Quinn and Liam Part two
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I will be checking in again soon to fine-tune things and well as talking to each of you individually. Steffy looks at the pile of paper, thumbs throughout it and says, let get to work. Quinn and Quinn say, ok we do them one by one if one does not work, we go to the next one and go from there. Steffy says I agree, and let me tell you something... I am watching you whether you are committed to getting and receiving the help Liam got for you. You are still on my watch. Quinn decides to bite her tongue and let Steffy unload but reminds her throughout pauses to be respectful towards her, and Steffy agrees. Later into the day, Quinn gets a reminder for an 11 is session vs.=scheduled for tomorrow with her chosen therapist. A quick google search, she finds out it is close to where she stays at a minimum 15-minute drive or walk, and that is in the vanity of the Forrester mansion. So, Quinn thinks to herself that it is perfect for getting things done. I need to eat a midnight snack before I go to bed, and I already finished all the required paperwork, so all I must do is show up at morning meetings and attend my sessions. Quinn quickly scans her refrigerator and decides on what light for her stomach. Humus and wheat crackers would be a good snack to eat,, she thinks and goes about preparing her food and making sure that she took her time and ate the meal and delight in it. Afterward, she decides that it is best to go to bed, and she decides due to it being a charging in the seasons to wear this:
As she gets into her bed and turns on her alarm remotely and dims the lights so drifts off into a vivid dream about an enthusiastic embrace and encounters with Adam/Liam and begins to talk in her sleep I love you, Liam,,, please make me your wife, and ill-treat you like my husband. As she starts to toss back and forth,, moaning liams name and saying to him please Liam,, take me to know I love you, and I know deep down that you love me too and wants to be we I make love to me. She begins to see visions of them making love in the cabin, an enthusiastic lover's embrace softly calling for him to embrace her and to show her love and understanding.
Conuniu9ing to toss back and forth for the rest of the night remembering the passionate lovers embrace she and Liam had shared during their time together and saying his name over and over softly and continuing to toss back and forth in the bed body feeling with want and regret like a craving unbeknownst to her mind and Liams the passion she wants his touch his nurturing. He's a soulful gaze that he'll always have in his eyes as they make soft, sweet, gentle love.
Cond's Quinn's Pov
Quinn gets up with a start realizing the time she has her first session this morning after a meeting and quickly has memories flashing throughout her head of the moments that she and Liam shared weeks ago. Reminding herself that he's off-limits, Quinn quickly goes into her morning routine and begins getting a dress for the day.
As she finishes getting dress, she goes on to get her breakfast which is a recipe of Ingredients
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Eight tablespoons salted butter, plus more for buttering the baking dish
Eight store-bought onion rolls
1/4 cup sliced roasted red peppers
Eight ounces cream cheese
One cup grated mozzarella
Two cups milk
Three heaping tablespoons of basil pesto
One tablespoon chopped fresh parsley
One teaspoon chopped fresh oregano
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Ten large eggs
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Directions
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1. Generously butter a 9-by-13-inch baking dish.
2. Tear the onion rolls into chunks and place them in the bottom of the baking dish. Sprinkle the roasted peppers on top, then tear the cream cheese over the peppers. Sprinkle with the mozzarella, then cut the butter into pats and scatter over the top.
3. Mix the milk, pesto, parsley, oregano, salt, pepper, and eggs in a large bowl and pour slowly over the top of the dish, making sure to get it all around and into the crevices. Wrap tightly with plastic wrap, then foil. Freeze for up to 2 months.
4. To cook from frozen: Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
5. Remove the foil and plastic wrap, then re-cover the casserole with the foil. Bake for 45 minutes, remove the foil and continue baking until firm and set, about 10 minutes more. Portion and serve immediately.
6. To cook from thawed: The evening before serving, remove the casserole from the freezer and thaw overnight in the refrigerator.
7. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F.
8. Remove the foil and plastic wrap, then re-cover the casserole with the foil. Bake for 45 minutes, then raise the temperature to 350 degrees F, remove the foil, and continue baking until firm and set, 10 to 15 minutes. Portion and serve immediately.
As she digs into her serving, she notes that she will have extra time today to savor her meal and make enough to eat day or night for the next couple of days. With the holidays coming up and her thinking that Liam would not invite her for them, she notes she will do a big clean out that ways she will have room for storing foods and making them healthy and accessible for her.
As she finishes eating her meal, she got up and started getting ready for work.
She decides to wear this.
Noting that she had time, she decided to go ahead and start a letter her counselor suggestion to all of the people she has mistreated, including Liam.
My dear Liam Spencer,
I know I should not have lied. I should have just come out straight to give you the true picture of everything.
You gave me the chance to rectify my lies by believing me. Yet I still lied again! Now I am here in bed in tears with deep regret for what I could have saved.
My thoughts are filled with you. You are my love, so true. I can never do anything without you. I only need one more chance to show you I can be a special person for you.
I only need one more chance to tell you I am better now.
I know it will be difficult for you to trust me again, but I want you to remember how we started? I was not like this.
Somebody or something happened to me along the way that made me change drastically. This time I am ready to work on myself, but I cannot do it alone. I need your love and support. Would you mind helping me?
I am sorry for the pain I have caused, and this is the reason I have written this apology letter requesting your forgiveness.
Please forgive me, my love. I deeply regret my mistakes.
Yours sincerely,
Quinn Fuller
Then after she finishes, she goes on to the next person
Never in another lifetime could I have imagined how drastically my life would change in such a minuscule amount of time. I can say that those changes make me the happy person I am today for once in my life.
Once, there was a broken, lost, and wandering young soul who barely made it to their twentieth birthday. It was out of a dense fog of fear and insecurity that a piercing light, one of hope and faith, was brought forth into this person's life. This light came in the form of another being, a girl, a gorgeous girl.
Our paths collided and then parted. I will never regret it. I will never regret the moments we shared. I Will never regret all the arguments and fights we went am forever very thankful that you allowed me to experience a true relationship, a log one that I will never forget.
However, it is the last words that I said to you, I will regret. They will haunt me to my grave because I dared to get angry and frustrated with the person I loved so much.
I did not understand, I will admit it. Treated you exactly how I said I would not, I went back on my promise. I said to you that your happiness was first, and our relationship ship was second. I told you that if your happiness meant that our relationship had to end, then so be it. And for that, I cannot sleep at night because it haunts me knowing that I tore you down when you were most vulnerable.
I am sorry for pushing it, bending it, breaking it. Sorry for pushing you to the limits. Inexperience and immaturity are not an excuse. You deserve someone who can treat you better, someone who can do so without putting a burden on you. Sorry for the things I said, all the stress I caused, the mess I've helped create.
You deserve so much more than that than this. You are taking big steps in life right now, and I cannot let myself hold you back. If I want what is best for you, I have to let you go. Understand now. Sure, I am scared, but it will allow me to move forward in life as well. Thank you for helping me realize this.
You are the sweetest girl I have ever had the privilege of knowing. You helped others before you helped yourself. You guided others onto the paths that they needed to take. You helped change me from an immature young lad to a slightly less immature young lad who is finally aware that his decisions and feelings mean something.
I know all too well that there are some difficult, stressful, and depressing problems you're going through, and I'm sorry that I couldn't see you all the way through; I tried, I did, I wanted to understand, but I only grasped the tip of it all. That is not a terrible thing, though, because I cared.
Even though our relationship has ended, your friendship is something that I did not want to lose. Because... you are still my best friend.
I was not afraid of losing my friend, and I feared losing the person who understood me the most. Afraid of losing the person I understood the most. Afraid of losing YOU as a person. The one that I can relate the best to.
It is true, and I will miss what we had, the moments we shared, the memories we made, the discoveries we uncovered. As much as I will want it back, I now truly understand that if I want to make myself happy, I'll have to let you be happy in return, and I'm happy with that.
I want to thank you for every effort you made to help me experience the best of life. It was everything I could ever want, and I am forever in your debt.
If anything, I want you to know that I will still be a shoulder to cry on because as confusing and as contradictory as this sounds, I do understand. I am not going to let you be alone in this, never in my lifetime. If you ever need someone, I can be here for you. I want things to be right, relationship or not, because I do care about you more than you could imagine.
This is one of my favorite quotes by Oscar Wilde;
Never love anybody that treats you like you are ordinary," and you, Liam, made me feel extraordinary.
This is my letter of closure.
You are true, Quinn. Dear Julian,
I May not have been a perfect mom, but I tried to be.
I May not have disciplined you enough, or I disciplined you too much. I do not know. Know at times; I drove you nuts!
Fed you and bathed you and clothed you. Bought you toys.
Sang to you, read to you, taught you. You were my boy, my precious, baby boy.
I got up with you to send you to school. I stroked your forehead and hair when you were sick. I knew you were not feeling well because you let me do these things. You were never very cuddly.
I paid for heat to keep you warm. I stared at you for days after you were born. I did not want to miss anything. I have adored you.
I kept you safe. I kept you clean. Soothed you when you cried. Let you stay up late and watch TV.
Do you know that you mean the world to me?
Argued with you as you grew. You formed opinions of your own. Tried teaching you right from wrong and to treat others with respect.
Hugged you and kissed you at least three times a day, every day. You could not leave for school without a hug and kiss. Remember greeting each other after school or hugging and kissing me good night? I wanted to correct the behaviors of my parents, who were, and still are, non-demonstrative. I told you, "I love you" constantly, daily, always, because I do. Love you.
Love you!
When you were two, I wrote you a song. Made it up on the spot while brushing your teeth to distract you. You were always so active and wiggly. Keeping still for those few minutes required drastic measures! Wrote down the lyrics and eventually put them to music. I now sing it to your little cousins.
I supported you in most of the decisions you made. I encouraged you to be great. When you were thirteen or fourteen and wanted to come home (drunk?) after fighting with your friends one night during a sleepover way across town, I refused to pay for a cab, even though I told you I would always be there for you, because I wanted to teach you a lesson about consequences. You learned it, too. Remember? You never let yourself get in a predicament like that again.
When you were on the high school football team, I went to your games. Even though I wrapped myself in a blanket, I still froze and felt the freezing effects of the wind whipping through my bones and at my face as I sat on the bleachers while you worked up a sweat on the field.
I tried to be the best single parent I could be to you, my only child.
Sacrificed aspects of my life to enhance yours. Did these many times, for many years.
I loved you from the moment I felt you inside my belly, flailing your tiny arms.
When you lost your teeth, I became the Tooth Fairy. Santa and the Easter Bunny, too. You never knew until I told you.
Dressed you up on Halloween and took you out trick-or-treating because that's what good moms do. Do you recall our ritual of checking the candy when we got home to ensure it was safe? I did not want anyone to poison you or slip a razor or another sharp fragment into your goodies. Remember how we avoided the pedophile's place? You may recall it as "the bad house." Did everything in my power to protect you.
Each time we moved from one apartment to another, I made endless preparations to ensure a seamless transition. You explained things to me, preparing me the best that I could for what was to come. I wanted you to feel secure. As an adult, you said you were.
Yet you pretended not to know me one day when we walked downtown, shopping until you wanted something. Understood. Hurt, but I got that it was not cool to be walking with your Mom. Forgave you and admired you for exerting some of your independence. You had a fit when I joked around and pretended not to know you! You say you do not remember that incident, but I do. Clearly, it was your first rejection of me.
At an early age, I taught you to do laundry. You oversaw socks. You had fun matching them. As you grew, you graduated to facecloths, underwear, and towels. You were a big help, you know. Surprised when you refused to let me launder your teenage clothes and was impressed with the excellent care you took, and still take, with your wardrobe. Never saw anyone iron like you! When you trusted me to sew the holes, I felt needed again. I loved those moments, even though I hate sewing!
Because I have eating and weight issues and have had them all my life, I never wanted you to gain an extra ounce. Ridicule and self-loathing were not things you were going to experience! The healthy habits you formed early on in life have helped you become the strong, young man you are today.
Do you still prefer yogurt over ice cream? Apples over potato chips? Granola bars over chocolate bars? You do. You go to the gym enough! You do it faithfully, too, and I am so proud. You have worked long and hard for your muscles, abdominal muscles, and rock-hard body, made of steel.
Remember our little, plastic, red first-aid kit? My heart swelled when you told me you brought one to the beach and when you went camping (or was it hiking?) with those two girls. Your foresight and sensibility astonish me.