#queenmaybelline

That had been nearly two weeks ago and they’d done very little in those two weeks. Had barely even left the house as they soaked up every possible moment with each other. “Zo,” he called, wandering down the hall in search of his wife. “Darlin, what’cha doin’?”

Miraculously, Roman still had a heart. He was starting to lose both faith and confidence in the world ever since his ex-wife was given custody of children she didn’t care about. But if it meant wounding their father, the psychopathic bitch would do it. If he wasn’t working he was finding a connection at his job; anyone that could help him turn their retrial in his favor so he could take his two beautiful girls back. So far it had been fruitless, but the Moroi was determined to make something right. This innate desire was most of the reason why he found himself more involved in affairs he would have turned a blind eye to in the past. 

Cody had been planning the proposal for weeks. Since before he’d come home. In between missions, during his rare down time, he’d sent emails and called in favors. Gotten his mom to promise she would let him have his grandmother’s ring. Still, the day of seemed to creep up on him until it was right there and he felt like nothing was ready. Like there was no way he would be able to pull off surprising Zoey. 

His family was in town and the kids, all of them, had been tasked with keep Zoey distracted while he put the last minute finishing touches on everything. He wasn’t worried they would spill the beans...well the twins might, but Michael would keep them in check. 

The backyard was decorated with candles and the sun had started to set which mean that Zoey should have been getting back home soon - led back by Michael and his probably somewhat not convincing lie to get her home.

Suit on, Cody waited in the middle of the backyard, sure that Zoey would come looking for him when she got home to a dark, quiet house.

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Alright, so this is a LOT of hearts. So you can have a few people.

Let’s start with @thestoriesincoffeestainsx - okay, fake compliment first - seeing some of her muses inspired my Charmed rewatch - so she gets compliments and kudos for using way under used faces for her muses. Real compliment. Real compliment - dude! they have like a million and one muses and they’re all such distinct peoples which makes it more than a pleasure to write with them. 

Let’s go to @unadulteratedcreativity - okay so she’s the best because she doesn’t ever say no to me, which is totally a fake compliment. But it still makes me happy. Really though, she’s so creative with the way that she writes and she really knows her threads and her muses like the back of her hand. 

“But I just cleaned the kitchen and I put leftovers in the fridge.” Ainsley mock mouted at the man. She couldn’t stop the smile that was trying to slip onto her face though as she watched him swallow down his moutful of sandwich. “Are you gonnaclean up after yourself after I’ve distracted you with my adorable face or before?” 

Who is it?

“You look mad,” Patrick answered, looking anywhere but actually at Mason. He hadn’t meant to scare his partner but sometimes the castle walls got suffocating and he had needed to get out. Have a beer or something to clear his head, especially as their wedding drew closer and closer. But things never went to plan and he could only have been as careful as other people on the roads were. Pat was just thanking his lucky stars that he was alive to be yelled at.

His whole body hurt but that didn’t stop Patrick from trying to sit up so that he could reach for Masons hand or at least get him to stop pacing. Thankfully the other man sat down next to him before he hurt himself even more. “I can’t control other drivers, I wasn’t the one driving the car. And I’m fine. A concussion and a couple of broken ribs but I’m fine so you can stop worrying about me.”

“You are in the hospital, Pat. Being in the hospital doesn’t usually mean that someone is fine.” Getting the call that Patrick was in the hospital was in the top five worst moments for him and with that fear still simmering, Mason did was he always did and fell back on anger, on annoyance.