cinderblock garden.

… Does this mean I can’t run my bakery anymore? What just happened?

Something completely ridiculous, as far as I can tell. God, I can’t believe they can do this shit. Are you alright, sweetness?

Just trying to get as much time with my husband before he leaves again for God knows how long. What are you and Reese doing in the next few days? Want to come over for dinner?

Jeez, shouldn’t he be able to ask for more time off? Musicians take hiatuses and things; maybe not as often as they seem to sometimes, but shit. We’d love to come over for dinner, Kit. Would you want us to bring anything? 

It’s more where and how I grew up. It’s a habit–catch me pissed and I’ll most likely be swearing in more than one language.

Oh yeah. I did it when I was 10 but I’ve always had an interest in that kind of stuff. My dad was a hunter in his tribe, so he taught all us kids how to read the stars and stuff. Unlike my siblings, I have a higher interest in the science behind it all. My parents even took me to see the launching of the Atlantis back in like, 2005 or something? It was a long time ago. All I remember is being super excited to see it, everything else was pretty much a blur.

I can understand that— my parents were always insanely traditional; very strict, very keen on manners. I wouldn’t be caught dead saying anything worse than ‘heck’ in front of my parents. Another language? I can swear in French, but that’s not always the most impressive feat. 

You know what I like, Sir.

We should def look around, Sir, and see which puppers really need a home, but I like pitbulls a lot– they’re hella adorable. I’d take really good care of them, and make sure that they’re trained super duper well. I also made sure to do lots and lots of research while you were at work yesterday, and we should get a crossbreed. They deserve a lot of love and snugs, and people treat them like they’re awful. But they’re really not! They’re super duper sweet, Sir.

Speaking of things you like— would you like to kneel for me soon, my darling? I’ve been getting a bit restless and I think some time with you would sort me out.

There’s a lot of things to catch up on. Which you would know if you had texted me. George can handle the happy side of things, though. Always. I’m too old and bitter to even try. And Connor– we just got here. We’re still unpacking everything. I start my new job on Monday, then you can chide me for being a workaholic. I’ll tell you what I can about my cases. I mean, I’m still under mentorship, so they’re not really mine. Anyway. If I can get around NDAs, I’ll feed you some insider information.

You too, Wilde. It’s nice to be among familiar faces. I never would have expected this.

I promise you now that I will endeavor to be a significantly better friend— and text you significantly more often, and see you more often, for that matter. I know we’ll have to tap dance around work schedules for the latter, but I think we’ll manage it. Isn’t George like, four years older? Shouldn’t he be the bitter one? I won’t push for anything, but if someone fucks a tree, or goes ape-shit in the courtroom and starts... I don’t know— doing some Son of Sam shit and claiming a dog made him kill people, I feel like I’d want to know that. 

Smart. I always hated when coach made us do that too. But it turned me into the top bitch I am today.

They’ll just need to know nothing is acceptable until they’re keeling over and vomiting their guts out.

Oh, it sucks something fierce but it’ll keep ‘em in line. And they’ll be running like a well-oiled machine in no time. No pain, no gain. 

You’d think, but no… not this time. I’ve lost my touch apparently. That’s just unacceptable.

You could make them run ladders and do burpees until they throw up; our football coach made us do that once in high school when he was pissed and we never said shit to him, like, ever, for the rest of the year. It was a straight up Reign of Terror. 

Excuse the language–but that’s adorable as fuck. But also, that’s super corny in the cutest way possible.

I’m very much a Ravenclaw–Knowledge is my go to when I need an escape. Math and Science has been the main thing since I am starting to go to school to be a rocketeer. But I guess I’m hardworking and loyal like a Hufflepuff.

I have a mouth like a sailor, or, so my Momma’s bound to tell me, so. Use whatever language you’d like, dude, I’m not gonna rip your throat out for it. She’s my favorite person, so it made sense.

I’m so very happy for you and Reese, Sir. Finalizing a claim is honestly the most wonderful thing that could ever happen. And you should still be able to bask in it – that doesn’t go away for a very long while.

I am more than unimpressed with the cheerleading squad this year. I thought they were bad when I was the captain, but now it’s even worse. I should start making them put a quarter in a jar for every complaint they give me.

What, your presence doesn’t put enough of the fear of God into ‘em, Kit Kat? 

That’s awesome sir! I have a few little ones, mainly ones that can get away without being seen, like my Lost Boy tattoo. What’s your favorite tattoo that you have so far?

I’ve been bounced between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but I side more with the Ravenclaw than anything else.

Oh, god— it’s probably the corniest thing on the planet but I have a Reese’s Cup tattooed on the back of my arm, like, my tricep area; my girlfriend slash submissive’s name is Reese and I’m almost positive one of my buddies dared me to do it when I was drunk and when I’d sobered up I went ahead and did it anyway, because it made sense. It’s my favorite because it’s for Reese. 

Um, no? I’ve missed out on everyone’s updates, I was relying on you to keep me informed. Getting a JD with a marriage in between is hard work. Did you see how tired I was at the ceremony? I’m forever thankful I was able to get a job right after passing the bar, even if it is Florida. I’m sure I’ll get some weird cases. You always read those weird news articles– ‘Florida man fucks a tree, arrested for public indecency.’. God knows who I’ll have to deal with.

Shit, I didn’t know that! You’ve really got to communicate these things to me ahead of time, Er, you know I have attention issues. I think George got to be sunshine-y enough for the pair of you but I hope you’re not working yourself to the bone out here already. If you get a dude who needs a trial because he fucked a tree, I need to know about it. That’s journalistic gold. 

That’d be cool actually. I like reading about things I don’t know, so I appreciate that. Fair enough–most places don’t mind as long as they’re covered. I’ve got a few of my own, but for different things.

I freakin’ love Harry Potter! I have the Deathly Hallows tattooed on my collarbone!

I’ve got four Harry Potter tattoos— mostly from when I was a teenager, and now a good chunk of them are sort of surrounded by sleeves and more intricate pieces but I’ve never stopped loving them. My sweet girl can tell you I am a giant nerd— video games, pop culture, anything that you could stamp a nerd label on: I probably love. 

A little here a little there a little everywhere. You know me always having to keep busy.

How’re you doing babe-ilicious?

You’ve always been the busiest bee, that’s for sure. 

Connor fucking Wilde. Where were my texts?

They must’ve gotten lost on the airwaves, babe, I definitely sent them. You’re close enough now that we won’t have to rely on texts, though, so— maybe I can get a pass?

HOLY SHIT. Look at all these cute faces back in action in these parts. I’m super stoked about it. Madison McCarthy is the name, domming is the game for those who don’t know me. And if you do… what’s up buttercups???

Mads! Damn, ya’ll are just comin’ outta the woodwork now, aren’t ya? Where’ve you been hiding?

I think it sounds pretty awesome. I was never really into the whole King Arthur, medieval times–but I read the book, so I guess that counts for something? Wait–you have tattoos?

I’ve got loads of different books that outline a bunch of different Arthurian legends and shit, if you’re interested. And I do indeed— probably more than someone in a “professional environment” should have but they get covered up by my clothes more often than not, so I reckon I’m safe.