#Addison Dalton
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Once (5/5)
**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **
Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover AU
Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Vivian Dalton (F!MC)
Part V of V / Miniseries
Words: 1,900+
Rating: Mature
TW: Cancer, character death, mental illness
Summary: It’s weeks after Addis funeral. Sam and the boys settle in a bit, when Sam gets a surprise.
A/N: This is in honor of my friend Mira who died from ovarian cancer. May you rest in peace 💜
Sam
I was finished at work and got Carter to drive me home while reading through an email I got from Ethan.
I smile even though it’s been a month since Addie‘s funeral.
And it still feels so fresh in my mind.
Thankfully the boys don’t remember too much of that sad day, which turned into a less sad day with my new friend Ethan Ramsey and my brother Robin.
We got pretty drunk, but nobody bothered us. So we kept talking about everything and nothing.
I finished reading through the email that Ethan replied to and put my phone in my pocket to look outside the car window. Seeing all the streets and alleys pass me by while driving through New York.
I mentioned to Ethan, I’d love to go on a little family trip with the boys. Just to relax a bit. So it would be nice to spend some time in Boston. I even asked him if it would be right to visit him in Boston and bring along Mason and Mickey. He was excited and dare I say it a little smile played on his lips.
A contented smile tugs at my own lips.
We haven’t done any family trips in a long while. So this would be the perfect opportunity.
The car slows down and I realize we’ve arrived at the apartment complex.
Carter clears his throat as if nervous.
I smile softly at Carter. He’s a good man. I always respected him a lot.
”Thank you, Carter. Have a safe trip home.“
He turns around to look at me.
”You can take the day off if you’d like. I’ll drive home to my parent's place to pick up the boys.“
Carter smiles and nods.
”Very well Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip.“
”Thank you, Carter.“
I get out of the car and walk towards the apartment. I pass the front desk. When Marvin‘s voice holds me back.
”Mr. Dalton!“
I stop and walk towards him.
He’s in his twenties and works here part-time to earn some money for his college tuition.
”Hello Marvin. How’s it going? How’s college?“
I ask as I shake his hand.
He grins and shoves his caramel-brown hair to the side. His green eyes lit up at my question.
”Oh thanks for asking Sir. It’s a lot. But I’ll have a study session with some friends later. Cramming for a test that’s coming up. I’d never thought college would be this difficult. But I like the challenge.“
I smile.
”That’s good to hear. Keep studying. And you’ll see it’ll pay up.“
I wink and he grins.
”Was there a package or something for me?“ I was thinking maybe it was something that Addie ordered.
I’ve had to unsubscribe from some of the magazines she subscribed to.
He scratches his head and then he seems to remember.
”Oh right. This was delivered for you this morning.“
He hands me a small mint-colored envelope.
With my name and home address written in beautiful calligraphy on it.
Curious who could be sending me a letter. Most people text or write an email these days.
I take the envelope and smile at Marvin.
”Thank you, Marvin. I’ll be heading upstairs and then I’ll be at my parent's to pick up the twins. So I won’t be at home later.“
Marvin grins at me.
”Sure thing Mr. Dalton. Have a safe trip. And send your love to your parents and your twins.“
I smile. A genuine one this time. One that wasn’t forced out of me because I was trying to bring joy to my face even though I didn’t feel too much of it in the last couple of weeks. The twins are keeping me sane and happy these days.
”I will. And good luck with your test. I know you’ll do just fine.“
He grins.
”Thanks, Mr. Dalton.“
I wave goodbye and Marvin takes a seat at the desk.
While I ride in the elevator I wonder who’s sent me a letter. I ponder over that question when I get into my apartment and get a change of clothes for something less office formal.
As I pick up my car keys I walk by the picture of Addison and hold up the picture frame.
We went skydiving that day.
That’s when the picture was taken. Her blonde hair is blowing into her face, but she‘s got the biggest smile on her face.
We had a lot of fun that day. Even though Addi was terrified at first, that fear settled pretty soon and then she screamed »I want to do this again.«
I grin at the memory all the while to my car and then on the drive over to my parent's house. I get there and my mom opens the wide doors.
”Sam. You made it.“
She hugs me and I lean down to hug her back.
She smiles and pats my cheek gently, making me feel as if I’m 12 again. Instead of 36. I smile at her and she gestures for me to come inside.
”Come on in. The twins just fell asleep after running around the garden all day. Playing action hero. Whatever that means.“ She grins and I chuckle.
”Sounds like Mason and Mickey.“
I walk in after my mom and she guides me to the garden where she set up a nice late lunch.
”Mom! You didn’t have to go to any trouble.“
She turns and grins, her steps not even faltering.
”I didn’t do this for you, Samuel. I was hungry too. So it was me being indulgent.“
I sit down in one of the comfy dark grey garden chairs. While I let the beautiful and warm sunshine caress my face.
Before my mom can sit down her phone rings and she sighs.
”Pray that this is your father. Who I hope has a good excuse for interrupting our lunch. Because I'm starving.“
I grin.
”Should I wait for you?“ I ask my mom who holds her phone to her ear.
She shakes her head. And walks away to take her call.
I dig in and remember how nostalgic this feels to have lunch at my parent's place.
Then something pokes me. That’s when I remembered I’d forgotten about the letter.
I put down my fork and took out the mint-colored envelope to open it and read what was inside.
When I open it I almost let it fall to the floor.
It’s a letter from Addi.
I lean back in my chair. Shivering despite the sunshine outside.
When I look at the letter again I start to read it.
Sam,
while I’m sitting here, letting the sunshine caress my face and just letting all thoughts drift away, enjoying the here and now, I wanted to tell you something.
No. I wanted to put it in writing. Because I feel that you need to read this for yourself.
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I know I can be difficult sometimes.
You laughed at that I know you did, don’t deny it.
I interrupt reading the letter to let out a surprised laugh. Then I continue reading Addis' letter. Even now that she’s gone she still makes me laugh.
You never let me walk alone. Always being there for me. Especially in those last months. For that, I will always be grateful.
The time I spent with you, was the most beautiful time of my life. I will always keep those memories close to my heart. From the moment we met, I knew. You are the one for me (cheesy I know, but it’s true).
Never letting me forget I’m more than a spoiled rich girl, who had it easy. Even though that’s not true at all. People just never bothered to take a peek behind the curtains.
You though? You were different, Sam.
I thought to myself back then, who’s this hot guy asking me out? What is it he wants? To get laid? Or is it more than just some hot sex? Gosh, this sounds weird even in writing. Please ignore my embarrassing moment.
Back to what I was trying to say.
You were so nice and charming. Flirting with me all the time. (You thought you were so subtle with those little gifts and compliments here and there? I’ll let you in on something. You weren’t. But I think I loved you already.)
These past few months…were…difficult, painful, and overwhelming. When I got diagnosed I…just sat there… in that doctor’s office not knowing what to do. Should I cry? Or should I scream? But I know I wouldn’t have solved anything by that.
Sam, I know you were trying your best with me, with Mickey and Mason. Your work? Trying to juggle all of it?
Shouldering everything on your own, never asking for help. And I just made it worse by being stubborn and difficult.
Please know that I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you the way I most likely did. I hope that you can forgive me someday.
I’m not trying to guilt-trip you or wrestle out an apology.
I want you to forgive yourself. To stop being so hard on yourself.
You deserve everything good this world has to offer.
Don’t mourn me too long. (I was told widowers are hot) shake your head all you want, but you know it’s true.
I even went so far as to make you a little bucket list:
Live
Laugh
Kiss (and tell)
Be adventurous
Do things that are out of your comfort zone (and no I don’t mean just skydiving)
Hook up (even in weird places)
Get married (you always looked way too hot in a suit, though it looks better on the floor anyway)
Go to a strip club (Stop rolling your eyes at me)
Do crazy experiments with the boys :) (make a mess of the kitchen)
But most important of all don’t shut yourself off from love.
When it comes knocking, open the door. Let yourself be surprised. Don’t let me be the one to hold you back. You know I always wanted to see you happy.
I’ll be watching over my three favorite boys.
Always,
Addi
When I finished reading the letter I just sat there with tears in my eyes and held the letter close to my heart because I had the strange feeling I could conjure her into existence one more time by holding the letter as close to my heart as I could.
And just like that my pain and my sorrow were lifted a little.
It’s as if Addi knew all the right words to say to me. Knowing exactly what would help me move on a bit easier.
”Oh Addi. You surprise me as always. But there’s nothing to forgive. I promise I’ll take care of the boys and I might even find a nice woman who I can share my life and love with. Someday.“
I know that when the right person stumbles into my life I’ll know. And with Addis' blessing, I won’t feel like I’m cheating or disrespecting her memory.
I will always love and cherish what we had. But I know she’s in a better place. Free of any pain. Only filled with love and joy. Watching over us.
I get up from the table and look up at the sky, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun.
I know it sounds stupid, but it’s as if I can hear Addis's laughter and I smile. The pain in my heart lessened a bit.
And I know things will be okay. Mason, Mickey, and I will be alright.
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Addison Dalton is the weakest, most forced and utterly uncompelling antagonist in any Choices story thus far, and believe me, she has some stiff competition.
You can tell PB had no idea what the obstacle for book 3 would be, so they’re villainizing yet another woman, who herself was a victim to unfortunate circumstances and very well could’ve been an amazing friend and ally had they not gone nuclear with her antagonism.
Not to mention, Sam and the MC are toxic. Period. Sam is toxic. The MC is toxic. Their relationship is a horrifically concocted amalgamation of all their worst qualities and traits and frankly, it is impossible for most readers to root for them at this point. PB had to go full force to turn Addison into the pettiest, most uncharacteristically conniving iteration of the back-from-the-dead character yet, just to make us feel some semblance of empathy or pity towards Sam and the MC’s plight.
And even then, Sam and the MC have zero well-founded aspects of their relationship aside from caring for the twins. They have zero romantic chemistry and anything genuinely loving or tender from them feels artificial as hell. Their relationship is rooted in sex, sex, and more sex rather than understanding, compassion, and mutual respect that evolved into a real, genuine love.
PB so badly wanted the antagonists of TNA to be undebatably bad in a way that just wasn’t realistic or compelling just so Sam and the MC look like star-crossed lovers who can do no wrong, woefully forced to contend with adversity after adversity after adversity on the rocky road to their supposedly well-deserved happily ever after.
And Addison is, without a doubt, the most sloppily done of these antagonists. At this point, the only reason I still read this book is for the heartwarming scenes with the twins, but even that is overshadowed by Addison’s petty acts of jealousy thrown in by PB writers who just went “eh, fuck it, vilify her lol”.
This series is a train wreck. And you don’t have to be a conductor to identify a train wreck.
#long post#anti the nanny affair#anti tna#choices stories you play#playchoices#choices stories we play#pixelberry#pixelberry studios#playchoices fandom#choices stories you play fandom#choices stories we play fandom#choices the nanny affair#the nanny affair#choices tna#tna#addison dalton#anti sam dalton
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tna trying to make addison a villain is literally so boring pb could’ve had an interesting and cute dynamic between the twins and their 3 moms but noooo
#pb and their repetitve writing#sooo tired and overdone#playchoices#pixelberry#choices#choices stories you play#choices tna#choices the nanny affair#the nanny affair 3#the nanny affair#sam dalton#addison dalton
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I should be excited about TNA Friday and the big wedding tomorrow, but I'm just so sad that TNA is coming to an end. 💔 Before I found the OH fandom, TNA was my weekly little escape. I know, I know... it was a f*cked up story to begin with, but I fell in love with how much Sam loved our MC in Book 1. And don't get me started on M&M. I'm just going to miss it so much.🥹
Now that the story is coming to an end, I'd love some recommendations for TNA fanfics.
Can't wait to see what everyone thinks after the series finale tomorrow.
Hii love 💙
I know how you feel 😿 It feels really bittersweet you’re sad that the books are coming to an end but at the same time you’re happy because Sam & MC are getting their long awaited Happy End.
That’s how I felt with when OH ended I was looking for fanfics because I missed the book so damn much 😿
Sending you much love 💙💙💙💙
#discussion forum#addison dalton#the nanny affair#sam dalton#choices the nanny affair#the nanny affair book 3#choices tna discussion#tna#tna3
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This book makes no fucking sense I swear.
Why are we even listening to the shit that Addison says?
And why the absolute FUCK, would MC make the decision to ABANDON MICKEY AND MASON.
Like I don't care about Sam, but if you're removing yourself from the family, you're abandoning the fucking boys.
And that's what pisses me off.
They deserve so much better.
#playchoices#pixelberry#choices#choices tna#the nanny affair 3#pb tna#tna3#sam dalton#addison dalton#sam x mc#this is so fucking stupid
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The amount of secondhand embarrassment I felt in this moment...
#tna mc is so pathetic#tna3#choices#pixelberry#playchoices#tna#the nanny affair 3#the nanny affair#samantha dalton#sam dalton#addison dalton#Addison
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Sent by anonymous
'Addison from The Nanny Affair is starting to get on my nerves. I understand why she's doing what she's doing (I'd probably do the same if I was in her position), but at the same time, you have to accept that Sam has moved on, you can't force someone to love you. Honestly, at times it feels like Addison is more concerned with getting revenge/getting back at the MC than her own sons 🤦♀️'
POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
#addison dalton#the nanny affair#tna#the nanny affair 3#tna 3#choices the nanny affair 3#choices tna 3#choices#playchoices#choices stories you play#confessions#mod kamie
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If y’all didn’t think Addison was the villain before, there’s no doubt about it now…
#ice in milk? EW#she's for sure a psycho#the nanny affair#choices tna#tna#choices the nanny affair#addison dalton#tna 3#the nanny affair book 3#play choices#choices
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ummmmm if shes supposed to be a villain then why does her fit go soooo hard🤔🤔🤔🤔
#playchoices#the nanny affair#addison dalton#choices the nanny affair#i fear this may be a top 5 look of the whole series
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Hi! I'm here to rant about the new chapter of TNA, hope you don't mind 😭
Every time I get more confused about the whole situation with Addison, regarding the twins.
One would assumed that even if she died when they were really little, they at least have photos of her, know she loved them so much and hear stories about her (and I blame dirty Dalton if they don't) idk have some sense of "yes this is my mother, she's gone, I'm sad, dad's always working and all the nannies quit, I miss my mom" but no, the poor children are having nightmares and act like they're scared of her, why PB? 😭 I mean yeah I guess I know why? Cause SHE'S A VILLAIN, NOT EVEN HER OWN CHILDREN LOVE 🙄
And also... I know MC has no moral right to complain about Jenny having sex with a married man in an office but... WHY!? Why in here guys!? 😂
Hey, Anon!
Yes! Come here; have a seat. Let me make some tea, and you just vent your little heart out. This is a safe space. lol *hugs*
I agree with you. We've had quite the shift of feelings from Books 1 & 2. In Book 1 & 2, it was understood, "Oh, Sam's late wife... love of his life..." "Oh, the kid's mother... they're still feeling the heartbreak of not having her around." Do you remember at the very beginning when you have the option to look at a picture of them skydiving? I'd imagine there were other photos...right?
This book, HOLY CRAP! Addison who? She comes with the most absurd, pitiful story (that could still be true--nothing has been verified. Again, where the FUCK is Sam's legal team? Medical records can be obtained, even subpoenaed), and suddenly Sam is like, "I don't love you!" and the kids are having subway nightmares. What?
OMG When they part happened, I LITERALLY gasped! I was like, "NOOOOOOOOO!" Because off, what a predicament, right? Her bestie, and her work hubby THAT SHE PUSHED TOGETHER IN THE FIRST PLACE boinking in her office, and who discovered them? OF ALL FRIGGIN PEOPLE, It had to be Evan. So you know he's going to hold MC accountable for disciplinary actions, but then Jenny is going to probably throw it back into MC's face... oi vey...
It's a mess. Such a mess. But, I don't know about you, but I love the mess. LOL
Thank you so, so much for sending me your thoughts! Seriously, I enjoying hearing everyone's opinions! 💜
On to the next chapter!
#the nanny affair#the nanny affair book 3#choices tna#choices tna 3#sam dalton#addison dalton#aditya#jenny#whyyyyyyyy
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I want to like her…really I do…but she’s making it very hard.
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Once (4/5)
**This story takes place before it was revealed that Addison would come back/is alive **
Book: The Nanny Affair & Open Heart Crossover / AU
Characters involved: Sam Dalton (M!MC), Ethan Ramsey (M!MC) and Robin Flores (M!MC)
Part IV of V / Miniseries
Words: 4,000+
Rating: Mature
TW: Cancer, character death, mental illness
Summary: It’s the day of Addis funeral. Thankfully Sam isn’t alone he has his friends and family to be there for him.
A/N: This is in honor of my friend Mira who died from ovarian cancer. May you rest in peace 💜
A/N part 2: @annieruok94 Thank you for proofreading 💚
Music Inspiration: You can check out some songs I posted for @moodmusicmonday Here’s a complete list for all the songs of all chapters 🥰
Part IV
The evening before Addie's funeral started with heavy rain, pelting mercilessly on the windows of our apartment in New York.
Then I correct myself. It's now my apartment, not ours, since Addie…is gone. I lean my head against the cold glass and just breathe out through my nose.
I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance as lightning illuminates the otherwise dark room with white and purple light.
I lift my head and look up.
With my hand in my pocket, I stared outside at the skyscrapers rising high in the air. City lights glow from down below.
I saw my reflection staring back at me in the glass of the window. Looking tired and forlorn. I feel like a piece of me died with Addie. We might’ve had our ups and downs but I love her. No matter what happened.
God, I miss her so damn much.
I look down at the glass of scotch I poured earlier. Losing count of how many drinks I’ve had tonight. Not giving two fucks if I’m hungover the next day. At least it’ll numb my pain for a little while.
I’m swirling the scotch in my hands that I poured myself a while ago. The ice cubes have already melted inside. Watering down the taste of the scotch.
I take a sip, as it smoothly runs down my throat burning its way down.
“Getting shit-faced. Is that how you’re spending your days now, Sam?“
I hear an angry voice. That voice belongs to my non-biological brother Robin. A pain-in-the-ass if you ask me.
Unbothered by his presence I take another sip and keep staring outside.
He comes to a stop next to me. I don’t even look at him. Just continue looking outside. Not seeing anything.
“Anybody home?“ He taunts me.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
“What do you want?“ I ask not caring how I sound.
“Oh, so he speaks? That’s nice,“ he says sarcastically.
I roll my eyes at that. Robin has never been very subtle. I always admired that about him in a way. He’s passionate and doesn’t hold back when it comes to the people he loves.
“Again what do you want?“ I just want him gone and to be left alone. So that I can finish my drink in peace.
That’s when my drink is yanked out of my hand.
“The hell, Rob?“ I glare at him. My voice is dangerously low. But he either ignores that or doesn’t care. I’d say it’s a bit of both.
“What is wrong with you? Addi died and all you seem to care about is getting shit-faced?“ He almost shouts at me. His fists clenched at his sides, anger rolling off of him in waves.
“Do I look drunk to you? No? Then kindly fuck off.“
I’m holding out my hand for him to pass me my glass.
He just scoffs.
“You know what? No. I’m not just going to leave you here. So that you can wallow in misery,“ he pauses for a second, before continuing.
I raise my eyebrows at him. Not care why he’s here. I love him, but right now? I want to get drunk. Not having a heart-to-heart.
Robin continues unperturbed.
“As for why I’m here. Mom called me. Since you don’t know what a phone is these days and how it works. She asked me to check in on you. You ghosted everyone. Our parents are worried. So are Mickey and Mason. Remember? Your kids? Whose mom died?“ He punches the bridge of his nose and breathes out a deep sigh.
My breath hitches at the mention of my boys. But I don't want to talk to Robin, because once I start? I won’t be able to finish. Because I know I’ll break down and weep like a little baby.
So I school my features.
“Our parents? You mean my parents? We're not blood-related, Robin.“
I know that was a low blow. But I just want him gone. If there is no other way than hurting him so that he leaves? So be it.
He inhales sharply at my words. But then a look of understanding and softness enters his espresso-colored eyes.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Sam. You’re trying to hurt me with words so that I’ll leave. Nice try,“ he just looks at me.
“Who says I was lying?“ I raise an eyebrow and bite my inner cheek.
“Really? What would Addi say if she could see you now? Drinking? Being an ass? Pushing family away? That’s not you Sam!“ He sighs.
“I’m not in the mood for a fight.“
I say in response.
He shakes his head at me.
“Color me surprised. I thought for sure, that’s where you were going with your little insults. But what do I know? I’m your not-brother who still gives a damn about you. Even though you act like a complete asshole right now,“ he says.
“Just because I don’t react the way you want me to, doesn’t mean you can just come in here and belittle me. I love Addi. Not one minute goes by that I don’t miss her. The hardest part was to know she won’t make it. Do you know what that’s like?“
My voice is rising. And Robin sighs in turn.
“No, I don’t know. But don’t shut us out, Sam. We all love and care about you and the twins. Let us help. Let us carry some of the burden for you. You’re not alone,“ he places a gentle hand on my shoulder. I don’t instantly shake it off.
Seeming to consider his words carefully.
“Look, Sam. Nobody is trying to make this harder on you than it already is. We’re all just trying to process this and find a way to move on. I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you. Everything you’ve been going through since Addi was diagnosed with cancer. We all loved Addi. And now she’s…gone,“ he sighs at the last word.
I let my head fall overcome with suppressed emotions.
“I was trying to numb the pain. That’s why I was drinking. I was halfway there when you barged in.“
I chuckle but it sounds bitter and sad.
“You could’ve at least offered me a drink. No one should drink alone. Come on.“
Robin attempts a smile, that’s more of a half-smirk. But a small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth and stays there.
He pats my back and I look at my brother. Who is a friend whom I’ve been a dick to, just because I needed to lash out at someone.
Because I’m angry, sad, frustrated and just so fucking tired. As if all these months of pain are pouring out on me. Like heavy rain.
This little cloud of swirling emotions is spinning through me and I don’t know what to do. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should let my family help and carry some of the burden.
I sigh again. So much for thinking that drinking was a good start.
Maybe a vacation or going someplace that doesn’t remind me of Addi would be better instead.
Just to relax and spend time with my boys who are grieving but don’t understand what the fuck is happening because they’re too young.
As Robin and I sit down he looks at me, as if he knows exactly what’s going on inside my head.
“Let’s get drunk,“ he waggled his eyebrows and moved into the living room to find the bottle of scotch I opened earlier. Or was it yesterday? I laugh silently. Not even knowing where yesterday went.
“Aren’t we a little too old for hangovers?“
“Speak for yourself, old man! I don’t have hangovers,“ he gets himself a glass from the cabinet and pours each of us a drink. I watch as the amber-colored liquid fills our glasses.
Clinking our glasses together. We both take a sip.
“This is some good stuff.“ Robin whistles.
I shrug.
“Did you really expect me to get drunk on some cheap liquor? Who do you take me for?“
“God you’re such a snob. But at least I know where to find the good stuff if I ever need a stiff drink,“ he smiles to himself.
We drink in silence. Consumed by our private thoughts.
Robin clears his throat. I look up. He wets his lips looking away. He’s nervous about something.
“Just say it.“
“I heard Addis' parents are coming to the funeral. You never really talk about them. Is there bad blood between you guys?“
He almost whispers the question, as if he’s afraid of how I would take the question.
I take another gulp before answering.
“Not bad blood in and of itself. We just never got along, that’s all.“
Not willing to say more. Robin doesn’t seem convinced.
“There’s got to be more to the story,“ he pushes.
I put my glass on the table immediately, missing its weight in my hands. I lean back in the chair.
“There’s not much to tell. Ever since Addie introduced us there’s been tension. Why? I don’t know. I‘d guess they thought I wasn’t good enough for their daughter.“
“What? You? Not good enough for their daughter? What gives?“ He asked.
“All I know is they come from old money and they probably had someone else in mind for Addie. But she went and married me. Which pissed them off. We never had a peaceful dinner together. One that didn’t end in an argument. They never visited us or gave a damn about Addie. And when Mickey and Mason were born…“
Thinking back to that day. Holding them both in my arms. Those tiny and fragile little humans. My heart is swelling with love.
I knew then and there that I would always love them. Never be their cause for doubt. Yes, I might be strict sometimes. But only because I love them and don’t want to lose them. Like I lost Addi. I take another sip from my drink.
Those boys? They are the most precious gift of all time.
Seeing their smiles every day and being excited about those god-awful experiments? Addie always encouraged them in that regard. I’m smiling to myself lost in thought.
I haven’t noticed the silence that was stretching for far too long.
When Robin’s voice brought me back.
“What’s that smile for?“ He points in my direction with his glass.
“I was thinking of the day when Mickey and Mason were born. And how happy I felt while I was holding them. Being scared of what to do, you know? Then they opened their eyes and just looked at me. It was love at first sight. Holding your child in your arms, it’s incomparable,“ smiling fondly at those memories.
“I’ll take your word for it brother,“ he sips from his drink while glancing down at his watch. He notices my stare.
“Hot date?“ I ask curiously.
He almost chokes on his sip.
“Yeah, right.“
I smirk.
“Don’t tell me you’re losing your touch?“
“No. I’m just busy.“ That is all he says.
I arch an eyebrow at that explanation.
“Right. Of course.“
He sighs loudly.
“Don’t be smug, okay?“
I hold up my hands, smiling.
“I’m just looking for something different. So far I haven’t found it,“ he looks into his glass as if it was holding all the answers.
He gets up from his seat and puts down the glass.
“I should be going. I am busy.“
It looks like he wants to say more. Opening and closing his mouth.
He continues in a soft voice. One I don’t hear often.
“Don’t push the people who care about you away. You don’t have to go through it alone. We’re all here for you. Whatever you need. Just don’t shut us out. Please. The twins can’t lose another person. Neither can we. We love you Sam,“ he smiles softly.
About to leave, when I get up and give him a tight hug.
He didn't expect it and stood still for a moment. Then he relaxes and returns the hug.
“Thank you.“ I whisper.
“I’m sorry about earlier…You are my brother, even if not by blood. Family don’t end with blood.“
He takes a step back and just stares at me.
“Are you quoting Bobby Singer from Supernatural?“ he asks, grinning at me.
I smack him on the arm.
“Don’t make me feel weird about this.“ I say.
He throws his head back and laughs out loud.
“Oh my god. Samuel Alexander Dalton. You watch Supernatural?“
I scoff embarrassed.
“So what? A lot of people do. There’s no shame in that. And why are you giving me shit for that? I know Addie got you hooked on it too,“ I flushed beet red.
“What are you talking about?“ He’s trying to deflect the question.
“What am I talking about? When you both had the flu and were sick for almost a week you sat down and watched seasons 1 through 11. Nobody was allowed to talk or say anything about Sam or Dean. Also, Addie told me that you made some friends online and discussed the episodes with others.“
His cheeks are flaming red and he’s trying to flee.
“Okay, I admit it. I love the show. It has great dialogue and Dean and Sam are hilarious. Happy?“
He throws up his hands in the air and asks impatiently.
“Very.“ I smile.
He rolls his eyes at that.
“Oh and Rob?“ I can’t help saying one last thing, as he’s waiting for the elevator to take him downstairs.
“Yeah?“ He turns around expectantly.
I laugh delightedly.
“SupernaturalFan_67? Does that name sound familiar to you?“ I ask jokingly.
“How…do…you…When…What?“ He stammers.
Tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor as he’s waiting for the elevator.
He’s clicking the elevator button several times for good measure.
“You left your laptop open when you visited that one time, and Addi saw it and showed it to me. We just couldn’t resist.“
I bite my lip to not burst out laughing when I see the dirty look he gives me.
“That’s why those weird comments appeared. You two made those,“ he points an accusing finger at me.
He sighs.
”I thought I was being hacked. Damn, you’re such a dick, Sam,“ he says as he gets into the elevator.
I wink at him and he rolls his eyes but smiles.
He’s mumbling something under his breath which makes me laugh even harder.
Even after the doors close I’m still laughing.
When I sit down again to enjoy the rest of my remaining drink. I see an old record peeking out from the table.
When I lean forward to see which one it is. I see it’s one of Addie's favorites.
Linda Ronstadt - Long, Long time.
Ah. That woman? Such a gifted singer. We’ve always loved to dance to her songs. Whenever we had some alone time.
With some new vigor, I put the record on and the first tunes of the song play out.
»Love will abide«
»Take things in stride«
»Sounds like good advice«
»But there's no one at my side«
»And time washes clean love's wounds unseen«
»That's what someone told me«
»But I don't know what it means«
»'Cause I've done everything I know«
»To try and make you mine«
»And I think I'm gonna love you«
»For a long long time«
»Caught in my fears«
»Blinking back the tears«
»I can't say you hurt me«
»When you never let me near«
»And I never drew one response from you«
»All the while you fell all over girls you never knew«
»'Cause I've done everything I know«
»To try and make you mine«
»And I think it's gonna hurt me«
»For a long long time«
»Wait for the day you'll go away«
»Knowing that you warned me«
»Of the price, I'd have to pay«
»And life's full of flaws«
»Who knows the cause?«
»Living in the memory of a love that never was«
»'Cause I've done everything I know«
»To try and change your mind«
»And I think I'm gonna miss you«
»For a long long time«
Letting the music and lyrics wash over me. Healing some of the fissures that have opened up. Somehow I feel closer to her with every passing note.
Making me smile even though Addie’s no longer here. But her memory will always stay in my heart, and in the crinkle around my eyes.
Telling the story of how we shared a bond and a love for each other that can’t just be broken. The memories we made? They will never fade.
I fell asleep to the sounds of Linda’s song - Long, Long time.
The Next Day…
The funeral happened in a blur. I don’t even know how. It felt as if I was wading through water.
Not seeing anyone or noticing anything. The boys are with my parents. I asked them if they could watch them.
I don’t want them to be exposed to any gossip. There are some at any funeral.
At least at Addis's funeral I can try and control the narrative a little.
They’re going through enough, they don’t need to hear people talk shit about Addie.
I move through the crowd in the living room and smile politely as I make my way toward the table with drinks.
“I’m not a big fan of people either. I hate making small talk. It’s completely unnecessary. Either say what you have to say or shut up.“
A deep voice rumbles next to me, as I’m trying to pick my poison from the array of alcohol.
I turn around slightly, and my eyes widen in shock at seeing Dr. Ramsey standing next to me.
In an all-black tuxedo, a golden square pocket peaking out.
I gape like a fish with my mouth hanging open.
“Surprised to see me? Yeah me too.“
Ethan replies, already nursing a drink. Though when I look down it looks just like plain water.
I look up and raise a questioning eyebrow.
“Dr. Ramsey I haven’t expected to see you. Least of all at my wife’s funeral.“
I’m still staring at him like I’m seeing him for the first time.
He winces at that.
“Just call me Ethan.“
I exhale.
“Alright, Ethan. But then you should call me Sam. Mr. Dalton sounds…“
A corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.
“Old?“
Now it’s my turn to wince.
“I wouldn’t go that far. Though I feel old today.“ My shoulders droop.
He pats my shoulder encouragingly.
“I know what you mean.“
I nod in thanks.
“Thank you for coming. We’re literal strangers, apart from seeing each other at the hospital that one time….I….mean you didn’t have to come out here. But I appreciate it nonetheless.“ I smile at him.
He nods in the direction of the library. Which is closed off to visitors. Family only.
“Of course. So should we escape the crowd? I think I was promised a drink. Shall we?“ He asked me.
I slowly nod in agreement and lead the way to my family's study.
Once inside I softly close the door. I don’t want anyone overhearing a private conversation. And then later gossiping about it. I’ve had enough of those already.
What is it with certain people who find joy in other people’s misery? I will never understand that.
“They’re worse than the interns.“ Ethan comments.
I look at him in confusion.
He smiles.
“You were mumbling about people gossiping,“ he says.
I close my eyes for a brief second and draw in a long breath. Letting my head fall on the leather couch and just letting the cold fabric cool down the fire in my blood.
“I guess I’m just wondering about how it can bring people joy to gossip. At a funeral, no less. We’re here to mourn Addi and say goodbye. Not to spread rumors and talk bad behind someone’s back, who can’t even defend herself anymore.“
Getting frustrated and angry, I’m trying to rain my emotions in, since I don’t want to explode. Then people would have something to talk about.
I shudder. I don’t even want to think about that. The reactions about my outburst would be awful. My parents would never shut up about it.
Ethan’s voice brings me back to the here and now.
“You know, people will always talk. No matter what you do. I work at a hospital, where gossip spreads like wildfire. Trust me. I’m still amazed I haven’t gone and thrown someone out the window.“
He grunts as he leans into another one of the leather armchairs. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.
I laughed for the first time today, and I’ve got to admit it feels freeing. Not being judged for smiling or laughing, because it’s “inappropriate“. Fuck them.
Addi wouldn’t mind if I laughed today. She’d welcome it.
She’d say ”If someone laughed at some lame joke I made? Yeah, I’d call that a win. Funerals shouldn’t feel like a goodbye. They should feel like a celebration of the person who’s now in a better place.“
She’d be right. So screw them. How do they know how I feel? I grin.
I get up and turn to the glass cabinet in front of me. I get two glasses out and pour each of us a drink.
Ethan takes a sip while I watch his reaction.
“Not bad Dalton. Not bad,“ he takes another sip, this time a bigger one.
“Not bad? I’d hope this was better than not bad. But I’ll take it.“
We sit in silence. But it’s not uncomfortable. Quite the opposite. I lean my head back again and just close my eyes. My glass dangles from my fingers.
Ethan clears his throat slightly.
“So I take it from us drinking at…“
I hear the rustling of fabric, and then “…11 in the morning that we both needed a hit?“
I open my eyes and put my glass down.
“You can say that again. This whole day has been a nightmare.“
I rub my eyes.
“Care to elaborate?“ he asks.
“I don’t know where to start…“ I drift off.
He shrugs his shoulders.
“At the beginning would be good.“ I laugh despite myself.
“Yeah I guess so.“
I draw in a breath, readying myself.
“Addi was diagnosed with ovarian cancer a few months back. I still don’t understand how it could’ve gotten to stage 4 without us not noticing anything. It didn’t make any sense. That’s when the fighting started. She…just wasn’t taking care of herself. I tried cutting back at work. So that I could be there for her and the kids, but all it did was make her angrier. She said she doesn’t need a babysitter. She stopped listening to her doctors. She didn’t spend as much time with the kids anymore. I’m not trying to paint her as a bad mom or person. It’s just…“ I trail off.
“You were worried about her,“ he says matter of factly.
“Yeah. Of course, I was.“
I take another sip, the burning sensation a welcoming feeling.
“What about her parents? I didn’t see them.“ He inquires.
“They weren’t really on speaking terms. They barely visited. Mickey and Mason didn’t like spending much time with them. One time Mason said how they always looked down on them. I mean they’re little kids for god's sake.
He nods in understanding. He’s about to say something, when we both hear the door opening and Robin appears in the doorframe. Looking from me to Ethan he just sighs, shakes his head, closes the door, and takes a seat.
“So what are we drinking to today, Sam?“ He asks no one in particular. And then looks in Ethan's direction.
“You’re new,“ he eyes him suspiciously.
“Nice to meet you too. And I was new 36 years ago. Thank you.“ Ethan mutters sarcastically.
Robin looks at me.
“Where did you find him? Is he your new drinking buddy? I thought that was my job?“ He pouts a little. Which makes him look ridiculous.
“I didn’t find him. He’s a doctor at Edenbrook hospital in Boston,“ I reply to his question.
“You still haven’t answered my question,“ he replies.
Ethan and I share a look. He points between us.
“What’s that look for?“ He asks.
“Ethan was there the day Addi died,“ I explained slowly to Robin.
I can see a mix of emotions in Robin's eyes. With a heavy sigh, he plops himself onto the leather sofa. Crossing his legs.
“I guess that warrants an excuse for a drink, pour me one would you?“ Robin asks and I can’t resist teasing a little bit.
“What am I your servant?“ I say.
Robin laughs at me and says.
“You’d make a nice one,“ and holds his hand out for a drink, but I’ll humor him for today. I get up and get him a drink.
We all hang onto our own thoughts and drink late into the night in my family's study.
I’m glad I have my brother by my side and my new friend or as Robin called him “my drinking buddy“.
I smile as we keep talking and exchanging jabs at each other‘s expense. All in good fun of course.
Life doesn’t seem so bad when you have friends and you’ve won a new drinking buddy over.
The smile is still in place as we go home. I ask Robin and Ethan if they want to stay at my parent's place. There are enough rooms to go around.
They both agree and we all head upstairs to catch some sleep.
Because tomorrow is a fresh start into a better day, with my family by my side.
#Once#Part IV#The Nanny Affair#Open Heart#Crossover#AU#Sam Dalton#Ethan Ramsey#Addison Dalton#Robin Flores
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Book two of a series: Looks like the characters will get their happy story ending after all :)
Some formerly presumed dead asshole preparing to stir up trouble:
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Bitch watch your tone 🤬
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Hello my lovely TNA friends 💙
So now that the final chapter of Book 3 is here, what are some of your impressions? Are you sad? Are you happy because Sam & MC are getting their happy ending?
The unity sand vase was a nice touch 🥰
So I thought instead of just discussing last nights chapter let’s reminisce about all three books.
New readers are as welcome as those of you who’ve played the complete 3rd book 😍
What are some of your favorite moments from the past books?
What made you decide to play TNA? What is your favorite LI? Or with whom would your MC loved to hook up?
Would you love it if TNA had another book? Or even a spin-off?
I’m really curious about your opinions. Let me know 💙
Much love 💙
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Sins of the Father
The Nanny Affair Prequel
Summary: Mason Dalton was bred to be at the top of the game, but finding a sturdy foothold is proving more challenging than he initially thought. With pressure mounting from all sides, an unforeseen event could be the catalyst he needs to cement his legacy.
Rating: Teen
Tigger Warnings: Anxiety Disorders, Mentions/Use of Prescribed Substances
Prologue
Mason Dalton leaned heavily on the counter in front of him. The ringing in his ears was incessant and he could feel his chest getting tighter with every breath he took. Just outside the door, dinner was still in full swing. The sounds of laughter and chatter drifting from the dining room were muffled by the heavy wooden door, and Mason couldn't be more thankful for the reprieve. Around him the tiled walls had begun to spin and the ringing in his ears had grown louder. He gripped the counter's edge until his knuckles turned white and forced air in and out of his tightening lungs. With great effort he pried a shaking hand from its place on the counter and began frantically searching his pockets. Goddammit. Where had he left them? He knew better than to go anywhere without his prescription, but each pat of his pockets turned up nothing.
Just when he'd become resigned to his inevitable meeting with the bathroom floor, the door swung open and a wave of fresh air washed into the room. His wife, Vivian, stood in the doorway, her eyebrows drawn with concern.
"Mason?"
"Close the door." His voice came out sounding strangled and small.
Vivian stepped inside the small bathroom and closed the door behind her. "Here. I figured you needed these."
She popped open the small clutch bag in her hands and produced an orange pill bottle.
Mason quickly took it. He fumbled in his attempt to get the white cap off, but in seconds had two of the tiny pills in his hand. He tossed them in his mouth and leaned down over the sink, drinking water straight from the faucet.
"Better?"
Mason gave a single nod in response. The pills needed time to work, but just knowing that he had them in his system provided some relief. He moved over an inch as Vivian came to stand next to him at the counter.
She picked up one of the neatly folded hand towels and ran it under the faucet stream.
"You shouldn't let your father rattle you like that." She touched the damp towel to his temple. "He's just looking to shake your confidence."
"I know that." Mason's eyes drifted away from Vivian's face to the shimmering necklace resting around her neck. Clear cut diamonds. A family heirloom from his mother's mother, given to her as a gift on their wedding day. It was meant to be a symbol of his love for her, a reminder. But as of late it had become a statement piece worn simply to spite his mother. Not that he could blame her.
He forced his eyes back to hers. "Trust me, I've known the man my entire life."
"So, let's come up with a plan." Vivian had sat the towel aside and was now working on straightening his tie.
He swatted her away and made the adjustments himself. "I have a plan. Dalton Enterprises is a success in the making. The third quarter earnings report will show that. All I need to do is keep him satisfied until I have something to throw in his face."
"But you can't do that if you're having panic attacks in the washroom."
Mason shot her a look and her returning gaze was steady. He hated when she looked at him like that. Like he was fragile. He was a CEO. A Dalton, dammit. He didn't need to be coddled. Sympathy and pity were not things he desired. That was her wheelhouse.
Vivian sighed. "All I'm saying is, you can lean on me. We're a team, remember?"
"Leaning on you is like leaning on a house of cards. Especially considering the past four years." Vivian looked like she'd been struck and that alone should have told Mason to stop, but instead he added, "Or have you forgotten your own prescribed cocktail?"
The silence that followed made the small room feel even more cramped. Mason studiously avoided taking in his wife's expression, pretending to fuss over his shirt cuffs, before finally clearing his throat.
"We need to go back. We've been gone too long."
Not waiting for a response, Mason gave himself a once over in the mirror before plucking his pill bottle off the counter. He began to put it into his pocket out of habit, but then paused.
"Hold these for me. I don't want-"
"I know. You don't want them rattling in your pocket." Vivian snapped up the bottle from his hand and dropped it in her clutch. "You already told me earlier this evening." Her tone was clipped.
A beat passed between them.
"Thank you." His voice was quiet.
He risked a quick peek in her direction and found her expression cool and impassive. She gave a small, formal nod before turning on her heels and striding from the bathroom.
Mason followed a second later. His longer strides allowed him to close the distance easily. He reached out and gently touched her arm, causing her to pause in her tracks. She turned toward him, her face an emotionless mask in the dimly lit hallway.
"Let's go in together." His voice was low so that only she could hear. They were just paces now from the dining room and the voices of the others could be easily heard.
Mason was loath to depend on anyone for comfort. It was one of the few things his father had taught him that he'd taken in stride. But hearing the man's ostentatious chatter even here at this distance had him longing for support.
He offered Vivian his arm and hoped that she would concede even with the mood he'd put her in.
She took it without so much as a glance up at him. He supposed he was grateful for that. Without seeing the contempt in her eyes, he could at least pretend he had an ally in the room.
They began walking again, side by side.
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