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Warning: NSFW, new panties maybe required. Lemons dead ahead!
Chapter 33
~eik~
On the Eve Of
BPOV
My dream slowly started to slip and crumble as I felt the soft cotton of my underwear being tugged past my hips. I woke to my panties snagging at my knees. A slightly frustrated sigh echoed through my thoughts and then the cotton continued it course when I shifted my legs. Warm fingers and the slip and slide of fabric dancing a course to my ankles made me shiver.
"Fuck you're beautiful," Edward mumbled somewhere above me. He knew I was awake, though I refused to open my eyes.
Sleep warm hands parted my thighs, and a lazy grin broke across my face. Rough fingertips tripped and trailed up each leg, stopping at my hipbone. I whispered in a groggy voice, "Good morning," and wet lips touched my inner thighs. Soft kisses between my legs woke my insides, and a low rumble issued from somewhere inside my chest.
"Good morning, kitten."
I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the soft velvet of his tongue sliding at a lazy pace, like he was intent on doing nothing but this all day. I won't complain.
His tongue moved deeper and my groans became more pronounced. My fingers combed through his hair. "Your taste is different," he said before sucking my clit into his mouth.
"Huh?" I managed to breathe out, bucking my hips, needing a little more friction.
"Not bad, never bad. You always taste so…fucking good, love." He went right back to drawing out long moans and airy pants.
Long minutes went by and my insides worked into a tight ball. I wanted to come, needed to. The pressure in my lower belly was almost more than I could stand. My hips raised and my body shoved against him. Suddenly, his mouth was gone and the mattress creaked with the shift of his weight.
Edward stretched out next to me and let his fingers stroke the sensitive skin he'd just been devouring. "You're all sorts of strung up, baby. Relax and you'll come." He kissed my mouth softly, and I could taste a little of myself there.
I grabbed his hand, and with my fingers, I pushed his inside me. "Don't stop," I begged, my hips leaving the bed beneath me.
"Easy, love." He chuckled and shifted in bed again. One hand was low on my belly, the other pushing fingers into my wet core. The pressure he had holding me down felt amazing and my body started to lose control. His smile widened and my grip on the sheets turned deadly.
"Holy shit!" I growled, rolling my hips.
The hand holding me in place moved slightly lower and a thumb was added to the mix, rubbing and coaxing, and I was flying so high I thought I'd never come down. My body started to quiver and I knew I was close. I tried to tell him, tried to guide him, but my words were all closed up in my throat. Coherent speech wasn't a possibility at the moment.
Suddenly, I felt a tight burning and then a warm rush. My body became an absolute live wire and so sensitive, I begged him to stop. I'd never come that hard in my life and the sensation was something I wasn't all too familiar with.
"Holy Christ, that was fucking spectacular," Edward said, pulling his hand away from me. "You've never done that before."
"Never done what—" I stopped realizing what he meant. I was wet. Like soggy wet. I sat up and looked down. The sheets were surely in need of a change now. "I…"
"What did that feel like?" he asked, obviously impressed by my extreme orgasm. I, on the other hand, was all red faced and it wasn't just sex flushed. I was a little embarrassed.
"Edward," I groaned and covered my face.
"No, no, no. Please don't hide. So the sheets need to be changed, big fucking deal. That was amazing to watch. You looked so damned hot riding my hand like that. Completely uninhibited. Tell me what it felt like."
I curled into his body, both of us on our sides, spooning. I took a deep breath, both to calm my wildly beating heart and to shake off the foolish discomfort. "Different. Not like when I come normally. It was…" I struggled to find the words. "Tighter…and it burned for a second, and then there was…umm, like a warm gush. But sweet mother of sunshine that felt so fucking amazing."
~eik~
I stuffed my makeup into the suitcase, zipped it, and stood it beside the bed.
"Tooth brush, hair, and beauty shit?" Edward shouted from the bathroom.
"Check."
"You know it's only three days, right?" He eyed the bag as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom and gave his head a shake.
"Zip it, boy." I crossed the room and kissed his chin. "Now lug, please and thank you," I said all candy sweet as I walked past him. I heard him chuckle.
I checked my purse to make sure my phone was fully charged and noticed a text from Rose.
Text me with your room number when you check in. I'll try to get on the same floor. ~Rosie
I tapped out a quick response and tucked both the phone and its charger into my purse. I went over the checklist I'd written up the evening before and made sure I had everything accounted for. Satisfied, I nodded to myself.
"Ready?" he asked, watching me shove the last of a piece of toast in my mouth.
We packed up Edward's car and headed for Seattle. The October sky was bright and the air was that cool, crisp kind of air that smelled of fall. The forest around us wiped by in dark reds, burnt yellows, and smoldering oranges. It was beautiful and by and far my favourite time of year. Houses we passed were decorated to haunt and scare with jack-o-lanterns, bloody ghouls, and dressed in black witches. Tomorrow was Halloween.
Rose and Emmett were driving down later in the afternoon because he had an important meeting that couldn't be moved, so we agreed to meet for dinner that evening, and then the pre-wedding crazy would begin. Jasper swore hookers and coke was not on the to-do list for the evening, but I ruled out little when you threw Emmett into the mix.
"Just don't show up with a tattoo on your face or a monkey in tow, got me?" Rose had warned him.
My evening would be spent playing drinking games, doing toe nails, and carving pumpkins. Though I'd made fun of Alice for her silly little request, truth be told, I was looking forward to it.
Her assistant, Molly, would be joining us. She too was standing up in the wedding, though this would be the first time meeting her. Molly lived in Los Angeles and flying down to Seattle for a dress fitting was just plain dumb, so Alice had the dress shipped to her, and Molly took care of it on her end. From the pictures I'd seen, Molly was a beautiful girl. Alice described her as being a little taller than me with dark red hair, pale, freckled skin, and a wonderfully curvy figure.
~eik~
"Baby?" Edward's voice pulled me out of I don't know where, but it was deep.
I pushed the palms of my hands into my face, rubbing my eyes. "Musta fallen asleep," I mumbled into my hands.
Beside me, Edward chuckled. "You were moaning. Like, moaning."
Blindly, I smacked his chest. "And you woke me up? Gee thanks! My hero. Way to save me from my randy subconscious." My words were a little more than cheeky and my face a little on the evil kitten side, but I was honestly a little peeved that he pulled me from that dream. I couldn't remember it, but my body knew damn well what it was about.
Again, he laughed at me, placing a hand on my thigh. "Little horny?" he asked, turning his eyes from the road for a second.
"Eyes on the road, Cullen," I barked, squeezing my thighs together. Okay, so maybe I was…a little.
"Even after that world class orgasm this morning? Wow, you're insatiable." His voice was absolutely teeming with come-hither.
I didn't say a word. I just blushed a furious shade of red and looked out the window at the passing traffic.
"Wanna pull over?"
"No!" I shouted, looking at him as if he'd lost his sweet mind.
"Liar," he whispered with a cocky smile on his face. "Bet you a bag of Jelly Belly Dips that's exactly what you want. I bet the thought is running through your head like an out of control steam engine right about now."
He wouldn't be wrong. I could picture it with perfect clarity and brilliant colour: my legs over his shoulders and Edward forcing hot breaths and loud moans from me; my head not so gently rocking into the car door; the sound of the traffic whizzing past us on the busy interstate.
"Yeah, well maybe you started something this morning. Your fault," I said in a pouty voice.
"Then maybe I need to finish it." His voice had dropped low and kind of made me burn a little.
"You're not pulling over on the fucking highway." As sweet and sinful as that thought was, I was not prepared to explain to the state police why the Volvo was rocking on the side of the road at eleven in the morning.
"So no roadside action?"
"No."
"Well you're just a fun killer," he said, switching lanes to move around a very slow moving minivan. "Never have I ever…"
"I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass," I groaned.
"Pick?"
"Huh? Pick what, you lost me." I scrunched my face up in confusion.
"Where would you choose? You know, public sexin'."
I bit my lip and shook my head.
"Tell me, Isabella Marie," he begged in a smooth and sexy voice.
"Definitely the movies," I admitted. "Um, stairwell in a public building."
"Stairwell? Not the elevator?"
"Nope, been done. Besides the acoustics in a stairwell, all those moans. Hot."
"Right. Anywhere else?" he asked, his hand stroking my thigh.
I sat for moment and flipped through all my Edward induced fantasies. All them hot and kind of unholy, but the one that got me all bothered and blood boiling was one that I'd never voiced. I rarely allowed myself to indulge in the thought because it embarrassed me that I even found it erotic. My face heated just thinking about it, and I covered it with my hands.
"Oh no, sweet girl, you're not allowed to hide your face from me. What is it? Is it super dirty?" His voice was playful and his fingers slipped between my hands and pried them away from my plum coloured face.
"Just say it, Isabella. But know that if it involves Em or Jazz you might have some explaining to do, darling."
I giggled nervously and shook my head, allowing my hair to fall forward, hiding my face just a little. "It's not really in public at all…really."
"Okay…"
I took a deep breath and spoke. "Someone watching," I mumbled.
"Like watching us make love?"
"Yes," I whispered, glancing out the window and avoiding the look I knew was there. I'd never felt safe enough to say that out loud before.
"Man or a woman?" He didn't sound disgusted; he sounded curious, which surprised me.
"Woman."
"And she just watches?"
"Yes. Get off that track, the trains not pulling into that station, buddy." I pointed a finger at him, his smirk firmly set in place and his eyes a little too fucking bright. "No three-way action. Sorry, Cullen."
"Don't look at me like that, woman! Every heterosexual male on the planet has dreamed of having two women. Oh, oh, or, even better…" He sounded way too excited, but his bubbly school girl tone made me smile. "You getting it on with another woman while I watch. Yup, that's totally doable and so unbelievably hot."
"Edward Anthony Cullen, you're a perv and I love you, but I'm not having sex with another woman. Sorry." I pat his arm sympathetically.
"Again, I say fun killer."
"Yeah, yeah, just drive."
"I think you should tell me about this hot little non-three-way that's got you all lit up like a jack-o-lantern," Edward coaxed.
"Will you shut your mouth and never mention it again if I do?"
"I promise nothing," he said with a wicked, cocky grin.
"It's just a naughty little daydream. But whatever." I shrugged my shoulders and went for it. "It's pretty damn basic. We get naked knowing full well she's watching. She's usually sitting in a chair across from us. The scenery changes all the time. Sometimes it's in your loft and she's above us, watching from your room. The where changes all the time, but the rest is pretty static."
He uh-huh'ed and nodded as he drove us toward the Emerald City. "So it's just the thrill of having someone watch you? Watch us both unravel like that?"
"Kind of. It's more than just that though." I wasn't sure how to best explain it, so I went into full on ramble mode. "There's like this innate trust that just has to be present, you know? And this confidence…to let someone see you like that. Not just naked, but…truly naked. Bared."
"But I see you like that all the time," Edward said in a curious tone. His eyes moving between the road and the mirrors.
"Yes you do. But you love me. For someone else to witness that trust between us, to see what it took for me to be able to do that…" I felt like I wasn't making any sense. "That she sees that, senses it, and more than that, enjoys the hell out of it…that's the turn on."
I really didn't know how else to describe how that person had no amount of power in my little fantasy, that they were there merely as a witness to my love for Edward, to my confidence as a woman and as a lover.
"So this mystery woman, she's um…she's masturbating?" Edward looked from the road, one eye brow raised in question.
"Not always, but I always know she's enjoying the show so to speak."
"Huh," Edward said, looking from me to the road and back again.
"I know, I'm a freak." I felt heat touch my face again.
"No, I didn't and wouldn't say that. My brain has had you covered in Cool Whip; you're no freak, Isabella. I'm just surprised, kitten. It's hot." He turned his face to me and winked. I had nothing but a sheepish smile for him.
"When I dreamed of this before…when I was with Mike, the man in the fantasy had no face. It wasn't Mike. Nothing about him smacked of Michael at all and that always made feel a little guilty."
"And now?" he asked,
"It's always you."
We drove for the next forty minutes lost in our own thoughts and revelations, sometimes discussing trivial things like the runaway horror movie that scared the Holy Hanna out of millions over the past two weeks. I think we were in the hotel room for about two minutes before he was pulling clothes off me and bending me over the chair. It was fast and hard and full of grunts and grinding and just what I needed.
~eik~
"Molly, this is Bella and her Edward," Alice introduced us, hugging each of us as we approached the table. She looked completely calm and confident.
"Nice to meet you both, Ali's told me so much about all of you." Molly dropped back to her seat, but kept her eyes on us both.
Dinner buzzed by with smooth white wine and fast talk of the approaching nuptials, and still Alice remained calm.
The evening before my first wedding I was cucumber cool, until I was alone. Then I got the jitters. I suspected that this might be the case with Alice.
Alice and Jasper had checked into adjoining suites four floors above us, and Rose and Emmett managed to snag a room just down the hall from Edward and I. Molly, we learned was two floors below us. Tomorrow, guests would be arriving. Some staying the weekend, others, like my father and Sue were just driving down for the wedding and back again.
"So shall we stick a fork in it?" Molly said, tipping the last of her wine into her mouth.
"Let's get forked!" Emmett hollered.
~eik~
EMPOV
The cab deposited us on the wet pavement out front of The Ballroom, a night club that Jasper wanted to hit tonight. I was all for a strip club but I was quickly vetoed by Prim and Proper over there. Fuckers.
We stood in line, shifting at a decent pace toward the main entrance. Edward, being a fidgety fucker this evening, flicked the button holding his jacket closed, pulled out his phone and checked for messages. The two girls in front of us that had turned to stare at us, nearly fucking fainted when he shot them a simple glance. Lavern and Shirley obviously hadn't seen a pack of hot like us before. They were practically panting, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
This is the shit I don't tell my wife about. She'd snap Lavern's skinny neck for eyeing me like that. And I'm pretty sure Bella would ride Eddie boy right here on the sidewalk if it meant keeping Shirley's wondering eyes off his junk.
"So are you nervous, dude?" I asked Jasper as we shuffled closer to the entrance of the club.
He ran his hand through his hair and then shoved it in his pocket. "Nope."
Liar.
"I call bull," Edward said, snickering as he slipped his phone back into pocket, ignoring the giggling girls ahead of us.
"I was nearly shitting myself the night before I married Rosie."
"Call it bullshit, call me a liar, but I'm not nervous. She already said yes." Jasper's voice was confident as hell.
The crowd moved forward again and within twenty minutes we were in. The place was crowded and bodies swayed in every which direction. The three of us headed straight for the bar.
"To love, marriage, and three of the sexiest women on the fucking planet," Edward said, holding his shot up.
"Cheers!" we shouted over the din.
Three shots later and we were heading for the pool tables. "I'll break," I offered.
"Yeah, you do that," Jazz said with a cocky look on his booze flushed face.
"Fuck you! My breaks are brilliant!"
"Edward, he's pouting already," Jazz said, waving a hand at me.
"I'm not pouting. I'm just saying." I tried to keep my voice as squeak free as possible.
"Break, Emmy." Edward waved a shot girl over and ordered a round of beer.
"So whatdaya think the girls are doing?" I asked as I lined up my shot.
"Getting drunk and painting their toes," Edward answered. He'd had a rather satisfied look on his face when he came to dinner. Wonder what went down in the Cullen room.
"Bella was all sex glowy when you guys came to dinner." I pulled back then rocked the cue forward. The fucking balls barely moved. Mutiny!
"You're not allowed to break anymore," Edward said, pointing his pool cue at me.
"Eat a dick!"
"Look, he's pouting again," Jazz said with a chuckle. "Oh shit. Sharks are circling. Four o'clock."
I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough Lavern and fucking Shirley were waddling on over.
~eik~
RPOV
"No date for the wedding, Molly?" I asked as we broke out the chips and Bella propped her foot in my lap.
Molly pushed her hair back and pulled it up into a high pony tail. "Nope. Bitch decided I was more trouble than I was worth. Translation: She doesn't like the fact that I'm perfectly happy being a size twelve."
"She dumped you because of your waist line?" Bella said, her voice sounding a little peeved.
"Yup. She thought she could change me. Make me work out two hours a day and eat nothing but rabbit food. I don't operate that way. You get what you see and if you can't handle that, fuck you and your socks."
I laughed at the matter of fact way she said it and shook my head, grateful Emmett never tried to bend me into something I wasn't meant to be.
"Well she's an idiot. You're gorgeous," Bella stated.
"So what colour do you want?" I asked, looking at Bella's wiggling toes on my lap.
"The dark plum one, right there."
Toe nails were done, sex talk was well under way, and I was hoping to hell that Alice was joking about the pumpkins, but no. I wasn't that kind of lucky. She rolled out of the bedroom with a soccer ball sized pumpkin. Of course, there was one for each of us.
"Mary Alice, are you kidding me," I whined.
"I told you, Rose," Bella said with a big damn grin on her face.
What was she so perky about anyway? We were about to be elbow deep in pumpkin guts and that wasn't something worth showing my pearly whites over. Obnoxious little imp.
"Stop scowling, Rose, and go get the carving kits," Alice ordered with her hands on hips, shooting some sort of death glare.
"You're not intimidating," I said as I slipped past her to the bedroom where she was stashing all the pumpkin paraphernalia.
I heard Bella and Molly laughing behind me.
Pumpkins were passed out, and bowls, knives, and news paper were laid out in front of us. Alice eagerly sliced into the top of her orange friend's head. She cut out a circle and then jimmied off the top.
"Oh god, that smells," Bella moaned, covering her nose.
"It smells like pumpkin," Alice said, shooting her a do-not-fuck-with-me look.
"Is it rotten? Because it smells nasty." Bella glared at the gourd, one lip turned up in disgust.
Alice stuck her face right in there and declared the pumpkin fresh.
Molly buried her knife hers next, opening it and scooping out the guts with her bare hands.
"I'm gonna be sick," Bella said, bolting to bathroom.
"She have an issue with pumpkin innards?" Molly asked.
"Never has before," I said, standing to follow her.
~eik~
EPOV
"Maybe we should just hang signs on us that say, 'My dick is spoken for'," Em said, watching the latest group of predators paddle back the way they came, looking rather disappointed.
The two brunettes Em dubbed Lavern and Shirley were only the first in what felt like a never ending fucking parade of women looking to sink their hooks into anyone of us. Our pool game was interrupted more times than I could count.
"Wouldn't have stopped the last two. Those were working girls, for sure," Jazz pointed out. "She was staring at you like she was trying to figure out how much she'd make off a blow-job in the bathroom." He looked at me and his eyes rolled.
We decided to abandon the pool table and found a booth to hunker down in. Emmett was more than a little drunk, so he'd switched to water, and Jazz was taking it easy because he was "firmly warned" that if he showed up at the altar tomorrow reeking of J.D. Alice would use his sulk as a goblet.
"Your parents flying in the morning, right?" I asked Jasper.
"Yeah, first thing. Their flight arrives at 9:24AM. I've got a car picking them up, so no worries." Jasper was smart like that. He knew damn well that no one would be in shape to pick up the Whitlocks at nine in the morning. For that, I thanked him,
"Hey, has Rose or Alice ever motioned anything like…um," I stumbled over my words, a little drunk and little curious "…letting someone watch?" I took a long pull on my beer and placed it on the table in front of me.
"Well shut the front door! Bella Bunny's asking to make your evening activities a spectator sport?" Emmett said, none too couth.
"No, not really. We were talking about the whole public sex thing on the way here and, yeah."
"I'll watch," Emmett said, his brows wriggling up and down, a goofy grin stretched across his half drunken face.
"Shut your face," I ordered, pointing a finger at him.
~eik~
BPOV
The smell of pumpkin permeated the room and it was too much. My mouth watered in that bad way it often does just before you cookies came marching back up your throat, and I made a run for the bathroom.
Dry heaves. That's it. No disgusting gastrological show down between me and the toilet. Just dry heaves. Awesome.
"You all right?" Rose asked, closing the bathroom door behind her.
"Yeah, I'm good. I don't know where that came from."
"Bella how have you been feeling lately?"
I looked at her feeling a little confused. "Fine. Why?"
"When was your last period?"
For a split second my heart jumped into my throat and raced and bounded like a pinball, and then I remembered. PCOS. Not possible. "I don't know, Rose." If I sounded a little agitated it was because I fucking felt a little agitated.
"Maybe I should run down to that store across the street. Just to be sure."
"Drop it, Rosalie. You can't say shit like this to me. Remember the hormone injections, the tests, and the five fucking failed IUI's? I have Polycystic ovaries, Rose. That means sometimes my periods are late. That means sometimes I skip a period or two. That means I can't get pregnant!" I snapped.
"No, it means it's close to impossible. Not impossible, asshole," she spat and I recoiled.
Her words struck me like a wrecking ball. Not impossible.
"Let me go get a test, Bells," she plead, her hand stroking my arm.
"No. I'll do it when it's just me and Edward. If it's negative, he's the only one I want to fall to pieces around. If it's positive, he's the only one I need."
She nodded her head in agreement.
"Rose, I've been drinking all night." Worry suddenly hit me and my stomach rolled again.
"So stop," she said, not showing an ounce of panic. We marched back out to the living room area with our arms linked.
"Are you okay?" Molly asked, looking all kinds of concerned. "I threw out all the pumpkins. Alice doesn't like me anymore."
I sat down next to Molly and put my head on her shoulder. "Well to hell with, Alice." I grinned and shoved a handful of cheesies in my mouth.
As the evening went on, Rose became a little more tipsy and whole lotta open. She recounted things she'd done with Emmett with more detail than I ever wanted to know. The bottle was passed around and it didn't seem to escape Alice's watchful eyes every time I passed it to Molly without taking so much as a whiff of it.
She was on to me, and I wasn't gonna lie, the thought that Rose planted stuck. I knew the odds were stacked so very high against me, but that tiny what if kept me from diving head long into the peach schnapps.
"Your fiancée is hot," Molly announced, looking at me with slightly glazed eyes.
"I know it. And thank you," I said, trying to hold her hand steady as I painted a coat of silver on her nails. She was a hand talker so it wasn't easy.
"So very much my type," she mumbled.
"Ah, Molly, correct me if I'm wrong, but um, aren't you a—" Rose began.
"Lesbian?" she sang. "Sometimes." She shrugged and waved her hand. The one I was painting. Silver nail polished slipped across the back of her hand and she looked down on it, regarding it the way one might an odd piece of art work they weren't sure how to categorize.
"Bi?" I asked.
"Bingo!" She bopped my nose with the tip of her finger.
My cell phone chimed and Rose grabbed for it. "It's Eddie, he wants to know how drunk you are?" she said, squinting at the screen.
"Well you can go right ahead and tell him that I'm not, but I'm willing to bet he is." I winked at Rose. Watching her try to tap out a message was nothing short of fucking hilarious.
"And… send," she said, pushing on the screen and then letting the phone drop to her lap. A giant grin passed over her lips and she held up her hand, counting down with her fingers. She got to one and my phone rang.
"What did you say?" I glared at Rose hoping she mentioned nothing about the would have been jack-o-lantern incident.
"You want me to answer?" Rose said, looking at the glowing phone in her lap.
"No, toss it here, shit head."
Alice laughed and Molly giggled like a loon next to me. The botched nail job forgotten.
"And exactly what part of you is Molly touching?" Edward slurred into the phone.
I smiled and shook my head. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"Yes, yes I think I would. That would be…shut up, Emmett! That would be why I called. If you're making out with another chick, I want details, kitten. Very detailed details."
"Wow, you're plastered," I said with a snort.
"Yes, and I want full closed caption kind of play by play, woman. Do not hold out on me."
Christ, he's cute when he's drunk. I wanna to suck the beer taste right off his tongue.
"Well when you sent that text, she was licking my ear," I said in a slow, purring voice. I winked at the girls and smiled when they giggled.
"Can she go back to that… the ear? And maybe add a little tit," Edward asked, his voice was uneven and booze heavy, but I heard the lust creeping in.
"You want Molly to fondle me?" I asked, mocking shock. "I can't believe you'd let another person anywhere near—"
"Molly's an acception…" he slurred.
"Exception," I enunciated.
"That's what I said. She's an exception because she's hot, and she's a she."
"Right," I said, nodding and smiling at his antics. I so very much love this man, even though he is trying to pimp me out to the wedding party. "I'll see you in morning, you lush." I whispered an I love you and then hung up.
"So the men are looped?" Alice asked.
"I don't know about Jazz and Emmett, but my boy is three sheets to the wind." I shook my head and looked down at the phone. A text from Edward.
U should ask Molly to watch. ~Edwardd.
End Notes:
So what do you think of Molly? Love her? Hate her? Wanna take her home for the night?
I haven't dropped a rec in a while now, so here you go Glass House by Livie79. It's up on FFn. If you can handle heartfail and tons of sad faced moments, then you should read it and send her a little love too.
I'm sure some of you have guessed that this fic is winding down. I'm not sure how many more chapters, but not many. The next few (that are written) have been very difficult and I'm excited to get them out to you. Catch ya next chapter, Jen.