#g's asks

"I just really don't want to go. You know people are going to talk," Y/N said and craned her neck to look in the living room. The little girl with bright blue eyes was still being entertained by her uncle.

Mary sighed and turned to face her. There were two reasons why she hadn't stepped foot in Wabang in almost four years, one was sitting in the living room, and the other was tucked away in box she brought back from Texas.

"Can I stay home with Dad?" Y/N asked.

"No. Your father is going. Everyone in this house is going to church, bottom line. Now, is Lydia dressed?"

Y/N rolled her eyes one last time and pushed off the wall, going to the living room. The little girl looked up at Y/N as she walked in, and immediately held her hands out to her. Y/N smiled as she picked her up, and fixed the button up shirt she was wearing. A friend of her's mother had made it for her, it had small cherries on it.

"Grandma is making us go to church," Y/N said to her, "Say 'boo, grandma'." Lydia shook her head and smiled back, "Your momma's nice girl, huh?"

"Yes momma," Lydia responded.

"Dammit, y'all are still here," Y/N's dad, George, cursed as he walked into the house, "Thought I could miss the ride in."

"NO ONE IS MISSING CHURCH!"

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"We should've skipped church," Mary whispered to Y/N, as she tried to pay attention to what the pastor was saying. It was like a magnet had been drawn to the family, and all eyes were on them. They hadn't even shown up late to deserve this kind of attention. But Y/N knew it was partially because of her presence back in Wabang.

Y/N didn't think when she moved four years ago that she would ever come back. Her plan was set in stone; move to Austin, graduate from the University of Texas, find some rich farmer and marry into the family, and never return to Wabang. But life had a funny way of throwing curve balls at her. That curve ball ended up being a daughter of her own.

"Can we go?" Lydia turned and asked her mother.

"No baby, it's almost over, and then you'll go to Sunday school. It's a lot of fun," Y/N said to your daughter, and picked her up from the chair she was sitting in, and put her on your lap. She turned to nuzzle her head into Y/N's neck, trying to stay awake during the service. Her blue eyes looked around the church at the various community members, her eyes locking with a similar pair of blue ones from across the way.

Rhett tried not to stare at them when they walked into church. He was used to seeing Mary and George, and their youngest son Cody, but what he didn't expect was to see Y/N, walking up a beat behind them, with a little girl on her hip. He felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight. The two of them looked like they could be sisters, minus the blue eyes.

"If you don't stop staring, you'll set that girl on fire," Cecelia muttered, "It's impolite and I raised you better than that."

"Sorry," Rhett mumbled, and looked back down at the open bible in his lap for a beat, before looking back over at the two of them. Cecelia huffed in response, closing her bible and looking back up at the pastor.

When the service was over, Y/N and her parents stood outside catching up with some of the locals. She introduced Lydia to them, the little girl would smile at them. Y/N had expected some questionable looks, as she was unmarried and a mother. Y/N was just happy that the kept their comments to themselves for once, knowing how some of the old biddies could get.

"I'm going to take her down for Sunday school," Y/N said to Mary.

"Okay sweetheart," Mary said, "You be good Lydia, and maybe you can help grandma make a pie later."

"'Kay grandma!" Lydia smiled, and you set her down on her feet. She grabbed Y/N's hand as she walked down the steps to the church basement, where all the Sunday school class rooms were. Lydia kept mumbling the words of the last song from the service as they walked to find her class room.

"Oh!" "I'm-" Y/N jumped as she ran into someone. Y/N took a step back and looked at the familiar blue eyes that she was hoping to avoid by skipping church. n

"Rhett," Y/N said. Y/N felt Lydia move to hide behind her, unsure of the man in front of them, "Um, hi."

"Hi," Rhett said, giving her his classic half smile, "How ya been?"

"Good. How have you been? How's your folks?"

"Busy, with ranch stuff. . . riding bulls. Folks are good," Rhett answered, and cleared his throat, looking down at the little girl, "Who's that?" He nodded towards her.

Y/N sucked in a breath, and put a hand on her daughter's head, "This is Lydia. Lydia, can you say hi to Mr. Rhett?"

Lydia said a breathy "hi," and gave Rhett a small wave, still hiding behind her mom.

"She's shy," Rhett smiled, "She don't get that from you."

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed, with a smile, "No, she definitely gets that from her dad."

"How old are you, sweetheart?" Rhett asked Lydia. The little girl held up three fingers, "That's a big age. Old enough to start school."

"Don't get us started on the school thing. She had a complete meltdown about Cody starting school and her not being able to go with him," Y/N said.

"Now that is you, through and through," Rhett laughed.

Y/N shook her head with a smile, "I better get her to Sunday school," Y/N bent down to pick Lydia up and placed her on her hip, "Say bye to Mr. Rhett, Lyds." Lydia waved to the man as Y/N walked past him. Rhett smiled and waved goodbye to the little girl.

It wasn't until he was sitting in his truck in the church parking lot that it hit him.

"Holy fuck!" Rhett yelled, ". . . that's my kid."

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“She won’t remember any of that.” I mutter as Xaden offers a hand to me, leading me away from the hall. “I told her the same thing when she demanded Tairn tell Sgaeyl she needed to talk to me after we got back.” “You did?” I stop walking, our connected hands pulling him back. “It wasn’t a show I put on for you, Wren. I’m still serious about us, even if our deal was made under the influence of your execution.” He says softly, his fingers weaving through the ends of my loose hair. “Your hair is down.” He examines.  “Didn’t feel like putting it up.” I answer, watching as his hand trails to the new patches I swear. The three stars on my collar, the Fourth Wing patch, the Iron Squad patch from last year, and my newest edition this year, the compass patch that I had only ever seen on Dain and Imogen. “No longer signetless, huh?” he laughs, toying with the patch.

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Rhett was up before you, and for what reason, he couldn’t figure it out. His body was sore and tired from the bull he rode the other night. But there was something in him that was telling him to get up, and looking over to see you, still asleep, your pink lips parted and soft snores leaving your mouth, his heart fluttering.

You looked beautiful in the morning sun, your skin was giving off a soft glow. He smirked as he could see the love bites and hickeys he left from last night. He leaned gently on the bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, before heading down to the kitchen. 

He was surprised to see the kitchen and the house was vacant. He looked around the living room, only spotting the dog, Dodger, and no one else. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was half past 10, and his family was gone to church. Rhett sighed, and moved around the kitchen finding the mixings for french toast. 

You let out a soft groan as you stretched out your muscles, your eyes squinting as you looked around the quiet bedroom. You clutched the bedsheet to your chest as you looked around, trying to spot your boyfriend, but was coming up empty. You pushed the covers back, your feet landing on the cold hardwood floor, and grabbed the first shirt you saw on the ground, putting it over your head. You walked over to Rhett’s dresser, basically on autopilot, and grabbed a pair of his boxers. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you walked down the stairs, your contacts slightly irritated as you had slept in them last night. 

You hadn’t intended to end up at the Abbott house, but it had just happened. Usually, you and Rhett would go back to your apartment, it was one, away from his parents, and two, closer to the bar. But after Rhett’s ride, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle on the couch and watch movies with you. So that’s what you did. The intended soft movie night turned into a soft makeout session on the couch like a couple of teenagers, and it turned into dry humping and feeling one another up. Then Rhett was leading you up to his room, as you giggled like a teenage girl all over again walking up to Rhett’s room, sneaking past his parents and brother’s doors. 

Rhett hadn’t heard you come into the kitchen, he was too lost in his cooking and the old country songs playing through the speaker. You could hear the sounds of Garth Brooks’ guitar as you leaned against the doorway, and watched as he titled his head back to sing the chorus loudly. 

“Operator won’t you put me on through? I gotta send my love down to Baton Rouge!,” Rhett turned slightly, and could see you standing in the doorway, a smile on your face as you watched him, “Hurry up, won’t you put her on the line? I gotta talk to my girl just one more time!” 

Rhett walked his way over to you, holding his hand out to you. You took it, and he quickly pulled you in close, wrapping one arm around your waist, and you placed a hand on his shoulder. He easily danced you around the kitchen to the song, it was a familiar dance to the both of you, and it helped that Rhett was a good dancer too. He spun you around, and placed your back against his front, and kissed your neck causing you to giggle. 

“Morning baby,” Rhett said, against your skin. 

“Morning handsome,” You said, and turned around, putting your arms around his neck, “You were up early?” 

“Had to make my girl breakfast, wore you out last night,” Rhett smirked, and you shook your head, blushing and burying your face into his chest, “Go on, sit down, I’ll fix you a plate.” He kissed your cheek and pulled away from you and walked over to the stove to make you a plate.