adventure queen

“Hi, sweetheart! I’m doing well, and you?”

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“You want to know what I will never understand?” Rose spoke as she sat with Laurel, having one of their relaxed little evenings. Tubs of ice cream, bottle of white wine between them, and Cherry running back and forth between their feet, jumping at them for attention whenever it took too long between sessions of cuddles, or having a toy thrown for her to chase. “People who ask to see me play with my feet. It’s just. I don’t know, I don’t understand the foot fetish. I do it, of course, because it’s nice and good money, but damn, does it confuse me when they want me to jerk off a fake cock, with my feet. Like why not a blowjob?”

She’s been sitting there for at least thirty minutes now as she seek attempts to listen to this stranger who had her their victim tonight with some sob story, which obviously is a lame attempt to get to their bed or wherever hellhole they live in. It’s not that Gaia doesn’t have the guts to say no, but somehow she was just amused at them trying to get her attention. “Hmm…uhuh..okay.” She said before downing the remaining contents of her glass before gesturing at the bartender for another. How did she ever get here listening to a stranger’s ramblings that has lasted for what? The businesswoman then did take a deep breath before finally speaking up. “Look, you already lost me after the first three sentences. Just get straight to the point, stop wasting my time and tell me what you want.”

It was Charlie’s third shift at Dreamer’s Diner and, although she was still unsure of a few things, they were going smoothly. Shoes were still firmly on her feet until the skating thing was less dangerous for her to give a go, but she was grateful. She had a job. There would be money she could use for food and rent and savings. The hardest part would be trying not to blow it all on booze and parties, but her nights out were already becoming less.

The next big thing to tackle was actually dealing with whatever she had buried inside her from everything that she had been through. There wasn’t necessarily a huge event which had changed her, rather lots of tiny disappointments which she, probably, brought on herself. Keeping a job down would prove to her that she could actually do something right. 

As she wiped another table and made her way back to the counter, she spotted a card on the floor beside one of the booths.

“Sorry, is this yours?” she asked, picking it up and holding it out.

She needed to focus on something, anything else. She can’t keep obsessing over trying to have another baby and growing angry over herself every time the test comes back negative. She just can’t. It was really starting to negatively impact her mental health and Laurel was afraid that this could be it. That this could be the very thing that makes her go bad again. And by god, she doesn’t want that. Especially not for Finn and Felicity; especially not when all of this was stressing Finn out. Fuck, why can’t she be normal? Her husband deserves a woman who was normal and didn’t carry the same baggage she does.

The firefighter really wanted a boy. He probably wouldn’t say that out loud to Laurel. Not that it mattered anyway, they would get what they got and Finn would be happy either way. He just wanted this baby so damn bad. Finn smirked. That was such a Laurel answer, but he expected nothing else from his wife. She was just so loving, kind, and had everyone’s best interests at heart. He really lucked out. “Felicity would make such a great older sister. I can picture her now trying to play with the baby, teaching the baby all of these new things.’ He chuckled, as he his hands rested on his hips and he craned his next back to look up at her. “I love you, Otter.” He said with a tiny smile. He was hoping that this conversation had put his wife in a better mood. “And I love our family.” He said, trailing his hands down to grip her thighs. He reached to give her a gentle loving kiss on her soft lips. 

If she closed her eyes and imagined it, she saw a little boy. One with Finn’s twinkling green eyes and heart-warming smile. She could see Felicity being so careful with him, so loving and gentle. “Just so patient and calm, encouraging him and cheering him on.” She didn’t mean to use the specific pronoun- but god, it felt so right. Laurel could see it all so clearly and brightly. As if watching their future play out right before her eyes. It was perfect, really. She wants this. She wants this so, so much. She smiled warmly at her husband. “I love you,” she breathed out softly. Nose rubbing against his, her thumbs softly tracing his cheeks, she pulled him in for a kiss as her eyes fluttered shut. She sighed happily against his lips. She was feeling a lot better now. Filled with hope and excitement instead of being heartbroken and ashamed. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, fingers intertwining in his hair as she deepened the kiss. She rolled her hips slightly into him.

it was a quiet afternoon at the toadstool and garrett was sorting through some new stock that needed to be shelved. the shop had recently decided they wanted to offer a wider variety of children’s books in addition to adding a reading corner catered towards the kiddos and their parents. it had been garrett’s idea to make it an alice in wonderland themed corner, befitting the shop’s name. he’d been put in charge of selecting the reading material to put out on display there. he’d selected some new arrivals as well as some old classics including his childhood favorites like ‘goodnight moon’ and ‘winnie the pooh’. he’d just finished shelving them when he heard the ringing of a bell alerting him that a customer had entered the store. “laurel!” he called out to her from the small corner across the store. “and who did you bring with you today?” he asked, smiling at young felicity who was holding her mother’s hand. “i swear you’re taller every time is see you, kid! i almost didn’t recognize you!”

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