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Merry Christmas Ana!

"Is there really no one else who could do this? Not that I don’t trust you with a sharp object, but… I don’t." The redhead looked up from the gash along his side that needed to be stitched up, giving Tyler a quirked brow and he saw the devilish look in her eyes. That look told him she would give him another gash if he didn’t shut up and it had a low laugh coming from him. Chloe was still, at the very least, ten minutes away and this couldn't wait much longer. "I think you’re going to enjoy this," he mumbled and saw the way the corner of her lips twitched into the slightest of smiles. She was twisted and would likely be the death of him one day—only if his mother didn’t get to him first. Tyler tilted his head back, readying himself for the pain of a likely horrible stitch job. Instead, he felt her hand resting against his chest, as if pushing him back a little more before a kiss was pressed to his lips. His bloodstained hand reached up and tangled in her red locks of hair, keeping her close and letting himself linger. He kissed his wife deeply and soon felt ease wash over him. "Mon amour." Tyler heard the words slip from her lips as she pulled back. Eyes were locked on her for a moment before he nodded his head and soon leaned back. She didn’t need his approval, but he was grateful she waited for it before stitching him up.

"I’ll make it up to you later, baby." With her head tilted back, she watched the way Nick’s eyes scanned her face. One of his hands lifted to rest it along her jaw with his thumb brushing over her lips. She hummed against his thumb and soon heard the photographer shout that they got the shot they needed. That was enough to have a smile on Nick’s lips, knowing they were finally done, and it had a grin on Lottie’s features before she pulled his thumb into her mouth to gently bite down.

This was his happiness, this was his comfort. A hand lifted to tangle his fingers in her hair, keeping her against his neck as his eyes drifted shut and Tyler knew he wouldn’t ever give this up for anything.

[ text - asshole 💩 ] your costume was good, btw. we didn't really talk at your party, but the queen of horror approves. [ text - asshole 💩 ] mine was better, but it's literally my time to shine, so ofc i had to live up to it. plus, i thought about it for months and put a lot into it. [ text - asshole 💩 ] also, when you called me the queen of horror, was that a compliment or an insult? were you say that i know all things horror related or were you saying i'm a horror in general? be careful of your answer or else i will push you in a pool.

[ text - hubby 💞 ] i know we've got a lot to plan for the wedding, but we need to talk about the holidays this year as well. [ text - hubby 💞 ] we'll have your mom and my mom coming to visit, obviously, but how many others are coming for dinners? [ text - hubby 💞 ] i can currently think of at least nine others and i know i'm forgetting people, so we should talk about that tonight.

How many times had she been told to stop wear heels? Talia lost count at this point. She didn’t exactly need them for work considering she could style herself in anything while styling anyone else, but she’d grown accustom to them long ago. Being so far along in her pregnancy and wearing heels though? It wasn’t ideal and Talia told herself today was the last time. The moment she came home, she started a bath and quickly let herself soak in it, dipping her toes deep in the water to let her feet relax. It didn’t take long for Theo to come home and find her there, joining her shortly after. When he did and lifted her foot to start rubbing it the same as he did nearly every night at this point, she couldn’t hold back the content sigh that came from her and that earned her a look from her husband. "Don’t you dare look at me like that," she spoke, squinting her eyes as if to glare at him, though the corner of her lips betrayed her when they tugged upward. "Today was my last day wearing heels until this little one joins us. I promise. I can’t do it anymore." Talia shook her head and leaned back in the bath, letting Theo massage one foot and quickly making his way to the next, helping to put her at ease completely.

[ text - husband 💞 ] we need more peanut butter. actually, i'll text you a list later. we need a few things. [ text - husband 💞 ] do you think you can read to her again tonight? she already loves the sound of your voice so much and she's been kicking away all day. i think you're the only one who can calm her down. [ text - husband 💞 ] i'll be soaking in the bath when you get home. don't make me wait too long, okay? i miss you.