#ohsy

It can bring joy, and also sorrow. Silence doesn't give an answer to questions, whereas at other times, silence is the only answer. Silence can be a suffocating cover, a restraint separating one from the world. But silence can also be a blanket, comforting one when there was no choice but to live separated from the world.

And right now, it was her cover, her comfort. It gave her time, which might very well be the last hours she spent on earth, to be with herself.

To think, to reminiscence, to laugh, to cry, with herself.

Letting her remind herself that she had come on this earth alone, and she will have to leave, alone. No matter how much she loves the others, or the others love her.

She remembers Alekhya, her stoic little baby, crying as if it was her life in danger. How Idhayan couldn't even come to the phone to talk to her, and all she could hear was silent sobs in the background.

But the conversation that hurt her the most was the one with her dad. He had seen her mom die, 16 years ago. And now, he was losing his eldest daughter, but there was nothing he could do about it. Behind the tough mask was a pain that escaped into his voice at times, and every time it did, she wanted to cry, and assure him that she will live to see tomorrow.

But she couldn't.

All she could do was pray, that even after her, they find their happiness. That their world never stops revolving, even in her absence.

Every moment she had spent in the room felt like a lifetime. Slowly being pushed towards the end by a strong and persistent force she just couldn't counter, even with all her might.

She remembers the faces that peek through the only connection of the room with the world outside. The world that didn't exist for her at the moment. The smiles of her friends were lost in the air, their eyes bloodshot with the tears that they tried to put a constraint on.

The silence lets her mind echo their laughs, their jokes, their teases around her. Lets her remember every word of them. Lets her hold them till the last of her breaths.

She missed the night sky. Gazing at the stars, taking their light within her. Letting the moon shine over her soul, make her its child.

She would have searched for her mother in the vast sky. Would have told her that the wait is over. That she was soon coming to meet her. That this is what destiny's plan was.

And amidst all, two ice blue orbs shine in front of her. The tears unshed that linger at their corner. The pain that hid perfectly in his labyrinthine heart. The rush that his mind carried out, pulling all stops in an attempt to save her.

She remembers the kiss outside his apartment, the soft-touch familiar to her. The memory was prized, she wanted to keep it in her heart till the end of time. The end of time was here.

He had told the world he wasn't single. Well, now his words are going to be proven wrong. Sorry, she mutters to him wordlessly, hoping that it reaches him.

The endless chain of thoughts, memories, regrets, and joys end as the door open. A curtain of plastic shines in the bright luminesce. Only when the steps come closer, do they reveal him, behind a hazmat suit.

"I came to check on upon you"

He moves to sit on the stool, but her signal beckons him to sit beside her. He does, wanting to spend every moment with her.

His subconscious shouts at him for thinking that she would leave. It tries to convince him that they are meant to be. That their time together had just begun. That it couldn't end this soon.

But the doubt, the fear of losing her forever to destiny makes him want to cry. Cry just like he did when his mother left him, only to never come back. Cry just like he did when he thought that he had lost every chance of curing his mentor.

They were still the parts of his life. But right now, he was losing his life, his strength, his pillar. The hand he wanted to hold till the end of his life. And there's nothing he could do to stop it.

His hand strokes her hair, as she lay close to him, their hearts beating in unison. The urge to feel her soft skin against his, to kiss her forehead, to intertwine his fingers with hers, had never been as strong as it was at the moment.

Her eyes look up at him. They say a hundred words. The expression of affection and pain, regret and sorrow, and a melancholy, linger in them. But there was something that broke his already shredded heart into a billion minuscule pieces, no hope of them ever getting back together.

It was... Acceptance.

She had accepted her fate. She had accepted that today, it all ended. Her life. But his own too, along with hers.

A strange desperateness grips his heart.

He wanted to light one lamp that could once again bring the glow of hope in her heart. There had to be something, anything, that would give her a reason to strive. To hold on to that breath she had accepted she would have to give up.

Looking into her ambers which now gaze at an unknown point, his heart leaps into a pace just minutely faster.

Being close to her, wasn't something he wanted. It was something he needed, a bare necessity of life. He remembers those tumultuous days of living without being able to touch her, to feel her soft skin. The push, the staying away. Every moment just brings them closer to each other than leading apart.

A truth, a realization that had struck him weeks, months ago floats back to him. The clock ticks steadily and time slips beyond his reaches. He shifts a little, his heart trying to convince his mind and doing a great job at it.

Her eyes, which had closed for a moment, suddenly open up. There's an anxiousness interjected in the calm breaths she had been taking and her hand moves to hold his hazmat suit-clad one.

"Don't leave yet" Her voice is more than a request, and he feels a tear slipping out. No more convincing was needed. He knew what he had to do, and he wasn't going to waste a single second.

"I am not leaving, Rookie." Her hold on his hand became a tad bit stronger. "Not now, not ever."

He urges her to look up to him, and as she does, he feels their eyes glowing with the same intensity.

"I ran a lot. Out of fear, out of cowardice. I put on a facade of stoicism when on the inside I was breaking with the distance between us. I thought it was for the better, me staying away from you." He sees the tears glistening in her eyes "But it was for the worse."

"I am glad you realized" She tries to offer him a tiny smile, but the tears curtain it.

"Every day I spent with you, and without you, has led me to a realization. A realization that didn't exist before you came into my life. A feeling I never understood until I met you."

He tucks a stray lock behind her ear and brings the hand of hers that held his to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on it.

"I love you, Pooja. And I want you to know, that this is not the end. There are going to be hundreds of days of me saying it to you. I will not let you leave me, not so soon."

"I don't intend on doing it." A mellow giggle made him smile. He loved seeing her this way, smiling till the end of time. And every time he knew that he was the reason behind it, his world seemed to stop and a merry spring comes around.

"Ethan, I love you too. Always and forever." She raises herself with slight difficulty, placing a kiss on his lips through the hazmat suit. By now, both of their tears fell freely, all restraints that ever existed out of the window. The kisses are intermixed with gazes that say the three words over and over again.

Love.

He never believed in it.

Neurochemical response was what he thought it to be.

But today, it felt as if a new definition of love had opened up in front of him. It was something he couldn't capture in any amount of words.

For him, love was finding a soul to trust after being broken over and over again by the people closest to one. Love was finding a home, not in the four walls but in a person's heart. Love was having that shoulder on which one could lay their head along with all woes and joy. Love was having a hand to hold for an eternity, knowing that he would never lose it.

Love was what he felt when he was with her.

His Pooja. His Rookie.

In their world, communication occurred through gazes. And that's what went on, as they lay in silence, talking about nothings and everythings. His only wish was to make her smile, while hers was to hold on, till the end.

Time passed like a rapid river current, not stopping even for the mightiest rocks. And suddenly, surprising them both, the door flung open. For a moment, worry clouded both of their features, hearts beating faster as if preparing for the worst-case scenarios.

"Ethan, we have found a cure."

PS: And the saga of angst continues. I want to write fluff so bad but my brain said "No😘"... I hate it here. Also, thank you very very much for reading & I am extremely grateful for you🤍

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Noises.

Whispers. 

Voices.

Every day, Ethan would stumble upon a series of pointless and trivial sounds that served no purpose. Insubstantial. Purely hollow vibrations that traveled through the air and reached his ears; nothing less, nothing more. 

But this sound—the soothing and silvery tune that came out of her—is different.

“Good morning, sayang.”

Vibrant glow of the sunrise poured into their bedroom as Marchia slowly said those three words. Her eyes were closed shut, but her hands roamed to his bare chest; unwilling to let the hustle and bustle of the outside world whisk her boyfriend away.

Her voice—deeper and raspier than usual—was always one of the first things that greeted him in the early hours of the morning, followed by her special pet name for him: sayang. 

It sounded rather odd, at first, hearing her vocalize sayang using the sound of ‘A’ from the word father—which was due to the fact that pronunciation of vowels in the Indonesian language differ slightly from English.

Yet, the lovable nickname stuck. Effortlessly securing a place in his heart.

He could easily sense it—how she uttered these terms of endearment with ease, tenderness, admiration for him. As if the final piece of a puzzle was being slotted into its rightful place: he knew that the sobriquet was made for him.

Meant for him—the man who thought he was unworthy of love.

“Hahahaha! Stop it, E!”

Then comes her laughter. 

Marchia’s laugh is just like the rest of her: genuine, bubbly, and sweet. Her lighthearted and contagious fit of giggles would instantaneously reverberate around the room, attracting curious passersby that heard the echo of it.

The mellifluous sound came to his ears as a tickle and bounce; only those who have a stone-cold heart could do anything but to join in such generous mirth. It had easily became an addiction—wanting to make her laugh again and again, so that he could hear the precious melody as much as possible.

If a person did not already love Marchia just from hearing the way she talks, then her laughter would probably change that. Full of warmth and life, he knew that somewhere within her high pitched giggle of delight was a piece of herself.

An honest rumblings of her soul.

His most favorite sound, however, is the coquettish and flirtatious remarks that taunts the primal instincts within him. 

“Like what you see, Ramsey?”

Gazing into his eyes, she spoke with a lover’s voice: low, sultry, with a hint of playfulness slipping in the air between them. He listened closely to every word, every phrase, every syllable—inevitably making him weak in the knees.

“Ethan.”

Marchia would call him—no, tease him—using that voice. That lustful, erotic voice that would twirl in the air and embrace him, leaving love marks that are invisible to the naked eyes. 

She breathed his name solemnly, reverently; lips trembling at the crook where his neck met his shoulder. Ethan could hear that raspy little drop as she purred once more against the shell of his ear, vanquishing the last of his control.

Maddening.

“I need you inside me.”

Quick gasps, light moans, heady whispers—a harmonious symphony of sound that brought him to ecstasy. It was all he could hear, it was all he could understand, and he will always want more. More of them, more of her.

Like dangling from a cliff’s edge; every sound that came from her passionate and heavenly voice tipped him, pushed him, until he succumbed to gravity and fell,

Fell,

Fell.

He fell deeper into her.

Fell deeper into the sound of her.

Additional A/N: Have I corrected the way you say ‘sayang’ in Indonesian? Lololol. Praying that the tags won’t go cuckoo on me again. 🥴

A blissful silence settled in the room as Ethan tossed his house keys onto the kitchen countertop. Flicking the switches as the lights turned on in his house. A large suburban white painted house that he and Alyssa bought a few years ago. Ethan’s eyes wandered around the living room, taking in the quiet. Alyssa wasn’t home yet which gave Ethan the time to head to his study. Clambering up the stairs and going to the first door on his left, a spacious room with forest green walls. A metal case of shelves with wooden baskets filled with stationary, was diagonally placed in the corner to the door. Directly opposite the door was a mahogany table with a cushioned wheeled office chair.

To the left of the door, was a red and green small plastic table and bench. Crayons and pencils were scattered on the table and floor, there were sheets of coloured papers with indiscernible scribbles. The furrow in Ethan’s eyebrows relaxed as he slipped off his black cashmere jacket and hung it on a hook to the left of him. Crouching by the small kids table and glanced at the drawings, noting the curved shapes to be attempts at writing. Writing what exactly? He wasn’t too sure. 

Nathan and Savannah were the smartest kids he knew. Why wouldn’t they be though, since their parents were the acclaimed doctors of Bloom Edenbrook’s diagnostics team. Ethan put their drawings in a woven basket which had a label of ‘kids’, he held onto all the crayons and pencils and placed them in their respective labelled pots. Placing the pots in their woven basket and placing their basket on top of the shelf unit. Alyssa probably didn’t have time to tidy up their mess because they were spending the afternoon and evening with Alyssa’s friends.

Maybe now was a good time to get started on his project as he pulled out a basket and took out a few sheets of thick matte paper and an envelope. Bringing them over to his desk and seating himself, opening a drawer in his desk. He took out a few ink pens and placed the pens next to his paper, his eyes darted to the wooden picture frame of Alyssa and their three kids: Allison, Nathan and Savannah. He still couldn’t believe that he was theirs, and they were his. It was only yesterday, when he and Alyssa were in the reception, treating for a thoracotomy and now they had a house and kids.

Ethan knew what he had to do as soon as he brought his pen to the paper, the words flew right through him as he wrote. The memories of his kids flooding his brain with a warm familiar glow.

~~~~~~

“Out of the way!”

Ethan rushed down the stairs, shoving past nurses and doctors before slamming the corridor door open to the maternity ward. Sienna was hot on his heels as he growled and grimaced at people, his eyes went to the pager as a message from Naveen popped up. ‘4cm dilated’. Ethan was close as he weaved through a never ending maze of Edenbrook’s corridors. In the distance he spotted Naveen, his dad Alan, and his daughter Allison were looking into the window of one of the maternity rooms.

“Ethan! There you are!”

“Daddy!”

His crinkled grumpy face relaxed at the sight of Allison. Five years old with a knack for mischief and a carbon copy of himself. She had his eyes and ears but Alyssa’s nose, lips and hair. Alan was taking care of Allison while Ethan and his wife were working, however, Alyssa’s contraction pains strengthened and her constant lavatory needs indicated that she needed to be checked in. Naveen came up to stand beside Ethan; who took Allison into his arms.

“Naveen, how is she?”

“Well the contractions are hurting and I have a feeling the babies are coming now. Dr. Delarosa is in there with her. Are you ready Ethan?”

Ethan gave a nod as he turned to Allison, a calm gentle smile reserved for her.

“Time to get your new siblings. You okay to wait here with Uncle Naveen and Grandpa?”

“Yeah! Uncle Naveen is buying me chocolate!”

Ethan quirked a brow at his mentor, who in return stuck with a confident grin before Ethan placed Allison down. Naveen clasped his hand around her tiny hand and led her to the staff break room, whilst listening to her ramblings about her new siblings. Ethan took a deep breath as Alan stepped up to rest his hand on his shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Ethan smiled and was about to step into the room, when something held him still. His buried nerves leaked through his wall as memories of Dolores seeped to his front. Alyssa was pregnant with twins, that alone carried several complications in terms of the positioning of the babies, possible post partum haemorrhage. On top of that she was one week late, twins born post due date carry risks to the mother and the babies.

A flash of baby Ethan in the NICU drained the warmth from his face and he felt like he was drowning. He couldn’t breathe as he pressed a hand against the door ledge, bowing his head as Alan stood beside him. Alan could tell Ethan was panicking. His shoulders shook as Alan gently probed.

“Ethan?”

“What if something happens?”

“Boston’s famous doctor is worried about a twin birth? Ethan, you’ve done this before. You know what to do.”

“It’s different. Alyssa is in there. She’s the patient. What if I can’t make the right decision?”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey. You are a diagnostician. A famous one at that. You look at the possibilities before you make your decision. You have it in you son. Plus she’s a fighter. She won’t back down. But she needs you. Be brave and if you can’t be brave, be brave for her. She needs your support.”

His father’s words felt like a warm wash of life as he inhaled the air, exhaling his anxieties and giving a steady nod. Ethan smiled at his father before pushing open the door to step into the room, stepping into action to help make Alyssa’s labour as easy as possible.

~~~~~~

“Daddy! When is Twilight Sparkle coming?”

“In a bit. If you finish your lunch, then she’ll come.”

“Daddy! Will she bring a lot of presents for us?”

“An average amount, Nathan.”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched over the several little kids munching on their mini pizza slices and tater tots. It was the twins’ birthday today and the two of them invited their whole class to celebrate, the sun was shining as the kids sat on picnic blankets. The Ramseys’ had a spacious garden which could hold for nearly twenty five kids and several adults. Bryce, Jackie and Elijah were keeping an eye on the kids as Ethan slipped away to the kitchen where Alyssa was sat on a breakfast stool with her foot in Sienna’s lap. Aurora was beside them as she carefully tapped a finger against the swollen skin near her ankle. Jenner paced on his paws with nervous energy as he whined at his mom, Alyssa.

“Alyssa has sprained her ankle … Ethan.”

The friends still had a difficult time addressing Ethan by his first name but he paid no heed to it as Alyssa tried to come off the stool, trying to brush off the pain.

“It’s nothing, I’m sure I’ll be fine as long as I don’t walk on it.”

Ethan sighed rather exasperatedly as he folded his arms at his wife. That motion alone made Alyssa meekly smile and remain in her seat. Aurora handed her a cool pack for Alyssa to use for her sprain. She knew that she needed to rest her ankle but the twins would be so upset.

“Fine. But how are we going to solve the entertainment issue?”

At that moment the front door opened and closed as Alan strode in with a confident excited gait. He had a white cardboard box in his hands as he hummed and placed the box on the table, unveiling it to reveal a My Little Pony cake with ‘Happy 4th Birthday! Nathan and Savannah’. Alan’s brows sagged at the sight of his daughter-in-law.

“What happened?”

“I … fell.”

Ethan resorted to pinching the bridge of his nose before explaining the story. The children were showing off dance moves and there was a little girl who was showing off her gymnastics ability. Alyssa thought she could show off her talent by demonstrating a cartwheel, unfortunately her cartwheel was aimed the wrong way and Alyssa landed awkwardly in a bush with her legs askew. Alan smiled at Alyssa as he realised that there was an issue of entertainment since Alyssa was planning to dress up as the kids’ favourite character, Twilight Sparkle.

“I guess that means Alyssa can’t be Twilight Sparkle.”

Sienna gave a nod and spoke up.

“Aurora, Jackie and I would do it but I don’t think there’s enough time for any of us to learn everything about My Little Pony. The kids are gonna see right through us.”

“It’s a conundrum.”

Everyone took a moment to think before Alan’s eyes twinkled with an idea.

“I have an idea. Sienna, start watching some My Little Pony, I’ll stall the kids. ‘Lyssa, where did you keep your guitar?”

Alyssa’s eyes twinkled as she informed Alan of the guitar, to which Aurora ran up to search for it. It seemed everyone knew what to do, everyone except for Ethan, who placed his hands on his hips, turning to his father.

“Would you mind clueing me into your plan?”

“A little singing will have the kids distracted while Aurora, Alyssa and Sienna get ready. The kids will love it!”

At that moment, Bryce popped his head through the glass garden doors, there’s a slight line of sweat near the crown of his neck as he nervously glances back.

“The kids are going rabid if Twilight Sparkle doesn’t come in the next five minutes.”

Aurora rushed back down and handed Alan a brown varnished acoustic guitar, a gift from Alyssa’s patient Remy. Alan hung the strap over his shoulder and strutted outside to where all the kids shrieked and yelled.

“Okay kids! Who’s gonna sing the My Little Pony theme song?”

Ethan went out and noticed all the kids sitting at their picnic blankets, bopping and singing while Alan strummed the tune of the My Little Pony theme song. Ethan and Rafael took the time to begin cleaning up the rubbish whilst Bryce, Elijah and Jackie kept an eye out for Sienna, Aurora and Alyssa. All the kids and the twins were enraptured, even Jenner was happily panting to the music. Alan was going through a list of songs going from the My Little Pony Theme Song, to the lime and coconut song and to  the rhinestone cowboy.Not long after, Alan got a thumbs up from Bryce and Jackie to which Alan smiled and announced.

“Now children! There is someone who’d like to wish two special children a Happy Birthday!”

Nathan and Savannah jumped up with excited shrieks as Alan strummed the music of the theme song and out came Twilight Sparkle. It was Sienna donning a purple sparkly dress, wings protruding from the back and a dark wig flowing off her shoulders. Her unicorn headband was fixed into the wig and her purple make-up shone in the sun as Sienna skipped towards the kids, tossing bounds of glitter.

Aurora and Jackie were helping Alyssa settle on a deck chair as the twins hugged and cried at the fact that Twilight Sparkle had come to their party. Ethan and Alyssa sent a thankful smile as Alan returned their smile, everyone’s faces warming at the twin’s excitement.

~~~~~~

Ethan used the back of his hand to wipe off the sweat on his brow as he pushed the front door of his apartment open. Baby Allison happily chewed on her yellow teether while bouncing in the baby sling, strapped across Ethan’s chest. Alyssa was working at the hospital after spending four months at home and it was Ethan’s turn to stay home with Allison. He was glad he opted for a loose linen shirt and khaki trousers as the Boston heat was slowly racking up. Ethan had gone out to buy some ingredients for their dinner: stir fried tofu and broccoli. 

Alyssa would need some good comfort food after going back to work and he knew that Chinese would delight her. He unclipped one arm strap, pressing a palm to hold up Allison before unclipping the other to carry his daughter to her high chair in the kitchen. Allison was teething so he handed her a teething ring to help Allison improve motor skills. His daughter smiled and babbled at the sight of her dad as Ethan pressed a kiss onto his daughter’s forehead.

Allison was a daddy’s girl since she would whine and cry with Alyssa, but when it came to Ethan, Allison babbled and laughed. Alyssa was sure that she would say ‘Dada’. Ethan grinned as Jenner padded into the kitchen, bringing himself up to stand on his hind legs beside Allison. The dog was protective and loving to Allison as she tried to swat at Jenner’s nose.

“Jenner, keep an eye on her.”

Jenner barked as Ethan began taking out utensils and the shopping to get started. Draining the water from the tofu and breaking up the broccoli into florets. Every so often, his eyes would wander to his little girl on the high chair. Ethan still couldn’t believe the fact that he was a father. A living breathing child was in his care, one he made with the woman he loved as his eyes glistened at the memories of her birth. Despite expecting for children to not be in the cards for him, life had a way of telling him that it was always the case.

As Ethan stared longingly at his daughter, Jenner could smell something faintly burning; turning his head to hear a loud crackle and pop. Jenner barked furiously which had Ethan snap out and realise the onions and garlic had burnt in the wok, the broccoli was charred beyond recognition as Ethan turned off the induction hob. The loud barks caused Allison to startle and little beads of tears streamed down her face.

His heart lurched as he immediately stalked to his daughter to take her in his arms and get her to settle down. It was the first time in a long time that Ethan burnt dinner as he exhaled at the time on his wrist watch. Alyssa would be home in an hour and it was too late to restart. He didn’t have enough ingredients and he couldn’t whip up something else in time for Alyssa to sink her teeth into.

At that moment his phone rang as Ethan reached into his pocket to rest the phone between his ear and shoulder, while bouncing a teary Allison in his lap.

“Ethan Ramsey.”

“Ethan.” The corner of Ethan’s lips curled upwards at the recognition of his father’s voice. “I’m just about ten minutes away from your home. Alyssa invited me to have dinner, do you need anything?”

Ethan glanced at the mess behind him, a low exhale left his lips.

“Can you please pick up some Chinese on your way here?”

It wasn’t long when Alan arrived with several bags of Chinese take out from Xing-Fu’s Restaurant. Ethan took the bags from Alan and set up the dining table while Alan took the time to talk and play with his granddaughter, Jenner wagged his tail rapidly as he watched Alan and Allison. Not long after the kitchen was clear and the dinner table was set, Alyssa had entered the apartment with a smile on her face.

She took a moment to freshen up before joining the Ramseys at the dinner table. Her eyes sparkled at the array of side dishes as she pecked Ethan’s cheek before digging rather ravenously into the food. All the tension from the day melted under the spicy heat of duck and the softness of lotus buns. Ethan and Alan share a knowing smile as they too get stuck into their meal, Allison smiles and babbles in her high chair next to Alyssa. Glad to have her mother with her.

~~~~~~

The memories faded as Ethan lifted his pen from the letter, a soft nostalgic smile brushed on his face as he pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A faint sound of the front door opened as excited chirps and barking fluttered into his study. The kids, Jenner and Alyssa were home as Ethan smiles at the incoming thunder steps, spinning his office chair to the direction of the door. The twins come tumbling in and launch themselves into Ethan’s arms, not giving a chance for Ethan to pay attention to their chatter. Jenner is sitting at the entrance of the door, while Allison stands behind him with her hand scratching the top of his fur. 

“Nathan, Savannah! I cannot understand your rambling.”

“Yeah, they had a lot of pastries. Aunt Sienna made a lot of cakes and biscuits.”

Ethan shook his head with a teasing grin at the twins. The two of them hid their mouths as Nathan denied.

“No we didn’t. Ally did!”

“Liar, I saw you two take two slices of the chocolate fudge cake.”

“No! You’re dreaming Ally.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow at his troublesome twins but pressed long kisses into their hair. Savannah leaned over his shoulder and noticed the pen and paper before pressing her two palms on Ethan’s face, forcing him to look directly at her as she asked.

“Are you drawing without us?”

Ethan shook his head as he explained.

“I’m making a gift for grandpa.”

“Are you gonna give it to him tomorrow?”

Before he could answer, Alyssa appeared at the door with her hands on her hips, dressed in a green cotton dress and brown knee high boots. Her mom voice was coming through as she moved her eyes between the troublesome twins.

“Nathan and Savannah. Time for bed. We’ve got to wake up early tomorrow if you want to spend the whole day with Grandpa.”

“Do we have to?”

Ethan stood up and held on to the twins as he smartly urged.

“Come on if you get dressed for bed, you can stay up late tomorrow.”

The twins gasped as they scrambled off Ethan’s arms and rushed to their bedroom to get into their pyjamas. A small smile curled up on Alyssa’s lips as she turned to the eldest Ramsey child.

“You too, Ally!”

“But Mom!”

“Come on.”

Ethan steps up to the doorway and sweetly kisses his wife as she cupped his cheek.

“You coming?”

“Just finishing up.”

Alyssa gave a nod and led her daughter away to her bedroom, Jenner obediently bounding behind them. Ethan returned to his desk to read over the last words he wrote.

Look at me now. I’m a dad.

Thank you for making me the man I am today.

Love,

FANFICTION

~ETHAN X MC~ 

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@ajstarfury​ - “Suadade”

ANGST CATEGORY

@oliveiraveiro​ - “Druken Nights and Unspoken Words”

FLUFF CATEGORY

@thundergom​- “One Step Foward, Two Steps Back”

FANART

Includes both, art featuring only LI and art featuring the both

ETHAN

Rookie- @misadrawss​ - LINK TO ART

Attending- @keepcreative​ - LINK TO ART

BRYCE

@yaushie​ - LINK TO ART

RAFAEL

Rookie- @theo-oface​ - LINK TO ART

Scalpel Jockey- @europeanguy​ - LINK TO ART

AESTHETICS

Includes both, aesthetics featuring only LI and art featuring the both

ETHAN- @mvalentine​ - “Code Blue”

BRYCE- @elfilibusterismo​ - “Bryce Lahela”

Once again CONGRATULATIONS !!!!