Late, but longer than any chapter in the entire story. Last chapter also. I had a lot of fun writing this whole story. Hope you guys enjoy this last chapter!
Disclaimer: 10 chapters later and I still don't own anything.
Chapter 10 Indiscretions
Sam scrolled through her recent pictures in the memory of her phone. She smiled as the images reflected back at her; Charlie mid-laugh while Freddie held her legs over his shoulder and tickled her, Carly sitting in Caleb's lap smiling, Freddie and Sam sitting around Charlie and Topher as they sat in front of their cake, Melanie's pointer finger held up her own nose as Topher stuck out his tongue.
Sam reached the final picture and stopped. She was debating whether or not making it her background on her phone. She wanted to, but the thought of judgment stopped her. What would people think when they watched her turn her screen on and there was that picture staring back at her? Sam sighed and decided against it. Yet, the picture seemed to know she was evaluating to keep it or not and smiled back at her. It was the only picture Melanie, more or so, forced Sam and Freddie to take. Charlie was laughing while Freddie kissed her small cheek and Topher sat in his mother's lap, being tickled. Sam, although she would deny it, loved the picture dearly. As much as she refused to admit it, Melanie had a knack of catching the perfect picture whenever Sam and Freddie were together.
Locking her phone, blue eyes scanned the empty living room. Melanie had gone to class at the college, Charlie and Topher were in school, yet Freddie had sent her a message earlier saying he wanted to meet up with her and the twins later that afternoon. She still couldn't believe he had stayed in town this long. What did the others think? She continued to have the same man appear at her door every day about the same time and he seemed to have been conjured out of the blue. Irene had already met him one night when Sam had to take an extra night shift and close down the restaurant with her. He was at her apartment helping Melanie and Irene's kids babysit Charlie and Topher. Irene had smiled when Freddie was gentle enough with Sam that she sat next to him on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder as he had an arm around her body, casually, rubbing her arm.
From the small amounts of time Irene had spoken to Sam about Freddie, Sam seemed to not really want to talk about him as much as Irene imagined. Irene saw how the two interacted, yet the same two people were oblivious to how they acted around themselves and others. Private moments were shared in public without even realizing it and Sam and Freddie seemed in their own little world while everyone else was a casual visitor.
The day before Freddie had sent the message to Sam about meeting him for the afternoon, Irene had spoken to Sam about their intentions towards each other.
*FLASHBACK*
"You seem to be in a much better mood since you've been seeing Freddie for the past week," Irene pointed out as they were closing up the restaurant for the night. The older lady was wiping down the last table as Sam walked to the back and made sure the freezers and refrigerators were successfully shut.
Sam smiled at Irene's observations, nonetheless. "I don't feel any different. Well a little more comfortable with my surroundings but that's pretty much it."
Irene laughed, "And you don't think that's a reason for being so close to Freddie all the time? I've seen how you two act when you think no one's watching, he's very sweet, Sam. The way he looks at you and smiles reminds me of Zachary. He was my soul mate, still is."
Sam watched Irene with a serious expression. Irene barely ever spoke his name out loud. The older women watched as Sam's eyes softened. Using that as her cue to continue, she whispered, "Besides, if you don't sit down with Freddie and talk about this, I just might have to."
The blonde laughed. She knew Irene was mostly soft spoken, but the thought of her older friend sitting down with a very confused Fredward Benson had a smile creep across Sam's face.
*END FLASHBACK*
This was usually the only time Sam could find during the day that was quiet and she could run her errands and relax. With the thought of Freddie's text, she found no peace in the unobtrusive apartment. Deciding to get up and do something instead of just sit in the solace, Sam stood up and decided to bake. She would come up with whatever she could make with the ingredients she had in her kitchen. When she was pregnant with Charlie and Topher and couldn't leave the apartment, Melanie would often find Sam awake in the middle of the night baking something as random as a Upside down Pineapple cake.
Baking usually got her mind off of things; it kept her physically and mentally busy as she recalled the steps and ingredients. Today, it seemed, she couldn't recall anything and just stood in front of her open refrigerator, the light beaming on her graceful skin.
The knock on the door broke her from her trance, as she walked to it, puzzled. He stared back at her, in his usual style of clothing she so brightly remembers; light blue button up shirt tucked in to the slim cut jeans, his hair neatly brushed back and away from his russet colored eyes.
"Freddie," Sam breathed.
He smiled back at her. "Can I come in?"
Sam tightened her lips. With a side step, Freddie easily glided into the familiar apartment. Taking his shoes off, he made a move towards her couch. A couple of steps behind, she closed the door and sat beside him.
He turned his body to face her, sliding his fingers towards her own on the couch. She watched as his fingers inched, neither stopping him nor urging him on. "Sorry I came earlier than expected. I didn't have anything else planned for the day."
She shrugged her thin shoulders. Her breath hitched as he slowly brushed his fingers against hers. "I have to pick Charlie and Topher up soon from preschool. You can tag along if you'd like."
He beamed a genuine smile at her. "I would gladly join you."
She exhaled loudly. "Why do you constantly do that?"
She watched his expression change; the way his eyebrows knit together and his lips purse. "I don't think I fully understand your question, Sam."
"That: why do you always do this to me?"
A smile tugged at the corners of Freddie's lips. Wrapping his fingers around her thinner ones, he leaned and gently pressed his lips against her pink cheeks. "You mean this?"
Sam felt the heat rise in her cheeks; her body's temperature increase. "Why are you really here, Freddie? Why are you in California? What happened to that girlfriend of yours and your school in Texas? Shouldn't you be over there instead of my couch flirting with me? You've been here since the twins' birthday but haven't left; two weeks. Why is that, Benson?"
He chuckled. "I'm here because I want to be here and Sierra couldn't understand that. It was easy to leave but it took me longer to understand my place is with you and the twins; not in Texas with someone else. I'm here for you, Sam."
Sam stood up, flicking her hand out of Freddie's grip. Pacing her living room, she brushed her hair with her hand. Freddie frowned at her reaction. He watched her battle with the words on the tip of her tongue. She was never the type to think before she spoke; this is a different Samantha Puckett.
"You can't just expect me and the twins to accept you into our lives so easily. I've never told them who their father is! How do you think I'm going to explain to them you're their biological father? You just appeared out of nowhere for them! They don't have memories to look back to and see how much you love them, all you've done for them," Sam was heaving. Her hands were shaking as she spoke. Tears glittered at the corners of her eyes as the tip of her nose turned pink.
Freddie stood up and grabbed her shoulders. The hug he pulled her in was strong. Sam tried to pull away, but her body felt weak against his. She fought the tears spilling out of her eyes as he held her. "It's okay, Sam. You don't have to do it alone anymore. Let me create new memories with them and you."
Between the silent tears, she breathed. "It's not okay. I try not to regret anything after the twins, but you coming back shouldn't make my decision as hard as it is."
Freddie pressed his lips softly against her forehead. "I don't understand why you're making this harder than it should be, Sammy." He gently whispered in her ear. Sam nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. Freddie buried his face in her hair. Pressing his lips against the tip of her ear, she sighed.
He pushed her hair off her shoulder and moved his lips softly on her neck, pressing harder on the base. Sucking on the hollow of her neck, she inhaled sharply. He smirked against her skin, tasting the sweet aroma of her baking skills off her delicate white skin. He noticed she seemed to hold this healthy golden glow when they went outside in the hot L.A. sun. Pressing his lips up and down her skin now made his own cheeks radiate and share the glow she embodied.
Sam continued to run her hands through his scalp, tugging and brushing his hair in soothing circles. She missed the way she could feel his lips quiver and stretch when he smirked against her skin, the smell of his shampoo drowning out any other scents in their vicinity; she was engulfed in his essence completely. Her mind wandered in unforgiving circles and loops as she tried to focus on the way his hands roamed her back, cupping the underside of her ass and gently weaving. She felt his strong hands slightly lift her off the ground, pushing their bodies together, chest to chest. She fought the urge to wrap her legs around his waist, centers touching. The heat radiated off of their bodies and fogged up the room.
Freddie moved his lips to the curve of her ear. Tugging on her lobe, Sam let out a shaky breath. He almost didn't hear it. "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask, Sammy," the whisper was husky and hot in her ear. She nodded her head and captured his lips with her own.
"Never," she breathed between kisses; her kisses were erratic against his lips. She was quickly running out of breath, he could tell. He lifted a leg so she could wrap it around his waist as she jumped up and smiled as he held her against him. She had her legs wrapped around him as he took the couple of steps towards the kitchen table and sat her down. Brushing her hair away from her face with a gentle caress, he smiled. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the position they were in and the activity they had been entertained with.
Freddie took her face in his hands and stared into her blue eyes. "Never have I stopped loving you; in the five years of your absence, with you having my children, you maturing and acting different, even when you tried everything you could to push me away, you and I both know we have a connection far deeper than either one of us is likely to admit. I don't know how you feel about us but I want you to know, with all of these complications in both of our lives, I will always love you, as a friend, the mother of my children, and if you ever let me, something more."
Her lips quivered as he spoke. Silent tears rolled down her face, tasting the saltiness against the corner of her lips. Brushing them away, she let out a choked laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck, concealing her face in his neck. "No matter what I do, your very existence is constantly in my dreams and in the quirks both of your children I have. No matter what you decide, you can always come and see them. I trust you to be responsible with the decision of keeping their trust and promises to them. I want you to enjoy them as much as I have enjoyed them."
Freddie kissed her temple. "I'm renting out an apartment two blocks from here."
Sam whipped her face up. "What?"
Freddie chuckled. "I left Sierra. After meeting the twins, they wouldn't get out of my head. Those two were invading my personal every day thoughts. I couldn't get rid of the little buggers."
Sam laughed. "So you've decided to stay after all. Is this what this all about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Now that you've met them, the real responsibility begins, Fredward. You can't return them after a couple of days."
"The apartment has two rooms; once I can get everything settled in the way I want to, I can have a room set up for them," His dazzling smile blinded her.
"And what about me?" she joked.
"Well seeing as how I have a job interview with a very important company in L.A. next week, I was wondering if the lovely mother of my children would like to go out some evening with me. My bed's always got room for one more," he said cheekily.
Sam gently swatted his arm. "Smart ass."
Kissing her lips soundly, he ground into her. Her back arched into his chest, reveling in the touch. The clocked chimed in the kitchen, signaling for the new hour. She jumped from the noise, Freddie quietly laughing at her.
Looking at the time, she quickly gasped. "We have to go pick up the twins. They'll be waiting for me when school lets out."
"I'll come with you." Freddie suggested, letting her down from the table gently.
Sam laughed. "You might want to do something about that thing in your pants first, before anyone questions it."
"Only if you help me out."
"Freddie we have to be standing outside the school in thirty minutes," Sam gently scolded.
"Sam, we don't need thirty minutes. Besides," he sharply slapped her ass. She squealed in delight and surprise, "I only need half that time to make you come twice."
Sam rested her forehead against his. "Try me."
Freddie sucked on the hollow of her neck in one swoop, she moaned loudly. Kneading her boobs through her thin shirt, she arched into his hands. Kissing her neck, he nipped her skin, leaving light pink traces of his lips. She ran her hands across his broad chest, lifting his shirt and tracing his skin with her nails. Lifting her back on the table top, she giggled. His hands rested on her waist. He rubbed soft circles, lifting her shirt up and skimming his thumbs across her indulgent skin. Sam hummed with a smile on her lips from his fingers. A shiver ran through her spine from his touch.
"Mm, Freddie," She breathed out. Freddie smirked at her reaction from his simple touch. Pressing his lips against her, he felt it; that spark that electrified his very being every time they kissed. It spread from his core throughout every nerve in his body and tickled his senses. He ravished her lips, drank her taste in completely; watermelon lip gloss.
"Sam, can I?" He was out of breath from one kiss. Sam nodded and she felt his fingers lift her shirt up even higher and slip it off of her. Her light pink bra stood out against her skin with the delicate white lace against the edges of the trim. Freddie's fingers continued their light embrace against her skin. Sam gripped her fingers into tight fists on the table. She didn't know what to hold on to. With Freddie being so intimate and both of them being completely sober, there was no excuse to their repercussions if they continued.
"Let's make the playing field even, Benson," Sam whispered between breaths as he continued to kiss her. She pulled his shirt off with one swift motion and began playing with the contours of his muscles; between the curves and dips of each one. Sam heard herself sigh with content; slightly embarrassed at the sound that escaped her lips.
"Don't be embarrassed, Sam. I love the noises you make; each and every one," Freddie smiled at her. Sam smirked at him.
"You sure about that?" She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her core. He groaned loudly as she sharply gasped at the friction.
He didn't miss the gasp, "I'm sure." Smirking Freddie unbuttoned Sam's shorts with a slow tease of his fingers against her skin. He helped Sam lift herself off the table and slip her shorts off her ass. The way she untangled her legs from his waist and elegantly lifted them straight up to completely remove her shorts had Freddie controlling his breathing. Her legs rested on his chest as she lay on the table, her blonde curls creating a halo around her lust filled face. She hummed loudly as Freddie began to kiss her thighs. Her back arched when he curved to the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her hot center. She could feel herself throb; craving his touch.
Freddie couldn't believe she would lay on the table like that for him. She looked incredibly sexy. There was one thing he could never resist touching and those were her legs. She was never the tallest girl from their school, but she always had the best legs. He knew her weak spot; the curve of the inside of her thighs. Freddie knew that if he kissed her there in the softest ways possible, she could scream out. Lifting Sam slightly, he pulled her pink laced panties off and onto the floor.
Sam spread her legs back to wrap themselves around his waist. The cool of the table against her white hot skin felt graceful. She lifted her body up and rested on her elbows. With a pout, she cocked her head to the side, "Freddie, you still have your pants on."
Freddie chuckled at her reaction. Freddie knew Sam's pouts were no match for Freddie. Unbuckling his belt, he could feel the freedom that came with releasing himself from his pants, along with his boxers. Freddie stepped out of the pool of clothes surrounding his ankles. Running a hand down his chest and sitting up completely, Sam smirked, "There, that's better."
Freddie kissed Sam soundly on her plump lips. Resting their foreheads together, Freddie whispered huskily, "Most definitely." Freddie reached around Sam's back with one hand and snapped her bra off in one swoop. Sam gasped and caught her bra.
Looking at him incredulously, she gasped out, "Where did you learn that trick from?"
Freddie smirked, "You've been gone for five years, Sammy. I learned a lot in college."
Sam's eyes danced with lust and amusement. "Well college boy, I could always learn a new lesson, or two." Sam discarded the bra a few seconds later.
"I could be of service to you," Freddie joked as Sam sat up straighter and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him. Freddie felt Sam's hands find his throbbing cock and run her thumb across the tip. Freddie groaned into the kiss as her small hands wrapped themselves around his thickness and pumped slowly. His hands ran up and down her sides and around her lower back. Her ass; that was the other thing he loved about her. Curving around her waist, he began to knead the top skin leading to the rest of her ass. Sam smirked into the kiss. Dragging him down, Sam lay on her back against the table once more.
"Fuck me, Freddie," She whispered between kisses. He didn't need to be told twice. Lining himself up, Sam braced herself for his whole thickness to enter her. She arched into his skin when he was all the way inside. "Fuck, Freddie."
"Feels different sober, doesn't it, Sammy?" Freddie groaned out as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. She moaned loudly at his slow pace.
"I thought I asked you to fuck me?" Sam demanded.
"I don't think you're ready for all of me at my pace," Freddie joked.
Clenching her walls around him, Freddie gasped sharply. "I said fuck me, Freddie."
Releasing him, Freddie gladly picked up his pace. Sam ran her hands through his scalp, moaning in intervals as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. Sam's legs were slowly losing their grip around his waist. Freddie lifted his body off of her and grabbed her legs, straightening them out as he held them parallel to him as he continued to pound into her. Sam had nothing to grab on to as she felt her walls begin to quiver. Clutching onto the edge of the table, she cried out, "Just…like…that…aaahh…when the fuck…did you learn….this angle…Benson."
"College does wonders…to a boy who's been sheltered…his entire life…beautiful," Freddie grunted as he continued to pound into Sam. Freddie pulled Sam's thighs and let them hang on his shoulders as he grabbed her waist and lifted her body up at an angle. He watched her soft face glisten with sweat and scrunch with each new thrust. Her boobs bounced hard against her indulgent pale skin, Sam tried to claw at his arms that were helping her stay lifted at this new angle.
Sam had never felt anything like this; it was addictive. She knew she would crave it once more after their activity would end. Her responsibilities lingered in the back of her head as she felt his thickness touch every curve of her insides; each ridge slide against one another. The high pitched sound of flesh meeting flesh surrounding the air in the room. Sam always enjoyed having sex with Freddie, even if she never did say it out loud. He was her first; first kiss, first time, first father of her children.
As her walls contracted and clenched around him, Sam dug her nails into forearms; her toes curled. She was ablaze. Every nerve in her body buzzed. Her eyes were shut tightly, they hurt when she relaxed. Sam had screamed something out, or else Freddie wouldn't be looking at her like that; an inquisitive look. He had finished with her, another reason why her body felt on fire.
"Did you mean that, Sammy?" Shit, what did she say? Amidst the throws of passion, did something slip out through her swollen lips that Sam hadn't realized?
"What do you mean, Freddie?" Sam questioned him, catching her breath. She had a funny feeling she said something in the light of passion and lust.
Freddie leaned down and gently caressed her face within his hands. Kissing her lips gently, he whispered, "You told me you loved me. Did you mean it?"
Shit, she was right. Sam's face glowed with the after effects of their actions, but also with the new detail of her loose tongue. Swallowing everything imaginable, Sam kissed Freddie soundly. "Freddie, you've always been my first. Why wouldn't I love you?"
Freddie laughed. "Maybe because I have better sex positions to try out with you now."
Sam laughed along with him, "How's about that date first and I'll let you know if I still love you then?"
Freddie kissed her cheek lovingly, "Only if I get to walk with you to pick up the twins."
"Deal. Now help me up from the table. I'm afraid my legs might give out right now."
Freddie chuckled, "So I hear no complaints then?"
Sam slapped his cheek jokingly, "You will if you don't help me up. I don't want to hear any big headedness from you just because that was great sober sex."
"We do have a knack at having sex while piss drunk, don't we?" Freddie held Sam by her slim hips. He slid out of her with a groan. Her walls twitched around him. With gentle hands, Freddie lowered Sam back on her feet. With a broad smile, he leaned down and kissed her cheek once more.
"Why are you so affectionate after sex?" Sam giggled.
"Well you're never there after the action to see the reaction, Sammy."
"Shut up and help me find my panties, dork."
"Souvenir?"
Sam shoved Freddie playfully. "Can you just help me find my panties?"
Freddie smirked and kissed her rosy cheek. Digging in his pocket, he slipped her panties in her hand. Sam laughed as her body shook. "Why were they in your pocket?"
"I'm telling you, they were my souvenir."
"Haha, no they're mine," Sam's cheeks increased in hue as she slipped her panties on. Freddie pulled his boxers and pants back up to rest on his waist and fastened his belt. Sam was pulling her shirt over her adjusted bra when she felt eyes watching her. Turning, Sam nestled a hand on her hip and popped it out.
"What are you staring at, Freddie?"
"You. You are so beautiful, Samantha Puckett. You don't even realize how beautiful you are. Can you just stay in those clothes the way you are right now?" Freddie smiled.
Sam looked at her feet and wiggled her toes. "You're just saying that because we just had sex and I still don't have my pants on. I have to go pick up the twins in…oh shit, we're going to have to run if you still want to come with me. I'm serious, Freddie. Throw your shirt on. Can you throw me my other flip flop, please?"
Freddie was frantic. Trying to find his other shoe, he turned and watched Sam. Her hair was a mess, her eye liner smudged and her shirt was sideways. Walking up to her, she was trying to slide her foot in the flip flop; he tucked his hand on her jaw and caressed her cheek with his thumb. Sam paused and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers on her gentle skin.
"Freddie, we have to go. Come on," Sam smiled at him as she grabbed his hand from her face and interlocked their fingers. Locking the apartment, they walked the couple of blocks towards the public school.
Sam's smile never faltered. Her heart felt full. This is what it felt like to hold his hand in public without shame. She had almost forgotten how it felt; divine. Freddie held his head up high. He has her and this time, he doesn't want to let her go over something stupid. As much as they argue and come to disagreements, he loves her; always has, always will.
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"Sam, what the fuck?" Melanie screeched. It was rare that the high ponytailed blonde cursed in front of the twins. However, the current five year olds were not yet home. Melanie had come from class to find the entire table cleared of any objects, bills and envelopes on the floor, the chairs askew, and the center piece in the middle of a chair. The blonde put her bag near the door and entered the messy apartment. Her blue eyes glanced at the clock; Sam should be home with the twins from school.
Pulling her phone out, the click of the door was heard behind her. Turning, Melanie was furious to see a laughing Sam and Freddie walking in, interlaced fingers and the twins skipping inside. Freddie threw his arm around Sam's waist and dug his fingers in her side, tickling her slightly.
"Freddie, stop!" Sam giggled. Charlie and Topher ran straight to Melanie, broad smiles on their small faces.
Kneeling down, Melanie softened her expression, "Hi you two. What are Freddie and your Momma doing?"
Topher shrugged his shoulders, "I think they're doing what people do in the movies that you and Momma watch, the ones where the people like to wrestle in bed and you say we can't watch."
Melanie tried to hold her laughter in. Charlie crossed her arms in agreement. "Freddie is nice to Momma. I like him."
Melanie smiled to both of them. "Me too." Standing up, Melanie went towards the refrigerator. "I'll warm up the milk so you two can take your nap. Go put your stuff away and it should be ready when you come back. I need to talk to your Momma and Freddie, okay?" The two nodded and raced down the narrow hallway in the small apartment.
Fixing two glasses of milk and putting them in the microwave, Melanie made her way towards the couple playing on the couch.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Melanie asked seriously, trying to mask a smile at the couple.
Freddie was underneath Sam's body. His arms were wrapped around her body, protectively. Sam had her head buried in the crook of his neck and her arms playing with Freddie's locks. Sam had a leg interlaced with one of Freddie's with the other two legs laying side by side on the edge of the couch. Freddie's fingers playing with the hem of Sam's shirt. Raising her head, Sam sheepishly grinned at Melanie.
Gnawing on her swollen bottom lip, Sam parted her lips to speak. "We have some things to talk about, Melanie."
"How would you feel to have your own apartment?" Freddie asked.
Both girls stared at him. "When did you guys decide that?" Melanie gawked.
Sam sat up, sitting in Freddie's lap. "We haven't made a decision about living together yet, but we want to give it a try, again. Well we want to give the relationship another try that is."
Melanie smiled at them. Freddie sat up and began to play with a strand of Sam's curls with his fingers as she sat content in his lap. They were both avoiding eye contact with Melanie. "I'm glad."
Swiveling her head, the blonde locks lightly slapping Freddie in the face, Sam stared incredulously at her twin. "What?"
Melanie laughed. "I said I'm glad. Why should I not be? Those two deserve to have a chance to know their father and it will be good for you too, Sam."
Freddie's body shook with laughter. Sam turned to glare at him and lightly slapped his arm that had made its way around waist again. "Don't you dare laugh at that, Benson."
"It's amusing, Sam," Freddie's eyes glimmer with mischief.
Crossing her arms, Melanie chuckled. "Did you tell him, Sam?"
Sam's eyes widened. "Don't you dare, Melanie!"
Freddie glanced between the two. "Tell me what?"
Sam groaned and Melanie laughed, full of amusement. "Should I know something important?" Freddie cocked his head to the side. Melanie shook her hands at Sam's pleading expression. Without exchanging words, Sam sighed in defeat.
"They have your last name," Sam played with her fingers.
"You mean…Charlie and Topher have my last name? MY LAST NAME?" Freddie smiled at Sam. Sam only nodded, a blush creeping up her face.
"Charlene Benson and Christopher Benson," Sam breathed out.
Freddie caressed her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her hot skin. "I love you, Samantha Puckett."
"So, both of you are in this? Completely invested, because it's not just you two this time, there are the twins now as well," Melanie crossed her arms against her chest. She was trying to reason with them, as much as she wanted to watch them together.
Sam turned to look into Freddie's eyes. "I'm ready, if you are, Freduccinie."
Freddie grinned, "I'm ready as I'll ever be, Princess Puckett."
Originally, this had a completely different ending to it, but I didn't like it. So, I decided to rewrite the whole chapter and start from scratch to a point where I was happy with it. I can be pretty bad at wrapping things up, but I'll leave that up to you guys in your wonderful reviews. I want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, alerted, favorited, and anything else I forgot. You guys have been the best! And no, I don't plan on making a sequel. Until next time!