This chapter contains brief mentions of physical abuse and dialogue that may be difficult for some to read.


There was an uncomfortable feeling that rested deep in the pits of Astoria's stomach. Filled with anxiety that she tried to ignore and shove away, but each morning when she woke, it returned to loom over her. She'd have breakfast with her Father to avoid her mother. The silence between them was much more appreciated than hearing her mother drone on about Germany.

Part of the reason for her calamitous cloud of anxiety.

They were scheduled to leave in five days. Each time her mother mentioned it, Astoria clammed up and felt so sick she was ready to vomit. Her body would go hot and any contents inside her stomach swirled upwards at the mention of plans.

It would be catastrophic if she expressed her intention of not going with her parents, which is why Astoria was putting it off. But then her conversation with Neville would float in her head and she'd feel guilty for not saying anything yet. He had asked her once over dinner, to which she tightly said she'd bring it up soon. Neville, in all his kindness, took her word for it, however doubting his eyes appeared.

Of course she understood that if she kept pushing it off, it would only be worse. Frankly, Astoria was expecting to fake an illness before they left, making note to stop at Weasley's Joke Shop, but her plans fell through. Instead, she found herself sitting a perfect opportunity to bring it up, in a true Greengrass fashion.

"Astoria, you look like you put on some weight." Her mother coldly observed, stabbing a piece of her chicken on the plate.

Astoria froze, a buttered biscuit midway between her plate and mouth. She looked down at the bread then up at her mother, seeing a cruelly arched eyebrow high on her forehead. She placed the buttery bread back down on her plate.

"Haven't noticed." She cleared her throat as calmly as she could. "All my clothes are fitting normally."

"You can tell in your face." Her mother remarked, eyes focused on her food. "Cheeks look rounder. I think it would be best to go on an all liquid diet before we arrive in Germany."

Astoria flushed with anger, her fist tightening around her knife until her knuckles went white. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until her lungs and stomach began hurting. Releasing her knife and breath in a clattering and exasperating way, Astoria placed her hands firmly on the table.

"I don't think that's necessary, mother." The response sounded highly mature, Astoria surprised herself.

Her mother looked up, piercing eyes narrowing.

"And why not?"

Astoria rotated her jaw and stretched her neck higher, preparing for a battle. She knew her mother was trying to retain an upper hand over Astoria, taking pleasure in her submissive nature. But Astoria was tired of her jabs and thought of the way Neville encouraged her to always finish her meals and eat two cauldron cakes if she wanted to. This was her tipping point.

"I feel the same, I look healthy. I shouldn't have to change that for some gala." The sneer was not missed by her mother. She received a scoff.

"How do you expect a man to show interest when your face has blown up like a balloon?" Her mother laughed and Astoria scratched her nails into the grain of the wood.

"With any luck he won't." She bit out and her mother sent her a glare. A beat passed between the table, Astoria nearly forgot her father was next to them until he cleared his throat. The noise caused both women to look at him, it was a warning, flagging to both that they needed to settle down.

Setting her stare back on Astoria, the Greengrass patriarch breathed loudly through her nose.

"I don't care for your attitude Astoria." She commented calmly, a show for her father. Astoria huffed regardless.

"Well I don't care for your comments, Mother. Nor do I care about being forced into attending a gala I don't want to go to." She said with equal measure.

"We are going to Germany so that you may be blessed to find a willing partner. It would be in your best interest to diet to look your prettiest for the men you encounter. I'm only trying to do what's best for you." She explained haughtily.

Astoria rolled her eyes and slid her hands into her lap, still glaring at the woman. Absolutely fed up with the lack of choices in her life and the constant guilt her mother forced on her since Daphne left, something inside her snapped.

"Hardly seems like it." She strained out the words, biting her tongue as soon as they left her mouth.

"Astoria—" Her father tried to warn but her mother's eyes had snapped to her so fast, she nearly thought they flickered like a snake's.

"And who are you to judge what's best for your life?" Her mother chuckled sarcastically. "If it weren't for my guidance, Gods, you'd probably be out acting as some lowlife mudbl—"

It was blurry behind her vision. Astoria wasn't even sure she saw anything. She just felt rage. Shaking with emotion.

"You don't know what's best for me, you only think you do." She argued quickly. "Everything that you say is for me, is really for you and how to save your arse from the scrutiny of others."

"Lower your voice when you speak—"

"Absolutely not! I'm so sick of being your project. I'm your sodding daughter, mother! You could at least act like it!" She shouted, sitting higher in her seat as did her mother.

"And how do I not? I have done everything in my power to ensure you have a good life—"

"A good life that isn't even mine! 'Astoria eat this, Astoria read that! Astoria, you can't work here. Astoria you're putting on weight. Astoria, marry this man that you have absolutely no interest in, nothing in common with, oh but he's a pureblood with money and can cover the tragic shortcomings of your sister!' I'm sick of it all!"

Her mother's nostrils flared, a look of pure spite on her face.

"I will not apologize for looking out for you. Stop being dramatic Astoria, it was one simple comment." Her mother brushed her off despite the older woman's cheeks turning pink.

"It never is though. There's always more. You always take more away from me. Every day you pick and pick until I barely have anything left to give. One day there won't be anything left for me to give you, mother! What will you do then?" She shouted.

"Get over yourself for one moment and stop being so selfish. There are others in this family—"

"Family? Family!? Is that what you call this?" She scoffed, lifting up in her seat. "Daphne is gone! Father and you are barely in the same room together for longer than fifteen fucking minutes! I can't even remember the last time you slept in the same room!"

"Astoria—" Her father roared but she kept going.

"You are too busy caring about what other people think to realize how unhappy your family actually is! How dare you act like this is for the family and not just your bloody self!"

Her mother stood up from her chair, throwing her fork onto the table with a loud clanking noise.

"I will not tolerate your lies—" She spat. "You selfish, selfish girl. This is why no man has taken interest in you. The attitude and behavior is highly grotesque of a pureblood—"

"Oh for fuck's sake! Shut the fuck up mother!"

Both her parents were stunned into silence. Astoria's entire body was shaking.

"I don't care that I'm a pureblood! If anything I loathe it! What's it brought us? A wretched and dishonorable past? A broken family? The complete ostracizing from both sides of society? Being a pureblood has only brought us nothing—"

"How fucking dare you!" Her mother's voice was as deep as the pits of hell. She bellowed so loudly that she actually jumped at the noise. "How fucking dare you! This family, this—this name is all you bloody well have Astoria!"

"And I can clearly see why Daphne didn't want it! Why would she with a mother that doesn't even give a fuck about anyone but herself. For fuck's sake your own husband won't even look at—"

"ENOUGH!"

Astoria and her mother both jumped at the sound of her father. His booming yell made her mother instantly sit down, but Astoria only bowed her head. Heat seeped into her neck, and while her father had always been an intimidating person, she was never scared of him. Until now.

"Astoria, you will stop talking immediately and finish your meal in your room. If I hear so much as one more word from either of you I will burn this bloody fucking place to the ground with everyone in it!" He screamed, eyes popping out of his head with a furious vein bulging from his neck.

Astoria was panting, harshly breathing through her nostrils in order to not make a loud noise. She stared at her food, the harsh screech of her father's chair toppling over was strangely the quietest noise all evening. He stormed out of the dining room, heading directly for his study.

She waited a second before taking in a shuddering breath. Two tears fell onto her plate before she hastily left without another word. But just as soon as exited, she heard the quick footsteps of her mother trailing behind.

Astoria tried to walk faster but all too soon, her wrist was captured and she was forced to be spun around. Her mother's nails were digging into her skin, so she ripped her arm away, ignoring the burn of the scratch.

"Your father was always the coddling type but let me make myself perfectly clear: I don't care what hurts your feelings, not when it means that our family will be at an advantage once more." She said eerily calm. Astoria, still panting from earlier, sneered at her then began to turn away from the woman.

"Yes, you've made that perfectly—"

"Which is why I say this." Her mother crowded her into the wall, Astoria backed up in alarm, completely caught off guard by the advancement by the woman. Panic and fear unwillingly crawled up her body, her eyes went wide when she looked at the savage emotion behind them.

"I will not have any more embarrassments in this family. You will either comply and come to us with Germany, fill your role to this family, or, you will pack your belongings tonight and remove yourself from this household immediately. I don't care what your father says. This is your last chance, Astoria."

Astoria's body was taught with anxiety. Little questions filtered through the back of her mind of what she would do if she defied her mother, her family. They piled on top of each other, weighing her down until she was certain they doubled her actual body mass. As Astoria opened her mouth, the only thing that she felt was exhaustion.

"Fuck. You." She whispered through emphasis. Her mother's eyes widened tremendously, and she stepped away in almost horror. Life suddenly sprung through her, so Astoria took a step forward, standing up for herself for one final time.

"I will not let you ruin what little happiness I have left." She said and her mother's eyes narrowed into a mocking chuckle.

"Ungrateful, spoiled fucking bitch." She spat and Astoria took another step.

"If you say so, mother." She said with her own condescending grin. "But now, 'mother' is just a word to me, a pathetic one at that. You pretend as if your failures don't mount higher than the walls of this house. Father won't have you, society won't either. A fucking failure of a pureblood wife who—"

Astoria shouted a yelp as soon as her mother's hand slapped across her face. The silence that followed after was paired with a loud ringing through her ears. Blood rushed to the surface of her cheek, though she could barely feel the pain. Her entire body was numb to it the moment she saw her mother proudly raise her shoulders back and looked her dead in the eyes.

"You were worthless with the Greengrass name but you're even more so without it. Just like your sister!" She spat and Astoria gaped at her in horror.

"You have no one anymore. You are. No one. You'd be less trouble if you were dead. You're meaningless to me and this family, remember that as you pack your belongings." The venom that shot out of her mother's mouth was poisonous and deadly. Itt seeped through her skin quickly, settling until her entire body was effected by the awful words.

Astoria's mother walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing around the air but Astoria could only hear her own breathing. She was fine at first, then she began wheezing, the sounds growing high pitched as she clutched her cheek and felt her chest cave in on itself. Soon, she was gasping for air, running to her room as quickly as she could.

Thorough painful sobs, Astoria sent almost her entire closet into her suitcase. Gladys quickly jumped off her bed as the suitcase went flying on top of her mattress.

Her body sunk down to the floor, crying as she clutched at her chest, desperate to make the pain go away. Gladys sauntered over, meowing loudly at her, paws climbing up her leg. She grabbed her cat, cuddling her into her neck and cried. Gladys in all her sympathy began meowing and purring, bumping her head into Astoria's hand.

She sat there for a minute, crying by herself, replaying her mother's words in her head. It felt silly to cry when Astoria said equally terrible things, especially since her mother had been so horrible to her. Regardless, Astoria wept for the things that were said to her, the things her mother would never understand but most importantly, she cried at the loneliness.

She had never felt this lonely before. Not when Daphne left, not during the war when she wasn't sure what her or her friends were going to do. Never.

It was deteriorating. Eating at her from the inside out. Everything in her body wracked with an unfathomable physical hurt and it was all because she felt lonely and sad.

Pushing Gladys off to the side, Astoria crawled over to the floo, trying to reach Daphne. After five minutes of no response, the flames finally showed her face.

"Bleeding fucking hell Astoria. I was just about—"

"Daph I need to come live with you." She said immediately, urgently.

"What are you talking about?" Her sister responded.

"I-I got into a fight with mother. And—and words were exchanged, father is furious and mother wants me out of the house. I have nowhere to go." She said more calmly than she was anticipating, though her tears were still flowing fresh down her face.

"I'm sure it will all resolve itself soon, Tori. Father never stays mad—"

"No you don't understand. It's different—I—I have to leave." She said desperately. Daphne sighed on the other end.

"Tori, whatever happened, do you really think it'd be best if I got involved? Imagine what they'd do if they found out I helped get you to the states." Daphne's tone was less than concerned. If anything, she seemed…irritated that her little sister was calling her. Astoria frowned, her stomach filling with dread and confusion.

"The hell are you saying?"

"Don't you have a friend? What about Amanda? Stay with her for a few days and then return home."

Astoria's brows hung nearly over her eyes as she frowned. She hadn't spoken to Amanda since she graduated Hogwarts and she lived in Egypt now.

"I just told you I have to leave and you're—you're telling me to just 'hang on?' To just stay here when mother—"

"Take some space, stay with friends there, but let's not be dramatic. You will make up with them soon and everything will go back to being normal. It always does." Daphne shrugged noncommittally. Her tone was dismissive and Astoria felt her blood boil.

"Are you fucking serious?" She gasped in disbelief.

"Tori—"

"No I just— this is the first you hear from me since you blew me off for the holidays. I tell you something serious has happened and you're—you're blowing me off again? Are you fucking serious right now Daphne?" Astoria grew angrier and angrier the more she ranted.

"I didn't blow you off. I told you I'll be with friends traveling for the holidays. Sorry I can't just invite you to that. And I'm not blowing you off now? Don't be stupid." Daphne accused.

"But when your sister who you haven't seen for over a year tells you you can come home for some time it's suddenly a chore to do?" She accused, and Daphne scoffed.

"Some notice could have been helpful. I'm not backing out on pre-made plans just because the house is open."

"No you only lied when you said you'd be here in an instant if the opportunity presented itself." Astoria said with fake amusement.

"It's not easy for me either. Don't act like not seeing you hasn't been hard on me." Daphne quickly retorted.

"Interesting since I'm the one reaching out to you a majority of the time. I'd never hear a bloody peep from you unless I was asking about you and your grand adventures. Merlin knows you never care to ask me about what's going on in my life, or how awful it's been since you left." Astoria said, nails digging into the floorboards beneath her knees.

"Oh gods, excuse me for not checking up. How's the mansion? How's the endless supply of money? How's it feel to still be wanted by father and mother?" Daphne said rudely.

"Your lack of empathy is astounding. What's more concerning is the fact that you've lost your capability to even hear what I have to say." Astoria's bottom lip qui red but her voice remained steady and strong.

"But it's always the same old story isn't it? You and mother fight but you end up doing what she wants anyways."

Something snapped inside of her. Perhaps another heartstring. Whatever it was, Astoria's face morphed into a caustic expression. Her shoulders relaxed and her tears stopped flowing.

"Not this time." She choked out but her rage was still hot. "Which is why, I'm asking to stay with you. But if I'm such a nuisance then I don't even know why—"

"Fuck's sake, Tori." Daphne's said aggravated. "Can you for once stop throwing yourself a pity party. So bloody what if you got into a fight with them? Suck it up and get over it. You always make things about yourself and blow it way out of proportion."

"Why are you acting like this? What have I done to make you treat me like I'm not—not your sister?" Astoria couldn't hide the hurt in her voice, she was growing weary from the attacks of the day.

"I'm just so tired of hearing about your hissy fits with mum. Grow up, Astoria. You act like it's the end of the world." She spat and Astoria felt her arms shake.

"Not everyone can just leave their family behind and start a new life, Daphne. Sorry I'm not you." She bit out and Daphne scoffed.

"I knew it. I bloody knew it."

"What?"

"You're jealous that I had the courage to do what you'll never be able to. And you hate me for it. You hate me for leaving. Unbelievable, you're so fucking selfish, Tori."

Astoria let go of a sharp and sardonic huff. She shut her eyes, swallowing the lump lodged in her throat and slowly shook her head.

At that moment, her reality setted in. A mother who didn't care about who she was, a father who would never come to her defense, and a sister who couldn't even listen to what she was feeling. She had enough.

"I never resented you for leaving me. I resented you for forgetting about me."

She ended the call, unable to bear being verbally abused any longer. Standing swiftly on her weak legs, her vision went blurry as her head began to spin. Her fists were shaking at her side and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. With a cracked sob, she picked up Gladys and summoned her luggage.

A blinding humiliation swept her into a pile of fear. Where would she go now? Who was there for her? Fighting for her? Supporting her dreams and desires? If it didn't come from her family, who was it supposed to come from? She had no one. She….she was no one.

Gladys suddenly purred, breaking her from her depressive spiral. She blinked down at her fluffy cat, who was looking up at her. The cat quietly meowed, almost in a question.

With a tight gulp, Astoria stepped inside her fireplace, and called out the address of the only person she thought she had left.


Neville was humming along to the song on the radio. An omnipresent grin on his face as he grabbed the large bowl of French onion soup from his oven. He had just shut the door when the sound of his floo went off. He looked over his shoulder concerned and slowly strode to the wall of his kitchen, eavesdropping on the noise to see if his visitor would speak.

All he heard was quiet gasps, a swear and then the thump of a large item hit the ground. He peered his head around the corner, eyes rounding when he saw Astoria place a very fluffy cat on the floor. She then lowered herself into a squatting position, burying her hands in her face and inhaling deeply.

"Astoria?" He called, his voice full of worry.

Her head snapped up, eyes red and cheeks stained with wetness, one side of her face a bit swollen and redder than the other. He frowned at the sight. She hastily stood up, looking embarrassed that he caught her even though she was in his he stepped forward and she stood in place, sniffling as she tried to smile, Neville could see her bottom lip quiver.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" He asked quietly.

She made a noise in the back of her throat, looking down once and gesturing to her luggage then looked back up at him like he should know what's going on. Neville's face was calm and expectant, patiently waiting for her to find her voice. He stood within arm's reach of her.

"I—well I was having dinner with my parents. Germany got brought up—"

For a fleeting second, he feared the worst. He thought she was here crying because she couldn't change her parent's minds and that she was going to Germany and come home after the holiday to be engaged. His heart twitched, but then she kept speaking.

"And my mother made a comment about my weight, and then…I don't know. I just exploded. On her, on my father. I told her how unhappy I was and how much I hated my life and she screamed and my father screamed, and then—and then—" Her voice hitched, shoulders frozen. In her ramblings she was looking off in the distance, but her green eyes suddenly snapped to his and he saw all her resolve crumble.

Neville stepped forward immediately, wrapping her body into his embrace and combed down her hair as she shook in his arms. His chest was cracking at her gut wrenching sobs.

"She told me I was worthless. I'm nothing and no one." Astoria cried, gasping for air as tears seemed never-ending. "She told me to get out and I didn't even want to stay buy my mother—she's, she's my mother—"

Neville rubbed his hand up and down her back, squeezing her tightly and trying his best to not cry himself.

"I floo called Daphne. And she said I was overreacting, she called me selfish—but I—how can I be selfish when she's the one that left me? She just left me here and forgot about me. How could she do that Neville? How could my family treat me like this? I didn't—I never do anything! I just try to make them happy and it's still not enough for them!"

Neville bent his head down, resting his cheek on top of her head and softly swayed her. Astoria's cries were difficult to listen to and he wasn't sure what to say just yet to console her. So he hugged her strongly and let her cry into his chest.

They stood like that until her knees hurt from standing and her head began throbbing. She sniffled, cheek pressed against his chest and the dull hums of his, 'I'm so sorry, Astoria. You don't deserve this,' filled the silence. She just buried her head deeper into his shirt, not even hiding the way she openly inhaled his scent.

Neville, shoulders heavy with sympathy and frustration, bent to kiss the crown of her head again then slightly loosened his grip.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked and she shook her head, reluctant to let him go. "How about we get you to bed?"

Astoria felt numb, so she plainly nodded to his gentle suggestion and let him guide her through his home. She didn't even feel embarrassed anymore, just in a state of indifference as she replayed the night's events in her head.

The comfortable mattress was under her body before she realized. Neville tucked the covers up to her chest and sat at the edge to hug her again. She was brought upright in his arms, a shaky breath taken when he kissed her cheek.

"Try to get some sleep. There's a sleeping draught in my bathroom, take it if you need it. I'll be up for a bit, okay?"

She nodded as he released his hold and gently laid her back onto the pillows. Neville didn't want to leave her immediately, so he stayed a bit, held her hand and brushed his fingertips over the back of her wrist. He remained until her breathing grew heavy and was sure she was asleep.

Carefully leaving the room to not disturb her, Neville headed into his living room, grabbing her luggage and setting her things by his sofa. Unsure of what to do, he scratched the back of his head and looked around. Her cat slowly stalked up to him, sniffing his shoes tentatively before she pawed at his trousers.

Neville smiled, bending down to the cat and waiting for her to allow him to pet her. Once he scratched her ears, the cat followed him around for the rest of the evening. He fed Gladys then penned a letter, hoping he wasn't overstepping on Astoria when he asked some friends for help.


Astoria awoke with a headache and the heavy weight of loathing on her chest. As soon as her eyes peeled open, she immediately wished she were asleep again. Yesterday's events flashed through her mind and the vile words spoken to her caused her body to droop.

She sat up, finding Gladys sleeping at her feet, curled into a fluffy ball. Astoria sighed and softly played with her tail, then finally took in Neville's room.

His room was surprisingly filled with no plants. The wall adjacent to his bed was covered with pictures, mainly from school, some of his parents holding him as a baby, or of just them. She noted there was a pile of notebooks stacked in a chair with papers coming out of the pages. For the most part, his room was tidy with a few exceptions of his shirts and shoes laying around. His duvet and pillows were a dark, dark purple. It made her smile faintly.

Astoria sighed heavily then slipped from under the covers, throwing her hair up, attempting to calm some of the rattiness before she went to face him. She was truly embarrassed at the spectacle, even if she only gave him half the details. She worried what he thought of her and her family and how'd he'd react. There was the thought that he would look at her crazily, or pity her with misunderstanding eyes.

She couldn't bear it, but she braced herself for whatever his reaction.

Slowly, she crept into the living room, Gladys trailing behind her. His large frame was draped over a transfigured bed, sheets kicked and scrunched messily over his body. His long legs were uncovered and one arm was thrown over his head.

Astoria vaguely grinned when she saw his still sleeping figure. His face was totally peaceful, mouth parted with quiet snores coming from his throat. She walked a bit deeper into the room, wanting to observe him for a moment before she tried to plan a convenient way to leave without waking him.

But Gladys unexpectedly sprinted forward and jumped on Neville's stomach, causing him to jerk awake fearfully before his eyes settled on the cat trying to lick his face.

"Oh, good morning Gladys." His throaty morning voice sounded deeply attractive, and the scene before her eyes was very hard to look away from.

Neville's earthy colored eyes found her standing awkwardly away. His face morphed into an alert and present expression as he sat up, placing Gladys off to the side.

"Hey." He said, getting to his feet and meeting her in the middle of the room. "How are you feeling?"

His warm palm cupped the back of her head before bringing her into a hug. Astoria stumbled a bit, not expecting to be greeted so warmly after she barged into his home and had a meltdown in front of him.

"G-good." She replied, muffled by his cotton shirt and strong chest.

"You went to bed so early, did you get a chance to eat last night? Are you hungry at all?" He questioned, pulling away to look down at her. Astoria stared up with wide eyes and just blinked.

"Um, a bit yeah I guess." She admitted after a while.

"I can make us some breakfast then. Tea?" He asked her and she just nodded.

Neville grinned at her very softly then bent his neck down to place a kiss on her lips. Astoria's heart flew.

She trailed after him into the kitchen since she felt unaccustomed to his space. Neville immediately began speaking in a plan of action as he took out ingredients to use. Astoria listened quietly, a bit in awe at his thoughtfulness already.

"I fed Gladys last night, just a can of tuna. Wasn't sure if you brought her any food, so I hope that's okay." He said brightly as he looked over his shoulder, checking with her. She nodded and swallowed.

"Yeah that's…yeah."

"And I moved your luggage off to the side so I wouldn't trip. Is there anything that needs to be taken out of your case? Food, animals?"

The question actually made her snort a laugh. Neville's question was entirely serious so his head whipped to her, face softening when he saw her little smile.

"Um no. Just—" The smile faded as she gulped. "Just my clothes…items and things."

Neville nodded, noting the sadness on her face. Astoria looked down at her feet when he abandoned the stove and pattered over to her. She crossed her arms over her body, staring at the middle of his stomach when his hands came to rest gently on her arms.

"I am really sorry about what happened—" He began and her throat closed up.

"Neville it's fine—"

"No. It's not Astoria. Not at all." He said quite firmly. The tone made her look up. His eyes were filled with so much distress and a bit of anger. "I-it's really important for you to know, that you're none of what they said about you, okay?"

Astoria's bottom lip quivered and her eyes grew blurry. She sucked in a sharp breath. Hands shifted upwards, and her face was taken by both large and warm palms. There was no other choice but to keep his eye contact and let him see her cry at his sweet words.

"Do you understand?" He whispered, thumbs brushing over her tears. "You're important to me, important to so many others. What your family said is absolutely not true, Astoria. People care about you. I care about you."

"Neville—" She broke into a sob, her breathing uneven as he wrapped her up in her arms again.

"I'm here. Things will be better now, I promise. We'll-we'll figure this all out together."


A/N: I had to take a breather from this fic mainly because of this chapter. It was hard to write and hard to face, but now that it's written, I'm eager to finish the remaining chapters. SO i BELIEVE there will be 4 or 5 chapters left. Just to wrap it all up and get some good lovey scenes in there. Thank you for your support and your patience!