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Before the War

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Max eye’d Yana for a moment after she asked about what the place was. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. No, if truth be fully told he trusted her a wee bit too much for a chance encounter. He was just hesitant to tell her the truth in case it would drive her away, not that he was going to tell her the exact illegal side of it, but still he had to thread carefully yet give her some detail,

“It’s a Gentleman’s club.. We’ve private members who we know very well and we provide drink, entertainment and some private areas for them.. ” Max explained a few seconds later as he led Yana back down towards the kitchen then out into the large atrieum where the various rooms both public and private came off, all the while carrying Ethan lovingly in his arms. Finally feeling that his role as his Father had truly begun now.

The way of the Fair Folk. Why had she even bothered to ask. It was obvious that he wasn’t telling her the truth but rather what he might thought she wanted to hear? Of course it was partly true, it was a Gentleman’s Club, she had heard the laughter, and it surely wasn’t open for anyone. And she had been in the private areas herself, but that still didn’t really mean anything.

“ I see.” is all she answered. She wasn’t angry but didn’t see any reason in asking him more questions that he wasn’t likely to answer. So she walked next to him quietly, letting her eyes wander over every surface to make sure they were safe.

She couldn’t fault him for staying quiet. She wasn’t sure how much she would be willing to tell him about her past yet. “ Is the baby alright?” she asked to break the silence after a while, not knowing what else to say to him.

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Before the War

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Max smiled faintly as Yana went in and got Ethan. Seems her smile made his heart flutter. Her smile was wide, breathtaking, hopeful.

“Sure..” He then responded to her questions of a cape.

Max moved over to a large mahogany wardrobe and opened in. After a second of searching he found one of Amy’s capes that would be a good enough fit. He brought it to Yana then took a sleepy Ethan carefully into his arms. He smiled a little and helped her get into it, suddenly not wanting to let go of Ethan and starting to walk out.

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The Elf put on the cape and was ready to take back the infant when she saw the look in his eyes. It was the first time he actually looked like a father and not like someone who was holding a strangers child. There was a connection and it was nice beautiful to see.

With a smile on her face she followed him out and started to keep an eye on their surroundings. If she wasn’t carrying the child she would be able to make sure they wouldn’t get attacked by anyone.

“ What is this place?” she said as they walked out of the Clubhouse. It hadn’t been important to know what they did for a living but now it seemed like a good time to find out.

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Before the War

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Max’s wish of feeling the same comfort was granted, though short lived. He sighed internally and nodded a little at Yana’s words.

Balancing his truth and not outright lying was easy to do in crime and business settings, as slight manipulation worked in his favour, but with Yana it was different. He had never suffered a loss like this but maybe it was some sort of divine intervention, once retaliation had been carried out… Perhaps Yana was Max’s saving grace?

Reluctantly Max prized himself from the warmth of her embrace and nodded again, but this time before speaking.

“Yeah, fresh air might be a good idea..”

He had an urge to hold her hand, but decided not to just in case she wouldn’t like it, like Willow had not in the early days.

“We’ll bring Ethan..” Max added and headed towards Yana’s room to get his son.

She walked with him and unlocked the door before going in and walking over to the bed. Ethan was still asleep between the blanket and the pillow. He locked so adorable and at peace.

With the utmost care she picked the small bundle up and held him to against her chest. It made her smile. “ Can I borrow a coat?” it would be cold outside and only in her arms he wouldn’t stay too warm, but if she was wearing a cloak it would keep both of them warm and would hide him from prying eyes.

Of course it would be preferable not to run into any danger tonight, she was still a little sick and hurt but a simple walk in their territory would supposedly keep them protected. If she knew anything about gangs, it was that they had eyes and ears everywhere and if this group was good enough to earn hits on their spouses it was a good sign that taking a stroll around this building shouldn’t put them in the way of danger.

Or at least not alone.

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It’s okay. Everyone’s survival looks a little bit like death sometimes.

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You have learned to suffer silently. The words ‘I’m fine’ tumble from your mouth sounding more like ‘I’m sorry’ and the smile on your face says that you’re trying to convince everyone else that you’re okay but your heart and mind beg to differ. You try to make happiness out of pain, if not for yourself then for the ones who come across you and it doesn’t help that no one has ever told you that it’s okay to hurt; no one has ever told you that it’s okay to talk about the darkness in your head; no one has ever told you that it’s okay to make room for yourself, so you go on being quiet because that’s what’s always made sense but let me be the first to tell you that you matter. I know that sometimes your heart feels less like an organ and more like an reckless beast deserving of a cage stronger than your ribs but I’m telling you, you matter. You were not made to destroy yourself for others.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (53/366)

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