No I don't know anything about golf lolll I just passed the golf course and saw a dad playing with his kids and thought of Rafe! I also got a lot into their back story, not a whole lot of golfing going on soooooo my bad and I still have no clue how to end a story lol.
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You sat in the golf cart as the sun beamed down on the beautiful green in front of you. Calling your daughter, Kali, over to put sunscreen on. The blonde 3 year old refused at first, but a nudge from her dad sent her your way.
Her pink visor provides most protection from the sun. Rubbing only some sunscreen on her nose and cheeks. Her nose crinkled at the cool lotion on her sun kissed skin.
Rafe watched the scene in front of him. His heart was swelling as he watched you talk to Kali while taking off her visor and fixing her hair. You hugged Kali, peppering her cheeks with kisses. Loud giggles filled the air as Rafe felt a grin forming on his lips.
When you put Kali down, she ran as fast as she could. Her small white golf club slowed her down. Refusing to leave the club with Rafe when you called her over. When Kali got to Rafe, she handed him the golf club, " 'S heavy dad." Rafe chuckled as he put the small club in his golf bag.
You leaned back, smiling at Rafe trying to teach Kali the basics as she nodded, trying her best to follow along. Watching as one of the most feared business men in all of Kildare struggle to teach his daughter how to swing her club.
Looking at them and wondering how you two got here. Countless fights, drug riddled nights, thinking Rafe wouldn’t make it home some nights. Holding him as he cried while going through withdrawals, secret texts from Topper and Kelce after some argument would lead Rafe to a party. The little baggie always finds a way into his hands. Taking a step away from your relationship with Rafe to see if he would finally admit he needed help or if he would give in again.
There were some parts in you that thought Rafe wasn’t going back to you. 6 months of silence from his side. You would reach out here and there with nothing in return. The only sign of hope were the flowers scheduled to be delivered every month. Only knowing he was still keeping up with the deliveries because the small card that always had “Love you” stopped being placed in the flowers. Topper, Kelce, Sarah and Wheezie would reassure you that Rafe was fine. Wheezie would throw in a few small hints that there was no one like you in his life at the moment.
6 months sober to the date when Rafe showed up on your doorstep with the flowers in hand and a soft smile on his face. Smiling as you wrapped your arms around him. Tears slowly formed as you caught a whiff of his cologne. Not wanting to let him go, “You scared me y’know?” muffled by his chest. Rafe sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, “I know, ‘m sorry baby.”
Agreeing to take it slow the first few months. Not wanting to put all your eggs in one basket is what you told people, knowing your words would get back to him. The thought of entertaining other people never even crossed your mind. Just wanting Rafe to think that you were still on the market. He never relapsed. Keeping his word and commitment to you and himself. Hitting 1 year sober when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend again.
Getting into the Cameron business and learning the ropes while also still finding time for you and balancing everything else in his life. Of course it wasn’t smooth sailing, bumps here and there but his loyalty and commitment to himself and you never faded. 3 years in and married when you found out you were pregnant with Kali. Another 3 years and here you were.
Watching as Rafe took his club and hit the ball straight down the green. Kali clapped and looked back to see if you were also clapping at her dad. After Rafe moved from the tee, Kali went and placed her pink ball where his white ball once was. Trying to hit the ball but hitting the grass multiple times instead. You and Rafe could see the frustration sneaking up on her as she huffed while missing again. You smiled as Rafe tried his best not to laugh at his daughter, continuing to miss the bright colored ball.
Fed up, Kali threw the club down, picked the small ball up and threw it in the direction her dads went. A loud giggle escaped you as you watched the scene in front of you. Rafe laughed as he watched Kali pick up her club with a smile on her face. Skipping over to where the two of you guys were seated in the golf cart. Looking up at him with bright blue eyes and asking if she did okay. Rafe nodded with a smile on his face, “You’re doing great sweetie.”
Kali smiled up at him as she asked you for some water. “Mama you see me throw the ball?” Smiling brightly at you as you handed her her “Bluey” water bottle. “Yes baby, you’re doing so good,” smiling at her as she handed you back her bottle. “Thank you mama.”
An hour later, Rafe tried his best to teach Kali how to properly hit the ball with her club until Kali got frustrated and threw her club and visor in the pond. Taking it as a sign to call it quits, loading up into the cart and going back to the club house. A sweaty and flushed Kali was seated between you two, rambling about how much fun she had while also fighting sleep.
Loading the cart on the trailer then putting Kali in her car seat and heading to get something to eat. Not even 5 minutes into the ride, looking back and seeing Kali's eyes starting to shut. You smiled at her while telling Rafe to look through the rearview mirror to see his mini me falling asleep.
“You really think she’s my mini me?” Rafe asked with a smile on his face. You looked at him as if he was kidding, “The blonde hair, the blue eyes? Throwing her club and visor in the pond isn’t enough proof she’s your mini?” You jokingly teased Rafe as he smiled. Rafe shrugged, “She’s just got big emotions,” You laughed at his words. Feeling his hand rest on your thigh, placing your hand on top of his. Lightly tracing the back on his hand with your fingers.
“I love you, you know that right,” You nodded at his words. Rafe waited until he came up on a stop light to lean over and place a light kiss on your lips.
You showered as Rafe gave Kali a bath before reading to her and putting her to sleep. You made your way to your room as Rafe was already laying in bed, waiting for you. You laid next to him for a while. Rafe stared down at you, wondering how you managed to see past his old ways and stay. You could feel his eyes on you, looking up at him with furrowed brows, “What? Can’t get enough of me, can you?” Teasing him as a smile started to form on his lips, “Never.” Leaning down to kiss you before tucking you into his chest. Listening to his heart beat, slowly feeling your eyes getting heavier, “Love ya Rafey.”
It started small. The feeling slowly made its way to the surface after a few months. Not minutes, hours or days. It took 4 months for the regret to finally shows up.
In the four months Rafe didn’t feel much. He threw himself into his work. Clocking in early and always working overtime.
He started inviting Topper and Kelce to go golfing again. Weekly golf “dates,” as you would call them. Something that stopped after Topper had a few colorful words for you after he had one two many shots. Something that you could never get over, no matter how many times Topper said he was sorry. Something in you telling you that he was only apologizing because of Rafe.
The morning dew and sun brought familiarity to Rafe. Dressed in a dark green collard shirt, black khaki shorts with a black hat to match. He took it all in when he rode his golf cart to the first hole. Meeting up with Topper, Ruthie, Kelce and some unknown girl of the week Kelce had brought.
“There’s the man of the hour!” Topper shouted as Rafe got out of the gold cart. Greeting Topper and Kelce, waving at the unknown girl and Ruthie that sat in the same cart, slightly waving back at him.
Hours of back and forth chatter. A few comments from the girls and another one two many drinks for Topper. Your name suddenly got brought up.
“Thank god you finally got ride of her. She was weighing you down!” Slightly slurred speech from Topper. Rafe could feel a slight pit in his stomach. Brows furrowed as Topper continued, “Weighing you down and would never stop bitching! She’s not like Ruthie! Ruthie never talks, I mean she’ll say something here and there. But as far as fighting and arguing, we don’t do that.” Topper said as he leaned on Kelce. Kelce, who was obviously annoyed at Topper. Rafe was also starting to feel some annoyance towards Topper, not knowing if it was because of how much Topper had to drink or if it was because of what Topper was saying.
Somehow getting to the parking lot. After a few hours of playing. Loading up the golf carts and making sure Ruthie was the one driving Topper home. Rafe and Kelce said their goodbyes to Topper.
Kelce turned to Rafe, “Don’t let his words get to you.” Rafe furrowed his brows but Kelce was far from dumb, “C’mon man, we both know what Topper was saying was bullshit, Y/N was more than just some girl who wanted you for your money.” Rafe bit his lip and nodded, agreeing with Kelce’s words. “She was more and we all know that. Topper’s saying all that shit about Ruthie and this and that to make up for the fact that he can’t grow up. And for the fact that Ruthie loves his money more than she will ever love him.” Rafe let out a slight chuckle, slightly nodding his head in agreement.
“I’m just saying, I never expected a lot when it came to Topper, he’s always been a little kid but I thought you had grown out of this whole party boy, bachelor phase.” Kelce paused for a second, as if he was studying Rafes reaction.
“Take it from your best friend, your future best man. Someone who also broke up with the love of their life. So I can say this, Y/n was someone longer term. The type to stick around when things get tough. But you’ll find another. We always do.” Kelce said as he subtly referred to the girl of the week that was impatient and unimpressed in the passenger seat of his truck.
Rafe swallowed before nodding his head. “Real intense heart to heart out of nowhere.” Rafe said as he slightly sniffled. Kelce nodded as he slightly chuckled, “Yeah well I don’t wanna see you with a new one every week like me.” Kelce patted Rafe on the back before getting into his truck and driving away.
The feeling from earlier returned as Rafe opened the door to his truck. He sat in silence for a while, silently hoping some sign would pop out of nowhere, telling him to reach out to you. And nothing did. There was no message, no sign, no signal telling him to text you. Rafe didn’t have it in him to do it on a whim, in hopes you would answer. He told himself you wouldn’t. Thinking you would see the message and not respond. Or worse, you’d block him.
Instead Rafe started his truck and headed back home. A quiet drive back to Tannyhill, stopped at a stoplight when he turned to see the little cafe you had been dying to go to when it first opened. You had begged and begged Rafe to take you, claiming it would be the best place to grab brunch. Rafe brushed you off every time you wanted to go. Instead he would take you to his favorite cafe on the other side of town.
He saw the door to the cafe open, feeling like he stepped into an alternate universe. You walked out of the cafe. Dressed in a light pink sundress with white sandals. You were glowing, hair slightly curled as you made your way to one of the little tables on the sidewalk. Rafe saw a man sitting in a chair at one of the tables, thinking you would walk right past the man. Instead the man stood up and greeted you with a hug.
And Rafe felt like his whole world had just collapsed.
Summary: It's Rafe's turn to have your son for the weekend, but it seems the weather wants you to spend the holidays together.
--Finally some Baby Daddy Rafe
With delicate rubs to your son's tummy, you desperately tried to get him to calm down with soft pleads and overeager soothing. He'd been fussing all day, so much that you'd called the doctor to make sure everything was okay.
They simply reassured you that it may just be a prolonged stage of fussiness. Most babies grow out of it around 4 months which is exactly where Max had just reached a few weeks ago.
Just when he was finally beginning to calm for a moment your ears are filled with the chime of your doorbell. Max picks up his crying as if he had never stopped. Your eyes roll, already knowing who is on the other side of the door.
You gently scooped him up to rest over your shoulder on top of the little binkie you tend to have thrown over your shoulder at all times for moments like this. He was cute, but the spit-up was never pretty and you were always prepared.
Opening the door from a distance you weren't expecting to see Rafe step in partially covered in snow. It distracted you momentarily before Max's cries cut through the shock.
"I know, I know." You whine, gently rocking him, backing away from the cold air that swept against your feet. "Hurry up, and close the door." His eyes roll, "Hello to you too." He closes the door and stomps off the snow from his boots before stepping out of them and hanging up his jacket.
"Woah, woah, what are you doing? This is just a pick-up, then you can have fun trying to calm him down at your place." Rafe stands still, his thumb gesturing to the door behind him, "You haven't seen the news, have you? They're closing the roads, so we're snowed in. The only reason I made it here is because of the suspension on my truck."
Your face turns sour and Max continues to cry.
"So why did you come in the first place if you knew you wouldn't be able to make it back?" He ignores your question for the most part, "Relax, baby. As excited as you are to see me, I didn't come for you. I came for my son. There he is," Rafe's expression lights up as he reaches for Max and takes him out of your hold.
"Rafe you can't just take him and expect him to calm-"
For the first time in seven hours, silence consumes the room. No more screams and tearful cries. "You've got to be fucking with me," You don't say it loudly, but Rafe still hears.
"Guess he was just missin' his daddy, huh? Isn't that right, Max?" Rafe's tone is playful as he pokes at Max's tummy which elicits tiny giggles and the brightest smile you'd seen all day.
You walk away, headed towards the kitchen. Not sure why you were moving so fast, Rafe was hot on your heels. "It's not your fault, it's probably just been a long day-" He finally shuts the fuck up with his smug remarks when he hears a soft cry, "Y/n," Your name rolls off his tongue, tender and sweet. "Baby, what's wrong?" Effortlessly, he supports Max with one hand while he reaches to turn you so you're facing him.
Your eyes are filled with tears, lips quivering ever so slightly and he knows what's coming. He's seen you like this more times than he can count. He takes you under his arm, your cheek pressed to his chest and you break down, muttering into the fabric of his hoodie.
He comforts you with a big hand rubbing your back, soothing you the way he learned from those parenting books that he swear he never read. "It's so hard, Rafe." Is all you manage to say through broken cries for the first five minutes before you're pushing off him, expression more angry than upset? "He was crying all day, and the second you walk in, he's perfectly fine."
Rafe's lips frown, puzzled. "And that's a bad thing?--"
"Yes! Why do you get to be Superman?!" Earlier, the sound of a pin drop would disturb Max from calming, but now even your exclamations left him unfazed, as long as he was in Rafe's arms he was unbothered.
As a matter of fact, with a second glance, you notice he'd actually fallen asleep. Just Perfect. Another win for Superman.
He chuckles, leading you both to have a seat on the couch. Your son sleeping soundly in his father's hold. "Well, I think I've got the abs for it." His shit-eating grin spreads across his lips.
"You try carrying a baby in your stomach for nine months, and you tell me if you still have abs after." Subtly, his tongue wets his lips at the memory, "All I remember is how good you looked pregnant. Shit, wanna do it again?" You'd never wanted to hurt someone so badly.
"You're lucky you're holding my son." He scoffs, leaning in slightly as if to speak away from the baby. "I seem to remember the two of us going half on the conception, and a few times after that." You air-swat him and stand, making your way for the stairs. "I'm going to take a nap."
The hours flew by as you finally had your first uninterrupted nap in what felt like years. By the time you woke up, the sun was long gone, and there was a thick layer of fresh snow sitting on your window pane. You headed downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the steps to appreciate the view.
Nothing melted you quite like the sight of Rafe taking care of Max. You hated to admit it, but he was a good dad. A really good one. Hot, too. Rafe held the bottle to Max's lips, murmuring some undistinguishable babbles with a soft smile. Surely speaking a language only the two of them can understand.
"I hope you warmed the bottle before you gave it to him." You say, and he finally notices you standing by the stairs, stalking your way over and sitting beside him.He ignores you, knowing that you're just trying to get under his skin. "You look well rested." He remarks and you sigh with a soft nod. "Yeah, I am actually." He grins to himself, "Must be a miracle to sleep well on that cheap-ass mattress you got up there."
"Sorry, we can't all have premium mattresses." Rafe pulls the bottle back once he realizes Max has had his fill. "Y'know my money is your money right? I give you ten thousand a month but everything I have is yours, too." Standing him up on his lap first, Rafe holds the baby over his shoulder, gently patting his back.
"Well, I don't need to live in a fifteen thousand sq ft house to be happy unlike you." He shakes his head slowly, his gaze falls on you, somber. "I seem happy to you? I don't give a shit how big my place is. It's always going to be empty without you two in it... " He trails off, alluding there's more to come.
"Rafe.. What are you saying?"
"Move in with me, again." Your head shakes before you sputter profuse denials, "No, Rafe, we can't we tried that before remember? We don't get along. Technically, we're not even together." The conversation is briefly interrupted by a small gurgled burp on Max's behalf.
Rafe leans down to place a drowsy Max in his rocker in front of the couch before sitting back up. "Things were different then, we were eighteen. I can't do the back-and-forth anymore. Don't you wanna wake up in the morning, see that Max is taken care of and I'm making you breakfast, then we go back to bed and I take care of you? Huh?" He hums, his voice igniting sparks along the length of your neck as he nosed along it.
"Rafe.." your voice is shaky, feeling the heat from the discussion.
"Whadd'ya say, hm?" You reflect, having Rafe stay with you today, in just a few short hours you'd been able to take a break, he held you when you cried like he always did. You'd hardly even fought. Though that was no surprise, the two of you fought considerably less ever since Max came into the picture.
"Okay, yes." You can feel the lines from his smile stretch against your jaw just before he begins to pepper kisses on your cheek. "Y'know, we made the world's cutest baby ever right?" You smile, both your gazes focused on the little one before you.
"He's got your eyes, for sure." Rafe states and you giggle, "You're just saying that because they're brown." He sits up straight, heartfully disagreeing. "I'm not. They're the same eyes that I fell in love with when I first laid my eyes on you, and the same ones that humbled me when they looked up at me for the first time in the NICU."
His words were touching. You're seeing a whole new side of him. Not the usually hot-headed and impulsive man you were used to. This one was sweeter, softer, and more sincere.
You reeled him in for the first kiss, his lips soft as they pressed against yours, his hands confidently holding you at your waist. "Ah, I see you're taking me up on my previous offer. Let's go for a girl this time, yeah?" He grins, and you pinch him.
The mansion buzzed with life again when they returned, their laughter chasing away the silence that had haunted Rafe for days. He was waiting in the foyer, heart racing with relief, and scooped Theo into his arms, the toddler’s “Daddy!” easing the knot in his chest. His wife, radiant as ever, dragged suitcases inside with a soft smile. Rafe pulled her close, inhaling her jasmine-and-vanilla scent, and for a fleeting moment, the wall between them seemed fragile. “Missed you,” he murmured, and her quiet “Missed you too” sparked hope.
They spent the afternoon unpacking, Theo darting around, babbling about his trip.
“Daddy, we got you candies!” he squealed, waving a tin of sweets, his eyes bright. “They’re sparkly, like the castle! Baba said you’ll love ‘em!” Rafe grinned, ruffling Theo’s hair, stealing glances at his wife as she folded his tiny clothes with care.
That night, after Theo was asleep, Rafe heard the shower running in their master bathroom. Memories flooded in, early days when he’d slip into the shower with her, her laughter echoing as he’d rub her favourite lavender-and-rose body scrub over her skin, their touches turning playful, then passionate. He craved that now, needed to bridge the gap. Pulse quickening, he stepped into the steamy bathroom, her silhouette behind the glass door stirring an ache. Grabbing her fancy scrub, he slid the door open and stepped in, pressing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, her skin warm under his lips.
“Hey, love,” he murmured, dipping his fingers into the scrub and brushing it gently along her thigh, hoping to coax that old spark. “You must be exhausted, let me help.”
She jumped slightly, a giggle escaping, not the flirty one he longed for, but light, almost polite.
“Rafe... not now,” she said, stepping back under the spray, her tone kind but firm as she slipped past him and out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. “I’m really tired and I have a meeting tomorrow morning.”
The glass door shut, leaving him alone in the steam, scrub jar heavy in his hand.
Anger surged, sharp and hot. He was trying, damn it, he was trying, and she was shutting him out again. He finished his shower quickly, the water doing nothing to douse the frustration burning inside. Storming into their bedroom, towel around his waist, he found her perched on the bed, radiant in a silk nightgown, brushing her damp hair. Her serenity, her untouchable glow, only fueled his rage.
“What the hell?” he shouted, his voice shattering the room’s quiet. She froze, brush mid-air, her eyes locking onto his, but he couldn’t stop. “I’m busting my ass to fix this, to get us back, and you’re just… closing off! You’re barely here, and now you won’t even let me near you? What am I supposed to do?”
His words were raw, jagged. He’d never yelled at her, not once, and the weight of it hung thick in the air.
Her jaw tightened. She set the brush down with deliberate calm, her face serene, but her gaze sharp with hurt.
“Don’t you ever yell at me, Rafe,” she said, cutting like steel. Standing, she grabbed a sheet from the bed, her composure unshaken. “I’m sleeping with Theo tonight, I’m not taking this now,” she muttered, barely audible, as she turned and left, the door clicking shut behind her.
Rafe stood alone, his anger collapsing into a hollow ache. Sinking onto the bed, her scent lingering on the pillows, he buried his face in his hands, the sting of her rejection and his own outburst choking him. How the hell was he supposed to fix this now?
The fic i promised like last week!! Whoops but here it is. Not proofread so ignore anything that doesn’t make sense. Requests are open
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The soft sun peaked through the blinds. Wanting a few more hours of sleep, rolling over when it felt like you hit a wall. Groaning, trying to make more room between you and the wall when you opened your eyes and saw that the wall was your boyfriend. Sound asleep he threw an arm over you, pulling you into him.
“Lee, Lee, get the hell away from me,” muffled in his arms, his grip somehow getting tighter around you. Trying to pry his arms off when Lee finally opened his eyes, groaning. Sleep weighed his eyes, looking into yours, “What’d I do now,” muffled by the pillow.
Burning up as if you were in a sauna. You brushed Lee’s hair out of his face, caressing his cheek while his eyes slowly lowered again, “Nothin baby don’t worry about it.” Lee hummed while you continued to run your fingers through his hair.
Breaking the comfortable silence, “What’s the plan for today cowboy?” Lee sighed heavily before answering you, “ too many things. Got a meeting later with the people who stole my dad’s cattle.” You grimaced at the thought of him going off to meet with people who want him dead. “By the people do you mean Monica’s family.”
“Doesn’t matter who they are, they stole from us and now we have to get them back.” Lee’s groggy voice filled the room. You rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “Doesn’t matter who or what they took, I just need you back here in one piece.” You leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss, battling for dominance.
Lee broke the kiss, your foreheads touching as your chests heaved, “Be safe, last time you said they shot at you guys. ‘N Lee Dutton if I hear something like that happens I’m done, you’ll never see me again.” You kissed his chest before you laid your head on him.
Feeling a heavy hand caressing the back of your head, “Don’t worry darlin, be here tonight just a little late as usual. I’ll come back crawling to you if that’s all I can do.” He kissed the top of your head, “I’ll come back half dead, always coming back to you.”
Leaning up to kiss him for the last time before your alarms rang. “Don’t make empty promises cowboy.” Getting off of him and heading to the bathroom. “My promises are never empty.”
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“God damnit Lee! Stay with me” Kayce shouted as he kicked the horse to go faster. Making their way to the chopper, “Dad, Rob-“ John cut him off by getting Lee off the horse. “Help me.” Throwing one of Lee’s arms over their shoulders, Lee’s shallow breathing, legs dragging as the Dutton’s tried their best to get him into the chopper.
“Find Y/n, tell her before the news.”
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Water droplets on the ground as you looked at the empty bed. Knowing you’ll wake up to him accidentally slamming the door and apologizing. Getting in bed, shutting off the lights and making sure the alarms set for tomorrow, the old clock Lee insisted you used instead of a phone.
Phone ringing on the side table. Seeing it’s Kayce calling, probably calling to bitch about what your boyfriend did, hitting decline and powering it off. Closing your eyes and going to sleep.
Harsh bangs on the front door woke you up. Looking at the clock, seeing it had barely been five minutes since you shut your phone off. More bangs, opening the drawer in the side table, pulling out the gun Lee insisted you learned to use in case of these situations. Moving towards one of the windows, peaking out to see it’s Ryan and Rip.
Gun still in your hand as you unlocked the door. The bewildered men shouted at you to put on your jacket and put the gun down. “Can someone just tell me what’s going on!” Rip threw your jacket at you as Ryan put your shoes in front of you. Ryan made his way out and into the truck. You stared at Rip, waiting for him to say something, “No time sweetheart, explain in the truck, now we gotta go.” Rip said. Throwing everything on, Ryan waiting in the truck as Rip closed the front door behind the two of you.
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“My god where are we going, you said you’d explain in the truck.” You’re in the back, watching as Ryan and Rip looked at each other. Neither wanting to say anything. 10 minutes is how long you’ve been in the truck and you’re thinking about jumping out instead. Leaving your phone was a mistake, there was a need in you, needing to hear Lee’s voice. Needing to see how he was doing or where he fuck he was.
“Give me a phone, I’m calling Lee and when I get him on the phone he’s gonna have both your asses.” Silence still stood amongst the men. You leaned in to make sure they could see your face. “Rip did you not fucking hear me! I said give me a fucking phone so I can call Lee, might as well call Beth, she’ll get your ass too.” Neither of them so as much flinched at your threats.
Visibly angry you sat back as you realized you were now in town. Speeding the entire way here but Rip’s foot got even heavier, flying through town when you made it to the hospital. Cop cars with their lights on, the personal vehicles of the Dutton family in the front of the parking lot. Ryan turned around to look at you as the truck made a full stop in front. “It’s Lee, meeting went wrong.”
You jumped out of the truck, stumbling as your feet made contact with the pavement. Running in the hospital, the receptionist looked at you with sorrow, reading the scared expression plastered across your face. “I- Lee Dutton where is he.” Fingers tapped on the keyboard in front of her. “ Are you a relative of some sort?” The words tumbled out without a thought, “His wife, I’m his wife.” She looked you in the eyes with a sad smile, “He is currently in surgery on the second floor Mrs. Dutton.” A quick thank you before you made your way to the elevator.
Thoughts raced through your mind as the elevator dinged on the second floor. The Dutton family sitting the waiting room, heads snapped towards the elevator door. Making eye contact with a blood shot eyed Jaime. The tears began falling as you made your over to him. Pulling you into a bone crushing hug, “I’m so sorry Y/n, he’s, he was.”
You could feel your heart drop when Jamie said was. Ringing in your ears as Jaimes mouth continued to move, not hearing a thing. John made his way over to you two. Standing next to Jamie. You cut through the two, heading towards an empty seat next to Beth.
“Can you just tell me what’s going on. Please Beth where’s Lee.” You choked on a sob as Beth’s eyes filled with tears. Taking out a cigarette. You snatched the lighter out of her hand. “God damnit it Beth just tell me!”
“Robert Long shot him over some fucking cattle.” Grabbing the lighter out of your hand before storming out.
You sat in shock, head in your hands as John came over to console you. “He’ll pull through, he’s a tough kid everyone knows it, he won’t leave you like this.”
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It was hours before someone came and told you guys anything. Lee was alive, breathing on his own, could be seen but only two at a time.
Everyone looked at you and John, signaling you two were the first ones. Making your way to his room. Room 320, stopping right outside of the door. Too scared to go in and see what had become of the man you love. John put a hand on your shoulder, “You don’t need to see him right now, doc says he’ll be asleep for a few hours anyway, go eat something, rest a little.”
“Thank you for the offer but I don’t think your opinion in what I do matters at the moment.” Opening the door to see a pale faced Lee. Hooked up to machines, seeing his heartbeat somehow calmed yours. You moved towards the bed, taking a seat next to Lee, grabbing his hand in yours. You could feel the lump in your throat start to form again. Tears were slowly making their way down your cheeks all over again. You couldn’t be here.
Letting go of his hand and leaving the room. You were met with Jamie standing right outside the door, waiting for either of you to leave. He moved out of your way, calling after you but not following. Once you reached the first floor, asking to use the hospitals phone to call Ryan and get you the fuck out of there.
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You couldn’t move out of the water. The once hot water that burned your skin was now freezing. Goosebumps filled your body. Feeling guilty for leaving Lee. For not being brave enough to face the situation head on. Leaving with your tail tucked after insulting the man whose son was lying in the hospital.
Your phone had been ringing for two hours now. Getting voicemail after voicemail from Beth. Wondering why the fuck you left. John calling just to check up on you as he put it. Jamie wanting you to come back to help deal with everything. You didn’t want to deal with everything.
Drying off, throwing on sweatpants and one of Lee’s hoodies. Checking your phone again, seeing a message from Beth, telling you Lee had finally woken up.
The front door opening, seeing Ryan standing there,”You have such good timing you know.” He chuckled before ushering you out, “Yeah well, credit goes to Beth, it’s like I can feel her anger through text, come on.” Turing to truck on and heading back to the hospital.
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Room 320. The bold white letters stared back at you as you tried to go in again. John opened the door, seeing you through the little window. You stood outside in the hallway. Looking at the man you insulted 3 hours ago. “Been asking for you since he woke up. Doc says to not stress him any you know.” You nodded as he left the room. Leaving just you and Lee.
The tip of your nose started to tingle, water filling your eyes again for what seemed the hundredth time today. Except this time you were looking in the eyes of the man you love.
Those big soft brown eyes staring back into yours. Slowly making your way towards him. Carefully sitting next to him, trying to be as close to him as you could without causing any pain. “You’re treatin’ me like I’m gonna break, supposed to be the way ‘round.” He trying his best to put a smile on your face. A tight lipped grin made its way onto your face. You choked on a sob. Lee’s hand wiped the tears that were starting to fall again.
“Told you I’d come back darlin. Would never leave you here, never doing that to you.” Your sobs got louder when he spoke. Inching towards his chest, hearing him wince made you shoot right back up, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mea-“ Index finger pressed softly against your lips. “Told you to never say sorry to me, something that’ll never need to happen. Now come here.” Lee moved a little to the side as best as he could. Wedging you between him and the bed guard. Laying down right next to him. Your head slightly resting in the side of his neck.
“Who told you,” Lee asked as you moved closer to his side. It took you awhile to answer him. Still not believing what was going on. Words stumbling out, “Beth.”
Lee hummed, “My sister’s always been great at delivering shitty news.” You let out a humorless chuckle, “Should find someone else to deliver news, she’ll probably start delivering punches instead of the news.” You could feel Lee laughing, “Yeah well it’s always her or Rip delivering something bad, ‘least Beth won’t whip out her flip phone to call you.” You laughed. “Rip and that fucking flip phone, don’t know how he gets Beth going when he whips that thing out.” Lee groaned in disgust as you continued to laugh, “Alright fun’s over, you ruined it.”
Lying in silence, listening to the heart monitor fill the air. Racking your brain to figure out something to say. Lee beat you to it, “Ya gonna leave me now?” A small grin was on his face. Made no sense to you, a man who was on the brink of death a few hours ago was grinning.
You hummed before answering him, “If I leave you now I think Beth’ll beat me up.” Lee silently laughed, agreeing with you, before you continued, “But I’m thinking you deserve one more chance.” Lee nodded his head, tipping his head towards the ceiling, “Thank you, scared me for a minute.” You smiled at his reaction.
Lee turned his head towards you, “Reach into my jacket pocket and pull out what’s in there.” Complying, getting out of the bed, to reach for Lee’s jacket on the chair near you. Grabbing the jacket, sitting down on the bed and searching the pockets when you pulled out a small black velvet box. You looked at Lee with confusion. Lee had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. “Open it.” Opening it to find a beautiful diamond ring, tears flooding your eyes as you stared at the ring, “Now I know this is probably the worst way to propose, in a hospital. I promise I planned everything out, was gonna have Gator make your favorite foods, go ride Ray and Loco after then propose in a field just somewhere out there but then you know this happened and what I’m trying to say is.“
Lee ended his long speech, grabbing your hand as you sat there in shock, looking into his eyes, “Y/n L/n, will you marry me?”
The feeling of Lukes sweaty body onto of yours snapped you into reality. You and him in the backseat of his car on the side of some dirt road.
His rough hands moving your hair out of you face. Tracing his face with your fingers. From the slope of his nose to his chin with day old stubble making its appearance. Nothing but the sound of each other heavy breaths filling the air. Staring at each other with the uttermost adoration. Feeling as if it could last forever.
“I missed this y’know.” Luke broke the silence as he laid his head on your chest. Threading your hands through his curls, “Good to know,” a squeak escaping as Luke pinched your thigh, “I was kidding asshole.” You said, rubbing your thigh before he moved down to kiss it as an apology.
“Come on babe.” With that you two put on your clothes before heading back onto the main road.
A comfortable silence fell again. Holding hands while continuing to drive. Wondering what was going on in your mind that had you so surprisingly quiet.
“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Squeezing your hand to try and coax an answer. “Absolutely nothing.” Lifting your hand to his lips, “did my job then eh.” Laughter filled the car, overtaking your train of thought, “I guess.”
It was always like this. A text after months of radio silence. Picking you up at your parents house, it was a 2 day long relationship before you headed back to Wisconsin. Then the cycle would repeat and you’d wonder how much more of this you could take. Not being exclusive, just whatever this was. Enough for the weekend but never lasting.
Not on his accord, yours, of course. The distance would be a pain to deal with. Luke already saying he would go above and beyond to make up for it but nothing could change your mind. Funny enough it was the only thing stopping you two from being something.
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He pulled into your parents driveway. Unbuckling yourself and giving him a hug. Pulling away to say goodbye when he pulled you in for a kiss. Kissing him back, feeling like you could stay here with him forever before you heard your dog starting to bark. Pulling away while Luke follows your lips. Placing a hand on your neck to bring you back to him. Giving him a few pecks so you wouldn’t get too into it. “I have to go Lukey.”
He sighed against your lips, “Stay with me, please.” A pout on his lips as you didn’t respond. One final kiss before getting out of his car.
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“Everyone please help me welcome my amazingly talented co-star, the one and only Miss Y/n L/n!” Jacob Elordie announced as you made your way from behind the curtain. Waving to the audience and blowing a few kisses their way. Jacob made his way from behind his desk to give you a hug and gesture you to take a seat in front of him.
“Wow I can’t believe they replaced James with you, views must be low,” You joked with Jacob as you all laughed. “No, James said that he can’t stand you actually.” You covered your face with your hands, pretending to cry into them while Jacob patted your shoulder, pretending to comfort you. You and Jacob bantered a little before continuing with the interview.
“Alright enough about the movie and how amazing we were in it, tell me a little about yourself Miss L/n.” You gave Jacob a confused look, “We were with each other for 9 months, I think you know everything about me at this point.” You laughed along with the audience and Jacob squinted his eyes at you while grinning. “No no, you see I discovered something,” you cut him off, “Oh my gosh congratulations, must’ve taken you a while to do that.” You patted the desk and acted like you were excited. Jacob smiled and laughed, “Oh I hate you but I discovered that you, young lady, have a lover!”
“Ooh’s” emerged from the audience, you were smiling, trying to not make it obvious that Jacob was telling the truth. “ So now that I have exposed you, care to tell us a little about him?” Jacob leaned forward, putting his chin on his fist, waiting for you to respond. “No.” “Oh well that’s alright I actually have evidence, photo evidence!” He pointed to the screen in front of him.
A picture of you wearing Mackies jersey while leaving the Yost arena. You were feeling a little nervous. You knew that if you asked Jacob to stop he would but it was finally time you shine some light on your little romance.
“That is me leaving the Yost arena in Michigan after watching a hockey game between Michigan and Wisconsin,” You answered while looking at Jacob. He nodded his head, “Yes well whose jersey were you wearing that particular night?” You pretend to think, “Huh you know, I can’t seem to remember.” Nodding his head again, Jacob changed the photo on the screen, “Now does this seem to jog your memory?”
On the screen was a photo of you sitting on Mackies lap, smiles plastered on both of your faces due to riding the high of winning the game and buzzed off of whatever you were drinking. You feel your cheeks heat up and a guilty smile makes its way onto your face.
“I think that’s enough for tonight, I would like to thank everyone for tuning in tonight. Watch our movie, we love you, goodnight and goodbye!” Jacob ended the show while you just sat and waved at the camera and audience.
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