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that side of her already belonged just to him, no one else could make her laugh or feel this good, to choose a kiss over jewelry, except him, she never felt this connected with anyone else, she never wanted a family with anyone else, this was what her parents had that she feared, unconditional love, even if they lost everything, as long he was by her side, everything was fine. She moved with him, letting a small moan escape her lips as they kissed

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Kevin's eyes fell on the clock. Three more minutes before knowing if they would get a family or not. Three more minutes to hold Guin in his arms and keep her safe from the world that could change in a blink of an eye. "I love you." He whispered before kissing her neck and played with the strands of her hair. "I will always do."

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Guinevere had closed herself off for so long, most holidays went by like they were nothing, because it was painful to celebrate alone, it was easier to just pretend they didn’t exist, but now that she was with Kevin that was something she wanted to change, traditions were important for families, and he was her family. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, I have some hot apple cider that would go well with those cookies.” She said with a smile, moving to grab his hand. “Any other traditions you would like to tell me? I would like to do them all with you.”

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Christmas, it was the most wonderful time of the year - as the song stated. But Kevin’s heart was filled with bitterness about the holliday. The most important figure in his life was no longer alive to celebrate it with him, yet now that he found his new family, he missed her all the more. “I go to the cemetery each Christmas to put flowers on my mother’s grave.” He shrugged. “But you don’t have to go if you don’t want to - I’d understand, it’s not the most fun place to spend Christmas at. The rest of the traditions are decorating a tree and of course opening presents.”

I watched my father kill my mother and didn't know how to stop him.

Very funny, I'm rich myself why would I marry Guin for the sake off tax benefits?

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Guin never thought about being a mother, a kid crying that needed you for everything sounded exhausting to say the true, more work than it was worth, however if she was going to want a family in the future it would certainly be with him, but that was in the future , future, they still had plenty of time for that.

Looking at him she smiled. “How long until we have to return?” She asked, she liked their little bubble, the second they returned to town it would be work, work, work. Also, she was just thinking about something. “Are you moving in with me?” She asked, the house was big, it had plenty of space for everyone, it would certainly give her  a good reason to leave work and go home.

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Kevin supposed that he had thought about fatherhood in a way, he didn’t dislike children - but he didn’t think he’d make a great example of one, seeing he lacked such a figure in his life. Kevin was on his own since he was 18.

“I think six hours.” He looked at the clock. “No five.” Time truly passed when they were laying in eachother’s arms. “Only if you want to love.” He smiled. “If you want to share your space than I gladly move into the house - we should tell Sofia about our marriage.”

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Tina’s suspicious raised eyebrow quickly gave way to a glare. If he hadn’t just bought her a coffee (and if the likelihood of him mentioning her attitude to James was slimmer) she very well could have said worse. She did not appreciate the nagging wife stereotype one bit. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tina asked, huffily, sinking into her hip. Maybe Tina would have to speak to James herself about his friends not liking her… Should it really have been a surprise that all the smelly old pirates didn’t like her though? James was, by all accounts, an anomaly.

Of course, the not knowing was now going to eat her alive all day. There was no way she could concentrate at work after this entire ordeal! As soon as James was in the office, she was going to ask him. “I will find out.”

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Kevin chuckled, now he understood with what James said that Tina was an easy tease. He hoped however that his kindness towards her was not easily forgotten. “Who knows?” Kevin chuckled before looking at his driver whom had cleaned the coffee that had been spilled on the car. “Well I have to bid you a good day Tina, I have work to do - perhaps you as well - you wouldn’t want to be late would you?”

With that he entered the car with a nod to her. “That you shall - eventually.” He knew James and he wouldn’t give way to the secret that easily then again he didn’t know how sneaky this blonde could be. And with that he drove off to his work, his mind directed to his own wife.

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Guinevere looked at the floor, not exactly sure how to answer his question, her ex-husband decorated the house for Sofia, in every corner a little gift for his precious little daughter, it was almost a reminder that she didn’t belong to the family, not really. So once he was gone, she didn’t felt like doing all that for Sofia. “I normally spend most of my time in the orchard, it felt pointless to decorate the house.” Which was true, since she would never lie to him. Moving closer to him she placed her arms around him and kissed him again. “But I like this new tradition.”

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Kevin thought that Guin had a point, if she wasn’t at the house than it was normal that there wouldn’t be much decorating going on there - she hopefully didn’t mind that he took it upon himself to decorate this time though when she said she liked the new tradition Kevin relaxed a bit. He missed christmas spend with family, when he had his father taken into custody well - christmas seemed to be the least of his concerns. “I’m glad you don’t mind it.” He whispered softly, feeling like a small child again.

“Do you wanna eat Sofia’s cookies? She probably baked a few?”

“Kevin…” She said his name playfully when he lifted her up unexpectedly, laughing like a teenager, she did love when he did that, being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, it was even better than when he got her a gift, which was saying a lot for guin. “Is that so?” she asked before kissing him back and melting against his arms

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"Guin..." He returned her name just as sweetly as she spoke his. He loved when she laughed like that, a selfish part of him wanted to claim that side of hers for himself. That she would only feel this way towards him and no one else. He guessed he had his possessiveness from his father. That was something he had to swallow down. So he did what he did best he claimed her lips with underlying passion, moving it so she moved with him in a sensual rhythm.

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Tina took the coffee, careful not to spill it, or step on any more slippery patches. It had been a near miss from being scolded by the beverage, and she knew next time she might not be so lucky.

Tina eyed Mr. Hopper with suspicion. She might have trusted James, but his friends were another thing entirely. They were, after all, pirates, and pirates weren’t to be trusted (until proven otherwise, in James’ case). Especially since Tina’s only working knowledge of him was what she had heard through the grape vine, from folk her age that ended up working in the factory. Given James’ own shady past, she wouldn’t put it past Hopper to have something going on in the background too.

“I don’t nag my fiancé, thank you very much,” Tina argued, sticking her nose back in the air. Sure, nagging she wouldn’t do, but… pouting, batting her eyes? That might work. Would it work on Hopper…? It was worth a shot. Her bottom lip jutted out, her eyebrows upturned. “Please can you tell me? I promise I won’t tell James you told me.”

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Kevin watched as Tina took the coffee in her hands, like a hawk he watched it as if he expected for it to spill another time. Not that he would buy her a new one if the clumsiness of her came through.

He could see the suspicion in her eyes, the way her eyebrow raised itself and her lips turned down, well he was used to being distrusted - a villain he liked to think of himself that way for the sake of it. He didn’t know James from his past however, but he did know James in his present - and he too could see that James had become a better man simply by falling in love. Love was a powerful thing that could stain even the darkest of hearts.

Love.

“Hard to believe.” Kevin said with a smirk. Almost giggling that she acted in such a way. “No can do, I have made a promise to James - like I said if you wanna know you should ask your fiancé instead.”

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“Oh, I’m very sorry,” Sofia said politely. After that revelation, though, she wasn’t quite sure what was the proper way to continue the conversation. “… Was she a good cook?” She wasn’t going to ask him how she had died, since that might come across as too insensitive. Instead, talking about what she was like when she was alive sounded like a much better option. Of course, that was if he had any good memories of her… Sofia knew that sometimes one’s relationship with their parents wasn’t all what books and movies showed them to be.

“Tiramisu and chocolate chip cookies. Noted,” Sofia smiled. She had learned how to make a pretty great tiramisu when she was nine, one time her father had several important business partners over for dinner. The recipe itself she had found in a book the house cook had lent her, and one of the business partners had openly congratulated her for her work. He had even joked that little Sofia was a better cook than the house cook herself. “I am proud of my accomplishments. But I do try to keep myself from getting too proud… Vanity is a very unpleasant trait,” she said quietly, quoting a phrase her nanny had said once, and looking back down at her tarte tatin. “A girl should always avoid it when she can.”

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He shook his head, it wasn’t something Sofia had to be concerned about. His father had received what he should, which was the death penalty. And Kevin had been working hard to get to the place he was right now. “She was the best.” He smiled. “She loved cooking too.” She always snuck him some food when he got punished by his father without a meal - sure it would get her into trouble if they got caught but he knew that his mother cared about him. And he cared about her. The loss when she passed was devestating but at the same time it hardened him to the cruel world that waited to swallow him whole.

He smiled thinking that his stepdaughter though Kevin liked to think of Sofia as his daughter - would make him any sort of meal. She worked hard and he appreciated it, but he felt Sofia needed a break now and then. “How’s Rose?” He asked her out of the blue. He remembered her concern in the party and wondered if things worked out favoritable for his stepchild.

He shook his head then. “No Sofia, there is no such thing as too proud.” She was rather humble when it came to the things she did. “You can be as proud of yourself as you want to be, if you did good you did good.”

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She smiled at his words, he was certainly the only one that could make her feel better about this. “I love you so much.” She said kissing him deeply, she should have told him sooner, he was nothing like her ex-husband after all, he really made her feel safe and calmer. “Nothing will ever change that.” She took a deep breath and smiled it. “Ready for the longest five minutes of your life?” She joked it 

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Kevin chuckled, putting his hand around her legs and lifted her up and dragged her basically to the couch. It had no use overthinking this. They were perfect as they were. And he believed that they could get through it somehow. "5 minutes? I know a fun way to distract you for 5 minutes." in his arms kissing those apple-red lips.

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This man was intimidating as hell, and Violet immediately felt smaller than usual. This was in no way the mans fault, it was the aura that came off him. It was an aura that warned you not to fuck with him, “O-okay, at least that thanks to your fast reflexes that there were no injuries.”

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Kevin liked to think he was intimidating, but now he felt more like a lovesick fool that softened around the woman he loved. “Yes, I guess I got lucky.” He hummed. Though in his mind his head was turning with ideas to torture this fellow. Punch his brains in, quite nicely. Stuff like that.