hurricane.

    “ you  know  i  love  you  more  than  i  love  myself,  so  of  course  i’ll  marry  you.  plus,  you  got  like  a  billion  times  hotter  after  you  became  a  dad  -  i’d  be  stupid  not  to  lock  your  ass  down,  babe. ”  she  leans  forward  to  wrap  her  arms  around  murphy’s  neck,  placing  a  gentle  peck  on  his  lips.  “ just  so  you  know,  the  old  me  would  have  fucked  you  right  here  but  i’m  a  mom  now  so  kisses  only. ”  facts.  “ my  fingers  are  chunky,  are  you  sure  that  ring’s  going  to  fit  me ?  do  you  want  to  try  to  put  it  on  me  or  do  you  want  me  to  do  it ? ”

“oh  right,  so  then  you  could  be  all  like  my  wife  when  she  said  yes,  yeah  bro  ?”  edward  questioned,  providing  a  truly  awful  borat  impression.  “simple  is  good.  balcony  is  good.  man,  you  really  are  a  romantic.”  then,  groaning  “god,  i  forgot  about  the  diaper  part.  can’t  we  just  like,  hire  someone  for  that  ?  and  then  me  and  raph  can  just  stick  around  to  hang  out  with  isla  and  make  sure  the  babysitter  isn’t  crazy.”  he  smiled  at  the  endearing  nervousness  in  murphy’s  tone.  “of  course  she’s  gonna  say  yes,  you’re  like  a  total  catch,  the  nhl  said  yes  to  you  first  round,  yeah  ?  and  they’re  an  international  sports  association  that  grosses  millions  she’s  just  a  girl  —  besides,  you  guys  love  each  other,  that’s  all  that  matters,  right  ?”  nudging  his  shoulder,  “so  have  you  figured  out  what  you’re  gonna  say  yet  ?”  not  that  edward  would  ever  bring  up  the  fact  that  his  best  friend  wasn’t  the  best  with  words,  but  he  really  wanted  to  make  sure  he  didn’t  accidentally  call  her  malevolent  when  he  was  trying  to  say  she  was  marvellous.  “you  can  practice  on  me  if  you  want,  i’m  pretty  like  soph.”

    “ …  i  -  fuck. ”  for  once  in  her  life,  she’s  lost  for  words.  too  stunned  to  speak,  sophia  slides  off  her  chair  and  meets  murphy  on  the  floor;  the  view  from  the  balcony  was  no  longer  the  most  beautiful  thing  in  the  vicinity  tonight,  it  was  that  ring.  " is  this  for  real ?  like,  you’re  not  pranking  me  right  now ?  oh  my  god,  is  that  a  tiffany’s  box ?  holy  fucking  shit. ”  the  word  vomit  is  real.  " i’m  sorry,  i’m  going  to  stop  talking  so  you  can  do  your  thing. ”

    “  huh ?  ”  the  view  from  the  resturant  has  sophia  in  awe,  her  umber  hues  struggling  to  look  away.  it’s  almost  like  looking  in  a  mirror  -  she  can’t  stop  staring.  however,  murphy’s  words  do  seem  to  distract  her  for  a  moment,  her  attention  now  being  drawn  towards  his  ambiguous  words.  what  was  an  interior  motive ?  was  he  about  to  ask  something  silly ?  " …  is  this  a  sex  thing ?  are  you  about  to  tell  me  that  you  want  to  try  pegging ?  i  don’t  know  if  i’m  mentally  ready  for  that. ”

edward’s heart warmed slightly at murphy’s question. he had ran from the ideas of marriage and children, but ever since raph, ever since isla, suddenly family just seemed so simple. grabbing his friend by the shoulder, “the big date yeah ? so what have you got planned ? fireworks ? hot air balloon ?” pausing, “i’ll have to ask raph about tomorow and you know how much he hates taking care of isla,” an obvious lie, if not from the playful smile on edward’s lips from the way that raphael would dote on his goddaughter whenever he had the chance, “i think i can convince him though, i’m just a good friend like that y’know ?” allowing for a moment of sincerity “bro, you know i’m really excited for you, yeah?”

“ you’re not in the dog house… but i’ll remember this forever. ” leaning over, she plants a soft yet somewhat rushed kiss against murphy’s lips, not wanting isla to get upset. it’s been a phase of the her’s recently; she doesn’t like her parents showing even the slightest bit of affection to one another. it’s almost like isla doesn’t want anyone else getting attention and love, only her. huh, she really is soph’s kid ! “ what are you doing today ? any chance you and isla want to hang out and let me have some alone time ? i want to get my nails done but the last time i took her with me she decided it was the perfect time to shit her pants. i literally can never step foot into glosslab again - i’ll always be known as the person whose kid stunk out the salon. ” 

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“ … she did NOT just say that. ” it may be seven in the morning but that doesn’t stop sophia from causing a ruckus, slamming the frying pan against the stove top before walking over towards the smiling one year old. “ isla, that will not be your first word ! say mama for me, baby. ” soph has hope for a split second, but that hope’s soon torn from her as isla slaps her hands around in her scrambled eggs and screams the bad word again - DADA. it’s a mother’s worst nightmare, really. “ i cannot believe you’ve done this. i wrecked my body for you and this is how you repay me. ” a melodramatic soph is evidently rather comedic to isla because not only is she throwing around her food, but she’s giggling away like she hasn’t just broken soph’s heart. “ murph !!! come and get your child !! ” 

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eddies eyes gazed down at isla as murphey handed her over to him, an uncharacteristic softness colouring his features. it was never once expected that edward would ever hold a baby and feel anything other than fear, panic, or fight or flight. but here he was, feeling an overwhelming sense of familial love for the little bundle breathing softly in his arms. his nose scrunched, a smile on his face as he flicked his eyes back up to murphy, “i think she has my eyes, yeah?”

murphy laughed, “oh yeah, totally- who the fu- heck- knows how genetics works anyway.” though, she seemed to have some qualities of murph’s and a lot from sophia- at least, by murphy’s probably biased assertion- so maybe genetics did make some points, “isn’t she beautiful?” murphy mumbled, “she’s like... she’s so perfect, ya know? i can’t believe i helped make her.” it was still pretty unbelievable that he was a father, “she’s for real a little person! like, here...” 

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legs like jelly, a headache, and a crying baby; soph was experiencing all three at once and you can bet that she’s feeling quite defeated. all was well earlier in the day - she took isla with her to the gym with her and like the angelic baby isla was most of the time, she slept through the workout session, not a single sound slipping past her tiny brims. however, as soon as soph had finished her leg day and popped isla in her newly aquired caynne turbo, angelic isla turned into demonic isla, squalling the entire way home. 

“ i don’t know what you want from me, i don’t know what you want from me, ” soph sang to the baby as she rushed to unlock the door, not wanting to get any complaints from their fellow neighbours and friends. “ babe ? ” she calls out as she finally gets the apartment door open, rushing inside. “ you here ? i want to move out and get a house. ”

“ a baby shower! how CUTE. you know if you need any help, i’m more than happy to. tommy, too. ” even if that really meant aster tugging on his sleeve and tommy carrying all the boxes to heavy for her. “ i get that. ” someone thinking you’re marrying them just because they’re having your child did not sound like the foundation for a happy marriage. even though she was sure no one could believe that of murphy. “ mhmm. opal is practically a curse and i like you guys too much to let you set yourself up for divorce. pink diamonds sound really nice though. very romantic with the use of pink. rose quartz is always a strong contender because it’s practically the stone of love. ”

murphy gave her a lopsided grin, nodding, “thanks, we started a registry and stuff- we’ll probably send that in the groupchat soon.” there was something so exciting about adding stuff to it. sometimes when he couldn’t sleep, he’d sit up on the little app just adding things- some of which they most definitely wouldn’t need, but whatever. he chuckled, “i trust you- i don’t even think i know what an opal is, honestly. but, yeah, it’s romantic and soph likes pink so... i figure that might be a good move?” a shrug rolled off his shoulders, maybe he’d ask sophia what kind of ring she wanted. in a way that murphy would consider subtle, but definitely wouldn’t be, “maybe tom and i can go ring shoppin’ together when the time come.” he winked.