WILD THOUGHTS

blaze ran off to the kitchen to grab his mother’s purse, while toby and lia raced to the car. “i think you should work on what you call a whisper, darling.” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the suv keys from a hook. “fuck school, honestly. you can take rest of the day off.” he told dessa, who had a huge grin on her face. “i didn’t even listen during my classes, skipped a lot and fu—had so much fun and look where it got me.” he tips his head at bridget, before tossing the car keys to dessa. “you’re driving.” they climbed inside the vehicle, dessa in the driver seat, lia in shotgun after having to battle it out with toby who was very persistent for the spot, toby settled to sit in the back with blaze. they drove the kids off to their respective schools and went straight to the clinic.

“it wasn’t meant to be a decent whisper, it’s called stage whispering dumbass,” bridget shot a shit-eating grin at ollie before landing a heavy slap on his chest for cursing so blatantly around the younger kids. “what your father means is that he wasn’t the greatest student, and he didn’t learn much when he was studying at oxford but he did meet me, a very intelligent and beautiful woman, he’s trying to tell you to be like your mama,” she smirked and nodded at ollie while dess snorted. “you’d want to hope if she gets pulled over they’re one of yours, she doesn’t have a permit ollie, she’s fifteen,” bridget sighed but made no attempt to stop her eldest from taking the wheel.

“there is no reason bridget, but if that is what you want to believe i have no intention of stopping you.” he kept a straight face as he was yanked down to ear level. “now will you stop scolding me as if i’m a child or do i have to teach you a lesson right now?” he grabbed her wrist with slight force. not a moment later he lets go putting up a faux smile, a lot of eyes were watching inconspicuously, making notes of every move they made, taking pictures and all that shit. he preferred the days when he could walk freely without cameras following behind him, yet he would endure all that to be by her side. bridget was still part of the royal family and no matter how much ollivander loathed the lot of them, he didn’t want to others to think that there was trouble in paradise just because of a petty fight they were currently having. “and if i were hypothetically keeping something from you, know that i don’t like it and i only do this for your own safety.”

“will do ma’am.” he playfully salutes, climbing over her body to get to his side of the bed. he slid in the blanket, scooted over closer to bridget and trapped her in his arms. “go to sleep, my love.” he yawned, stretching his neck softly. it was only afternoon but he still had a bit of jet lag and his timezone was readjusting itself once again.

“lovely things? pft. lies,” he scoffed. “you and i both know you prefer naughty things, though i will say i can’t live without you because at least that’s true.” he propped her on the desk, picking specs of dried paint off of her hair. “hm, that does sound lovely but, i don’t want to impose or delay your work. i can wait. i am a very patient person.” trailing down her shirt—his shirt—he noticed the paint splashed on it. “no wonder i keep losing my clothes. can’t you use your own clothes for once? i’m running out and i don’t really enjoy shopping.” he flicked her forehead lightly, chuckling.

“i could just skip work tomorrow. it’s not like they actually need me to check up on them everyday. the only exception is for important matters like, getting busted, someone dying, some shit like that.” he shrugs his shoulders. “so i’m all yours—and so are my siblings who absolutely adore you. they cleared their schedules as soon as i told them i got you home.” his eyes rolled in good manner. it seems as though he wasn’t the only greene completely enamoured with her. “it’s settled then? i skip work tomorrow and i can help you go gallery intern hunting tomorrow.” he had no doubt that she would find an internship in no time, she was royalty after all. the car stopped in front of their apartment. “home sweet home.” he sighed, retracting his hand from hers, climbing out of the car to open her door, but he was already beaten by his squealing younger sisters who were practically pulling bridget out of the car. “hey, hey. that’s precious cargo.” he chuckled and proceeded to get the bags instead.

“mack can do that once he gets home.” he fanned his hand dismissively. he looks down on her as if she was being ridiculous. “i like dealing with you, so don’t be sorry.” he smiles, ruffling the top of her head. “hold on.” he carried her by her thighs and went to the room, where he laid her gently on her side, pulling a blanket over her and tucking it under her chin like a child.

“she moved back to her home country the second i broke up with her. her dad didn’t really approve of me and was pestering for her to go home the whole duration of our relationship. the only reason she stayed in new york was me… so when we broke up… she really had no reason to stay.” he explained further. “besides, i have no doubt that you can handle a measly cat fight.” he smirked at her, slipping his hand under hers, intertwining them. no one could handle ollie the way bridget did, he was petty in her hands. “the cartel is doing just fine, though we still need a new business for a front since dad died.” he shrugged his shoulders, watching her look out the window. “as for mack and the girls, you can ask them yourself. they’re waiting for you back at my place.”

“would you love me less if i said yes?” he placed a finger under her chin, lifting it up further. “hmm, alright. only because kitten asked oh-so kindly.” he leaned down to give her a kiss, smiling as their lips made contact. “i can have michael work on our schedule. i don’t pay them handsome amounts of money to let me do that kind of labor.” he pulls back. “is that assurance enough for you?”

he couldn’t help but blame himself for her sadness. he had the most faults in this. “hush, i won’t leave you okay? i promise. understand sweetie?” he cooed, pushing away so that he could see her face. he bent down so he matched her height. “how does an afternoon nap sound?” he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, gently grazing her skin.

“here goes nothing…” he took a deep breath. how—where does he start to begin the whirlwind of events during her absence. “so, when i-uhm went back here in new york. i spiralled back to my old habits, street racing, fight clubs, drugs on the side, getting wasted every night, girls here and there, blah blah blah, all the while taking care of the cartel and all that crazy shit. fast forward five months, i rekindled with an ex and things we’re going so great, she was fantastic, totally housewife material. we were provably rushing from all the time we lost, so i moved into her place and we got engaged.” he shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the nostalgic memories. “it was fun while it lasted. she made me quit my bad habits and tried to teach me good ones. she thought she could handle me but she couldn’t…” he paused, staring at nothing absent minded. “that’s about the whole thing summarised.”

he embraced her and pulled back just as fast. “i want to make it up to you, somehow…” he hummed, thinking of something. “how about a picnic? in paris? then we can have dinner in venice? how does breakfast im bali sound? we could go to that art market while we’re there too!” he added enthusiastically, holding both her hands, waiting for her reply.

it was such a rare case to see bridget like this, and while it was nice to see that she was actually capable of such fragility, it broke him, knowing he had a significant role in her inconsolable state. “i won’t, i won’t.” he rushed to her side, enclasping her in an embrace. “i’m not leaving you. never. okay?” he caressed the nape of her neck.

“i actually prefer you in blankets. though, i’m not ready to let to showcase that sight to the world just yet. i’m far too selfish.” he nuzzles his nose into her, taking in her scent before pulling back. “i promise. i don’t wanna hide anything from you.”

“i just prefer to see you completely naked, love it when you get your kit off,” she chuckled. “then don’t, don’t wrap me in cotton wool ollie, i’m a big girl. and i’m not going to leave you, not for anything.”

he caught the ring. proposing three times in a row within twenty fours hours must be a record for anyone. especially him who never would’ve thought he’d get down on his knees, ever. he walked over behind her desk, spinning her chair to face him. “should i pull out my wedding vows as well?” chuckling, he got down on one knee, grabbed her hand and slid the ring on her finger. “marry me… for the third time?”

he was a little surprised to find bridget beside him, much less hands around him. one minute she was sitting, talking to someone on the phone, the next minute she stood next to him. “your royal highness.” he curtsied sloppily, as did the rest of the cabin crew members he was with. “i’m an old friend of oliver’s dad. i was telling ollie here how lucky he is and if he weren’t married, i could introduce him to some of the stewardesses. lord knows it isn’t his first time—“ ollie gave him a look and shook his head lightly, enough not to raise bridget’s suspicion. the pilot coughed and checked the time on his wrist that had no watch. “would you look at the time?! i’ve—we’ve got to get going! we’ll miss our flight. it was really such an honor to meet you.” he laughed nervously, nodding his head as he sped off and the rest of his crew. “so, who were you talking on the phone with?” he turned his head, to change the topic.

he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing circles into her skin, grazing the bite mark he depressed into her skin. pressing delicate kisses on the crown of her head. “i will,” he promised. “when we land, i swear. first, you should get dressed.” he lifted her head up. “please don’t get mad. it’s not even an entertaining story anyway. it’s dumb really.”

“why does nobody believe me when i tell that story? i absolutely did not fuck a single soul for a year. i swear!” he laughed. “… okay, maybe i didn’t stick my prick in ‘em, but that deserves some recognition! it’s progress!” he pressed the matter in a comical fashion, if only to make bridget laugh. he grabbed her shoulders and pushed himself away from her, at least an arm’s distance. “can we not talk about what turns either of us on? especially since…. you know… your current disinterest in sex. maybe we should sleep in different rooms.” he lets her go, managing to move over to a safer distance. “it’s settled. i’ll sleep on the couch starting today, yes?”