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beverly flips onto her back, any sort of romantic time between her and elijah is cut short by the short of aster crying, which pulls her out of bed and tugging elijah with her into the nursey. ‘ what was the plan again ? ‘ she says teasingly, picking up aster before moving to settle onto the chair they had placed next to their crib, sighing softly as she shifts her shirt downwards and aster laches on and goes quiet almost instantly; the only sounds coming from them are soft little baby noises and it has beverly smiling all the while. she gently caresses their head as they feed before glancing at elijah with a little scrunch of her nose. ‘ we can put the plan on hold for now, because i think someone is a little too hungry to let us go that easily. ‘

‘ what i like ....? ‘ she questions, shyly as always, nose scrunching up in an almost bunny-like manner as she thinks for a moment. then she cups his face, so careful in how she does, before using her other hand to search for his hand; taking it in her own and guiding his hand under her blouse, swallowing hard at the feeling of his fingers slipping under the fabric. guiding his hand until it rested on one of her breasts, the only thing preventing skin-to-skin contact was her bra and something about that fact made her even more flustered. ‘ can- can you take my blouse off for me ..... please, eli ? ‘

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"Did you want to stop me?" It rolls smooth off his tongue, deep like honey and hickory smoked, its consonants all warm with his choice of drink: whiskey, amber-twinkled against the lights. The lampposts shimmer. They gleam and wink. They light the busy street, foodcarts queued with restless pedestrians as he takes a table fresh out of work. It’s nine p.m., the half-moon swaddling. He whirls his tumbler. He eyes them, needling. “Or are you hoping I stop you?” Cường wonders. Your loneliness... Are you?

taemin feels like they’re in trouble, despite there being no harm in their intentions, only wanting to impress elijah; unwilling to admit how much they see him as a big brother. they swallow hard, brows drawing together as they look at their hands, fidgeting with their fingers. unable to help the way that tears begin to blur their vision, voice shaking somewhat when they speak. ‘ they were sayin’ shit about you, i- i couldn’t just let them. ‘ wiping at their nose, blood coming back on their hand and wincing at the bruise on their cheek when hand accidentally hits said area. they weren’t one to fight, evident in their injuries, their bark was always louder than their bite. tears spill down their cheeks, sniffling as they finally look up at elijah. ‘ i- i ruined things for you, didn’t i ? ‘

beverly feels more emotional about this than she feels like she should be, she knows that he will come back, there is no chance that he would leave her; he’s just going to get groceries, knowing fully well that beverly has been put on bed rest for the most part, trying to keep her from going into labor any earlier than she needs to. but we all know that, any child of elijah’s, is going to be impatient when it comes to making their grand entrance. she lets out a soft huff, eyes beginning to water as she frowns somewhat. ‘ pinky promise ? ‘ she looks at him with puppy eyes, all unintentional, as she holds her pinky out for him with her free hand; her opposite hand resting on her stomach as the baby gives her a light kick. ‘ can we video call when you get there ? i wanna still be able to see you. ‘

 “don’t kill the vibe- drink!”