#sawft

emma's first semblances of domestic bliss had been when two separate alarms had converged into one. she was a night showerer, so she was able to get out the door faster to open beanie's, which made it possible to wake up at the same time as ted. neither liked to be in a rush, especially with the other next to them. they'd lay in bed and slowly wake up together for a few minutes, snuggling or kissing or a combination of the two. being curled up to his warm body made it nearly impossible to get out of bed on these frigid winter mornings, which was why she indulged and let him continue to snooze once she turned off their alarm.

she was curled up against him, bodies pressed at each other's fronts and legs tangled together underneath the covers. her hand was smoothing along his side and his arms were secure around her. it was the most safe and loved she had ever felt, and it was in these moments that three words were fighting to burst from her lips. but she felt it. god, she felt it.

she leaned in and brushed her nose against ted's chin before pressing a soft kiss to his bottom lip, earning a soft groan and a squeeze around her middle in response.

" mmmph… five more minutes. "

she exhaled a soft laugh as she shifted so she could get a better look at him. at the pout of his lips from his soft breath as he slept, how his eyelashes were enviously dark and long. that little tuft of hair that fell against his forehead when there wasn't product to swoop it back.

" we gotta be out of bed soon, " she murmured to @timebastard, leaning in to steal another soft peck to his lips. " but we get a whole weekend of this. zoey's covering my shift tomorrow. she owes me . . . "

the wheeler house was quiet in the aftermath of a bustling holiday. it was the first holiday combining the wheelers and the munsons, and steve knew it was the first of the kids' holidays without ted. he and raegan had given each other a little understanding nod to approach the holiday with particular delicateness and attention. steve could field nancy, raegan would keep an eye on mike, and they both had holly. but today? it was good. great, even. wayne and eddie had fit seamlessly into the picture as if they had always been there, and it didn't take twenty-twenty vision to see that both of the older adults were beaming and glowing.

he had played the role of good future son-in-law and had helped karen clean up after before he found nancy, a soft smile on his lips when he found that she had dozed off on the couch, chin resting against her knuckles as if she had just been lost in thought. he quietly sidled in to sit next to @willnotmiss, his hand smoothing along her back carefully as not to startle her. " not trying to make a move here, i promise, but i think you'd be more comfortable up in your old bed, " he teased with a soft laugh, leaning in to kiss her cheek and gently brushing against the spot with the tip of his nose before drawing back. " you okay, nance? "

starter call / accepting!

Andi hangs over the edge of the porch, like wilting daffodil, a braid drooping in the bruised dusk. She’s back from the paddocks, still tasting the salt of the wind, already resenting switching out her boots. The horses are restless in the field, swishing their tails against the early summer gnats, stomping at ghosts only they can see. The sun sets the hillsides on fire as it dips behind the far line of oaks, and everything takes on that golden hush—the one that says don’t trust the quiet.

She's slung the back doors of the country club wide open, letting the linen curtains balloon out like sails in a wind too polite to rattle the glasses. Andi sucks on an ice cube, slow and thoughtful, tapping her heels against the weathered porch boards like a clock trying to remember time. Her blouse, linen and butter-soft, is cuffed with mother-of-pearl, the kind no one bothers to fake.

There’s someone at the end of the drive. She has to squint against the light, the shape of them all shimmer and no detail. Still, she smiles, like a field unfurling after drought.

“You’re either lost or curious,” she calls out. “Either way, there’s a cold drink if you make it to the porch.” She waves them over, hand easy, like she’s offering sanctuary. She is - and isn’t. The offer is real - but she also wants to know who they are. There's a part of her counting heartbeats, cataloging posture, watching for how the shadow at the end of the drive moves. She wants to know if this is a friend or a threat. She doesn’t like the look of the woods once the sun slides under. Doesn’t want her horses out there. Not anymore. Not since she learned what waits in the dark, patient as inheritance.

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