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I sat on the barstool at the island in the kitchen at the Boeser household.

I held my hand to my head trying to put pressure on the appending headache I was sure to have along with scrapes and bruises from my tumble to the hard concrete.

Liz gave me a friendly smile as she handed over an ice pack and pain meds.

The smile quickly turned into a smirk when Brock finally sat down beside me as Elias took the other seat.

“So,” she drags the word out, playful and knowingly, “I heard you met Trouble today.”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘met’, but okay,” I popped my shoulders, moving the ice to my other hand to let the other warm up.

“Well she pranked you, which in Trouble language means she likes you,” laughed Brock, patting me on the shoulder gently.

“Oh so this is playground bullshit, should I pull her pigtail next time I see her? Maybe push her down the slide,” I sassed, brows cocked in question.

“No, but usually she’s really shy when meeting new people or anyone in the league.”

“Why?”

“Trouble knows what she looks like to the community and doesn’t wanna play to that standard.”

Lizzie hands each of us at the island a cup of coffee, turns away and gets creamer and sugar from the fridge and cabinets before placing those on the counter too.

“What standard?”

The trio rolled their eyes at my question. Brock grabs the creamer and pours some into his mug and offers Elias and me the container.

I take it from his hands and pour a little into my own mug, and look at Elias before giving the creamer to him.

Lizzie places out plates and nods to the stove, where she’s prepared a buffet of breakfast foods for us.

She makes her own plate before sitting down on the other side of Brock.

He leans over and kisses her cheek as a ‘thank you.’

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, and hangs out with hockey players… do the math Huggy,” sassed Brock, taking a pull of his coffee.

I popped my brow, opening my mouth to comment when Liz beat me to it.

“Please, Trouble is anything but a puck bunny,” replied Lizzie, shaking her head as she laughs.

Brock stands and makes his own plate, Elias following his lead and doing the same.

“I know that and she does too, but Trouble doesn’t want to get seen as one. Once the media and fans see her with us then the rumors and all that fun shit will start.”

“Is that why we’ve never met her, until today I mean,” asked Elias as he scooped up some eggs and put them on his plate.

Brock nods, taking the spoon from him and adding eggs to his already hefty plate.

“I keep telling Trouble that the team would love her, but she just doesn’t want the drama and ridicule that comes with being a friend of someone famous.”

Brock sits back down after grabbing forks and lays two on the counter, one for Elias and the other for me.

Elias takes the silverware and sits in his spot at the island again.

“I thought she said that she’s been to games before? How’d she sneak up to the family box without being seen,” I questioned with my brows popped.

“Trouble doesn’t go up there, she’s in the crowd with Lizzie,” Brock pops a shoulder as he takes a bite of his eggs.

Liz nods, takes a pull of her coffee before speaking, “Yeah, when I can convince her to come to the games she’s right by my side in the crowd with either a funny sign or a fathead of him to get Brock’s attention.”

“We see him skate over to you and always thought that the woman next to you was a fan,” laughed Elias.

“Hiding under plain sight,” nods Brock as he takes another bite.

I stand and make my way over to the plates and silverware to grab some breakfast.

“Plus we don’t really post with her and we respect her wish on being left out of pictures and tags.”

I settle back into my barstool and take a bite, nodding my head in understanding. Elias hums his agreement as he drinks his coffee.

The couple share a smirk before Lizzie turns to face me as best she can given the wall her husband is.

“Maybe if a certain someone, I don’t know, say a Captain of a hockey team were to ask her, she’d go support him from the family box?”

The blond idiots laugh at her blunt proposal.

I popped a brow, “No, she’s your guys’ friend, you ask her.”

Lizzie sighs loudly, “C’mon Quinn, you're her type! She’d have a really hard time saying no to you!”

“Yeah, she would, Trouble can’t say no to guys that look like you,” added Brock with a laugh.

I laugh as I shake my head, “Absolutely not. I don't see that happening you guys. Can we talk about something else now?”

The couple sighs loudly, as if disappointed, but lets us change the conversation to anything other than Trouble. I saw the look exchanged between Brock and Lizzie and knew that it would come up again.

But I was determined to shut the idea down. There was no need to hurry and find a new girlfriend, not after how badly the last one ended.

I wasn’t looking, I didn’t want another relationship either. At this point it would just be a rebound, a mistake that can only end in heartbreak.

Even if I really did like her, it's just too soon anyway. Trouble’s a nice girl, someone I can maybe see something starting with, but it’s not gonna happen.

And if something did and it ended badly, then Brock and Lizzie would have to pick sides, something that I don’t want to happen and I’m sure neither does she.

I shake my head to clear those thoughts.

I need to focus on the season, that’s what’s important right now, not my disastrous love life.

After we ate, Brock, Elias, and I helped Lizzie clean the leftovers and put away dishes before we sat in the living room and watched film of a recent game.

Hours passed and it was lunch time, Lizzie offered to make us something but Elias and I declined.

I had things to do back at my apartment before the day was over, so I said my goodbyes and left.

When I arrived back home, I put my duffle away and threw myself on the couch.

I thought back to this morning when I met Trouble and what Brock and Lizzie said, about me being her type.

I’m not saying Trouble’s not unattractive, but I’m the wrong guy if she wants to stay out of the spotlight and the puck bunny image.

I mean, really, I’m the absolute worst guy for that.

I’m captain of the team, my brothers and I are always in the media.

She’d have to be a ghost not to be seen with us and that’s not fair on either of our parts.

Why am I even worried about this, nothings gonna happen. I think, rolling my eyes.

The whole night is spent trying to come up with ways to make her hate me. I know this will put a crack in my friendship with Brock and Lizzie, but so will Trouble and I dating.

If we end up together and break up, they’ll have to choose and I don’t wanna be the reason for that.

And if that bonehead Brock can see the obvious attraction we have for each other, then everyone else can too.

Damn it!

The next morning was Hell to say the least. I got maybe an hour or two of sleep while my mind ran scenarios on several different things. The most of which were of her and this morning.

Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh. It was a good prank, I’ll give her that. Jack and Luke would be on the ground rolling if they saw or heard about it.

As I get ready to go to the arena, I’m hoping that Brock or Elias hasn’t told the team about my meeting Trouble. I can take the chirps from both of them, but the team will be on my ass for months.

Or until they badger Brock enough and meet her themselves. Which could take a while the way he tells it. Trouble isn’t willing to be in the limelight yet, or at all.

When I get in the locker room, I can tell by the smirks on their faces that they know. Rolling my eyes as Brock jogs to me, slapping a hand to my back and laughs.

“So I told the team about the little prank Troubs pulled yesterday,” he pointed out.

“Couldn’t tell,” I sassed, nodding my head as he laughed again.

“Oh don’t be like that Huggy! It’s just a harmless prank,” he jested. Patting my back playfully as he went back to his own cubby to get ready for practice.

I rolled my eyes, setting down my duffle roughly and started getting ready myself. As soon as my skates hit the ice, my mind focuses on what coach wants us to work on before our next game.

It only lasts a few minutes as we’re all gathered around Tocchet as he explains what drills we’re doing and breaking off into groups to run them that the chirps start.

At first it’s just Brock and Elias, but the others join in too when they see that I’m getting frustrated and getting me out of my game.

All through the rest of practice anytime any of the guys were beside me they would let a chirp out.

‘Ooo, you missed that easy shot, mind somewhere else Huggy?’

‘What’s going on in that head of yours? Thinking about someone special?’

And a lot of other things that distracted me from being my best. At the end of practice, Tocchet took me aside to talk about my performance today.

Tocchet has his arms folded against his chest, brows furrowed as a disappointed look crosses his features.

“Hughes, what was that? I’ve seen you hit that pass perfectly a thousand or more times, what’s going on in that head of yours that's causing you to miss the easiest plays? You better clean up your act before our next game, otherwise you’ll be on the bench watching,” coach sighs heavily, patting my back and ushering me to the locker room.

As soon as I entered the guys had smirks on their faces, I glared at each one of them. When I’m at my locker I start taking off my equipment, throwing them roughly into my duffle bag.

My anger clouds my eyes, making me jump a little bit in surprise as an arm settles onto my shoulder. Glancing to my side to see the man that caused this chaos in the first place.

Brock’s lips are pulled into a smirk, brows raised in humor as he watches for my reaction. I rolled my eyes, shrugging off his arm and continued to shove my gear into the bag.

The blond chuckles, patting me on the back in good nature. When I’m done packing up my things, storming out and to my car, throwing my bag in the backseat and taking off in a rush.

Losing my focus over a girl isn’t something I do and getting my ass handed to me by Tocchet wasn’t a habit I wanted to get used to. The radio blares as I drive, trying to get my mind off of her.

I wish Brock never introduced us. Then I wouldn’t be so distracted and could keep my head in the game.

The chirps from the team getting to me more than they should’ve. Before I know it, I’m parking in my apartment complex, running a frustrated hand through my hair and down my face, letting a heavy groan pass my lips.

I changed gears to park, got out and grabbed my bag, walked to the elevator and pressed the button to my floor. As the elevator dings as it passes each floor, I rest my head against the back wall, looking up as if an answer is there on what to do about this situation.

The elevator stops, opening and leads to the hallway. I absentmindedly walk to my apartment, unlock the door and head in. A plan brewing to get them off my back about everything, my ex, Trouble, playing like shit at practice today.

I need to get her to hate me, or at least dislike me. Brock and Lizzie will stop trying to push us together if they see that there’s nothing between us. I’ll be rude and distant, avoiding her and ignoring Brock’s not so subtle ways to get us closer.

The next time I see Trouble, which will most likely be a setup by Brock’s hand, I’ll put on a show, teaching him to stop meddling in my life.

I don’t need this, what I do need is to stay focused. Which is difficult with those two scheming up plans for Trouble and me.

Brock makes me feel like I have to constantly be watching behind my back, ready for anything they might try and throw at me while I’m not looking.

I’m already tense from the pressure of being Captain and having to guide the team to get better in hopes to get a place in the playoffs this season.

This added stress doesn’t help, it makes things worse. My mind keeps switching from thoughts about the game, Trouble, and my ex so much I feel like I’m getting whiplash.

Throwing my bag somewhere near the door as I walk to the couch and plop on the cold cushions, running a hand through my disheveled hair, groaning.

My phone dings from a text, sitting up and turning on the screen to read the preview.

Brock: Hey man, I was just poking fun earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d get a kick outta it and give us shit back…

I think for a moment, not really angry about the chirps, but the situation at hand. Taking the time to read the message again before opening the app and answering him.

Brock: Hey man, I was just poking fun earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d get a kick outta it and give us shit back. No hard feelings? Some of the guys are going out for drinks later, you in? It’s the usual place.

Quinn: I’m not mad, just have a lot on my plate right now. The only thing keeping my mind off of everything that happened with my ex is hockey.

A night out might help clear my head a little, help me relax and get ready for tomorrow. I get off the couch and make my way to my bedroom, walking to the bathroom attached and starting the shower.

Before jumping in the stream of water, I reply to Brock then set my phone on the counter.

Quinn: drinks sound good, what time?

I turn on some music on Alexa and open the curtains, stepping in. The hot water almost immediately relaxes my tense muscles. The shower isn’t long, maybe ten minutes before I get out and wrap a towel over myself.

I’m halfway dressed when my phone lights up with a text from Brock.

Brock: Cool see you around eight.

Drying my hair with one hand as I thumbs up the message, finishing getting ready for the night.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky @faerieroyal

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky

I sat in my car with the music loud and coffee half drank in my hand as I head banged to the divorce dad rock in my hoodie and tights.

My strawberry blonde hair was in a messy bun, made worse with the aggressive movements and my coke bottle glasses threatened to fly off my face every time I moved.

I didn’t look my best, but what do you expect on a Saturday morning when I was supposed to be asleep until almost noon and watch cartoons cuddled up under a blanket with my dog.

I’m not known for being a morning person, I've never been one and most likely never will be.

Honestly if I didn’t love Brock and his wife as much as I did, I probably would’ve told him to shove off if they asked me to be up before the ass-crack of dawn.

Mimi, my brown mini goldendoodle, sat in my passenger seat looking out the window and lightly panting from the excitement of seeing her ‘best friend.’

As the Metallica song faded out and the next song began, there was a knock on the glass on my opposite side. At first I didn’t recognize the man, so I ignored him.

He knocked again, harder and more urgently, gaining my attention. The brunett leaned against the sill, casually and slightly irritated.

I rolled my eyes as I lowered my music and rolled down the window on Mimi’s side just enough for my voice to be heard.

The brunett ran his hand through his shaggy hair frustratedly, the action making his dark wet curls fall in his face.

“Sorry, my parents told me not to talk to strangers,” I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not a stranger. Are you Brock’s friend, the one who’s supposed to pick us up today?”

“I might be, but I’m not telling someone I’ve never met before if I am or not.”

“Boes said that a woman in a burnt orange Honda would be here for us. I’m gonna assume that’s you?”

“Like I said, I’m not telling a stranger if I know Brock or not.”

I looked him up and down, there was no denying that he was far from being ‘just some rando off the side of the street.’

He had the build of a hockey player and had a ‘Canuck’s’ duffle bag similar to Brock’s.

“What if I introduced myself? Then I’m not a stranger anymore.”

“True, but I still wouldn’t know you enough to tell you anything.”

He groaned, “Dammit woman, please just let me in your car, it’s chilly out here.”

“Sorry, Captain, can’t do that. Plus I don’t have any candy to offer you to get inside my car.”

“It’s not like you're kidnapping me, I’m willingly getting into your car.”

“See, that’s how it starts, people willingly getting into strangers' cars. Next thing you know there’s an alert out for you and I’m hunted down by the police.”

“Wait, did you call me ‘Captain’? So you do know who I am!”

“I call everyone Captain, don’t feel special.” I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

Before he could call my bullshit, I looked him straight in the eyes and waved as I rolled up the window cutting his response off.

The man knocked on the glass a couple times, spewing curses as his ears started to flush pink in frustration or the weather, could be both.

I took that as my cue to roll the window down again, the same length as before.

“Yes, Captain?” I gave a half-assed two finger salute with a shit-eating grin.

“I think I’ve figured out your little game, you do know who I am but are playing the dumb blonde card.”

Quinn leans into the door frame, a smirk on his lips and a sparkle of mischief in his hazel eyes.

“Whatever do you mean? I've never met you a day in my life. How could I know who you are?”

“Cut the shit, you know I’m one of Brock’s teammates.”

“Wow, do you really think that when Brock and I hang out we talk about hockey? ‘Cause newsflash captain, we don’t.”

“There you go using ‘Captain’ again. Are you sure you don’t talk about the team when you're with Boes?”

I rolled my eyes, “Wow, egotistical much? You must think you’re hot shit if you think that all of our conversations are about you and the team.”

“But you do, I can see it in your eyes. Brock’s told you about me. What’s my nickname then?”

I shrug, brows popped, “I might’ve heard about some guy on his team that you so happen to look like. Not saying you are this ‘Huggy Bear’ guy, but you could be, I guess.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know me even a little bit, I can see it in your eyes. Brock’s told you about me,” he boasts with a smirk on his lips.

I tip my head from left to right, squinting my eyes and nose scrunched in concentration. I stroke my imaginary beard as I look at him.

Of course I know who’s standing right outside my passenger side door, you’d have to be living under a rock not to.

But it seems that the young defensemen might need an ego check, one that I’m more than happy to provide.

Mimi lets out a playful bark, panting as she puts her paws on the window as if to say, ‘haha, I’m in the car and you’re not!’

The window switch is calling my name to use and who am I to deny it, especially when the opportunity is too good to pass up.

The window starts to slowly roll up again as he starts to reply. A lop-sided grin on my lips as I sip my coffee loudly.

“You guess?” Quinn popped his brows and ran a hand through his hair again, the curls falling every which way.

It’s damp at best now, the shorter pieces dry and starting to fluff. The weather probably isn’t helping either, the wind blowing the brunet curls all around and messing it up more.

The glass is almost to the top now, maybe a centimeter or two before it touches the sill. I stop the movement just long enough to antagonize him one more time.

I give him a non-committal sound, shrug my shoulders and adjust my glasses again, “Maybe. You know I’ve only seen ‘Huggy Bear’ in photos, and he’s blurry most of the time.”

The window is closed and Quinn groans before starting to knock again. I take a sip of my coffee, making an exaggerated sigh, and turn up my music again.

My phone lights up from a message from Brock I pick it up and text him back, then turn my phone off.

Broccoli: Quinn should be outside and looking for you.

Trouble: 🤙🏻

Quinn has his head leaned against my car, face down and eyes closed. A smirk finds its way to my features as I form a plan in my head.

Will this get a lecture from Brock, most likely, but will it be fun and worth it? Absolutely!

I wait until Brock and his other blond friend are coming out of the building before honking the horn and waving through the window to show the others where I was.

Quinn, who wasn’t expecting the loud noise, jumped and fell to the ground. Brock and Elias leisurely made their way to us as they laughed.

I smirked at the annoyed face the brunett wore as he got up. A scowl now took over and a glint of anger in his eyes.

Once Brock had made it to my car, I turned the music off and rolled the window all the way down.

He takes Quinn’s empty spot on the door as the brunet tries to open the backdoor to get in. I was so distracted while talking with my friend that I forgot to unlock it.

Elias is stood near the back, waiting for the trunk to open as Brock and Quinn hand over their gym bags so he can put them inside.

He closes the door and makes his way to the passenger side, patiently waiting, unlike his friend.

I quickly press the button and the doors open as the boys get in the back before they close them again.

Brock stays outside to chat for a few more minutes before he gets in too, adjusting the seat to accommodate his height.

Mimi gives Brock a couple of puppy kisses before being told to get in the back.

The Captain grumbles as he situates himself now with the dog taking up the extra space and excitedly giving Elias and him kisses too.

Mimi calms down and stretches out on the seats, invading their personal space.

Elias laughs at his uncomfortable position, causing Brock and me to join in when we look back from the rearview mirror.

“I’m pretty sure you gave my boy a heart attack with that little prank Trouble.” Brock joked, a smirk on his features and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes that matched mine.

“I had to make sure he’s awake enough for practice, you guys can’t just arrive tired and sluggish now can you?”

“Trouble, you know how to keep people on their toes!”

I let out a full belly laugh, turns up the Nirvana song playing through the sound system and took off.

The ride back to Brock’s was chaotic to say the least, but when it’s my car you should’ve known what was gonna happen when you stepped inside.

The music had been turned down to a single digit, to please the princess Quinnifer, and talk about pretty much anything that came to mind.

Once I pulled into Brock’s driveway, the boys all said their thank yous and goodbyes.

Boes stayed for a little bit after while the other two men grabbed their duffles and went inside, most likely to eat what Lizzie had made for breakfast.

“So, what do you think?”

I popped a brow, “About what? Am I missing something here, are you trying to be a girl and see if I noticed anything new about you?”

Brock laughs, “No, Trouble, about Quinn?”

I rolled my eyes, “He’s ok I guess. Why does it matter what I think?”

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “‘Cause I was thinking about setting you two up, you’d look cute together and Lizzie agrees.”

“Brock, I don’t need a knight in shining whatever. No one’s gonna change my mind on love. He seems nice, sweet even, but I don’t wanna break his heart when it doesn’t work out.”

“Trouble, I’m not saying that he’ll change it. I’m just saying that maybe he could be good for you. And he’s always grumpy, I think he needs more chaos in his life.”

“Listen Brock, I appreciate the thought, I do, but I’m not looking and by the way he’s been lately from what you tell me, he just got outta a bad breakup. He needs time to heal, and I’m not that kinda girl.”

He sighs, but nods, “Yeah, I knew it was a long-run, but thought I’d try at least you know? Maybe if you got to know him better?”

I reached over the middle console to hold his hand that’s hanging off the door inside as he leaned out of the car.

“Brock, honey, I don’t think he’d wanna be my friend. He’s more of a quiet soul, he needs someone who’s gonna match his vibes. And I’m not that, we both know how I am.”

“Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. But don’t cry when in a couple of months I tell you I told you so!”

He smirks, taps the roof of my car twice, then walks backwards with his middle fingers up in a friendly goodbye.

I laugh, lazily showing my own middle fingers then back out of the driveway.

I turn up my music to double digits and start my way home.

A text from Brock popped up about halfway through his neighbor. The Bluetooth reads it off for me as I drive.

Broccoli: Drive safe Trouble!

Trouble: I’m always safe! 🖕🏻💛

Once home, I let Mimi out to go potty, then went inside to warm up under some blankets with hot chocolate, cuddles on the couch with my girl, and watched cartoons.

The warm drink and the noises from the tv must’ve lulled me to sleep because the next time I opened my eyes it was about midday and Mimi was whining about going outside again.

I hurried to get ready to go outside again, grabbing all I would need and Mimi’s leash, attaching it to her magenta color.

We rode the elevator down, passed the front doors, and went to the front lawn of my apartment building.

Mimi sniffs for a little bit before finally picking a spot to use to do her business.

I gave her a treat and let her play outside for a little bit before I was too cold and had to go in.

When we got back into our apartment, I realized that I had left my phone inside and forgot where I put it.

I looked everywhere I had been since I came home, but no dice. I double and triple checked the places before finding it sitting perfectly fine on the coffee table.

I groan, of course it’d be in plain sight.

I turn it on, and see that in the half hour I was outside with Mimi that Brock, Lizzie, and Raven had sent texts.

Lizzie: Brock said that you don’t like Huggy! Wtf?! He’s so your type babe!

Broccoli: I’m assuming that you didn’t die on your way home with the lack of ‘I’m home safe and sound’ and no calls from the police.

Tiny: can we FaceTime? Got big news!!

I replied to each, giving Brock a sassy comment more than anything.

It wasn’t long before Ray’s contact requested a facetime call, I accepted it quickly and got comfortable on my couch again.

The phone rang twice before Ray’s camera showed her and Willy. I smiled and waved, “Well hello gorgeous! Hi Willy!”

“Hi Trouble!” The couple replied in unison. It was gross just how cute they were sometimes.

“So, what’s the big news?!”

“We’re moving in together!”

I screamed, probably annoying my neighbors in the act, but I don’t really care.

“No way! Are you gonna pick which house to live in or a new start?”

Raven blushed, “I’m moving into Willy’s apartment. We’ve just gotta start packing everything and the moving truck should be able to hold all my things.”

“This is exciting!! If y’all need any help don’t hesitate to ask, okay? ‘Cause you know I’ll drop everything and come to Toronto!”

Ray laughs, “Yeah, we know. But that’s too much to ask.”

“But, when we get Ray settled in, if you wouldn’t mind coming for a housewarming party that’d be great!”

“Of course I’ll be there!! I get to see my favorite gal pal!”

“Aren’t you missing someone Trouble,” Willy popped a brow and smirked.

“And her boyfriend.” I mumbled, jokingly as I rolled my eyes.

“C’mon, don’t act like you're not our biggest supporter! You even threatened him if he ever broke my heart!”

I raised a brow, “And I stand by that threat William. You better make sure she’s the happiest girl in the world or I’ll come to Toronto.”

I pointed at him menacingly, a smirk on my lips as I threatened him again through the screen.

Willy laughs, “I know you would, but I’m keeping my promise. I swear, scouts honor.”

I narrowed my eyes, “You were never a Boy Scout, you wouldn’t have time with hockey being your main focus.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep a promise like one.”

“I guess,” I mutter, “OH you’ll never guess what Brock did today!”

“Tried to set you up with someone?”

“Not just someone, his captain! He set up a little meet-cute this morning at the ass-crack of dawn!”

“Oh my god, really? Didn’t Quinn just get out of something messy?”

I nodded, “That’s what I told him, I’m not lookin’ and Quinn just got out of something.”

“Should I be here for the ‘girl talk,” asked Willy as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“You should hear this too, in case Ray or you get any ideas when I come to visit Mister.” I jokingly pointed my finger at him as a smile pulled at my lips.

He raised his hands in mock defense, “Alright, alright I’m listening. No promises that we won’t meddle though.”

I groaned, “Please don’t, I already have Brock and Lizzie on my ass, I don’t need you guys too!”

“Trouble, who do you think told us about the meddling in the first place?”

My brows shot up to my forehead, “No they fucking didn’t, did they? When did you get their numbers? How long have you been cheating on me?”

The couple laughs at my dramatics, “We like to keep in touch in case you make a surprise visit to Toronto or anywhere and forget to tell us!”

“Oh, well that makes a lot of sense.”

“No shit Sherlock. We exchanged numbers after I texted Brock that you were safe after a night out with us. You were shitfaced and didn’t tell him you were in Toronto so of course he was freaking out, especially with the drunk texts you sent.”

“I don’t drunk text people, I go on side quests and make new friends along the way!”

Ray cut me off with a snort, “Yeah okay, lemme just pull up the last time you messaged me while at the bar.”

“Hey, how bout you don’t.”

“So you admit you do drunk texts friends,” she popped her brows with a smirk.

“I’m not saying that, I just get so excited to share my journey that I need to tell someone,” I babble, unable to talk my way out of this, but too prideful to agree.

“Whatever you say Trouble. Anyway, tell me about Quinn!”

“I honestly don’t know what to say, Ray. He was grumpy, and from what Brock’s told me, that’s just how he is.”

“Quinn’s not always grumpy. I’ve heard through Willy and the guys that he’s actually one of the nicest people in the league.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well I didn’t see that. Maybe it was ‘cause of the early morning and he was tired.”

“That’s not what Brock told me and he heard it straight from Quinn. You gave him Hell this morning.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “How was I supposed to know who he was when I’ve only seen blurry pictures and heard stories from Brock?”

Raven rolled her eyes, “That’s a lie, Trouble. I know you’ve seen him play when you go to games for Brock with Lizzie.”

“It all happens so fast how can I keep up with what’s goin’ on!”

They both gave me a deadpan look, I sighed loudly, making Mimi glance as if checking if I was okay before laying her head down again.

“Okay, maybe I’ve looked up the captain a time or two.” I mumble, arms crossed over my chest as I look away from the screen to hide my slightly burning cheeks.

“I know he’s your type, brown hair and lightly colored eyes. You can deny it all you want, but I know you think he’s attractive,” she smirks, Willy’s lips echoing hers.

“You don’t have to call me out like that,” I groan, pulling the blanket up to my face to hide the rosy tint coloring my features.

“What are friends for?”

“Not that, you should support me and tell me that I’m too good for him and everything else friends do in this sort of thing!”

“Trouble, I hate to say this, but I actually think y’all would be good for each other. It’s the classic grumpy x sunshine trope! And Quinn and you would be super cute, don’t you think so Willy,” Raven chirped, her hands flapping with excitement.

William chuckled, “Honestly, I agree with Ray. He’s more down to earth and well, you’re spontaneous. I have half of the chaos sisters and I know my life has been better since I’ve met her.”

“You guys are the perfect couple, I swear! ’Cause Willy, you go with the flow. You’re happy to be drug around with Ray. It wouldn’t be the same for us.”

“How do you know if you never take the leap?”

“I don’t, not for sure anyway,”

“Then jump bitch, maybe he’ll surprise you and catch you before the fall,” smiled Ray.

“Or maybe I’ll hit the pavement,” I mumble, more into the fabric on my lap than anyone.

Raven groans, “Don’t be like that! Quinn’s a good man.”

I repositioned on the couch, now sitting criss-crossed with the blanket tangled on my legs.

I fidget with my hands, “He might be a good guy, but I don’t wanna hurt him in the end. You know how I look at love and I don’t wanna get his hopes up that he’s changed it and then crush him when we break up.”

“Trouble, just be his friend first. That’s how Willy and I started out, as friends, then later we ended up where we are now.”

“Well I might’ve already messed that up. I did roll my window up while he was talking and honked the horn to scare him,” I smirked, still fidgeting with my fingers to get rid of the nerves.

The couple laughed, full belly and loud. Raven was the first to recover.

“Maybe less mischief and more talking.”

“Or,” Willy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a wide smirk on his lips.

Raven groans, and lightly pushes his face away from the camera.

“Don't listen to him. Just get to know him better, then maybe after you figure out his humor, a couple of pranks.”

“Boo, you're no fun!”

“I am very fun, but I know my audience. You my dear Trouble, don’t know Quinn’s yet. He might surprise you, he did grow up with brothers,” Raven popped a brow.

“Yeah yeah, whatever mom, I’ll be on my okayest behavior next time I see him,” I rolled my eyes, a humorous smirk on my lips.

“That’s all I ask for.”

“I love you Tiny, thank you for the advice that I totally won’t use.”

Raven laughed, “Love you too, Trouble. Just keep it on the back burner though, okay, you might need it later.”

“I’ll think about it, but now I know who to go to for relationship advice in the future.”

“Bye Trouble, see you soon, yeah?”

I nodded, my hair falling out of the messy bun from earlier and the nap, “Yes sir! As soon as the apartment has been Raven-fied!”

With that, and a few more ‘I love yous’ and ‘see you soons’ the call ended.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky

In honor of our baby Mousey graduating HS in a few weeks!

It was a hot afternoon in May on the Miramar base that the Kazansky family were currently stationed at.

Ice and Dragon couldn’t be more proud of their daughters as the couple and the Kerner’s sat by one another to watch this big moment in their children’s lives.

The tight friendship between their parents had been carried on to the Kazansky sisters and the Kerner girl.

When both women were told that they had a low chance to have a baby, it pained them to know that they wouldn’t be able to experience the same things as other couples on the base.

But by what seems like a wish upon a shooting star, within a month of each other, Rachael and Jade found out that they were pregnant.

Tom and Ron were very helpful during the pregnancies and tried to be there for every appointment and when the men couldn’t, the women would be each others support systems.

They were all thankful for this day, the girls because they could finally follow in their parents footsteps and join the Navy and the couples because it showed that their babies were growing up.

The girls were all dressed in their official Navy Officer uniforms, hair slicked back in the mandatory bun, and the Navy chords laying on the back of their necks.

Nerves shot up their backs as they waited in the line before walking out to the football stadium that held the awaiting parents.

Baylie Kazansky, the eldest, started the hand holding train with the two other girls behind her. As the leader, she made sure to care for the younger two.

Raven was in the middle and the youngest of the group, the older girls protected her at all cost and wouldn’t let anyone hurt their Mousey.

Last but not least, was Amanda Kerner. The only child of Slider and Whiskey, but saw the Kazansky’s as her second family.

All the girls had ‘graduated’ in the second semester of the school year and gone to bootcamp between then and now.

Today made it official and would get their diplomas that they worked so hard for during the four years of high school they finished.

The music started and the line moved to the door, one by one all the students came outside and sat in order, just like they practiced earlier in the day.

A speech was made by the Salutatorian before the Principal and the Vice Principal made their own.

A moment of silence was announced for the Military members present and who had passed then the Valedictorian made his speech.

More time passed before the Principal started to call the names of students.

As the last of the surnames that started with J’s were called up to the stage, Baylie buzzed with excitement and squeezed Raven’s hand, who in which returned it and did the same to Amanda.

“Baylie Ann Kazansky,” Mr. Simpson called and with one last squeeze, Bay started her walk to the stairs that attached to the stage.

Thinking quickly she jumped in the air on the last step and did a little heel click, a smile on her face after she stuck the landing.

She heard the shouts of her family as she shook her Principal and the Vice Principal’s hand as she held the diploma and the photographer took the picture.

At the end of the stairs stood a junior who handed her a red carnation with a silver ribbon tied in a bow around the stem.

She was just barely to her seat before her sister was called. “Raven Alice Kazansky-Fischer.” Mouse, as her nickname suggests, shyly took the stage and did the same as the many students before her.

Seeing her older sister cause chaos, just like her mother and aunt would’ve done, decided to also do something.

So, with a half-assed plan created, she slid down the bannister and almost fell on her face.

Amanda Kerner was known for being clumsy, often falling over her own feet, so why would today be any different.

“Amanda Louise Kerner.” She stood up and started to make her way to the stage, glancing up into the bleachers to find her family. Once she did, she gave a small smile and held her head up high.

When she was on the last step she missed and almost fell flat on her face, but at the last second saved herself.

Amanda started to laugh and her face heated up a little embarrassed about the whole thing as she walked up to the Principal and copy the hundreds before her.

After she had her carnation in hand, made her way back to her seat as the next student was announced.

The three girls scooted the chairs closer and held hands again, this time their achievements in the other as they all waited for the rest of the students to be called.

Ron and Jade both could see her body move with giggles and her face flushed a light pink as their daughter took the diploma.

Tom lightly smacked Ron’s shoulder as he laughed at his niece.

The Kerner parents have no idea where their daughter’s clumsiness comes from, both steady on land and in air, but they always had a good laugh about it.

Often making jokes and sharing the moments with Tom and Rachael.

Both couples did this with their children and the hilarious memories that would forever be remembered.

It only took seconds before the laughter turned into tears as they cheered or whistled for their children.

Proud was not the word that could describe this experience, because they all felt like that wasn’t the right one to use.

Both couples felt more than proud for their children, but didn’t know if there was a word to explain how much.

After the last student was called, another speech was made and then the Principal said the sentence that the girls and the couples were waiting for, “Please give a round of applause for the graduating class of 2017! You may move the tassel from the right to the left!”

One by one starting from the closest to the stage, all the lines of students started to exit and were free to find their families.

Ron, being the tall giraffe man that he is, spotted the girls first and guided the others to the recent graduates.

He didn’t wait for his daughter to see him, immediately pulling her into a bear hug and squeezing tighter when he feels her jump, a chuckle vibrates through his chest.

He knows that she realizes who it is after the chuckle, and turns around in his arms to hug him back.

Jade joins not too long afterwards, wanting the father and daughter to have a moment just for them.

Soon Ron lets go for the same reason as his wife, a special moment shared between a mother and a daughter.

More tears are shed as the embrace continues before Jade eventually brakes it, too choked up for words.

Ron stands in front of his little baby, tears gathering at his eyes as he looks at her in the Navy Dress Blues and sees a younger version of her mother.

He lightly punches her chin and whispers, “Here’s looking at you kid.” Amanda sniffles, tears threatening to fall again as she softly punches his chest, “Here’s looking at you dad.”

Ron pulls her into another hug, wanting this moment to freeze in time.

The Kazansky’s are too lost in their own little world to pay attention to the Kerner’s.

Baylie, the daddy’s girl she is, runs to Tom first. His callsign might be ‘Iceman’ but right now, his ice cold persona is gone for his beautiful daughters.

He pulls away slightly and kisses her forehead, “Come home to me, Bay.”

Baylie reaches up to her father’s forehead barely in her tippy-toes, gives him a soft head-butt and whispers back, “Always.”

He doesn’t stop the tears, nor would he want to. Both crying freely as they hug each other tight.

“You’re tarnishing the Iceman name, you know.” She chuckles.

“Right now Bay, I could care less about that, not while I have you in my arms.”

A short amount of time passes before Raven is in his arms.

“Keep me in your heart,” Tom murmurs into her hair.

“Keep me in your mind,” Raven replied into his chest as she squeezed him impossibly tight, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t want to ever let go, so blessed to have a moment like this to share and remember as the years go by.

He never thought he’d get to experience his children’s birth, so he was beyond happy to see them graduate.

Rachael lays her cheek against Raven’s head as the two hug, tears falling from her eyes to the young woman’s hair.

Raven was in no better shape than her mother, tears running down her face as they hugged.

After a couple of minutes went by, seeing that Bay and Tom were finishing their little father-daughter moment, she reluctantly let go. “I’m beyond proud of you my little Mouse.” “I’m proud to be your daughter, biological or not.”

Rachael couldn’t hold the gates and started to cry again, but soon was hugged by her eldest. “You know that we’ll always be your little girls right?”

Rachael petted Bay’s hair, followed by a kiss, “I know, I know. It’s just hard to believe that our babies are so grown up.”

Bay didn’t respond, just squeezed her tighter. All the words needed exchanged between them through the embrace.

The memory etched into her minds eye forever.

Individual family moments over, the two families came together and celebrated the girls’ graduation with hugs and ‘I’m so proud of you’s.’

They all took turns taking pictures of each families before asking someone passing by to take a group.

With that done, they all hopped into their cars and headed over to Top Gun where their Aunts and Uncles were gathered and ready to see the Graduates.

When they arrived they were all bombarded with open arms, food and drinks, and ‘congratulations!’

The girls could tell by the warmth and smiles that these strong and brave men and women they’ve known their whole lives were just as proud as their parents.

The girls knew that their support system was always going to be there for every accomplishment they go through and couldn’t be more happy by that fact.

And as the years go by, more and more memories were created and photographed so they could all look back and relive the moments and the feelings they all shared.

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Rachael and Tom had been married for three years and always dream of being a family one day, but after too many negative pregnancy tests, their dream seemed like it would never happen.

When she took the tests, it was more as a joke than anything. Rachael had seen a tik tok of women playing ‘Pregnancy Test Roulett’ and it looked like fun.

Both Jade and herself had felt off for the last couple of weeks and instead of being by theirselves and sad they decided that they would be together and support each other if the tests read negative.

They opened their tests, did their business, then put it in one box and waited the five minutes for the test to develop. Once the timer went off, the excitement and uncertainty coursed through their veins as Rachael ‘mixed’ the box and then held it out to Jade.

They counted to three and flipped the test over, Rachael’s was negative but the test in Jade’s hand had a clear as day solid pink cross in the window.

The women hugged and then stared at the test a while more before coming to the conclusion that they would have to retake the tests to find out which one is actually pregnant.

They wasted no time, grabbing a new test from a box and leaving to use the bathroom in different areas of the house then, they came back into the Masterbath and waited in anticipation for the timer to go off again.

The timer rings and they both rush to the counter to see the results. Jade looks at hers and feels upset, unlike Rachael and Tom, her and Ron had been actively trying for years to be blessed with a child again after losing the twins.

Rachael felt bad about her amazing news, but knew that Jade would put her own grieving aside for her friend for now. Rachael was sobbing, finally feeling the excitement roll away like an afternoon tide and the worry and fear come in.

Then came the thought of what Tom would say about this. He never had the best relationship with his own father and that scared him on the type of dad he would be for his children. Rachael knew he’d be the best dad to however many children they have in the future.

It wasn’t long till the chaotic pair came up with a fantastic way to tell Tom the news while he’s up in the air with the boys doing drills.

Rachael put the positive tests in her purse before the two women left to go to the dollar store. The little corner shop wasn’t very busy, being that it was the afternoon when they arrived.

Rachael gave a bare description of her idea to Jade before the women split up and went searching for the items they needed for the surprise.

Once they were done, Rachael & Jade drove to the base and walked to the men’s locker room.

She found Tom’s space quickly and put in the combination, opening it and the women started to decorate. When they finished, they left the base soon before the guys landed and came to clean up.

Rachael and Jade giggled like school girls as they scurried to the car, making everyone in the hallways stare at them crazily. The car ride home had the same energy as when they left, chaotic and wonderful.

Both women were excited for the next chapter in their lives and knew that they would be there for each other no matter what.

Rachael couldn’t wait for Tom to come home and for them to celebrate the small life growing in her.

As she waited for Tom to come home Rachael covered herself with many blankets and was surrounded by lots of different snacks while she watched some Disney movies.

The time would pass slowly, but maybe that’s what she needed from all the excitement that the day brought.

When she woke up by her loving husband, she was confused by what time it was. Rachael could’ve remembered it was only two when she fell asleep and now it’s six.

That power nap took longer than expected, did she not hear her alarm?

Tom chuckled at her as he bent down and kissed her, when he came back up for air he reached behind himself to the coffee table and grabbed the gift bag, then placed it softly in her lap.

“I want spicy pizza for dinner, does that sound good to you?”

Tom nodded, “For you, I’d do anything babe.”

“What's this? You didn’t get me anything right?” asked Rachael when she finally saw the bag in her lap.

“No, when I got into base today the guys had gifts for us waiting in my locker. They’re excited for the first kid of the squad to be born.”

“Well Bradley’s four so their a little late on that front don’t you think Tom?” she replied, a small smirk on her beautiful features.

Tom just rolled his eyes at his wife and nodded towards the bag, “Open it, I’ll start dinner while you’re doing that. I think you’ll love the gifts.”

Rach grabs his arm before he can walk away completely, “No, stay with me. I want you by my side.”

Tom snuggled in under the blankets and sat back watching her as she reacted to each gift. Rachael was amazed by the small clothes and other baby things that the guys, most likely their wives or girlfriends, picked out for Tom and herself.

The squad had big hearts but didn’t show it very often due to the cutthroat competition that the Navy brought in and off of the bases.

Both Rachael and Tom had met during one of the biggest competitions in their lives, being at Top Gun and graduating first was a great honor to have under your belt.

Unfortunately Rachael didn’t win but what she did get out of the experience is lifelong friendships and the love of her life.

After the gifts where opened and one last kiss from Ice he walked to the kitchen to start making the spicy pizza she asked for. Rach got up, much to Tom’s displeasure and sat at the bar to watch him.

“You know I don’t need supervision on pizza right? You can’t really mess it up unless you're an idiot like Leonard or Rick.” smirked Tom as he started to lather sauce on the premade dough.

Rachael giggled, “They may be idiots but I think even those boys could handle making a pizza.”

It was low and under his breath, but she did hear a ‘unlikely without at least a little supervision from Duckie or Crick.’

The kitchen echoed the couple’s laughter around, the sound bouncing off the walls as they continued to joke. As the laughter died down it was finally time for the pizza to go into the oven.

Rachael went back to the couch and turned the television to The Great British Bakeoff. They could watch this and snuggle while the food was cooking.

After the timer was set, Tom came back into the living room and sat next to her, laying his head on her lap like he did earlier. Rachael started to run her fingers gently in his blond locks, humming a small tune to herself as she did.

Rachael couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for her child and couldn’t wait for this precious baby to come into their lives and all the chaos that will undoubtedly happen.

Tom and Ron were just out of the jet when they heard that their wives had been here and left not too long ago. They were wary when they entered the locker room, all the guys were. Rachael and Jade are known around base as the Chaotic Duo.

Everything looked the same, nothing out of place that they could remember. Tom opened his locker and was greeted with pink and blue streamers, a sign that read ‘HI DADDY’ and a grainy black and grey picture with a small bean like shape.

This confused Tom, he couldn’t wrap his head around what all of this meant, he was a smart man, if he said so himself, but this had him stumped.

Ron was curious about what had the great Tom Kazansky frozen and with a confused face, so he walked over and saw the sign, “We didn’t need to know the kinky shit that goes on in your bedroom Kazansky.”

This caught more pilots’ attention and they made their way to his locker. Goose was the first to speak from the new crowd, “Oh, congrats Ice! Im glad that Bradley will have a buddy to play with now.” Goose clapped him on the back as the others cheered and hollered for him.

Tom was still staring at the little picture, ignoring everyone else until the seemingly last two braincells finally rubbed together and clicked. Rachael was pregnant. Rachael was pregnant and he would be a father, this scared him to death.

He doesn’t want to be just like his father and be strict and abusive to his family, but he knew that Rachael wouldn’t have married him if he was.

Tom had that little grainy picture in his hand as he left the base, mind constantly on the little bean from the photo. He was going to be a father, and he couldn’t be more happy about it.

Once he was safely inside the house from prying eyes, he ran around and tried to find his wife. Rach sat in the kitchen, dinner already fixed and table set. He ran up to her, picking her up and spun around before letting her down and kissing her passionately.

Tom was so in love with her and knew that he’d love this baby just as much. When dinner was done and leftovers put away, the adrenaline had mostly worn off and he went back to that dark headspace of being like his own father.

Rach sat on the couch with Tom’s head in her lap, softly combing his hair while they watched a movie. She looked down and saw that concerned face on her husband, stopping her movements in his hair. “What’s the matter baby?”

Tom turned his body to look at her head-on, voicing his dilemma to his wonderful and understanding wife. “I’m scared I’ll end up being like my father and I don’t want to be like him to my own kids.”

Rachael smoothed his hair back, kissing his cheek, “You take such good care of me and you’ll take such good care of them too.”

He tried to speak, but Rach cut him off before he could protest, “You, Thomas Kazansky, are nothing like your father and you’ll be the best dad in the world, I just know it.”

Tom couldn’t help the tears that split over the heartwarming words of encouragement from his amazing wife. She would never truly know how much that meant to him.

The couple spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, not wanting to ever let go. Tom’s hand never left Rachael’s stomach while they lie together in bed that night.

The next day, Tom went into base with his head clear of doubt and acted like nothing had happened yesterday. He would put on that ‘Ice cold’ persona he always had while at work and get through the day so he could go back to spoiling his wife and unborn child.

Tom entered the locker room and opened his cubby, making the horribly stacked presents inside fall to the ground. He picked them up and carefully looked at each one. Maybe they put them in the wrong locker, but Tom couldn’t remember if it was anyone’s birthday from the squadron.

As he was looking around the guys settled and smiled or smirked at him as he continued to try to figure this mystery out.

Tom just didn’t understand why they would be giving him gifts, it wasn’t his birthday, that wasn’t until the next coming year.

Finally Ron had enough of his pilot’s stupidity, “They’re for you, surprisingly, you’re the first one in this new squadron to be a dad on purpose.”

Goose started to protest but was silenced quickly with realization that Bradley had been born some years prior to the squad’s union.

“Go ahead and open them Ice,” Mav clapped his shoulders and handed him a present that had been on the floor previously.

He was cautious as he ripped open the gift paper and the box, finding a hat inside that read ‘#1 Dad’. Ice will never omit it, but a few tears did sneak out at the gift.

Everyone around him thought that he’d be a great dad too, which was the reassurance he never knew he would need.

The pilots who had become like brothers to him and his wife had faith that he could be the best of the best in fatherhood too.

Tom knew that his little family would have so much love and support from the start and he couldn’t ask for a better found family.

“Those better be happy tears man, you’re gonna be a dad!”

“You're gonna love it, it's the best life experience ever, trust me.”

Tom opened the next gift, finding a baby sized flight suit and aviator sunglasses. “Rach is gonna love this, she’s hoping that the kid likes to fly like their parents.”

“Knowing you Ice, the kid’s gonna love being in the sky.” The room erupted in laughter, agreeing whole heartily with Sundown’s comment.

Tom opened a few more gifts before saying his thank yous and they were all called to a meeting with Viper about drills and manuvers that they could use during missions.

After the busy day all Tom wanted to do was lay his head on his wife’s lap and be near the two of them. He gathered his dufflebag and the gifts from the guys and went home.

Tom couldn’t wait for Rachael’s reaction to what the guys had given him earlier that day.

He knew that Rach would have a field day on the little clothes and toys, just like he did. Tom wasted no time in arriving at his house and finding his wife sitting on the couch under a massive pile of blankets with all kinds of snacks around her sleeping form.

He couldn’t help but think she was an angel sent down for him from God himself with how beautiful she looked. He regrettably had to wake her so he could show the presents and to ask what she wanted for dinner.

He had woke her up and greeted her with a sweet kiss before he had handed her the gift bag out of his duffle.

As Rachael pulled out each item, she laughed and awed at the thoughtfulness of the men they worked with. The last gift that she saw was a blush pink hat that said ‘#1 Mom,’ which had her crying.

The group of pilots had a high admiration for the couple. Tom had pulled out the matching ‘#1 Dad’ hat and placed it on his head, doing the same to Rach and kissing her softly.

They had no doubt that they could be the best parents for this baby.

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Two Plus Signs = We’re Gonna Be Parents!|The Kazansky’s finding out their expecting 🐉🧊

Unexpectedly Excited|The Kerner’s finding out that their pregnant 🥃🍔

Officially Ours!|The Kazansky’s are home with a baby Raven 🐉🧊

Hear My Voice|Tom talking to utero Bay 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Remember Me|Ron talking to utero Mana 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Daughter Mine|Tom talking to 2 mo. old Ray 🧊 (dad- miral’s version)

Her Silver-green Eyes|Tom holding Bay for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Little Bundle of Chaos|Ron holding Mana for the first time 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Our Little Blessing|Tom holding Ray for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

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The Howling Kerner’s|Beach Volleyball Game 📹

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Bloody Noses & Ice Cream|Bay & Ray fight for Mana’s sake. 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Our Protector|Meeting Bradley 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

In Your Absence|Big Brother Bradley steps up when Ice & Slider are deployed 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

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Do Me a Favor, Kill Me| Jr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

The Sparkle in Your Eye|Jr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Treat Her with the Respect She Deserves, Boys|Jr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dad’s version)

Absolutely Not!|Sr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

Second Times the Charm|Sr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dads’ version)

Hey Ya Big Stud, Dance with Me or Lose Me Forever!|Sr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Never That Close|Meeting Jake 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You’re Wayyyyyyy Outta His League!|Meeting Grace 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You Kissed Him? Like on Purpose?| Best friend to Boyfriend (🍀 version)

Nepo Babies; UNITE!|Meeting Alana 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

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