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as sophia sinks down to the ground too, he grabs her hand with his free one, nodding and giving it a gentle squeeze, “super real. promise.” and of course it’s a tiffany’s box- he would never consider anything less for soph. murphy smiles, lifting her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles, “soph… you are the best. the coolest person, the funniest, the prettiest, the milfiest, and i’m so frickin’ lucky to get to be with you and to have the most amazing kid with you. you’re like my best friend and my girlfriend all at once- it’s sick! we’ve been through a lot together and i mess things up all the time and you still stick with me. you make everyday so, so dope… and i’m gonna admit, i just forgot like half the things i was gonna say because you just- fuck, i just love you so much. so, yeah, will you marry me?” 

“ok  so  we’re  gonna  be  calling  your  bank,  like  asap.”  the  ever  fiscally  minded  edward  announced,  making  a  mental  note  to  check  his  own  banking  app  as  soon  as  he  could  figure  out  where  his  phone  was.  “we’d  probably  have  to  find  your  fiancé  if  i  was  gonna  tell  him  anyways,  considering  that  i’m  on  his  side  of  the  bed.  anyway  secrets  safe  with  me  if  you  want  to  pinky  promise  on  it,  and  like  maybe  we  could  also  not  mention  to  raph  that  i  remember  like  none  of   last  night,  or  that  i’m  like  old  man  hungover.”  of  course  edward  knew  murphys  side  of  the  bed,  what,  like  grown  men  can’t  have  sleepovers  ?

edward's  eyes  rolled  at  her  protest.  sitting  up  in  the  bed  and  stretching  out  his  aching  muscles  as  he  allowed  sophia  to  have  her  hand  back.  “can  you  be  chill  for  like  one  second  ?”  he  pauses,  looking  over  at  her  trying  to  decide  on  the  best  way  to  mention  the  missing  diamond,  “do  you  like,  usually  take  your  ring  of  to  sleep  ?  or  —   ?”

    one  should  instantly  panic  upon  realising  that  their  engagement  ring  is  no  longer  on  their  finger,  however  sophia’s  reaction  is  different.  it  could  be  because  she’s  already  panicking  about  the  missing  twenty-grand  from  her  bank  account  or  perhaps  it’s  because  she  doesn’t  remember  what  on  earth  she  got  up  to  last  night.  nevertheless,  the  horror  that  comes  from  losing  an  important  ring  hasn’t  hit  her  yet.  “ ed,  there  is  definitely  supposed  to  be  a  ring  on  that  finger.  i  haven’t  taken  it  off  once…  y'know  what,  i’m  sure  it’s  fine.  i  probably  left  it  near  the  sink  or  something. ”

“raph  —  ?”  edward  murmured  out,  feeling  the  sharp  pain  of  a  jab  to  his  side.  it  only  took  a  split  second  between  when  the  name  left  his  lips  and  when  he  realized  no  —  that  was  decidedly  not  raph  and  this  was  decidedly  not  their  bed.  he  forced  himself  to  pry  open  one  of  his  still  half  asleep  eyes,  wincing  as  the  soft  light  of  the  bedroom  hit  his  retina.  “soph.”  he  confirmed,  slow  on  the  uptake.  edward  was  out  of  practice  when  it  came  to  waking  up  places  that  he  shouldn’t  have,  and  judging  by  the  aching  in  his  body  more  hungover  than  he  had  been  in  recent  memory  (  sue  him,  he  was  in  his  thirties  now  after  all  ).  

glancing  at  the  slightly  too  on  the  nose  blue  stamp  on  the  back  of  her  hand  he  swiped  his  eyes  over  to  the  back  of  his  own,  sure  enough  marked  with  a  slightly  more  smudged  version  of  the  same  mark  paired  with  nearly  illegible  handwriting  that  said  sophia  business  partner  plan  with  several  dollar  signs  next  to  it.  “i  guess  we  were  like  uh,  celebrating  or  something  ?  i  don’t  really  remember,  was  there  something  about  buying  a  cow  ?  or  like  a  goat  or  something  ?  wait  —  can  i  see  your  hand  again  ?”  his  hand  darted  over,  tugging  her  wrist  before  she  could  protest,  brows  furrowing.  “uh  — you  and  murph  didn’t  get  in  like,  a  fight  i  don’t  know  about  or  anything  right  ?”

    the  mention  of  a  cow  triggers  a  memory  for  a  split  second,  pure  panic  setting  over  sophia’s  face  as  she  quickly  grabs  her  phone  from  the  bedside  table.  unlocking  her  device  and  opening  her  banking  app,  her  jaw  drops  in  disbelief.  " cool,  so  i’ve  transfered  twenty-thousand  dollars  out  of  my  account  to  god  knows  where…  and  i’ve  written  the  transfer  reference  as   ' moo. ’  did  i  buy  meat ?  did  i  buy  live  cows ?  who  the  fuck  did  i  send  the  money  to ?  that’s…  a  lot  of  money.  let’s  keep  this  as  a  secret  between  us. ”

“peg- baby, no, this is not about pegging… but i mean, if that was something you wanted we could-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head, “no, no, it’s not a sex thing. it’s like a serious future thing.” murphy slides his hand into his pocket and grabs the ring box, swallowing hard and getting down on one knee in front of sophia before there can be anymore pegging conversation, “it’s a… you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met and i should’ve done this, like, two years ago thing.” he opens the ring box and lets out a breath, “i have a whole speech thing prepared kinda… i will keep it as short as i can, but also i’m kinda nervous?” he looks up at her and meets her eyes, cracking a smile, “but i love you, so here goes…” 

    it’s  been  a  while  since  sophia’s  had  the  time  to  really  let  loose  and  party,  but  never  in  a  million  years  did  she  think  she’d  wake  up  after  a  night  out  to  find  ed  snoozing  on  the  other  side  of  her  bed.  with  last  night’s  makeup  smudged  across  her  face  and  her  clothes  reeking  of  booze  and  cigarettes,  she  can’t  help  but  feel  ill.  what  on  earth  did  these  two  get  up  to  last  night ?

@svphias​ 

“i mean, as much as i like takin’ you out… i did have an… interior motive? is that what it is? i dunno… another reason for planning this date.” murphy grins as their now empty dessert plate is taken away. they’re left alone on the terrace of this restaurant with a great view that he’s rented out for the occasion, his fingers pressing against the lump in his right pocket, “i’ve been wanting to do this for awhile. since before isla was born. like, a long time.” 

walking into the kitchen, murphy can’t help but smile at the sound of their daughter saying dada- soph may absolutely hate it, but he can’t help but adore it. after all… he is dada, “ok, but when she’s being cute, all of a sudden she’s your child?” murphy gets it though, both the most important women in his life are indeed cute as hell. he leans down to isla’s level and kisses her cheek, “mama is next, right? you’re a genius, you got this!” he grabs a rubbery piece of egg and pops it in his mouth before standing back to his full height and flashing sophia a lopsided smile, “can i get a good mornin’ kiss from you too? or am i in the doghouse for accidentally teaching her dada?” he’s never thought he was good at anything besides hockey and being a boyfriend, so the fact that isla picked up a word at his ‘subtle’ urging? he’s kind of impressed with himself. 

“ please don’t do this, erin... ” sophia’s holding onto her friends hand for dear life, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “ not only did you you promise me that you wouldn’t ditch me for james, but leaving me alone with ed ? this is something that i can’t forgive you for. ” it’s not that soph didn’t enjoy being around edward - in fact, the two usually had a lot of fun together, especially if drugs were involved, but tonight was different. ed had made flirtatious comments in the past and every now and then she’d play along but never let it go anywhere. what’s different about tonight ? she’s just been dumped for being ‘ high maintenance ’ and now she’s on the rebound.

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. 

sophia’s sundays were reserved for useless shopping trips and apart from dragging raphael along with her, this sunday is no different. she’s already ran rampet through saks fifth avenue and now she’s got her mind set on going to bulgari, but not before she’s able to stuff her face with some healthy yet severely overpriced food. i supose that’s a perk of being pregnant - you’re able to eat large amounts of food at all times of the day and if anybody judges you, they just look like a massive dick. 

edward: sophia, darling, am i wildly unbothered or bitterly jealous? can't you please make up your mind?

edward: either way, it's not my fault that i found out about robin so why am i the one that getting the blame for his lies, doesn't really seem all that fair, does it

sophia: bitterly jealous ex who pretends to be unbothered but their actions say otherwise

sophia: i am in no way condoning robin's actions nor am i excusing them!! however with that being said, i don't condone or excuse your actions either! can't i think that the both of you are wrong?

sophia: like telling the truth isn't wrong, it's how and when you did it.