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Ethan (6′3) + Helen (5′9) = X

Gabriel (6′1) + Ros (5′7) = X

Lena (5′7) + Sam (5′11) = X

Katie (5′2) + Will (6′2) = X

Henry (6′0) + Helen (5′9) = X

Henry (6′0) + Will (6′2) = X

“You say that everyday Princess,” Sam drawled out over the rim of his cup of ale and if looks could kill, then the one that Magdalena gave him would have surely struck him down right then and there. But it was true; everyday the Princess came home from the dress shop complaining about her hurting back or sore fingers and everyday it got on his nerves. 

“You know you could be pleasant for for once,” she snapped back and Sam just shrugged in response as he took a long swig of his drink. The huff that she let out as she sat in the chair opposite him was only slightly satisfying for him.

“Hey this my home you’re staying in. And you’re welcome to return to your castle anytime, remember. You’re the one who keeps choosing to stay here,” he reminded her as he put his cup down. It was a real mystery why the Princess hadn’t gone back to her old life yet. She and Ros could switch back and then everything would be back to normal and Sam would finally have peace again. But for some reason she was staying and living the peasant life, dealing with having to work and live off small portions and not wear dresses made of silk and staying with him. Magdalena was tougher than he had initially thought, Sam would give her that. 

But he didn’t want to have to suffer through another night of her sulking and complaining so he pushed his chair back and stood up. “Come on,” he said to her and nodded for her to get up too, “We’re going somewhere.”

Magdalena didn’t though and she just rose her eyebrows at him in an expression that drove him mad. “And what exactly is this somewhere that you want me to go to?” Bloody hell she and Ros weren’t alike in just looks, they were both annoyingly stubborn.

“You’ll like it. I’m not going to sell you off to someone to get rid of you I promise.”

Her scowl deepened but she did stand up and that was a small victory. They didn’t talk as they walked through the town and thankfully she didn’t nag him with any questions about where they were going. But when they finally did stop the look of surprise on Magdalena’s face was enough to make Sam laugh. “Told you I wasn’t selling you off.”

They stood on the edge of the town square, where musicians were playing and people were dancing around a large bonfire. “I know it’s nothing close to your fancy balls but it is fun if you give it a try,” he said to her, nodding in encouragement for her to go join the dancers. “Go, I’ll be standing right here.”

Magdalena nodded after a moment of hesitation and then went off to dance with some of the girls from the dress shop that were naive to the switch and believed her to be Ros. Then Sam watched in amazement as the girls placed a wreath of flowers onto the princesses head and she actually smiled. 

And as Sam watched her twirl and laugh around the fire, he told himself that he had brought her to the dancing only to get her to stop whining and not to see the happy smile that made her look so beautiful. That had not been the reason at all. 

“A cake?” Will echoed back as he looked up from his music sheet to see Katie walking through his door with multiple grocery bags in her hands, “Since when do I have anything in my fridge that can make a cake and what’s the occasion?”

“Since I went to the store and bought the stuff. You like never have anything in your fridge! And because I wanted cake,” Katie exclaimed. Will didn’t comment back saying why his fridge was so empty (he had made sure to clear it of his blood bags before she came over). 

“And what kind of cake is going to be?”

“Chocolate of course.”

“Perfect.”

So Will worked on his music while Katie baked. But as she was pouring the batter into his new cake pan and quietly humming to herself, Will stopped plucking at the strings of his guitar just to watch her. She didn’t look any different than she normally did; her hair was tied up but a few strands fells into her face, she had on her favorite old purple t-shirt, there was a rip in one knee of her jeans, and her converse were beat up but she was beautiful. And Will didn’t care what Henry said about him dating him the human girl, that it was stupid and wouldn’t lead anywhere and would only end with someone getting hurt and Will would forget about her in 100 years time. Katie had him happy, happier than he had been in years. 

So Will put down his guitar and walked into the kitchen to stand besides her as she put the cake into the oven. Before she could put the bowl into the sink to clean it, he dipped his finger in and swiped up a good amount of batter onto it. 

“You know you can sick from eating that?” Katie playfully teased him as her smile lit up her entire face.

“I think I’ll be alright,” he said back as he popped his finger into his mouth and licked the batter off. He dipped a new clean finger into the bowl but instead of eating the batter, Will laid it right onto her lips.

“Will!” she exclaimed and he just laughed.

He took her chin in between his fingers and smiled down at her. “Let me get that,” he said and lowered his mouth down to hers. His tongue flicked out from between his lips to lick the batter clean off and he could feel Katie’s smile. And they stayed there, kissing against the countertop until the ding! of the oven timer made them pull apart. Screw what Henry said, he was keeping Katie in his life for as long as he could. 

Ros lifted her eyes to meet Gabriel’s and she could not help her surprise as she looked at her. “You will?” she whispered as she quickly wiped tears from her eyes. She had just revealed her true identity to him after he had kissed her, believing her to be the Princess. And despite how much Ros had wanted it, despite how much she had liked it, she had had to stop because it wasn’t right. He had deserved to know the truth, to know that the girl that he was kissing wasn’t really the one that he cared for. So now Gabriel knew who she really was, just a peasant girl who had traded places with the princess to get a taste of the good life for a short time. And now his eyes, usually so warm and bright, were hard and closed off as he looked at her. Ros had no idea what he was thinking. She had thought that he was going to turn her in until he had spoken. “Thank you Gabriel,” she said and gave him a small smile. She tried not to let it hurt when he didn’t smile back. “This won’t be for much longer I promise. Everything will be back to normal soon.” And as she looked into Gabriel’s eyes, Ros tried not to think about how maybe, just maybe…she didn’t want everything to back to normal anytime soon.

“I’m not tired,” Helen insisted even as a long yawn escaped her lips and she rubbed at her eyes. The time on the mircowave currently read 7 am, which meant that she had been up for....25 hours now, maybe? She had lost track. A double homicide case, wolves they didn’t know sighted along the edges of their territory, and two twin toddlers to take care of meant that the alpha wasn’t getting much sleep at all. But even the half drunk mug of coffee in front of her wasn’t doing anything to help wake her up; she was practically falling asleep standing in front of the kitchen counter. When she felt Ethan’s strong arms slip around her waist and hold her close, Helen could not help how her eyes slipped closed and how she leaned back against his chest. His hold on her was tight and his embrace was warm and despite her exhaustion, she smiled a little when she felt his face nuzzle into her neck. 

“Go to bed,” he mumbled against her skin, “I’ll get the kids ready for the day, you sleep. And later we’ll take them out okay? Have a nice day as family. Does that sound good?” When she nodded, she could feel him smile. 

“I’ll call the chief, take a personal or sick day or something,” she yawned. God she knew she both needed and deserved one. 

“Good,” Ethan answered and planted one soft kiss to her neck before sweeping her up off the floor, “Now let’s get you to bed.” Helen nodded and let him carry her upstairs. But by the time they got their bedroom and he laid her down, she was already fast asleep. 

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