Elizabeth walked into the Institute, a hand on her stomach and her eyes darting around. She bid a good morning to Helen and moved up the staircase, hiking her skirts up to her ankles with her free hand. Laszlo had been working late ever since he had agreed to take on the case of Martha Napp. Elizabeth knew that he wanted to help her. She knew that he also wanted to do it to go against Markoe after everything that had happened. She had to admit that there was something about Markoe that was not quite right and she had found Laszlo to feel the same as her.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she dropped her skirts and tucked her hair behind her ear, pushing it from her face. Her cheeks were rosy red from the walk to the Institute and she swore that she felt a bead of sweat drop down her forehead. She hadn't thought that it was that warm outside, but she was wearing far too many layers. Shrugging out of her coat as she approached his boardroom, she saw the door was ajar. Draping it over her arm, she pushed the door open and heard it creak slightly.

He was sat at the large table of the boardroom and she saw the stacks of paper around him. He peered up once he had heard the groaning of the door, glasses falling down his nose. He reached up and pulled them from his face, leaving them on the notebook that he had open.

"Elizabeth, I did not think to see you here today," Laszlo said to his wife and she closed the door behind her. She reached up and hung her coat up on the rack.

"I thought that I would come and see how you are considering that last night you were out working late," Elizabeth said. "I didn't see you before I went to bed."

"Apologies," Laszlo commented and moved to his wife, taking hold of her by the upper arms and bending down to kiss her chastely, running his hand up to her cheek, knuckles skimming her cheekbones. "This case has me working quite late, I'm afraid."

"I gathered," she responded and leant in to kiss him on the cheek. "But try not to work too much. You need to rest as well."

"I will," Laszlo assured her, squeezing her shoulder and placing a hand to the small of her back. "And are you here to scold me for working too late or for another reason?"

Her lips arched as she allowed him to lead her towards the two armchairs in the corner of the room. She sat down on one and Laszlo went back to the table next to it. He reached for the teapot that had been sat there for half an hour and poured a cup. He picked it up and handed it to Elizabeth.

"Thank you," she said, taking the saucer and cup and balancing it in her fingertips. "And no, I am not here to scold you because I know what you are like when you work on a case. However, I did want to tell you that I am still meeting with Libby this morning."

"Do you wish for me to come with you?"

She took a sip of her head and shook her head as she made the movement. "No," she said once she had swallowed the warm liquid, feeling it heat her stomach up. The cup clattered back against the saucer and she placed it on the table next to the armchair. "I wanted to come and check on you. I should have stayed awake later last night."

"You were tired," Laszlo said to her.

"But I…for the past week it feels as though we have hardly seen each other," she said to him. "You are gone first thing in the morning and then back late. I understand that you want to work on this case and you also have the Institute to take care of, but it would be nice to see you one evening."

"I will do what I can," Laszlo promised her. "However, I do intend to visit Martha Napp again later this afternoon. Hopefully, I should be back in time for supper."

"That's as good as I am going to get, I suppose," Elizabeth shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to be too disappointed. She knew it was selfish to want him all to herself, but for just one night she would quite like to talk to him before she went to sleep. "And Martha Napp? How is she?"

"How any woman in her position would be," Laszlo said and he folded one leg over the other. Leaning back, he clasped his fingers together and settled them down over his stomach. "She is scared, but I do not think she is scared for her own life. All she wants is to know where her child is."

"I can understand her position," Elizabeth said, her voice a soft whisper as she thought about how it would feel not to know what had happened to a child. "And there is still no body?"

"Nothing."

Elizabeth's brows furrowed. "I do not understand how she can be accused of murdering her own child when there is no body," she said with a shake of her head, lifting her hand up to brush her hair behind her shoulders and picked at the dark blue dress she wore, adjusting the long sleeves down her arms.

"Nor do I," Laszlo agreed with his wife. "However, that is what I am trying to tell the courts, but I fear the judge has already made his decision."

Elizabeth's eyes widened and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "You think that he will rule against her?"

"From what I have heard about the judge, I do not think he will find her innocent," Laszlo said. "However, I am doing everything I can to help her. I will see this through to the very end and do all that I can to help her."

"Of course you will," Elizabeth said and he noticed her turning her wedding ring on her finger. He would often find her toying with it in an absent minded fashion. He had to admit that he was still getting used to seeing it on her finger. "And Sara?"

"What about Sara?"

"I had heard that she was also looking into the case," Elizabeth said.

"Indeed, she is," Laszlo confirmed. "But she has also come up empty. I am hoping that she finds something soon, but I will not hold my breath. After everything that I have seen of the justice system, I am certain of one thing and that is that there is no justice."

Elizabeth couldn't argue with him on that one. She simply nodded once and glanced to the clock on the mantelpiece. It was almost time for her to meet Libby. Laszlo picked up on the direction her gaze travelled and his tongue clucked for a moment. He wished that she wouldn't involve herself in business, but he knew what she was like. He knew that she would not leave things alone.

"Do you have to go?" Laszlo asked.

"I should," she said and moved to her feet, her hands holding onto the arms and she pushed herself up. Laszlo also stood and tapped his fingers against his thighs by his side.

"And you are meeting in the park?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said. "You have no reason to fear. It is a public place and I doubt Libby is dangerous. She was the one who told you where I was. I think she knows what happens, but not the extent of it. Doctor Markoe no doubt keeps things to himself."

"No doubt," Laszlo echoed back.

"And I can't stay for long," Elizabeth continued talking and went back to take hold of her coat. But Laszlo reached for it first. He held it up and helped her shrug back into the blue material. He pulled her hair from the collar and she turned her head over her shoulder to look to him. "I need to collect Charlotte from school."

"I had heard that the paperwork for the adoption is almost complete," Laszlo said, gathering her hair into one hand and running his fingers along it while she turned back to face him. He dropped the soft strands down her shoulder, the wisps of it running over her chest. "And then Charlotte will be all yours."

"Officially, anyway," Elizabeth replied.

"And Doctor Jacobs has asked for you to go to him," Laszlo said. "There is nothing to be worried about. He simply wants to ensure that you are coming along smoothly in your pregnancy. He knows…"

Laszlo trailed off. Elizabeth firmly picked his hand up and her fingers slipped to his wrist. He wondered what she was doing before she smoothed his fingers out over the expanse of her stomach. Her fingers remained gripped around his wrist and then he felt it. He felt the kick and his lips arched. A soft sigh mixed with a chuckle left his parted lips in a breath.

"I doubt I will ever tire of feeling that," Laszlo said and Elizabeth's own lips picked up at hearing him.

"You and me both," Elizabeth agreed with him. "She's getting restless."

"She?" Laszlo asked.

"I have a feeling that she's a girl," Elizabeth said to him.

He chuckled again and the baby stopped kicking. He reached his hand back up to her cheek, his thumb running along her cheekbone. Bending down, he kissed her once again, his lips lingering on hers for a longer time. He felt her lips part and her moans vibrated against his skin as his teeth scraped along her tongue and he caught her lip between them. He forced himself to pull back from her after giving her one final peck and he saw that she was flushed.

"I've missed that," Elizabeth muttered and Laszlo looked pleased with himself. It still amazed him that he could have such an effect on her, but it did nothing to harm his ego.

"I apologise for neglecting you," Laszlo muttered, voice low and husky.

"Hmm," she hummed contently, a hand going to rest on his chest. "You could always make it up to me."

"And what do you have in mind?"

She gave him that coy smirk she always gave him when she was teasing him. "Things that perhaps are not best discussed in the Institute," she said suggestively and leaned in to kiss him again. She heard him groan this time as she took him by surprise, kissing him forcefully for the briefest of moments. Moving away from him, she stroked his cheek, brushing her fingers against his beard.

"You, my wife, are incorrigible."

"I blame my husband," she said to him and moved to the door, listening to him laugh. She opened the door and turned her head over her shoulder, looking back to him with a genuine, warm smile. He watched her go, arms dangling by his side and head tilted to the left. Once she had disappeared from his view, he closed the door again and went back to work. Doctor Markoe had almost taken everything from him, despite his protests of innocence. Laszlo would not let him continue to get away with such behaviour.

…

Sitting on the park bench, Elizabeth waited for Libby to come to her. She had her hands on her stomach and sat back, ignoring people as they stared occasionally, almost as though they were trying to work out if Elizabeth was who they thought she was. But she let them stare. She didn't care too much anymore. She had other things to concern herself with, namely Charlotte and their unborn child too.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Libby's voice suddenly came from nowhere and she appeared, a black hat on her head and her locks tucked neatly into it. She was wearing her uniform with a black coat over her body. "I had to go to work this morning. One of the other nurses was ill."

"Oh, it's no bother," Elizabeth promised and Libby sank down to sit next to her.

"I have to confess, I'm not sure why you wanted to meet me," Libby said to Elizabeth. "If this is about that night at the hospital, I can't tell you anything. I don't know anything."

"It's not," Elizabeth lied to her, wondering if she would be able to worm information out of her slowly. Would that be the best way to go about this entire ordeal? She suspected that might be the case. "If anything, I was hoping that you might be able to tell me what to expect when I give birth."

"Oh," Libby said.

"I know it might not be conventional," Elizabeth said. "But Doctor Jacobs tells me nothing and Laszlo does not want to worry me, but after everything that has happened…I want to know what to expect."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes," Elizabeth nodded her head. "This is my first child…well…I…I had another child, but I miscarried at around five months."

Libby's eyes widened. "You lost a child?" she checked.

Elizabeth played with the ends of her hair and nodded her head. She looked down to her lap and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a brief moment before folding one leg over the other.

"It was during my first marriage," Elizabeth said. "I lost my son and I was left a widower."

"And so Doctor Kreizler is your second husband?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said, but she didn't see him as that. She saw him as the only one who she wanted to be with. "And this one here," she said, hand going to her stomach, "is our first child. I have adopted, well, I am in the process of adopting," she corrected herself. "There was this girl at the Institute which Laszlo runs and her aunt abandoned her. We forged a relationship and Laszlo encouraged me to adopt her."

Libby nodded her head. "So you already have one child really?"

"I suppose so," Elizabeth nodded once. "But I do not wish to replace her mother or Laszlo replace her father. They died in an accident, but Charlotte, who we are adopting, does not speak of it."

"Children who experience trauma often do not wish to relive it," Libby said. "But you've experienced loss before. You've lost a child…and I…I can only imagine the pain that you feel."

"It never goes away," Elizabeth said to her and she observed Libby's wide set eyes, her nose pinching and her brows furrowed together. She looked forlorn. Elizabeth wondered what was going on in her mind, but she had to treat her carefully. She did not want to spook her. "You can only try to dull the pain…but it never truly goes away."

"But now you're expecting another one," Libby said.

"I am," Elizabeth said, hand instinctively resting on her stomach.

"And are you hoping for a girl or a boy?"

"Honestly, I do not care," Elizabeth said and Libby smiled. "But I just have a feeling that it is a girl. I don't know why, but I just have this feeling."

"Not long to go until you find out," Libby said to her with a soft stare. "And I have no doubt that you will be happy. You are lucky to have a husband who loves you and will take care of you and the baby."

"I know," Elizabeth could agree with that. "I imagine you don't see that very often where you work."

Libby looked away for a second, her eyes settling on a woman pushing a pram on the other side of the path. The baby's cries could be heard faintly and the woman bent over the pram to try and calm the child.

"Not particularly," Libby said, her eyes still on the white pram. She had no doubt that would have cost a small fortune. "The women there are often not married and I…well…I do wonder how they cope on their own."

"They must be strong," Elizabeth said. "When I was there that night…I was under the impression that the matron was not a particularly kind woman towards them. I remember her calling me stupid…stupid that I was pregnant and not married."

"I do not know," Libby replied, but she avoided Elizabeth's gaze. She knew something. She knew more than she was willing to let on. "All I knew was that you were having stomach pains. Doctor Markoe often sees wealthy clients at the hospital for a small fee."

"I see," Elizabeth said. "And that is all he does? He simply observes them?"

"As far as I know," Libby said, "but I do not know much. I am a midwife, not the matron. No one divulges information with me."

"I understand that feeling," Elizabeth said to her and she knew that she was not going to get anything from her at that moment in time. "Anyway, can you tell me more about what I should expect when I'm in labour? I know you might not want to upset me or cause me concern, but I promise you that I am stronger than I look."

Libby nodded her head and smiled softly. She could do that. She could worm herself closer to this woman. If Elizabeth thought that she could use Libby, then she did not need to know how Libby knew she could use Elizabeth.

…

"You are getting very good at that," Elizabeth informed Charlotte as she sat with her at the dining table later that evening, a book open in front of the little girl who was reading from it slowly.

"Really?" Charlotte asked her.

"Really," Elizabeth repeated to her. "And how was school today? Did you ask Maria and Jennifer if they wanted to come round this weekend?"

Charlotte toyed with the skirt she wore. Her feet dangled from the floor and she swung them slowly. Elizabeth was sat to the side of her, elbow bent on the table and cheek resting in her hand. Charlotte's fingers pulled her ponytail over her shoulder, fingers parting her blonde curls and eyes downcast.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked from the little girl. "I can tell that you are hiding something, Charlotte."

"Maria said that her mother…she doesn't want her to spend time with me here," Charlotte said and Elizabeth confessed she was shocked at how much the little girl spoke to her. "She said that you're not a good person and that the Doctor…he took….he took you."

Elizabeth shook her head. She should have known that this might happen. She had only hoped that Charlotte would not bear the brunt of the rumours. Sighing, Elizabeth dropped her hand onto the wood, her fingers tapping on the surface.

"You know why she said that, don't you?"

Charlotte nodded a few times. "But I know that they are wrong," the little girl said. "You're not a bad person and Doctor Kreizler loves you."

"And that is all you need to know," Elizabeth said and she reached out to give Charlotte's ponytail a small and gentle tug before squeezing her shoulder. "But I can talk to Maria's mother."

"Really?"

"Of course," Elizabeth said and bent down to kiss the top of her head as the doorbell rang. Elizabeth winked to Charlotte before standing up and moving to the door. She pulled it open after recognising the familiar silhouette of Sara Howard. The sun had begun to set and there was a soft, red glow behind Sara.

"Sara, I was not expecting you here," Elizabeth said to her.

"I am trying to find Laszlo, but he was not at the Institute," Sara said.

"No, he was going to see Martha Napp this afternoon," Elizabeth said to Sara. "But he should be home soon. He said that he would be back for supper. Do you want to come in?"

Sara adjusted the green hat on top of her head. "I don't wish to intrude."

"Nonsense," Elizabeth said. "Charlotte will be pleased to see you. Come in."

Holding the door open, Elizabeth let Sara into the house before she closed the door behind her. Shrugging out of her coat, Sara hung it up and left her hat on the peg too. She followed Elizabeth into the dining room and Charlotte swivelled around in her chair to face the doorway.

"Sara!" she exclaimed.

Jumping from the chair, Charlotte moved over to Sara. The older woman held her arms open and Charlotte rushed into them. Holding onto her, Sara embraced her fondly, crouching slightly and running a hand down the back of her hair.

"Hello, Charlotte," she greeted her. "It's lovely to see you again."

"You too," Charlotte said and pulled back, looking up at Sara. "I was just reading to Elizabeth."

"Were you really?"

"She was," Elizabeth confirmed. "And she has gotten quite good at it too."

"Do you want to show me?" Sara wondered from her.

Charlotte nodded and Sara followed her back to the table. Elizabeth smiled to Sara, giving her an understanding glance before heading over to the kitchen to find a glass of lemonade for Sara. She went back to the dining room and found Sara sat in her vacant seat, Charlotte next to her and reading the book in front of her. Elizabeth set the glass down on the table and Sara nodded in thanks, not wanting to interrupt Charlotte's reading. Elizabeth took Laszlo's seat at the head of the table and waited for him to return. He came back at just gone seven to find the three of them sat around and listening to Charlotte read.

Standing in the doorway, Laszlo listened in. He heard Sara help Charlotte with some words that she was stumbling over, but the little girl sounded quite confident once she had gotten some help. Elizabeth looked over to him in the doorway and his gaze met hers and she saw the softness in his face. Her lips picked up as she looked to him and he finally moved further into the room as Sara praised Charlotte for finishing the chapter.

"You're getting very good, Charlotte," Laszlo said to her and the little girl peered up to him, a soft smile on her face. She simply nodded to him and he continued to smile.

"Indeed, she is," Elizabeth said and Charlotte smiled widely. "But, I think it might be time for you to head up to bed now. You have school in the morning and need sleep."

Charlotte nodded and looked to Sara. "Goodnight, Sara."

"Goodnight, Charlotte," Sara said and embraced her once more. Charlotte slipped from the chair she was on and Laszlo gave her shoulder a soft squeeze as she hugged him. He had thought that she might be apprehensive of him. And she had been for a while, but she had warmed up to him and he had to admit that he was equally as fond of her.

"Goodnight," Charlotte said to him.

"Sleep well, Charlotte," he urged.

"Come on, you," Elizabeth said and rested a hand on the little girl's back. "I'll come and tuck you in for the night."

The two of them left the room and Laszlo left his cane by the wall. Walking over to the dining table, he took the seat that Elizabeth had just vacated and let out a deep breath that he felt he had been holding in for a while. Sara arched her brow.

"Long day?" she asked, noticing the way his shoulders drooped low.

"You could say that," he nodded his head. "I went to see Martha Napp just now."

"How was she?"

"She is worried for the trial, but she is more concerned with finding her child," Laszlo informed Sara.

"Understandable," Sara nodded firmly. "And you know that I will do everything that I can to help find her. My agency is at your disposal if you need anything."

"Thank you," Laszlo said, grateful for the offer that he was receiving from Sara. "For now I feel it best if my energy is focused on trying to help Martha through the trial. I had heard that you were also helping her to try and prove her innocence."

"I am in contact with Commissioner Roosevelt, but he is urging me to see how the trial goes before worrying."

Laszlo nodded thoughtfully. "And is that why you're here?"

"I wanted to know how your interviews with Martha were going," Sara said to him. "But, by the sounds of it, you would rather not think about that right now."

"What gives it away?" Laszlo wondered from her.

"You look exhausted," Sara said.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. "I suppose I am," he admitted to Sara. "After everything that has happened, I confess that I find my mind plagued by thoughts that I would rather not entertain, but the mind is a strange thing."

Sara took a sip of her drink. She lowered the glass from her lips and held onto it with both hands. "What troubles you?" she wondered from Laszlo. "I would understand if you have no desire to tell me, Laszlo."

"The case of the missing child," Laszlo said, wondering if it might be beneficial for him to speak to someone. He had kept the case from Elizabeth as much as he could. He had no desire to converse of it, hence why he often worked late and returned while she was sleeping. "Martha has no idea where her child is, but she proclaims her innocence and I cannot help but wonder what kind of pain she is going through…the thought of a child going missing is one of the most terrifying thoughts I believe there could be and, given my own predicament, I think about it more than I should."

"I understand," Sara promised Laszlo. "I might not have children, but I understand and I sympathise with how you feel."

Laszlo slumped back further, fingers moving to drum on the top of the table. The noise echoed through the room while he thought of the words that he wanted to say. "I have paid for the best doctors to care for Elizabeth during her pregnancy," Laszlo said to Sara, looking down onto the ring on his finger. "I have done that almost as though I believe it will protect her and keep her safe…keep our child safe…but Martha wanted the best for her child. She did everything she could for her, but it was not enough."

"What has happened to Martha Napp is a horrible ordeal," Sara agreed. "But it does not mean that anything shall happen to your child."

"And logically I know that," Laszlo promised Sara. "But it does not stop me from worrying."

Sara left her glass on the table and moved to her feet. "I suspect you will always worry," Sara said to him. "But do not let that worry consume you. Having a child…being married…you need to be happy too."

"And I am," Laszlo responded. "But the work we do cannot be separated from our feelings."

"No truer word was spoken," Sara said just as Elizabeth moved back into the room.

She wiped her hands on her skirts and moved further into the room. Laszlo saw that her cheeks were tinted red laughing with Charlotte and her lips were pulled up into a smile.

"Everything alright?" Laszlo asked.

"Fine," Elizabeth said and noted that Sara had stood. "Are you leaving so soon, Sara?"

"I should return home and let you enjoy the rest of your evening. I only wanted to inform Laszlo that I will do what I can to look into Martha's case and to spare her should things become worse," Sara said with a firm nod. "I hope that I will be able to come back and see you soon."

"Please do," Elizabeth said with a nod. "Charlotte enjoys spending time with you and we haven't sat down and talked in a long time. You're always so very busy with the agency, which I completely understand. It is doing so very well."

Sara felt a sense of pride inside of her swell up then. Her lips tugged upwards. "I do try," she said to Elizabeth. "And I enjoy what I do."

"That much is apparent," Laszlo agreed. "Do you need me to ask Stevie to drive you home?"

"No," Sara shook her head. "I can find a cab. I will leave you to your evening."

They bid their goodnights and Laszlo walked Sara to the door before returning to find Elizabeth had gone missing. He let his brow furrow and he heard her humming in the distance. Walking down the hallway, he came to the kitchen and saw her stood by the stove, stirring a spoon in a pot. The smell was quite something and Laszlo could feel his stomach churn with hunger.

"I made vegetable soup for dinner," Elizabeth said to him. "I know it isn't fancy, but Charlotte told me she used to enjoy having it as a child."

"It smells delicious," Laszlo said. "But you do not need to do that."

"Nonsense, I am only warming it up," Elizabeth said, still stirring the soup. "Besides, after everything you have done for me during this pregnancy, I think I can manage to make you dinner one evening."

Laszlo chuckled darkly. "You're too good for me."

"Oh, don't I know it," she joked back with him and his lips remained turned upwards, but there was a sad glaze in his eye. Elizabeth bit down on her bottom lips and held her free hand out towards him. "What's wrong?" she asked from him.

He lifted his hand up, fingers entwining into hers. He stepped closer to her and she ran her thumb along his knuckles. He looked down to the ground for a second, not wanting to burden her with his thoughts. But she was his wife. They had both taken vows and Laszlo didn't want to keep things from her. But he just wanted to protect her from the evils that he saw. He didn't want to see her hurt.

"Is it the case?" Elizabeth asked, trying to get him to talk. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

"It is," he admitted to her.

"I see," Elizabeth said with a nod of her head and Laszlo reached his hand out and pushed the pot from the stove so that it was no longer heating up. Elizabeth wondered what he was doing before he bent down, forehead pressing to hers. She felt his warm breath as she pulled her hand up and stroked his cheek softly.

His warm breath hit her cheek and his lips parted before he kissed her sweetly. The motion was tender and slow. Elizabeth had gotten used to deciphering what Laszlo was feeling whenever he kissed her in a certain way. This felt like he was feeling vulnerable. He was opening himself up to her. Laszlo, despite his profession, often kept his thoughts to himself. He often preferred to lose himself in his own mind.

He pulled away after a moment and Elizabeth felt a soft hum in the back of her throat before her thumb ran along his jawline and she saw his eyes close as he kept his forehead pressed to hers.

"This case feels too close to home," Laszlo admitted, opening his eyes and peering into hers. "Doctor Markoe…the Lying-In Hospital…and a missing child…all of it makes me think of us and what we have been through."

"I can understand that, Laszlo," she promised him, dropping her hand to his tie, flattening it out against his chest before running her hands along his green suit jacket. "What has happened to Martha resonates with us…a missing child…we both know what could have happened."

"But it didn't."

"No, it didn't," Elizabeth emphasised. "And what has happened to Martha is not fair."

"Fairness is never something that is considered important in these cases I work on," Laszlo complained. "But I will get to the bottom of this. I will unveil Markoe for the man who he is and I will find out what happened to Martha's baby."

"And I don't doubt it," Elizabeth said and stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips once more for a second. "And I'll be right here for you if you need to talk. You're my husband, Laszlo. I'm your wife. If there is something on your mind then you can tell me."

"I do not wish to burden you."

"And I love you for how selfless you are," she assured him, squeezing his hand once again. "But I want to be burdened. Your burden is mine too."

Laszlo smiled at that. "I'll say it again, you're too good for me."

Elizabeth smiled back at him. "And I'll say it again too," she whispered, leaning closer to him once more. "Don't I know it."

She kissed him again and gave his hand a final squeeze before turning back to the soup and warming it up. Laszlo watched her as she stirred it with one hand, her other hand running up and down his arm as he stood by her side. He let his gaze move down to her stomach and thought about their child. He would do everything he could to protect their baby. He would protect his family. But he knew that he had to get to the bottom of this case. His mind wouldn't let him do anything else.

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A/N: I know it's been a while since the last update so not sure if anyone is still reading. As always – love to know your thoughts/anything you want to see!