AN: Wow, what a mad week! And still not quite over… there seemed to be an issue with last week, so you may not have read the last chapter, which I think is posted twice, but I am not going to mess with it for now, hopefully this chapter won't come with phantom posting emails, fingers crossed.
Do read the last chapter, as this one flows on and there's some lighter fluff with Rosie and Uncle Tony.
Usual disclaimer applies and once again the same trigger warnings as the previous 2 chapters.
Take care x
Chapter 21: All That I Can Do
Time: 23:00
Amelia lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, she's not sure how long she's been there by now. Her body feels like it's starting to meld with the mattress, the heat of the sheets matching her own temperature. She can hear noise in the distance and she questions who it is, someone else come to guilt trip her some more. She thought Steve would be back from the tower, but he's not climbed into bed yet. She halts at the thought that it might be him and he doesn't want to be near her, what if he blames her.
Pulling herself up, she swings her legs over the edge. It instantly feels cold and she wants to get back in. She thinks about something and then reaches back, grappling beneath her pillow. Grabbing the sonogram and shoving it in her sweater pocket. She pulls her hood up and shuffles to the door of her room. The lights are out but there is a glow coming from downstairs. She starts on the stairs, planning to surprise whoever is down there, but immediately she sighs at the creaking steps beneath her. When she reaches the bottom she heads for the lounge, immediately spotting the uninvited guest. She relaxes a little, knowing at least there won't be a heavy line of questioning. Then she freezes, thinking this is how they started this entire ordeal.
'What are you doing here?' Bucky looks up at her from lying on the couch, the grump croaky voice not what he expected. She can see he's not relaxed like last time, he looks tired, almost like he can't sleep. 'Just watching some TV.' Amelia sulks and scuffs the floor, 'keeping an eye on me, you mean.' Bucky shakes his head, 'no, watching TV.' Amelia appreciates his lie, she considers what to say, 'can I uh, sit with you?' Bucky nods nonchalantly, shuffling over 'sure, you wanna lie with me?' He smirks at her and Amelia acts grossed out, 'ugh no.' She smiles a little, letting him know she's kidding, but she quickly feels guilty for the moment of joy, resuming her straight face. He makes space for her and she sits as far away as possible.
'Steve tells me you like this guy?' Bucky throws and catches the remote, Amelia looks to the TV, focusing on Jimmy Fallon, she doesn't answer. She pulls her legs up to her chest, burying her face into her knees, spotting the time on the TV. 'Where is he?' Amelia asks looking around. Bucky answers flippantly 'he has gone to see young Rosalyn. She's still at Stark's. He had dinner there, watched a movie, I think. But then there were some issues at bedtime, so he stuck around.' Amelia scoffs, 'I know she's still there, I'm not that bad of a mother!'
Bucky raises a brow at the outburst, asking flatly 'is that what you think?' Amelia looks surprised by him calling her out, 'hey, I don't need your pity.' He just laughs at her, 'you might not need it, but you should take it. It's not pity, it's empathy. Look, I get it. I've stayed in bed for days on end, no reason to get up. Scared of what the world might throw at me.' Amelia cringes at how bang on he is. She softly admits, 'I can keep her safe in here.' Bucky grabs the controller, channel surfing, 'yeeeeah, but then she won't have travelled, or been to work, or tasted my cooking. You can't stay cooped up forever, kid. And she already had somewhere to keep her warm.' Amelia smirks at him a little, 'I guess I can't. Please don't call me kid, my last stray of dignity is that I'm more mature than my sister.' Bucky chuckles at her, but turns serious, 'you know there's no shame in what happened?' Amelia bites her lip sadly, 'which bit? You seeing me naked?' He ignores her poorly timed and inappropriate joke. 'Sorry.' Bucky shrugs, 'no, any of it.' Amelia grabs a couch cushion, putting it over her tummy and dropping her head onto it, 'I can't feel her, Bucky.' He pauses and slowly looks across; he can hear her sniffing into the velvet cushion and his gut twists. His voice croaks as he justifies 'she's had a busy couple of days, just like you have.' Amelia takes a deep breath, whispering, 'God, I hope that's true.' Bucky's confused; Steve said the hospital told them everything was fine.
Bucky begins 'Steve…' Amelia groans, 'I know, I know, I've shut him out, he's sad too! I get it! I'm a monster!' Bucky appears blank, 'no, I was going to say, he'll be back soon.' Amelia is embarrassed, 'are you really not here to defend him? Tell me he's hurting as well? Quit being such a bitch, Amelia!' Bucky shakes his head, focusing on an infomercial, 'no, you already know all of that. Not the bitch part, you're just being cruel there.'
Amelia watches Jimmy on mute and her eyes trail back to Bucky.
'Thank you for what you did the other night.' Bucky gives up with the TV and switches it off, chucking the controller into a basket on the floor. He turns to look at Amelia seriously, 'you have nothing to thank me for.' Amelia agrees with him, no fight left to challenge him. Bucky stares at her wondering what he can say or do to makes things a little easier. He smiles contently and taps his lap, nodding to her feet. Amelia giggles at him, 'you will regret that. Sets a precedent.' She stretches out and snuggles down, legs out fully. Bucky gently places his unsure hands on her ankles, noting only one sock.
'How's the name game coming?' He asks and Amelia smiles sadly, just looking unsure in his direction. He slaps her ankles, 'ah good, no progress. Great, because I've got some more ideas and now we know it's a girl, we can get specific.'
Amelia smiles at him gratefully, she can see how hard he is trying, she closes her eyes, 'ok, hit me.' She strokes the scan picture inside her sweater pocket and inhales steadily. Bucky takes a deep breath of his own, building tension, 'Betty?' Amelia chuckles, 'no way!' Bucky nods thoughtfully, 'ok, ok, umm Deloris?' Amelia shuffles further down into the couch, 'these are cute, but have you got any more modern ones?' Bucky grins at her, tickling her feet, 'fine! Millie?' Amelia pauses, 'that's quite sweet, Millie Rogers. Sounds like trouble, just like her uncle.' Bucky looks up slowly, knowing that will make someone very happy. Amelia smirks, 'I like it.' She rolls over and reaches for a pad of paper and a pen that are abandoned on the coffee table. She scribbles baby names and underlines it twice. Bucky is impressed, 'getting serious. Good, because I have more.'
00:32
Bucky looks down at the sleeping brunette, watching her tired face, he can really see the similarities to Andi whilst she is so still. Her under eyes are dark and he wonders how someone can look so sleep starved when they've been in bed for two straight days. The cat jumps onto her tummy and Bucky quickly bats him away, 'go on, get down.' He just purrs closer to the soldier and slips into Bucky's lap, stroking against his chest and Amelia's feet. Digby drops down, almost instantly falling asleep and Bucky looks unsure, he was just thinking about leaving, now there's two of them snoozing on him. Checking his phone, it's gone midnight and he wonders where the hell Steve is or if he should leave Amelia at all. Simultaneously he hears the front door unlock.
Steve looks over, making eye contact as he hangs his keys up. 'Hey,' Bucky whispers, 'all good?' Steve hides a yawn, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion 'yeah, finally down, nearly just gave up and brought her back, you left before the tears. Smart move.' Bucky smirks smugly, but it never reaches his eyes. Steve steps close, 'you have a friend.' He points at the cat and then notices the passed out woman beside him. Steve stares down at her, his breath hitching, she looks as tired as he feels, but he warms at the sight of her out of bed. Bucky fills in the blanks, 'she umm, came down to investigate who had broken in, we chatted a bit and then she fell asleep, I didn't know if I should move her or what.' Steve watches her, her chest rising and falling steadily, she looks more peaceful than he's seen her for three days. 'How was she?' Steve asks nervously, Bucky sighs, 'ok, tough on herself, blames herself, but ok.' Steve nods, standing in silence. Bucky wonders what he's thinking, he really can't read him. Steve looks lost.
'What if something had happened, Buck?' His friend strokes the cat, reassuring 'but it didn't, don't dwell on that bit, for the love of god.' He realises he's petting the purring kitty and quickly stops. Steve nods eagerly, knowing he is right, 'you're sure she's ok? Did she really seem alright? Better?' Bucky nods, 'she will be. Maybe leave her down here, you can have a night in the grown-up bed.' Steve looks a bit embarrassed, wondering how he knew.
'Oh, umm your jacket is here. I'll get it.' Steve leaves the room and Bucky wrestles his way out, pushing the cat off and trying not to disturb the sleeping Amelia. He stands and feels stiff and looking down at her he feels sudden overwhelming sadness. She doesn't deserve this, neither does Steve, he wonders why bad things happen to good people, life seems merciless at times, undiscriminating. She wasn't doing anything wrong, just trying to have a family. He thinks of himself and a voice inside his head questions, 'what did you do wrong?' He can't think of anything, he was just trying to serve his country. He shakes himself, ashamed to be comparing the scenarios. He reaches out and strokes a hand over her crown, relieved when she doesn't move. He's really quite fond of her and he thinks back to Rosie's poem, thinking maybe he is a bigger part of this story than he thought. He looks around and grabs up the list they started, shoving it into his pocket, poorly folded and creased.
Out by the front door, Bucky looks at Steve awkwardly. 'You doing ok?' Steve nods over zealously, 'yeah fine, just, you know, keeping things going. Honestly, I'm exhausted, not sure how she does it all by herself.' Bucky frowns, 'no, I meant, how are you doing?' Steve shrugs, admitting quietly 'I know what you meant.' There's silence and Steve opens his mouth, but just says, 'oh, your jacket, sorry, distracted by something on my way. Don't leave without it, wait there.'
Bucky watches him wander away, he looks down at the paper in his hand and quickly goes to the kitchen. Clearing room in the centre of the fridge and pinning the list up in pride of place. There's only Millie on there and a scribbled out Eleanor. Looking at it now, Bucky doesn't think he's keen on either names. Bucky steps back and feels proud, thinking he's done some good here tonight. He can hear Steve in the hall and he returns to say goodbye.
06:56
Amelia awakens in the morning, half expecting Bucky, but relived at the sight of Steve. He's asleep in the armchair across from her, the cat curled up in his lap. He looks horribly uncomfortable and Amelia feels nothing but guilt. She turns onto her side, watching him silently. He looks perfect as he sleeps, no drool or misplaced hairs, it reassures her, they are still them, this is still home, they are all safe. His shirt still looks pressed and Amelia almost giggles. She hears a buzzer and quickly buries down, feeling ashamed to be caught watching him. She rolls away and hears him murmur and groan. The alarm finally stops and she knows he needs to get Rosie for school. She feels his lips on her cheek shortly after and he leaves the room, talking to the cat.
'Your mom says you will like me as much as you do her if I feed you more, that true?' Amelia smiles to herself, calling her mom is a habit from when Rosie is there, but it just serves to remind her of her gnawing pain. She wills herself to sit up, wander out there and be her normal self. Throw her arms around him at the sink and kiss his back, begging him to make her a coffee, to stay a while longer and not rush to work. She can feel her greasy hair under her fingertips and knows she's just not quite ready to emerge from her self-induced cocoon. She hears him head back her way and he does something nearby that she can't decipher, but she can make out him taking his keys and leaving.
Amelia looks up at the door, sad that she didn't say goodbye, instantly regretting it. She peers around and spots a note, explaining that he's gone to get Rosie, have breakfast with her and take her to school. Wiping a nervous hand through her hair and cringing at the lank feel. She leans back and swallows thinking of the shower. She blanches. She decides she can't, not right now. She knows it's time to get back up, so she makes a quick decision.
Time to get up and get on with things. She reaches for a phone beside the sofa and dials a familiar number.
'Hey, it's me, can you come over?'
08:00
'That's cold! Warm it up, please!' Amelia grumbles and Andi switches the tap to hot, watching as the kitchen sink fills. 'Why are we doing this here, Mia?' Amelia keeps her dripping head over the sink, staring at the rising water. Andi continues, 'this is about the shower, isn't it? You can't abstain from washing forever. Even I will stop visiting.' Amelia rolls her eyes, groaning quietly 'just not today, ok. Please just help me?' Andi stops the faucet and starts pouring water over Amelia's hair, moving it from behind her ears and watching water trickle down to her roots. Using one of Rosie's plastic cups to wet her sister's head.
'You feeling ok? You comfy?' Amelia braces against the sink, knelt on a dining room chair. 'I feel ok, a little achey and churned up, but I don't know what is real and what is in my head anymore.' Andi squirts shampoo onto the back of her sister's hair, massaging it in, 'two days in bed will do that to you, lots of thinking time.' Amelia closes her eyes, smelling the strawberry shampoo. She swallows thinking of the night in the shower.
'I was so scared,' she confesses almost inaudibly. Andi pales, she was scared as well. She wants to ask why she didn't call her sooner, but she hears the selfishness in that question. 'Bucky was... Bucky, he was so good,' Amelia admits and Andi smiles with unhidden pride, she sobers and coughs, 'I think he took a bit of a hit, he's not been himself since, very quiet.' Amelia feels guilty for that, worrying her lip between her teeth and then finally asking 'how's Steve?' Andi sighs, smoothing Amelia's hair into a wet ponytail. 'He seems to be on autopilot, you two spoken much? Maybe you should ask him yourself?' Amelia shakes her head a little embarrassed. 'What if he blames me?' She mutters into the china sink. Andi begins to rinse, 'for what? Nothing happened, no one is to blame.' Amelia takes a deep breath before admitting, 'I still haven't felt her, I don't think so anyway, I'm imagining it now, creating kicks or hiccups, I just want to know she's in there.' Andi pauses sadly, mustering certainty in her tone 'we saw her glamour shot, she's in there. Steve is passing that one around more than the last two.' Amelia laughs weakly, tears spilling into the soapy water.
'Thank you for coming over' she whispers as Andi finishes rinsing the shampoo from her long brown hair. Towel drying it roughly, she grins, 'I don't start until nine. And that's a loose nine.' Amelia stands up, wrapping her head in a towel, 'that's not a thing.' Andi watches her and suddenly hugs her sister, 'I'm glad you are both ok. And no hard feelings about kicking me out the other night.' The sisters look at each other, a shift in the air between them.
'You're moving out, aren't you' Amelia states calmly. Andi nods, 'I have to, it's the right time. You need the room, I have Bucky. My job.' Amelia nods sadly, reaching for her sister's hand, 'not today though, yeah?' Andi hugs her close, 'no. Not today.' Amelia sniffs against her sister and Andi steps back, 'oops you are getting me wet now. So, do you need anything else?' Amelia shakes her head slowly, squeezing her sister's hand with gratitude. Andi backs away, 'well, please get changed, I know you wore that to the hospital, bit gross.' Amelia laughs awkwardly, 'sure, will do.'
Andi wipes up any spilt water and clocks the fridge, reading the paper list 'hey, when did this happen? I have loads of suggestions, got a pen?' Amelia looks up at the baby name list, the memory coming back to her. She smiles, 'umm yeah, go ahead, write some down.' Andi grabs a marker from the busy kitchen counter and scribbles something, her sister chiming 'be serious.' Andi quickly crosses it out, writing below Isabelle-Issy.
Andi turns back to her big sister, 'well I think my work here is done, you look like a drowned rat and have some serious tidying to do around this place. Who knew Steve was so messy.' Andi eyes her nervously, 'look after yourself, call me if anything happens and we will figure out moving soon, no rush though, ok?' Amelia takes a decisive nod, seeing her to the door, pulling the towel from her head and abandoning it on the stairs. Andi turns back, 'did you tell mum and dad?' Amelia shakes her head, 'no and don't you, alright? I will, soon, I promise.' Andi agrees, trying to be her cheery self, 'laters!'
As Amelia shuts the door, she looks around, she's alone and away from the safety of her bed. Looking down at herself, she decides a wash and a change of clothes is good advice.
First she goes to the cupboard under the stairs, careful not to hit her head and reaches in for something, hissing in success when she spots it.
11:39
Amelia finds herself scrubbing the kitchen, her joggers damp from the freshly cleaned floor. She huffs looking around and spotting a bit she missed. She feels like she scrubs and scrubs, but it still looks filthy. 'Why doesn't it look clean?' She mutters bitterly to herself. She touches her tummy and her mind strays back to what happened. Shaking it off, she questions how she can get ever get excited again about her unborn child when her mind can only picture the other night. Will she ever be happy until she can hold her close in her arms?
She looks up in panic at the sound of the doorbell, freezing and wondering who it could be. She stands still, doubting what to do, suddenly feeling as if they can see her, but assuring herself they can't. She creeps into the dining room and tries to look out the front window. She thinks about dropping to her knees and peering out but cusses her childish instincts. The bell sounds again, and she jumps. Deciding she will have to answer it, she straightens and slowly pads to the entrance. Her mind floats to Steve, but why would he ring the bell? With her hand on the doorknob she thinks about retreating up the stairs, returning to the safety of her bed.
She nods with determination and pulls the door steadily open, peeking out, before opening it wide and exhaling.
'Dad.'
Peter Miller stands opposite her with a bunch of flowers and a carton of strawberry milk. A backpack strapped on and a warm smile.
'Delivery,' he chimes merrily and she barrels out the door, enveloping him in a hug. Peter holds her in return, the yellow roses patting her on the back. 'You ok, kiddo?' He asks softly and he feels her shake her head against him. His shirt growing wet from her tears. She sniffs and sobs into him. Pulling away, she wipes her eyes, 'what are you doing here?'
'Steve called me,' he admits and Amelia looks shy, 'he did?' Peter nods, 'yep. Shall we go inside?' She fiddles with the toggles on her hoodie and jumps to it, inviting him into the warm house. 'I'll change some sheets; you can have Andi's room!' She brightens somewhat and he explains, 'just a day visit, Mia, I fly home tonight. Dana's at home.' Amelia bites her lip, tears welling again, 'oh ok.'
He watches her sadly, 'why didn't you tell me?'
Amelia twists her ankle anxiously, 'let me make you a drink and we can talk.'
20:17
Steve unlocks the door to home, glad to be away from the tower, trying to balance a sleeping Rosie on his shoulder, her school bag in his arm and left-overs from Wanda. Suddenly the front door opens for him and he looks up in shock at the sight of Amelia, fresh faced, clean wavy hair and a crisp set of pyjamas.
'Hi, sounded like you were struggling.' Steve just nods mutely, shocked to see her up and about. She steps aside letting him in. Steve heads for the lounge, gently placing a still sleeping Rosie on the couch. He stands and watches her, Amelia leaning against the door frame, 'umm, you're later than I expected. Is she ok?' Steve gently nods, covering Rosie with a throw for the moment.
He indicates away from the room to Amelia and she follows him shyly, glancing back at her little girl. Once in the kitchen he explains heavily, 'yeah, I had some things to sort, Rosie had a late finish, we stayed for dinner, kind of figured you'd be resting still. Sorry if you were worried. How you feeling?' Steve leans against one side of the counter, Amelia shuffling against the opposite side, 'I'm ok, thank you. How are you?' Steve is taken aback by her question, 'yeah, I'm fine, I'm glad you are feeling a bit better.' Amelia cringes at the polite rally of conversation, sighing loudly, 'Steve, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.' Steve's head snaps to her, 'what? I wasn't here for you.' Amelia looks concerned, 'you were working, you can't help that, it could have happened anytime. I was lucky that Bucky was here, he was great.' Steve can't express his gratitude to his best friend, but the reminder still stings.
Amelia shakes her hair loose of her shoulders 'no, I mean, how I hid in bed and forgot you were feeling this too.' Steve softens, trying a smile 'Rosie kept me busy and happy.' They stare awkwardly at each other, each not knowing what to say next. 'I was scared,' Steve admits coyly, Amelia nods slowly, staring at the ground, 'I know.'
Steve doesn't know how to broach this next question, afraid for two days now to ask it, 'have you uh, felt her...' Amelia cuts him off sadly, 'no, nothing, I don't think so. I feel like I am imagining it at times.' Steve is sympathetic, hiding his own fear, 'well, we've got that check-up next week and they said it's all ok. We can't ask for much more.' Amelia smiles softly, 'I know it's ok. I'm trusting myself that she'll be ok. It's all I can do.'
Amelia watches Steve, his fingers giving away his nerves, as they tap the cupboard he's stood against. 'I'm going to go back to work on Monday, get back to normality,' she announces, and Steve appears concerned, 'is that a good idea? So soon?' Amelia bites her lip, 'it's not too soon, I'm fine. Everything's fine.' There's silence and Steve doesn't admit it but even he doesn't want to go back to work after this.
'You had a shower, I see,' Steve points to Amelia's damp hair. 'Oh, yeah, well no, no shower, Andi came over and washed it in the sink for me.' Steve nods, wondering why she didn't just take a shower herself.
Amelia creeps a little closer to him, circling the kitchen island and arriving at his side, 'can we just try and go back to normal?' Steve looks down at her, relaxing and moving a curl from her face, 'yeah, that sounds nice, you ready for bed? Or have you overdone the sleep?' Amelia smiles, 'you know, after two days in there, moping and feeling sorry for myself, I think I'm ready for an actual good night's sleep. I missed you.' Steve appreciates the sentiment, kissing the top of her head, 'me too.'
Amelia brightens, 'hey, look.' She grabs Mr Goose from the table, in the next room. He has two eyes again, one freshly sewn button in place of the one he lost. 'Not bad, hey?' Steve stares down at the stuffed toy, remembering Rosie introducing the goose to him and he's always been there ever since. 'He looks very dapper, good effort.' Amelia smiles proudly, 'oh and there's this.' She walks across to the fridge and points at the name list, there's now six options and Steve smiles slowly, a warmth spreading through him. 'Bucky and I made it, he's been too good to me.' Steve smiles at the list, scrunching his face at the crossed-out names from Andi. 'Well he loves you, we all do, everyone was very worried about you, they send their love.' Amelia feels embarrassed but thankful, 'that's kind of them. I've missed my little girl so much.' Steve nods, 'yeah, it will be good to get back to it and I umm, I took the week off, so we have plenty of time, for once.' She looks up in surprise, 'you didn't have to do that,' he kisses her cheek, 'stop, I did. I wanted to. Don't argue. Save your breath.'
'I'll carry Rosie upstairs,' Amelia announces and Steve jumps to attention, 'no you won't, I will. You go, I'll meet you there.' Amelia tries to argue but he walks away, with a gentle squeeze to her hand.
When Steve appears at their bedroom door, he stops, looking at Amelia sat on the edge of their bed. He steps closer and she whispers 'hey.' He strokes her face softly, she looks a little glassy eyed, 'thank you for everything, you saved me.' Steve looks down guiltily, 'I should have been here.' Amelia groans, 'please don't blame yourself, just take me to bed? Please?' Steve nods and she stands slowly, lifting her arms and keeping her eyes on him. Allowing him to peel her bed shirt over her head, she shivers at the cold air. A pale pink tank top covering her, her baby bump poking over her pants. Steve looks down at her slowly, the moonlight catching her outline. Amelia gets lost in his gaze, feeling pinned to the spot, his warm hands reaching to cup her tummy. She giggles and admits, 'I changed the sheets, it didn't smell good.' She reprimands herself for ruining the moment, as he steps away and drops his hands, kissing the top of her head. It seems to remind him of the heartbreak they managed to forget for a moment. 'Come on, let's get in.' Amelia does as she's told, missing his warmth and feeling guilty for thinking about anything but her baby. She climbs over to her side, watching as he pulls his fitted t-shirt over his head. He folds it neatly and then shakes his pants off, again folding them perfectly. On a different night she'd be itching to get close to him, but she wants nothing more than for him to hold her in a secure embrace.
Steve climbs in, spooning her closer and kissing her bare shoulder. 'Thank you,' she breathes and Steve mutters 'for what?' Amelia sounds teary, 'for calling my dad.' Steve pulls her close, 'he was worried, I offered to cover the ticket but he wouldn't take it.' Amelia thinks back to the day she spent with her father, he always knows the right thing to say, 'Andi will be upset that she missed him,' Steve agrees and strokes her hair softly.
They fall into silence.
'This is the most comfortable I have been in days, I really missed you.' Steve kisses the back of her neck softly, 'I missed you too.' He reaches around and rests his hand on Amelia's tummy. 'Everything will be ok,' he whispers, and she smiles, usually pushing him away, feeling self conscious of her changing body. But for once she basks in the moment, allowing her eyes to drift shut.
They quickly reopen when she feels a faint movement deep inside. Amelia listens intently, as if she can hear her little girl growing. She inhales a little, waiting to feel more, but this time she knows it was real. She feels Steve clench her hand and she knows he felt it too. Amelia exhales and looks up, thanking whoever is listening.
She closes her eyes once again, drifting to sleep with a content smile, 'everything will be ok,' she whispers.
AN: so, I always think of this as an intense three chapter arc, obviously the heartbreak doesn't go away for the rest of the story, but Steve and Amelia are at least a bit more united and looking at ways forward. I love writing Bucky being kind and supportive and a little out of his comfort zone, I like him so much with Amelia, as friends and as a brotherly relationship.
I hope I did their story justice, like I keep saying, I wanted to tell this story and well.
The next chapter is one of my favourites, dunno why! Everyone goes back to reality and work.
Stay safe x
