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Summary: Jared talks to James and tries to give him a solution but he doesn't agree. || Rose wakes up and Lady Bishop comes with a crazy idea that maybe is going to cause some welcome answers.
Warning: Some slurs.
Words: 2.3k
"You look like shit," Jared said to his brother when two days later finally convinced James to leave Rose under the care of the nurses and doctors, so he could have a rest.
"That's the last of my concerns, if you don't know, Jared. I didn't sleep in almost 48 hours so I'm sorry if I don't look like a fucking prince."
"You're not going to last much longer if you don't sleep, James, you're going to be useless for her if you continue this way. And for the love of God, take a shower."
James had to admit that Jared was right. He accepted to go to his brother's house and finally let the hot water do its job. Eating a proper meal and finally sleeping in bed, also helped him. He slept for almost 10 hours straight and none bother him.
After the fight he hadn't talk to Samuel despite they crossed paths at the hospital. The only ones who talked to him were Louis and Annie but considering the situation sooner than later everybody needed to put the pants on and talk like the adults they were, preferably before Rose woke up because the last thing they wanted was to add a problem to the ones she already had.
The last thing they wanted was her scolding them all.
"Samuel gave you a good fucking blow, didn't he?" Jared said that late afternoon when finally James woke up. The bruise on his jaw was still visible and when he touched still hurt. Both brothers were eating the dinner that Jared's maid had prepared and it seemed James' appetite had returned.
"I did the same."
"Yes, I know. Do you want me to congratulate you for behaving like a fifteen years old boy, James?"
"What do you want me to do, eh, Jared? Stay there hearing him, blaming for what happened? The fucking Samuel and the bullshit he said about me not caring about my wife. Fuck him."
"No James, I didn't expect you to be impassive butā¦ he's your family."
"Well, tell him that."
"I told him."
"What? When?"
"You're not the only one frequenting a Coldwell, James."
"Oh, for God's sake. Tell me it's not what I think."
"I'm not, then."
"Rose is in comma, my in-laws except for Louis think I'm the worst husband in the whole world, I'm seriously considering quitting my job and now you're telling me you're fucking Samuel?"
"If it helps you, then I'm not fucking him yet. We're just talking ok? Just that. I'm not going to do anything that could put him in some risk. Not when has two little boys. Don't worry."
"Rose won't be happy."
"Tell your wife her brother is a big boy. But it's not Samuel the one I want to talk about. It's another thing. Listen, I know he said things he shouldn't and things aren't true at all; but there's one thing that's true and you can't protect Rose by yourself. You just can't. Rose needs several eyes around her from now on and I'm going to tell you something that is going to upset you more than anything but this is the solution I thought about: Contact Aron."
James furrowed and abruptly stood up from his chair: "No. Absolutely not. Did you lose your mind?" Jared shook his head. "No? Well, right now you're not being very coherent. You're telling me that I should call himā¦ the mafia? Killers!"
"Since when you're so decent, good citizen? You're accomplice of a crime even if we don't talk about it," the oldest Walsh said and James scoffed.
"Don't come at me with that. It's not the same! It is not the same!"
"James! Open your eyes! Your love for her isn't enough to protect her! Today is a bullet in her shoulder, tomorrow is going to be her head if you don't leave your stupid resentment outside of this! Who do you think is guarding the backs of her rivals? God? They've mobsters taking care of them and you two need to do the same. The Irish aren't involved because they won't kiss English asses, but they'll do it because you're a son of Ireland... And you're his family."
"Fuck that."
"You don't want to bury her, James, and me neither, she's like my sister and if it depends on me then I could do that. But you're her husband and it's your duty to protect her even if you don't do it the way you want to." James, despite all the hours he could rest, felt tired and plopped down on the chair again. "At least talk to her about this when she's awake again, alright? Maybe this is something you two need to talk alone," Jared finished.
Rose woke up a day later and if doctors and nurses didn't move out of their way, then James was going to run over them, he didn't care, his eyes were on her. There was his wife, still covered with some bandages, bruised but awake and opened her arms when she saw him. Finally the couple could hug eachother again.
"Rosie. My RĆ³isĆn," he said, kissing her briefly. "You're back, sweetheart."
"I am, ketzele! You're not going to get rid of me that easy."
"I don't want that, love. You know I can't live ā"
"Jamie, what happened?! Your faceā¦ you're hurt," she said brushing his cheek with her fingertips.
"Rose, you're the one in a hospital bed, you should be worried about yourself, not me. You were shot."
"You're not answering me. What happened to you?"
Your brother was an asshole.
"Nothing. And I promise I'm fine, Rosie. It was an accident. It's not me, you should be worried about. How are you?"
"Tired, hurt, I'm still confused. Doctors asked me but I don't recall the events. Annie and Sam know, I guess."
"Yeah, they know. Your family talked to police but there's no news."
"That's not new," she said "they never do their job."
James chuckled and felt relief in his soul: that was his woman. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully took her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. "You really scared me, love," he whispered, caressing her too. Rose hid her face on his chest.
"There's nothing on the other side," she confessed. "No lights, no bright cloudsā¦ nothing. I don't want that. It was awful. Without you there's literally nothing."
"We're here together again, RĆ³isĆn."
The words Jared said suddenly had a new meaning. "We need to talk about what we're going to do in the future, love. But not nowā¦ and not here."
"Ok. Later, then. I love you, ketzele. And I was afraid of not telling you again."
The days that followed, Rose kept improving and slowly was becoming her old self again. Samuel remembered why she was the oldest sibling after she knew the reason James had a bruise on his face. Her mother, and even grandmother, saw a very angry Rose who couldn't believe they could treat her husband that way. But after the storm, things in the family were calm again. Louis was the only one who didn't suffer the effects of the storm called Rose and he was very happy about.
"I love you, too, RĆ³isĆn. I love you so much."
.
"I'm tired of being here, Jamie," she said three days later with her head resting on his shoulder. He played with her hair. "I'm tired of my family. Don't get me wrong I love them and I always will but right now they're suffocating me. My mother, my bubbe, my brothersā¦"
"They're worried."
"Yes, I know. But I can't bear with this anymore. I can't move without any of them being right here. I know I sound like a bitch after all what happened, but I just want to go home and be with you. Only you. I want our lives back, I want our privacy. I want to talk to you not feeling they're listening every fucking word I say to you."
"Are you thinking about discharging yourself from hospital?" he asked because felt Rose wasn't saying everything.
"Yes. If tomorrow doctors don't authorise it, then I'm going to take full responsibility for it."
"Your family won't like it."
"I'm 30, James, what are they going to do? Tie me here? And Samuel who's the only one who can talk out loud knows he fucked up, so he won't do it."
"I want our lives back, too. Thorn House is cold and empty with you there. I don't fully agree, I'm saying this because your fucking brother will think I encouraged you to leave the hospital, but I want you with me there. Alone."
"He won't think that, ketzele," she said as he leaned over to kiss her, his hand caressing her neck. "I need you."
"Me too."
The doctors suggested another week. Or at least four days more but Rose didn't accept it. She was going to go there and have all the necessary appointments but she needed to be at home with her husband and no one else. The idea of being in the hospital for a week was going to drive her crazy.
But her way out of the hospital wasn't going to be the way Rose thought.
Among other people who went to visit her was Ruth Bishop. She went to see Rose and left a bouquet of flowers on the table in front of her bed. Even in such place surrounded by ill people and death, lady Bishop didn't lose her natural elegance.
"You're leaving then," she said.
"This afternoon," confirmed Rose. "Finally."
"Glad to hear that, Mrs. Coldwell. Did you think about leaving an impression?"
"An impression? I thought surviving a head trauma and a bullet was impressive enough."
"It is. But how many people know about it? I've been thinking about something else," the woman said. "I know police didn't catch the guilty yet."
"No. I'm Jewish, lady Bishop, since when police care about us?"
"You're right. And also a woman, so that's why we need to do something. Something that also will help you with your campaign. Imagine if the press knows that a political leader was shot and everything remained the same."
"I'm not a political leader! I'm barely beginning!"
"You're the head of the BSP! You're a leader, Rose, and it's time you start to see yourself as one. You have a friend in the London daily, isn't it? Katherine Bridges."
"Katie, yes."
"Well, Mrs. Coldwell. Call her, we're going to move the foundations a bit. Have you ever considered being an actress?"
James, that was there, began to cough and Rose had to pat his back. His mother was an actress and it wasn't something he'd like to remember, let alone associate acting with his wife. The couple exchanged glances.
"Did I say something wrong, Mr. Coldwell?"
"No, Lady Bishop, it'sā¦ it's nothing."
"I'm sorry if something I said upset you. It was just a way to express my idea. See? If your Rose pretends a bit, like ā leaving the hospital in a wheelchair and the press takes a photo of her, it's going to cause something in society. Even more if they know police didn't do anything."
"I'm not going to leave the hospital in a wheelchair when I can walk!"
"You're just pretending, Rose," said Ruth.
"If it helps to catch the guilty," add James shrugging.
"Do you agree?" Rose asked him, surprised.
"Why not?"
James pushed the wheelchair ramp down. His wife covered with a blanket, her hair undone, held her mother's hand and at her side was her old grandmother. Katie was taking notes while asked her questions that both women practiced inside the bedroom a couple of hours before when Rose called her. Katie's colleague took photos of Rose, being careful to aimed at her bruised face. Curious walkers, some street workers and other people started to surround her, trying to know what happened and who was the young lady who was leaving the hospital.
"I like him," the older woman said, smiling, while Rose rolled her eyes.
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Exactly what Ruth planned.
The protagonist of the staged play let out a sigh when was finally out of the view of strangers and could be alone with the ones she loved.
"I didn't know you sent one of your men after her, father," said Ramses Neville reading the newspaper the next day. This time Katie insisted the news needed to be in the front page and the editor agreed. So there was the photo of Rose Coldwell leaving the hospital after being shot to whole London knew about it.
"I hope this is worth," she said letting James embrace her.
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"I didn't," replied his father coldly.
"You said ā"
"I said I was going to wait to see who she was... and my men did finish their work if I ask. Till this day, they never failed."
"Who did it, then?"
"I don't know but it wasn't me. But there's something else that upset me," Richard Neville said looking at the newspaper. That man in the back, the black haired guy. I know him."
"Who's that?"
"The leader of the Black Shamrock. Aron Walsh. What is doing that asshole behind her and her husband?"
"The husband is another paddy, isn't it?" his son replied. "Maybe are friends."
"Aron Walsh doesn't have friends outside his group. I think our little woman has the Irish guarding her back now."
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A/N:How the Black Shamrock finally appear will be say next chapter. || Katie Bridges belongs to @julyzaas-writing-blog
@justrainandcoffee Rose is awake and ready to kick ass!! I didn't think she'd go along with Lady Bishop's PR stunt, but I'm so glad she did. That photo sent a powerful message! The appearance of Aron Walsh behind her was such a pleasant surprise as was the revelation that Jared and Samuel are starting a relationship? Good things are coming, I can feel it!
First Jared and Sam, no and yes. I mean, it's very complicated because it's the 1910s and homosexuality was forbidden. Then Sam is a divorced man with two boys and being a divorcee is bad enough living a century ago. Sam is bisexual, so he finds Jared attractive but they're not going to be in a relationship even if they share bed sometimes. But at least they're going to have fun sometimes... (Also, Sam is doomed by the narrative and it's cursed do the same mistakes his father did, and Jared is too smart to deal with that. But well! Maybe it's Temporary but also unforgettable š.)
Rose has a high moral and doesn't want to be like the rest of her colleagues/rivals but needs to understand how to play that game if she wants to succeed so fortunately she listened to Ruth.
I'm dying to write about Aron because James and him are something else š¤. Aron is the only one who knows how to get in his nerves š. Poor James, he never will like his cousin but it's necessary now.
Summary: Jared talks to James and tries to give him a solution but he doesn't agree. || Rose wakes up and Lady Bishop comes with a crazy idea that maybe is going to cause some welcome answers.
Warning: Some slurs.
Words: 2.3k
"You look like shit," Jared said to his brother when two days later finally convinced James to leave Rose under the care of the nurses and doctors, so he could have a rest.
"That's the last of my concerns, if you don't know, Jared. I didn't sleep in almost 48 hours so I'm sorry if I don't look like a fucking prince."
"You're not going to last much longer if you don't sleep, James, you're going to be useless for her if you continue this way. And for the love of God, take a shower."
James had to admit that Jared was right. He accepted to go to his brother's house and finally let the hot water do its job. Eating a proper meal and finally sleeping in bed, also helped him. He slept for almost 10 hours straight and none bother him.
After the fight he hadn't talk to Samuel despite they crossed paths at the hospital. The only ones who talked to him were Louis and Annie but considering the situation sooner than later everybody needed to put the pants on and talk like the adults they were, preferably before Rose woke up because the last thing they wanted was to add a problem to the ones she already had.
The last thing they wanted was her scolding them all.
"Samuel gave you a good fucking blow, didn't he?" Jared said that late afternoon when finally James woke up. The bruise on his jaw was still visible and when he touched still hurt. Both brothers were eating the dinner that Jared's maid had prepared and it seemed James' appetite had returned.
"I did the same."
"Yes, I know. Do you want me to congratulate you for behaving like a fifteen years old boy, James?"
"What do you want me to do, eh, Jared? Stay there hearing him, blaming for what happened? The fucking Samuel and the bullshit he said about me not caring about my wife. Fuck him."
"No James, I didn't expect you to be impassive butā¦ he's your family."
"Well, tell him that."
"I told him."
"What? When?"
"You're not the only one frequenting a Coldwell, James."
"Oh, for God's sake. Tell me it's not what I think."
"I'm not, then."
"Rose is in comma, my in-laws except for Louis think I'm the worst husband in the whole world, I'm seriously considering quitting my job and now you're telling me you're fucking Samuel?"
"If it helps you, then I'm not fucking him yet. We're just talking ok? Just that. I'm not going to do anything that could put him in some risk. Not when has two little boys. Don't worry."
"Rose won't be happy."
"Tell your wife her brother is a big boy. But it's not Samuel the one I want to talk about. It's another thing. Listen, I know he said things he shouldn't and things aren't true at all; but there's one thing that's true and you can't protect Rose by yourself. You just can't. Rose needs several eyes around her from now on and I'm going to tell you something that is going to upset you more than anything but this is the solution I thought about: Contact Aron."
James furrowed and abruptly stood up from his chair: "No. Absolutely not. Did you lose your mind?" Jared shook his head. "No? Well, right now you're not being very coherent. You're telling me that I should call himā¦ the mafia? Killers!"
"Since when you're so decent, good citizen? You're accomplice of a crime even if we don't talk about it," the oldest Walsh said and James scoffed.
"Don't come at me with that. It's not the same! It is not the same!"
"James! Open your eyes! Your love for her isn't enough to protect her! Today is a bullet in her shoulder, tomorrow is going to be her head if you don't leave your stupid resentment outside of this! Who do you think is guarding the backs of her rivals? God? They've mobsters taking care of them and you two need to do the same. The Irish aren't involved because they won't kiss English asses, but they'll do it because you're a son of Ireland... And you're his family."
"Fuck that."
"You don't want to bury her, James, and me neither, she's like my sister and if it depends on me then I could do that. But you're her husband and it's your duty to protect her even if you don't do it the way you want to." James, despite all the hours he could rest, felt tired and plopped down on the chair again. "At least talk to her about this when she's awake again, alright? Maybe this is something you two need to talk alone," Jared finished.
Rose woke up a day later and if doctors and nurses didn't move out of their way, then James was going to run over them, he didn't care, his eyes were on her. There was his wife, still covered with some bandages, bruised but awake and opened her arms when she saw him. Finally the couple could hug eachother again.
"Rosie. My RĆ³isĆn," he said, kissing her briefly. "You're back, sweetheart."
"I am, ketzele! You're not going to get rid of me that easy."
"I don't want that, love. You know I can't live ā"
"Jamie, what happened?! Your faceā¦ you're hurt," she said brushing his cheek with her fingertips.
"Rose, you're the one in a hospital bed, you should be worried about yourself, not me. You were shot."
"You're not answering me. What happened to you?"
Your brother was an asshole.
"Nothing. And I promise I'm fine, Rosie. It was an accident. It's not me, you should be worried about. How are you?"
"Tired, hurt, I'm still confused. Doctors asked me but I don't recall the events. Annie and Sam know, I guess."
"Yeah, they know. Your family talked to police but there's no news."
"That's not new," she said "they never do their job."
James chuckled and felt relief in his soul: that was his woman. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully took her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. "You really scared me, love," he whispered, caressing her too. Rose hid her face on his chest.
"There's nothing on the other side," she confessed. "No lights, no bright cloudsā¦ nothing. I don't want that. It was awful. Without you there's literally nothing."
"We're here together again, RĆ³isĆn."
The words Jared said suddenly had a new meaning. "We need to talk about what we're going to do in the future, love. But not nowā¦ and not here."
"Ok. Later, then. I love you, ketzele. And I was afraid of not telling you again."
The days that followed, Rose kept improving and slowly was becoming her old self again. Samuel remembered why she was the oldest sibling after she knew the reason James had a bruise on his face. Her mother, and even grandmother, saw a very angry Rose who couldn't believe they could treat her husband that way. But after the storm, things in the family were calm again. Louis was the only one who didn't suffer the effects of the storm called Rose and he was very happy about.
"I love you, too, RĆ³isĆn. I love you so much."
.
"I'm tired of being here, Jamie," she said three days later with her head resting on his shoulder. He played with her hair. "I'm tired of my family. Don't get me wrong I love them and I always will but right now they're suffocating me. My mother, my bubbe, my brothersā¦"
"They're worried."
"Yes, I know. But I can't bear with this anymore. I can't move without any of them being right here. I know I sound like a bitch after all what happened, but I just want to go home and be with you. Only you. I want our lives back, I want our privacy. I want to talk to you not feeling they're listening every fucking word I say to you."
"Are you thinking about discharging yourself from hospital?" he asked because felt Rose wasn't saying everything.
"Yes. If tomorrow doctors don't authorise it, then I'm going to take full responsibility for it."
"Your family won't like it."
"I'm 30, James, what are they going to do? Tie me here? And Samuel who's the only one who can talk out loud knows he fucked up, so he won't do it."
"I want our lives back, too. Thorn House is cold and empty with you there. I don't fully agree, I'm saying this because your fucking brother will think I encouraged you to leave the hospital, but I want you with me there. Alone."
"He won't think that, ketzele," she said as he leaned over to kiss her, his hand caressing her neck. "I need you."
"Me too."
The doctors suggested another week. Or at least four days more but Rose didn't accept it. She was going to go there and have all the necessary appointments but she needed to be at home with her husband and no one else. The idea of being in the hospital for a week was going to drive her crazy.
But her way out of the hospital wasn't going to be the way Rose thought.
Among other people who went to visit her was Ruth Bishop. She went to see Rose and left a bouquet of flowers on the table in front of her bed. Even in such place surrounded by ill people and death, lady Bishop didn't lose her natural elegance.
"You're leaving then," she said.
"This afternoon," confirmed Rose. "Finally."
"Glad to hear that, Mrs. Coldwell. Did you think about leaving an impression?"
"An impression? I thought surviving a head trauma and a bullet was impressive enough."
"It is. But how many people know about it? I've been thinking about something else," the woman said. "I know police didn't catch the guilty yet."
"No. I'm Jewish, lady Bishop, since when police care about us?"
"You're right. And also a woman, so that's why we need to do something. Something that also will help you with your campaign. Imagine if the press knows that a political leader was shot and everything remained the same."
"I'm not a political leader! I'm barely beginning!"
"You're the head of the BSP! You're a leader, Rose, and it's time you start to see yourself as one. You have a friend in the London daily, isn't it? Katherine Bridges."
"Katie, yes."
"Well, Mrs. Coldwell. Call her, we're going to move the foundations a bit. Have you ever considered being an actress?"
James, that was there, began to cough and Rose had to pat his back. His mother was an actress and it wasn't something he'd like to remember, let alone associate acting with his wife. The couple exchanged glances.
"Did I say something wrong, Mr. Coldwell?"
"No, Lady Bishop, it'sā¦ it's nothing."
"I'm sorry if something I said upset you. It was just a way to express my idea. See? If your Rose pretends a bit, like ā leaving the hospital in a wheelchair and the press takes a photo of her, it's going to cause something in society. Even more if they know police didn't do anything."
"I'm not going to leave the hospital in a wheelchair when I can walk!"
"You're just pretending, Rose," said Ruth.
"If it helps to catch the guilty," add James shrugging.
"Do you agree?" Rose asked him, surprised.
"Why not?"
James pushed the wheelchair ramp down. His wife covered with a blanket, her hair undone, held her mother's hand and at her side was her old grandmother. Katie was taking notes while asked her questions that both women practiced inside the bedroom a couple of hours before when Rose called her. Katie's colleague took photos of Rose, being careful to aimed at her bruised face. Curious walkers, some street workers and other people started to surround her, trying to know what happened and who was the young lady who was leaving the hospital.
"I like him," the older woman said, smiling, while Rose rolled her eyes.
------
Exactly what Ruth planned.
The protagonist of the staged play let out a sigh when was finally out of the view of strangers and could be alone with the ones she loved.
"I didn't know you sent one of your men after her, father," said Ramses Neville reading the newspaper the next day. This time Katie insisted the news needed to be in the front page and the editor agreed. So there was the photo of Rose Coldwell leaving the hospital after being shot to whole London knew about it.
"I hope this is worth," she said letting James embrace her.
------
"I didn't," replied his father coldly.
"You said ā"
"I said I was going to wait to see who she was... and my men did finish their work if I ask. Till this day, they never failed."
"Who did it, then?"
"I don't know but it wasn't me. But there's something else that upset me," Richard Neville said looking at the newspaper. That man in the back, the black haired guy. I know him."
"Who's that?"
"The leader of the Black Shamrock. Aron Walsh. What is doing that asshole behind her and her husband?"
"The husband is another paddy, isn't it?" his son replied. "Maybe are friends."
"Aron Walsh doesn't have friends outside his group. I think our little woman has the Irish guarding her back now."
------
A/N:How the Black Shamrock finally appear will be say next chapter. || Katie Bridges belongs to @julyzaas-writing-blog
This is your oc's fairy godmother š§š». She's a bitch an usually ruins wishes on purpose, but this time decided to be good -because I threatened her- and will make your oc(s) wishes come true. So tell them to think wisely and the fairy will make it real āØ.
This is a really fun idea, Flor. Thank you for including me. š¤
Lily wishes that her parents loved her as much as they love her siblings.
The fairy godmother is shaking her head because she can't believe her parents are like that.
So, in this new reality she gives them something they apparently lack of:
And also common sense. Also her sister won't be a bitch and will be blessed with this gift too.
Never again will be feel like the black sheep... And if it happens, the fairy godmother is willing to adopt her. She also has red hair, as you could see š§.
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This is your oc's fairy godmother š§š». She's a bitch an usually ruins wishes on purpose, but this time decided to be good -because I threatened her- and will make your oc(s) wishes come true. So tell them to think wisely and the fairy will make it real āØ.
@justrainandcoffee Oh! Amos and Hev wish for them to be immortal and heal fast during sex so they can hurt each other for pleasure without any risk!
This is your oc's fairy godmother š§š». She's a bitch an usually ruins wishes on purpose, but this time decided to be good -because I threatened her- and will make your oc(s) wishes come true. So tell them to think wisely and the fairy will make it real āØ.
Nina thought about her wish very carefully and now the worldās new order is matriarchy. Sheās very grateful for the opportunity.
Nina wakes up a morning and sees his father cooking and her mother sitting on a sofa drinking hot tea that Pietro did for her, while Salvatore is mopping the floor. For a moment thinks is a dream but it feels too real. A history book on the table titled "How women made society" gives her the answer. Maria tells her to take sit next to her, Pietro gives his sister a pie he baked in the morning while she was sleeping.
Maybe Nina can get used to it from now on. The fairy godmother for sure approves.
This is your oc's fairy godmother š§š». She's a bitch an usually ruins wishes on purpose, but this time decided to be good -because I threatened her- and will make your oc(s) wishes come true. So tell them to think wisely and the fairy will make it real āØ.
At the very top of Irene's wishlist is for the disappearance of a certain someone...
Life was simpler without him. Thanks for the fun ask, darl!
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On a side note, I'm so grateful that I made the moodboard/James' gift for Rose like a month ago... Cause i just realised that is in two days and I couldn't make anything these last two weeks, nor now š« .
(life happens/is happening and didn't have the time or motivation to continue this before, but I want to finish it. It's shorter than the previous ones, but I tried to make it interesting anyway.)
So! Here we are... Ready to party? Only one quiz left.
š£ If youāre in need of a āwhat would you doā event, some pieces of advice or just someone to lend you an ear, why donāt you ask your favorite local homicidal psychopath? Send a š along with whatever you want/need and Amos will gladly offer help ā not without a little roast in passing. He promises not to answer your problem with ruin their lives or kill them type of answer.
š£ Feel free to spam him, from the most ridiculous to serious request, heās got a very boring day in the office.
And if you send him your best compliment he might agree to off someone for you for a very reduced price.
I never thought I was going to be in this situation but fuck my life.
I'm so fucking embarrassed now to do this, but I can't find any other solution.
I made a Ko-fi to see if you can help me with some tips to pay the water bill. I really need it.
Any help or sharing is appreciated. You know me and the struggles I've been living the last years, I'm not taking advantage of anyone because that's not me.
Like i wrote there, hopefully is just a one time thing. I really need it.
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Jared entered the bedroom James was in Thorn House and looked at his younger brother who was tying his tie in front of a beautiful mirror. That wasn't the main bedroom, in the main one was Rose with her mother and best friend and James couldn't see the bride the whole day.
James nodded at him. "I am, brother."
"I'm very proud of you, you know?" Jared said "this is a big moment for you and for us, too. You're the first of us who's going to be a man of family and that's huge."
"Weā Rosie and I we can't be parents."
"Man of family doesn't necessary means being a father, James. It's bigger than that. It's protecting your woman, making her happy and we know she's happy with you. She's your family, isn't she? Therefore, you're a man of family. You did it, asshole, you're going to marry the love of your life and tell me you thought that could be possible at the beginning of the year."
James shook his head. No, he didn't think it'd be possible. When the year began, he was in a bad place. The same place he had been for three years. Then, the same day that the cause of all his fears was victim of patricide; the girl he always loved went back to him and everything started to go uphill. For good. Even if Anya killed herself, James never felt responsible for that.
Now, just seven months after that, he was ready to be Rose's husband until his last day that he hoped was very far in the future.
"There's something Rosie doesn't know," James said and Jared frowned.
"Are you going to tell me what's that?"
"If you insist... I'm going to take her name. James Coldwell it is for me from now on."
"Oh? wow! That wasn't something I expected to hear. Why? Wives are the ones whoā"
"I know. But Rose deserves better than being a Walsh or Thorne. It's not fair for her to carry the shitty names that could remember me of our parents and the more I think about it the more convinced I am. So, that's it Jared, in less than an hour I'm going to be Coldwell."
"Sounds crazy, but I accept it if that what you want. James, you do love her," Jared said and patted his back.
"I do. I fucking do."
"Hurry up then, Mr. Coldwell. She's gonna be ready soon."
"I always knew this day was going to come; you getting married and forgetting about me."
Annie was helping Rose with her dress. The long embroidered tail was being ironed to fix every imperfection it could have. Two maids and Annushka were inside the bedroom with her. Mary had gone to hers to change her clothes, too.
"I'm not forgetting about you, Annie. I could never. Would you stop talking like I'm going to live in China? We're close."
"Not like before, but I'll take it. I'm very happy for you two, Rosie. I was there remember? The day you met him. It seems it happened a life ago. Who's going to say that the shy ginger boy was going to be your husband? You truly deserve it, even if James deserved to be punch years ago."
"No, he didn'tā¦ and it doesn't matter anymore, Annie, it doesn't matter what happened. He's a good man and he loves me."
"More than that. He's crazy for you," Annie said "and it's what you deserve. You're my sister, Rosie, and I love you. I can't be happier for you."
"You're going to find a man like him, too, Annie."
"I did. Better than James even. Stuart," she replied referring to her fat cat. Both girls laughed out loud almost at the same time.
"I have to agree. Stuart is the best man, but please refer to him as Lord Stuart it's what he wants."
"Lord Stuart. I keep forgetting."
While big part of Pebblebrock was being remodeled to be transformed into a school for girls, Annie was living there, taking care of everything and Stuart had moved in with her from the first moment. Rose needed a person who she could trust and none was better than her best friend. She was, always had been, good with numbers and that was very helpful for Rose.
The money Rose inherited allowed her to buy a house for her mother, grandmother and little Louis, while she could rent a nice house for Samuel who was still studying law in London. Even if her brother told her that wasn't necessary, Rose did it anyway.
With her family already settled, Rose and James finally visited Thorn House with the idea of seeing it and then decide what to do.
Thorn House was a manor located in Oxford, built almost a century ago, surrounded by nothing but trees and local fauna but not so far from the university. It allowed him go there to work every morning and come back quickly if it was necessary. In nice days, James said that he also could walk to his work.
They loved the place because it gave them privacy and the calm that then, but especially James, were looking for. Pebblebrock was just two hours away from it and those days Rose needed to go there, the train was the best option for her.
Overall, the manor seemed to be made for them. They saw it in the morning and by night it was already theirs.
As the days passed, and while they also arranged the things for their wedding, they hired new staff to work in. A new housekeeper, a butler and some maids were ready to help the when it was necessary. They moved in once the last repair was done, around three weeks ago. This night, finally, Thorn House was going to belong to the Thornes. Or that was Rose believed, unaware of the decision her future husband had already made.
Thorn House belonged to the Coldwells.
They decided to have a Jewish-Catholic wedding. One of the options was to have a simply civil ceremony but for her it was hard to disguise how much she wished a proper wedding, one where she could swore in front of her God the love she had for James and even when for him it wasn't necessary, because he knew, accepted to have a wedding honouring both religions.
Thorn House, beautifully decorated for the wedding, was now full of guests. James went downstairs to wait for his bride and saw a lot of happy faces enjoying some canapes, drinking champagne and waiting for the protagonists of the night. Even was an orchestra.
Men he knew from working in Oxford, his family-except his cousin- and a little group of friends he had made along the road, greeted him, shaking his hands or patting his back. Rose had invited her people, including the Ivanovs who knew her since she was six and people from the synagogue. A group of suffragettes was also there, although contrary to what they were used to do, they were just enjoying and laughing with other guests.
Both the rabbi and the priest they hired talked animatedly under the Chuppah and for a moment James thought if they had met before even was very improbable. There was an air of respect around both men making the decision he and Rose had taken even better.
James checked his pocket watch. His future wife should have been ready already and he wanted to know what she was thinking in that moment. Was she happy? Anxious? Probably both, despite Annie's efforts during last week to try to calm Rose as much as possible.
He had learnt, and was still learning, about Jewish traditions and that specific one previous the wedding, said that both the groom and bride should be treated like Queen and King before the big day and she wasn't. Rose and him had joked that it was a good way to start this new life for them.
And a new life together was what both of them craved.
Samuel offered his arm to his big sister as soon as she opened the door to finally go to the main hall where James was waiting for her. Annie kissed her cheek and rushed downstairs to inform the bride was coming.
"You're already a woman," the younger Coldwell said, smiling at her.
"You think?"
"Yes. You deserve this, you know? This wedding, this house, even that man that's waiting for you. All of it. You did so much for us that it's your turn now. I'm going to say this only once, Rosie, because I don't want you bothering me for the rest of my life but: I couldn't asked for a better older sister and I'm truly happy for you."
"You're the sweetest, Sam. And thanks for walking me down to James."
"It's an honour."
None of the siblings mentioned that Mr. Coldwell should have been there, but he wasn't. Same he wasn't there for the last decade but they didn't care, not that day at least. It wasn't worth.
"It's time," Samuel finally said, helping Rose to go downstairs.
James stared at Rose walking to him and felt his heart racing. That was his wife, even before the I do. The ivory dress was even more beautiful than Rose told him it was and the train was breathtaking but above all, for him, it was how beautiful she looked in his eyes. When finally the Coldwell siblings reached the end of the carpet and Samuel gave her to him and as both lovers smiled, incapable of stop looking at the other, time began to be blurry for both of them.
Her mind was that first day when she saw him. A little redhead boy who gave her extra money for those pies her mother prepared back then. That girl she was could hardly imagine that one day he was going to be her husband. Her Jamie. Her ketzele.
There was a time, not far away from where he was now, when imagining that happiness was something he didn't think it was possible. He had to relearn that love was sharing a book near a fireplace and not having sex to amend things every single day. Love was smelling her hair every morning to check she was real and not part of his imagination.
Their hands touching subtle, their fingers brushing were almost imperceptible but it helped them to feel the other. In secret, because the groom asked his brother-in-law, Samuel had taught James how to say his vows in Yiddish and that caused the bride to look at him with teary eyes. Along with their vows, they exchanged more glances and smiles. Promising to love eachother until their last day.
"ā¦ Till death do you part?" asked the priest and everyone joyfully clapped after they said I do. To complete the Jewish Ceremony, James crushed the glass cup with his foot.
Both finally kissed. They were officially husband and wife.
Her Bubbe Elizabeth, Rose's grandmother, was sobbing even when was difficult to make that woman cry.
It was late now. Inside Thorn House most of the guests were dancing or eating, but the newlyweds were outside, in the balcony, trying to have some time alone. That day had started very early for them and didn't see each other until the wedding ceremony. They barely had eaten, all they want to do was having the chance to be together.
It was a chill night, but James had put his jacket on her shoulders and also was hugging her from behind, resting his chin on her head.
"I can't wait to be alone with you," he said.
"We're alone."
"No, we're not. That's not what I mean, I'm glad for those who came tonight but I want our house for us. Just us."
"Tomorrow morning none of them are going to be here. Do you think they miss us?"
"No. I think they know husband and wife need some time alone, even if they expect to see us during the party. They can wait, RĆ³isĆn. Do you want to come back?".
"No, not really," she replied, resting her head on his arms. "This is far from beautiful, love."
"It is. Rosie, I need to tell you something you don't know. In fact the only one who knows is Jared because I needed to tell this to someone. I don't want you to be Mrs. Thorne, I selfishly made this decision but I don't want it."
Rose frowned "what do you mean? I married you, Iā"
"And I married you, as well. I'd like to be Mr. Coldwell, if you let me."
If the one if front of her could've been Jared then Rose could've think that was a jokeā¦ but it wasn't. It was James, her husband, and he couldn't joke with it.
"Mr. Coldwell?" she repeated, this time turning around to face him. There was a smile in her face that wanted to appear but she was trying to control. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes, it is."
Tiptoeing, she put her hands on his shoulders and James held her by her waist "then we're The Coldwells," she replied looking at him with love, before kissing him.
Both still needed to face something that was bigger than anything that happened before. So big that was going to leave a mark in human history forever. But not yet. It was 1908 and both were too in love to care what was about to happen.
They only had eyes for the other, so in love and blind, that they didn't notice the barely perceptible, but still there, aurora borealis over their heads.
This was such a sweet and wholesome chapter, Flor! From the preparations to the little moment between them, I was smiling like a fool. This truly seems like the best day of their lives, tying themselves together in front of all the people who love them. And theyāre so loved and cherished. They deserve their happiness.
Iāll always love James taking Roseās surname. He finally gets to have the surname of someone who truly loves him. He deserves it.
Loved this ending! Also, canāt believe Iām finally almost all caught up. Sorry for the wait!
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