Authors Note- MERRY CHRISTMAS/ HAPPY HOLIDAYS everyone,
So this is my last update til I don't know the 27th of December, I totally forgot that I am having 2 Christmases until now :S, so I don't htink I will be able to update on the 26th, but for sure on the 27th, but I think this is a nice chapter to leave with for a few days! Oh, I have been asked how far along we are with the chapters, so I sat down and counted and we are at 77 chapters it took me forever to get through all those pages too, it didn't help that I was talking to my friends at the same time lol, but we are pretty far along. THANKS to eveyrone who reads and reviews :D!
Oh and just a little note- there IS sexual content in this chapter,f or those who may feel uncomfortable with it.
~*~
I pulled the door open and let her step out. We were docking in a few moments, and there was still one thing I wanted to give her. That I couldn't exactly do in front of Bryce. I wanted everything to be perfect. We stepped out on the bow of the boat, the cool wind hitting us both. I put my hand around her, and grabbed her fingers, trying to keep them warm. There was a thin blanket of snow falling, but it was so gentle and slow that it only added to the atmosphere. It was perfect. The stars shone under a full bright yellow moon, nothing else matter to me in the world right now. We hadn't spoken much tonight, but no words needed to be said. We spent the day moving into Abby's new condo. She still doesn't know that when I said it was paid for one year, I mean it was paid off. Period. It was hers. I'll break the news to her next year. Or sometime. We ended up getting most of the stuff over there. We didn't pack everything like you would for a big trip, we took everything. I swear I gained a few hundred miles on my car. Over 100 trips there and back. At least it was pretty close. But not that close. Bryce was at home with my father. Oh yes, my father. I was worried since everyone would probably want to be with their families, but I really wanted to do this for Abby and me. So my father said he would stay with him. My mother went back to New York, so no worries there. I just hope Bryce keeps his damn mouth shut. And we have the condo to ourselves. So a nice quiet evening next to the tree and fireplace is in order. I play with the box in my pocket. I hadn't originally planned to do this. But it seemed right. I should propose if I'm gonna do this the right way, but I refuse to rush things. I saw her face this morning when she thought she knew what was side the box. I pull away from her for a second, and face her holding one of her hands. The other hand is still in my pocket.
"What's wrong John?"
I give her a quick kiss because I'm afraid we might freeze to death.
"There's one more thing I wanted to give you. I just needed the moment to be perfect."
She starts to pout. She looks like she's a little worried.
"It's not what you think. Yet, at least."
She sighs a bit and then relaxes.
I pull the box out and open it. Inside is a small, simple diamond ring on white gold. It's so elegant. It's exactly like her. I can tell she's probably stopped breathing.
"It's a reminder that even though I may never say it, or act like it sometimes, I really do love you."
I put the ring on her finger, and she's completely speechless. She leans into me, and I just can't let her go. So no we're not engaged. We're just secure. Taken. Loved. By each other. That's all I need to know. We reach the dock and we head slowly towards her condo. It's only a few blocks away, and we decide the walk would be nice.
We finally get back home, and we're both chilled to the bone. Abby's probably freezing more than I am since she's wearing a dress. A cute black little number. A different one from the party we went to. She's beyond words. We light the fireplace in her room. I love the condo. There's a fireplace in the living room and in the master bedroom. Our clothes are strewn along the sofa, since we hadn't finished unpacking everything just yet. That would wait until tomorrow. I walk up to her, who is standing looking at the fireplace. I grab her hands, and with them, wrap my hands around her waist, holding her close. I place run my hands up and down her arms. She turns her head and smiles at me. I haven't seen her smile so much in one day. She absolutely glows.
I don't know what it is. The warm radiance from the fire playing on her gentle olive skin, or the way her hair slightly falls down onto her shoulders. I have never loved anyone more. I start to kiss her neck, gently at first. But at that first taste of her, I can't let go. She's like a drug, a powerful drug I can never give up. I can tell she feels it too. I'm scared. I"m so scared. Tonight might be the night. We have no reason not to. So many reasons to. She positions her body on an angle from mine, my mouth searching for hers. And when I find it, it's gentle. It's always gentle. My tongue plays along her lips, finally gaining entrance. I explore every crevice like I have never before. Something about tonight, makes it feel like the first time. Every kiss feels like our first kiss. I think it will always be that way. She guides my hands over her body, I move her so we are standing like we were before. I nibble a bit on her earlobe, she's completely relaxed. I can feel it in her muscles as she leans against me. Her pulse is racing. Mine is too. I never thought I could feel so many emotions at once. I need her. I want her. I can't make it anymore without her. I go back to working on her neck. I pull the pin out of her hair, and it goes cascading down onto her shoulders. I push it away, gaining access to her delicate spots, which I have slowly and painfully figured out where they were. I hear a moan of pleasure from her. My hands begin their own trails down her body, her hands joining mine, showing them were to go.
I pull away from her skin for a second. I need to make sure this is right. This is what we both want. I lean to her ear, a breathe, slow whisper. Three words...
"Are you sure?"
She nods her head, not opening her eyes, and my mouth goes back to its intended task. She wants this. I want this. Together. It's perfect. My left hand holds hers to the side. My right hand slowly goes up to her zipper, pulling it down. I slide the right strap off her shoulder, kissing her perfect body in every tender way possible. Her hand reaches to pull the other side of the dress down, and I attack that shoulder as well. I'm being slow, gentle. I don't need to try to be passionate. I would never ever want to hurt her. I will never hurt her. The straps of the dress hang loosely, like a third wheel. She turns around to face me. On her face, only the picture of emotional bliss. She leans up to kiss me, her tongue being more aggressive, slightly nibbling on my lip as she pulls away. I begin to help the dress down on it's journey to the floor. Too much clothing. I nibble on her ear again, since that's one of my moves that renders her completely helpless. I begin a trail of kisses down her neck, onto her shoulders. The dress is almost where I want it to be. It reveals slowly more and more of her. The black lace tempting me even more.
I go back to her mouth, her hands running up and down my chest, driving me insane. Every movement seems to be like a dance. And we both know the steps. In rhythm with the music. I know my shirt buttons are being undone, but I wouldn't care less if she tore it off and destroyed it. She traces circles with her fingertips along my shoulders and my back. Within seconds my shirt is thrown over a chair. Her dress has been kicked to a corner. Her delicate hands run over my chest and reach my belt buckle. The clank of the metal upon metals tells me it's open, and I feel her hands hesitate for a second before opening the button and letting them fall. This is better than I could have ever imagine. I take a look back at her. She's a piece of art. A piece of art that could surpass all time and generations. The glow from the nearly forgotten fire behind us bringing out the highlights in her hair, the light brown sparkle in her eyes. I grab her hands, kissing each one. She's more fragile than glass to me.
She starts to pull me towards the bed, and we are standing by it, she begins to lean towards it. One of my hands catches her back, the other catches her head, lying her down just as a mother would her newly born baby. I climb next to her, and we're both breathing heavily, almost gasping for air, but not caring. I kiss her, and trail my way down to her chest, the moans from her increasing with every kiss. I pull the strap of her black bra, urging it off her body. My mouth searching for more ground to cover, more of her to taste. I cannot get enough. I reach under her, letting her arch her back. It suddenly becomes loose, and I pull it off, inch by inch, careful not to miss one spot of her, knowing I would regret it forever. One less barrier to go though. I look up at her, and she's lying eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips. I kiss the spot between her breasts, teasing her slightly. I go around with feather kisses, tracing the outline of both her supple breasts, hardening with my every touch. Her hands are running through my hair, urging me on. I like my little game. I know she needs this. I have control. But I know I won't have it for long. I hear a long desperate sigh escape from her mouth, and I give in, taking her nipple, long since hard, into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, gently biting on it. She freezes for a second from the sensation, and immediately I hear the moan of approval. I leave that one for a second, knowing her right must feel under appreciated. All I want to do is make her happy, please her. I live only for her. She pushes me a little, and I move on. Knowing there are places I have yet to go. I steady myself in between her legs, sucking on the sweet skin that leads from her full, round breasts to her navel, and lower. The second piece of the black lace blocks me. I think I'll show her a little lesson about too much clothing. I start to suck on her knee, leading down her inner thighs, stopping right where I know she wants me to go. I do it to her other leg. I can feel the frustration. I start to pull the little number off millimetre by millimetre, my tongue tracing patters on her abdomen. It gets to the place were I am going to be in a few seconds, and i start to back off the bed, pulling them off, sucking, kissing, devouring her whole. I drop them off at the floor, and head back to where she wants me. She manages to push off my boxers as I'm heading up with her toes. We're completely exposed to each other. No more. This is it. We're before each other, no more lies, no secrets. This is who we truly are, insecurities, doubts, fears, true to ourselves. I move up to her meet her mouth again, it feels like centuries since I've tasted her lips. My fingers trace along her body, and I slowly edge my way in-between her legs, wet with want. I slip in slowly, not wanting to hurt her. After I've gone in, the look of contentment is on her face It's safe. I take my other finger, slipping it inside her with no effort whatsoever. She arches her back, not opening her eyes. She's happy. She's absolutely happy. I keep on kissing her, heading back to my favourite stop, her breasts. We're both in heaven. Never. No one has ever held me to this point ever. And I know. She will always be able to do this to me. I feel her hand pulling mine out of her, edging my body closer to her. We both know we're ready. We both know this is it. No turning back. I look at her, we lock gazes, no words could ever express what we feel. We're both shaking. I'm shaking more than she is though. I'm so worried. What if, what if something happens, and I loose her? What if its only this one time? What if we aren't together, what if she doesn't' wake up next to me every morning for the rest of my life? I think I would kill myself.
She starts to position herself, and pulls my head closely down to her. She gives me a light kiss.
"I love you."
She whispers it, under her gasping breaths. She's close. I'm even closer. I give her one last kiss before I enter her. Slowly at first, then I push in. Our bodies start to rock back and forth, her sighs in unison with mine. Our heartbeats racing, our pluses speeding. Months of want, need, desire, devotion, love, hate, frustration, anger all released. All forgotten. The pace quickens, her hands are running up and down my back and chest. Her nails digging into my skin, her mouth everywhere at once. It's a blurr, yet it's all in crisp detail. The rhythm, the movement, the feel. It's a memory I will keep forever. We've become one. It sounds like a cliche, but we have. After this point, there is nothing to hide, nothing to fear. We've been there and back, with each other. We've felt the passion and tasted the tears. And why ever turn back. We can do anything. Anything the world can throw at us, we'll get through. Only once, our first time, and I know where she's going, and when she's going to get there. I can feel the build up, the moans, the gasps. Then the pure euphoria that exists. We both climax at the same time. Never has that happened to me before. It's another reason I can add to my list of why we're absolutely perfect for each other. We rest on the shock, the pleasure, the madness, the rapture. I give her one last kiss and pull out slowly. I cradle her close to me and link our fingers together, the ring on her finger bouncing rays of light around the room. I pull the covers over us, holding her as if she was porcelain. She's nestled in next to me.
"I love you."
She says it. More sure, more certain, absolute truth. I brush the hair out of her face, letting my fingers trace her features.
"I love you too."
She puts her head down against me, and I rub her back slightly. I notice the slow breathing from her, and know she's asleep. I could spend hours watch her sleep. She's so peaceful. Why fall asleep to dream, when my dreams are reality?
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
Amanda- thanks, we love fuzz its the BEST! Don't worry we'll always be here writing.
CamilaC- We have no clue how many chapters we are going to write, we just keep writing until we get bored and that hasn't happened yet, there have been moments where we have been like 'AHHHHH where do we go from here???' but we have managed to get through them:)! Thanks for reading and reviewing, hope you like this chapter as well.
BluzBaby- Yeah its a little premature for an engagment ring, even Carters not that stupid, well at least not in our story, the show is a totally other situation! GRRRR I hate the show Carter, he pisses me off. Yeah Carter does have a sister on the show, we haven't seen her yet, but appearantly he has mentioned her a few times (I started watching Season 8, and lived off repeats of 6&7 hehe)so I never heard her name being mentioned but I have heard he does!
Caroline25- YES! A bryce free moment, something that was hard to do because of our love for that little rascal:)
I have a few fics with three kids, I have a weird obession with Carter and Abby with Kids, I duno call me crazy but I do haha, um I think its called, 'love has a funny way of do things,' I don't know for sure haha, I should though, maybe I will update that, after I do my homework though, that and losing something journals could be my break project! Thanks for reading.
Nat- ANGST? NOOOOOOO lol, well i can't promise no angst although I would like too, I'm glad you like the chapter MERRY CHRISTMAS:D
Caitlin- Merry Christmas, glad you love the fuzz :D!
AbbyLockhart2 -I know Carter rocks, (in this fic at least, well for now hehehe... in the show he is just being a big stupid head)
I know if I gave my father a condom... well lets just say I wouldn't wanna be there when he opens it haha. OOOOOOOO he did want a little brother!! HAHA! shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....! We didn't get a chapter done today, and I won't be online for the next two days :(... oh well just email it to me!!!! :D! I'm off to peel potatoes.
***PREVIEW***
"I don't know Carter!" I shout back, "I don't know what I want anymore, okay?" I scream. "I mean I have everything I could want right here, Bryce, you..." I can feel the tears coming and bite down on my bottom lip to stop them, I walk over to the couch and take a seat, my head in my hands.
So this is my last update til I don't know the 27th of December, I totally forgot that I am having 2 Christmases until now :S, so I don't htink I will be able to update on the 26th, but for sure on the 27th, but I think this is a nice chapter to leave with for a few days! Oh, I have been asked how far along we are with the chapters, so I sat down and counted and we are at 77 chapters it took me forever to get through all those pages too, it didn't help that I was talking to my friends at the same time lol, but we are pretty far along. THANKS to eveyrone who reads and reviews :D!
Oh and just a little note- there IS sexual content in this chapter,f or those who may feel uncomfortable with it.
~*~
I pulled the door open and let her step out. We were docking in a few moments, and there was still one thing I wanted to give her. That I couldn't exactly do in front of Bryce. I wanted everything to be perfect. We stepped out on the bow of the boat, the cool wind hitting us both. I put my hand around her, and grabbed her fingers, trying to keep them warm. There was a thin blanket of snow falling, but it was so gentle and slow that it only added to the atmosphere. It was perfect. The stars shone under a full bright yellow moon, nothing else matter to me in the world right now. We hadn't spoken much tonight, but no words needed to be said. We spent the day moving into Abby's new condo. She still doesn't know that when I said it was paid for one year, I mean it was paid off. Period. It was hers. I'll break the news to her next year. Or sometime. We ended up getting most of the stuff over there. We didn't pack everything like you would for a big trip, we took everything. I swear I gained a few hundred miles on my car. Over 100 trips there and back. At least it was pretty close. But not that close. Bryce was at home with my father. Oh yes, my father. I was worried since everyone would probably want to be with their families, but I really wanted to do this for Abby and me. So my father said he would stay with him. My mother went back to New York, so no worries there. I just hope Bryce keeps his damn mouth shut. And we have the condo to ourselves. So a nice quiet evening next to the tree and fireplace is in order. I play with the box in my pocket. I hadn't originally planned to do this. But it seemed right. I should propose if I'm gonna do this the right way, but I refuse to rush things. I saw her face this morning when she thought she knew what was side the box. I pull away from her for a second, and face her holding one of her hands. The other hand is still in my pocket.
"What's wrong John?"
I give her a quick kiss because I'm afraid we might freeze to death.
"There's one more thing I wanted to give you. I just needed the moment to be perfect."
She starts to pout. She looks like she's a little worried.
"It's not what you think. Yet, at least."
She sighs a bit and then relaxes.
I pull the box out and open it. Inside is a small, simple diamond ring on white gold. It's so elegant. It's exactly like her. I can tell she's probably stopped breathing.
"It's a reminder that even though I may never say it, or act like it sometimes, I really do love you."
I put the ring on her finger, and she's completely speechless. She leans into me, and I just can't let her go. So no we're not engaged. We're just secure. Taken. Loved. By each other. That's all I need to know. We reach the dock and we head slowly towards her condo. It's only a few blocks away, and we decide the walk would be nice.
We finally get back home, and we're both chilled to the bone. Abby's probably freezing more than I am since she's wearing a dress. A cute black little number. A different one from the party we went to. She's beyond words. We light the fireplace in her room. I love the condo. There's a fireplace in the living room and in the master bedroom. Our clothes are strewn along the sofa, since we hadn't finished unpacking everything just yet. That would wait until tomorrow. I walk up to her, who is standing looking at the fireplace. I grab her hands, and with them, wrap my hands around her waist, holding her close. I place run my hands up and down her arms. She turns her head and smiles at me. I haven't seen her smile so much in one day. She absolutely glows.
I don't know what it is. The warm radiance from the fire playing on her gentle olive skin, or the way her hair slightly falls down onto her shoulders. I have never loved anyone more. I start to kiss her neck, gently at first. But at that first taste of her, I can't let go. She's like a drug, a powerful drug I can never give up. I can tell she feels it too. I'm scared. I"m so scared. Tonight might be the night. We have no reason not to. So many reasons to. She positions her body on an angle from mine, my mouth searching for hers. And when I find it, it's gentle. It's always gentle. My tongue plays along her lips, finally gaining entrance. I explore every crevice like I have never before. Something about tonight, makes it feel like the first time. Every kiss feels like our first kiss. I think it will always be that way. She guides my hands over her body, I move her so we are standing like we were before. I nibble a bit on her earlobe, she's completely relaxed. I can feel it in her muscles as she leans against me. Her pulse is racing. Mine is too. I never thought I could feel so many emotions at once. I need her. I want her. I can't make it anymore without her. I go back to working on her neck. I pull the pin out of her hair, and it goes cascading down onto her shoulders. I push it away, gaining access to her delicate spots, which I have slowly and painfully figured out where they were. I hear a moan of pleasure from her. My hands begin their own trails down her body, her hands joining mine, showing them were to go.
I pull away from her skin for a second. I need to make sure this is right. This is what we both want. I lean to her ear, a breathe, slow whisper. Three words...
"Are you sure?"
She nods her head, not opening her eyes, and my mouth goes back to its intended task. She wants this. I want this. Together. It's perfect. My left hand holds hers to the side. My right hand slowly goes up to her zipper, pulling it down. I slide the right strap off her shoulder, kissing her perfect body in every tender way possible. Her hand reaches to pull the other side of the dress down, and I attack that shoulder as well. I'm being slow, gentle. I don't need to try to be passionate. I would never ever want to hurt her. I will never hurt her. The straps of the dress hang loosely, like a third wheel. She turns around to face me. On her face, only the picture of emotional bliss. She leans up to kiss me, her tongue being more aggressive, slightly nibbling on my lip as she pulls away. I begin to help the dress down on it's journey to the floor. Too much clothing. I nibble on her ear again, since that's one of my moves that renders her completely helpless. I begin a trail of kisses down her neck, onto her shoulders. The dress is almost where I want it to be. It reveals slowly more and more of her. The black lace tempting me even more.
I go back to her mouth, her hands running up and down my chest, driving me insane. Every movement seems to be like a dance. And we both know the steps. In rhythm with the music. I know my shirt buttons are being undone, but I wouldn't care less if she tore it off and destroyed it. She traces circles with her fingertips along my shoulders and my back. Within seconds my shirt is thrown over a chair. Her dress has been kicked to a corner. Her delicate hands run over my chest and reach my belt buckle. The clank of the metal upon metals tells me it's open, and I feel her hands hesitate for a second before opening the button and letting them fall. This is better than I could have ever imagine. I take a look back at her. She's a piece of art. A piece of art that could surpass all time and generations. The glow from the nearly forgotten fire behind us bringing out the highlights in her hair, the light brown sparkle in her eyes. I grab her hands, kissing each one. She's more fragile than glass to me.
She starts to pull me towards the bed, and we are standing by it, she begins to lean towards it. One of my hands catches her back, the other catches her head, lying her down just as a mother would her newly born baby. I climb next to her, and we're both breathing heavily, almost gasping for air, but not caring. I kiss her, and trail my way down to her chest, the moans from her increasing with every kiss. I pull the strap of her black bra, urging it off her body. My mouth searching for more ground to cover, more of her to taste. I cannot get enough. I reach under her, letting her arch her back. It suddenly becomes loose, and I pull it off, inch by inch, careful not to miss one spot of her, knowing I would regret it forever. One less barrier to go though. I look up at her, and she's lying eyes closed, a smile playing on her lips. I kiss the spot between her breasts, teasing her slightly. I go around with feather kisses, tracing the outline of both her supple breasts, hardening with my every touch. Her hands are running through my hair, urging me on. I like my little game. I know she needs this. I have control. But I know I won't have it for long. I hear a long desperate sigh escape from her mouth, and I give in, taking her nipple, long since hard, into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue, gently biting on it. She freezes for a second from the sensation, and immediately I hear the moan of approval. I leave that one for a second, knowing her right must feel under appreciated. All I want to do is make her happy, please her. I live only for her. She pushes me a little, and I move on. Knowing there are places I have yet to go. I steady myself in between her legs, sucking on the sweet skin that leads from her full, round breasts to her navel, and lower. The second piece of the black lace blocks me. I think I'll show her a little lesson about too much clothing. I start to suck on her knee, leading down her inner thighs, stopping right where I know she wants me to go. I do it to her other leg. I can feel the frustration. I start to pull the little number off millimetre by millimetre, my tongue tracing patters on her abdomen. It gets to the place were I am going to be in a few seconds, and i start to back off the bed, pulling them off, sucking, kissing, devouring her whole. I drop them off at the floor, and head back to where she wants me. She manages to push off my boxers as I'm heading up with her toes. We're completely exposed to each other. No more. This is it. We're before each other, no more lies, no secrets. This is who we truly are, insecurities, doubts, fears, true to ourselves. I move up to her meet her mouth again, it feels like centuries since I've tasted her lips. My fingers trace along her body, and I slowly edge my way in-between her legs, wet with want. I slip in slowly, not wanting to hurt her. After I've gone in, the look of contentment is on her face It's safe. I take my other finger, slipping it inside her with no effort whatsoever. She arches her back, not opening her eyes. She's happy. She's absolutely happy. I keep on kissing her, heading back to my favourite stop, her breasts. We're both in heaven. Never. No one has ever held me to this point ever. And I know. She will always be able to do this to me. I feel her hand pulling mine out of her, edging my body closer to her. We both know we're ready. We both know this is it. No turning back. I look at her, we lock gazes, no words could ever express what we feel. We're both shaking. I'm shaking more than she is though. I'm so worried. What if, what if something happens, and I loose her? What if its only this one time? What if we aren't together, what if she doesn't' wake up next to me every morning for the rest of my life? I think I would kill myself.
She starts to position herself, and pulls my head closely down to her. She gives me a light kiss.
"I love you."
She whispers it, under her gasping breaths. She's close. I'm even closer. I give her one last kiss before I enter her. Slowly at first, then I push in. Our bodies start to rock back and forth, her sighs in unison with mine. Our heartbeats racing, our pluses speeding. Months of want, need, desire, devotion, love, hate, frustration, anger all released. All forgotten. The pace quickens, her hands are running up and down my back and chest. Her nails digging into my skin, her mouth everywhere at once. It's a blurr, yet it's all in crisp detail. The rhythm, the movement, the feel. It's a memory I will keep forever. We've become one. It sounds like a cliche, but we have. After this point, there is nothing to hide, nothing to fear. We've been there and back, with each other. We've felt the passion and tasted the tears. And why ever turn back. We can do anything. Anything the world can throw at us, we'll get through. Only once, our first time, and I know where she's going, and when she's going to get there. I can feel the build up, the moans, the gasps. Then the pure euphoria that exists. We both climax at the same time. Never has that happened to me before. It's another reason I can add to my list of why we're absolutely perfect for each other. We rest on the shock, the pleasure, the madness, the rapture. I give her one last kiss and pull out slowly. I cradle her close to me and link our fingers together, the ring on her finger bouncing rays of light around the room. I pull the covers over us, holding her as if she was porcelain. She's nestled in next to me.
"I love you."
She says it. More sure, more certain, absolute truth. I brush the hair out of her face, letting my fingers trace her features.
"I love you too."
She puts her head down against me, and I rub her back slightly. I notice the slow breathing from her, and know she's asleep. I could spend hours watch her sleep. She's so peaceful. Why fall asleep to dream, when my dreams are reality?
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
Amanda- thanks, we love fuzz its the BEST! Don't worry we'll always be here writing.
CamilaC- We have no clue how many chapters we are going to write, we just keep writing until we get bored and that hasn't happened yet, there have been moments where we have been like 'AHHHHH where do we go from here???' but we have managed to get through them:)! Thanks for reading and reviewing, hope you like this chapter as well.
BluzBaby- Yeah its a little premature for an engagment ring, even Carters not that stupid, well at least not in our story, the show is a totally other situation! GRRRR I hate the show Carter, he pisses me off. Yeah Carter does have a sister on the show, we haven't seen her yet, but appearantly he has mentioned her a few times (I started watching Season 8, and lived off repeats of 6&7 hehe)so I never heard her name being mentioned but I have heard he does!
Caroline25- YES! A bryce free moment, something that was hard to do because of our love for that little rascal:)
I have a few fics with three kids, I have a weird obession with Carter and Abby with Kids, I duno call me crazy but I do haha, um I think its called, 'love has a funny way of do things,' I don't know for sure haha, I should though, maybe I will update that, after I do my homework though, that and losing something journals could be my break project! Thanks for reading.
Nat- ANGST? NOOOOOOO lol, well i can't promise no angst although I would like too, I'm glad you like the chapter MERRY CHRISTMAS:D
Caitlin- Merry Christmas, glad you love the fuzz :D!
AbbyLockhart2 -I know Carter rocks, (in this fic at least, well for now hehehe... in the show he is just being a big stupid head)
I know if I gave my father a condom... well lets just say I wouldn't wanna be there when he opens it haha. OOOOOOOO he did want a little brother!! HAHA! shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....! We didn't get a chapter done today, and I won't be online for the next two days :(... oh well just email it to me!!!! :D! I'm off to peel potatoes.
***PREVIEW***
"I don't know Carter!" I shout back, "I don't know what I want anymore, okay?" I scream. "I mean I have everything I could want right here, Bryce, you..." I can feel the tears coming and bite down on my bottom lip to stop them, I walk over to the couch and take a seat, my head in my hands.