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So It Goes ✧ Logan Sargent
A/N: Hi! I'm back with a Logan blurb that a friend requested. Hope you enjoy it!
“Cause we break down a little. But when you get me alone it’s so simple”
Logan was back home and of course, Dalton made a big deal out of his little brother’s homecoming. Dalton had thrown a party at his house and invited everyone they knew. Music was blasting and strobe lights had been placed around the house. Out of all the people he was expecting to see he had not expected to see you, nor was he prepared. At first, he thought it was a side effect of the drinks he’d had beforehand. You were moving around effortlessly weaving in and out through the crowds, as you always did.
The second time he saw you, you were talking to one of your friends in common and briefly made eye contact but he forced his eyes away from you. It was kind of hard yo do it, considering how good you looked, the dress reflected the lights and you just seemed to glow.
He wondered why you were even here in the first place, but turning down an invitation was unlike you. Still, considering your previous history he was a little shocked to see you. He had lost track of what Dalton and his friends were talking about, “Dude you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” one of his friends said. “I’m fine,” Logan said. “Not a ghost, pretty sure he just saw Y/N” Dalton said with a smirk.
“Mate, you’ve liked her for all these years, just go and talk to her,” Callum said.
Who the hell said I like her? She hates me,” Logan said. His friends laugh, “We doubt that, just go and talk to her,” Dalton said shoving him. Shaking his head he walked around the house looking for you, realizing you weren’t inside he knew where he would find you. Before heading out he grabbed two cups and filled them with wine. Opening the back door he walked across the yard and saw you sitting by the edge of the pool.
Taking his shoes off he left them on a corner and sat down next to you, “What do you want Sargeant?” you asked he chuckled. “Nice to see you’re still the embodiment of all things sweet,” he said sarcastically. You let out a dry chuckle and he offered you the wine.
“It’s a peace offering,” he said and you looked at him taking the cup. “Is there no welcome home Logan, it’s nice to see you?” he asked. “Welcome home, Logan” you deadpanned with a fake smile. Deep down he knew this was just a lengthy front you’ve put up with him for years.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he confessed. “Dalton invited me and since Nolan couldn’t be here, here I am,” you said. “It’s nice to see you again, tell Nolan I said hi.” Logan said. “The sentiment is partially shared Sargeant,” you replied. “I hear you’ve been doing more than good at the investment firm,” he said. “Seems like you’re not the only one with a homecoming,” you said and he hummed. Logan was trying to figure out how to break the ice wall you’d put up.
“You were always the go-getter out of us, I’m not surprised you’ve been doing great,” he said sincerely. “It’s greatness or nothing,” you added. “Ambition should’ve been your middle name,” he said jokingly and you let out a dry chuckle before turning to look at him. Your gaze softened a little but your posture was still set, your back was straight, your head held high, and your shoulders back.
He looked a little different but still the same, he still had that stupid haircut and smile. His rigorous training had an effect because he was bigger but somehow still lean. “Tell me what is it that you want Sargeant?” you asked, ice laced your tone and he winced a little.
“I might regret asking this but why the ice wall with me? We’ve known each other for years, and you’ve been all icy with me since we were seventeen, what did I do to you that summer?” he asked. You had to admit you were a little stunned by the fact he’d finally asked this.
“Do you remember when we were at the beach with the people from school?” You asked and he nodded. Of course, he remembered that night, it was the night he was going to tell you how he’d felt since you were six years old. But then when he was going to tell you, you gave him a cold shoulder.
“I do, I had come back from London and you had graduated high school a few days before,” he said. “I overheard you talking with the guys, and someone said how they still didn’t get that we were so close because I was me and you were you. It would be the end of the world if silly me that was top of the class and not it girl was dating you and you just went along with it, and said you would never dream of dating me” you said. Logan looked at you and that’s when he understood your reaction that night.
He sighed, “It was shitty of me but I was just scared,” he said. “Of being with me?” you scoffed. “No! I was scared because you intimidated me and I didn’t want people to make fun of me,” he said. “Why in the hell were you intimidated?” you asked annoyed.
“Because you were so smart, I mean you were top of the glass for God’s sake, and you had a full ride to Harvard!” Logan said. “So? It’s not like we were strangers Lo, we’d been friends since we were four!” You exclaimed. “I know! I was stupid,” he said. “Why did you pull that?” You asked softly.
“I was going to tell you I was blatantly in love with you since we were six but you were leaving and I didn’t want to hold you back, I was dumb and I have regretted it ever since, and fuck I missed you!” he exclaimed. You looked at him, “You’ve liked me all this time?” you asked. “Not liked, love. I still do and it’s okay if you don’t I get it,” he said looking away. “You probably hate me,” he added. Laughing you looked at him and his heart sank, “God you’re so fucking clueless,” you said. “I’ve always loved you,” you added. “Wait you have?” he asked. In response, you nodded, “So all this ice treatment was just a gimmick?” he asked.
“After that night, I sort of changed my approach because I thought you would pick up on it and notice,” you said with a smile. “If I had just told you that night on the beach this would’ve been different,” he said. “Just shut up and kiss me already,” you said. Logan smiled before kissing you, he pulled you closer by the waist and your hands went around his neck and into his hair. The kiss felt like a million fireworks and pent-up feelings had exploded.
Both of you were too wrapped up in the moment to notice you had scooted closer to the edge of the pool until you fell in it. Breaking apart you laughed, Logan looked at you and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, with a smile you touched his cheek and he grabbed your hand. He pulled you closer and you hooked your legs around his waist. His palms were flat across your back feeling the material of your black dress that now stuck to your body.
“Do we pick up on that night on the beach?” You asked. “No, let’s skip to the part where I ask you to be my girlfriend and we leave so I can kiss you more,” he said and you smiled. “I like this plan and I like you a lot,” you said. Chuckling he pulled you up and kissed you before sitting you on the edge and climbing out. Taking some towels he put it around you and you left the house through the gate in the yard.
Closing the door to his place he pressed you against the wall to kiss you. Once again your arms were around his neck and your fingers weaved into his hair. Logan pulled away to look at you, “Are sure you just want to kiss Sarge?” you asked he chuckled. “No,” he said. “You know what to do then,” you stated before crashing your lips on his.
Piles of clothes were on the floor as he laid you on the mattress and climbed on top of you. Your hands found his back and you were pretty sure you were leaving scratch marks but everything came crashing like a tidal wave.
Logan dropped down next to you and turned to face you, you mimicked him and put your leg around his waist. “Would it be cheesier if I said I love you right now or that I always wanted to do this?” he asked.
Slapping his bare chest you smiled, “Both,” you said. “I love you and I’ve always wanted to do this,” he said.
Shaking your head you kissed him and he pulled you by the waist. You bit his lip and he groaned, Logan moved your hair and pushed it to the side before grabbing the side of your neck to kiss you again, this time with more force. “Feel like doing a repeat?” he asked with a smirk. In response, you kissed him again and none of you held back.
“You know I’m not a bad girl, but I’d do bad things with you”
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Look at this face! All business and it's only May! 😤💪
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The 🌟 of the paddock
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📸 Kym Illman, Annika Graf
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Just pictures of Joe that make me question if he’s actually real 😍
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Joseph Lee Burrow ladies and gents 😍
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It’s Nice to Have a Friend˖➴ Ollie Bearman
A/N: Hi again! I’m back this time with the second part of the mini-series! I hope you enjoy it!
“The best people in life are free”
Italy always made Amèlie happy, it was no surprise to Charles or Alex that she immediately got out of the car and took hold of her own luggage, rushing Charles to open the door so she could dump the luggage in the room and roam around. “Will you please slow down!” Charles begged, “No,” she replied flatly. Laughing he shook his head and just decided to leave her be. Having dropped her luggage in the room she returned, “Do you have any plans or do I just go off on my own?” she asked examining her black nail polish.
“Absolutely, no going off on your own!” Charles said frantically and Alex laughed. “Ugh, why?” she asked. “Because you could be off in the back of some random guy’s Vespa!” he said. “Seriously, you need to let that go, it was two years ago,” she said nonchalantly. “You say it so calmly and as if it happened five years ago,” Charles said stunned. Meanwhile, Alex was watching the exchange with a smile on her face. “Hm, renting a Vespa seems like a great idea, now that I think of it,” she said.
“Mon Dieu! Sei incredible!” Charles exclaimed in French and Italian, “Grazie Mille” his sister replied cheekily. “How is she not tired after an almost six-hour drive? Mon amour are you seeing this?” Charles asked Alex. “Chèrie, she’s excited,” Alex said standing next to the girl who high-fived her. “Is there anything specific you want to do before going to the track later?” Charles asked. “Walk around, eat pizza, gelato, and wine,” she said. “Yes to the walking, pizza, and gelato,” Charles said giving in. “No wine?” she asked. “No wine,” he said and she just chuckled. “God I love messing with you,” she said with an evil laugh. Charles rolled his eyes but smiled, “I know you do, piccola pagana.” (little heathen)
The sun was out and there were few people around town allowing the three to walk peacefully and enjoy their food. After the short walk and the very much-awaited pizza and gelato, they were back at the hotel. Charles needed to be at the track soon so they were currently getting ready. Amèlie’s room was next to her brother’s and she could enter it from a door that connected both rooms.
Having showered she reused the previous outfit because it was clean, teasing her hair a bit she packed a clip in her purse and other necessary items. Her passes were knotted by the lanyards at the handles of her bag, and her signature black Ray Ban’s, a gift from Arthur rested atop her head. Knocking twice and receiving a knock back she opened the door and walked in. “Ready to get this party started?” she asked and they chuckled, “Always, Em” Alex replied throwing an arm around the girl. “Lex, you look great as always,” she said kissing her cheek.
“No compliments for me, wow. I’ve been replaced” Charles playfully scoffed. “You look decent,” his sister said his a shrug, and Alex giggled. “Let me guess, he picked the clothes out himself while you were busy?” she asked turning to Alex. Alex once again laughed, “Have I told you that you’re my favorite black cat person?” she asked as they followed Charles. “Yes, but I always love hearing it over and over” Amèlie replied with a little laugh. “Must you always be needing attention?” Charles playfully asked, “Why yes, of course, dear brother” she playfully said.
Black shades covered her eyes as she walked towards the paddock, Charles and Alex as usual walked hand in hand, Amèlie was on the other side of Alex and she lowered her shades to wink at Alex who winked back. Photographers had already taken pictures the minute the three walked towards the paddock entrance and once they scanned the passes even more photographers were present. Once further in, the girl turned to Charles. “I’m going to try and find Ollie, don’t freak out if I don’t show up at Ferrari, and don’t miss me too much” she added with a wink before heading to the F2 paddock.
The passes that once were hanging on her bag now hung around her neck.
Walking towards the F2 paddock she looked around in search of her friends. A familiar blonde had her back to her and she smiled, going up to Paul she put a hand to her lips at the people who were talking to the driver and she smiled. “Boo!” she shouted and Paul screamed startled, everyone laughed. Turning around he smiled when he realized it was her and engulfed her in a hug.
“You fucking scared me you asshole!” he said and she laughed. “Good to see you Paulie,” she said and he just laughed and hugged her swaying her side to side. “When did you get here?” he asked. “Today, Charles, Alex, and I drove in,” she replied. “It’s good to see you, it’s been so long,” he admitted, “I know, but now that school is over and done with you’re gonna get sick of me,” she said.
“Sick of you? Never, it’s great to have my favorite genius back,” he said and she laughed. “Congratulations, by the way, we need to party or something,” he said. “We do, let’s party for Monaco,” she said. “Have you seen a certain brit around?” she asked and Paul winked. “Last I saw he was at the Prema garages, internally moping because you weren’t around,” he said. Rolling her eyes at the Estonian she slapped his back lightly.
Excusing himself Paul walked with her to the Prema garages, “Please enlighten me, when will one of you confess your feelings? I’m dying over here” he said. “Who said I feel things?” she replied. “Come on, I can tell you like him and he likes you, so kiss already what are you waiting for?” he asked. Amèlie said nothing, “You have too much pride to make the first move!” he quietly exclaimed.
“Did Art put you up to this?” she asked. “No, I just want my best friends to date already because they always look at each other like they’re stupidly in love but still tip-toeing around each other,” he said. Nearing the Prema garages she spotted Ollie in the back, the mechanics noticed her and smiled, she smiled but gestured them to be quiet.
Paul stood there with a smile and she walked into the garage, “Mi scusi! Is Ollie Bearman around?” she asked. The mechanics smiled and when Ollie heard his name he turned around and dropped his towel, the mechanics laughed. Grinning Ollie ran to her and picked her up, spinning her around. Amèlie laughed and when she was gently set down he wrapped his arms around her, his large frame covering her entirely.
Finally, the long-awaited bear hug was taking place and she felt happy. “Hi,” the British boy said, “Ciao” she replied and he smiled wider. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Ollie asked. “I wanted to surprise you bear, Happy belated birthday!” she exclaimed. He looked at her with bright eyes and a happy smile. Pulling apart he picked up the towel and profusely apologized, everyone laughed at his constant politeness.
Ollie was done for the day so he was allowed to go, greeting Paul who was waiting outside the Prema garages. The three of them walked side by side as they looked for the rest of their friends.
Grabbing some lunch at the paddock club they sat down to eat, “I have an idea!” the young girl said making the boys look at her. “We should terrorize the f1 paddock,” she said smirking. “I’m so down,” Paul said. “Won’t we get in trouble?” Ollie asked worriedly. “Oliver, we’ll be fine. Besides we’re just gonna bug Cha” she said.
Together they decided to plan what to do, “Oh Charles won’t know what hit him,” Paul said with a smile. “You’re so machiavellian!” Ollie exclaimed. “A machiavellian genius,” she added with a devilish smile. “Is there a method to your ways?” Dennis asked curiously. “Not really Hauger, I just love to annoy my brothers” she replied sweetly. The boys chuckled at her.
After raiding the garages they managed to find some mini water guns and filled them with water. “Where did this even come from?” Ollie asked, “No idea mate” Paul replied, “I don’t know but they work so we’re using them,” she replied.
With the boys in tow, they walked around the paddock slowing down before getting to the Ferrari garage. Dennis and Paul started filming while Amèlie and Ollie walked into the garage greeting the mechanics in Italian. Upon seeing the beloved youngsters the team members chattered excitedly. Fred Vasseur noticed the pair and smiled. “Ah! Are you finally together?” the Frenchman asked. Both got red cheeks, “What no!” they both said. “We were just looking for Charles,” Amèlie said with a small smirk. Fred smiled, “He should be around” he replied with a wink.
Charles walked in and smiled at the pair, Ollie and Amèlie looked at each other before spraying him in the face with the water guns. The entire garage erupted into laughter, Paul and Dennis were laughing behind the pair. “How did she get you in on this?” he asked Ollie. “She’s very persuasive, actually” the young Brit replied and Charles laughed. “I missed your pranks petite ètoile” he replied hugging his sister.
After chatting with Charles the youngsters left the garage, “Guys we should all have dinner at the hotel today,” Amèlie suggested. Cheering they agreed, “ We’ll meet at the lobby, does eight sound okay?” Ollie asked. “Oui,” Amèlie replied, “It’s on,” Paul said, “Eight sharp it is,” Dennis added.
Back at the hotel, Amèlie had her suitcase open as she paced around the room, peeking through the open door she stepped in the room and went over to Alex. “Lex, I need help,” the younger girl said. “Everything okay, Ellie?” she asked. “I’m going out to dinner, and I’m struggling to pick an outfit,” she said putting her hands on her hips.
Alex smiled, “Wait are you and Ollie going on a date?” she asked excitedly. “No, I’m having dinner with him, Paul, and Dennis, to celebrate his birthday,” she replied. “Still Ollie is going to be there,” she said with a wink.
Amèlie walked out of the bathroom and Alex stood up, “Magnifique,” Alex clapped. “You’re the best I love you!” she exclaimed while hugging her. With Alex’s help, Amèlie was dressed in a black sleeveless mini-dress, her usual gold earrings, and bracelets, as for shoes Alex had loaned the girl her black Prada kitten heels. Grabbing her bag, she hugged Alex one last time and headed out.
Ollie was talking to his friends but stopped in his tracks when he saw Amèlie approach them. He could’ve sworn his breath stopped, she was walking towards him with a smile and so many things were running through his mind. His feet carried him the short distance to her and she stopped a prudent distance away from him. With a smile, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.” Hey, birthday boy” she said nudging him. Ollie laughed, “Y-You look good,” he said shyly, “Thanks, so do you” she replied.
Amèlie was feeling nervous talking to Ollie, which was a rather odd feeling because she’d never felt like this before. “Could you come up with me after dinner? I would like to give you something,” she told him. Nodding, the boy led the way and they joined their friends. The youngsters talked throughout dinner and shared a few jokes. Chatter died down when some waiters approached the table with a small cake singing Happy Birthday, the group sang to their friend and filmed the moment. Once the waiters left they started taking pictures and Ollie carefully sliced the small cake and passed around slices.
Under the table, Amèlie had her hands on her thigh and she felt the boy brush his fingers near hers. They loomed there and a hitch of breath caught in her throat, expecting to find her hand in his but the moment was fleeting. Bidding their friends goodbye the two teens took the elevator up to Amèlie’s room where she opened the door.
Setting her bag down she turned to Ollie, “You can sit down if you want,” she said. “Right, yeah,” Ollie said with a laugh and she giggled. Why is he so nervous? He’s been like this all night. Retrieving the item wrapped in parchment paper she walked over to Ollie and sat down next to him. “Happy birthday Bear,” she said. Carefully Ollie took it from her hands and tore open the paper by the corner, with the brown box in his hands he lifted the top part of the box to reveal a canvas.
Taking it in his hands he looked at it utterly amazed, “Ellie, this is stunning. Thank you” he said before hugging her with such force they were both knocked down onto the bed. Ollie’s arm was still around her, their faces inches apart. Kissing her right now would be easy and he wanted to do so badly, but if he ever were to kiss those lips it would not be like this.
Breaking into a fit of giggles they sat up, “I was sorry I couldn’t see your debut in person but I could at least paint some of it,” she said with a laugh. Ollie looked at her, “This is amazing, you are amazing and art school is lucky to have you,” he said. Amèlie smiled, “You should come to visit when I’m settled and you’re free,” she said. “Absolutely!” Ollie exclaimed. Amèlie yawned and Ollie stood up, she mimicked his action. “I should go, I don’t want to keep you. Get some rest, please” Ollie said with a little laugh. She walked with him to the hall and he opened the door stepping out, the box was carefully tucked under his arm. “Thank you for this, Ellie. I loved it” he said. “I’m glad you liked it Bear” she replied before hugging the boy. With a cheeky smile, Ollie left and turned to look at her one last time before seeing her door close.
Not being able to wipe the smile off her face Amèlie carried out her night routine and knocked on the door twice, after receiving a response she saluted her brother and turned to Alex. “Lex can we talk in my room, it’s important,” she said and Alex stood up noting the girl’s urgency. “You better tell me after, or I will be a very insulted brother!” Charles called out to his sister. “I will but not now, Cha!” she called back before closing her door.
Alex sat down and patted the spot next to her, “Tell me everything!” she exclaimed. Amèlie launched into an explanation of what happened and when done she sat in silence waiting to hear Alex’s advice.
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Could this⬆️ be this season's version of this⬇️ pic???
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Daylight 𖤓 Mick Schumacher
A/N: Hello gain! This is a blurb I just finished writing inspired by Daylight, which is one of my favorite Taylor songs and always reminds me of Mick. I hope you enjoy reading it!
“ I don’t want to look at anything else now that I saw you”
Early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow around the room. Cold air hit your exposed skin and you turned seeking warmth as you pulled the covers tighter to your body. The spot next to you always occupied by your longtime boyfriend was empty, with a small frown you sat up and scanned the room. The dog beds were empty, you assumed Mick had taken Angie and Aero on a run with him but there was no handwritten note left.
Suddenly the smell of breakfast hit you and you grinned, faintly you could listen to Mick telling your dogs to be quiet. Suppressing a laugh you covered your mouth and decided to brush your teeth before heading out of the room. “Did someone cook? It smells great!” you exclaimed and Mick turned around with a smile. “I was supposed to bring this to you,” he said with a small frown and you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was.
“Amor, you are so wholesome,” you said as you kissed him sweetly, “How about I go back to bed, you can have a do-over,” you said and he grinned. Laughing you went back to bed and buried yourself under the covers. A few minutes later you felt the bed dip and someone was peeking under the heap of blankets. Ocean blue eyes met your yours, giggling you tapped his nose and sat up. Your back rested against the headboard and a tray with food was placed on your side.
“Good morning Chef Schumacher,” you said and Mick laughed. You kissed him sweetly, “What do we have here?” you asked. “French toast with fresh berries from the market,” he said proudly. “I woke up early and went to the market to pick out the best berries,” he added. “God you’re perfect, this is perfect. I love you so much” you said looking at him adoringly. “I love you the most” he replied and you giggled.
Sitting side by side you ate the food and talked about your plans for today, “Mick can we stay in?” you asked looking at him. Kissing the top of your head he nodded, “Of course, do you want to bake something? We can read, do puzzles, watch movies, make friendship bracelets!” he exclaimed and you laughed.
Mornings like these with Mick were your favorite, you liked to go out on hikes, spend a day at the market, go out at night, and things like that but you loved to stay in with him and put on a good playlist while having a slow day in your pajamas. Kissing you on the cheek he left to wash the dishes and you decided to take a quick shower and change into your daytime pajamas, which was just what you called one of his sweaters and a pair of shorts. Emerging out of the bathroom you found Mick in bed, he turned on his side to look at you before reaching out and pulling you into the bed by your hips, and you giggled. “Mick that tickles!” you exclaimed and he took the opportunity to keep tickling you.
Combined laughter filled the room, Angie and Aero came running in and hopped on the bed settling at your feet. “I love that it’s you, me, and our dogs for the next months,” Mick said softly as he ran his hands through your hair. Humming in agreement you looked at him with a smile, “Yeah, our little family unit” you replied. His lips placed another one of those gentle kisses on your forehead.
Hours had passed, and still, in your pajamas, you both stood in the kitchen. “Are we baking too much?” Mick asked concerned. “No, I think we’re fine!” you replied. “Liebchen, I think we went a little overboard,” he said with a laugh. Both ovens were full, one was full with four loaves of sourdough, and the second oven had three different types of muffins. “Well, yeah maybe we did make too much,” you said with a laugh. “But hey, it’s fine!” you said rolling up the sleeves of his grey sweater. “We can just make a basket and bring some to your parents,” you said with a smile. Mick grinned and hugged you, swaying you from side to side, “Yeah, we can go by tonight,” he said. “Or we could invite them over for dinner?” you asked. “I will call them later, they’d love to come over” he replied smiling.
Sunlight streamed through the open living room windows and patio door illuminating the space with natural light. Mick was sitting Indian-style across from you, boxes of various beads of shapes colors, and sizes sat between you along with other necessary supplies needed to make friendship bracelets. Mimicking his position you were looking for a new set of colors to make a bracelet while Mick was finishing one. “Give me your arm, please,” he said and you stuck your arm, he measured the elastic carefully holding the unfished bracelet as he added some more beads before getting ready to tie it. Deciding to just observe him you smiled at how his focus was trained on evenly holding the strings together, comparing the length before making the knot.
With great care he knotted the bracelet, making sure it was tight before cutting the excess string and putting it away from the dogs’s reach. “I made you this,” he said showing you the bracelet, `looking at it you kissed him, he had made a bracelet with both of your favorite colors and your initials. Extending your arm out he slid the bracelet on and kissed your hand. Your day was spent, sharing kisses, singing along to Taylor Swift, and making bracelets. By mid-afternoon, you had started to cook dinner and watched as the light danced around making his blue eyes and blonde hair brighter. Despite having spent three years dating you were still amazed at how the sunlight always made his features stand out.
Laughter filled the table and you felt that summer breeze you loved so much as you ate dessert out on the patio table where you’d had the meal. Setting your glass down you looked at Mick before leaving your head on his shoulder, his arm was around you as you talked with Corinna about the recipe you’d followed for the apricot pie. Warmth was felt today and you realized that these days were the most precious because loved ones were around, memories were created, bonds were strengthened and you had your favorite person next to you. This took you back to when you believed love was meant to be black and white but after loving Mick you realized it was golden.
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Spring Festival┃CL16
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When the Spring Festival began at Sunshine Kindergarten, Charles was in the middle of a sea of little children dressed as flowers, animals or trees, and his little daughter Julianne was the most radiant of all in her pink butterfly costume. Despite his best efforts to style his little girl's hair, he had to settle for a loose hairstyle adorned with a delicate pink ribbon.
When he entered the school auditorium, Charles couldn't help but notice the curious looks of all the mothers around him, his eyes scanning the room for several minutes as he found a seat in the front row. Trapped between two young mothers, he shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little out of place among the crowd of women and even more so as he felt both ladies move closer to him.
But any discomfort disappeared when the little ones took the stage, each performance more endearing than the last. And then, when a piano song started playing and the lights went down, Y/N came out from behind the stage curtains, wearing a beautiful dress that represented a flower along with a pretty flower crown with ribbons adorning her hair. This image captured Charles's full attention, and then he saw his little daughter dressed in her pink dress and butterfly wings behind her teacher along with the rest of her classmates.
When the presentation was over, Charles approached his little daughter to give her a small bouquet of flowers especially for her, Julianne smiled delightedly, and hugged her father tightly before he gave her a second bouquet for Miss Y/N.
With a shy smile, Julianne walked towards her teacher, holding the bouquet in her small hands. "Miss Y/N, these are for you," she declared proudly, "my papa brought them specially for you."
Y/N's cheeks blushed at the unexpected gesture, her heart beat loudly and she smiled as she accepted the flowers. "Thank you, Julianne," she said, her eyes meeting Charles's for a brief moment as they both smiled shyly and nervously at each other.
Charles couldn't help but feel a surge of courage coursing through him. With Jules's excitement at his side, he took a deep breath and made his move.
He walked towards Y/N and looked into her eyes determinedly, his heart beating fast. "Y/N," he began, his voice with nervousness, "I wanted to ask you something."
''I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me sometime.... well, we both want you to go out with us, don't we, Jules?'' Charles turned to look at his daughter as she was jumping of joy causing the adults to laugh.
"Oh please, Miss Y/N, come with us to the park or to get ice cream!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
Charles chuckled at his daughter's enthusiasm and his heart skipped a beat. With a smile, he returned his gaze to Y/N, his eyes full of hope. "So, what do you say?" He asked with a soft voice and a playful smile on his lips.
Y/N felt the famous ''butterflies in her stomach'' when she found Charles' eyes on her.
With a shy smile, Y/N nodded and her cheeks flushed with color. "I would love to go out with you Charles and of course little Jules," she replied softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
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