WARNING:THIS IS RATED M BECAUSE IT WAS MY B-DAY AND I FELT LIKE WRITING IT!!
Of babies and sparkly things
"You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do."
-Everything, Michael Buble
A/N: I was actually going to do a sad chap. and decided to be nice LOL!
It felt like hours that they sat there quietly. Neither of them speaking a word, hearts pounding in their chest and a mountain of hopes and expectations and reservations weighing them down. It was amazing what went through your mind at a time like that. Waiting on news that would affect your entire life and the lives of those around you. Wondering just how in the hell you could take care of something so dependant on you when there were days that you could barely take care of yourself. If you could handle the years of responsibility that lay ahead of you when there were times you couldn't hold yourself accountable for your own actions, never mind someone elses. And there were those whimsical thoughts of what your child would be like, what they would look like or who'd they'd grow up to be. The things that you would teach them and do with them as they grew up. Getting your hopes up. And then praying to God that they didn't get dashed and break your heart.
Flack checked his watch. Cleared his throat. "You wanna look at it or you want me to do it?" he asked, feeling her trembling against him.
"I can't do it!" she squeezed her eyes shut. "I can't... you do it...I'm a wimp!"
He dropped the arm he had around her slender body and leaned forward and grabbed the test off of the sink ledge. There were two pink lines. Not that that meant anything to him. He'd never seen one of these before, never mind have to sit through one. He picked up the box that sat nearby and flipped it over to read the simple instructions.
Sam's eyes were glued shut. She was holding on to his thigh so hard he could feel her nails digging into the skin through his pants. The tips of her ears and her cheeks were going beat red, a sure sign of nervousness. "What does it say?" she asked, his prolonged silence making the situation even worse.
Carmen had prepared him for that exact moment, but when his brain caught up to what he had just read, a huge wave of shock and realization came over him. And he felt numb from head to toe.
"What does it say?" Sam asked again, near tears, fright and nervousness taking over.
He didn't even know if he could form words, let alone speak them. But he gave it his best shot. "It says that we're having a baby."
Her eyes snapped open. "What? Are you sure?"
"I've looked at it about ten times. That's what it says."
"Maybe you read it wrong." she said.
"Then you look at it." he told her and held it out.
She took both the test and the box in trembling hands. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly and with his elbows on his knees, put his face in his hands and attempted to compose himself.
"Oh fuck!" she suddenly exclaimed.
It was such an unexpected, unbridled reaction that Flack couldn't help but laugh. It was not the most appropriate situation to laugh at, but his nerves just wouldn't let him get away without a little bit of humor.
"That's what got us to this point." he said
She frowned.
"Sorry... not the time for sarcasm." he removed his face from his hands and sat up and rubbed the small of her back soothingly.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice quiet, tears spilling down her pale cheeks, staring down at the test in her hands.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, grabbing the face cloth to wipe away her tears.
"I asked first." she retorted. Mentally preparing herself for what she suspected he'd say next. He doesn't want this, she thought. This is way too soon and he's going to realize what a mistake he's made, that he's not ready for a family and I'll be raising this baby on my own.
"I wanna keep it." he told her.
She sniffled noisily and looked at him. "You do?"
He nodded. "It happened a lot earlier than I expected it to, but you know that I wanted you to be the mother of my children. I told you that"
"We didn't plan this, Don. This is like a big ooops."
"In a way." he admitted. "But I know we can do it."
"What are we going to tell people? And my father! Oh my God, my father!! He's going to come down here and kill you! A baby without being married! He'll kill both of us!"
"Calm down, sweetie. Don't get worked up." he rubbed her back, pushed hair behind her ear.
"It wasn't suppose to happen like this!" she practically sobbed. "It shouldn't have been an accident!"
"I know we didn't plan it, but come on, Sam. It's our baby you're talking about."
"I know! But not like this! People will say, boy, did those two fuck up. Because you know that people are going to talk, Don. And they'll talk like it's a bad thing and how it was an accident."
"What the hell does that matter? It's our baby. It's not a fucked up thing. It's a beautiful, amazing thing. And the people that matter to us, will love and cherish this baby just the way we do."
"But what about your family? What will they say?"
"Samantha, this is between me and you and our baby. You can't seriously be thinking about terminating our child because you're afraid of what people are going to say?"
"What? No. I would never do that. Ever. This is the miracle of life. I'm just worried about what they'll say about us and the baby. And your parents! What will your parents say?"
"My parents don't matter." he told her. "They're not part of my life. You're my life. And now so is our baby. That's what I care about."
"You really want this, Donnie? Can you look me in the eye and tell me you want this? 'Cause if you don't, I'll understand and I'll take care of the baby on my own. I don't even expect you to pay support or..."
He took her face in his hands, stared into her eyes. "Samantha, I really want this. So bad it hurts."
"This is a huge, huge, step, Donnie."
"I know. But we'll be fine."
"But where will we live? I just signed a lease with Carmen! "
"Calm down, sweetie. Don't be givin' my kid high blood pressure. I've already organized things. I'll move in to the new place with you and Carmen and when Carmen moves in with Speed, we have her room for the baby."
Sam frowned. "Does she know you're kicking her out? And who says she's moving in with Speed?"
"This was actually her idea."
"You're brave. Moving in with two women and all the women issues we bring."
"She'll be moving out sooner than you think. Before the wedding."
"Wedding? Whose wedding?"
Flack frowned. "She didn't call you?"
"Call me about what? This is the most confusing half hour of my life."
"I guess Speed popped the question is some weird, obscure way. Then he called me and asked me to go ring shopping with him."
"Jesus, what is going on over at that lab? Some crazy shit if you ask me."
"Must be in the air." Flack said, and got up to get her a drink of water. "You okay?" he asked, handing her the cup.
She nodded. "I'm processing it. I'll be fine. You okay?"
"Yeah...I am."
She smiled and he touched her face softly.
"I have something I need to ask you." Flack said.
"Is it bad?" she asked cautiously.
"No. It's not bad." he assured her and pulled the box out of his pocket.
She stared at him as he got down on his knee in front of her. "What are you doing?" she asked, feeling tears well in her eyes again at the sight of that box in his hand.
"Samantha," he took one of her hands in his. "From the moment I met you outside the lab that day, I knew you were the woman I was meant to be with. I love you. There are no words that can describe how much. And I'll love you for forever. And I'm not good at this sort of thing so I'll just come right out and ask. Will you marry me?"
"Are you serious?" she choked on emotion.
"I have never been more serious in my life. And before you ask, I was going to buy this and ask before Carmen even told me she thought you were pregnant."
"Carmen? What does she have to do with this? She knows? That you were going to ask?"
"I asked her to come with me to pick out a ring. I told her how sick you were and she was the one who said you might be pregnant."
"You two are sneaky little bastards." she laughed. "I can't believe your proposing in the bathroom."
"Good as time as any, I figure. Is that a yes?"
"Ask me again and we'll see." she teased.
"Samantha Ross, will you marry me?"
She sighed dramatically. "I guess..."
"You guess? Thanks."
"Joking. Just joking." she leaned forward and kissed him deeply. "Yes." she said. "Of course I'll marry you."
He smiled, kissed her softly and slipped the ring onto her finger. "You like it?" he asked.
"I love it, it's beautiful. How'd you ever afford something like this?"
"My little secret." he said. "And yes, it was legal."
"A hundred percent?"
He nodded. "What? You think I robbed a bank? Or the store itself? You sure you like it? 'Cause we can take it back and get you something else if you don't. They've got lots and..."
She silenced him with a lingering, sizzling kiss. "I love it." she assured him. "And you know what else I would love? If you were to take me in that bedroom and we celebrate our baby and getting engaged. That would be the perfect ending to all of this."
He smiled. "Think so?"
She nodded. "I more than think so."
He stood up. "You want me to carry you cave man or Rhett Butler?"
"Rhett Butler. I'm in the mood for some romance."
"Baby," he said, scooping her up effortlessly. "I'm your man."
They were kneeling on the bed, lips and tongues locked together in hungry passion. Her hands yanked his shirt out of the waist of his pants and her fingers set to work on frantically undoing the buttons. He broke out of the kiss only long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it aside, his hands on her ass, pulling her tight against him to feel his growing desire. She ran her hands along his smooth, strong arms, from the wrists all the way to his broad shoulders, her nails lightly scraping along the back of his neck and into his shorn hair, pressing her body into his as she kissed him even deeper, more demanding.
Her hands travelled down again, to his waist, then slipped under the hem of his wife beater and trailed over the muscles in his back before coming back down and around to reach for the buckle on his belt.There was something so erotic to her about the simple act of undoing a man's belt. Something she'd never experienced or discovered until him. There was a lot she'd never experienced or discovered until him, actually. Like how it was okay to just loose yourself in the moment and be completely uninhabited without worrying about embarrasing herself. Zack had always made her feel as if there was something dirty and wrong with her if she enjoyed it or if she dared asked him to do certain things. With Don, she didn't have to ask. He just did it. Unselfishly and attentively.
She undid his belt, snapped open the button and slid down the zipper. Her hand slipped inside both his pants and his boxers and felt and heard him moan into her mouth when she stroked him firmly with her soft hands, bringing him quickly to a full erection. She slid her hands up over his stomach and under the wife beater, feeling the strong muscle of his chest under her eager fingertips.
He peeled the t-shirt off of her and tossed it aside, his lips on her neck as he reached around her slender, supple body to unclasp the back of her bra. Pushing the straps off of her shoulders he covered every inch of her tender, silky skin with his warm lips. He let the bra fall to the bed and slipped her hands down the back of her jogging pants to squeeze and caress the bare skin of her ass. She moaned at the feel of those strong, knowing hands on her aching, trembling body, then found herself pushed gently onto her back in the middle of the bed. On his knees, he pulled her pants and underwear off, letting them fall to the ground, then ran his fingertips from the tops of her feet all the way to her lips. Goosebumps quickly appeared on her pale skin. She was breathing heavily, her nipples painfully erect. His fingers lightly trailed over her breasts, drawing a teasing circle around each nipple until she whimpered and arched off the bed, pressing her breast into his hand. All this time he watched her face. Her eyes closed, soft, full lips slightly open. He moved up the bed, lightly cupped her small chin in his hand and kissed her softly.
Samantha reached for him but he moved away again, down her body. Crying out softly as he licked slowly around the nipple of one breast before taking it into his mouth and suckling firmly at it. She gasped and arched. Panting as he repeated the process with her other breast, before his lips travelled lower, pressing soft feathery kisses on her quivering body. He licked and sucked at her navel before kissing his way across her lower stomach. Where their baby was. His baby. No words could describe the love and pride he felt for her at that thought. That somewhere in her, thriving and growing was a child he had helped create. That they had made together and would raised together. Love together.
She was thinking the same thoughts. Saw the tenderness and adoration he had in his eyes for her as he looked up at her, and she smiled and touched his face softly. Overwhelmed the force of love that she felt for him, made even stronger at the thought of him being the father of her child. And her future husband.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. Then bit her lip and closed her eyes when those soft, warm lips drifted even lower. Opening her legs to gentle pressure from his hands, sighing as he kissed his way from the back of her knee to her thigh, the felt the tip of his tongue graze her clit. She cried out at the sensation and arched her back. Flack put his hand on her hip to hold her where she was. She moaned as he licked slowly along her clit at first, then quicker and harder, slipping a finger inside of her warm, moist entrance, thrusting it in and out slowly,gently. Then curving the finger up and back to find her g-spot and pressing on it and firmly, stroking it almost roughly while he tongue continued to lap and suck at her, then flicking his tongue against her sensitive clit. She came hard, crying out helplessly, her entire body spasming.
He burrowed his face deeper into her, his free hand slipping between her and the matress to squeeze and rub her ass as he continued to lick and finger her. Another wave slowly began building inside of her. Before him, she'd never orgasmed more than once. Sometimes she never did at all. With him, she realized she could. And how easily it sometimes happened. The surge hit her hard as he brought her to climax again, tears streaming down her face at the sheer ecstasy of it. She felt a cool rush of air as his head moved from between her thighs. Her scent on his lips as he came up to kiss her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, alarmed at the sight of the tears. "Shhh...don't cry, baby...you want me to stop?"
She shook her head. "I'm okay." she assured him. Just... everything... happening at once...it's a little overwhelming, that's all."
"I love you." he said simply, kissing her.
"I love you, too. And I want you to make love to me. I need you to make love to me."
He kissed her again, then sat back on his heels and grabbed her by the ass and pulled her towards him, holding her steadily as he slipped inside of her slowly. Her eyes closed, her body trembled, her hands grasped the blankets beneath her. His thrust were slow yet deliberate and hard, pulling almost fully out before sliding back in again and filling her up completely. While her eyes were closed, his were open, watching her face, the way the pleasure was affecting her. He caressed her ass with one hand and stroked her clit with the other. Until she was panting and moaning and he knew she was very close again. He watched her. The look of pleasure on her face and knowing he was doing that for her a complete turn on.
"Samantha..." his voice was raspy, breathing laboured. "Samantha...open your eyes...look at me."
Her eyes flickered open and focused on his.
"You're so beautiful." he said. "I love you so much...forever...you're mine forever."
Those words sent her over the edge and she came powerfully, screaming his name, clutching the blankets beneath her, her entire body spasming underneath him. He grabbed her ass in both hands, watching her while she came. The clenching of her inner muscles bringing him closer and closer. After a few strong thrusts he came hot and relentlessly deep inside of her, her name on his lips. Her body relaxed completely, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed once again, hands resting on her stomach. His hear pounded in his chest, thundered in his ears. His body was drenched in sweat.
Flack waited until he had composed himself before letting go of her ass and pulling out of her slowly. He leaned over to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, pulling him down on top of her. He had just the right amount of brain cells left to put his hand down on the bed to spare her his weight.
She stared at him, a frown on her face.
"The baby." he said simply. He didn't want to take any chances of having anything bad happen. That included crushing her tiny frame with his much bigger one. He kisses her softly them rolled over onto his back.
Sam shivered in the chill of open window. She gathered up the comforter and draped it over them as she lay back down on her side, snuggled close to him, her head on his chest and her hand on his stomach. "You're not going to be one of those, are you?" she asked.
"One of those what?" he replied, stroking her hair and her back with one hand, the finger tips of the other drifting up and down her arm.
"One of those expectant fathers that worry constantly and won't let the woman do anything." she told him. "Treat me like a china doll and touch and talk to my belly all the time."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "And if I am?" he asked.
"You are, aren't you!" she raised her head to grin at him. "You are going to be the type that puts your ear on my stomach to listen to the baby and rub my stomach constantly like it's a magic eight ball and carry on conversations with a fetus."
His smile grew bigger. "Is that so wrong?"
"You're such a woman!" she teased and he pulled her into him for a kiss. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked at him for what seemed like an eternity.
"What?" he asked. "I can't help it. I'm excited."
"You're really happy aren't you." she said.
He nodded. Tears sparkled in his beautiful blue eyes.
She kissed him and nuzzled his cheek with her nose.
"First time in a long time I'm truly happy." he said. "Where I have something to look forward to. I mean, I'm going to be someones husband. I'm going to be someones father."
"Are you scared?" she asked.
"Shitless." he replied without hesitation. "You?"
She nodded, absentmindedly playing with the chain around his neck. "I know nothing about taking care of a baby." she admitted. "I love kids, don't get me wrong. But I have zero baby experience. Do you? Know anything about babies?"
"I know they eat, sleep and shit a lot." he said.
"You're not a baby. What's your excuse?" she teased.
"Funny." he smirked. "Honestly, I don't know the first thing about changing a shitty diaper or feeding a bottle to a kid."
"Me either. We're a great pair. Poor kid. Doesn't stand a chance."
"There's gotta be books, right? How to guides and stuff."
She giggled. "Don, I don't think they make a Baby Instructions for Dummies."
"There's gotta be something that teaches you the basics. A book or DVD. Web site even. What about classes? Parenting classes. I'm pretty sure I saw a flyer once at the Y talking about parenting classes. We could always go to those."
"And pre-natal classes." Sam added.
"What are those about?"
"Step by step through the later stages of the pregnancy. And the labour. Breathing techniques, labor positions, pain management, what do expect in the delivery room. Stuff like that."
"I don't even want to think about that. That scares me the most. Seeing that." he shuddered at the thought.
"You are so not bailing on me and leaving me alone while I'm in labor!"
"I'm sure Carmen would go in with you." he said.
"I'm sure she would. But you're the father and it was your sperm that planned a role in getting me in this condition so you're going to be there."
"I hear it's really gross." he said with a frown.
"Donnie you work around dead bodies every day." she reminded him.
"This is different. I bet you it's worse than a body in full de-comp."
"I doubt it's that bad. And where are we going to find time to go to all these classes?"
"We make time." he said matter of factly. "And now that I'm thinking about it, I don't want you taking any more of those meds you've been on since the attack. We go to the doctor and ask before you take anything else. Okay? When were you suppose to go and see her?"
"Friday. Elevan thirty. I'll have to call her tomorrow and tell her the reason for the visit is changed."
"I'll pick you up at the lab at eleven." he said.
"You're going to come with me?" she sounded genuinely touched.
"Why wouldn't I? Like you keep telling me, I am the father."
"Yes," she said and kissed him. "You are."
"But those meds? Please don't take anymore. What you've already taken could be enough to cause issues with you or the baby. I don't want there being any problems."
"Neither do I." she said and rested her head on his chest.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Are we going to tell people?" she asked.
"About which? Being engaged or having a baby?"
"Both."
"Something tells me they'll notice the ring on your finger." he said.
"True." she held up her left hand and turned it every which way and watched the diamonds sparkle.
"And I think we should wait before telling them about the baby. 'Til we talk to the doctor and make sure everything's okay. We can tell Carmen and Tim. Carmen won't leave us alone until we do tell her. And we can trust them not to say anything."
"And our families? I'll call my mom and dad after we see the doctor. What about you?"
He sighed heavily.
"You have to tell them, Donnie. This is a big thing. You're getting married and becoming a father. They're going to be grandparents."
"They don't deserve to be."
"That's besides the point. Don't you think they should at least meet me? And me them? And your brother."
"Samantha..."
"I'm going to be their daughter and sister in law," she reasoned. "I'm pregnant with their grandchild and niece or nephew."
"I know, sweetie. And you're right. They should meet you. I just need some time to digest all of this before I tell them and take you over there. All right?"
"Before we're married or the baby is born." she told him.
"I figured that much. And that's another thing. You wanna get married before or after the baby comes?"
"Before. Definitely before. Unless you want the kid having the last name Ross."
"Uh...no. Personally, I wanna be married by the end of the year."
"You do?"
He nodded. "That way I get a break when I file my income tax and get a bigger return."
"You're such an ass!" she scolded, but she was smiling.
"I'm joking. I just want to marry you, baby. I don't care where or how or when or whose there or not there."
"I like that idea. Being married before the new year. So I'm not too huge and I can still see my feet. You gonna tie my shoes for me when that happens? Rub my back when it gets sore and my ankles when they're all swollen? Run somewhere at two in the morning when I get a weird craving?"
"Short of actually carrying the baby and giving birth myself, I will do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Okay. I want a nice small, quiet wedding with only a few people there. Danny and Erica , Carmen, Tim and my brother. And I want it on Christmas Eve. I want you to call up one of those judges that are always so good to you with warrants and ask one of them to do it."
"I can do that. Like I said, I just want to marry you. You sure you don't want some big church thing and wear a white dress and have a huge reception?"
"Donnie, listen to yourself. I'm pregnant. Out of wedlock. A white dress in a church?"
"Good point. You know, we have sinned huge."
"We are definitely going to hell." she agreed.
"It's a crowded place. At least we won't be lonely." he pushed her over onto her back gently and leaned over her and kissed her. It didn't take long for things to get intense and heated. "Feel like sinning some more?" he asked.
"Why not?" she replied and shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the mattress above his head. "We can't possibly do anymore damage than's already been done."
"That's my girl." he said with a smile and then closed his eyes and groaned as she found his ear with her lips and tongue.
"Don't worry." she said, her lips on his collarbone. "I won't corrupt you too much."
Carmen tried Flack's cell phone for the tenth time in half an hour. Before that she'd called Sam's cell phone half a dozen times and the apartment phone at least five. All she got was no answer on the latter and voice mail on the other two. She was not impressed.
Speed grabbed her cell phone from her hand and shut it down before she attempted another call to any of the numbers. They were sitting on his couch, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying some quiet time. Just him, her, and her cell phone.
"They will call you when they feel like it." he assured her.
"I can't believe she hasn't called me yet!" Carmen huffed. "Flack was off three hours ago. She's obviously done the test by now."
"Maybe they don't have anything to tell you." Speed reasoned.
"Please. She is so pregnant."
"Well then maybe you should take the hint. They're busy."
"Doing what?"
Speed arched an eyebrow.
"Isn't that what got them in this predicament in the first place?" Carmen grumbled.
"Samantha or Flack will call you when they feel like that. Leave them alone."
Carmen crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "She should have called me." she said.
"She's busy." Speed stressed each word. Especially the last one.
"She can do that any time!"
"And she can call you anytime, too. Relax all ready and..." his words were cut off by the ringing of Carmen's cell phone.
"Gimme...gimme!" Carmen cried, motioning for him to hand it to her.
"You can't be serious." Speed said. "How old are you?"
"Give it to me!" she said and tore the phone out of his hands. "Devine." she answered.
"Why the hell have you been calling me so much?" Flack asked, clearly annoyed. "You stalking me or something?"
"Where's Sam?" she asked.
"She's sleeping."
"It's only eight o'clock!" Carmen exclaimed. "Wake her ass up!"
"She's tired, Carmen. The last three hours have been a little wild around here."
"I do not want to hear about your guys' crazy animal sex, okay? Tell me what happened."
"Well, we're getting married." he said.
"I told you she wouldn't say no! Congratulations, Flack."
"Thanks."
"And?"
"And what?" he asked.
"Don't be such a bastard. You know what!"
"Maybe Sam should tell you tomorrow." he suggested.
"What? No! You tell me! I won't be able to function if you don't tell me!"
"Just tell her!" Speed yelled. "So the world can start turning again."
Carmen elbowed him roughly in the stomach.
"You really want to know?" Flack asked.
"Don't do this." Carmen said.
"How bad do you want to know?"
"Flack, don't make me come over there and kill you." she warned.
"We only needed one test." he said.
"Okay. And?"
"And we're having a baby."
Carmen squealed so loud she nearly busted both Speed and Flack's ear drum. "Oh my God! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you guys!"
"What?" Flack asked. "I can't hear you now that I'm deaf."
"Jesus Christ woman!" Speed exclaimed, smacking the palm of his hand against his ear, trying to restore his hearing.
"Sorry!" she said. "I can't help it! That's fantastic news. I am so happy for you guys. Congratulations, Don. You must be so happy."
"It's growing on me." he said and she could tell he was smiling.
"She wakes up, you give her a big hug and a kiss for me." Carmen told him, tears welling in her eyes.
"I will." he said. "See ya tomorrow."
"See ya." Carmen hung up.
"Well?" Speed asked. "She got a bun in the oven or what?"
Carmen nodded. "Flack's so happy, Tim. You can hear it in his voice."
"Good. He deserves it."
"They both do. I think we should celebrate." she pushed the blanket off of her and stood up.
"Us? Why? We're not the pregnant ones."
She smiled and placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him as she straddled his lap. "Let's live vicariously through them." she suggested.
"That's a damn good idea." he agreed and grabbed her by the hips and turned and planted her on her back on the couch. "Best idea you've ever had." he declared and made short work of her jeans.
"Impatient are we?" she asked, as he peeled off her underwear.
"Let's see who the impatient one is in about ten minutes." he said and lowered his head between her thighs.
She moaned loudly and buried her fingers in his thick hair.
It only took five minutes.
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Aphina: Devine Intervention and What Ifs (collaboration with Madison Bellows)
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