Gravity Chapter Ten, a glee fanfic

Hey guys, I'm so sorry for the long awaiting update. Things got pretty hectic for the last two months with school starting, working a lot of hours, and managing a social life; I just didn't know how to handle it all. Work has slowed down tremendously, my social life is going to have to slow down because work is, and school is just school. Anyway, I had time to finish this chapter yesterday and I did. I know most of you aren't going to like it till more towards the end, but this is necessary and this character plays a huge part in the story, and hello she's modeled after Amber Heard! Who wouldn't want to see her?

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Chapter Ten.

I'm sitting at the restaurant waiting for Caroline, knowing I really didn't want her to pick me up at home. Somehow I just didn't know how things were going to turn out, so I didn't want her to be one of those people who knew where my house was; besides she said she had some work to finish up, so I understood.

I don't know what to expect. My palms are sweating profusely and I can't begin to understand why I'm so nervous. She picked this elegant place, so I knew I had to dress my best. I had to smile a little because I knew in reality this place was far more expensive than any restaurant I've ever been to since I lived in New York, or ever.

I take a deep breath, sitting at the table patiently—she still had time, and just then I see her rushing in with a classy blue dress that hugged her curves in an almost obnoxiously perfect way, but then I remember, she's here for me; no one else. In some way, that gives me a sense of accomplishment—my inner Cheerio's bitch stirs within.

She sends a smile my way, her long blonde hair moving easily with each set of movements. Her blue eyes sparkle under the dim light as she advances closer—she's absolutely perfect. I can feel my heart lugging in my chest and it's remarkable that I could catch the eye of someone so flawless.

"Well hello there. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long," she breaths out, placing her clutch down on the table. I wave off and shake my head because I really haven't been—only a few minutes really, though it felt longer with the nerves picking at my skin.

She leans forward, giving me a side smile. "You look beautiful tonight and I can't thank you enough for calling. Took longer than I hoped, but I held some hope," she chuckles, glancing down at the menu placed in front of her and I smile softly at her words. She's honest, I can appreciate that. She liked me that much that she wanted me to call—she waited.

"I'm sorry," I can only muster up enough, not knowing how to approach a situation such as this. I can't remember the last real date I've had because of work and my own thoughts.

She looks up from the print and shakes her head. "Oh no, don't be. I know how forward it can be to have someone just give you their number. You think 'what do I do with this? Are they some weirdo or what?' So yes, do not apologize," she replies and I nod, knowing she totally just picked my brain at that moment. It's why I didn't want her coming to pick me up at my place—what if things didn't work out? I knew she liked me that night, so who's to say she won't hold on like a stalker or something? Of course she wouldn't, she's radiant. She could have anyone in New York; she'd get over me in an instant.

"So tell me something about yourself because if I remember correctly I ranted and raved about me the entire night, which is something I don't usually do, but I know nothing about you," she says, placing the menu on her bread plate to take a sip of the wine I ordered while we waited. She hums at the taste, placing her fingertips together. "Excellent choice by the way," she smiles and I look away bashfully. Her smile alone can make me weak and incredibly nervous in an instant.

"There's not much to say really," I shrug because I feel like my accomplishments and my faults aren't really things I should say at this point. If anything remotely close to a relationship was to transpire out of this date, she'll know my past. It's a fucked up one, but there are worse things—I've learned that much from my week long trip to Ohio.

I suppose I could tell her about what I do for a living, what college I went to, and such—the basics. "Well I'm in marketing, so I head the advertising department, and I went to Yale, graduated top of my class," I tell her before she can tell me what I already knew.

She looks at me with impressed smile and all I can do is look away bashfully. I feel the blush and heat radiating off my cheeks down my neck, and I shiver at the fact that she could do such a thing to me.

"Remarkable," I look up at her one word response as she sips at the wine some more, before placing the glass back down. "I mean my parents were impressed with Stanford, but Yale is just fantastic, and to graduate top of your class—so attractive," she breaths out the last of her response and I see that glint her eyes as she says it. My stomach tugs in nervousness and all I can do is huff out breaths, laughing slightly to hide my embarrassment.

She giggles at my reaction—I'm glad my embarrassment gives her some entertainment, but nevertheless her laugh is beautiful. I could listen to it for hours; she seems genuinely amazing as a person all around.

"So why New York?" I ask her curiously, knowing she was in California her entire life. As we sit there eating our food to the serene atmosphere that this place has created for romantic occasions; I'm curious to know more, even though she probably would write me a book so I'd know every bit of her life.

She chews her bite and swallows before speaking, I smile at her manners. "Well there are several reasons. I came to New York one year with an ex-girlfriend and remembered how beautiful it was. I thought about wanting to live here. The buildings have so many stories to tell where as California has Hollywood, while that's glamorous, for my profession, New York seemed more substantial. Then when opportunity knocked for me to transfer, I jumped at it, especially when my ex and I split," she elaborates and I nod in understanding since I know I fell in love with this place after the Glee Club went to Nationals our first year. We may not have won, but a trip to New York was still worth it with my friends.

"Was it worth it?" I ask quietly and she looks me in the eyes with those light eyes. She smiles warmly, taking my hand from across the table, nodding slowly.

"Every moment I've been here thus far has made me realize I've one hundred percent made the best decision in my entire life," she says with that warm smile and I know she's sincere. Maybe I need someone like her in my life.

No secrets. No second guessing.

Just honesty and what a breath of fresh air it is.

It's been a few weeks since my first date with Caroline and we've spent quite a few days together after, whether it be for lunch during the work days or on the weekends for dinner. I suppose it's safe to say we're together. She's pretty remarkable and such a gentleman, if you want to call her that. We work a few blocks away from each other, so that's always convenient, and not shockingly so, since I work on the financial district so to speak.

I oddly enough haven't thought about Santana any times I've been with Caroline and maybe I should feel bad, but I honestly don't. It's a terrible thing because she is one of my good friends, but I loved her—I love her, but she doesn't love me in that way. Caroline makes things easy and Santana makes things challenging. I can't read her and with Caroline I don't have to. It's confusing really and the sad part is, is that I must feel guilty because I haven't told Santana about Caroline and I dating; just little tidbits; nothing major.

I'm walking the park with Caroline tonight and what a fantastic night it's been. We've done nothing, but hold hands, talk, and bask in the fresh air. She made me smile in more ways than one and I can't ask for a more beautiful night.

"I guess you could say I'm old fashion. I love art and jazz music, but it doesn't mean I can't get down at the club," she says twirling me around to dance in a semi club fashion. I start laughing as she booty pops as I joins in.

"I can see that," I lick my lips as we pull away and she captures her bottom lip between her teeth. She's so beautiful under the streetlights and in any light really, that I could get lost.

She takes my hand again and we walk the rest of the way to my apartment. She's already been inside, but never stayed and I'm not sure when I'll let her, then again she's never asked. Wait, no one should ever ask, should they?

We step out of the elevator and my heels click in unison with hers on the hardwood floor of the hall. It's a short distance to my apartment and when we stop, I fiddle with my keys in nervousness and I'm not sure why. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, when I feel her body closer to mine. Her front pressed to my back, my breath hitches at the feel of her breath on my skin. She places a light kiss under my ear, after taking careful strides to push my hair from my neck, leaving it bare and exposed.

I internally moan and push further back into her body until I can't take her assaults anymore. I unlock the door, turning around to face her. I look her up and down, biting my bottom lip, then meet her eyes—those piercing blues and I'm instantly captivated.

I pull her in the apartment and the rest of the night is filled things I can't even explain.

The next morning I'm awoken by an arm draped over my hip. The sun is blinding for this time of day and I yawn, before turning over to see Caroline's face buried deep into my pillow. I would've shared, but it was sort of the last thing on our minds last night. I blush furiously at the thought of just under my comforter we're both nude. I'm sure my hair is all disheveled and I grow slightly envious that the dishevel look is carried well on her. I huff at this really because she's utter perfection.

I slowly slide my way out of bed as to not wake her, but the grip is only tightened around my midsection and nails begin to run softly on my skin. I giggle and turn around to see her blue eyes have opened tiredly and she has a hint of a smile playing across her lips.

"Where are you off to?" She asks exhausted and I certainly don't blame her after what transpired last night. If I didn't have to get up for work, I would be content with laying in bed all day.

I smirk and pull her down on her back to slide on top of her. Grabbing her hands and lacing her fingers with mine, I place them over her head and kiss her lips softly. She sighs into the soft kiss, letting her tongue run over my bottom lip ever so gently. I grant access and she immediately is met with mine, and we stay like this for a few minutes till I pull away regrettably.

"I have to shower for work," I whisper into her lips. She scrunches her face cutely and whines slightly childishly.

"Damn you grown-ups," she jests as I slide off her, letting go of her hands as she tries to cling on to one as long as she can.

I smile widely at her as I make my way into the bathroom. I turn around and see her watching me walk away. She has that glint in her eyes and that small smile still on her face. Her head is resting on her arms and I can't help but get butterflies under her gaze. What did I do to get so lucky to run into someone, under the most awkward time?

I'm not in love or anything, but I know if it continues down the road to be like this, there is a high possibility I could fall for this woman.

I start the water and let it heat up before stepping into it. I run my head under the shower, turning to place my face under the heated liquid in hopes to wake up; I feel a pair of lips ghosting over my shoulder. I shudder at the contact as fingertips scratch up my skin. I let out an unsteady breath when those lips graze the shell of my ear. Teeth scrape that sensitive area, and I'm putty in her hands.

I turn around and see her dripping wet from the shower. I lean in and kiss her hard as she wraps her arms around my waist, running her hands up my back and down to cup my backside. I gasp and push forward into her unintentionally, but it gets a rising moan out of her.

I push her against the wall and she groans as my hands wander up her body to her breasts, cupping them both easily in my palms. I nip her bottom lip, knowing already that it drives her mad.

"Do you have time?" She whispers huskily and I breath out a chuckle into her lips, trailing my fingers to where I know for a fact she needs attention.

"I don't think I could stop if I wanted to now," she groans as I enter them inside her, pumping them slowly as to grow the friction. She gasps as I work her up, moaning louder and louder, biting her bottom lip. I trail my lips down her neck, pushing my fingers harder and deeper into her core, knowing she's getting closer with the way her sounds are getting progressively louder and more frequent. Her eyes have screwed shut and I know her climax is just about to rack her body.

"Quinn, fuck. Mmm, Quinn!" Her walls clench around my digits and her body shudders. I push my body up against hers to prevent her from falling to the hard porcelain tub. I help her ride it out and she groans when I slowly pull out of her. Her heart races and her breathing is uncontrollable. I didn't think I was capable of making someone get to this point in sex, but apparently I underestimated my own…talents.

She relaxes a little bit and I smile widely when her eyes land on me. She laughs breathlessly, before placing her arm around my neck to pull me back to her lips.

We kiss for a little bit until I pull away. "I really have to get ready for work now," she pouts at this, but nods, knowing I just compromised with her for those few minutes that we just had.

"Fair enough, plus I should get ready myself since I have a hearing this afternoon," she says and I nod to her with a smirk.

"Busy woman in a pants suit," I remark and she chuckles, pouring shampoo in her hands, running her fingers through my hair.

I sigh contently at the way she lathers it into my scalp. "I know how can you resist?" She jests, pecking my nose. I shake my head with my eyes closed instead of voicing my response. I've never had someone that I was dating give me a shower before, but it felt nice to be taken care of.

Caroline and I have been dating for less than a month, it only just took us awhile to get to the point of having sex, but if I had to go back to being celibate, I don't think I could. She honestly has been the best I've had, though I haven't had much to compare to, but I know she'll be a drug.

And the way she's rubbing my body down, I'll be addicted.

"So when do I get to meet Britt and Santana?" She asked and I hum, before my eyes shoot open at the mention of my best friends…Santana especially. I haven't really been thinking about them and Santana doesn't know much of Caroline, except that we went on a few dates, but it was nothing serious—that was over three weeks ago. Brittany on the other hand knows the extent of my relationship with Caroline. She knows we've been dating and that it's going to most likely get serious because we both want it to happen. She's been begging me to let her meet her and I know I need to since she needs to approve; that won't be a problem though.

"How about tonight? I haven't seen them in a little while. We can meet at that bar near the courthouse that way we'll be close to you, so when you get out of your hearing you can just meet us there," I suggest and she smiles, letting the water rinse me off, before turning the water off. She gets out of the shower and wraps my towel around my body, kissing the side of my neck, then wraps her arms around me.

"Sounds good, I'll meet you there after that then. I probably won't be any later than seven, so just expect me around then," she says and I nod, kissing her lips as I watch her dry off and walk back into my bedroom to grab her clothes. I sigh contently feeling a wave of happiness rush over me.

I hope they like you as much as I do.

I'm sitting with my drink at one of the high top tables waiting for my friends and girlfriend. I figured I'd be the first one there just in case Caroline got out early and ran into one of them before I could introduce them. It's safe to say I'm highly nervous about them meeting one another, especially Santana. I guess I feel a little guilty about not telling Santana more about her and I guess having had deep rooting feelings for her in the first place, then jumping on calling Caroline made it worse. I had planned on asking Santana out that day at her apartment, but I just couldn't risk our friendship over something I felt now could've been so petty.

It's better this way. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

"Q!" I look up and see Brittany waving from the door, walking quickly through the small crowd towards the table. I smile widely and she embraces me tightly, flipping her hair and placing bag down. "I so need a drink," she grumbles, waving down a waitress to order something.

I take a deep breath, feeling the nerves trickle further up my stomach to my chest. It's Brittany, I know I have nothing to worry about, but it's just a reminder that Santana will be here soon and Caroline. I'm just worried about their butting personalities. They'll clash, I feel—at least I know Caroline will be nice; Santana isn't one to be around the bush.

"So where's this hot eye candy that's been keeping you MIA from my life?" She asks and I blush furiously, hiding my face with my hand. I scrunch my nose, shaking my head slightly.

"She is in court right now. She's a DA, so she'll be joining us after her case," I tell her and she nods impressed, taking a sip from her small straw.

"A woman in a pants suit, huh? Sounds appealing to me," she comments and I start laughing, pushing her playfully.

"I said the same thing to her this morning," Brittany laughs along with me, then stops for a moment.

"Wait—," she stops, narrowing her eyes curiously, trying to put her words together and then her eyes widen. "You got some didn't you?" She gasps much louder than I'd like her to.

"Shh—yes, okay. She stayed over last night because of it and then this morning we showered, nothing more," I shrug to her taking a sip of my drink and she shifts her head slightly.

"Yeah because you went the whole way; there ain't nowhere else to go, except down the aisle," she mumbles and I cough on my drink at the thought of marriage. I imagined by now I would be married, then my career happened and those dreams were soon crushed, but to have it placed out as an actual possibility now is mind blowing; however, I'm not even going to bother suggesting that to Caroline now; we're not ready for it.

"Damn, she is sexy," I hear Brittany's voice ring through my ear and my eyes shoot up to the woman that just walked into the bar. I feel a bubbling feeling in my stomach and a small smirk plays along my lips—oh Brittany. The woman spots us and makes her way over to us with a large smile, showing off her beautiful smile, blonde hair flowing with each movement.

When she makes it to us, she leans down and places a kiss on my lips. I lick my lips after she pulls away as she smiles widely. "Sorry I'm a little late," she whispers and I wave off, wrapping my arms around her neck then look over at Brittany.

"Britt this is Caroline. Ly this is my best friend since high school Brittany," I introduce them, using a nickname, which was hard to find since her name sounds so old fashion. I called her it after our third date and it only made her smile. I remember asking her why it made her smile and she said: "it's said when you make a nickname for someone; it means you're not only comfortable with them, but also want them to stay." I understand now what she means, because I'd hate for her to leave now.

"Hey nice to finally meet my friend's girlfriend, though she failed to mention how sexy you'd be," Brittany flirts and it forces a laugh out of Caroline as she takes her seat next to me. She places a hand on my thigh and places some hair behind her ear.

"And you wonder why I never let you meet any of my girlfriends," I remark to Brittany who merely sticks her tongue out at me.

Caroline kisses my cheek and whispers. "No one could ever steal me away from you even if they tried," I turn my head to face her and peck her lips in response because that is probably the nicest confirmation I've ever had from someone.

"How fucking adorable," I look up and see Santana standing there. I gulp at her sudden appearance. I visibly tense at her words. They sounded almost cold, but maybe that was just my imagination, expecting me to believe Santana was capable of being a total bitch for no reason—she can be I'm sure.

"San," I breath out. Her eyes are narrowed at me and it almost looks like she's glaring at the closeness of Caroline and I. I gulp again and let out a breath. "Um this is Caroline, my girlfriend. Caroline, this is Santana," I gesture between the two and Santana smiles sourly, blinking furiously.

"Nice to meet you Santana," Caroline holds her hand out and Santana takes it, shaking it from where she stood and finally sat down next to Brittany on the other end from where I sat with Caroline. She watches me with a hard gaze and I can't understand why. I'm so confused by the way she is taking this meeting.

Brittany looks over at Santana. "Want a drink?" Santana looks up at her and nods, holding up three fingers. I set my gaze on her as Brittany gets up to order as the bar has grown a little busier. Santana looks back at me and she holds eye contact with me for as long as I could muster it.

"So Santana, what is it that you do?" Caroline asks curiously, holding my hand. Santana gives her attention and leans back in her seat.

"I'm a professor at NYU, how about yourself?" She asks somewhat snarky, mocking Caroline's manners and proper English. I know Caroline noticed this, but tried her best to keep it from bothering her. Maybe somehow she knew she had the upper hand in the success pole.

"I'm a District Attorney down the street," she responds and Santana chuckles softly as Brittany brings back the three drinks, placing them in front of Santana.

"How convenient that Quinn here chose this bar," she grumbles and Caroline narrows her eyes curiously. She knew why I chose this bar and obviously Santana did too. It was convenient for everyone really since it was literally between each of our jobs.

We sat there in silence as Santana chugged most of her drink in one sitting. I look over at Caroline as she looks away towards the door. She places her hand back on my thigh and rubs it gently, as if to show she's not mad or anything. The air has visibly become thick and I can see even Brittany doesn't know how to clear it—and she's exceptional at it.

"So…Caroline, where did you go to college?" Santana asked thickly, folding her hands as if she's interviewing my girlfriend. My mouth drops slightly and I shake my head in disgust at my friend's behavior.

"Stanford," she replies instantly with smile, squeezing my thigh in reassurance.

"And how did you meet Quinn? I'm asking you all this because my friend here failed to mention jack shit about you," she blinks and I close my eyes. I suppose that makes loads of sense, but that doesn't give her the right to be rude to her—be rude to me.

I feel the guilt washing over me. I know I should've told Santana as much about Caroline as I did Brittany, but in some way, I thought she wouldn't be happy for me. In some way, I thought I was doing the wrong thing; giving up on Santana so easily. I thought I was doing the right thing just letting her be my friend and nothing more. Yet now I sit here watching how displeased she is with my actions and taking it out on the person she shouldn't be taking it out on, I feel defeated.

"Well we met at a Halloween party at a bar further into the city. She looked lost and I looked out of place, so we spoke and I gave her my number. Although it took her a little longer than I had anticipated on her to call, she finally did a month ago and the rest is history," Caroline elaborates for Santana the small bit of information and listening to it placed out in the open, it really didn't seem like much to tell.

I finally make eye contact with Santana again and she grimaces at me. "Hmm interesting," she quietly replies, chugging her second drink down easily, before sliding her last one to Brittany. "On me—enjoy yourself," she adds, pulling out a few bills and laying them out on the high top before leaving out the door.

I watch her go and all I can hear is the faint sound of Brittany talking to Caroline. I already knew it was about how terrible this get together was and yet I just feel—I feel terrible. I gulp and feel a hand on my back. I look up and meet Caroline's concerned blue eyes.

"I'm fine, but I think I'm going to head home," I tell her softly and she gets up with me.

"I can walk you if you'd like," she says and I shake my head, kissing her cheek. I'm grateful for the offer, but I knew I wanted to be alone. Maybe she and Brittany can get to know each other better. I know in some way, they could become friends—maybe even better ones than her and I are already.

I walk out of the bar, pulling my coat closer to my body and walk down the streets of New York. I'm not sure where my feet were taking me, but it was not in the direction of home. No, I end up on route to the subway, taking the flights of stairs down to get to the part I know pretty well.

I sigh heavily, waiting for the train to arrive. The fact that I feel guilty shouldn't be the issue, but it is. It is and I just wished that things were easier between Santana and I—I wish they were more like Caroline and I. There is no complications, no misinterpretations. Everything is so easygoing and simple, and for once it's something that will make everything so much lighter.

As I stand on the subway, my eyes move around the cart at the random various people. I never realized just how many different kinds of people ride the subway. They vary during the hours of the day. The business tycoons ride it early mornings and late afternoons, the weird types ride it late at night and at dawn. I wonder which group I fit into majority of the time?

I walk out of the cart as it halts and walk up the stairs towards an apartment building. I knew walking these streets during this time of night was a bad thing, but I didn't care. I honestly couldn't because I had business that needed to be taken care of. I had to talk to Santana about this whole situation and be honest—if it came down to it.

I step up the stairs to her building and instantly bang at her door. I stand there for a moment, letting her have time to get to the door, but she doesn't answer. I try again and repeat the same motion, finally hearing the door unlock. I see her standing in front of me with a white men's undershirt and shorts on.

She leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Shouldn't you be with your girl?" She speaks and I look away, sighing deeply.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything about how far things progressed between her and I. I'm still trying to figure it all out myself, but there was absolutely no reason to treat her the way you did earlier," I tell her and she rolls her eyes, sighing with a huff. She pushes herself off the doorframe and walks away. I move my way inside and shut the door.

"Don't follow me Quinn,"

"Then don't walk away from me," I exclaim and she turns around, sighing deeply.

"What the hell do you want from me? Am I sorry that I treated your poor girlfriend like shit? No—besides, she handled herself just fine without you coming to her aid. Am I pissed that you didn't tell me you were fucking her? No—that is your business," she points at me and I tense at her emphasis.

"Then what the hell are you so angry and spiteful about?" I ask her, walking closer to her and she turns her head away. She gets ready to walk away from me, but all I can do is grab her by the wrist.

"She isn't right for you—there I said it," she replies, pulling her wrist from my grasp. I pull her back by the shirt and I can tell she's getting annoyed by my need to keep her in one place. "Let go of me Quinn or you'll regret it," she warns.

"What are you going to do Santana? Hit me? Trust me, even I know you're not capable of doing that to me," I challenge and her eyes grow dark. Her muscles in her face tense and all I can see is her fury running its course through her body, but even through all that—I don't listen to her threat. I push her further until I feel my back hit the brick wall of her apartment. I gasp in slight pain, but I feel her body pressed against me and my arms now trapped over my head by her right hand. Her grasp is tight and I hiss at her strength.

"Don't push me," she whispers, feeling her breath close to my lips. Her being this close has this tug on me and all I feel is dizziness until my judgment is clouded.

"You don't have the right to tell me who is right for me," I respond back quietly. She brushes her lips against mine as if she knows that she has this hold on me that I can't let go of. I thought it was gone, but as I stand here trapped in Santana's grip, I know it was just hiding underneath.

"You obviously knew she wasn't, otherwise you would've called her a long time ago," she counters back and a part of me believes she's on to me. She knows exactly why I didn't call in the first place and it wasn't because I didn't think she was right for me, but because I knew I could have someone better—someone I wanted. She's standing in front of me with her lips mere centimeters from mine, with her body flushed against me, and even in a fit of rage, my heart still beats a million miles a minute when she's around.

"I know exactly who's right for you Q and I know you do too,"

I gulp. "Oh yeah? And who is that?"

As she nearly closes the gap, her breath mixes with mine, and in my lips, before closing that gap between us that I so desperately craved for, she utters that word I've waited to hear since we met.

Me.

So that's it and I had a question about who my favorite Quinn was by a Guest. Now as you can tell, I've incorporated several of Quinn's personalities from the show, at least I think I have, in this story. The personality I love about Quinn the most is when she's independent. I think there is a fine line between being in a relationship and being independent, then being without someone and being independent. You learn to be your own person while still having someone, and I think Quinn hasn't mastered that part yet. She relies too much on the people she's with romantically and it causes her to lose herself, so definitely Quinn when she is single on the show is my favorite Quinn because she builds herself up as an individual. However, in the story, I didn't want Quinn to lose herself with Santana and Caroline, so I feel like she still has that independence, like she doesn't need them to make her happy all the time; they're nice to have, of course, but they don't always need to be there all the time. That's basically what kind of independence I'm referring to. She can get through her day without getting completely distracted by them, but when the work day is over she can call one of them or meet one of them somewhere, and just be with her.

I hope that answered your question. I would've done it privately, but there was no option to PM you. Anyway, take care guys and I hope you guys enjoyed it again. It wasn't easy to write, but I tried my best.