you, you, you

monty had just gotten off of the phone with the babysitter and she had her own beer in her hand as she walked into the room. her husband was watching the state of the union address and she chuckles as he follows the words that the president is saying. “ah yes, we love the classics…” she says softly and leans over to press a kiss to theo’s lips. “tatum took ages to fall asleep, morgan knocked out like not even fifteen minutes after we left.” she sits against the edge of the table and runs her fingers through theo’s hair. “i promised amanda we’d pay her extra for dealing with a cranky tatum,” monty snorts and takes a sip from her beer.

she looks back up at the television, but keeps her fingers in her husband’s hair as they watch the president. reaching over, she takes a handful of popcorn and she gets another phone call. humming, she sees it’s amanda again, but doesn’t leave the room this time. “hello? – no. she cannot have a popsicle. i cannot believe she woke up again. listen. we should be home within the next hour. just let her stay up on the couch with you. i’ll handle her when we get home. she’s never like this, so she might be coming down with – “ and the phone call is dropped. “that was weird. the reception in here is never bad.”

glancing over at the television again, the speech is now static and she looks at her husband, “what happened?” she asks, softly, and her heart’s a little faster than usual. call it mommy senses at this point with a one year old and a four year old at home, who might be coming down with the flu. // @fircytragcdy​ - THEO.

the day had been a little more.. disorganised than theo would have hoped for, but it was nearing the end now and he was so thankful for it. he settles back into the chair with his beer, eyes stuck on one of the screens in front of him. the president was giving his speech and theo knew every word of it. even if none of it was anything to do with his proposals. monty pulls him from his thoughts and he’s thankful as he leans into the kiss. “tatum always takes ages to fall asleep, she loves a good scream and shout, that one.” theo drinks a little from his beer and reaches forward to rest his hand against monty’s knee, giving it a light squeeze. 

the phone rings again and theo knows it’s amanda calling about tatum again. he leans forward and kisses monty’s thigh before getting up and stretching his arms above his head. the speech is beginning to grate on him. it’s predictable and not as good as it could be and theo just feels pissed off about it all. the whole day had been a mess and he couldn’t wait for it to end so that he could have his whole family in bed and sound asleep. he runs his fingers through his hair and yawns, hands coming to rest upon his hips. the tv screen turns into static and theo frowns, reaching to grab the remote control, flicking to another channel. which is perfectly fine and showing a baseball game. he flicks through another couple and then goes back to the original channel. which is still static. 

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What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: absolutely crazy. nothing ever makes sense and calum is always trying to piece together a text from an hour ago with a text from two minutes ago. 

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She groaned like the little baby she was and Brooklyn leaned into Aston’s chest, snaking an arm around his middle as she looked up at him. “Fine.” Now Brooklyn prided herself on being a great doctor. Her patients loved her and she was already building a successful repertoire. However, she was a terrible patient herself and she was aware of this. Aston was now fully aware of this and that’s why she couldn’t fight him on calling his mom. When he hung up the phone and laughed, Brooklyn arched a brow and smirked. “What’s so funny? She sad stomach bug too, right? It should be a matter of days and I’ll be good as new… Aston what is that smirk on your face?” She sat up and pulled the comforter off of her. “Baby?” 

considering everything that had just happened, this was the absolute worst time to do this. he was pretty sure helena was still distraught over the revelation that allie was going to betray her. she really did not need this right now. and yet, there he was, sat in their kitchen, about to ruin her day. again. though, this one would have a much larger impact and luke knew that. his fingers are tight around a bottle of beer and he drinks heavily from it, trying to steady his nerves. all he can think about is how heavy eden had been in his arms. how something so small could feel so big was beyond him. he felt like he was still holding her. but he knew the weight he felt now was what came with having a daughter. that wasn’t mothered by his fiance. fuck. he finishes off the last of his beer and sets the bottle on the counter. in about five minutes, he’s going to go upstairs and sit on the bed he shares with helena. he’s going to tap her leg and say to her that he has to tell her something. something big. she’s not going to see it coming. not by a long shot. luke exhales heavily and picks at the corner of the label on the bottle. 

weighing it all up, that one night was the biggest mistake of his life. (bar the one he made two days ago, when he had no choice but to go along with the plan the guys had made. how the fuck could he risk helena’s life just to stand proud and say he didn’t participate? he could have told her. the truth, not the lies they made him feed everyone else. fuck.) but when he held eden a few hours ago, she felt like every wrong decision he had ever made meant nothing. because he was a father now. and she was the first right thing he had ever done. she was so beautiful and pure and sweet and nothing could ever be bad in a world she existed in. but this conversation would be bad. it would be fucking catastrophic and he knew that. luke would not even allow himself a moment of illusion. he had to be truthful and focused. this was going to suck and he had to do this. he couldn’t lie to the love of his life anymore. even if it was so much simpler to do so. 

it had all happened faster than she could register ; there were shots and she felt an incredible amount of pain in her abdomen. then she was dreaming of being home and she was having dinner with allie and their parents before she’s looking down and blood was pouring from wounds in her stomach. 

she could hear faint voices and she tried to open her eyes, she even tried to move, but people were holding her down. maybe they weren’t. she didn’t know, but she did feel a lot of pain. the last time she felt this was after her surgery - she couldn’t leave the hospital for weeks. as soon as she could open her eyes, though, she was trying to fight the lethargy off. the room was stark white and it was too quiet - all she knows is this was actually the hospital. when she looks around, she sees her sister isn’t there. why wasn’t allie there?

there’s a tube in her mouth and she starts getting anxious. turning her head, she frowns when she sees harry sat there, sleeping. what was he doing there? she makes noise by trying to hit the side of the bed, startling him awake. that’s when she sees kelly peek her head in and her eyes widen before she’s shouting for gordie. cassandra doesn’t know what’s happening, but she shouldn’t be alive. the tube is being removed from her throat and kelly was giving her a little water. 

once she found the ability to speak, she narrows her gaze in harry’s direction, “what are you doing here?” kelly frowns and tells her harry and gordie found her. ‘harry got there first. he forgot something in the hall and you were…’ the younger female gets a bit distressed and has to walk out of the room. cassandra keeps watching harry, though. “oh, so you wanted me to survive?” the blonde rasps. “or did gordie showing up force you to pretend to play the knight in shining armour? maybe you’re the one that shot me because i sure as hell don’t remember who did it.” // @fircytragcdy - HARRY.

harry had never really felt like his words had any power. not real power. sure, the guys listened to him and they did things that he said, but it was stupid things. not things like this. and, usually, it was because he had campbell pushing him, telling him to make the guys do those things. these words had been all his own and they were disgustingly misguided and he hated himself for it. for all of it. he had been there with her since he found her. allie had tried to argue it, but kelly had come to his rescue. he knew he was to blame for this and that was as bad as pulling the trigger himself. he needed to make sure she came through the other side on this one. she had to survive so that he could make amends, fix what he had caused. somehow. sleep had finally come to him, but it was short-lived. by cassandra. waking up. jesus. 

he just watches as gordie and kelly bring her to ease, removing the tube from her throat and giving her a little water. he feels as helpless as he did when he had found her. though, then, he had made sure he did everything he could to save her. getting gordie was the best he could do, but it was enough, seemingly. why did he think this was a good idea? how did he think she was going to see him as anything but the asshole he always was? oh, right. because he always was an asshole. to her. to everyone. how could he pretend he was anything but? except, apparently, in this case. the last thing he wanted was for cassandra to actually die. his words that night had been out of place, but there was no excuse for them. she was shot because of him. there was no other explanation for it. for why she was lying in that hospital bed and he felt so guilty that it felt like he was sitting on a chair made of glass. 

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“Baby, don’t bother your mom with any of this. It’s just a stomach flu.” A stomach flu that has been lingering for almost two weeks and even though Brooklyn has had some over the counter meds and her friends from the hospital have offered to send her other medications, she’s still unable to fully grasp what’s been going on. Aston, in true Aston fashion, has been worrying himself sick over her. She’s unable to hold any food down and she’s been in bed for days. When he chooses to ask his mother for advice, Brooklyn knows he’s only trying to get his head on straight. “Baby…” She reaches for his hand and pulls him down gently toward her on the bed. “You know these stomach bugs linger. Probably something I ate, honestly. Just make sure the kids don’t get near me in case I’m contagious, okay?”