Hello, TID and BTT Fandoms! I know, I know… I finished this, what, a year and a half ago? Well, guess what? I have a surprise. Can anyone guess what it is? Going once… going twice… SOLD! You are all correct. I'm back for a reboot, where I will sporadically post mini chapters that explore the life of Tess and Will, and then their kids, James and Lucie! I know, they will be VERY short chapters, but this way I can update quickly and post whenever, really, so I wanted to do this for you guys. It's more convenient this way and takes less time, and also gives you all a taste of what you're in for. ;)

I figured I would post this in the BTT story because I wanted everyone who follows BTT to get notified of this. Thank you for this idea, issiherondale, AKA my really great friend from Seattle who I have met in person TWICE now, and will meet many more times since I am moving to Portland in THREE MONTHS.

Just in case anyone is wondering, my life has been über hectic. I did a year and a half of high school in one school year, graduated with Honors, worked two jobs (full time and part time) over the summer, started my freshman year, got in a NEW relationship that lasted long distance the whole school year (Issi Herondale witnessed me freaking out when he came home for the first time) and who I am moving in with for the summer and then moving down to Portland with, finished my first year of college with all A's and B's while maintaining my State job, and now I am back to working two jobs, but this time I may take a management position at my other job and work full-time there and part-time at the State. And yes, I'm only 18.

Whew, that sums up my life pretty quickly.

ALRIGHT PEOPLE. Here you go. Happy birthday/anniversary/friend's day/Merry Christmass/Happy Hanukkah/etc. Whatever it is? I hope this makes your day. REMEMBER TO ENJOY, READ, REVIEW, AND KEEP IN MIND THESE ARE MINI CHAPTERS. :))))))

The Funeral

I opened the door to my cookie-cutter house in Brooklyn, New York. I expected my children to bound down the stairs to greet me like they usually did, but all I heard was silence. Silence was an exceptionally rare occasion in my home, so I was immediately suspicious.

"Will? James? Lucie?" I called.

"In here, mommy," my son, James, answered. He was ten now, and my daughter was seven. They grew up so fast that I frequently wondered where time went. It seemed like just yesterday I was partying at the London Institute.

I followed my son's voice to the living room. I spotted his dark curls, just like his father's, and my daughter's wavy brown hair, just like mine. They were walking slowly toward the kitchen, dressed head to toe in black.

"What are you two doing?" I asked, setting my purse down on the small dresser in the foyer. I kicked off my tennis shoes, wondering what in the world my children and husband had been up to in the hour and a half I'd been gone.

"We're going to daddy's funeral," Lucie responded in a flat tone.

My heart began to race. Funeral? What are they talking about?

I huffed. I loved my children, but sometimes they were real brats. They certainly got their father's attitude. I thought dealing with one was enough, but three?

I shuffled past them and into the kitchen, where I saw Will lying on the wooden floor, hands crossed over his chest, eyes closed. I stood over him and put my hands on his hips before his eyes shot open.

"Oh, hey Tess," he whispered before placing a finger over his lips. "I'm dead."

I rolled my eyes. "Enough of the dramatics, William. Get up. We have a plane to catch in three hours."

Will smirked and closed his eyes again, his face going neutral. My kids rounded the corner and stood beside my husband, staring solemnly at him, as if he were actually dead. It was a performance that could have won all three of them Oscars.

I stood and watched them. Lucie had picked flowers from our garden out back, and at this time she placed them on her father's chest, a tear sliding down her cheek. I turned my attention to James, who looked as if he were choking back tears. The looks on their faces made me want to comfort them, the way any mother would want to.

Finally, I decided to play along. "Children, do you know what happened to your father?"

Lucie looked up and gave me an eerie smile. "I didn't mean to, mommy. It was just an accident."

Startled at my daughter's response, I snapped out of their little game. "Have you guys been watching scary movies? How many times do I have to tell you no?"

James finally laughed. "You were right, daddy! It totally worked."

Will finally sat up from his "dead" position. "Aren't I always?"

"More right than mommy is!" Lucie giggled.

I scoffed. "William, what have you infected their minds with?"

He shrugged and stood up, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me closer, planting a kiss on my lips. "I missed you."

I glanced at the clock behind him. "I was gone for an hour and a half."

He sighed and looked over at the kids. "Alright, you two, that's enough stress for your mother today. Go play upstairs."

James and Lucie took off around the corner, and seconds later their little feet were running up the stairs.

Will looked back at me. He had a few gray hairs on the sides, but his eyes were as brilliant blue as ever. He leaned into me and kissed my jaw before he kissed my lips again.

"An hour and a half felt like a whole day. I missed you, Tess."

I smiled against his lips. He was a brat, but he was still his sweet self. Even after almost ten years of marriage and two kids later.

"I always miss you, even when I'm mad at you," I responded, and kissed him.

"You're always mad at me," he teased, nipping at my lower lip with his teeth.

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Not always. You're just dramatic and I get annoyed."

Will sighed again and pulled slightly away so that he could look at me. "You already attended my funeral, Tess. These ten years have been killing me slowly."

I scowled at him. "It's hasn't been ten years yet."

Will rolled his eyes. "We're going to London for our anniversary. It basically has been."

"Not yet. And speaking of London, we aren't going there just for our anniversary."

He groaned and sank to his knees, burrowing his face into my inner thighs. Not in a sexual way, but in a childish way. "Theresa, we don't have to go."

"Yes, we do! Everyone will be there. It's been, like, three years since we saw most of our friends," I argued.

He shook his head. "No. I'm not going. I left that place behind me."

I playfully tugged his hair. "We're going, William, and that's that."

Will fell to the ground and lied completely still. "Are you happy now, Tessa? I'm dead."

I laughed before dropping to my knees and crawling toward him. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "What do you say we go to our room and 'finish packing' while the kids watch a movie? We can go to the airport after."

At that, Will scooped me up and carried me up the stairs. After all, we didn't get much alone time these days.

Like I said... they will be quite short. Hopefully not this short, but definitely short. I hope this was enough to bring you guys back to the fandom, and most definitely keep an eye out because this bitch is back! :P I love you all and thank you for all of your support.

Your reviews motivate me to keep going, so please review and I will post more frequently!

Playlist:

-Mine - Beyoncé Feat. Drake
-Go Flex - Post Malone
-Pray You Catch Me - Beyoncé

XOXO,

Caitlyn :)