Synopsis: Wade Kinsella doesn’t usually have many female friends. Mostly all of them, he’d already slept with. Growing up, he’d had only one. Stuck with him through most of his early childhood, mostly seen for her tomboy-like qualities. Before moving to Los Angeles to be a reporter, she’d developed a crush on her childhood best-friend. Unfortunately for Baby, it never reciprocated. She’d return to Bluebell during the summer, homesick from life events, to hope for someone like Wade to change his perspective. (14k words)
Mentions: Pining, Unrequited love, Friends to lovers, Trust issues, Loser Ex-boyfriends, Cussing, Brief mentions to Mommy Issues, Porn no plot.
A/N: Watched Hart of Dixie, immediately felt inspired. This might just be a one shot, unless y'all want more! Enjoy!
“Flight to Alabama, boarding in ten minutes!”
Baby nearly checked her book bags and suitcases for the millionth time, wondering if she had forgotten anything. She knew she didn’t, some part of her felt so nervous to finally be back to her small town in Alabama. Bluebell hasn’t seen her face in nearly six years, it hadn’t even felt that long.
Part of it brought incredible memories. Painting her fingernails with muddened dirt, along with her graphic tees. Playing sports, loving nature, nearly befriending a gator. Would always play pranks, only to those who’d tease her about her tiny glasses. Worse she’d done was plant earth worms in one of her classmates sandwiches, she’d screamed all the way to the principals office.
She’d never been caught, since she’d always have an alibi.
Wade Kinsella, her childhood best friend. Ride or die, so they called it.
They’d call them a dynamic duo, always running into trouble. They were usually the ones causing the trouble, but that never gets brought up as much due to their assumed mastery of never getting caught.
While they took turns, trying to get back at the prestigious football quarterback, Jimmy Praboo.
Usually, it turned out to not work in their favor. Since it would only made Jimmy’s advances that much harsher, mostly to Wade Kinsella and George Tucker. Baby would have her own struggles, which was enough for her to back off with her initial childlike behaviors.
Part of the reason as to why she’d put off going to Alabama for all these years. Going to college late, starting a life in a big city. She never would’ve imagined her life to turn out the way it did, which is why she’d been so hung up with the fact that she’ll see the version of herself she’d held embarrassment towards.
Bringing up old feelings, the ones that brought the initial push to move across the country.
“Last call for Bluebell, Alabama! Last call, boarding will close within five minutes!”
Her daydream nearly distracted her from the flight, noticing that she’d been the only one in the passenger waiting area. Grabbing all her luggage, walking over to scan her boarding ticket.
Hand wrapped around her suitcase handle, head held high. Wearing similar small glasses, paired with a hoodie from a well known fashioned brand. Jeans that are big enough to drag under her sneakers. Bluebell had its ways of bringing out a side of her that she’d love to hide in, distracting herself from the aching heart ache of her six years of pursuing a career.
Walking into the bus station, familiarity in the scents in the air, she’d leaned against the window near the seat. An old woman sat beside her, looking over at her with a curious stare.
Feeling the weight of someone staring, Baby decided to look behind her. Flashing a knowing smile, dimples prominent.
The woman’s face lit up, gasping for air, “Oh my goodness. I knew I recognized ya’. Baby, it’s so nice to see your face.”
Giggling, she’d tucked a strand behind her ear, turning bashful, “Wow, can’t believe someone recognized me so soon.”
The older woman let out a puff of air, “Of course I’d recognized ya’ sweetheart. You're hard not to spot, with your boy clothes. You sold it with your dimples. Remember, your mama had the same smile. How is she anyway?”
Baby swallowed her spit, smile falling a bit, “Oh, she’s alright. I’m planning to visit her while I’m in town. Hoping the summer heat doesn’t melt me first.”
She had regretted wearing her sweater, noting the heat’s intensity in the air conditioned bus alone. Sweat glistening her forehead, face flushed.
The older woman, curls sticking to her forehead, letting out a nose of acknowledgement, “It will bring out the worst in everyone, that’s for sure.”
Baby knew what heat waves brought out in people in Bluebell, but since she’d been used to the desert heat of California, she didn’t worry too much. The only thing she hadn’t prepared for was the bugs, nearly hotglued to her hands and face with her sweat.
Definitely not the homecoming she’d been dreaming for, that’s for sure.
The bus came to a stop, turning to the older woman to wish her goodbyes. Sitting up in her seat, where she’d grabbed all of her luggage to make her way to hitch a ride with a truck driver. To no one’s surprise, the truck driver recognized her immediately as well. In a small town, it was easy to recognize faces. Even the ones that had been gone for six years.
Coming to a stop in the center quad of town, the truck driver halted to a stop.
“It’s nice to see you, Baby. Hope to see you around.”
Flashing a knowing smile, she’d thanked him.
Grabbing her luggage, she’d made her way to the Whippoorwill Blossom Bed and Breakfast. The only known place to stay for lodging in the town, which wasn’t exactly ideal. Considering once she made her way to the front desk, the whole town had already spread the word of her arrival. Once she made it to the receptionist desk, the lady’s face lit up like the old woman’s at the bus stop.
Baby definitely felt like a celebrity in that town, knowing that everyone missed her dearly. No one felt that much animosity towards her for leaving, almost entirely forgotten about it. Well, not her mother.
Collapsing on her hotel bed, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Turning to the window, watching couples walking with their dogs and kids children on their bicycles. Bluebell finally brought some comfort, after experiencing the hectic life of a busy city.
Changing into a loose band t-shirt, one she’d gotten at a concert at So-fi, she’d been dying to get a sweet tea from The Butter Stick. The heat wasn’t giving her much grace, considering the air conditioning was busted in the hotel room.
Afterwards, she’d been thinking of stopping by the Town Square to catch up with old faces, hopefully nothing too personal.
Until, she’d heard her phone ring.
Grabbing her phone from her pocket, reading the name on the tiny screen. A shiver went down her spine, clicking the answer button on the keypad.
“Hey mom.” She’d let out a shaky greeting.
Her mother, enraged on the other end, spoke with a mocking tone, “‘Hey, mom?’ That’s all I’m gonna’ get from my daughter that I haven’t spoken to for nearly seven years?”
Biting the side of her cheek, Baby let out a shaky breath, “I wanted to come visit. Maybe we can talk, I’d love to visit your new place.”
A pause hung on the other end. One that absolutely shattered Baby’s heart.
“No, I don’t think so, Baby. I think it’s best if you leave to Los Angeles as soon as you can. Once you're done pretending to be my daughter.” Venom etched in her words.
A broken sob shook the room. Granting Baby to hunch over, leaning against the ottoman on the end of the bed. Hand around her mouth, to silence her heart break.
Maybe, she’d hold off on her day trip for a sweet tea. Right now she’d been in desperate need for a drink, especially after a phone call like that. Wiping her tears, she’d grabbed her wallet, checking her appearance in the mirror.
Letting out a sigh of confidence, before making her way to the Rammer Jammer.
The place definitely hasn’t changed since the last time she’d visited. Since her twenty-first, she’d remembered getting nearly black out drunk on one of the bar stools. Made a fool out of herself, but had friends that covered her recklessness.
Wade sat by her bedside as she’d been puking in a bucket for the remainder of the morning after. Staying beside her throughout the best, worst night of her life.
Now, on her way to the bar, she’d called for the bartender’s attention.
Clearing her throat in dramatic fashion, placing her elbow on the counter while thumping her fingers on the bar.
“Oh, bartender? Hurry up, will you? Or do I have to wait another six years.”
Wade’s head perked up at the sound of her voice, scanning over face like it had been recorded in history. Eyes widened after a long pause of wondering ‘who the hell was talking to him that way’. It was then her face changed from boredom to a humorous grin, which he’d recognized the dimplage anywhere.
He let out a shudder, shocked half to death, “Well, look at that. Baby, is that you?”
She’d let out a giggle, teeth on full display.
Wade made his way around the bar, setting his towel on his shoulder. Almost running towards her, his arms opened for a warm embrace. Getting out of the bar stool, she’d hugged him back. The hug was warm, more than usual. Maybe from the heat wave, she thought.
Leaning back, creating social distance, Baby still held her smile.
She flicked his forehead, causing him to let out a small pained noise.
“I can’t believe you didn’t acknowledge my presence once I’d landed my private jet. Can’t believe you lied about your telekinesis all those years ago, Wade. I’m heart-broken.”
Immediately picking up on the inside joke, he’d played along, “Well it ain’t a lie, since I can sense the presence of a groupie from miles away.” He’d stared down to her shirt, recognizing the band on its graphic.
Her mouth opened in shock, “I’ll have you know, my taste in music had evolved. It just so happened to be during my time in the L.A.. Not the fact that the lead singer is a dreamboat or anything.” Hints of sarcasm laced her tone.
Wade, smiling, pinched her cheek, stating, “Okay, Dirty Diana, it’s good to have you back. I was wondering when the famous reporter would come back to showcase her mansions in the town square.”
Humor slowly dying, remembering the phone call with her mother, she’d ushered towards the bar.
“Not yet, I can only afford a small condo at the moment. Getting somewhere, though.”
Sitting back in the bar stool, Wade made his way behind the bar to stand in front of her. Grabbing a glass from under him, placing it down on the counter. Reaching for a whiskey bottle, once that brought a smile to Baby’s face.
Wade poured the contents into the glass, ushering it over to her.
Sadness gleamed in his eyes, lowering them a bit, “As much as it’s a blessin’ to see your face again. I’m still a bit mad at ya’ for leavin’ all those years ago.”
The lack of a farewell in the town of Bluebell wasn’t exactly what Baby had in mind during her journey to California, but she thought it would be best. Bluebell was comforting, knowing her, she’d probably never leave considering it had been the only home she’d known her entire life.
So that meant she left her best friend, never even left a note. She’d written one for him, but never had the chance to actually give it to him. Well, a better interpretation would be that she was too scared to give it to him.
Taking a swig of the glass, she answered hesitantly, “Look, Wade, I’m so sorry about not sayin’ goodbye all those years ago. I just thought it would put more burden on Bluebell if I did. It was selfish, but I knew everyone here would convince me to stay. I would've never been happy if I didn't take that step.”
Wade swallowed his own spit, nodding, “Yeah, I hear ya’. I don’t blame you. I just missed my best pal’. Hurt to see you go without a goodbye.”
Tapping his hand with comfort, smiling at him, she’d tried to lighten the mood.
“Well, I’m here now! Since it’s been so long, I’d love to stop by your house to catch up. How’s the old pops’ doing?”
Wade sent a knowing smile, backing up to focus on other drinks, “You know, Crazy Earl. Always givin’ me a scare whenever the tides calm. Surprised it hasn’t happened yet considering the heat wave.”
Baby knocked on the bar wood, hoping to break his word so it wouldn’t come back to haunt him.
“Don’t jinx it now. I’d love to see em’ if you're comfortable.”
Kinsella held a hesitant glance, looking over at the opposite end of the bar. Looking over to see his glance, she’d met with the eyes of another woman. Brunette, petite, and absolutely stunning. Her under eyeliner complimenting her eyes, along with her unique fashion sense. The woman stood out like a sore thumb in a town like Bluebell, something Baby knew all too well.
Baby turned back to Kinsella, then back to the woman. They shared a known stare, like they’d exchanged a conversation with their eyes. One that indicated they've known each other for some time, which knotted her stomach.
Deciding it was best to push it down, like she’d always done. Cutting the tension and deciding to be casual about the obvious hesitancy in his answer.
Smiling, masking her secret jealousy, she’d teased Kinsella, “It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable, Wade. At least introduce me to your new girlfriend.”
This caused his head to jump up, absolutely horrified with her bold statement.
“She is- Dr. Hart is not my girlfriend.”
So she was the new doctor, she thought.
Getting up from her bar stool, mocking his statement.
“Well, since I haven’t been here in some time, I’ll introduce myself anyway. Besides, she’s the only face I haven’t recognized for the six hours of being back here. I’ll just ask her myself.”
Reaching out on the other end, he’d tried to stop her, “Baby, no-”
Already at the opposite end of the bar, she’d called the attention of Dr. Hart sitting with her wine glass in front of her. She’d looked up with settled annoyance, wondering who was standing beside her.
Sending her a welcoming smile, she’d introduced herself, “You’re probably wondering who Kinsella called ‘Baby’ just now. Happens’ more than ya’ think. My name is Baby, it’s nice to meet you.”
The woman raised her brow, unamused, "Your name is Baby?”
Not exactly showing surprise, hating the name as much as she did. She decided to make a joke out of it to cut the obvious tension arising.
“B-A-B-Y. That’s my name. My parents didn’t care too much about picking one, so they decided to state the first thing they saw when my mama pushed me out and just stuck with it.”
A slight pause settled, then sudden laughter. The doctor had laughed at her joke while reaching out her hand, introducing herself as well.
“Dr. Zoe Hart, I’m new here. Sorry for earlier. Just thought I would have to deal with another one of Wade’s crazy ex-girlfriends. Glad to see I was wrong…I hope.”
A bit of insecurity reached her stomach, knowing it would've never been like her to be associated with Wade as more than a best friend. She boiled it down, giving Dr. Hart a smile of reassurance.
Waving her hands in front of her, dismissing the label, “No no, Wade and I are nothing like that. We grew up together, we’d been friends for some time. I haven’t been back to Bluebell in about six years, so I thought of visiting. Got homesick.”
Motioning her to sit, Dr. Hart gave her a knowing smile, “Wanna talk about it?”
Baby gave her a warm smile in response, sitting comfortably in the bar stool next to her.
Walking home from the Rammer Jammer to the lodging was a struggle, hoping she didn’t twist her ankle with the amount of times she’d taken a shot that afternoon. Still a light weight at heart, which was ironic considering she’d been on par with the doctor.
Dr. Zoe Hart was an incredible woman to say the least. Wanting to be a cardio-thoracic surgeon, moving to Bluebell to take after her previously unknown father’s legacy. Dr. Ethan Hart was the doctor who helped deliver Baby, which definitely made her feel sentimental to know he’d had a daughter of his own.
Zoe grew up in New York City, which had been why she’d felt so out of place in the town. Everyone seemingly stuck to the same agendas, which was a culture shock to see Dr. Hart’s impression on the town’s new found openness to change.
Envious, Baby decided to keep the feeling so low it wouldn’t show once on her face. It was hard for her to acknowledge the fact that it was no one else’s fault but her own that she didn’t have the courage to break the norm. So she ran, like she always did.
Stumbling to find her footing, hoping she didn’t faceplant in the middle of town square. She hardly noticed the car that pulled beside her, recognizing its red exterior.
“Baby, get in the car. I’ll take you to your room.” Wade rolled the window on the passenger side door.
Eyes barely open, she’d looked to her side, giving her friend a toothy grin, “Hey, Wade. Thought you’d be home by now.”
Wade, having no humor in his tone, gets out of the car to make his way towards Baby.
“Youre still used to city life to understand that it’s dangerous this late. A gator could've eaten ya’ for all we know.” He’d made his way to her side, holding his hand on her lower back to usher her inside of his car.
She blew a raspberry, shuffling a bit, “A gator? Nah, hopefully a bear.”
Body flushed against Wade, hearing the sound of his breathing. Snapping out of her drunken daze, now well aware of her surroundings.
Suddenly flustered, she shooed his hand away, “I know how to walk, Kinsella. I’ve been able to do it for twenty-seven years.”
He laughed at her, ushering her into the car anyway, “Well by the looks of it you might need to take lessons from your mama again. You're stumbling like a newborn fawn.”
Rolling her eyes while sitting in the car, she’d snipped back, “Fuck you, Wade.”
He giggles, closing the door while saying, “That’s my girl.”
On the drive to the lodging, it had been a relatively silent car ride. Whether it had been the exhaustion of the jet lag, or her inability to spark a conversation with the one man that made her weak in the knees.
Wade Kinsella, a man who’d never known about his best friend’s unrequited fantasy.
She’d been pining for him for nearly thirteen years of her life, but never succeeded. Always met with the comfortability of the friend-zone, which she’d been fine with in order to still talk to her best friend. Seeing him go through girlfriends obviously made her hold back from confessing her love to the man, knowing it wouldn’t have been received the way she wanted.
By the looks of it, it seemed like he hadn’t changed a bit.
The letter from the night she’d left Bluebell, still crumpled from age, had been sitting in her suitcase for some time. It confessed everything she couldn’t say with words, hoping it covered all of it with every pen stroke.
Her vulnerabilities, something that she had the hardest time expressing.
Especially when she’d feared the perception of the town, judging her little girl fantasy with the town’s womanizer. It had been some time since the day she moved from Bluebell, but she hasn’t forgotten her love for the man sitting beside her.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to break out of her crush. Dating in Los Angeles had its perks, gaining experience while also getting over someone that she hadn’t even kissed. It might’ve been seen as pathetic, but she never shamed herself for it.
Well, until Roberts came along.
“I told Tucker to back off the woman. Always leading her on, but he’d been planning to marry Lemon by the end of the year.” Wade had been going on a tangent about current events during the whole drive. Which internally she’d been grateful for, but she’d been focused on other things in the moment.
“Mhmm, sounds like a nasty situation indeed.” She’d been facing the window, still calming down from the dizziness of her head.
Wade noticed her sudden lack of amusement, smiling to himself, “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I boring you? Has the city life reduced your attention span to mush already?”
Gasping, turning to him with an appalled expression, she responded, “Excuse me? Don’t blame my dull city life with your boring stories of a couple from high school, Wade.”
His eyes still on the road, he reached over to shove his finger to the side of her forehead. Causing her to let out a frustrated noise, which made him laugh.
“It’s not about old high school drama, Ms. B. It’s about my life, which you’d clearly have shown mighty investment in. Thought it would be appropriate to keep you well informed of what’s happening in it, that's all.”
Noticing the passive undertones of his comment, jabbing back, “Well, I’m sure the investment is mutual since you haven’t once asked about me during this whole car ride.”
He’d nearly stopped the car, but he let out a scoff to suffice.
“Excuse me, woman? I don’t know if your brain is all scrambled, due to the fact that you're a raging light weight, but you paraded your whole life in front of Dr. Hart back there. Enough for the whole bar to hear you. So, I don’t exactly have to ask.”
She’d held a confused look, embarrassed suddenly, “Everything? I said everything?”
He blew a raspberry, shaking his head, “Your relationship with your mama, your aspirations as a reporter, getting laid off about a week ago, and how you want to make things right with Bluebell before you’d take off again.”
Ignoring his previous statement, her anxiety bubbling in her chest, she’d questioned, “What about Roberts? Did I mention him?”
Shock in his face, he turned to her side, “I’m sorry, who?”
A ring from her pocket caused her to jump in her seat, quickly pulling it out of her jeans. Speaking of the devil, she thought to herself. Answering the phone with an annoyed sigh, greeting the man on the other end with an unamused welcome.
“What the hell do you want?”
The greeting caused Kinsella to hold a grimace, not wanting to get involved. He couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, since she’d been having it in his car. He’d only assumed the person on the other end was her mother, knowing they ended on bad terms.
Baby, how’s it going? The other end asked her.
“How’s it going? That’s all you got for me, Roberts?”
Wade looked towards his side, suddenly curious of the mysterious man that she’d referred to as ‘Roberts’ while holding this murderous look on her face. He’d only seen her like this occasionally, usually when she’d been teased in primary school.
It was different this time. Baby looked heart broken, lower lip quivering a bit when she spoke.
I know you're upset, Baby. Please, can we talk in person? The other man comforted.
Letting out a sigh, Baby thought about it for a moment. Realizing that she’d spent this whole time running from her issues, even if one of the biggest ones was sitting right next to her. She wasn’t going to succumb to poor coping mechanisms, not anymore.
“Fine, meet me here. At Bluebell.” Eyes rolling in annoyance.
I’ll be there in a day. Take care, Baby. The line ended at that moment.
Wade held a consoling look on his face, truly unsure whether or not he should get involved with his friend’s secret affairs. He’d never seen her so emotionally invested. Not in anyone, which irked him. He was convinced she’d truly cared for this person, which made an unknown feeling settle in his stomach.
“Is- uh- Is everything alright, Baby?”
Wiping a tear that threatened to escape, ridding the evidence, she answered, “I’m fine, Wade. Just the heat gettin’ to me, that's all. You were tellin’ me about Lemon and George, they gettin’ engaged?”
Her swift change in subject unsettled something in Wade’s mind. Not wanting to cross the boundaries she’d clearly set, he’d thought to just keep driving. Talking about the engagement, while his fist balled on the steering wheel a bit too tight.
Waking up after a night full of the unknown, well temporary unknown, Baby woke up with a slight headache. Heat caking her sweat, making it stick to her hair to her forehead, wishing for some relief when she’d made her way to the bathroom. She’d gulped down some water from the faucet.
Pouring some of it in her hands, wiping her face with the cold liquid. Sighing in relief, hoping the pounding of her head would ease. She’d jumped from her spot in front of the sink, hearing the ringtone of her cellphone increase the pains of her hangover.
Walking to the nightstand, while grabbing the phone, her eyes widened with shock.
Her ex-boyfriend was calling her. On her damn cellphone?
Panicked, she answered it. Concerned she might've done something she’d regretted the night prior when she’d gotten too carried away.
Hey Baby, I wanted to let you know that I’ll be in Bluebell in the evening. Finding a flight was quite difficult. You already know what the schedule is, but anything for you darling. See you soon.
“But-” The line ended without a word escaping her lips.
Shaking her arms, stomping like a child, she’d let out an aggravated groan. She didn’t want to see her shitty ex-boyfriend. It was the whole reason she wanted to have this getaway, to forget her responsibilities back at home.
It was too late to cancel, since he’d already been on the way here. It was almost noon, she’d already slept in way too late. She had no idea what to do, since her mind hadn’t settled from the last time she’d seen the man.
“God dammit!” She rushed to get ready. Putting on sweats with a loose white t-shirt, stumbling to put on her sneakers.
Leaving her lodging in a flash, rushing over to the Rammer Jammer.
Wade had been cleaning the bar countertop, swooning over the brunette that sat on the opposite end of the tables. Wine glass in hand, talking with Levon Hayes, the town mayor who she'd been friends with.
As he’d scanned to see who’d arrived at the door, he’d held a staple smirk in her direction.
“You feelin’ alright, Baby? Need me to help ya’ to your seat?”
Baby ignored the man talking, rushing to Dr. Hart with assumed confidence in her step. It was truly unmistakable fear, her face painted with immense dread. Baby made her way to where Levon and her sat, immediately out of breath.
“Dr. Hart, I need your help with something.”
Levon turned around, a smile spreading across his face, “Oh, hey Baby! I heard you were back in town. It’s nice to see you.”
His clear lack of reading the room made it a bit awkward.
Baby gave him a smile, trying to settle her panic, “Hey, Levon, how's it going?”
Just as he’d opened his mouth to answer, it was cut short. Noticing the woman in front of him looked as though she’d run a mile to get there.
Dr. Hart sprung out of her seat, ushering over to her new patient, “What’s wrong, Baby? Are you alright?”
Eyebrows contorting into the middle of her forehead, she’d let out a whine when saying, “It’s so much worse than you think, doc.”
Zoe, like it had been an unspoken rule, she’d immediately understood Baby’s panic. It had been about a boy, one she didn’t want to be caught alive with.
“Oh, boy.” Zoe ushered her to an open table. Sitting beside her as they motioned to sit.
Leaning forward, not wanting to speak above a whisper, she’d asked, “So, is this about a man?”
Baby nodded, gulping on nothing. Pushing her glasses up, sweat accumulating on her forehead from the heat.
“My ex-boyfriend, he’s on his way here. To Bluebell.”
Dr. Hart, shocked to hear the news, wanted to clarify, “Is he flying from L.A. to fix a mistake he’d made? How romantic. Why is this a bad thing?”
Hesitating, looking over at the two men looking over from the bar. Like they’d tried to attain the skill of mouth-reading at that moment.
“What do you think those ladies are talkin’ about?” Wade asked the man in front of him.
Levon cleared his throat, looking back at the bar away from the girls, “If I had to guess, Baby is havin’ some trouble with a guy.”
Wade, eyes popping out of his skull, denied the statement, “Baby? Havin’ boy trouble? Like she’d ever.”
Whether it was an insult or a word of sentiment, they both shot their heads back at the ladies’ table once Zoe stood up in her seat in dramatic fashion.
“He what!?” She’d shouted so loud for the whole bar to hear.
Their gazes shifted to the woman now holding her head down on the table, embarrassed. Zoe, enraged from the statement her new friend uttered in her ear moments prior.
Levon smiled, turning his way back to the bar while clarifying his previous assumption, “Yup, she’s having boy trouble.”
Baby’s head perked up from where she’d just had her head down, tears brimming her eyes. Zoe, embarrassed of her outburst, placed her hand on Baby’s. Determination written on her face, assurance with her tone.
“He will regret ever letting go of such a wonderful woman once he sees you tonight.”
Baby’s shock was apparent, it was like she’d heard a different dialect come out of Zoe’s mouth.
“What are you talkin’ about?” Turning her head to the side.
Zoe grabbed Baby’s arm, ushering her to get up. Telling her to wait by the entrance as she rushed to make a call, one calling her office to let them know she’d be showing up a bit late after her lunch. Chugging down her wine, immediately regretting it with a hackle.
Wade, giggling at the act, teased her, “Woah, what’s the rush, doc? Is Baby havin’ a heart failure she has to seek immediate medical attention for?”
Zoe, determined in her glare, indicated no sense of humor when saying, “You could say that.”
They rushed out of the Rammer Jammer, hoping to make it to the nearest shopping square with immediate attention.
Levon watched as they left, elongating his verbiage once he said, “Boyyyy troubleeee.”
Wade smacked Levon’s arm with humorous annoyance, causing the man to let out a slight chuckle at his correct assumption. While Wade turned to the bar, he couldn’t erase the picture of Baby’s face in his mind. Seeing her so heart broken, always at the cusp of crying. He’d felt a twinge in his heart, not wanting to know the answer to the bodily reaction.
“Dr. Hart, I don’t think this is the look I’m goin’ for.”
Tits out on display, nearly an entire open back. It was like she’d been a different woman, granted her modesty had been a very well known attribute of hers. There had been times during her journey as a reporter where she had to step out of her comfort zone, like it had been a uniform for work.
It was never out of her own comfort, which had been an entirely new playing field for her.
“Come on, Baby. You look amazing! How else is anyone going to see that gorgeous back tattoo if you don’t flaunt it?”
Baby did have a back tattoo. Not exactly seeing a reason for getting it; she thought it would be a good way to express her own independence at the moment. Roberts definitely liked looking at it, which made her stomach tie up in knots.
“It’s not doing too much? What if it’s too slutty?” Noticing the curvature of her waist, extenuating her hips beautifully.
Laughing, Zoe assured, “Oh trust me. City guys dive deep into slutty. He’d be an idiot to call you anything but a catch tonight.”
Smiling, feeling a sudden burst of confidence, she turned to the fitting room to change back into her regular clothes. Walking out with the dress in her hands, grabbing the pair of shoes to go with it, she’d paused at the lingerie section.
Heat rising in her flesh, she’d scanned over the variety of different laced panties. Not wanting to get too carried away, noting that this whole dinner was to get back at her ex-boyfriend for his shitty actions. Make him regret it all, while ultimately leaving him in the dark.
“I would go with those. Maybe you’d bring home another guy on the way to your room? Make sure to rub it in his face.” Zoe grabbed a white bralette to pair with the laced undies that complimented the dress she’d worn. Definitely something Baby wasn’t usually caught wearing, other than the comfort of her own home.
Well, Roberts had seen way more than a pair of lingerie, which still rose a familiar heat in her face. Not wanting to remember the effect he had on her within all their intimate moments.
While they ushered to pay, the woman behind the counter looked at Dr. Hart.
“All these for the night out, Dr Hart? Make sure you're not making a mistake you're gonna regret when this heat wave breaks.”
Zoe ushered her hands out, denying the implications, “No these aren’t for me. It’s Baby’s special night tonight.”
The cashier’s eyes popped out of her skull, looking over at the woman beside her. With her tiny glasses, tomboy-ish clothes, and worn out sneakers. The cashier wanted to see if there'd been another woman behind her, but to no avail it was true. It was all, Baby.
With her mouth hung open, she placed the clothing in a bag. Giving it to Baby, not saying a word as they both ushered out of the store.
As they made their way to the entrance, Zoe made a comment, “It looks like she’s not the only one to be stoked for the new look.”
They both giggled, making their way back towards the mayor's plantation, where Dr. Hart’s carriage house resided.
Looking in the mirror, she couldn't believe who she'd even seen on the other end. Doing her make-up, Zoe had assisted with the basics. Granted, all the skill came from Baby herself, which ultimately surprised her. She’d acquired monthly contacts, which she’d only used on rare occasions. She’d been grateful to pack them, since the tiny glasses weren’t the exact chic look she’d been trying to achieve.
“Holy moly. Girl you look so good, I’d even kiss you. Is that weird?”
Laughing, she’d turned to face Zoe, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “Yes, but I’m weirder.”
They both laughed, settling once they heard the front door open.
Kinsella, motioning over to the main room where they both stood. Looking over at Zoe first, hoping she’d solve the current bleed on his stomach that oozed into his shirt.
“Yo, doc. I nicked myself trying to fix my car, hoping for your magic touch.” He’d smiled flirtatiously at her.
Noticing she hadn’t been alone, he gazed over to a seemingly unknown person beside her.
“Oh, my bad. Didn’t know you had company. I’ll meet you back at the office.”
His flirtatious gleam stopped a moment, noticing a familiarity in the woman beside Dr. Hart. Nearly broke his jaw with the immediate identification he’d noticed once those familiar dimples were apparent.
“Well I should get goin’ anyway. He should be here within the next half hour. Feel better, Wade.”
Heels clinking every time she stepped, moving her way past the man with astute confidence. Hips swaying like an enchantress, like she’d been made to be a trap for any man or woman that looked her way. She’d outdone herself and she knew that. It only provided that much more confidence in her stride.
She’d touched his shoulder, granting him a comforting smile. It set off something so deep within him that immediately wanted to pull away from the woman in front of him.
She didn’t notice him tense, since she’d turned behind her to give Dr. Hart a wave, “Thanks for this, Dr. Hart. Bluebell would be lost without cha’.”
Zoe giggled, watching her friend walk out of the carriage house. Looking over at visually stunned Wade, noticing the cut across his stomach. He’d still hadn’t said anything, not even when Zoe ushered him outside of the carriage house.
“What do you mean the reservation is canceled?!” Baby yelled at her telephone in frustration.
The reservations for Francies’, a well known place for dates in the city. It had been the only place in Bluebell that had catering, which she’d known that her bougie ex-boyfriend would've had a preference for. Mobile haven been a couple hours away, she knew Francie’s was the only place to have the conversation.
The only other place was the Rammer Jammer, which definitely wasn’t accustomed to the attire she wore.
Hanging up the phone, leaving the hostess on the other end from speaking their formalities, she’d wanted to rush to her room to change. She knew this idea was a poor judgement on her part, wanting to seek comfort with what she’d known best.
That was until a fancied vehicle pulled up, parking nearby. A gentleman got out of the car, one that screamed entitled. He had a slick back, loose hairs complimenting his chiseled jawline. He’d been tall, posture straight. Everything on him was clean, from his nice dress shirt, tanned slacks to his shiny loafers. Roberts was a well known reporter in Los Angeles, one prestigious in class and title.
He’d not only been her ex-boyfriend, but he was also her old boss. He’d been the same man to lay her off a week prior.
Even with that being said, that’s not even the worst part about the man.
Him holding a panty dropping smile, he’d made his way to her direction, “Baby, it’s so nice to see you.”
Trying not to throw up in her mouth, she’d sighed, “Hi, Roberts.”
Holding her chin up, causing her to swat it away, he’d smiled at her defiance, “Don’t be like that, honey. I know you're still mad at me, but you don't want to go into dramatics.”
Almost gritting her teeth, she’d replied with frustration, “Mad doesn’t even scratch the surface, honey.” Venom etched into the last word as she spoke.
Laughing at her ferocity, he’d let out a click of his tongue, “Still as spicy as ever. Perfect foreplay.”
Letting out a breath of obvious disgust, she replied, "You're disgusting.”
Looking at his watch, he’d ignored her comment, asking, “So where are we taking this sexual tension for tonight? A restaurant, or are we skipping straight to the bedroom? Hopefully not one with a gator.”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, knowing the man had only one intention of making it up to the woman in front of him. Fucking the resentment out of her was something that her ex-boyfriend did quite frequently, which never truly gotten rid of it. No matter how many times he’d push to outdo her expectations, nothing ever stuck.
“Reseverations cancelled when you got here. So, we will have to make due with the only place that serves enough booze to refrain me from ripping your throat out with my teeth.” She hadn’t been joking.
Smiling at her statement,taking what she said as flirting, he’d given her a once over, “Well, lets get going. I don’t know how much longer I can go on without wanting to rip something of my own with my teeth.”
Anger bubbling in her skull, she’d walked ahead of Roberts. Motioning him to follow.
She only had one place she’d known would crush his ego, which was the only place that she’d known to keep her mind off his clear flirtatious advances. One that she’d known was her childhood crush as the bartender.
Walking into the Rammer Jammer, it was nothing short of a surprise for the whole crowd that sat within to witness. Baby, the presumed tom-boy, had looked like she’d been pulled out of a fashioned magazine. While a fancied, handsome young man stood beside her, giving the establishment a disgusted once over.
“Are we staying here? If I’d known I would’ve brought a roll of wipes. Maybe even bleach. Nope, bleach isn’t strong enough.”
Pulling his arm, pushing him forward, she’d let out an annoyed grumble.
“Youre trying to make it up to me, remember? Sit your ass down.” She let out an annoyed grumble of curses to herself.
Sitting down, it felt as though the whole establishment had their eyes on her. Which suddenly made her feel insecure, arms crossing over her chest to hide within herself. She hurried herself into the chair, looking at the man’s disgust at the cutlery and tabletops.
He’d reached to get his phone out of his pocket, looking over at Baby, “This is ridiculous. I’ll just see if a place in Mobile has an open table for us. We can’t stay here-”
“Welcome, folks. I’m Wade, I’ll be here if you have any questions.”
Looking up at him, she’d seen his eyes shooting lasers at the man in front of her. Jaw clenched, veins popping out of his forehead. He hadn’t once looked over at the woman sitting so close to where he stood, he could practically feel the heat off of her.
Roberts, stopping his actions, looked up at Wade like he’d been a familiar face. Looking over at Baby with an expression that only was presumed ill-intent.
He’d reached his hand out, “So, you're the Wade that my Baby keeps talking about.”
She wanted to crawl into her own body and escape. Not wanting to be a part of whatever crazy conversation this was about to start.
Wade shook his hand, giving it a firm squeeze, maybe a bit too firm.
“Yeah, guess that would be me.” Wade still bore eyes with the man.
Roberts let out a taunting laugh, retreating his hand to rest it on the table in front of him, “Why so uptight, man? Is it the heat?”
Wade sends a laughter, lacking humor, in return. Stating, “You know those Alabama heat waves, man. Bring out the worst in folks’ around here.”
“Ah, I see. Won’t take it personally then. Since you clearly want my head gone with the way you're starin’ at me.” Roberts' jaw clenched with the last word he spoke.
Trying to ease the tension, she’d tried to gently divert the conversation, “How’s the cut, Wade? Did Dr. Hart patch you up already?”
Looking over at her for the first time since Zoe’s carriage house, he had anger glossed over his eyes. Trying to mask it with a flirtatious smile, shining his whites at Baby.
“Nothing you gotta worry about, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart? She internally repeated to herself.
It caused Baby to internally jump in her seat, hearing him call her a name so endearing. It made her whole face flush, goosies travel up her skin.
Roberts’ blew a raspberry, expressing clear boredom, “Alright, are you guys secretly fuckin’ now or what? Did you move on that quick, Baby?”
The statement that was heard caused Baby to snap out of the trance she’d caught up in. Making the bile traveling up her throat so putrid.
“Thanks for your hospitality, Wade. I got it covered from here.” She managed to utter out.
Wade had looked over at her face, trying to contain the rage within him. It hadn’t been helpful since the man on the other end wouldn’t stop talking.
Roberts, egging Wade on, kept going with his taunts, “That’s right. Be a good boy and go catch some fish for us to eat. This menu itself is a health code violation."
Wade dropped his towel that rested on his shoulder, walking over to his side of the table, “Keep talkin’, Romeo.”
Roberts’ smirked, getting up in his seat now, “Romeo, huh? Only wish you’d been something of the sort yourself. Since I’d have your precious Juliet bent over for me and not you.”
“Keep runnin’ your mouth, asshole.” Wade grabbed the collar of Roberts’ dress shirt, clearly wanting to use his other hand to punch the lights out of him. A fight, Baby knew, Roberts’ would lose.
One thing about her ex-boyfriend was that he was all talk. Wade knew how to fight, he’d leave him in a state that even Dr. Hart wouldn’t be able to resuscitate him.
Standing up in her chair, tired of the conflict, shouting, “Children!”
Both of them stopped, looking over at her direction.
Holding clear exhaustion in her tone, motioning them both to stop with her hands, “Wade, get your hands off of him. Roberts’, within’ the kindness of my soul, shut your fuckin’ mouth.”
The boys let go, motioning themselves to provide distance. Wade gave him a death stare, moving to the end of the table where Baby stood.
Husky voice whispering in her ear, “I’ll have your whiskey in a moment, baby.”
Wade gave her a look, indicating he’d implied the name with a different meaning. She’d tried to ignore the heat that traveled up her neck, giving him an awkward lined smile. Nodding her head, as he’d motioned to the bar.
Roberts’, sighing in relief, fixed his collar, “Really, Baby? Him? I’d presumed maybe he’d be a lot less dirty lookin’, but he looks like he showers in grease.”
Looking at him now, biting the urge to scream, she spat out, “You have a lot of nerve.”
“Don’t tell me you're offended now. Look at this place, Baby. I understand why you wanted to leave so badly. You would've never made it far here.” Opening his arms to grant attention to the space around them.
Tears brimming her eyes, biting back at his insult to her home, “You have no right to be judging where the hell I’d started my life, comparing it to your privileges.”
“Like it matters anyway. You just want to go back to Los Angeles. I can see it in your face.”
She’d started shouting, not because she didn’t care, but she was tired of the world demeaning her life like it had been theirs to judge. Letting out a pained noise, tears now escaping as she spoke.
“How could you even say that? Knowing what the hell you’ve done to me? To us?”
The whole establishment turned to face them. Baby didn’t care, she kept going.
“How could I want to go to a place like that, knowing any semblance of anything reminds me of you? We built a home, but that wasn’t even enough for you.”
Roberts’ chuckled, not taking her words seriously, “Like it had been entirely my fault, Baby. You were gone. Like you’d disappeared no matter how many times I’d tried to bring you back. Your mind was somewhere else, or on someone else.”
Baby bit the side of her cheek, trying to bite back sobs, “You don’t get to do that.”
Roberts’, tilting his head to taunt her, “Oh, so I assume you haven’t told him yet.”
Slamming her fist on the table, causing everyone in the vicinity to jump.
“Did we forget why you even are here, Roberts’? Need I remind you, our relationship was gone as soon as you brought another woman into our bed. Our bed. That was before you laid me off of a job because I stopped having sex with you.”
Roberts’ charisma died, settling with a masked embarrassment. Swaying side to side, while side-eyeing the man behind the bar. Wade had held a shocked expression, one that expressed as much heartbreak as Baby had been pouring out. Same with everyone else in that room.
She’d walked over to the bar, grabbing the drink that had been placed on the counter. Not even making eye contact with Kinsella. Now standing in front of Roberts’, pouring the contents of the glass on top of him. He didn’t even motion for her to stop, he’d just occasionally mess with his eyes due to the sting of the alcohol.
Placing the glass on the table, holding a tight expression of distaste, the last tear escaped her eye that ruined her pretty makeup.
“I know why you're here, Roberts’. You got a call earlier that a job opening from our competitors hired me to take their open position, so you wanted me back.”
Leaning towards him, now taunting him, “Now, I may not be all tits like that skank was, but I’m a goddamn good reporter. You know as well as anyone, so you flew all the way here to try to cover your careless mistake.”
Roberts’ looked around, noticing everyone's eyes on him. Knowing she’d been bashing on his reputation to a bunch of residents in Bluebell, Alabama.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I know I messed up. Please, let me make it up to you.” He grazed her cheek to try to wipe the tears staining them.
She flinched, moving away from his touch like it burned her.
“You can’t fuck your way out of this one, Roberts. Good talk.” Baby grabbed her belongings out of her chair, walking over to the entrance with intent. Not once looking back to see the reaction of the establishment to the now lone businessman that stood with whiskey staining his designer shirt.
Sobbing into her lap, leaning against the ottoman of her lodging, she’d desperately tried to stop the heartache corrupting her. She wished to have chugged the whiskey instead of pouring it on him, not wanting to waste the only thing that would help ease the pain. Haven threw her heels by the bed, already taking out her contacts to put on her tiny glasses. Wiping off her makeup - feeling every vulnerability.
She heard a knock on her hotel door. Causing her to jump, shooting her head up.
Annoyed, assuming it had been Roberts’ again, stated, “Go away, Roberts’. Haven’t you humiliated yourself enough?”
A voice on the other end replied, “I don’t think he has. Maybe we could put worms in his designer shoes?”
The voice familiar, caused her to spring up from where she sat and opened the door. The blonde hair, chestnut hazel blue eyes, chiseled jawline with the white beater with a chain; a persona only befitting Wade Kinsella.
“Oh god, Wade. Sorry you had to see that.”
He gave a comforting smile, holding a bottle in his hands, “Not here to make you feel bad about it. Can I come in?”
Smiling, she ushered him inside. Closing the door behind her.
“And as much as I’d love to see his reaction, it would only feel right to only do that to Lemon.” She giggled.
Wade smiled, placing the bottle on the hotel side table, “She hasn’t forgotten about that by the way. No matter how many times I tried tellin’ er it wasn’t you. Ever since you'd shown up, she can’t stop talkin’ about it.” Lemon was the woman that kept teasing Baby in primary school. She’d been the victim to the worm-sandwich, which immediately stopped her rullish teasing then on.
Grabbing the styrofoam cups by the hotel coffee machine, giving it to Wade to pour the contents into the cup. Thanking him once he’d filled her glass, sitting at the end of the ottoman where she’d found comfort.
Wade went to the opposite side of the room, sitting on the floor across from her, leaning against the wall. Sipping his glass, holding a hesitant look on his face.
Smiling at him, reading his intent like it'd been the back of her hand, “What is it, Kinsella? I know you want to tell me somethin’.”
Taking another swig of his cup, he cleared his throat, “Everything okay with you?”
Giving him a lined smile, indicating his question was obviously answered from the night she’d just showcased, he apologized.
Not wanting to come off as harsh, she reassured, “I appreciate your concern, Wade. I’m doin’ alright. I wasn’t the one who embarrassed themself tonight.”
Wade laughed, taking another swig, poking fun, “Yeah, it was obviously the guy that had a last name as their first name. What a dreamboat.”
The joke made Baby spit out the drink she just tried sipping, noting that Kinsella’s statement had totally been true. Making them both bust out with gentle laughter, belly fluttering with olden joy of the past. They’d shared moments of the past in the moment while sharing the bottle, memories when they were both younger.
As they drank more, the more the room spun. Causing Baby to lay down on the hotel floor, eyes staring at the ceiling as the world swirled in her vision. Wade was no better, laying beside her as they both stared at the ceiling.
A chuckle caught her attention, making her look over at his face.
“Was’ so funny, Kinsella?” Slight slurs of her verbiage apparent.
He giggled, looking at the ceiling, “Last time I’d seen you this drunk, it was your twenty-first. All stumbly and mumbly. It was cute.”
Maybe it was the alcohol making him a lot more forward with his feelings, but it made a heat creep up in her lower belly. Causing her to look at the ceiling again, hiding her sudden flush of emotion.
Wade, not noticing, went on, “It was also the day after, when you left.”
The statement brought her mood down immediately, causing a wave of guilt and sadness to course through her. She thought to listen, not hearing Wade open up about his feelings often unless it was about his family.
He turned to face her, eyes full of vulnerability, “Why’d you have to go, Baby?”
She turned to face him this time, feeling the weight of his stare on her cheek. Stumbling to find an answer, she thought of the first thing that came to her head.
“It was my mother.” stating with hesitancy, which had been a half-truth.
Not fully believing it, he turned to the ceiling, “I’ve known you for a good fifteen-years of my life back then. You didn’t care what people thought of you, let alone your mother. Now you're telling me it was because of her you never said goodbye to anyone?”
Sighing, feeling the conversation turning into conflict, “Wade, you're drunk. Maybe we should have this conversation tomorrow.”
Chuckling to himself, he shook his head, “How do I know if I got enough time to do so, Baby? What would stop you from leavin’ tomorrow mornin’ with that hope in my head?”
Emotion bubbling in her throat, already exhausted from the day’s endeavors, “Wade, I’m sorry for leavin’. I told you already. If I never left that night I would've never left at all. You know my aspirations were always a reach in this town, so I thought you’d understand.”
Nodding his head, now getting up from where he laid, turning to her gaze, “I woulda’ supported you. You just made it seem like it never mattered. Our friendship, or this town never mattered to you.”
The statement left her shocked, watching Wade get up to his feet to grab the empty bottle from the table. Baby sat up from where she laid, still feeling slightly dizzy.
Stumbling her words, trying to find logic from the drunken emotion, “You do matter to me, Wade. You have always been so important to me. Along with the people here. How could you say that to me?”
Tears brimming her eyes, sudden bile reaching her throat. Wade made his way to the front door, looking at her get up from where she sat with a slight wobble of her legs.
“This whole time, I’d thought maybe it had been a selfish decision. You’d want a better life outside the city that raised you, like everyone else did. Forgettin’ what was built here; connections. Now, you come home. Everyone realized tonight that you’d just pushed them away for your own benefit. To push them away from letting them see how miserable you are.”
Eyes, raw from crying, only pained when they started once more.
Baby, desperately trying to build those walls again, snapped back, “Like you have any right to tell me that, Kinsella.”
He made his way to her, pushing past his placement near the front door, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Continuing, she pushed towards him, “Wade Kinsella, the town's womanizer. Who hasn’t slept with this guy? Hope he settles down soon, before it’s too late. Sound familiar?”
Chuckling, he let out a breath, “I’d least expected that coming out of your mouth, Baby. Real classy.”
Motioning forward, nearly within six feet from him, she continued, “We are grown, Kinsella. Maybe some of that should be a wake up call! Have you told Dr. Hart about your feelings for her yet?”
He stepped forward a bit, “Wouldn’t you like to know, reporter? Would you like that on the record?"
Huffing, she turned around with annoyance, “Unbelievable.”
“What’s unbelievable is your sudden taste for the privilege. Did it feel nice while it lasted?”
Mouth agape, she stepped in front of Wade to be close to his face, “Watch it, Kinsella.”
He leaned in close, to where their noses touched, “You threatening me with a worm-sandwich? Not like you have enough whiskey to pour on my head, Baby.”
Breath coming out in long drags, feeling the anger pool in her face, “You want to know why I left, Kinsella? Huh?”
His face, anguished, asked, “Why is that?”
She leaned in close, enough to be within inches of his lips, “It was because of you.”
He’d been stunned, stepping back within a moment. Processing her words, eyebrows contorting in confusion.
“I don’t understand.” He’d tilted his head.
Baby, holding a tight grimace, motioned forward, “You are truly oblivious, Wade.”
He’d paused for a moment, before it hit him. No, before it absolutely destroyed him. The one person he’d thought of to be his only support system, had left because of him. She loved him so much, it pained to see him walk all over it without a care. Like it was with Roberts’ that night, wanting more but receiving false promises.
That night, during her twenty-first, she’d been alone that morning. Comforted by her best friend, hearing his blabbering aspirations in life. Wanting more than to just leave town, join the army like his brother did. Not wanting to carry the responsibilities of taking care of his pops’, holding the burden of starting his life later. Hoping she’d hear this with drunken ears, not knowing it would change her perspective forever.
Her childhood, she’d spent yearning for the man in front of her. Wanting nothing more than to provide the comfort he’d needed, someone who’d understood his situation. Not realizing, she’d just turned out to be the same as him.
Longing for a future, wanting to make something of herself. Baby made a decision that day, wanting to leave Bluebell for the sake of her future. Her mother wanted something more for her. To be the perfect daughter, taking care of her needs like she’d been tasked with a job. Baby never wanted a life of longing anymore, she’d wanted to be someone.
Yet, she’d landed with the short end of it. Moving to Los Angeles, meeting a guy at the company she’d applied to. Ended up finding out he’d been an executive, decided to date the man anyway. Always longed for his attention, always met short. She’d pushed through, ended up scoring a spot with another agency.
Yet, she’d never felt so lonely.
Standing in front of Wade, she’d only been reminded of her naive hopes. Wanting to make something of herself, but he's honestly right. She was miserable, maybe that’s why it had pushed her to come back to rekindle what had been broken.
Baby, walking over to her suitcase, grabbed a small letter that was crumpled with age. Handing it to Wade, hoping he’d take it.
“What is this?” Hesitant with taking the letter, still holding it within his hand.
She sighed, answering, “A letter I was supposed to give to you when I’d left Bluebell after my twenty-first.”
His breath shook, looking down at the letter in his hand.
Baby stepped back, motioning him to the door, “Read it, yourself. Outside this door. Depending on what you decide, I’ll be here. I’ll be fine with whatever decision you make, Wade.”
He let out a breath, slightly nervous, “What is that supposed to mean, Baby?”
She smiled, reassuring him, “You’ll see.”
As he made his way out the door, it shut within a moment. His eyes scanned hers, until the very last moment the door intercepted their eye contact.
I’d hope this is received well. Knowing the panic happening about now. I can imagine the fright my sudden absence is bringing to Bluebell. I know this was a sudden change, not expecting it myself.
I at least wanted to be honest with you, Wade. Not sure where to start with it, since I hadn’t really been this honest with anyone. It helps writing this drunk, which you’d clearly made sure to take care of the mess the night prior.
I guess I could start with that. You’re a good friend, Wade. Always sticking with those you care about, defending people of this community like it’s family. Going out of your way to make people feel heard - appreciated like it’s home. That’s why it was so easy to talk to you, knowing someone with just as much chaos as I would understand where it came from.
Being there when my parents fought, letting me stay in your dad’s house. Always ushering me to ignore the messes, even if it made me feel safe knowing I’d have a home to run to. When I'd get teased, you’d help get the spray cans and the smelly socks to get them back. Like I’d done to help you and George Tucker get back at Jimmy Praboo, even if it bit you in the ass afterwards.
You’d shown me courage. Especially the courage to get me out of this town. I know, probably not what you want to hear right now. Just listen and don’t rip the paper yet.
I know you’d probably not been aware, but I’d heard everything you’d said to me this morning. I know, I know. You're definitely fighting the urge to throw this paper out. It brought a new perspective within myself, to want to move past these responsibilities. Yeah, it may be a naive way of living, but you inspired me to be unapologetic about my dreams. My drive to be a better person, to be there for myself. You’d always done that, Wade. Always so damn good at it too. God has favorites.
I don’t want to leave this town, knowing the man that showed me what love felt like would still be here. It brings me comfort knowing the man will always be unapologetically himself, helping those without a worry of his own.
I just hope you celebrate this with people who love you, Wade. With those who care just as much as you do for others. Please take care of yourself. Who else is supposed to be my biggest fan when I fly my private jets? Also, say bye to everyone for me, I’d only had time to write you one, haha.
See you in L.A. in my mansion,
P.S. Actually, don’t call me, I’m a busy lady.
Waiting on the other side of the ominous looking door, she’d felt like the world was on her shoulders at that moment. Pacing back and forth, looking at the clock every now and then. Seeing that thirty-minutes had passed, it was about the time she'd felt was enough to stop avoiding the obvious rejection.
He hadn’t knocked once, which she’d only assumed he’d left.
Baby remembered the letter being quite cheesy, not really knowing how to express her feelings without sounding like a little girl at heart.
Walking over to the front door, waiting to see an empty hallway on the other side. What she didn't expect was Wade hovering his fist over the door, standing in the motion. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, she didn't know if this had been a hallucination that protected herself from the obvious rejection.
“Wade?” She questioned. Wanting to make sure his presence was tangible.
He’d moved inside the room, causing her to back up with every step he took. Trying to read his face, not sure what clouded his mind. He’d looked conflicted, unsure what to do with himself. It was unlike Kinsella to do, since he’d exuded confidence with every action he took. Unapologetically himself.
She’d started to get nervous, stumbling with words, “Are you alright?”
Still nothing out of the man in front of her. The baby walked behind her, grabbing her phone from her night side table.
“Look, I can call Dr. Hart if this is stress induced. Even if it’s late, maybe she’d answer-”
Once she looked up, Wade was standing in front of her. He’d grabbed her phone from her hands, throwing it on the hotel side table with a thud. Assuming his reaction was out of frustration, Baby immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry for what I said about Dr. Hart. It was out of place. Let’s just talk about this, Wade.”
A hand cupped her cheek, causing a shudder to escape her mouth. The hand moved upward, its warmth trailing to take the glasses off of her face. Blurred vision, occupied every slow motion Wade made with his hand.
The intensity of his stare was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Unsure what it meant.
He placed her glasses where her phone was, still looking at her face with conflicting emotions behind them. Hand grazing back to her cheek, trailing down to her chin, tilting her head up.
“No need for a doctor, Baby. I know exactly what I need.”
Heart thumping out of her chest, practically ramming into her skull. Still in denial of the present, she’d do anything to escape the moment.
“You don’t…You don’t know what you're saying, Wade.” He made a flirtatious smile, enough to make Baby’s knees weak. Always had and always will.
Swiping his thumb on her bottom lip, saying, “Weren’t you the one sayin’ we are grown?”
He’d inched closer, making it nearly impossible for the woman in front of him to breathe. All she could do is nod her head, dazed from the touch the man had been giving her.
“So since I’m grown. I can make my own decisions, right?” His other hand snaked to her waist, pulling it forward to bring her lips closer to his.
“Is this a decision that you're making with the right head, Kinsella?” She managed to tease.
He let out a shuddered breath at the comment, moving them over to the side table where the bottle rattled with the sudden movement. Still hovering lips, just enough to feel their breath against them.
“Oh, Baby…you have no idea.” His left hand trailed to the back of her neck, lips barely touching, but enough to feel the heat on them.
Breathing short, still finding it hard to move, she clenched her hands against the edge of the table. Not motioning to touch him back, not wanting to commit until she’d been sure.
“Feelin’ a little historic, Wade? You gettin’ all worked up once I've shown the ankle now, huh?”
He’d grabbed her chin, gently moving it to gain access to her neck. Bending down, breathing in her scent. The act made her shiver, as he traveled up her nape to her ear. Breath heavy, like he’d been trying to restrain himself from absolutely losing it.
Whispering sweetness in her ear, right hand holding her jaw in place, “I’ve always known you’d been beautiful, Baby. I don’t know why it took you so long to realize that.” The statement absolutely shattered her, reducing herself to mush. Trying to save her dignity, she tried her last and final attempt to restrain herself.
“The heat, this will pass. Right?”
Growing slightly frustrated, he’d finally taken action. His tongue swipes a spot underneath her ear lobe, granting a shallow breath to escape her. Wet heat soddening her laced panties, which she’d pathetically tried chasing a release. Noticing her restlessness in the sudden jut of her hips, he moved his right hand from her jaw to her waist.
Mouth swiping over neck, sucking gently, even leaving small bites in his wake. Kissing the bruising, motioning back to her earlobe, whispering in her ear.
“Your Romeo said he tried his hardest to get you outta’ that old noggin of yours? Right?” He used his left hand, wrapping it to the back of hers. She’d confusingly nodded, wondering why he’d mentioned Roberts’ at an intimate moment like this.
“Maybe he didn’t try hard enough.” He leaned forward, laying Baby down fully on the table.
“Wade-” She’d panicked in the moment.
“Trust me, Baby. I’m not going anywhere. Not like I’d ever want to.” He caressed her right thigh with his right hand, riding it up her leg.
He’d lowered himself to his knees, table tall enough to meet him where his head met her heated cunt. Reaching his right hand to push her waist forward in order to meet his head at the edge of the table.
He spoke as he got rid of her dress, exposing her laced panties, “You wondered where my head's at, sweetheart?”
Baby’s vocabulary reduced to ‘yes’s and shuddered breaths, since her soddened pussy had spoken for herself. Wade’s pupils blew out wide, shaking a breath of desperation with every word he spoke.
“Let me show you, baby.” The last word was let out in a desperate breath. Altering the meaning of the name to a more intimate pet name, which made her internally squeal.
Breaking her defiance, giving into her overwhelming pleasure, she nodded her head.
“Words for me, baby. I know that mouth works.”
His fingers swiped a line down her slit, causing a whine to escape her mouth as she answered, “Yes, Wade.”
He smirked, feeling the effect he’d had on her with just a few words. Swiping his finger once over, causing her to shudder her breath in the moment. Propping herself on her elbows, watching his hand work on her laced panties with light teases.
A light tease grazed over her sensitive clit with a swipe, causing her to jut her hips out of desperation. He’d lightly laughed, noticing her sudden clinginess to his touches.
“Quit laughin’, Kinsella. Actually do something about it.”
Smiling, he leaned forward, enough for her to feel his breath on her panties, “Yes, ma'am."
Taking a lick for experimentation, it immediately clouded his better judgment. He’d fully started making out with her laced cunt, lapping up the wetness that pooled out with intensity. The shudders of breaths caught in her throat, trying her best to conceal her noises to not appear needy.
Noticing, he’d moved her panties to the side, her pussy on full display. Looking up at her expression, not once breaking eye contact as he began licking her labia. Causing her to hiss, not breaking the sexual staring contest he’d set.
His tongue moved forward from the labia, reaching her clitorous. Causing her to bite the inside of her cheek, bracing for impact. Like it's been a challenge, he’s started making out with her clit, switching from flicking with his tongue to lapping the labia. Moving up again to give her clit love again, swirling his tongue like an olympian at eating pussy.
Whines break from her throat, causing her to jut her hips with every swirl of his tongue. Instinctively reaching to his hair, fingers running through his blonde mane. Tugging him closer, applying more pressure to his descent on her clit. It caused him to groan, moving his hands to the sides of her waist to apply impossibly more pressure.
Moaning, she’d broken the staring contest by laying her head back on the table. Back arching, Wade’s descent only increased its ferocity. One of his hands, moving from her waist, met his mouth to spread open her folds.
He’d pushed two of his thick fingers in her pussy, ushering them in out with the rhythm of his tongue on her clit. Motioning his fingers in an arched movement, causing more obscenities to escape her mouth. Feeling the bundling of intense hot pleasure rest in her lower belly, causing tears to brim her eyes.
“Sh- shit. Wade, I’m comin’ soo- fuck.”
Groaning into her pussy, his fingers retreated back to holding her waist. Feeling the absence for only a split moment, until he’d been fully tongue fucking her, nose nudging her clit with every movement.
The bottle on the table rutted with every motion of his head. The feeling makes Baby grab the edge of the table with one of her hands, using the other to squeeze his hair. Legs nearly suffocating the man, only egging him further. White, hot pleasure gathered behind her eyes, causing her to only say the man’s name before coming all over his mouth.
Lapping every drop gathering on his mouth, wetness from the endeavor painting his chin. He’d helped her ride her orgasm, until the moment she’d dig her heel in his back. Ushering to stop his descent on her clit, making her nearly scream.
“Wade!” She had to nearly kick him off of her.
Leaning back, eyes completely dazed, he assured, “Sorry, got a bit carried away. Maybe it's the heat.” He teased with a shit eating grin.
Chin still glistening with her wetness, moving over to meet her now annoyed glare. She’d leaned forward, meeting his face halfway.
Grinning back at him, shaking her head, “You’re unbelievable.”
He bragged, jokingly, “So I’ve been told.”
Feeling the confidence bloom in her belly, she’d finally been the one to break the initial hesitancy of kissing. Grabbing his chin, she placed her hand on his cheek. Placing a finger on his lower lip, motioning him to open his mouth slightly. He’d done it with a quiet breath, feeling her tongue pool into his mouth. Experienced, intentional. Sensual with the amount of passion behind it. He’d initially expected a couple of small ones as a warm up. She’d lapped his tongue with hers, moaning once she’d tasted herself.
Her arms grabbed around his neck, deepening the kiss. Nearly swooned in the moment, his knees shook a bit from the intensity. Breaking the kiss suddenly, he’d let out a shallow breath. Both of them are short of oxygen, looking at each other.
“You were sayin?” She gave him a shit eating grin in return.
He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who looked like a typical a-typical tomboy, inexperienced with dating. She’d nearly had him weak in the knees from just a kiss, which rarely occurred with many women in his experience.
“You’re drivin’ me crazy, woman.” He reached to get her off the table. Reaching behind her to zip down her dress, pushing it down to reveal her matching laced set from her adventures that afternoon.
Grabbing her chin now, deepening a kiss as he lifted her from where she stood. Wrapping her legs around his waist as they made their way to the bed. Dropping her in dramatic fashion, he’d motioned to take off her panties. Once he had ridden them, throwing them to an unknown place in the room.
She’d leaned forward, motioning him to take off his shirt. He’d happily obliged with a huge grin, helping her to stretch the fabric over his abs and pectorals. It was a drooling sight, for sure. Blonde chest hairs decorated his pecs, her hands trailing down his abdomen.
Pulling him by the waist band, she looked at him with every movement of loosening his belt. Watching his eyes blow out with an intensity he’d never experienced, watching no hesitancy with every movement of her hands.
“Is this the same Baby that tackled boys in rugby? What happened to you? Whatcha’ do to her?”
Palming the obvious bulge in his boxers, he hissed, biting back a groan.
She moved her hand, squeezing slightly, “All grown up, remember?”
He laughed, grabbing her torso to move upward from the bed to the pillows. He’d stayed knelt backwards, standing at the edge of the bed. Stepping out of his jeans, leaving the obvious bulge in his boxers apparent. Pre-cum staining a tiny pool in them.
Moving his hands to the waistband of his boxers, he finally pulled them down. Eyes glued on his length, noticing the immediate intimidation she’d felt in the moment. Roberts was average, usually got the job done when needed. Wade was beyond that, with size and girth. No wonder women were all over him, the sight alone is enough to get the job done.
“You wanna’ picture, Baby?” She shot up to his gaze, realizing she’d been staring for an embarrassingly long time.
She teased back at him, “Only if it’s not all for show.”
Motioning up slowly to meet her face, she’d spread her legs to have him rest between them. Lining his cock to her entrance, teasing the tip within her folds to gather its wetness.
He’d whispered in her ear, before slowly pushing inside of her, “I don’t know. You tell me, sweetheart.” The stretch made her eyebrows contort, mouth hang loose as he began pushing further until he’d just nearly kissed her cervix.
A shudder of breath exchanged them both. Trying to adjust to this profound pleasure they’d never experienced before. It’s like their first times all over again, shattering their skin and bones with immense intensity.
“Fuck-” Wade readjusted his position. Noticing the sudden squeeze of her cunt was suddening jolts of pleasure down his spine.
“Maybe it was all for show, Kinsella.” Baby teased, whispering in his ear with a steamed breath.
That did it. It was enough to break any semblance of self-restraint that he’d had. Not knowing where this profound eagerness came from, it promoted the sudden jut of his hips. Causing the woman to gasp, feeling the tip kiss a spot deep within her that made her see stars. Not saying anything back, Kinsella kept rocking his hips with the brutal pace he’d set.
Lapping his tongue against the nape of her neck. Hands traveling down to her waist, holding them there as he’d rocked the bedframe with brutal thuds. Moans escaped her mouth every time he’d touch the spongy spot inside of her with his cock.
Relentless, he’d never quit his brutal pace. Snaking one of his hands, grabbing her jaw for her to open. Placing his thumb there, watching her take it in her mouth. Swirling the tip of his appendage, looking at him with every movement.
“Never thought to be hearing your sweet voice, Baby. Truly is a blessin’.’” He jut his hips forward, causing her to let out a whine. Not being able to moan, from his thumb padding the center of her tongue.
“Been pining for me all those years. All you coulda just said is you needed some lovin’, I’m sorry for making this pussy wait for so long.” He used his wet thumb to move past her abdomen, all the way down to her bundle of nerves.
A strangled moan escaped her lips, loud enough for any person next door to make fair judgement of what's happening in that room. Well, the loud banging of the bedframe should've been clear enough.
Finding the urge to bite back on his flirtatious taunts, she’d spoken in broken moans, “Mphh- you're full of it. Fuc- Woulda’ left me alone- mphfff. You know it.”
He chuckled, circling her clit to have her near spasming, “You're still thinking that you don’t drive me crazy girl? Woulda fucked ya’ like I am now in that band t-shirt. Make you sound like the damn opera.”
“Youre a– mphh- damn liar, Kinsella.” Holding a shit eating grin, dimples engraved in her cheeks, making the fire within him deepen.
He leaned back on his hind legs, shifting his position to drive into her impossibly deeper. Lifting her waist like it was feather light, driving into her with the arch of her back. The new position made her shout with intensity, no man ever granting her the same level of satisfaction Wade had been rutting into her.
“M’ close.” Another intense orgasm building in her lower belly, Kinsella still showing no mercy on her bundle of nerves. Rutting into the same spongy spot that had her seeing white flashes, making her eyes roll back in her skull.
“Let loose, baby. I got cha’.”
His praise drove her impossibly near the edge, afraid to let go out of fear. Desperately clinging onto anything, she’d needed his body on him. To hold her as she rode this intense orgasm building, tears brimming her eyes. Grabbing one of his hands on her clit, motioning him to fall forward. Shifting his position to lean down to face level, still holding his charisma. Even if sweat accumulated on his forehead, damn near out of breath.
Shutting him up, she’d pulled his head down with her arms into a deepened kiss. Tongue dominating him, causing his head to spin. Nerves shooting all the way down to his own building climax. Moaning in her mouth, he grabbed one of her legs, lifting it to drive into her cunt deeper.
In the moment, they’d stayed in the motion. Until Baby’s legs shook, finally letting loose for the second orgasm she’d received that night. Causing her to desperately hold onto his shoulders, scratching them. She’d leaned down, leaving marks across his neck with desperation.
The sensitivity caused Wade to grab the base of her neck, driving into her sensitive cunt until he’s reached his climax. Moaning her name in her ear - milking himself dry.
Wade collapsed to her side, both out of breath from the whole ordeal. Trying to process how the hell they went from him walking in with a bottle of whiskey to them tearing each other apart. Baby, hair sticking to her forehead, trying to catch her breath.
Wade smiled to himself, laughing weakly.
“Was’ so funny, Wade?” She turned to face him.
He looked over at her, smiling like a dork, “You got a back tattoo without me? Knowing it’s been something we’d do together? I’m heartbroken, Baby.”
She sat up, unclasping her laced bralette, “Well,”
Her perky nipples on display, his eyes never breaking from them.
“I have a few ways to make it up to you.” She’d motioned to get on top of him.
“Oh, do tell..” He held the grin as he placed his hands on her hips.
The whole night carried on with intertwined pleasure, echoing voices, loud bangs, and maybe a few noise complaints. Knowing the town of Bluebell, the word would've gotten out by the time they’d sat foot into the Town Square.
Not having a care in the world, it only fed into their pleasure more. Knowing they’d been unapologetically obsessed with each other, forever seeking each other's soft touches.
A/N: Zoe fr had dressed her up for her to take her man, it's okay I love her too. Had fun writing this, thank you for reading!
