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Happy 5th Birthday Noah!
On August 8th, my character Aria Selnonâs son Noah from âLost in the Hallsâ would be turning five years old. In honor of his birthday, hereâs a throwback fluff scene of Aria and Karter preparing for his third birthday while reminiscing on his birth and first few years of life.
Takes place in book II âFinding Justusâ nearly a year after the shooting. Tanner is twenty-one months old and Maxwelle is eight months.
 âCan you believe it?â Karter Selnon remarked as he reclined back in a chair, spinning the wheels on the toy truck he held in his hand.
âBelieve what?â His wife Aria quipped from her spot high on a ladder, trying hard to get blue and red streamers to hang at an angle where they werenât covering the monster truck banner that read, âHappy 3rd Birthday Noahâ âThat Iâm up here all by myself doing all the work while youâre on your ass playing with toys? Yeah I can believe it.â It usually took a lot more from her husband to get Aria to snap; however the streamers were really pissing her off. The woman dealt with homicide victims and their grieving families begging for cause of death everyday. But those were dead bodies, they were black and white. Dead or alive. Homicide or death from natural causes. Blunt force trauma or gunshot wound. These were streamers. They had to hang at a certain angle as to not block the banner but not rub up against the balloons all the while hanging in a perfect arch. This was not checking stomach contents or liver temperature. No, it was much, much harder.
âNo not that.â Karter corrected, shaking his head at her misconception but not bothering to look up from the toy. âWell yeah that, but the fact that we have a three year old. We have a three year old, Aria. We donât just have babies anymore, we have a kid.â He stopped spinning the wheels on the car long enough to recover a memory. âSeems like just yesterday we were in that hospital room and you hadnât even broken a sweat and I was on the verge of freaking out. I left the room cause I was getting a little lightheaded and I was gone for like a second and then everything happened so fast. I swear I wasnât even out of the room for all of twenty seconds before your sister came running telling me it was happening. It was wild.â He smiled at the memory. The day his firstborn came into the world, back when their lives were simple and everything wasnât so life or death.
âYeah well you should have felt it from my end.â Aria teased, finally deciding on the correct placement for the blue streamer. âYou know what my favorite part of his whole birth was though?â She stopped and leaned her head against the top of the ladder, using it to support herself as she broke into peals of laughter. âWhen I was trying to get into the mindset of pushing a child out and all of a sudden I head my sister and Hattie screaming, âoh my god sit down, sit downâ and I look over and there you were, flat on your face. Twelve hours after I showed up at the biggest double homicide of that year, nine months pregnant to see brain matter spewed against the wallâŚyou pass out. My god Karter you didnât even see anything.â She shook her head against the latter, covering her mouth to repress the laughter. âLook on the bright side--it made my day.â She recovered herself and refocused her attention on the red streamer. Karter had now moved on from the truck and was fixated on a blue latex balloon sitting by his feet.
âYeah well, I didnât like seeing you in pain. It made me uneasy. Clearly you donât have the same problem as you hang out with dead bodies for a living.â He flashed his famous bright smile at her trying to win her over, a trick that may have worked five years ago when they first metâŚbut not after three kids and a whole lot of brushes with death.
âI was not in that much pain.â Aria corrected, almost as if she were taking offense that he assumed like a normal human, giving birth to a nine-pound baby would have hurt. It was as if he called her, âweakâ âNoah was a breeze. I mean Tanner was nearly eleven pounds and I lost six pints of blood with Maxi. And donât forget about this.â Stopping mid-sentence, she placed the blue streamer down and went to pull up the hem of the white cotton shirt she was wearing. Raising it to her ribcage, she exposed the faded bullet wound on her strip of exposed skin. It was around the size of a thumbprint, a little larger than a regular small caliber bullet having been stretched during her pregnancy with Maxwelle. As Aria used to joke, you worry about her skin stretching in pregnancy, not your bullet wound. She carefully massaged her bare skin before pulling her shirt back down. Karter grunted at the image of finding her lying there on the basement floor, bleeding out in front of him and trying to hang on to consciousness until the paramedics arrived. Â
âI try not to think about that day.â He admitted, gesturing to her bullet wound. âI donât like looking at that, I donât want to remember. For the pain, Noah was a lot better outcome.â Aria nodded in agreement and it wasnât too often they agreed on things. âYeah.â She smiled. âHis outcome was a lot nicer.â She beamed at the memory. âAnd easier, I would do that five more times if I had to. Out of all the kids, Noah was always just so easy. The pregnancy was perfect, the delivery was perfect, we got to the hospital at what? Around eight that night and he was out screaming and kicking all over the place by ten-thirty. It was an easy night for an easy boy.â She picked the blue streamer back up and this time attempted to tuck it under the red one.
âI remember that night.â Karter recalled. âYou refused to go to the hospital until the literal last minute. I was so terrified we were going to have a baby on the side of the road and you and Hattie were going to have to deliver him. Or you were going to have to catch him yourself while Hattie revived me because I would have been long unconscious. I donât know why you insisted on waiting so long!â Aria shrugged up a shoulder, her back turned to him as she began taping the monster truck print balloons under the streamers.
âI didnât want to be stuck in that bed.â She defended. âThereâs nothing worse than being stuck lying flat in a hospital bed, it makes the pain so much worse. Like you said, Hattie was there, we had two doctors. Plus when I was in medical school I had to do a round through the labor and delivery ward, I knew what I was doing.â
âAria, you went to a crime scene fourteen hours before he was born. An active, police investigating, dead body smelling, double homicide crime scene. Bending over to check out a dead guy with a nine month pregnant belly.â Aria threw her hands in the air in aggravation sending a red balloon falling to the ground and landing on Karterâs head.
âWhat was I supposed to say? It was my second year working for the medical examinerâs office and it was a double homicide, high profile case.â âWhat were you supposed to say?â Karter repeated, stretching his words out. âHow about âIâve been having contractions can I not be on call todayâ something along those lines?â
âHey!â Aria challenged, pointing a threatening finger at him. âHe turned out okay, alright? The kid is the closest thing to a future trauma surgeon that could be found in an almost three year old. All this talk about the day he was born and here we are three years later in the same place. Me, sweating and exhausted doing all the hard work and youâŚsitting on your ass.â
âAria you canât change the natural order of the universe.â He defended lackadaisically, batting the balloon back and forth between his hands. âI would be up there with you but letâs face itâŚI donât have the best center of gravity.â
âWhat happened to, âcome on babe, Noah deserves a big party Iâll do all the work you donât have to lift a fingerâ?â She mocked in a deep and cocky voice, imitating him.
âAria I donât sound like that.â Karter insisted.
âOh please, we both know the only reason youâre not up straining yourself to hang streamers is because youâre a whiny, cry-baby.â She stifled a laugh. âYou were supposed to be the one holding me up here while I did this.â
âWell I was!â He defended. âBut I got a hand cramp.â
âLike your hands do so much work.â She uttered sarcastically. She realized the words that left her mouth and saw her husband sneaking a laugh. âShut up Karter, I didnât mean in that way. And after three kids theyâll be out of work for a while.â Â
âBesides that.â He brought up, waving her off. âWe have a beautiful, very smart and sweet little boy after all this craziness.â Aria nodded in agreement.
âIt seems like just yesterday he was all swaddled in our bed like a little burrito and we, I was up every hour to feed him and swaddle him again.â She bulged out her lower lip in nostalgia. Karter wrinkled his forehead in confusion.
âSeems like yesterdayâŚwasnât that just last night? The having a baby in our bed and we, you getting up five times a night to feed it?â
âYes.â Aria answered, stretching out the word in oblivion. âMaxwelleâŚour daughter, remember we have one?â
âYes, I remember.â He shot back, wrinkling his upper lip at her. âStill canât believe Noahâs not the baby anymore. Now heâs this little person with feelings and emotions who can express his own opinions. Like when he says, âmommy I want to go see bodies with youâ that was so adorable and disturbing all at the same time. Heâs three and knows how to do CPR on his bear.â
âForget CPR, he knows the importance of cardiac massage.â Aria laughed. âYouâre right though, heâs so big and handsome and sweet. And laidback, heâs easiest child. Since day one he was always so easy.â
âJust like me.â Aria and Karter announced in unison, then exchanged confused glances at each other.
âLike you?â Aria spluttered out in almost disbelief. âKarter your thirty-four years old and still need me to put your dirty socks in the hamper and fold your underwear! What part of that is easy? If I donât give you direction youâll walk off the face of the earth. Honey, I love you but I need to give you little treats after you finish your chores, youâre a glorified man-child.â He crossed his arms in defeat, offering her a pout before fighting back.
âAnd youâre easy? Aria youâre the one that holds us together and make sure we donât fall into a million pieces, you gave me three beautiful children, you have this warrior-like strength, youâre like really, really hotâŚbut youâre the most frustrating, stubborn and challenging person Iâve ever met. Ar, you jumped in front of a bullet without even blinking, you stitched yourself up in our bathroom and youâve been chasing the man who killed your child relentlessly no matter how many threats he puts on your life. How is that easy?â
âThe fact that after four years of picking up your socks with a rake I still find you attractive enough to have sex with you.â She quipped. âNoah is just like me as a kid. Heâs laidback and really determined.â
âWhat part of you is laidback? The part that jumps up every single time a dead body drops? Or the part that preformed open-heart surgery three days after being shot?â Aria placed her hand on her hip, opening her mouth to argue back when a voice interrupted them.
âNo, no more! Both of you stop!â Her father Asher ran into the room, abandoning his task of keeping Noah, Tanner and Maxi out of the living room while their parents set up for the party. âYouâre right, Noah is the easiest and most laidback kid there is.â He pointed to both his daughter and son-in-law. âUnlike either of you.â
âDad--.â Aria started.
âAr, you have your nose to the grindstone twenty-four hours a day, and have since your mother died.â He turned to face Karter. âAnd you.â At the look of his father-in-law, Karter sunk low in the chair, a guilty look on his face. âYou need her permission to get up in the morning.â Â Aria was about to quibble at her father when the blonde-haired little boy with big brown eyes entered the room, clutching a phone in his hand.
âPhone ringing Momma.â Noah spoke clearly, holding the phone up to Aria. She climbed down the steps from the ladder to retrieve the device from her son, a puzzled look on her face.
âBaby where did you find this? Iâve been looking for it all day, I must have missed a million calls from work.â She scrolled through her notifications seeing that she had in fact missed a bunch of desperate messages from the medical examinerâs office, including a new homicide she needed to write the report for.
âUnder the couch.â He answered. Taking a cleansing breath to calm herself, Aria turned slowly to face her husband knowing she, nor her children would ever leave her phone under the couch.
âYou hid my phone?â She asked, her face seething with rage. Karter looked caught. âHow else was I going to get you to hang the decorations without you running off to save the day? Hattie already said it was a busy day so I figured there would be a lot of calls.â He defended. âIt was one afternoon, not like the dead bodies could get any deader. You can be late for once, they are.â He chuckled, nudging Asher. âSee what I did there?â Aria bit her lower lip, fuming inside as she hoisted Noah up on her hip and headed out of the room.
âYou jackass!â She hollered back at him. Karter rolled his eyes,
âLadies and gentleman, Miss Laidbackâ
âGuilty of Loveâ- Shaniaâs Birthday
Since today would be my character Shaniaâs (from Guilty of Love) 20th birthday, I thought Iâd share a little fluff scene in celebration. Shania, Blair and Presley celebrating her 19th birthday.Â
âDo you know what day it is?â Blair whispered in Presleyâs ear a week later. He stood over the burner in the kitchen with his daughter resting on his hip, her hands occupied by holding the spatula- she was a big helper. âItâs June 18th which means nineteen years ago your mommy was making her way into the world.â He explained, hovering over the pancakes that he was making. Three blueberry pancakes were on the griddle, sizzling beside a tray with a vase of roses. Presley babbled in his ear, sticking the spatula in her mouth as she looked around the kitchen. âShe didnât get to celebrate her eighteenth birthday because you were in her tummy and from what she told me you didnât make it very easy for her in there. Not that I blame you P, sheâs hard enough to live with sometimes I canât imagine living in her stomach.â He stopped for a moment to flip a pancake on the burner before turning back to the wide-eyed baby who was watching the pancakes flip over in amazement. âSo this year weâre going to make her breakfast in bed, okay?â He turned away once more to place a kiss on her rosy cheek, not spying the blonde poking her head from around the corner.
 âShania! Shan wake up! Wake up! Wake up!â Shania let out a soft moan and rolled on her side, shoving her head under a pillow as she felt Tatumâs weight jump on her back.
âTatum.â She groaned. âGo away.â
âYouâre nineteen! Wake up grumpy gills!â She exclaimed, attempting to pull the pillow off of her friendâs head but Shania refused to let go.
âTatum.â She whined. âItâs my birthday and my headâs not in a toilet, let me enjoy it.â She groaned again before flipping onto her other side.
âNo you have to get up.â Tatum persisted, shaking her. âBlairâs in the kitchen with Presley making you breakfast, you have to see this.â
âWhat?â Sitting up slowly, Shania brushed her hair out of her eyes and stretched her arms out. âReally?â
âYes, itâs the cutest thing heâs telling her stories you have to watch.â Scurrying out of bed, Shania ran towards the door with Tatum at her heels, both of them poking their heads out the door. A smile crept across Shaniaâs face as she watched Blair flip pancakes in one hand, holding their daughter on the other with a burp cloth tossed over his right shoulder. Presley was entertained by pulling on his right ear lobe as he placed blueberries carefully on the pancakes to spell out â19â
âYou ready to surprise mommy?â He asked the baby softly.
âTheyâre coming!â Tatum cried in a loud whisper as she began to push Shania back towards the bed. âGo, go, go, pretend youâre asleep!â Trying to keep herself from laughing, Shania jumped back into bed and pulled the covers off her head, forcing her eyes shut.
 After placing the tray of breakfast on her bedside table, Blair took a seat on the side of the bed and reached out with his right hand to rub Shaniaâs back, trying to coax her awake while holding Presley in his left arm. Â
âMommy, wake up.â It took a couple minutes but Shaniaâs eyes fluttered open from her fake sleep.
âGood morning.â She smiled brightly.
âHappy nineteenth birthday!â Blair announced as he leaned forward to kiss her lips lovingly.
âThank you.â She whispered, as her eyes looked up at her daughter and a smile broke across her face. âGood morning baby! Did you have a good sleep?â Presley smiled her wide gummy smile at the sound of her motherâs voice and waved around the pancake she held in her hand, hitting Blair in the face with it.
âBlair why does she have a pancake?â She wondered, seeing how Presley kept smacking him with the dough and putting it between her lips. âShe canât eat that quite yet.â He stifled a laugh as the baby swatted him in the face with the pancake.
âI know she just likes holding it. Makes her feel like a big girl. Plus sheâs amazed at the texture, itâs like this whole knew thing she has never experienced before.â He explained, then handed Presley over. âSay happy birthday to mommy!â
âMa-ma-ma-.â She babbled as Shania took her in her arms with a bright smile.
âHey there!â She exclaimed, peppering some kisses against the babyâs brow. âIâm so glad youâre here for this birthday.â Presley smiled and reached her arm out to offer her mother the pancake she was holding. âIs that for me?â Shania cooed. She opened her mouth wide as Presley fed it to her. âThank you.â She mumbled, her mouth full of food before turning to Blair and smiling. âThank you so much for making me breakfast, will you share it with me?â Â
âOf course.â He replied as he kissed the top of her hairline and let her snuggle back into his chest. âAre you having a better birthday this year babe?â He whispered in her hair, his right arm wrapped around her petite waste.
âWell Iâm not pregnant, not nauseous and Iâm not throwing up so consider it amazing.â She joked. âHaving you and Presley hereâŚâ She smiled and reached her hand to his cheek, turning his face to look at her again. âIt makes everything that has happened up until now completely worth it. I wouldnât take any of it back, even with all the pain and the lying it caused.â She leaned over Presley, placing her right hand on his other cheek and bringing his face closer to hers before kissing him passionately. They pulled apart, yet their lips remained only inches away as he whispered,
âAre you ready to see what I have in store for you today Miss Loomis?â
  âOh my god Blair!â Shania exclaimed as he set the pink cake in front of her that read âHappy 19th Birthday Mommy!â with a camera design on it. She smiled brightly, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink as she positioned Presley in her lap. âMommyâs nineteenth birthday- thereâs so many things wrong with that sentence.â She giggled.
âNot as many as âDaddyâs criminal recordâ.â Blair teased, flashing a mischievous smile. He took her left hand and their interlaced fingers over her lap.
âDid you make a wish princess?â He whispered in her ear. Shania shook her head, and smiled in return.
âI donât need to. I have you and P here, and the whole Charlotte thing behind us. Last year all I wanted was to have you back in my life- you not the person the media made you into. And here you are.â Her eyes lingered on his for a few seconds too long-not noticing how Presley looked at the cake with curiosity in her eyes. She leaned towards it and her small hand left a mark in the pink icing.
âHey, hey! What are you doing thatâs Mommaâs cake!â Shania chuckled and took her daughterâs hand. Presley giggled at her motherâs voice, scrunching up her little nose. âShe wants to try everything.â
âI think sheâs just a little jealous that you get a cake on her birthday and she didnât get one on hers.â Blair guessed and stifled a laugh. Shania rolled her eyes and shot him a look.
âI gave her life on her birthday, what more could she want?â She took her daughter in her arms and licked some icing from one of her little fingers. âYummy, huh baby? I understand why you want it.â âI think this is a good time to practice the cake smash for her first birthday.â Blair said, smiling as he played with a tendril of Shaniaâs hair.
âWhat?â She retorted as if he was speaking in a foreign language.
âYou know when babyâs smash a cake in their face for their first birthday and the frosting getâs everywhere?â Shania burst out laughing and shook her head.
âNo, no way youâre not smashing a cake in my babyâs face.â
âNo?â Blair questioned.
âNo!â She exclaimed, giggling. âIt will get all over the place.â
âYou mean like this?â He asked nonchalantly as he took a glob of icing and smashed it in Shaniaâs face, some vanilla cake falling down her cheek.
âBlair! You ass!â She shrieked with laughter, her hand immediately going to wipe the icing off her face before grabbing a bigger glob of icing and smearing it across his cheek. Â
âVery funny.â Blair protested, nevertheless unable to keep himself from laughing as he used a nearby napkin to wipe his face off.
âHave you made your point yet?â Shania said, giggling.
âNoâŚâ Blair leaned forward, taking a small amount of pink icing on his finger and placed it gently on the tip of Presleyâs tiny nose. âNow I have.â Presleyâs eyes widened in shock of the sensation on her nose as she looked from Shania, to Blair and then let out a loud cry.
âAww, Daddy get it off.â Shania pouted in a baby voice. âGet it off my face.â
âIâm sorry Presley.â Blair cooed, taking his daughterâs little hands. Shania used this moment to reach out for a napkin and wipe off Presleyâs nose.
âThere we go.â He comforted and took the baby from Shaniaâs arms, leaning back on the couch with her.
âThis is nice.â She said suddenly. âSpending my birthday with you and my daughter, my family.â
Shania paused for a moment before continuing, âNot my parents, my own little family.â