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The name's Shannon kennedy or autumn carrey, 39yrs old, single mother

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malcolmgunan:

“When they’re a bit bigger you can snuggle ‘em.” He offered. It meant another chance to have her over, or see her somewhere. Maybe he was jumping ahead of himself but it had been so long that he couldn’t remember the protocol. All he knew was he liked her and that was enough. “Are you keen on trying it again?” He asked. The horses were older, mares that were meant for riding or herding. It might have been the best way to show her the rest of the property. “I was thinking Charlie. Or maybe Billy. Something regular. Maybe even Joe.” He mused, a smile on his lips. “What would you call a llama?”

“When they’re bigger, you’ll have to invite me back or I’ll just steal one and bring it home.” A chicken in her house would be an interesting thing, but she would have much preferred seeing him again. Her face lit up as she remembered her horse riding experiences, all good moments. “Absolutely. Horses are such beautiful creatures.” A light laugh echoed from her. “All good names.” She hummed. “I think I like Larry. Larry the Llama.”

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malcolmgunan:

He watched her careful nature with the chickens. They seemed to approve because they only watched on with mild fascination which made him chuckle. “We got some but their momma’s ain’t to keen on letting anyone too close,” he warned. An easy smile seemed constant on his lips at this point as he shrugged. “Not quite but I got a fair bit. Some horses out back, a few cows and pigs and some sheep. I kinda wanna get a llama. No reason in particular, I just think they’re funny.”

“That’s too bad, I woulda loved to snuggle with one.” It’d been a long time since she snuggled with anything or anyone, besides a pillow of course, or a bowl of popcorn while watching a movie at home. “A friend of mine owned a horse when I was growing up. I got to ride him a few times. It was a lot of fun.” Her experience with farm animals wasn’t extensive but she still liked them enough. “A llama, huh? What would you name him?”

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malcolmgunan:

He liked the sweet, gentle sound of her giggle. It warmed him up like the sun on a summer’s morning and he decided that he wanted to hear more or it, and be the one causing it. “I don’ think their fond of telling anyone. Ya know how chickens are, they just cluck at ya.” He wanted to say they couldn’t improve on her, she was already beautiful. Instead, he let out a low guffaw. “You got no idea, darlin’.” he teased. “I do got a few now. I bought a rooster so I keep gettin’ more.”

Letting go of his hand, she knelt down to get a closer look at a chicken that strutted up to them. Staring at her for short moment, it gave a cluck before it went on its way. “I think lil’ yellow chicks are the cutest. They’re so fuzzy and sweet.” Finally, she stood up again, slipping her hand back into his. “Do you have an entire farm full of animals?”

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I’m not a solution to your problems. I’m another problem. 

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malcolmgunan:

He was amazed at how quickly she seemed at ease on the farm. She seemed like a city girl who could do better than anything he had lying around. Stray thoughts kept drifting through and he had to shove them away to stay in the moment, wanting to focus all his attention on her. It was hard for him to hide the shade of pink that tinted his cheeks as she took his hand, a clear smile curving onto his lips. “Aw, it’s nothin’ really. Somes things need done and I do it, is all.” But he wouldn’t deny her a tour. “Then right this way.” They took exactly one step before he made a grand sweeping motion, “This is the chicken pen. We got all kinds. Mostly the egg laying kind.”

She was ready to be led through his home, a sweet stroll. Instead, she was immediately presented with the chickens. Shannon covered her mouth with her free hand, trying to keep her laughs down to a manageable giggle. “What beautiful chickens. They simply must teach me their beauty regime.” She laughed again before turning to Malcolm, unable to help the pun that followed. “You’re a real chick magnet, aren’t you?”

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malcolmgunan:

He ran a nervous hand through his hair, making sure it was all neat and tidy before she came into full view. The red headed beauty was a sight to behold in the Colorado fields that made up his land. “That you did and you didn’t even have to call for directions,” he said with a grin. Meeting her half way, he wiped his hands on the back of his jeans. It had been a long time since he’d known the etiquette for this sort of thing but he still leaned in, kissing her cheek in greeting. “Thank ya. It was a bit of a fixer upper when I got her but I like havin’ something to do with my hands. Would you like a tour?”

She was starting to pick up on his nervous ticks, though it was cute and endearing for the big guy to be nervous. Nerves were something she’d long since left behind, there was no place for it in her life. She found that he was starting to bring it back, though. She’d been nervous -though only a little bit- about driving out to see him. She hadn’t quite gotten to the point of asking Jackson to help her pick out clothes, that was the nerves she wouldn’t have. The kiss on her cheek felt like a sign, a small ‘okay’. With that in mind, she slipped her hands into his, a warm smile on her face. “You’ve done an amazin’ job, it’s gorgeous. I would love a tour.”

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malcolmgunan:

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Nervous energy pumped through his veins, making him jittery. His therapist always said routine was good, so he stuck to his in the late morning. With shaking hands, he handed out the kernels of corn out to the chickens who clucked around his feet. Familiar and safe, things he could handle on a day when something new was happening. The sound of tyre’s on the gravel road snapped him to attention. The unfamiliar car made it’s way up the drive but with a familiar flash of red hair. Hand raised, he waved in greeting. “You made it out here alright?” He asked when she emerged from the car.

The drive out to the farm had been refreshing, a warm smile constantly on her face. Excitement and nerves mixed and tingled in her chest something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Gravel crunched as her car rolled steady along the road and up the driveway to an unfamiliar house, though there was a familiar face standing outside. “I’m in one piece, aren’t I?” She replied as she stepped out of the vehicle and closed the door, making her way over to him. “Your home is beautiful.”

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missopheliacooper:

“Oh wow fourteen! God I remember being fourteen…” Not the most enjoyable experience but it seemed to be the polite thing to say. “Jackson. That’s a nice name.”

"I’m hoping his fourteen is more happy than eventful.” She laughed softly. “I thought so, too. He seems to like it.”

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missopheliacooper:

“You have a son?” Ophelia’s eyes softened. She always got all sentimental when people talked about their kids. “How old is he?”

“Jackson is almost fourteen now. He’s taller than me now, it’s almost unbelievable.” Talking about Jack was simple, easy; she loved him with all her heart.

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missopheliacooper:

“It’s nice to meet you Miss Kennedy. I’m guessing you have big plans for Christmas huh?”

“These are all for work. I traded decoration duty for a couple extra days off in December to spend with my son.”

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missopheliacooper:

“Ophelia Cooper, and you are?”

“Shannon Kennedy.”

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missopheliacooper:

“Honestly it’s ok!” Ophelia smiled kindly. “I prefer home stuff anyways, it’s cheaper.”

Shannon gave her a big smile. “You really are a sweetheart. What’s your name, darling?”

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missopheliacooper:

“Oh no that’s fine!” Ophelia pulled out another box. “I wouldn’t dream of it! I’m just, you know, being a good Samaritan.”

“Are you sure? I can give you some gift certificates for spa treatments. It’’s the least I can do.”

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missopheliacooper:

“Oh.” Ophelia’s face flushed slightly and immediately regretted how rude she must’ve seemed. “Sure thing, yeah.”

“Thanks, sweetie.” She’d been left to pull out the boxes of Christmas decorations on her own but she had to pick up her son for a doctor’s appointment in the next half hour and didn’t have time to drag them out one by one. “I really appreciate it. I’ll make it up to you.”

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missopheliacooper:

“Ya know hun, if ya want something, all ya have to do is ask.”

“Could you carry this box for me? I can’t carry these all by myself and I don’t have time for two trips.”

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malcolmgunan:

“Oh yeah, that sounds like a bright idea.” There was no way he was not going to give this a chance if she wanted to. Fumbling for his phone, he freed it from his pocket. “Uh, I’m not actually sure of the number. My niece made me get one. Never been real fond of ‘em.”

With a small giggle, she held out her hand. “Let me see it for a moment.” Taking his phone, she dialed her own number, waiting until she heard the telltale chime of it ringing in her pocket before she hung up. “There, all set.”

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malcolmgunan:

Somehow this entire day was just going his way. Maybe someone was smiling down on him or something but he wasn’t going to deny the good things in life. Instantly, he was smiling wider. “Sure, that’d be just fine. I think the animals would be thinkin’ they’re getting a treat with you there.”

“Perhaps I should get your number, so you can tell me your address and if I get lost I can call you.” She didn’t mean to be so forward but he was cute and sweet, and she wanted to get to know him more.