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Begin Again | Josh & Kate
katherine-morgan:
Joshua’s offer was generous and she appreciated the fact that he was opening his home up to her completely but she shook her head. She could never take him up on it. “I might take over a corner in the living room so her room’s not inundated with all of my things but that’s all I need.” She was well aware that the living situation wasn’t permanent and she had no right to take over his home with her things. It would mostly be left in storage until she found a place of her own and only then would she think about retrieving it. She was grateful, but there were boundaries and making his home feel like their home most definitely crossed that line.
Kate felt as if she was staring at Peyton, but she couldn’t get enough of the girl. She wanted to drink in all of her features, all of her mannerisms. She wanted to be able to read her daughter like most other mothers could. A soft smile tugged at her lips as Peyton spoke more, leaving Kate to notice the small accent that tinged certain words. She wanted to comment on it, but tucked it into the back of her brain for another time. There was a more important matter at hand. “Well I don’t see why not, unless Daddy has something he’s got to do,” she told the tiny blonde before looking down at Josh for an answer.
He knew what she was doing. He knew it was the right thing for her to do; but it’d take him some time to acknowledge that there was some boundaries between them. As much as he resented her for how she was and how she fell victim to her addiction, it had still been three-hundred and seventy two days since he last saw her. A year and a handful of days since he left the woman he’d committed himself to and had a daughter with. There were feelings of guilt and bitterness; feelings of joy and happiness, but most prominently there was confusion. Josh needed time to figure that out. “You’ve got four whole corners to choose from, you can have the pick of the lot,” The Irishman uttered with a hint of playfulness, his attention faltering from the German Shepherd and instead once more to the pair opposite.
“Daddy’s never got anything more important to do than read to his princess.” Joshua offered with a smile, straightening up to meet Kate and Peyton’s collective gazes with his own. Even now, their daughter beamed bright and with childish wonder, entirely oblivious to the tension that haunted the home. It was that naivety that put the Irishman at ease. “If you two race upstairs, I’ll nip out to the car and fetch the rest of Mummy’s things for her,” Josh said it as if it was an offer, but his insistence was an undertone for Kate and Peyton to spend some time together. “How’s that sound?”
Begin Again | Josh & Kate
katherine-morgan:
Hearing about the little quirks of their daughter caused Kate’s smile to absentmindedly play on her perfectly pink lips. It was a bittersweet smile - one saddened by all she had missed yet excited to be part of the little girl’s future. While she was in rehab all Kate thought about were the quintessential mother-daughter moments she had missed, which was enough for her to just say fuck it and continue living life out of control, but she didn’t. It only made her long for the moments Peyton had yet to live and that thought alone was what helped push her through the hardest parts of getting clean.
And it was moments like this, with her baby in her arms, that made the year away worth it. The moment where she and Josh seemingly fell back to their old selves, even if for a brief moment. “He was. As lousy as they come,” she teased right back. He makes cute babies too, she was about to say but opted to keep her mouth shut instead. His next comment made her thankful that she had held back, the smile that once graced her features slowly disappearing. “It’s not the most glamorous abode but I had no choice,” she reminded him. There was a slight sadness to her voice. Part of it was because of the lavish lifestyle she once lived but it was mostly due to the reminder of the fact that she was all alone. When she was allowed to leave the rehabilitation center there had been no one to pick her up, no one to congratulate her or celebrate with her. She had gathered her few belongings, piled them into the car they so kindly housed for her while she was an inpatient and drove straight for home - well, what was home - before coming for her baby. The silver lining to it all was his offer to house her while she got back on her feet and while the generosity wasn’t expected from him, she truly appreciated it.
“Yeah, it’s no trouble at all. I have a year of snuggles I need to get in.” Her eyes looked from Peyton to Josh as a soft smile returned to her lips. “Thank you.” Kate wasn’t sure she was ready for the moment to turn heavy again so she was thankful when Holly’s barks interrupted him. “Hi, my love,” she cooed down to the little blonde who was now awake, but just barely. “I think it’s time for someone to go to bed. Let’s go up and get ready, shall we P? You can show me your room and all of your toys, and Mama’s going to stay in your room tonight. How does that sound?”
There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he needed to say, so many things he couldn’t say. Apologies and hushed words that should’ve been uttered in person long ago, truths and explanations he owed, but none of that really mattered anymore, not when Peyton first saw her mother and lit up brighter than the sun. To bring up their wounds weren’t going to do them any good, of that Josh was certain. His blue hues watched the two women in his life with an overwhelming joy which muted out his words, to see them reunited and getting along so well washed away any doubt he ever had about Kate’s return. Was she really clean? Would Peyton recognise her own mother?
He felt that sadness that she uttered, but there was precious little he could do beyond share in it. Josh could never have afforded to keep Kate’s home while she was gone, not on his salary. He never could’ve asked his parents for help, they had been absent since long before Katherine came into the picture. Josh supposed she was lucky in that sense; she never had the displeasure of dealing with his family. “We’ll make do,” The Irishman offered just like old times; they were always a team. This was no different, except in the many ways it was. “I’ve no quarrels with you adding your own personal touches to the place, either. It should feel like home.” Josh was affirmative with his tone, knowing that if he were in her shoes he’d deny it til’ kingdom come. It wasn’t her home, after all. She had no choice in the decor to start with, no choice in the neighbourhood, no choice in any of it. Not until now, anyway.
Holly’s whining washed away anything else he had to offer on the matter, and the Irishman wandered to the other side of the kitchen to fetch Holly’s food as Kate had her moment with Peyton who seemed nothing but excited to be sharing her room with her mum. The little girl gave her a nod, set a bright smile to her tired expression and nuzzled against her mother, her arms slinked around and locked behind Kate’s neck. “Daddy can read to us,” Peyton said, as if Josh had no say in the matter. The Irishman nodded along as he knelt down to feed Holly, his attention shifting from the dog and up to Kate and their child. “If mummy’s alright with that, of course. Or maybe she can read to you tonight—” The little girl protested with a huff, and just like that, she lit up with an even brighter smile. She had an idea that left Joshua with muted contemplation; it was up to Kate.“Mummy and Daddy can read to me.”
Begin Again | Josh & Kate
katherine-morgan:
Kate’s blue hues looked down to their sleeping angel as Josh went on about her. It was hard to believe that the sweet girl nuzzled in her arms could be a handful but perhaps she was more like her mother than Kate realized. “What else does she do? What does she like? Food, color, activity. I want to know it all.” Being away from Peyton for so long had Kate questioning everything until the moment they were reunited. The fear that she held inside was now gone and though things were still new and vastly different, the ease at which Peyton went to her made Kate that much more sure she had done the right thing even though it had meant missing a year of her daughter’s life. It was a year she hoped Peyton would never remember clearly but it was necessary if she wanted to see the rest of Peyton’s life.
“What? You don’t think I can do it?” Kate challenged, raising a neatly manicured brow in his direction. Her words were pure jest but she found the ‘old Kate’ coming through in the sense that she never liked being told what to do nor did she back down from a challenge. if any piece of her old self were to stay, she wanted this to be it. “I did have a terrible teacher. Couldn’t understand him - his accent was too thick and he kept using funny words.” If her joking manner hadn’t been apparent before, it was now and it was accompanied by one of her signature smiles. “No, really. Let me see the books to decipher how much shit you’re in and we’ll go from there. I might have a few favors left to call in if you really need them.” She still had connections in Manhattan and while some of them were of those better left in her past, she was willing to take the risk if it meant digging them out of a massive hole.
Kate’s teeth tugged at her lower lip as she watched him pause, feeling slightly bad for coming off so stern. Their situation wasn’t easy and Kate didn’t know where they stood. Their visit had been amicable so far but they had barely grazed the surface of anything. There had been a lot left unsaid when they parted ways and a lot to talk about now but Kate wouldn’t be the one to delve into it. While she was locked up in a glorified prison cell for the last year, Joshua was out living his life. Was she bitter? Maybe a little bit at first but not anymore. He had cleaned himself up, done what she wasn’t able to do on her own. How could she be angry at him for that? However that was just it - he had been living his life. Without her. His infrequent chats never led to anything beyond talks about Peyton so she had no idea what his life was like. Had it been hard for him too or did he move on just fine without her? They were all questions she was curious about but would never raise for the sake of ruining their cordial reunion.
It could’ve been easy for her to ignore the small bump but she chose not to. “Sorry. I just - not right now. Please?” she offered in nearly a whisper as if her volume would wake Peyton. Before he could offer anything more, Kate shook her head and sat up a little in her seat just enough to cause Peyton to stir in her sleep. A gentle smile took over her features as she looked down at the girl who did nothing more that shift positions and Kate settled back into the seat. “You don’t have to do that. It’s not much and I’ve sort of been living in there for the last two days so it’s a mess. I’ll grab everything I need later.”
Prim and proper, the Manhattan elite. But most importantly; mother. It suited her and that was the simple truth of it. It was all Joshua saw when he caught himself staring at Katherine and their daughter across the kitchen island. Two sets of blonde tresses, one whose braids could without a doubt be done better, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Two sets of striking blue eyes, one whose were just drifting to and through between her slumber. There was no shadow of a doubt that Peyton was the spitting image of her mother, and to see them reunited only stirred feelings of the past. Conflicted or otherwise. “Some days it’s blue, others it’s pink, or purple,” Josh said with a grin. It was hard to keep a three year old’s mind settled on anything. “No doubt she’ll tell you all about it when she wakes up. She could talk your ears off.” Joshua let out faint laughter and shook his head as she’d challenged him, true to his memories of a fiery woman who’d teased and played, but was unbending and stubborn. To say no to Kate had always only spurred her on more, dared her to do the denied. “Sounds like a lousy teacher if you ask me. I bet he was as handsome as they come though.” Josh uttered playfully, nodding along. “I’d love for you to clean up after my terrible book work.”
The sting of that don’t still lingered, yet his eyes remained a contender for hers as he slipped around the island, closing closer to the woman all too familiar and yet - so different. A thousand times he ran this scenario over in his mind, and a thousand times it was different, but it was never this. It was rarely calm, and never was it this peaceful. There was fire in some, passion in others. Anger was in most, but this—this was unexpected. There was no ferocity over the bar, nor the neighborhood. She barely had a chance to see either, but that was another matter entirely. No toxicity, no cruel words and no spite. Just Katherine and her daughter. Maybe it’d come later, Josh thought as his attention drifted finally from the pair of blondes and instead to the hallway of what was their home. Not his anymore. Theirs. There was so much to consider, so much to talk about, but for now, he was happy to accept the peace.
“I have a hard time picturing you living out of your car.” The Irishman mused, half a smile cocked to his lips. There was no intentional hostility in his voice, but he knew it was going to be a touchy subject. Her family wasn’t exactly receptive of either of them. “There’s no walk in closets, and no pretty views of the Manhattan skyline. The hot water is temperamental at the best of times, but it’s home.” Josh sighed, a shallow breath parted from his lips and a calloused hand pulled through the mess of light brown atop his scalp as he looked once more back to Kate. “You don’t mind doubling up with her, do you? She’s no trouble when she sleeps, she’s just an early riser.” His words served as a caution more so than a question; given that many a early morning after a late night at work was ruined by an eager blonde bouncing on the bottom of his bed.
His fingers stroked through Peyton’s blonde locks as she slumbered, all too content with the fussing and the familiarity of a mother gone for what was effectively one third of her life. “There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t ask how mummy was doing,” Joshua spoke with a soft tongue, his words quiet and soft as if to not disturb the toddler. “She’d always sleep a little easier after hearing your voice on the phone.” Pale-blue hues set upon Katherine now he was closer. He studied her; watched her with curious intent. “I’ve no doubt it was more or less the same for you, and I should—” The Irishman was interrupted by Holly’s barking, her studying and intent watching more focused on her bowl. Peyton stirred with the barking, woken from her short nap pressed in her mother’s arms. Hazily, she lifted her heavy eyelids and looked up to Katherine, a smile brighter than a thousand suns pressed to her lips.
Maybe this won't last very long; But you feel so right; And I could be wrong.
aspen-acosta:
St Patrick’s Day. The renowned day for drinking beer, wearing green (which Aspen just so happened to look great in), and getting just wasted without anyone being able to really judge you. This year was no different. She set out for drinking earlier than any adult really should, reaching a level of intoxication before the sun even set that was….well, not healthy. As all good - and bad - nights of Aspen’s, she eventually ended up The Bear’s Den, later in the night. She had been there for a while, pouring more beer down her throat somehow while still staying standing, before she finally spotted Josh. It was packed, there was no wonder she hadn’t seen him before now. She tried to get his attention from across the bar, but no such luck. Time for plan b.
Apsen separated herself from the crowd of people she was with, bounding over to the bar where Josh was serving people and pushing between people to get right up front, a huge grin on her face. “If it isn’t my favorite bartender in the whole wide world,” she said, spilling part of her beer as she leaned into to the bar, pushing up onto her tip toes to get better leverage. “Whoops,” she murmured, glancing down and frowning slightly, scrunching her nose up as she looked back at him. “Where have you been my entire life? Mostly tonight. Today? What time is it now?” Aspen broke off her words, a smile spreading even wider across her face. “Hi. How’s your day going?” she asked after a beat.
The dreaded day. Not because it was a wonderful Irish celebration, and not because it wasn’t a good reason to celebrate, but because the Den was perhaps the only bar in Lanford owned by an Irishman. Not only that, but it was the only one with an Irish,comfortable, homely feel to it. To Joshua, it was Armageddon, D-Day and just about any other apocalypse that could be thought of off the top of his head. Everyone and their uncle claimed to be of Irish descent, they all tried their attempts at an Irish accent, and the leprechaun jokes were getting a little old. So many faces had came and gone, and though he caught a glimpse of Aspen out the corner of his eye, she was lost amongst the crowds once more.
It wasn’t until she’d all but forced herself to the front that Josh’s eyes locked onto hers, and her—everything else, as she’d gained her footing on the opposite side of the bar. “I’m half disappointed, Angel.” Joshua called out over the noise. “I figured you’d be here the moment the doors opened.” The Irishman teased, but he wasn’t kidding when he spared a glance down the bar to a group who were too far gone, and had been there since before even he’d came to unlock the doors. “My day is a literal hell, Aspen. There is no day worse for an Irish barkeep than Paddy’s day. I see you’ve been having a much better one than me over there.”
jasongrey:
“Of course no. Also saving some and turning some into smoothies” he answered as he looked at Josh, “i still need to pick three more fruits”
“Fair enough then. Got a date night coming up or something?” Joshua questioned, his attention drifting to the market lethargically. “You know, some places in the world do ten or twenty a day. Not the regular old five. Bloody mad.”
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indigoholloway:
“I don’t want to be here, Josh, I want to be anywhere but here.” Indi fought back, she wasn’t going to lie, though she still half-lied. She didn’t want to be there but she also didn’t not want to be there. She sighed, her frustration growing more and more. “I told you, Libby wanted me here so here I am.”
“That’s a facade, it’s going to get ruined eventually, and then we’re right back where we started.” She stated, avoiding looking up at him, he was all too distracting and she knew she’d give up her pride. “What is normal, anyway? What even are we? Because this is too much hassle for a fuck buddy.” Indi muttered, needing some clarification on their relationship, even though was certain it was done for regardless.
“And yet, here you are.” Joshua was having none of it. He shook his head and watched the woman opposite with disbelief. Her proclamations that it was all for Libby didn’t help, and the Irishman settled a frown to his lips. They were in public, it wasn’t the place for a heated argument. It wasn’t the place to get riled up. “If Libby is the only reason you’re here, then I have to wonder if it was even worth turning up at all.”
Her constant rebuttal and questions left Joshua just as stumped as her. He didn’t have the answers, and he certainly didn’t know how to make it all better. “You’re so certain we’re set up for doom. It’s like you just want it to happen.” He exhausted a sigh and lifted both hands to brush through his hair. “I don’t know what we are, Indi. I thought we were exclusive, and then you tell Libby it’s alright to date two guys. I thought it was something meaningful, but I’m not sure you and I are on the same wavelength.”
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jasongrey:
“Don’t you think this will be great in a fruit salad or a snack before dinner?” he said to the person next to him.
“—I’m assuming you don’t mean in one sitting.” Joshua stated with a lofted brow, eyes for the cantaloupe. “I’d stick to the usual suspects, myself.”
theoglass:
“–I won’t say I don’t mean to be rude, but you cut in front of me and unless you’re buying my drink, I suggest you let me go before you.”
Joshua spared a glance over his shoulder to Theo with an ounce of patience, his attention snapped from one of his staff. “—I won’t say I don’t mean to be rude, but this is my bar and unless you’re paying my staff, I suggest you let me talk to my staff before you.”
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savmo:
“Who doesn’t want to love you back?” She asked, curiously. Not that she really knew anyone anymore. She didn’t keep tabs on people, it was hard enough to keep tabs on herself. “I hate that. The second part. It doesn’t exist. Curiosity just kills the cat. Nothing brings it back.” The redhead corrected, only so it wouldn’t have driven her crazy. “Like what. What kind of hidden talent? I’d rather see your hidden talents.”
“All the women in my life, bar one little blonde angel.” Joshua mused and dressed a smile to his lips. He only needed her, anyway. “You say that, but people always get curious, even after the cat’s been killed. Something has to bring the cat back, right?” The Irishman offered in rebuttal with a lofted brow and a short, warm laughter. “My hidden talents are best kept hidden. Unless you count a mighty fine talent for, well—” Joshua gestured around him as if it’d answered the statement for him.
gracewalsh:
“How’d you know I’m from Belfast?” she quirked a challenging brow, if only because it wasn’t often someone guessed it right. “Fine, but I’ll have you know I’m actually far worse. Did some schooling in Dublin, uni in London. I just so happened to pick up the worst parts of all three…” Her brows then waggled in a very unladylike fashion - perhaps the first truly telling sign that she’d already had a few. “No rock. Just the way everyone talks about North End, I sort of figured there was some sort of Big Bad Wolf down in these parts. Figured I’d finally come pay him a visit…”
“I spent a little too much time chasing Belfast girls around back when I was a kid. I’ll never not be able to pick that accent out.” Joshua cracked a grin and shook his head in disbelief. “Belfast, Dublin and London,” The Irishman echoed. “And to think you’ve stumbled into my own little part of Derry, far away from home.” He topped up the glass of choice and settled it in front of Grace, amusement tinging on his features as he’d watched her. “Well I’m flattered you came to see little old me down here. Glad to hear my bar’s actually starting to make a name for itself.”