear, “Show everyone out there that there’s a lot more to you than being a sad, little housewife who drinks herself to tears.”

His words were cruel, slowing down your resistance. Everything flashed before your eyes: Moses discovering the affair, a guaranteed divorce, being irrevocably alone. Was it worth it?

Rafe’s fingers sent a staggering wave of pleasure through your body as he found your bundle of nerves. The memories of rolling around in bed with him flooded your mind.

No. You had to gain the upper hand.

“How disappointed your father would be.” A small wave of triumph came over you when you felt Rafe still.

Feeling brave, you leaned back just enough to look Rafe in the eyes. His pupils were blown. He must’ve been high.

“His only son—a coke addict, a college dropout, a risk to the Cameron name.” Rafe’s expression darkened as your words assaulted him. “What would he think of what you’re doing now?”

“He wouldn’t care.” Rafe’s lip curled.

“But Kildare would.” You argued, “And if Ward Cameron cares about anything, it’s what Kildare thinks.”

In a flash, Rafe caught your throat in his hand, bringing your face to his until your noses touched, “Threatening me?”

“I go down, you go down with me.” You choked out.

Rafe’s hand tightened, & you saw stars dot your vision. You couldn’t stop Rafe as he sealed his mouth over your own, the kiss rough & filled with hate.

Then he released you abruptly. You gasped, welcoming air back into your lungs. Rafe sniffed, yanking out a small baggie of white power from his trouser pocket. You slipped off the counter, relieved when the length of your dress met the floor. As Rafe poured a small amount of coke onto his thumb, you made to leave the bathroom. But as your hand found the handle, Rafe gripped your bicep, turning you to face him once more.

“This isn’t over.”

When you yanked your arm out of his grasp, Rafe let you. Then you swung open the door & left. Now, you were intent on finding Moses & getting the hell out of there.

Much to your chagrin, Moses was in no rush to leave. As desperate as you were to get as far away from Rafe Cameron as possible, you knew he couldn’t accost you again as long as you were with your husband. And so you clung to Moses’ side the rest of the night, forcing niceties to Kildare’s finest.

It wasn’t until the party was winding down & guests were beginning to leave that you saw the first sign of hope.

Moses & you were saying your goodbyes to Jack & Vera, & you were eager to return home. You had already said goodbye to Rose & Ward, both of whom you paid little attention to, wanting nothing to do with the Cameron’s if you could help it. Fortunately, you never saw Rafe the rest of the night, not even a peek. You hoped you had scared him enough to leave you alone for the time being, but you knew better than to think you had gotten the last word.

“Call 911.” Moses breathed out. Your lips were parted in shock at the scene in front of you.

Your house was trashed. Furniture overturned, holes in the wall, broken glass all over the floor. You had barely taken two steps into your home when realization was upon you both. Someone had broken in & ransacked the place.

“_____!” Moses gripped your arms, turning you back towards the door, “Go outside, call the police.”

Nodding, you ran back outside, dialing the cops. Your heart was racing as you gave them your address. In less than five minutes, two squad cars arrived & entered your home. Moses came out shortly after, hugging you.

“What’d they take?” You asked, only thinking about the drawer of Jesse’s belongings in Moses’ office.

“Not sure yet.”

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of talking to cops, a handful of people going in & out of your home to take evidence & make notes for the case. You were sitting in your car, watching as Moses spoke with a nearby officer. Thoughts raced through your mind. At first, you had assumed the breaking & entering was random. But as you sat there with your thoughts, your gut feelings came to the forefront.

It was Rafe, it had to be. He knew you guys would be at the party, leaving your house completely vulnerable. He knew how to bypass the alarm system. He had motive: anger. The worst thought came to pass though when you recalled the lie he told Sarah, about stealing prescription drugs from Moses to frame him.

Shooting out from the car, you sped walk to Moses, not wanting to draw too much attention to yourself. After all, if the cops started asking questions you had no proof for the answers you’d provide, at least none that would protect Moses from your lies.

“Moses.” You touched him on the arm, stealing his attention from the cop, “The drugs.”

He nodded but grasped your hands comfortably, “I just finished talking to the officer. He says from what they can tell that nothing was taken. And my locker wasn’t touched. Whoever it was, they just wanted to take out their anger it seems.”

You frowned, your gut twisting.

“We’re going to a hotel tonight.” Moses told you, “I’m going to make a few calls in the morning to get the house fixed up & look for a better alarm system.”

“Good, good.” You breathed out. Rafe may get away with what he did but he wouldn’t get away with it again.

“We’ll be okay.” He brought you close, kissing you on the forehead. You circled your arms around him, glad you still had him.

“C’mon, let’s go pack a few bags.”

The hotel was nice, with a beautiful view of the ocean. But what you liked about it best was that it was safe, & further away from Rafe. As you showered, you contemplated coming clean to Moses. You reasoned to yourself that Rafe couldn’t hold anything over you if you confessed to everything. But the prospect of divorce stopped you. As much as you would deserve Moses leaving you, you finally admitted you needed him.

On top of losing Jesse, you couldn’t lose Moses, too.

After your shower, you found Moses at the desk space, a notebook open in front of him. He turned & smile at you, “You look beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot. Your hair was wet, your face completely bare, wrapped in a towel. You didn’t feel very beautiful, but you believed Moses when he had said it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Moses sighed, turning back to the notebook, “Just writing down some numbers to call in the morning. Gotta get the holes in the wall patched up & a new security system installed as soon as possible.”

Without sounding as suspicious as you could help, you said, “Well, no rush. Maybe a little vacation away from home would be good for us right now.”

Moses chuckled at that. You stepped behind him, looking over his shoulder at his notes. Your hands massaged his shoulders gently. Moses groaned softly, relaxing into your touch. It was a sound you hadn’t heard in ages & it made your thighs shake with want; another feeling you hadn’t felt in a while.

Slowly, unsure, you glided your hands down Moses’ front, your nails softly grazing him through his night shirt. You bent slightly at the waist, bringing your lips to his neck, placing a kiss there.

Moses reached behind, his hand slipping into your wet tresses. He turned your head, his mouth finding yours. You gasped into the kiss, welcoming it.

Still kissing you, Moses stood, his arms coming around your body to press against his front. It had been so long since you let him hold you like this, to kiss you like this. It was almost like before.

You pulled back, staring up at the man you had married. His eyes were hooded as he stared back at you. Not losing eye contact, his hands found the folds of the towel, slowly undoing it. You bit your lip when you felt the fabric fall to your feet. You couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen you naked.

Moses kissed you again, his hands going to the buttons on his shirt. He backed you up until you felt the bed at the back of your knees. You allowed yourself to fall back onto it, clinging to Moses as you did. His body molded into yours easily, like it always had. His kisses became more heated as he slipped out of his shirt, his lips & tongue cascading from your jawline to the top of your breasts. You welcomed every single touch.

Then you felt his hands on your thighs.

Rafe’s hands.

You jolted at the flash of the young man’s face, but Moses didn’t see it as he continued kissing his way down your body. Shaking your head, you wanted to forget Rafe. You wanted to make love to your husband.

But then Moses kissed your inner thighs.

Rafe’s lips.

A moan passed your lips followed by a silent cry. No. Please no, not now.

But images of Rafe wouldn’t stop invading your mind. The words he said as he plunged into you, the sounds of his own pleasure, his eyes as he made you watch him fuck you. It was all you could think, hear, feel.

“_____?” You opened your eyes. Moses was looking down at you, a look of concern on his handsome face, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not ready.” You lied, but in a way it was the truth. You weren’t ready, but not because of him. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t.” Moses crawled back up the bed, taking you into his arm, “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“You?” You asked incredulously, craning your neck to stare at him wide-eyed, “You’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve been perfect!”

Moses smiled at that but frowned, shaking his head, “I left you alone. I let you push me away. I should’ve tried harder, I should’ve pushed you. I shouldn’t have let you go.”

You grabbed his hand, holding it to your chest, “You have loved me & helped me more than you know, Moses. You have to know that. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. You keep me hanging on.”

Moses kissed you again, & you returned it with passion.

“I love you, _____.”

“And I love you.”

Moses stayed another week, tending to the well-being of the house before deciding to go back to work. By the time the two of you returned home, your house looked as if it had never been touched by a violent, angry man.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” You questioned as you walked Moses to his car that Monday evening.

“It’s important that I go, but if you really need me to stay I will.” Your heart leaped at his promise. You truly did not deserve him. But you gave a sad smile, shaking your head, “I’ll be okay, I’m just going to miss you.”

And you were. Moses & you had had an amazing week as a couple despite the circumstances. You two went on three dates, finally took a boat out onto the water to see why Kildare was so popular & had come close to making love at least two times. More, you still hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol.

Your first appointment with your therapist had been uncomfortable but you knew it was something you needed to do, & she had commended you for taking it upon yourself to stay away from alcohol.

Moses gave you a lingering kiss, “I’ll miss you, too.”

Then he was in his car, backing down the driveway with promises to call you when he made it.

Going back inside your home, you felt elated. Over the course of the last week, thoughts & memories of your affair faded more & more, replaced by your marriage becoming more affectionate & filled with the love you deprived yourself of for so long.

You lost yourself in cooking for the next hour, focused on making yourself a large chicken & rice dinner. All week, you & Moses mostly ate out, & if you weren’t eating out, you were ordering in or eating leftovers from restaurants. While the house was getting fixed up, there was no need to cook. You were excited to be back in your own kitchen.

Afterwards, you left the dishes in the sink, choosing to do them in the morning. All you wanted to do the rest of the night was shower, crawl into bed, & read a book on your Kindle. But just as you finished tidying up in the kitchen, there was a loud knock on your door.

You froze where you stood, just near the top of the stairs. Through the windows at the top of the door you could make out a head of light brown hair. Your heart sunk. The dinner you just ate threatening to come back up.

No.

The knock came again, this time louder.

There was no point pretending you weren’t home. It was no secret in this neighborhood about what happened to your house & when you & Moses returned, nearly everyone on the street came by to offer any help you two may have needed. Everyone except the Cameron’s. Part of you was surprised Rose didn’t jump at the opportunity to show off her ‘good nature’ for all of Kildare to see.

You descended the stairs but didn’t say a word. Just waited.

Surely, another knock sounded.

“Go away.” You said calmly but loud enough for him to hear.

“I want to talk.” Rafe’s muffled voice responded.

“We have nothing more to discuss. Now leave.”

A knuckle-bruising knock made your door shake, “I’ll break this fucking door down.”

Despite the threat, you smirked to yourself. Moses had invested in a state-of-the-art alarm system that guaranteed no youth could even bypass with their knowledge or expertise.

“And I’ll call the fucking cops.” You were impressed with how calm you sounded. Inside, your heart was racing & your food was churning in your gut, but you couldn’t show fear, not with Rafe.

“_____.” Rafe’s voice was even, almost melodic in tone, “Let me in, or I’ll call Moses right now & tell him everything.”

Bullshit. There’s no way he had his number.

“I’ll prove it.” Rafe insisted when you remained quiet. Not saying anything, you pressed your ear against the door, listening intently.

Whatever Rafe was doing, you heard the tone of an outgoing call. To your horror, your husband’s voice answered.

“Moses McFarlane.”

In a flash, you unlocked the door, swinging it open & snatching Rafe’s phone from his hand. You hit the red button & stared wide-eyed up at Rafe. The look in his eyes was wicked. He had won this time.

“How do you have his number?”

“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow, scrutinizing you like you were a misbehaving child, “I can get past an alarm system but can’t find out someone’s number?”

You gulped. Of course.

“What do you want?”

Rafe peered over your head into your home, “Cooking?”

“Already ate.” You crossed your arms, “Why are you here?”

“Well the husband is gone. This is when your much younger, much more attractive, & better-in-bed lover comes over.”

“No.” You felt yourself growing hot with anger, “Rafe, what the hell? I thought we were done with this.”

Rafe smirked at that, then easily sidled past you to enter your home.

“No! Hey!” You followed after him, reaching for his arm. But before you could, Rafe spun around, latching his hand onto your throat & throwing you back against your door. As he held you there, his other hand slowly traced the length of your body to your hips. Then he locked the door.

“I told you this wasn’t over.” His hand tightened around your neck with every word. You wheezed, clawing at his wrist.

“It’s just beginning.”

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