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Going back to real life was interesting. At his parents’ the pair of you had been in your own little bubble. Now it was back to the real world. The first day back you mainly caught up on housework before sitting down to get some writing done. That trip had given you a few ideas that you were very excited to get started. There was the small town second chance romance with the football coach (starring your favorite character from a 90s rom-com), there was the new woman in town with the town grump (starring your favorite side character from another show), and then a rockstar stranded in town because his bike broke down (starring your favorite show’s character). 

Typing away, you quickly lost track of time. You knocked out the small town second chance in one go before starting the town grump one. You’d get what you could written before rereading and editing. Then you’d slowly get them posted. Hopefully your few readers liked them. 

Hearing your phone, you glanced over to see a text from Dean. You don’t have to reply, but I thought I’d say goodnight :) It was then you noticed the time. You’d been writing for hours. 

It’s later than I thought!! I’ve been so caught up in writing I didn’t notice. And goodnight to you, too :) Sleep well. Once you hit send you finished up the paragraph you were on and closed out of the writing program. You knew you needed to get to bed. 

Maybe one day I’ll get to read your work. 

Did you want him to? While you didn’t think that he was judgemental, it was still a scary thought. Would it change how he viewed you? Chewing on your lip, you told him that you used tumblr, and your username, then locked your phone, plugged it in, and left the room. 

Dean was surprised when you replied the first time, then even more surprised when you told him where to read your writing! He had planned to tell you goodnight, crawl into bed, and get some sleep. Now he was wide awake and needed to read at least a couple things of yours. 

He scrolled a bit, intrigued about the variety of things you wrote about. You had things tagged ‘tooth rotting fluff’, ‘angst’, ‘HEA’ (he had to look that one up), ‘nsfw’ (with various tagged details), and a sprinkling of others. Opting to start light he chose one labeled ‘HEA’. Once he was comfortable he started to read. Instantly, he was hooked. 

After he had read a few things he made an account. He wanted to hype his girl up! He went back to what he read, liked them, reblogged them (with comments), and hoped that this was something that would make you happy. He also started a list of ideas for the two of you (that he planned on adding to). Before he knew it he’d read a quarter of your work. 

The next morning you sat at your computer to drink your coffee and check your tumblr. You froze with your coffee cup to your mouth when you saw Dean had not only made an account, but he reblogged a ton of stuff- with comments. You finally took a sip of your coffee as you scrolled to the first thing that he reblogged to read the comment. 

I was hooked by the second paragraph! My girl is so talented. Off to binge read instead of sleeping. 

You giggled at that, moving on to the next one. 

Uh, he was such an idiot for a bit there. How could he not see how that was bothering her? Glad he got his head out of his ass! 

“Me, too.” You agreed with a chuckle. Picturing him reading your work and getting into it like he did with your period romances was a fun picture. 

After you’d read all his comments, and reblogging with comments thanking him, you grabbed your phone to text him. Good morning. I can’t believe you read that much of my work! Thank you so much 😀 

With that, you started your day on a very very good note. You couldn’t remember the last time you started your day feeling that happy. 

You had no idea that every night before bed Dean read another one of your stories, took notes, and only sometimes reblogged and commented on them. He didn’t want to give himself away. 

When he knocked on your door that Friday evening you were surprised. As far as you knew, the two of you didn’t have plans. He’d had a busy week and he said he just wanted a relaxing night in. “Dean?” You smiled as he stood there with a bouquet that held a movie nestled in the middle. The flowers matched the coloring of the movie. “I thought you wanted to relax?” Taking the flowers, you lifted the movie. “The Greatest Showman?” 

He kissed your cheek as he stepped in. “Yeah, one of your characters said she loved it, but I had never heard of it.” He shrugged. “I looked it up and it looked fun. If you own it I can keep it at my place.” This way you didn’t have two copies hanging around. “And I never said where I want to relax.” 

“This is true.” You chuckled. “I haven’t made dinner yet, want me to make something really quick?” 

“Nope. Dinner will be here in about ten minutes. I got you Pad Thai from one place, then cheese rangoons from another.” Dean hadn’t talked to you above movie night that week because he wanted it to be a well thought out surprise date. And judging by the look on your face? He’d be doing this at least monthly. 

Your heart skipped a beat. “Why, thank you.” There was a light tint to your cheeks. “Let me go put these in some water and get us drinks.” You motioned to the kitchen before shutting the door. “I have some of your favorite beer in the fridge, or I have soda.” 

Dean got a silly smile on his face hearing that you now had his favorite beer on hand. “Beers good, sweetheart.” He told you. His eyes followed you as you moved around your kitchen. Then you stood in one spot to put the flowers carefully in the vase like they were the most precious flowers in the world. “Where do you plan to put them?” 

Looking over at him, you lifted the vase. “The coffee table for now. So we can admire them. Then after that I'll move them to the dining room table.” 

“Perfect.” 

You had the phone between your ear and shoulder as you patted Cheyenne’s back, pacing around the room you shared with her. Letting out a soft sigh, you listened to ring after ring before Dean picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey, on your way home can you pick up some baby Tylenol, and maybe a teether?”

“Is she okay? Do I need to come home?” He asked, sounding worried.

You chuckled lightly. “She’s teething, Dean. That’s all. You don’t have to leave work early.” You assured him.

Her first birthday was bittersweet. You didn’t have a party, but you did have a small cake, and presents. The older she got, the more she looked like Daryl. She smashed the cake with her small hands before cramming it into her mouth. Dean laughed, shaking his head.

“She definitely has a Winchester appetite.” Sam spoke through his laughter, you were making sure to take lots of pictures, not wanting to miss a single moment.

“Nah, she just sees how Dean shovels in food and decided to copy.” You smirked. Dean began to laugh, until he realised you had just insulted him.

“Hey!” Dean cried, reaching out quickly before hiding it behind his back.

You looked at him suspiciously. “Dean what have you got?”

“Oh nothing much, just a nice slice of revenge for momma!” Dean pulled out a handful of smashed cake from behind his back, smushing it into your startled face. You stood there for a moment, cake dropping off your face. You went to grab so food, determined to get him back.

“Momma!!” You all stopped, turning to face Cheyenne.

“What was that sweetie?” You asked softly.

“Momma!!” She squealed, pointing at your cake smeared face.

“Yes baby girl, that’s right! That’s your Momma.” Sam rushed forward, picking Cheyenne up. “Can you believe it? Her first word.”

“Told you I was gonna be her favourite.” You smiled at Dean. Joy filled you, your daughter was growing up so fast.

He didn’t care about your joking insult anymore, too happy that Cheyenne said her first word. “Just until she can say Uncle Dean.” He teased you.

“Come on, guys.” You groaned, crossing your arms. “Why? Why now?” Your eyes shot between them. “She’s nearly a year and a half. He wasn’t there last time, why would he be there now?”

Once again, they were hell bent on looking for Daryl. All because she picked up the word ‘Dada’ at the park. Sam sighed. “It’s just a day trip.” He told her. “We all pile in the car, stop for a bite to eat. You and Cheyenne can play at a local park and we’ll check the bar.”

Your eyes were begging him to stop this. “I’ve accepted that I’ll never see him again. Why can’t you?!”

“She looks just like him.” Dean said gently. “That’s gotta be rough.”

Sitting in the back with Cheyenne, you refused to speak to either of them. It was just after dinner, and you were heading home. Once again, nothing. At this point you were just angry, you knew he wouldn’t be there. The chances of him being there were insane but they had still insisted.

You looked over at Cheyenne, you wanted her to meet him, you really did. You just didn’t want her to get her hopes up later on in life. While she was this young, fine, she just knew we were going for a day out. But what about when she got older, how would you be able to explain going to search for your one night stand. You knew Sam and Dean were just trying to help, they just wanted the best for Cheyenne but it still hurt.

“We are about ten minutes away from home, okay guys?” Dean broke the silence. “You okay, girls?”

Cheyenne startled at his voice. She had started to drift off to sleep, due to the relaxing motion of the car. You would have probably drifted off too if you hadn’t of been so mad. Sam looked back at the two of you. “Look I’m sorry Y/N. We had to try. Even if just this once.”

You looked between him and Cheyenne and knew his was right. “I know Sammy, I’m sorry for being so mad. I just didn’t want to be disappointed again.”

Dean nodded. “I doubt we’ll ever stop looking. Even if it’s just me and Sam.” He admitted. “Just who we are.”

“You’ll go back to hunting one day, Dean. And then you’ll have other things to think about.” You shrugged. They had been there for you and Cheyenne, but when she was older? It wouldn’t be as hard.

“He’s lucky I don’t hunt humans.” Dean murmured. You sent him a chastising look. “You know what I mean.”

“Look if you wanna go searching for him fine, but I don’t know if I can anymore.” You looked down. “It’s just too hard.” You knew it was selfish but you couldn’t keep putting yourself through it.

“Okay sis, whatever you want.” Dean smiled at you.

The closest mall was a couple hours away, so you decided to make a family day of it. You wanted to bring her to Build-a-Bear, to get some soft serve, and maybe check the sales at the toy store. Cheyenne would be two in a month, so Sam suggested you make it her birthday ‘celebration’. You thought it was a good idea, and figured you’d buy her a special outfit just for that. It would also be a good time to get family pictures done, much to Dean’s dismay.

The four of you were walking through the mall, Cheyenne on your hip so that she wouldn’t run off and get lost. The first place you wanted to stop was a children’s clothing store, you had an idea of what you wanted for her to wear for the family pictures, you just weren’t sure they would stock them.

“Right boys, meet back in here in thirty minutes. I am gonna see what they have for this cutie. You two go amuse yourselves.” You ordered them away with a smile on your face. It would be nice for the two of them to go out and have some boy time, if only for a short while.

Going back to real life was interesting. At his parents’ the pair of you had been in your own little bubble. Now it was back to the real world. The first day back you mainly caught up on housework before sitting down to get some writing done. That trip had given you a few ideas that you were very excited to get started. There was the small town second chance romance with the football coach (starring your favorite character from a 90s rom-com), there was the new woman in town with the town grump (starring your favorite side character from another show), and then a rockstar stranded in town because his bike broke down (starring your favorite show’s character). 

Typing away, you quickly lost track of time. You knocked out the small town second chance in one go before starting the town grump one. You’d get what you could written before rereading and editing. Then you’d slowly get them posted. Hopefully your few readers liked them. 

Hearing your phone, you glanced over to see a text from Dean. You don’t have to reply, but I thought I’d say goodnight :) It was then you noticed the time. You’d been writing for hours. 

It’s later than I thought!! I’ve been so caught up in writing I didn’t notice. And goodnight to you, too :) Sleep well. Once you hit send you finished up the paragraph you were on and closed out of the writing program. You knew you needed to get to bed. 

Maybe one day I’ll get to read your work. 

Did you want him to? While you didn’t think that he was judgemental, it was still a scary thought. Would it change how he viewed you? Chewing on your lip, you told him that you used tumblr, and your username, then locked your phone, plugged it in, and left the room. 

Dean was surprised when you replied the first time, then even more surprised when you told him where to read your writing! He had planned to tell you goodnight, crawl into bed, and get some sleep. Now he was wide awake and needed to read at least a couple things of yours. 

He scrolled a bit, intrigued about the variety of things you wrote about. You had things tagged ‘tooth rotting fluff’, ‘angst’, ‘HEA’ (he had to look that one up), ‘nsfw’ (with various tagged details), and a sprinkling of others. Opting to start light he chose one labeled ‘HEA’. Once he was comfortable he started to read. Instantly, he was hooked. 

After he had read a few things he made an account. He wanted to hype his girl up! He went back to what he read, liked them, reblogged them (with comments), and hoped that this was something that would make you happy. He also started a list of ideas for the two of you (that he planned on adding to). Before he knew it he’d read a quarter of your work. 

The next morning you sat at your computer to drink your coffee and check your tumblr. You froze with your coffee cup to your mouth when you saw Dean had not only made an account, but he reblogged a ton of stuff- with comments. You finally took a sip of your coffee as you scrolled to the first thing that he reblogged to read the comment. 

I was hooked by the second paragraph! My girl is so talented. Off to binge read instead of sleeping. 

You giggled at that, moving on to the next one. 

Uh, he was such an idiot for a bit there. How could he not see how that was bothering her? Glad he got his head out of his ass! 

“Me, too.” You agreed with a chuckle. Picturing him reading your work and getting into it like he did with your period romances was a fun picture. 

After you’d read all his comments, and reblogging with comments thanking him, you grabbed your phone to text him. Good morning. I can’t believe you read that much of my work! Thank you so much 😀 

With that, you started your day on a very very good note. You couldn’t remember the last time you started your day feeling that happy. 

You had no idea that every night before bed Dean read another one of your stories, took notes, and only sometimes reblogged and commented on them. He didn’t want to give himself away. 

When he knocked on your door that Friday evening you were surprised. As far as you knew, the two of you didn’t have plans. He’d had a busy week and he said he just wanted a relaxing night in. “Dean?” You smiled as he stood there with a bouquet that held a movie nestled in the middle. The flowers matched the coloring of the movie. “I thought you wanted to relax?” Taking the flowers, you lifted the movie. “The Greatest Showman?” 

He kissed your cheek as he stepped in. “Yeah, one of your characters said she loved it, but I had never heard of it.” He shrugged. “I looked it up and it looked fun. If you own it I can keep it at my place.” This way you didn’t have two copies hanging around. “And I never said where I want to relax.” 

“This is true.” You chuckled. “I haven’t made dinner yet, want me to make something really quick?” 

“Nope. Dinner will be here in about ten minutes. I got you Pad Thai from one place, then cheese rangoons from another.” Dean hadn’t talked to you above movie night that week because he wanted it to be a well thought out surprise date. And judging by the look on your face? He’d be doing this at least monthly. 

Your heart skipped a beat. “Why, thank you.” There was a light tint to your cheeks. “Let me go put these in some water and get us drinks.” You motioned to the kitchen before shutting the door. “I have some of your favorite beer in the fridge, or I have soda.” 

Dean got a silly smile on his face hearing that you now had his favorite beer on hand. “Beers good, sweetheart.” He told you. His eyes followed you as you moved around your kitchen. Then you stood in one spot to put the flowers carefully in the vase like they were the most precious flowers in the world. “Where do you plan to put them?” 

Looking over at him, you lifted the vase. “The coffee table for now. So we can admire them. Then after that I'll move them to the dining room table.” 

“Perfect.” 

Laurel and Tommy watched Oliver walk out with Maggie, and then looked at each other. “Under different circumstances I’d say he’s doing good in the father figure department.” Tommy told her. "I'm gonna go check on Clay, though." He kissed her cheek. 

She sighed once she was alone and shook her head. She just hoped things worked out for everyone. As long as you were supported. 

Blinking, you rolled over to look at the clock. It was nearly four in the morning, so you decided to go check on the kids. You peeked in to where Maggie slept and your heart melted. Oliver was on his back, and Maggie was in his arms. The two of them made you feel warm inside. Moving towards them, you gently covered them up. 

You smiled at them once more before going to check on Clay. He was sprawled out, making you chuckle. He always had the most comfortable positions. You kissed his cheek and went to get yourself a glass of water. The quiet was nice. It gave you a moment to think about things. You'd hoped one day for a handful of kids, but that had gone out the window years ago. And this certainly wasn't how you'd hoped it would happen. You also couldn’t help but be sad that you didn’t have a husband to share the pregnancy with. You wouldn’t have someone to help name them, to feel them kicking, to help pick out baby furniture, or cut the cord. You wiped your eyes at that thought. Shaking your head, you knew you had to just accept that this was how things were. You’d be okay. You had to be. The most important people in your life depended on you.

You sat on the table and just focused on your breathing while you held your glass. “Can’t sleep?” Came Oliver’s voice, making you jump.

You held a hand on your chest before shaking your head. “Not anymore after I woke up.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d check on the kids, and get some water.” You sighed. “You seemed comfortable.” You chuckled lightly.

He smiled shyly. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep with her. One second I was checking for monsters and then I was out.” He explained. “I tried to tell her they won’t go after Arrow’s biggest fan, but she wasn’t buying it.”

You smirked. “She’s stubborn.” You agreed. “And once she attaches herself to someone, that’s it. I’m surprised she didn’t curl up with Laurel.”

“I am honored.” Oliver grinned and sat beside you. “She said she ‘loves’ Laurel, but she’s not the same as me. Whatever that means.” He chuckled. 

You hummed. “Could mean anything. Maybe you’re more squishy.” You teased. “I don’t know.” You sipped your water. 

He laughed. “I see how it is.” He shook his head. “Either way I’m glad I could be here for her. For all of you.” He said easily. He let them sit in silence, neither of you really finding it uncomfortable. 

You leaned into him after a while, closing your eyes. He shifted to put his arm around you. You hummed and nuzzled to him. “Yup. I see why Maggie likes it.” You whispered. “You’re warm.” You told him.

“Well, like Maggie, I don’t mind cuddling until you fall asleep.” He offered. “If you need it.” He said honestly. “Although, I probably won’t fall asleep. I’m wide awake now.” He chuckled.

You bit your lip. “Just laying there would be nice. If you’re comfortable.” You were kinda glad he wouldn’t fall asleep. The last thing you needed was the kids finding you asleep together. Maggie would likely get the wrong idea.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” He promised, standing. “Let’s try.” He offered his hand. You took it, setting your drink on the table. “How’re you feeling?” He asked as the two of you walked towards your room.

“A bit down.” You said honestly. “Physically just tired.” You shrugged a shoulder. “But, I need to get used to that.” You’d be napping whenever you could. You’d been really tired when you were pregnant with Maggie, mostly because you were also entertaining a four year old. Now you’d be working, and taking care of two kids.

He nodded. “Let me know when you need a work break.” He laid down first and opened his arms. 

You shyly got comfortable and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop working until I have to.” 

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your head. “Try to get some sleep. I’m sure the kids will be up and ready to play in no time.” He said softly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heart beat. It was oddly soothing, and your breathing soon evened out.

Oliver felt some panic as he knew he was catching feelings. He knew he’d have to do something to combat this, or he’d be screwed. It was only Thursday, so he’d go out to have some fun to distract himself the next night. Wasn’t like this was even possible. This was something that would never, ever happen. Even he fell for you, it couldn’t. He stayed staring at the ceiling as a thought and knew he had to distant himself just slightly. 

When your alarm went off, you rolled over to your back. Oliver was gone, but you weren’t surprised. That wasn’t something you needed to get used to. It wasn’t the time. You rushed to take a quick shower before getting the kids ready for the day. Clay needed to get to school, and Maggie needed to get to daycare. 

Laurel had begun breakfast for the kids, smiling to herself as she felt this was something she could get used to. When you came out, Maggie was in your arms, and Clay was yawning behind you. She looked up and chuckled.  “Morning. Coffee is running and this should be done in a few.” She told you. “How’d you sleep?” She hoped to start your morning off on a good note.

“Actually, not too bad. I think I was so exhausted.” You sat Maggie down. "Woke up once, but it didn't take long to get back to sleep."

“Glad to hear it.” She smiled. "What time did Oliver leave?" 

“Uh, probably 6 maybe?” You blushed. “He was gone by the time I woke up, though, so I can’t be sure. Looked like Maggie was comfy cuddling him last night.” You tapped your daughter’s nose.

“He’s the bestest cuddle person!” She announced. “And he made sure there were noooooo monsters!” She smiled up at you. 

You grinned. “He is a good person to catch monsters.” You agreed. “But he can’t be here all the time to check, remember that. Okay?” 

She pouted. “Why?” She asked, not liking that. 

“Because he doesn’t live here, stupid.” Clay yawned.

Maggie frowned at him. “I not stupid! You are!” She shot back. “And so mean!” She pouted. 

“Guys, stop.” You sighed. “Oliver doesn’t live here, and I can check under your bed for monsters. Clay, you’re sister isn’t stupid.”  

Clay rolled his eyes and laid his head on the table. 

“Why can’t he live here?” Maggie asked. “It’d be so much fun.” She looked up at you innocently. Laurel thought it was adorable, and simply plated breakfast. “He could sleep in my room! Or yours, mommy!” She grinned.

You ran a hand through her hair. “Because Oliver has his own house with his own family.” You told her. “Okay?” You told her. “He has his own life.” 

That night, Oliver smiled as he walked into the club, his eyes wandering. He eyed people as they passed him, looking for someone to catch his eye. Anything that would distract him for the night, and hopefully start him pushing down these feelings. 

He saw a flash of skin and immediately followed onto the dance floor. He smiled at her as she began to dance with him. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and shook his head as it reminded him of you. His jaw clenched for just a moment. He told himself to pull himself together and pulled the girl closer. He enjoyed how her body reacted to his. It would be a good night. 

Tommy watched from where he was standing at the bar, sipping on something. He was leaning on his elbow, letting out a sigh. He was glad that he didn’t think you were into Oliver with how his friend was acting. He really hoped your feelings stayed that way. He didn’t want you more hurt than you already were. Downing the last of his drink, he set his glass down and went to mingle. 

Oliver woke the next morning, hugging the person he was holding. Half asleep, he groaned. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at the brunette in his arms. Hearing his phone, he reached over and grabbed it. It was a text from Laurel. 

We’re all going to the county fair. You want in? We leave in an hour. 

He tapped his chest. He could make it. Yeah, okay. I’ll go. He replied quickly. 

You had caved when Laurel mentioned the fair, and both kids begged to go. Neither of them had ever been before, and you knew that wasn’t fair. She didn’t mention that she’d invited Oliver, however. So, the moment Maggie saw him, she squealed and ran to him. “Oliver! Oliver!” She lifted her arms and nearly launched herself into his hold. He chuckled and lifted her, swallowing. “I didn’t know you were coming.” She said excitedly.

“Surprise.” Oliver hugged her and smiled over at you. You smiled back and he looked back to Maggie. “Excited for the rides?” He asked.

“Yes!” She cheered. “And cottonandy.” She combined the words. “It’s yummy!” She smiled.

“Then we gotta get the princess some cotton candy.” He grinned.

Walking in your apartment after your shift, you felt dead on your feet. You had worked both jobs that day. It was just after 11 and you had to be into work at 7 the next morning. “Hey, babes!” Your room mate (and best friend) glanced at you. “You got a package today. I put it on your bed.” 

“Thanks.” You dropped your bag before slipping off your sneakers. “I work tomorrow morning, but I’ll be home for dinner. Will you?” 

“No, I go in at noon tomorrow, then I’m sleeping over Hux’s.” Kat had been dating Hux for just over six months and you loved them together. You’d been floored when you were told she was dating a man whose name sounded like he came from money. The two of you did not come into contact with men like that! However, he did not. Huxley Lawson the third was a middle class guy whose parents had big dreams for him. “Why?” 

“Wanted to know what to plan to make for dinner. Since it’ll just be me I know I can go simple.” In other words: sparse and cheap. 

Kat chuckled and shook her head. “Just include protein!” She called after you as you made your way to your room, grinning as she heard you laugh. It was a running joke that she was the ‘dad’ of the apartment. Her father had visited once and you knew where she got the ‘protein’ from. You’d made the two of you pasta with butter and seasoning. He’d stared at your bowl and asked where the protein was. You’d told him ‘at the store’ jokingly. 

Once in your room, you were curious who could have sent you something. There was no return address, but it was from someone local from what you could tell from the markings from the post office. Ripping it open you saw your wallet. “Thank God!” You breathed. You’d lost it the week before and had been hoping it would turn up so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of dealing with everything. Opening it, you gasped. There was over a grand in it. That had not been there before. You set that aside and lifted the folded note that had been under it. 

Found your wallet. Don’t look for more work, you have me. Expect more. 

-B

P.S. I hope I picked a good replacement for your old wallet. It had clearly seen better days!

“What. The. Fuck?” You set it aside and pulled out a new pink sparkly wallet. It was still in its plastic and everything. There was nothing else in the box. No clues to who the hell this man was. Putting everything back in the box, you just stared at it as you chewed on your lower lip. On the one hand: you needed the money, but getting another job would have worn you down even further. On the other: some strange man gave you a ton of money and wanted to what? Be your anonymous sugar daddy??? 

Bucky stood across the street from your building and told himself you’d be out of that shithole soon. When he saw you step out, he stood up straight. You were a burst of color in a sea of browns, greys, and blacks. You were talking to who he assumed was your roommate animatedly. In your hand was that new pink sparkly wallet he had bought you. Grinning, he let you get a few feet before crossing the street to trail you. 

Now, despite his ‘career’, stalking hadn’t ever been his thing. He got around that by telling himself this wasn’t stalking. It was protection. You were an angel that needed to be kept safe. He was the one to do that. Steve and Sam were checking out your jobs to see how safe they were at the moment. 

“I’m so excited!” You squealed. “Her music is so much fun.” He knew which concert you were talking about, too. He’d been seeing advertisements everywhere for it. Some local pop singer that was blowing up lately.

“Thank your mystery man.” Your best friend giggled. “We couldn’t have afforded these tickets without him.” When you’d told her what was in that package she had stared at you for a good minute or two before telling you that it was weird, but it wasn’t like you could give the money back. So, you’d spent $150 on these two tickets, stocked your kitchen with $500 worth of groceries, put some aside for emergencies, and then you had $200 for this night out. “Wonder if he’s hot.” She mused, making Bucky smirk. The two of you were in heels so catching up to you had been easy. 

You snorted at that. “You’ve been reading romance books again, haven’t you?” You nudged her lightly. “No prince, mafia don, cowboy, rock star, or professional athlete is going to turn up, declare me as his and then whisk me away so I can quit one of my jobs.” 

Oh, if you only knew. He thought to himself. 

“Oh, you read them, too. Don’t act all innocent.” Your best friend countered. Now he wondered what books you were reading. 

When you glanced at her he saw you were blushing. Ohhhh those kinds of books. Finally, the two of you were crossing the street and he was off to buy tickets to that concert. And look into romance books.

Walking in your apartment after your shift, you felt dead on your feet. You had worked both jobs that day. It was just after 11 and you had to be into work at 7 the next morning. “Hey, babes!” Your room mate (and best friend) glanced at you. “You got a package today. I put it on your bed.” 

“Thanks.” You dropped your bag before slipping off your sneakers. “I work tomorrow morning, but I’ll be home for dinner. Will you?” 

“No, I go in at noon tomorrow, then I’m sleeping over Hux’s.” Kat had been dating Hux for just over six months and you loved them together. You’d been floored when you were told she was dating a man whose name sounded like he came from money. The two of you did not come into contact with men like that! However, he did not. Huxley Lawson the third was a middle class guy whose parents had big dreams for him. “Why?” 

“Wanted to know what to plan to make for dinner. Since it’ll just be me I know I can go simple.” In other words: sparse and cheap. 

Kat chuckled and shook her head. “Just include protein!” She called after you as you made your way to your room, grinning as she heard you laugh. It was a running joke that she was the ‘dad’ of the apartment. Her father had visited once and you knew where she got the ‘protein’ from. You’d made the two of you pasta with butter and seasoning. He’d stared at your bowl and asked where the protein was. You’d told him ‘at the store’ jokingly. 

Once in your room, you were curious who could have sent you something. There was no return address, but it was from someone local from what you could tell from the markings from the post office. Ripping it open you saw your wallet. “Thank God!” You breathed. You’d lost it the week before and had been hoping it would turn up so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of dealing with everything. Opening it, you gasped. There was over a grand in it. That had not been there before. You set that aside and lifted the folded note that had been under it. 

Found your wallet. Don’t look for more work, you have me. Expect more. 

-B

P.S. I hope I picked a good replacement for your old wallet. It had clearly seen better days!

“What. The. Fuck?” You set it aside and pulled out a new pink sparkly wallet. It was still in its plastic and everything. There was nothing else in the box. No clues to who the hell this man was. Putting everything back in the box, you just stared at it as you chewed on your lower lip. On the one hand: you needed the money, but getting another job would have worn you down even further. On the other: some strange man gave you a ton of money and wanted to what? Be your anonymous sugar daddy??? 

Bucky stood across the street from your building and told himself you’d be out of that shithole soon. When he saw you step out, he stood up straight. You were a burst of color in a sea of browns, greys, and blacks. You were talking to who he assumed was your roommate animatedly. In your hand was that new pink sparkly wallet he had bought you. Grinning, he let you get a few feet before crossing the street to trail you. 

Now, despite his ‘career’, stalking hadn’t ever been his thing. He got around that by telling himself this wasn’t stalking. It was protection. You were an angel that needed to be kept safe. He was the one to do that. Steve and Sam were checking out your jobs to see how safe they were at the moment. 

“I’m so excited!” You squealed. “Her music is so much fun.” He knew which concert you were talking about, too. He’d been seeing advertisements everywhere for it. Some local pop singer that was blowing up lately.

“Thank your mystery man.” Your best friend giggled. “We couldn’t have afforded these tickets without him.” When you’d told her what was in that package she had stared at you for a good minute or two before telling you that it was weird, but it wasn’t like you could give the money back. So, you’d spent $150 on these two tickets, stocked your kitchen with $500 worth of groceries, put some aside for emergencies, and then you had $200 for this night out. “Wonder if he’s hot.” She mused, making Bucky smirk. The two of you were in heels so catching up to you had been easy. 

You snorted at that. “You’ve been reading romance books again, haven’t you?” You nudged her lightly. “No prince, mafia don, cowboy, rock star, or professional athlete is going to turn up, declare me as his and then whisk me away so I can quit one of my jobs.” 

Oh, if you only knew. He thought to himself. 

“Oh, you read them, too. Don’t act all innocent.” Your best friend countered. Now he wondered what books you were reading. 

When you glanced at her he saw you were blushing. Ohhhh those kinds of books. Finally, the two of you were crossing the street and he was off to buy tickets to that concert. And look into romance books.

🍀@ornateglass

⁀જ➣the only exeeption

🍀@saltyjoy

⁀જ➣Stupidly Lovesick

🍀@salty-tang

⁀જ➣Hot Mic Problems

🍀@barnesdarling

⁀જ➣his to cherish

🍀@espinosaurusrexex

⁀જ➣Hopelessly Devoted

🍀@hevvxx2

⁀જ➣Missing You Lots

🍀@spideystarkss

⁀જ➣spideystarkss

🍀@lives-in-midgard

⁀જ➣Locked Feelings

🍀@magicaloneandmystery

⁀જ➣whipped

🍀@unificsation

⁀જ➣can i?

🍀@latehourletters

⁀જ➣i only have eyes, for you

🍀@bcksbarnes

⁀જ➣flowers in hand

🍀@witchywithwhiskey

⁀જ➣safe and sound

🍀@dontpulltohardman

⁀જ➣Uninvited Commentary

🍀@daxisyzz

⁀જ➣One dance

🍀@sjsmith56

⁀જ➣Which Bucky Am I Writing Today?

🍀@witchslove

⁀જ➣Study Sessions

🍀@hauntedhowlett-writes

⁀જ➣we'll be alright

🍀@buckytakethewheel

⁀જ➣it's been a long, long time

🍀@thevillainswhore

⁀જ➣Loverboy

🍀@yuta-nakamots

⁀જ➣Candy

🍀@westviewsoldest

⁀જ➣Wedding Planning Fights

🍀@hannibals-favourite-meal

⁀જ➣Every MILF Needs Their DILF

🍀@kayotical

⁀જ➣The First Night

🍀@sheriff-bodecker

⁀જ➣extra extra

🍀@wwinterwitch

⁀જ➣friendly introductions

🍀@reigningqueenofwords

⁀જ➣Bring Your Dad to School Day

🍀@brunchable

⁀જ➣Rough day, baby?

🍀@goldenbrowns

⁀જ➣BUCKY BARNES THOUGHT

🍀@venusheartsyou2

⁀જ➣me and my husband

🍀@daydreamgoddess14

⁀જ➣For Your Consideration

🍀@peterparkive

⁀જ➣carefully, with love

🍀@barnesdreamcatcher

⁀જ➣you knew the price goin’ in

🍀@herejustforbuckybarnes

⁀જ➣Santa kissed mommy!

🍀@hecatelokasenna

⁀જ➣messy

🍀@helaintoloki

⁀જ➣Winter Flower

🍀@slutdier

⁀જ➣best frinds don't knot

🍀@brnssldr

⁀જ➣MY GIRLFRIEND IS A WITCH

🍀@stanmarvelous

⁀જ➣Gold Standard

🍀@lunexiax

⁀જ➣crybaby

🍀@buckyscaptain

⁀જ➣PER NOCTUM AD ASTRA

🍀@watermelongirl01

⁀જ➣Gentleman

🍀@dolcesaints

⁀જ➣rescue mission

🍀@nonotwithoutu

⁀જ➣sweet as honey

🍀@metal-armed-muse

⁀જ➣LESSONS IN LOVE

🍀@itskhali

⁀જ➣Outgrown

🍀@aureateink

⁀જ➣Run, Rabbit, Run

🍀@honeysucklewatr

⁀જ➣loathe isn’t strong enough

🍀@godmadeaterribleerror

⁀જ➣Along the Line

<part II | library | part IV>

dividers by @/honeyluvsw

Walking in your apartment after your shift, you felt dead on your feet. You had worked both jobs that day. It was just after 11 and you had to be into work at 7 the next morning. “Hey, babes!” Your room mate (and best friend) glanced at you. “You got a package today. I put it on your bed.” 

“Thanks.” You dropped your bag before slipping off your sneakers. “I work tomorrow morning, but I’ll be home for dinner. Will you?” 

“No, I go in at noon tomorrow, then I’m sleeping over Hux’s.” Kat had been dating Hux for just over six months and you loved them together. You’d been floored when you were told she was dating a man whose name sounded like he came from money. The two of you did not come into contact with men like that! However, he did not. Huxley Lawson the third was a middle class guy whose parents had big dreams for him. “Why?” 

“Wanted to know what to plan to make for dinner. Since it’ll just be me I know I can go simple.” In other words: sparse and cheap. 

Kat chuckled and shook her head. “Just include protein!” She called after you as you made your way to your room, grinning as she heard you laugh. It was a running joke that she was the ‘dad’ of the apartment. Her father had visited once and you knew where she got the ‘protein’ from. You’d made the two of you pasta with butter and seasoning. He’d stared at your bowl and asked where the protein was. You’d told him ‘at the store’ jokingly. 

Once in your room, you were curious who could have sent you something. There was no return address, but it was from someone local from what you could tell from the markings from the post office. Ripping it open you saw your wallet. “Thank God!” You breathed. You’d lost it the week before and had been hoping it would turn up so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of dealing with everything. Opening it, you gasped. There was over a grand in it. That had not been there before. You set that aside and lifted the folded note that had been under it. 

Found your wallet. Don’t look for more work, you have me. Expect more. 

-B

P.S. I hope I picked a good replacement for your old wallet. It had clearly seen better days!

“What. The. Fuck?” You set it aside and pulled out a new pink sparkly wallet. It was still in its plastic and everything. There was nothing else in the box. No clues to who the hell this man was. Putting everything back in the box, you just stared at it as you chewed on your lower lip. On the one hand: you needed the money, but getting another job would have worn you down even further. On the other: some strange man gave you a ton of money and wanted to what? Be your anonymous sugar daddy??? 

Bucky stood across the street from your building and told himself you’d be out of that shithole soon. When he saw you step out, he stood up straight. You were a burst of color in a sea of browns, greys, and blacks. You were talking to who he assumed was your roommate animatedly. In your hand was that new pink sparkly wallet he had bought you. Grinning, he let you get a few feet before crossing the street to trail you. 

Now, despite his ‘career’, stalking hadn’t ever been his thing. He got around that by telling himself this wasn’t stalking. It was protection. You were an angel that needed to be kept safe. He was the one to do that. Steve and Sam were checking out your jobs to see how safe they were at the moment. 

“I’m so excited!” You squealed. “Her music is so much fun.” He knew which concert you were talking about, too. He’d been seeing advertisements everywhere for it. Some local pop singer that was blowing up lately.

“Thank your mystery man.” Your best friend giggled. “We couldn’t have afforded these tickets without him.” When you’d told her what was in that package she had stared at you for a good minute or two before telling you that it was weird, but it wasn’t like you could give the money back. So, you’d spent $150 on these two tickets, stocked your kitchen with $500 worth of groceries, put some aside for emergencies, and then you had $200 for this night out. “Wonder if he’s hot.” She mused, making Bucky smirk. The two of you were in heels so catching up to you had been easy. 

You snorted at that. “You’ve been reading romance books again, haven’t you?” You nudged her lightly. “No prince, mafia don, cowboy, rock star, or professional athlete is going to turn up, declare me as his and then whisk me away so I can quit one of my jobs.” 

Oh, if you only knew. He thought to himself. 

“Oh, you read them, too. Don’t act all innocent.” Your best friend countered. Now he wondered what books you were reading. 

When you glanced at her he saw you were blushing. Ohhhh those kinds of books. Finally, the two of you were crossing the street and he was off to buy tickets to that concert. And look into romance books.

Laurel and Tommy watched Oliver walk out with Maggie, and then looked at each other. “Under different circumstances I’d say he’s doing good in the father figure department.” Tommy told her. "I'm gonna go check on Clay, though." He kissed her cheek. 

She sighed once she was alone and shook her head. She just hoped things worked out for everyone. As long as you were supported. 

Blinking, you rolled over to look at the clock. It was nearly four in the morning, so you decided to go check on the kids. You peeked in to where Maggie slept and your heart melted. Oliver was on his back, and Maggie was in his arms. The two of them made you feel warm inside. Moving towards them, you gently covered them up. 

You smiled at them once more before going to check on Clay. He was sprawled out, making you chuckle. He always had the most comfortable positions. You kissed his cheek and went to get yourself a glass of water. The quiet was nice. It gave you a moment to think about things. You'd hoped one day for a handful of kids, but that had gone out the window years ago. And this certainly wasn't how you'd hoped it would happen. You also couldn’t help but be sad that you didn’t have a husband to share the pregnancy with. You wouldn’t have someone to help name them, to feel them kicking, to help pick out baby furniture, or cut the cord. You wiped your eyes at that thought. Shaking your head, you knew you had to just accept that this was how things were. You’d be okay. You had to be. The most important people in your life depended on you.

You sat on the table and just focused on your breathing while you held your glass. “Can’t sleep?” Came Oliver’s voice, making you jump.

You held a hand on your chest before shaking your head. “Not anymore after I woke up.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d check on the kids, and get some water.” You sighed. “You seemed comfortable.” You chuckled lightly.

He smiled shyly. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep with her. One second I was checking for monsters and then I was out.” He explained. “I tried to tell her they won’t go after Arrow’s biggest fan, but she wasn’t buying it.”

You smirked. “She’s stubborn.” You agreed. “And once she attaches herself to someone, that’s it. I’m surprised she didn’t curl up with Laurel.”

“I am honored.” Oliver grinned and sat beside you. “She said she ‘loves’ Laurel, but she’s not the same as me. Whatever that means.” He chuckled. 

You hummed. “Could mean anything. Maybe you’re more squishy.” You teased. “I don’t know.” You sipped your water. 

He laughed. “I see how it is.” He shook his head. “Either way I’m glad I could be here for her. For all of you.” He said easily. He let them sit in silence, neither of you really finding it uncomfortable. 

You leaned into him after a while, closing your eyes. He shifted to put his arm around you. You hummed and nuzzled to him. “Yup. I see why Maggie likes it.” You whispered. “You’re warm.” You told him.

“Well, like Maggie, I don’t mind cuddling until you fall asleep.” He offered. “If you need it.” He said honestly. “Although, I probably won’t fall asleep. I’m wide awake now.” He chuckled.

You bit your lip. “Just laying there would be nice. If you’re comfortable.” You were kinda glad he wouldn’t fall asleep. The last thing you needed was the kids finding you asleep together. Maggie would likely get the wrong idea.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” He promised, standing. “Let’s try.” He offered his hand. You took it, setting your drink on the table. “How’re you feeling?” He asked as the two of you walked towards your room.

“A bit down.” You said honestly. “Physically just tired.” You shrugged a shoulder. “But, I need to get used to that.” You’d be napping whenever you could. You’d been really tired when you were pregnant with Maggie, mostly because you were also entertaining a four year old. Now you’d be working, and taking care of two kids.

He nodded. “Let me know when you need a work break.” He laid down first and opened his arms. 

You shyly got comfortable and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop working until I have to.” 

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your head. “Try to get some sleep. I’m sure the kids will be up and ready to play in no time.” He said softly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heart beat. It was oddly soothing, and your breathing soon evened out.

Oliver felt some panic as he knew he was catching feelings. He knew he’d have to do something to combat this, or he’d be screwed. It was only Thursday, so he’d go out to have some fun to distract himself the next night. Wasn’t like this was even possible. This was something that would never, ever happen. Even he fell for you, it couldn’t. He stayed staring at the ceiling as a thought and knew he had to distant himself just slightly. 

When your alarm went off, you rolled over to your back. Oliver was gone, but you weren’t surprised. That wasn’t something you needed to get used to. It wasn’t the time. You rushed to take a quick shower before getting the kids ready for the day. Clay needed to get to school, and Maggie needed to get to daycare. 

Laurel had begun breakfast for the kids, smiling to herself as she felt this was something she could get used to. When you came out, Maggie was in your arms, and Clay was yawning behind you. She looked up and chuckled.  “Morning. Coffee is running and this should be done in a few.” She told you. “How’d you sleep?” She hoped to start your morning off on a good note.

“Actually, not too bad. I think I was so exhausted.” You sat Maggie down. "Woke up once, but it didn't take long to get back to sleep."

“Glad to hear it.” She smiled. "What time did Oliver leave?" 

“Uh, probably 6 maybe?” You blushed. “He was gone by the time I woke up, though, so I can’t be sure. Looked like Maggie was comfy cuddling him last night.” You tapped your daughter’s nose.

“He’s the bestest cuddle person!” She announced. “And he made sure there were noooooo monsters!” She smiled up at you. 

You grinned. “He is a good person to catch monsters.” You agreed. “But he can’t be here all the time to check, remember that. Okay?” 

She pouted. “Why?” She asked, not liking that. 

“Because he doesn’t live here, stupid.” Clay yawned.

Maggie frowned at him. “I not stupid! You are!” She shot back. “And so mean!” She pouted. 

“Guys, stop.” You sighed. “Oliver doesn’t live here, and I can check under your bed for monsters. Clay, you’re sister isn’t stupid.”  

Clay rolled his eyes and laid his head on the table. 

“Why can’t he live here?” Maggie asked. “It’d be so much fun.” She looked up at you innocently. Laurel thought it was adorable, and simply plated breakfast. “He could sleep in my room! Or yours, mommy!” She grinned.

You ran a hand through her hair. “Because Oliver has his own house with his own family.” You told her. “Okay?” You told her. “He has his own life.” 

That night, Oliver smiled as he walked into the club, his eyes wandering. He eyed people as they passed him, looking for someone to catch his eye. Anything that would distract him for the night, and hopefully start him pushing down these feelings. 

He saw a flash of skin and immediately followed onto the dance floor. He smiled at her as she began to dance with him. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and shook his head as it reminded him of you. His jaw clenched for just a moment. He told himself to pull himself together and pulled the girl closer. He enjoyed how her body reacted to his. It would be a good night. 

Tommy watched from where he was standing at the bar, sipping on something. He was leaning on his elbow, letting out a sigh. He was glad that he didn’t think you were into Oliver with how his friend was acting. He really hoped your feelings stayed that way. He didn’t want you more hurt than you already were. Downing the last of his drink, he set his glass down and went to mingle. 

Oliver woke the next morning, hugging the person he was holding. Half asleep, he groaned. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at the brunette in his arms. Hearing his phone, he reached over and grabbed it. It was a text from Laurel. 

We’re all going to the county fair. You want in? We leave in an hour. 

He tapped his chest. He could make it. Yeah, okay. I’ll go. He replied quickly. 

You had caved when Laurel mentioned the fair, and both kids begged to go. Neither of them had ever been before, and you knew that wasn’t fair. She didn’t mention that she’d invited Oliver, however. So, the moment Maggie saw him, she squealed and ran to him. “Oliver! Oliver!” She lifted her arms and nearly launched herself into his hold. He chuckled and lifted her, swallowing. “I didn’t know you were coming.” She said excitedly.

“Surprise.” Oliver hugged her and smiled over at you. You smiled back and he looked back to Maggie. “Excited for the rides?” He asked.

“Yes!” She cheered. “And cottonandy.” She combined the words. “It’s yummy!” She smiled.

“Then we gotta get the princess some cotton candy.” He grinned.

Laurel and Tommy watched Oliver walk out with Maggie, and then looked at each other. “Under different circumstances I’d say he’s doing good in the father figure department.” Tommy told her. "I'm gonna go check on Clay, though." He kissed her cheek. 

She sighed once she was alone and shook her head. She just hoped things worked out for everyone. As long as you were supported. 

Blinking, you rolled over to look at the clock. It was nearly four in the morning, so you decided to go check on the kids. You peeked in to where Maggie slept and your heart melted. Oliver was on his back, and Maggie was in his arms. The two of them made you feel warm inside. Moving towards them, you gently covered them up. 

You smiled at them once more before going to check on Clay. He was sprawled out, making you chuckle. He always had the most comfortable positions. You kissed his cheek and went to get yourself a glass of water. The quiet was nice. It gave you a moment to think about things. You'd hoped one day for a handful of kids, but that had gone out the window years ago. And this certainly wasn't how you'd hoped it would happen. You also couldn’t help but be sad that you didn’t have a husband to share the pregnancy with. You wouldn’t have someone to help name them, to feel them kicking, to help pick out baby furniture, or cut the cord. You wiped your eyes at that thought. Shaking your head, you knew you had to just accept that this was how things were. You’d be okay. You had to be. The most important people in your life depended on you.

You sat on the table and just focused on your breathing while you held your glass. “Can’t sleep?” Came Oliver’s voice, making you jump.

You held a hand on your chest before shaking your head. “Not anymore after I woke up.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d check on the kids, and get some water.” You sighed. “You seemed comfortable.” You chuckled lightly.

He smiled shyly. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep with her. One second I was checking for monsters and then I was out.” He explained. “I tried to tell her they won’t go after Arrow’s biggest fan, but she wasn’t buying it.”

You smirked. “She’s stubborn.” You agreed. “And once she attaches herself to someone, that’s it. I’m surprised she didn’t curl up with Laurel.”

“I am honored.” Oliver grinned and sat beside you. “She said she ‘loves’ Laurel, but she’s not the same as me. Whatever that means.” He chuckled. 

You hummed. “Could mean anything. Maybe you’re more squishy.” You teased. “I don’t know.” You sipped your water. 

He laughed. “I see how it is.” He shook his head. “Either way I’m glad I could be here for her. For all of you.” He said easily. He let them sit in silence, neither of you really finding it uncomfortable. 

You leaned into him after a while, closing your eyes. He shifted to put his arm around you. You hummed and nuzzled to him. “Yup. I see why Maggie likes it.” You whispered. “You’re warm.” You told him.

“Well, like Maggie, I don’t mind cuddling until you fall asleep.” He offered. “If you need it.” He said honestly. “Although, I probably won’t fall asleep. I’m wide awake now.” He chuckled.

You bit your lip. “Just laying there would be nice. If you’re comfortable.” You were kinda glad he wouldn’t fall asleep. The last thing you needed was the kids finding you asleep together. Maggie would likely get the wrong idea.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” He promised, standing. “Let’s try.” He offered his hand. You took it, setting your drink on the table. “How’re you feeling?” He asked as the two of you walked towards your room.

“A bit down.” You said honestly. “Physically just tired.” You shrugged a shoulder. “But, I need to get used to that.” You’d be napping whenever you could. You’d been really tired when you were pregnant with Maggie, mostly because you were also entertaining a four year old. Now you’d be working, and taking care of two kids.

He nodded. “Let me know when you need a work break.” He laid down first and opened his arms. 

You shyly got comfortable and shook your head. “I don’t want to stop working until I have to.” 

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed your head. “Try to get some sleep. I’m sure the kids will be up and ready to play in no time.” He said softly.

You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heart beat. It was oddly soothing, and your breathing soon evened out.

Oliver felt some panic as he knew he was catching feelings. He knew he’d have to do something to combat this, or he’d be screwed. It was only Thursday, so he’d go out to have some fun to distract himself the next night. Wasn’t like this was even possible. This was something that would never, ever happen. Even he fell for you, it couldn’t. He stayed staring at the ceiling as a thought and knew he had to distant himself just slightly. 

When your alarm went off, you rolled over to your back. Oliver was gone, but you weren’t surprised. That wasn’t something you needed to get used to. It wasn’t the time. You rushed to take a quick shower before getting the kids ready for the day. Clay needed to get to school, and Maggie needed to get to daycare. 

Laurel had begun breakfast for the kids, smiling to herself as she felt this was something she could get used to. When you came out, Maggie was in your arms, and Clay was yawning behind you. She looked up and chuckled.  “Morning. Coffee is running and this should be done in a few.” She told you. “How’d you sleep?” She hoped to start your morning off on a good note.

“Actually, not too bad. I think I was so exhausted.” You sat Maggie down. "Woke up once, but it didn't take long to get back to sleep."

“Glad to hear it.” She smiled. "What time did Oliver leave?" 

“Uh, probably 6 maybe?” You blushed. “He was gone by the time I woke up, though, so I can’t be sure. Looked like Maggie was comfy cuddling him last night.” You tapped your daughter’s nose.

“He’s the bestest cuddle person!” She announced. “And he made sure there were noooooo monsters!” She smiled up at you. 

You grinned. “He is a good person to catch monsters.” You agreed. “But he can’t be here all the time to check, remember that. Okay?” 

She pouted. “Why?” She asked, not liking that. 

“Because he doesn’t live here, stupid.” Clay yawned.

Maggie frowned at him. “I not stupid! You are!” She shot back. “And so mean!” She pouted. 

“Guys, stop.” You sighed. “Oliver doesn’t live here, and I can check under your bed for monsters. Clay, you’re sister isn’t stupid.”  

Clay rolled his eyes and laid his head on the table. 

“Why can’t he live here?” Maggie asked. “It’d be so much fun.” She looked up at you innocently. Laurel thought it was adorable, and simply plated breakfast. “He could sleep in my room! Or yours, mommy!” She grinned.

You ran a hand through her hair. “Because Oliver has his own house with his own family.” You told her. “Okay?” You told her. “He has his own life.” 

That night, Oliver smiled as he walked into the club, his eyes wandering. He eyed people as they passed him, looking for someone to catch his eye. Anything that would distract him for the night, and hopefully start him pushing down these feelings. 

He saw a flash of skin and immediately followed onto the dance floor. He smiled at her as she began to dance with him. He inhaled the scent of her shampoo and shook his head as it reminded him of you. His jaw clenched for just a moment. He told himself to pull himself together and pulled the girl closer. He enjoyed how her body reacted to his. It would be a good night. 

Tommy watched from where he was standing at the bar, sipping on something. He was leaning on his elbow, letting out a sigh. He was glad that he didn’t think you were into Oliver with how his friend was acting. He really hoped your feelings stayed that way. He didn’t want you more hurt than you already were. Downing the last of his drink, he set his glass down and went to mingle. 

Oliver woke the next morning, hugging the person he was holding. Half asleep, he groaned. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at the brunette in his arms. Hearing his phone, he reached over and grabbed it. It was a text from Laurel. 

We’re all going to the county fair. You want in? We leave in an hour. 

He tapped his chest. He could make it. Yeah, okay. I’ll go. He replied quickly. 

You had caved when Laurel mentioned the fair, and both kids begged to go. Neither of them had ever been before, and you knew that wasn’t fair. She didn’t mention that she’d invited Oliver, however. So, the moment Maggie saw him, she squealed and ran to him. “Oliver! Oliver!” She lifted her arms and nearly launched herself into his hold. He chuckled and lifted her, swallowing. “I didn’t know you were coming.” She said excitedly.

“Surprise.” Oliver hugged her and smiled over at you. You smiled back and he looked back to Maggie. “Excited for the rides?” He asked.

“Yes!” She cheered. “And cottonandy.” She combined the words. “It’s yummy!” She smiled.

“Then we gotta get the princess some cotton candy.” He grinned.