Hello again everyone! I want to apologize for the hiatus being so much longer than I initially intended! I was going to post when I returned, but I became busy with family issues, and back to school stuff. I had just started my first year at college, so it's been pretty hectic. When I finally found the time, I found that practically everything I wrote in my offline documents (and later uploaded them to the online versions, but apparently not) had been deleted! I couldn't even get the original docs, because I had to reset my ipad. So, I've been having to keep the hiatus longer because of that :(
But I'm back now! And it may take longer due to school, but I promise I'll finish this challenge, even if I need to do it from beyond the grave XD
That being said, this chapter coming back was a little darker/had darkerer themes than I intended :P Therefore;
Word: Mama
Warnings of homophobia, offensive/heavy language, manipulative parents, heavy cursing, & dakavendish
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"I never quite understood such trivial items." Cavendish picked up a little stuffed teddy bear, with a white shirt and arms permanently holding onto a red heart, saying, 'I love you!'.
Dakota leaned against his side, eyeing the caramel colored bear. "Yeah, me neither, to be honest. They're always so…" He picked up a strange looking flower with googly eyes and horribly shaped petals painted a painfully bright yellow and felt blue leaves wired to its stem. There was a sign stuck to it, with a simple heart and 'Mama!' on it.
"...weird."
They giggled, replacing the items, and were about to return to their cart when a little child ran up to the shelves, jumping up and down while scanning the items eagerly. Just then, her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the strange flower Dakota had just put down, and waved it at an incoming man. The man, probably her dad, chuckled. "For mama?"
"Yeah!"
"Alright kiddo." He scooped her up in his arms, and turned back to their cart. "I'm sure mama will love it."
Cavendish smiled at the sweet interaction. Even with the awful item, his heart would melt at the adorable gesture if his child would do the same. "Well, I suppose they're more suitable for children than for us to provide for our mothers."
Dakota smiled up at his partner, tugging him back towards the cart. "Yeah, that's true. I don't think I would have ever gotten my mom whatever that was, even as a kid though!"
Walking through the store, they passed more and more 'heartfelt' propaganda for mother's day, red hearts and chocolates, watching as people, children and husbands, rushed to get last minute gifts of rushed appreciation, leading to an inquiry from one of them, which lead to a discussion, which led to a quiet disagreement (the poor cashier didn't look like he knew how to react when Dakota aggressively asked him with a grin if red was better on chocolate than green was) which led to a don't-get-me-started competition about the celebrated day as they packed up the groceries.
"...Not to mention, the capitalistic gains and societal expectations bending from centuries worth of media propaganda and visual aids, and the children don't even know what they're supporting!" Cavendish finished his rant and parked the car, slightly flustered but grinning like a madman as Dakota was doubled over in the passenger seat, clutching his stomach and wheezing for breath. Cavendish let his own laughter echo in the car, completely forgetting what he was talking about already.
"Shit! Alright, I gotta give you the win for that don't-get-me-started! That was hilarious, Cav!"
"Yes, well, I have my moments," he said as he opened the trunk, setting a gentle kiss on top of Dakota's curls, still grinning as the male regained his breath.
"Oh, you don't say…?"
"Vincent!"
Vinnie laughed, grabbing a few bags. "I kid, I kid, darlin'. You're very funny."
"I feel like that's a little backhanded." He mirrored Dakota's movements, giving him a little chuckle so that his partner knew he wasn't taking any offense.
"Heh, I love you too, Cav. Oh, you have the keys, right?"
Cavendish sighed, producing his set of keys. "Please don't tell me you forgot yours again."
"Uhm...I love you?"
"Yes, yes, I love you too."
The back door swung open, and they stepped into their kitchen, setting the groceries down on the little island in the middle of their small but functional kitchen. Over the counter window space, Cavendish spotted a small light that flashed, the gentle red obvious against the white walls.
"We have a voicemail?"
"Probably more of those damn scammers and insurance companies. Man, I hate them. We've really gotta find a way to block them, I'm really getting tired of hearing the same somewhat monotone voice trying to sell me car insurance, babe."
Cavendish smiled at the comment. "Yes, we should really do that." He turned back to his partner, taking his hand. Immediately, Dakota stepped closer, pausing for a second, but when Cavendish didn't move away, he pressed himself completely against his husband. Cavendish enveloped Dakota in a warm hug, feeling a smile grace his lips. He may still have issues with space at times, but since Dakota's been helping him, he didn't mind as much. Other people, yes, but not Dakota. He was different. He always was.
He tightened the hug, leaning down just a little to press a gentle kiss against his husband's temple. He felt more than heard as Dakota sighed, content. Something rumbled against his chest.
"What was that, love?"
Dakota raised his head, letting his chin rest on Cavendish's chest, looking him in the eyes lovingly. "Said, what were you going to tell me, earlier?"
"How'd you know I was going to continue talking?"
"You're you. I know." Cavendish mirrored Dakota's soft smile, and kissed him. "Also I really wanted a hug, enough to interrupt you."
"I can see that." He placed a hand atop his partner's curls, smoothing them back a little. "Well, yes. I was going to ask if you think you can bring the rest of the groceries inside? I wanted to look at the answering machine. But I can help if you need me to." He added on quickly.
Dakota leaned back a little, pressing into the hand against his curls until Cavendish moved his hand, running a hand through them. "It's alright, there's not much left. I can get them, just give me the car keys, yeah?"
Cavendish handed them off, kissing his husband as they turned to their separate directions. Cavendish stepped out from behind the counters, into the open plan living room that worked as both a living room and dining room, smiling.
Next to him were stairs, one leading down, to the basement that they were remaking into a den, and the laundry room. The other staircase led upstairs, to the half floor visible from where he was thanks to the incredibly tall ceiling in the living room, something that he'd loved. The small balcony on the half floor led to a master bedroom, a guest bedroom, a bathroom, and a study. He wasn't yet sure about Dakota's opinions, but he was hoping to convert the guest bedroom for another, smaller family member…
He smiled, stepping between the couch and dining table, towards the answering machine that they'd propped against the wall, near their front door. Honestly, walking through, Cavendish could still barely believe that they'd gotten it. Not that long ago, as well, and for such a good price.
It was such an amazing feeling, saving enough to buy their dream home after living in that dingy office for so long. It was absolutely worth every single minute.
He stepped up to the blinking answering machine, found in a thrift/antique raid in an attempt to decorate the house. He pressed the button to relay the information, knowing it was most likely going to be insurance scammers but hey, it was worth a shot.
"Good afternoon, I'm calling today to inform you of our special deal for your car insura-"
Beep. Message deleted. Press 1 for the next message.
"Hello there! My name's Jack, and I'm calling to let you know about this one-in-a-lifetime opportunity for your house insurance! You can-"
Beep. Message deleted. Press 1 for the next message.
Yeesh, two in a row. That really was unlucky.
"Good evening, I'm calling because we have an issue with your social security, and we need to-"
Beep. Message deleted. Press 1 for the next message.
That was barely even an attempt, come on.
"Happy Mother's Day! Today's the perfect day to get your special woman some piece of mind on their home-"
Beep. Message deleted. Press 1 for the next message.
Seriously?! Four insurance calls?! And there were more messages?!
He mumbled, moving to press 1. "There better not be another one for house insurance-"
"Balthazar? Balthazar Cavendish? Oh dear, I'm not sure if this is the right number…"
Cavendish froze, muscles tensing. No way.
"Oh, well, I'm pretty sure it is. Balthazar, dear, it's your mother. I'm calling because-"
Cavendish paused the message, hands trembling. This isn't possible...how did she get this number? How did she know I'm in this time period? Does she know-
"Cav?" The Brit whirled around, surprised to hear his name, watching with wide eyes as Dakota took a half step towards him, worry painted on his face. "Is something wrong? You don't look very good…"
He swallowed. And moved, automatically, towards the open kitchen, brushing past his husband accidentally. "Yes. Fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He stepped up to their island, robotically reaching into a bag and taking out some butter.
"Cavendish."
His hand reached into the bag again, about to take out something else-
When a hand clamped around his wrist, careful not to touch crawling skin.
"Cavendish."
And Cavendish froze, before dropping his head. Dakota moved his hand until he was holding Cavendish's, a movement that felt a little uncomfortable at the present moment, but reassured more than hurt. Dakota looked at him, but just then, Cavendish noticed a spot on the ground that seemed veeerrryyyy interesting.
"Bal, baby, please talk to me? What happened?"
And he knew that spot wasn't as interesting anymore. So, he just sighed, moving to place the butter on the counter, before thinking better of it, and placing it on their cutting board, keeping the tops grease-free as long as possible.
"Okay." He sighed again. Closed his eyes. Opened them. "My mother called."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Didn't you, uhm, kinda run away from home?"
"Mhm."
"Ah."
They stood in silence for a few seconds, a whirlwind of emotions running through Cavendish's mind, until Dakota interrupted them.
"What'd she say?"
He shuffled, relaxing a little as he felt a squeeze in the hand that held Dakota's, feeling the warmed wedding band on his finger. "I'm...not actually sure. I stopped the message before I could hear the rest. Just that she wasn't sure if she got the right number."
"Okay...do you want to listen to the message together?"
Cavendish thought about it for a second. He certainly didn't want to listen to the message, at all, but he probably should. And it would be better with Dakota, he supposes. "Alright."
Still holding hands, the duo padded through the living room, to the answering machine whose light was now gone, a silent, invisible decoration that held so many possibilities. He reached out without realizing it, allowing the message to continue.
"-as you know, it's Mother's Day."
He snorted, and Dakota giggled. Could he write her off as narcissistic for that?
"Now, I'm sure you're quite busy, especially after being fired from the Bureau of Time Travelling…"
His blood froze, fear stemming from childhood disappointment rushing through him.
No...how did she find out?!
"I must say, I'm quite...disappointed, Balthazar. I wasn't expecting your temperamental and irrational behavior to stick with you until adulthood. Well, I'm sure we can talk about it later. I called to let you know that me and your father have decided to visit your time period."
"WHAT?!" He exclaimed. Dakota looked at him with worry, but Cavendish didn't pay attention to the gentle hand squeeze.
"And though we haven't been able to drop by for Mother's Day- such a shame, I know- we've decided to call you so that we can set up a meeting time. I'm sure you'd prefer to have a scheduled time, rather than us showing up, hmm?"
He could hear the threat and manipulation lying underneath her words.
"Well, that's all for now. I'm expecting a call from you quite soon. Like I said, I'm sure a planned event is better than a surprise one, Balthazar. Good day."
The answering machine clicked and fell silent, nothing more to add onto the somewhat threatening message.
But she couldn't be serious, right? Surely she didn't know where they lived?
Then again, she did somehow get their home number.
"Cav?"
He turned. Dakota looked at him with worry, and he just realized how tight his grip was on Dakota's hand. He sighed, loosening it, and felt his energy fade just as quickly. He was tired. He really didn't want to deal with his parents. Through a planned visit, or an unsuspecting one.
Though, as much as he hated to admit it, he supposes that his mother has a point. He did prefer planning the visit over having them barge in.
Silently, he walked towards their couch, falling down on the soft cushions. Dakota sat on the armrest next to him, now taller.
"You okay, Cav?" He whispered.
"Mhm. I suppose. I just really don't want to deal with her, nor my father anytime soon."
"Yeah, I get that. Do you really think that they'd show up here?"
"Well, she did find out our home phone number somehow. And we only had it for a few weeks."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so."
Silence stretched out. Outside, it started to get darker as the sun set. After a few minutes of insufferable, comfortable silence, Cavendish turned towards Dakota, perched on the couch's armrest. His husband tilted his head like a curious puppy, silently asking him, What's up?
It was adorable. Cavendish motioned for him to turn towards him, and his partner did. Just then, Cavendish wrapped two arms around Dakota's waist, earning a surprised yelp- before falling backwards, letting Dakota fall on top of him.
He laughed as Dakota gasped, flustered, and tried to find some purchase on the soft couch and softer body. Finally though, he just gave up, and rested his chin on Cavendish's chest, looking up with a pouty face.
"Cav! What was that for?"
Instead of answering his husband, Cavendish simply bent a bit, somewhat awkward, and kissed Dakota's nose.
Dakota yipped, blushing at the soft gesture, and Cavendish smiled gently at him.
"No fair, Cav! I can't kiss you back like this!"
"Yeah, I know."
Dakota squeaked, making another pouty face, which Cavendish very simply kissed away, until Dakota was laughing, trying to push away the affection. Cavendish let him, chuckling, and they settled into a silence, much more calmer and comfortable than earlier. At least, until…
"Didn't we have ice cream?"
Balthazar laughed as Dakota yelled, scrambling off of him, and running to the kitchen. He only laughed harder as Dakota gave a devastated wail upon realizing that the ice cream had mostly melted.
Flowers.
Check.
Suit.
Check.
Glasses clean?
Check.
Okay. He was mostly ready. He thinks. Cavendish checked over his dark forest green suit, different from the one he usually wore. It was a little more fancy. When he called his mother earlier through gritted teeth, they'd managed to agree on a fancy restaurant, all on the table- fancy outfits, food, etcetera. As if Cavendish wanted to pay for all of that.
Whatever. He just had to see his parents for a few hours, at most. Just impress them enough for them to leave him alone for the rest of his life. He was a grown man. He could do this.
"Bal?"
Besides, he wasn't alone.
Cavendish turned towards the door, about to say something.
And instantly forgot it when he saw his partner standing in the doorframe, fiddling with his bow tie and looking absolutely spectacular.
"Can you help me with this, please?"
Without a word, Cavendish crossed the room to stand in front of Dakota, taking in the appearance of him silently. Dakota took notice, and looked up with wide eyes, a small blush painting his cheeks.
"Bal? What-"
"You look...incredible." He muttered.
The blush only grew stronger.
Dakota abandoned his usual orange and red colors, and tracksuit in general, for a nice looking lapis blue suit and matching pants. He was struggling with a deep blue bowtie, and Cavendish wordlessly took it, slipping it around his neck and tying it expertly. He let his hand brush against cheeks dusted with a sunset red, before they went up to card through his hair, much softer and more curly than usual.
"You look absolutely breathtaking, Vinnie."
"Cav, please-"
"I'm sorry love, I'm just telling the truth."
"Cav, I don't wanna look like a tomato in front of your parents."
"You'll be the cutest tomato there is, darling."
"Caaavvvv."
Cavendish chuckled, before looping a finger underneath the bowtie and tugging gently on it, bringing Dakota forward for a kiss. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
He stands corrected.
It was so bad, after all.
He swallows hard underneath his mother's sharp gaze, shrinking back as his father watched on.
This was so damn uncomfortable. Please, please let this dinner end. Surely it had to be nearing its end, right?
"So...Balthazar. How have you and...him been...getting along?"
He straightened himself, feeling a dash of detestation. "Rather well, in fact. We've bought a rather lovely home recently, and we have almost finished decorating it." He managed through gritted teeth. As if it wasn't bad enough that she basically stalked him to where they were now, she had to know every little detail, right? And talk about Dakota like that.
Although, he supposes that that was partially his fault. He may have forgotten to have the maybe-we-shouldn't-mention-that-we're-married-because-my-parents-are-kinda-homophobic-and-this-dinner-would-sail-south-really-fast conversation with Dakota beforehand. He had no idea how he'd forgotten, especially since he'd been hiding for years. You can imagine his horror (and, admittedly, pride) when Dakota grabbed his hand, proudly presenting himself as his husband. The looks his parents gave him made him certain that he'd be killed as soon as the dinner was over. No way could a Cavendish marry the same sex, in their eyes.
"That sounds nice...though I'm sure it can't be as nice as home, what with your situation."
Ohh, how Cavendish wanted to yell that it was not his home. It was, once. Barely, even then. Before he realized how bad it was. It was no home. Not to him.
"It does the trick." He managed to choke out. Why did he have to justify himself? "It has two stories." He didn't owe her an explanation. "A large den." Why did he feel like the helpless kid he once was, following orders to a T? "A quaint backyard." Sit properly, use the right utensils, speak proper. Oh god, he was doing all of that, wasn't he? Without even realizing it, he'd been falling back onto those manipulative habits. Not anymore. "Actually, it's pretty awesome, we love it there."
Dakota squeezed his hand underneath the table, as if he knew what Cavendish was doing. He felt a spark of pride when his mother frowned, though it was quickly overrun by instinct embedded into him from childhood, and he looked down at his plate, away from the disappointed face.
"Balthazar, that's not how we speak."
The voice was cold, a chilling flashback from his past.
"I'm sorry, Mother." He whispered.
"Very good. Now, I must say, that sounds...fine, and all that. But I'm still highly disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry." He robotically repeated.
"The incident with you being banned from our era...it's put quite the stress on your father and I, you know. Everyone is incredibly disappointed in you. Especially your father and I."
Cavendish tried to shrink back into the chair, hand slipping from Dakota's grasp to nervously grasp his other hand, fingers playing with each other. He kept his head down, trying not to let his nervousness and anxiety show visually.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry, Father." His voice was small, and he hated it, but he couldn't do anything about it. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
The only thing that knocked any sort of sense into him was the sudden feeling of warmth and a certain coolness. He let Dakota hold onto his hand again, lacing their fingers. The gentle squeeze of his hand, the familiar warmth and hold, as well as the feeling of the onyx ring on his finger, snapped him back. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the ever present sounds around him, trying to let his head reset for a second.
He focused on taking in a breath for 8 seconds, holding it for 7, and letting it go for 6, trying not to let his parents see. He focused his visual attention at the salad on his plate, and his hearing on his breaths, and his touch on Dakota's hand, and the onyx band he could feel on his finger, where an intricate orange design was woven about the band. Dakota had a matching ring on his other hand, where a green design wound it's way about the band. It was beautiful, not necessarily traditional, but when were they ever traditional?
When were they ever traditional?
He had been, once.
But that was then. This is now. He was his own person, he was capable of his own decisions, and no matter how much power his manipulative parents held over him, he would be damned if he didn't let himself live his life how he wanted to, not as his parents' horrible "traditions".
Feeling much, much better, Cavendish squeezed Dakota's hand, and lifted his head from the table to look at his life partner. Dakota smiled softly at him, the blue and purple ambient light of the restaurant making it so that he positively glowed. He was beautiful.
He wished he could admire the love of his life longer, but his mother's scoff interrupted the couple's lovey-dovey scene. Cavendish turned back, his expression harder, a spark of satisfaction fueling his rebellious efforts as his mother looked exasperated that he'd have the audacity-
She looked from him to Dakota, anger clear in her crystal clear blue eyes, before they finally settled back on him, and damn- Cavendish has never seen his mother this pissed off before.
"Balthazar Tiberius Cavendish."
Oh fuck, she used my full name.
Most of his confidence faded as he asked, "Yes, Mother?"
She looked at him, neither of their gazes wavering. "Are you quite certain about this...about him?"
Cavendish felt the smallest flicker of hope in him. Was she thinking about actually allowing him to love who he loved? "Yes. I'm quite certain."
She narrowed her eyes at him suddenly, icy blues cutting into him. "You cannot be serious about this!"
Wait...what?
"This is absolutely ridiculous, Balthazar! You cannot possibly be married to a man! You are supposed to be married to a proper woman, and leading on the Cavendish legacy with a respectable female, and offspring! Why, we can look past the 'I want to be a time agent' nonsense, I'm sure we can find you a more prestigious job in no time, and a woman as well- We're still friendly with the Steveono family, no thanks to your ridiculous antics, and can possibly set you up with her. Hell, we can set you up with whatever woman, I don't care, but to be married to him!" She pointed a manicured nail at Dakota, who leaned back in surprise.
Cavendish felt something in him stir. "And what's wrong with him, Mother?" He matched her narrowed gaze.
"It's completely imprudent, Balthazar! My goodness, if you must be a poof, why must it be him?! Look at him! An absolute slob, he's clearly a mess to society! He doesn't seem capable of even tying his shoe, and, Balthazar, if you must be like that, can't you get a better looking fag-"
"SHUT UP!"
Cavendish's chair fell back with a loud noise, and the neighboring tables stared at him as he slammed his hands on the table, eyes narrowed dangerously at his mother. Dakota had let go of his hand when she'd started talking, and seeing his head drop, seeing him genuinely think about his mother's words pissed him off the no end, and her insults were his breaking point.
"Excuse me?! Balthazar, sit down, and don't you dare talk-"
"I said, shut the FUCK up! You do not get to speak about Vinnie like that, you homophobic shit! You do not get any fucking excuse to talk bad about my husband like that! He is the most amazing, the most wonderful, most handsome, most adorable, loyalist, funniest, sweetest being I have ever fucking met, and I am the luckiest man alive to be married to him! If anything, he's out of my league, I'm lucky he chose me, he could have had anyone, and by damn will I not allow you to talk about my husband like that! You have manipulated and fucked with me since childhood, and I am not letting you take away the only thing that has made me happy in my life, made miserable by you! So you better shut the fuck up, and don't you ever speak about the love of my life like that ever again! We'll have a happy family, with children, and you will not ruin it for me!"
By now, Dakota had his head up, a trail of leftover tears still on his cheek, mouth open wide. Cavendish gently grasped his wrist, careful not to let his anger dictate his strength as he tugged Dakota to his feet.
"Now if you'll excuse us, me and my wonderful husband are going to go back to our home, and you two can go fuck yourselves!"
With that final statement, Cavendish whirled around, speed walking towards the exit, Dakota silently keeping pace beside him. Dakota only spoke when they were outside, asking if Cavendish wanted him to drive, and Cavendish surrendered his keys, not wanting his anger to get them into an accident. He crawled into the passenger's seat, and they drove out of the parking space. As they passed the front of the restaurant, Cavendish saw his parents walking out, flustered, and he gave them the middle finger, before Dakota sped off.
For a few seconds, they sat in silence, Dakota driving, and Cavendish still fuming.
"Did you really mean those things?"
Dakota's voice was small, like a scared child's. Though Cavendish was still pissed off, he forced himself to tamper it down, and answered with a softer voice, "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" Dakota's grip on the steering wheel tightened, and Cavendish sat up straighter in his seat, seeds of worry starting to plant themselves. They only grew more as he saw Dakota's teary face. "I mean...she's right. You could have anyone. Anyone's better than me. I don't-"
"Stop the car."
"What?" Dakota turned to look at him briefly, the determination in Cavendish's eyes enough to make him pull the car over without being asked again.
"Vincent." Cavendish put a gentle hand on Dakota's cheek, turning the man to look at him. He brushed away the tear that was making its way down his cheek. His other hand grasped at Dakota's tightly. "Darling. Did you hear what I said back there, about you?" A nod. "I meant it. Every single damn word. You are the most amazing, the sweetest, most incredible being I have ever laid eyes upon." He smiled as Dakota's cheeks started to dust red. "Hell, I'm lucky that you chose me, out of every single person you've met. And I'll be damned if I don't appreciate and love you every day, as a thank you that you chose me. Because, Vinnie, you are so special to me, you have no idea. Please, please don't think about what that vile woman has said, okay? She's a homophobic piece of shit that's no longer in my life. It's just you and me, now."
"And maybe more, later?" Dakota added shyly, burying his now red face into Cavendish's hand.
"What do you mean, love?"
"Well…" Dakota looked back up, eyes shining. "You said you wanted kids...or was that just heat of the mo-?"
Dakota didn't get to finish, because Cavendish swept him into a kiss, a little awkward from the angle, but sweet and loving nonetheless. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning like the love-struck fools that they were.
"Vincent, I would love to have that kind of future with you. When we're ready."
"I'd like that." Dakota grinned, interlooping their fingers, wedding bands pressing into each other's hands. Cavendish leaned forward, resting his forehead against Dakota's and letting himself enjoy the sweet moment.
Until a giggle ruined it. Cavendish pulled back, eyebrow cocked. "What?"
"I can't believe you cussed out your parents- I've never heard you swear like that before!"
A sudden realization dawned upon Cavendish, and his eyes widened. "Oh my god. I called my mother a homophobic shit. And I told them to go fuck themselves!"
Dakota burst out into laughter, nodding. "Yeah you did! I couldn't believe it!"
Cavendish stared at Dakota for a few seconds, fear and anxiety overwhelming his thoughts- until he snapped back to the present, realizing that those words were good- and fell into a laughing fit alongside Dakota.
"Oh my god! I did! I cannot believe that! I actually told my parents to go fuck themselves!"
For a few moments, they laughed like maniacs in the parked car, a few people looking strangely at them as they passed by. As their joyous laughing fit died down, Cavendish wiped away tears, grinning madly.
"I say we celebrate, huh, Cav? What do you say, Chinese to celebrate you telling your parents to go fuck themselves, breaking away from their control forever, and the prospect of building our family?"
Cavendish let out a laugh, kissing Dakota on the cheek as he started the car. "Darling, I would absolutely love that."
I love these two so much. Props to Cavendish!
Again, apologies that the hiatus took so long. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed! If you did, maybe leave a review or some constructive criticism? :D Hope you all have an a spectacular morning/afternoon/evening/night and focus on that thing you've been meaning to do for a while now!