Emily Turner

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That hug pulled a breath from her lungs that she hadn’t known she was holding, one that sounded far too much like a sigh—laced with emotion Choked up even, though she willed it all away as she took another breath. As she watched as Emily made herself comfortable on the ground before her. “I don’t know what he’s done—or rather, his family…” she trailed off then, the thought of where her fears truly lay all but forgotten as Emily went on.

Something clicked for Carolyn then, the conversation they had had at the wedding making all the more sense as she sat there looking at the other. There wasn’t judgement or even worry in her eyes, no those twin blues held a calm. A knowledge that Emily would be alright. That she and her baby would—regardless of who she told, or what fight may be ahead. “Was planning,” she mused then, not truly a question, “Is that why you decided to stay?”

Regardless of her reasons, Carolyn was grateful to have her friend. Her sister. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to do what would need to come next, if she didn’t have Emily in her corner. 

“Look at us,” she would say then, a smile edging in upon her features, “Still doing things the same.”

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Nodding along, Emily’s mind began working. She was analyzing Carolyn’s situation at every angle she could think of, calculating their next move. “If it’s just money they’re going to be throwing towards this, I have more. So don’t worry. We won’t let them take Avery.” She said confidently, reaching out for her phone in search for her lawyer’s number.

Emily froze for a moment at Carolyn’s question. While she wanted to tell Carolyn everything, she was afraid to add more worries on her plate. “Marcus isn’t all bad...” She finally decided to comment, relaxing her posture. “I don’t know what will happen after, but maybe he’s what’s good for me and our baby right now... He’s trying.” Trying, the word exchoed in her mind as soon as she heard herself say it. It tasted bitter in her tongue... The word reminded her so much of her own mother’s excuses for her father’s behaviors.

Letting out an airy laugh, a small smile would appear on her face as she focused on her phone again. “Different, but the same.” She agreed, before dialing the number of her lawyer. As it rang, she turned to Carolyn again. “I’m calling my lawyer now and you can ask whatever questions you might have. Don’t worry about anything else. He’s the best lawyer in New York and I’ve paid him a lot of money all these years to know his loyalty.”

When someone picked up from the other line, Emily put the phone on speaker. “William, it’s me Emily Turner. My friend has a case I wanted you to look into.” Emily began to say and even without further explanation, William excitedly responded. “Of course Mrs. Turner. What can I help your friend with?” Before raising her phone closer to Carolyn, Emily explained the situation. She advised her lawyer to look into Jay R’s family before handing the phone over to Carolyn to allow her to ask any questions that might have been lingering in her mind.

[emilyturner]

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              Although Jesse had some reservations about his costume, he knew that it wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Tonight was all about Avery and her experience trick or treating, rather than what he looked like as an unexpected chaperone. 

              Nerves growing within the pit of his stomach, Jesse stopped to remove his motorcycle helmet before replacing it with the black, fuzzy cat ears he’d purchased from the costume shop earlier that week. It was hard to say why he was always so flustered by the red head. He had come to know Carolyn fairly well over the last few months — arguably a little too well. But as hard as he tried to shake this inner anxiety, Jesse made his way up to the door feeling much like a schoolboy with a crush. 

               Before he could waste another moment, Jesse rang the doorbell, allowing his eyes to wander as he waited. It was easy to see that both Avery and Carolyn were fans of the holiday, taking note of the jack-o-lanterns sitting on either side of the front steps, along with the number of decorations they’d positioned around the front yard. As the door creaked open, a bright smile lit up his features, already prepared with a compliment. “I always knew you were a wizard with the scissors, but it turns out you can carve a—” Finally meeting the woman’s eyes, he came to discover that the blue orbs staring back at him were not those he had become accustomed to. Face flushing a bright shade of red, Jesse paused to clear his throat before finally speaking once more. “In the flesh. Sorry, I thought you were Carolyn. She didn’t think to tell me that her fairy godmother would be here. Please tell me you won’t turn my motorcycle into a pumpkin come midnight.”

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She shook her head, wanting to refute Emily’s words, though she knew better than to try. One didn’t contradict the Emily Turner often, even Carolyn had come to know that. And so she simply stood there shaking her head. An amused sort of disbelief finding her features—such a look taking root as a flush found her cheeks with the other woman’s words. The confidence in such things, their near certainty, unbelievable for a woman that had saw so little in herself. At least then—after everything that had happened. That she had done.

Her lips would part to speak at Emily’s question, an excuse—an explanation for her feelings poised upon her tongue, though the blonde would beat her too it. Those blunt words—the hands that came to rest upon her arms all but shocking her into silence. Leaving her only able to listen as the two women stood there within her kitchen. Carolyn could hear it, the television then—the familiar sound of Peanuts. Of the Great Pumpkin. Framing that moment, yet it would Emily’s words that would stick. That would contradict everything she had been thinking.

She didn’t deserve to be happy—no more than the next person. Perhaps less even, considering.

The redhead would laugh, a chuckle that would die a little at the mention of Cohen. The want to ask her how he was—great, a heavy thing that sat upon her chest, though she couldn’t muster up the courage. A shameful truth, despite the wonder. That former pink flush deepened into an all out red at the nudging of the other woman, pulled from those other thoughts at the mentioning of—nope, she couldn’t entertain that mental picture. Carolyn would swat at Emily again, before turning back to the sink—putting away the last of the dishes as the doorbell rang.

The kneejerk reaction to go and answer it had been thwarted by Emily’s eagerness. Leaving Carolyn to stand within the door way of her kitchen, dishtowel in hand, as she watched that greeting unfold. It was impossible not to catch the look that the blonde had shot her, a laugh kept tightly behind her teeth. One that bled into her words. 

“Oh we’ll make sure she’s not on pumpkin duty tonight,” came Carolyn’s voice then, “Sorry—I should have mentioned Emily would be joining us.” She added gesturing between the two, “Jess this is Emily, she’s basically my baby sister,” she shot the blonde a teasing look as she continued on, “And Em this is Jesse.” 

It was a small introduction as Avery shot up from her place by the television set. Jesse! Are you a cat…? Came the little blonde then, shield in hand. Are you coming with us? 

Before anyone could answer, Carolyn would speak. A motherly slant edging its way into her words as she looked to answer her daughters question. “He is, but not before you put on a sweater under that,” Carolyn started, only to falter slightly at the look her daughter gave. But ma— “I know I’m a horrible person, but it’s either a sweater or a jacket overtop,” Carolyn all but sing-songed. Determined in a way that told Avery there was no other option, and so she sighed in resignation. Handing Jesse her shield before darting off into her room with a huff of a ‘fine.’ Ten going on twenty, she thought with a sad sort of amusement, at her daughter’s budding attitude.

“Are you hungry?” the redhead asked then, attention pulled back to Jesse, “We made pizza, and I may have gone a little crazy with portion sizes.”

@emilyturner​

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Emily grinned at Jesse, not saying a word at his cute rambling. Despite trying her best to be apathetic towards Jesse, Emily couldn’t help but want to be nice to him. Afterall, she wanted Carolyn to really believe that she does deserve happiness and if Jesse can help that, she couldn’t stand in the way. “It all depends on how good or naughty you act tonight,” she commented with a wink. Before faking an eye roll towards Carolyn’s comment about not being in charge of pumpkins, “Where’s the fun in that?” She said shrugging while closing the door behind Jesse. “Nice to meet you Jess,” she greeted back wanting to tease the man a little more but was interrupted by Avery’s excitement.

As Avery darted to her room, Emily followed along. “Don’t worry Ave, I’ll help you make sure the jacket look like muscles.” But not before teasing the two adults, “We’ll be in the room for a bit, but the walls aren’t very sound proof. So try not to make too much noise out here.”

@jesserusso​

[macherierps]

I see the way he looks at you.

[emilyturner]

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Playfully she’d swat at Emily’s arm then, head giving an amused sort of shake, yet still Carolyn remained utterly unable to hide the smile from her face. “Yes, a friend,” she echoed, though perhaps more so for herself. To usher the doubt that had begun to fester—to ruin that happy day and night. No, Carolyn wouldn’t allow that, and so just  as quickly as it had come, the dark was sent away. Allowing the woman to focus on the good. To laugh even, at what Emily had said.

Carolyn had just started to confirm Jesse’s costume, when Emily had went on. A flush finding her cheeks at the blonde appraisal of the other. A heat that rose into her features, and one that remained with Emily’s protective nature. “He hasn’t, though you can’t hold it against him, the fact that he’s even willing to be around me speaks volumes for the saint he is,” she shook her head then, amusement in the words despite their heaviness. That self-deprecating humour. “He knows about—” she trailed off, implying he who would not be named, “I told him a few days after the wedding, after everything that happened there…”

She had told Emily what had happened, perhaps not in the detail that the blonde had wanted but Carolyn did share what she had learned. About the conversations that had happened after. She had to tell someone—though hadn’t given Warren’s name or any true details about him. That was his secret to tell. “So I think all of that sort of shot the idea of a date in the foot, don’t you? Besides, I probably shouldn’t be allowed to date regardless.” With that she smiled, a part of her meaning those words for after everything that had happened—after the wedding, Warren—Cohen and Jesse. No, she didn’t deserve much.

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Emily shook her head. “Even if you didn’t try, many of the men in this town would burst if they thought they had a chance with you.” She said confidently. “Also you’re a hot redhead. If I rolled that way, I’d probably have fantasies about you too.” Emily said teasingly even though she meant every word. “Oh...” Emily raised a brow, slightly impressed that this Jesse guy hasn’t run off. Maybe she should give him more credit. 

“Why shouldn’t you be allowed to have fun and move on? A man wouldn’t even think twice.” Emily pushed herself up from the sink and walked closer to Carolyn. She placed her hands on both her arms and spoke bluntly. “If I didn’t love you so much, I’d join in on the self depricating comments. But, until when will you continue punishing yourself? You deserve to be happy just as much as anyone else. I think even more.” She reased Carolyn’s arm, grabbing another slice of pizza to stuff her face.

“Besides, men and women can not be just friends without ever thinking about sleeping with each other.” To prove a point, Emily brought up Cohen. It was her intent to build him up to Carolyn, but she probably did the opposite. “Cohen is one of my best friends and I can recall times I thought about him naked. He’s packing on a lot more than it looks,” She said, nudging the other woman’s arm.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and Emily made her way to open it. “Well, hello. You must be Jesse.” Emily greeted the handsome stranger, opening the door wider for him to enter the house. Standing behind the man, Emily made sure to catch Carolyn’s attention so she could nod in approval while giving her a little wink from across the room.

@jesserusso​

[emilyturner]

lyric-campbell​:

         𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. Sitting between them was the proof of it –– Lyric’s lingering guilt and embarrassment, and the ring on Emily’s finger. Still, there was that part of her that, for better or for worse, could not believe that Marcus would do this. She’d spent so long making excuses for him, even now, it was hard not to. At least now she could rest happy knowing she’d ghosted him for all the right reasons. But Lyric didn’t feel reassued. If anything, she was left with more questions than answers, and less closure than ever. The door to the restaurant was in view, and she wanted nothing more than to burst out of it and run over to him, demanding answers. Pathetic. 

No, Emily was right. 

❝ Well… I guess that’s part of his charm. I used to think I was mostly immune to it. I guess not. ❞ Lyric waited until the waitress had left to continue speaking. Gossip spread like wildfire these days. And this, she didn’t want overheard. ❝ I’m really sorry, again. I know I don’t know you too well, but you seem to be a good person. Way better than he deserves, probably. And I’m sure you’re going to be a wonderful mother. ❞ A thought came to her. ❝ Um –– if I can ask… Is that why you’re in Mystic? To track Marcus down? ❞ Her brow furrowed. ❝ I still can’t believe he did this… and knowing you were pregnant too. ❞

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“Thank you,” Emily responded at the complement about being a good mother. While she herself doesn’t believe she was a good person, she would go to hell and back to make sure that her future child will have the opportunities she never did.

At Lyric’s questioning, Emily contemplated on what part of truth to tell. After placing a credit card down on the check, she turned to face Lyric. “Yes. He ran away after an issue we were having. He didn’t even say goodbye. So when I found out he was here, I secretly booked a flight. He doesn’t know I’m here.” She said pausing, ignoring Lyric’s next comment about knowing of her pregnancy. “I’m trying to muster up the courage to meet him,” Emily lied. The real reason she still hasn’t met Marcus was because she wanted to find more dirt on him to have the upper hand during their conversation. She also wanted to see his face when she hands him their divorce papers. An information she wouldn’t tell Lyric, because Emily didn’t want to give her an opportunity to have a chance with Marcus.

[emilyturner]

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She couldn’t help but smile at the comment, such words a reminder she hadn’t needed of her friend’s current state. The idea that Emily was pregnant hadn’t taken long for Carolyn to absorb. To truly take hold of, no. Very quickly, the redhead had felt that usual excitement. The memories of her own pregnancies, though at times framed with a feeling of loss and pain, fed into all the things she believed the other could be feeling. Adding to lists her mind had been compiling of what Emily would need or could perhaps be doing. Yes, almost instantaneously and without being asked, Carolyn stepped into those all too familiar shoes of being Emily Turner’s big sister. Seeking to help in any way the blonde may need her.

“I’d like to be able to tell you that the craving will eventually go away, but it doesn’t,” she shook her head then, a small laugh falling from her lips. Dry in a way, for she could remember all the things she had wanted but couldn’t have. Caffeine being the worst, or at least for her it had been. Carolyn settled further into her seat upon that porch then, eyes drifting back to that front lawn as she listened. As she took in that moment, cognisant that it shouldn’t have been happening. That weeks prior Emily had been leaving but now—perhaps there was one thing she could thank Marcus for. Though the words would taste like vinegar, she was sure of it.

Without much thought, her lips would part to speak. Words coming almost easily for Carolyn had been lulled into a courage she didn’t often have when talking about such things. The presence of Emily—of that evening that seemed to hold them within its comforting embrace, it all helped her find her voice. To give life to the rumblings that had started months prior—by a man that she was only then truly beginning to know. “He wants to take her,” she started, gaze becoming transfixed upon that mature oak that stood tall within her front yard. That tire swing moving within the soft breeze that played with her hair. Just as she had done with Jesse and then Warren—propelled by that prior practice, Carolyn told her then, all those dirty little truths. Jay R.’s absences—the affairs—the marriage that had become a sham laid out for Emily to dissect. She spoke as she always did, with kindness, failing to truly blame her should-be-ex-husband. To hold anything against him. “I was seeing someone, and when he found out he told me he would take her, if I didn’t try again. And I did—,” she looked to the blonde then, “I really did try, but I just couldn’t. So I took her and we came here…I guess now I’m wondering what do I do next? And if you could help me, because I’d like to get off this freight train that I’ve thrown myself on…”

-

Emily frowned. “Does the craving increase when the baby is out?” She joked, trying to distract herself from wanting to drown herself in drinks. With everything going on in her life, she never felt so out of control. Her plans seem to never go accordingly and despite her outer appearance of perfection, inside she was felt so unsure of everything. 

“What do you mean?” Emily said, her attention completely focused on Carolyn. Soon, the truth unravelled and Emily kept quiet. Not wanting to interrupt, she nodded along and made sure her face didn't extrude any judgements. She was shocked about the affairs, but at the same time, she was happy for Carolyn. Since she could remember, Emily never had a good memory of Jay R. There was always something about that man that didn’t seem right... and it always scared her. After hearing the bulk of the story, Emily walked over to Carolyn and hugged her from behind the chair. “First of all, you, more than everyone I know, deserves all the happiness in the world.” Emily released Carolyn from the hug and sat on the ground in front of her. 

“I’m going to need more information though. Did he file any custody orders against you since?” Emily asked, trying to figure out if Carolyn situation was similar to her own. “I actually discussed something similar to this to my lawyer. I was planning on not telling Marcus about my baby and taking her back to New York.”

[emilyturner]

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Her smile grew as Emily indulged herself, a small laugh kept behind her teeth bringing a brightness to her features then. One that stood framed not only in her usual warmth, but also amusement. Happiness. That day had been good, needed in so many ways—even the time at the farm. With Warren. The trepidation she had felt leading up to that moment, all but forgotten for Avery had been so happy. It had been easy. Perhaps tomorrow, she would allow herself to worry about just how easy it had been, but for now she chose to focus on the good. On the weightless feeling her limbs carried then.

She laughed then, shaking her head, “I did once, but then I decided that I wanted to be able to fit into my jeans on a regular basis,” she teased, remembering a time when she had wanted to be a baker. To cook in some way—though she quickly came to realize that she enjoyed eating far more than she loved to cook.

Carolyn nearly hummed as she busied herself with putting those clean dishes away. Listening as Emily finished and then moved to help her. The pair alone in that kitchen, a near mirrored image to how they had once been—to those summer’s as kids. Teens. That was until the question would have her choking on her own spit. Coughing amidst the laugh that came tumbling from her lips. “Have you forgotten who I am?” she teased herself more so, for she had never sent a sext in her life. Clearing her throat, she stilled her breathing—willed it to settle as she placed her phone upon the countertop. “A friend,” she explained, were they friends? They had to be, and yet she couldn’t help the doubt. The knowledge of what she had unloaded on him. It was all too much for her to think that there could be anything else. To even fathom that there should be. And yet, he had helped her around the house. He stayed. “Jesse—Jesse Russo? He owns Moonies.” Carolyn tried to hold a sense of nonchalance in the words, hands coming to rest upon the counter behind her. Leaning into it as she went on, “And we aren’t sexting, for your information. A mutual friend of ours sent me a picture of his costume—he’s gone as Salem—he might um…he might actually stop by tonight. If that’s okay?”

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Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, I know, but hey I wouldn’t judge you if you did,” she said winking over at Carolyn. After rinsing off the soap on the plate she used, she turned around, leaning her weight against the sink counter. “A friend.” She agreed, nodding sarcastically while putting emphasis on the word ‘friend’. Moments like this felt so rare to Emily that she couldn’t help but feel a bit childish... but in a good way. It had been a long time since she was able to genuinely be herself around someone and let her guard down. She almost forgot how it felt to be excited or giddy over a friend’s possible lover. However, at the sound of a name that wasn’t Cohen, Emily pouted briefly. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever met him... I’ve never been to Moonies.” She pondered for a moment. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Salem like a black cat?” Emily said amused at the thought of a grown man in a catsuit. Then it hit her, “Wait, is this the same Jesse that was your date to that one wedding?” Emily smirked, “I do remember him being fine.” Quickly, the humorous imagery of a grown man in a catsuit became Rated R in her mind. “That’s totally fine with me, but as your friend and Avery’s unofficial godparent, I might give him a hard time, because he wasted all this time and hasn’t asked you out.” Emily paused for a moment, “Unless... did he already ask you out on a date?”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[johanna-malcom-deactivated20210]

@emilyturner

[emilyturner]

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“How is it?” she asked after swallowing that last bite of cheese, before collecting hers and Avery’s plates. Blue hues moved to Emily then, for that little girl had already gone from the table—her excitement from that day lingering still as she went careening around that living room. Playing at saving the world, between making herself ready—adding layers beneath a costume her mother knew she would refuse to put a jacket over. Claiming a pillow case, for the treasure they soon would go out to find. With an unshakable grin, Carolyn turned to put those plates within the sink, “There’s plenty of pizza if you’d like more—sort of went a little overboard I think…” she teased herself.

It had been nice to have the three of them there. Avery, Emily and her having spent the last few hours dawning or fixing their costumes and making pizza from scratch. A sense of home within those actions—a feeling that spread easily throughout the redhead’s frame as she took it all in. So different this night had been from the last time the blonde had been over. Since she had admitted what she had done—how she had taken Avery—and what she needed to do for the future.

No, there had been no mentions of separations—of her life in Georgia at all. And Carolyn had kept her mind far too busy to linger. She was happy. Excited. She felt free. Her phone buzzed then, the vibration pulling her attention from such happy thoughts to look down at her phone—smile turned into an almost smirk.

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Emily couldn’t help but grin at Avery’s excitement and costume. She was such a strong character for her age and Emily couldn’t help but hope she could raise her own daughter as well as Carolyn did. She let out a quiet laugh at the thought. If past Emily could see her now, she would probably be disgusted at how comfortable and at home she had made herself feel at Mystic. But for now, she would let herself indulge. “You don’t have to say that again,” Emily commented before grabbing another slice of pizza, but not before making a mental note at how much work she’d need to do to get her figure back after giving birth. “Have you ever considered a career in culinary?”

After finishing her last slice, Emily walked over to Carolyn to clean her plate... another task she hadn’t done since moving to Mystic. As she placed her plate in the sink and added soap to the sponge, she looked over at Carolyn and witnessed the change in expression. “Did you get sext text from someone?” Emily joked, but made sure to whisper so that Avery was out of earshot. She had heard from Cohen about their accidental date and since then, she’d been hoping they’d go on a few more. “So who’s this mystery texter you’re always smiling about when you look at your phone?”

[emilyturner]

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WHO: Open ! // @mysticstarter​ WHEN: October 31st, 12 PM  WHERE: Everly Family Farm

It had taken one, just one, of the children that came to the farm this morning for the Everly family festivities to have Forrest caving on his original rule of not letting the animals out of their make-shift stalls for the Halloween festival. Clad in his bright green, fuzzy Mike Wazowski pajamas, Forrest carefully steps into the stall housing his most well behaved pigs to pick up one for the onlooker. The small pig squirms at first but relaxes the moment he has it safely wrapped up in his arms like he would his own child, “See! You just gotta be really gentle with them okay? Only nice touches with the piggy,” he adds with a smile as the young child that had asked to pet her carefully reaches out to pat the pig’s head. Looking out to see if there are any other children wanting a turn to pet the pig, his eyes land on a familiar face, “Want a turn?”

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On her way to meet Carolyn and Avery, Emily ended up taking a detour to Everly’s Family Farm when she heard the happy voices of children screaming and running around. She wondered if one day she would be able to take her future daughter to a place like this. Sure there were small farms in New York, but life there moved so quickly that she wondered if her daughter would even be interested in interacting with farm animals. 

Her eyes quickly shifts from the children and lands on an oddly familiar face that she was sure she never met before. The corner of her lip curved into a smile as she catches the other’s attention. “Even though I’d really love to, I don’t think my dress would agree.” She responds, calling attention to her million dollar attire. “Though, that small pink over there looks a little scared.” Emily pauses, curious at the piglet who decided to isolate themselves from the rest of the pack. “What’s the story behind that little guy... or girl?”

[emilyturner]

Modern Fairy Godmother

Emily Turner wouldn’t dare miss an opportunity to be extra. So she will take any excuse to wear her custom made pink Burberry dress, even in a dinky town like Mystic.

[emilyturner]

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OCTOBER 10TH, at the RENDER HOME with @emilyturner

Sitting out upon that front porch, Carolyn looked up at the night sky. The warmth of her father’s college sweatshirt hung loosely around her frame—that old and oversized thing a warm hug against the coolness of that October night. She sighed then, a contented sound as she stared up at all of those stars. Avery was asleep within a bed of her own, and that house she had found lay quiet save but for the radio that played in the kitchen. That sound framing that evening so sweetly that the redhead could have cried. The move had been easier than expected, though that may have been because of the so little they had taken with them when they had left Georgia. The friends they had made over that short span of time having rallied around that duo in a way that Carolyn would forever be grateful for. Helping them to settle in, to set up camp—and make that rented building a home. 

It was strange, to feel so content in that moment, yet at the same time so ill-at-ease. That feeling of being undone, so close to the surface that it begged for attention. Carolyn was helpless against it, and so she would stew. Fret over the loose ends—those things that could unravel any day—harbingers of what still needed to be done. One particular thing that had been years in the making.

Perhaps that was why she had invited the blonde over that evening, both for dinner—to spend time with the little girl Carolyn informally would have considered to be the other’s goddaughter, and for advice. The legalities that she had been running from for so long growing all the more restless the more Mystic would become their home. “Did you need anything?” she asked, breaking the soft silence as she looked to Emily then. Her arms crossing each other, resting upon her knees as she sat forward. The wind playing gently with her hair. Her heart hammering quietly against her chest as she tried to find the courage—to find the right place to begin.

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Since the wedding, there hadn’t been a day when Emily felt completely at ease. Navigating her new pregnant life was still something she never thought she’d go through at this stage of her life. She doesn’t even know where to begin with Marcus. However, spending time with her unofficial goddaughter had given her a boost in confidence... Specially with Carolyn by her side. In the midst of the silence, she made a mental note to take Avery out for costume shopping. She had promised the girl that she would spare no expense to make sure Avery won every Halloween contest or at the very least, make all the kids green with envy. 

Her thoughts were put on pause as Carolyn spoke. “I really need a Moscow Mule,” Emily said bitterly before continuing. “But since I still can’t, I’m okay right now.” 

After Marcus had found out about her baby, Emily decided to stay in Mystic. Successfully reaching the second trimester of her pregnancy was no easy feat and she felt she owed much of that to Carolyn. “How about you? Seems like something’s on your mind.” Emily said bluntly, avoiding beating around the bush. “What can I do for you?”

[emilyturner]

lyric-campbell​:

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         𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖. Heat pooled in her cheeks, matching with the red-hot pounding of her heart in her chest. This was too much information to get in –– what? thirty seconds? Suddenly, she felt nauseous, an all too real reminder of the pregnant woman sitting across from her. Lyric would have vehemently denied it, but what was the point. Apparently this was a thing Marcus just… did now. And why should it have mattered to her what he did? They were no longer friends. ❝ It–– I swear on my life, I had no idea he was married. ❞ In all truth, there had hardly been any talking that night. How could she have known? ( And perhaps, worse of all –– would she have cared? No, of course, of course she would have! ) 

❝ We’re not. It was just –– a one time thing. A mistake. I haven’t even talked to him since. I meant what I said earlier… we’re not friends. Not anymore. ❞ Not enough to know he’d gotten married. Not enough to know he had a kid coming. It was safe to say Lyric’s appetite was completely gone by now. 

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“Don’t swear, I’m having a baby.” Emily said with a serious tone. It was just too easy to mess with Lyric, with how meek she seemed in front of her. “I’m fucking with you. How could you have known he was married. He obviously wouldn’t say that information if he wanted to get laid.” Letting out a laugh, Emily placed her fork down on the plate. She’d completely lost her appetite. Lyric had given her the information she needed to completely cut Marcus off of her life, but it didn’t feel fulfilling. Instead, she wanted to make sure that the other woman wouldn’t ever try to reconnect with Marcus instead.

Emily he wasn’t surprised, but the information did sting... However, she wasn’t going to let anyone see that, let alone a stranger she just met. “Trust me, leopards don’t change their spots. I should know. It’s good you’re not friends with him anymore. He’s only going to use you. Take this as a...” Emily pursed her lips together, pretending to think carefully about the word she wanted to use. “Take this as a friendly word of caution from the woman who married the man that has cheated on her countless times. It doesn’t end well.” 

Despite feeling bitter at Marcus’ instant replacement, Emily kept her cool and didn’t give way to her emotions. It’s how she’d always gotten the upper hand in any conversation and how she can easily manipulate an outcome she wanted. With that, Emily flagged a waitress over to receive her check.

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“And I mean it.” Emily replied, wanting to emphasize her offer. “I don’t regret it, but I’ve lived my life without having anyone in my corner… and I forgot about how great that feels.” Her own eyes, now watering at her confession. With her hormones changing, Emily felt it was getting harder and harder to mask and hide her true emotions from others. “Don’t do that, I’m extremely emotional right now,” she said teasing herself now, but reminding herself to smily to make it obvious she was trying to be humorous. “Thank you. But please do call often, whenever you want. I think it’s going to be a little lonely going back after everything.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Emily said, her snarkiness coming back. “I’m serious Carolyn, if there’s something you need, anything at all. I got you. Specially if that jackass ever bothers you,” she said bluntly, referring to Jay R without daring to speak his name. Though Emily wasn’t fully aware of everything going on between the two, the fact that Carolyn and Avery was here in Mystic all alone was enough for her blood to boil towards the man. 

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“You’ll always have me in your corner,” she assured the blonde after a momentary silence–one framed with that usual warm and affectionate smile. “Even if you don’t want me,” she added, despite the jest such words had held, there was a truth in them. Carolyn meant each and every one. She’s always be there for Emily, regardless of their connection—of the distance and the time. Blue hues caught the dampness in the other, both very close to becoming a blubbering mess, or so the redhead thought. In a way it was amusing, an emotional laugh falling from her lips, that sound pulled further still by Emily’s teasing. “Maybe you should stay then,” she offered then to the other’s words, “If you’re able too.”

The idea of having Emily in town was one that brought a sense of comfort to the redhead’s chest. Made Mystic feel a little bit more like home—or rather, that a little piece of home, her past, had made its way there. Such thoughts would falter slightly at the sudden bluntness of Emily’s words. Her smile remaining as she took hold of the other’s hand, a soft squeeze her response as she tried to find the words to say. “I know,” she told her, “Same goes for you,” she would counter. Changing the subject from her should-be-ex to Emily’s. What a pair they made, she found herself thinking as she squeezed the other’s hand gently once more.

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She couldn’t help the emotion that rose into her throat at the words that Emily had shared. That reassurance that she wouldn’t be alone something that triggered a sadness Carolyn had always known she was carrying—that feeling of being abandoned. Left on her own to fend for herself and Avery. One she’d grown used to living, save but for a collection of memories—of happy years. Things she clung too when the world grew dark and her thoughts unwieldy. “Careful now, the wedding has me already emotionally compromised,” she teased, fanning playfully at the wetness in her eyes as she willed the tears away. A dampness that was happy though edged in sadness. Taking a breath her eyes grew a little wide at the admission Emily shared then, the notion that she would be the heir something that Carolyn found both a shock and unsurprising. “Congratulations,” she said then, though she was unable to shake the feeling that the blonde may have found that fact to be bitter sweet. “I can’t help but feel that I’ll be cashing in on that freedom more than I should,” she admitted playfully.

Carolyn’s features softened further as Emily continued to speak then. As she spoke about time, and needing more of it. “I never would have,” she assured the other women then, certainty within those words for Carolyn knew she could never give up on the other. Come rain or high water, Emily was stuck with Carolyn Render. Those previous emotions found her eyes yet again as Emily would pull her into a hug. Carolyn’s arms wrapping around the other’s frame tightly. Returning the embrace.

“Vulnerability is good,” she almost teased Emily then, knowing just how strong the other was. How guarded she could be as a child—growing up as she had. At the offer, Carolyn’s mind turned inward. The thought that Emily could help a tempting one, though she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. To dampen that beautiful evening. “I’ll keep that in mind—don’t be surprised by my next phone call,” she told the other with jest. Failing to break the hug until Emily would—not truly wanting to let go.

“And I mean it.” Emily replied, wanting to emphasize her offer. “I don’t regret it, but I’ve lived my life without having anyone in my corner... and I forgot about how great that feels.” Her own eyes, now watering at her confession. With her hormones changing, Emily felt it was getting harder and harder to mask and hide her true emotions from others. “Don’t do that, I’m extremely emotional right now,” she said teasing herself now, but reminding herself to smily to make it obvious she was trying to be humorous. “Thank you. But please do call often, whenever you want. I think it’s going to be a little lonely going back after everything.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Emily said, her snarkiness coming back. “I’m serious Carolyn, if there’s something you need, anything at all. I got you. Specially if that jackass ever bothers you,” she said bluntly, referring to Jay R without daring to speak his name. Though Emily wasn’t fully aware of everything going on between the two, the fact that Carolyn and Avery was here in Mystic all alone was enough for her blood to boil towards the man. 

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“You’re my scariest hell You’re my perfect paradise My guardian angel My devil in disguise My singing bluebird at 7:00 in the morning My howling wolf at the middle of the night And you my dear will forever be my favorite wrong; The favorite wrong amongst all the rights …”

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