𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫

[romanwagncr]

gifs credited to @conjuringgifs & @keetikagifs

Character Name: Roman Wagner

Character Age: 36

Birthday: April 15th, 1987

Faceclaim: Chris Evans

Neighborhood: Orchird Park

Occupation: Cyber Security Developer (Fortress Networks that is based in New York City)

Biography 

Roman Wagner was born and raised in New York City to wealthy, loving parents Charles and Madeline Wagner. As the middle child sandwiched between his older sister, Alexandra, and younger brother, Sebastian, he enjoyed a comfortable upbringing full of private schools, European vacations, and elite social circles. Although his parents came from old money and gave him a lavish upbringing, they also instilled in him a strong sense of family, hard work and duty. Roman attended Trinity School for high school. With his good looks, and charisma, he quickly became one of the most popular students on campus. He excelled both academically and in lacrosse. With his confident charm, he had no trouble getting dates and leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. 

He had always dreamed of attending Columbia University—wanting to follow in his parents footsteps—and he made that happen after graduating high school. There, he majored in computer science and acquired a bachelors and masters degree. He met Samara Khanna when he was 23 and fell hard and fast for her—and had even envisioned a future together. After over two years of dating, she told him that she was planning on returning to her hometown of Covington, Georgia after graduation. Foolishly, he’d forced her to choose. She chose Covington which forced them apart. 

It broke his heart—driving him to dive headfirst into New York's tech scene, co-founding the cyber security firm Fortress Networks with his college roommate. Throwing himself into growing his company—he embraced his reputation as an ambitious, cutthroat businessman and charming playboy. Over the next decade, he turned Fortress into one of the hottest cyber security startups in the industry, landing big-name clients and amassing a personal fortune.

Two years ago, Roman's fast-paced life was upended when his cousin, Jasmine, arrived unannounced at his door with her 4 year old daughter, Ivy. The next day, he got another surprise. With only a vague note explaining her inability to care for the child, Jasmine left Roman to raise Ivy as his own. He was initially hesitant, but he didn’t have the heart to leave Ivy behind, so he decided to become her legal guardian. At first, he struggled to adjust to suddenly being a single father and caring for a young child. He had to learn how to cook healthy meals, get Ivy ready for preschool each morning, and entertain her on weekends. His social life took a backseat as he devoted his time and energy to giving Ivy a stable, loving home. 

With a new priority, Roman decided to relocate to provide Ivy the calm, wholesome childhood he never had growing up in bustling Manhattan. After searching for the right environment, he decided on Covington, Georgia—coincidentally the very town Samara had left him for over a decade prior. The irony was not lost on him, but he focused on giving Ivy the stable home she deserved. The small town had a charming main street lined with mom-and-pop shops, a top-rated school district, and a quaint neighborhood ideal for raising a family.

Personality

Charismatic: It has always been easy for Roman to make friends. It helps that he's good looking and friendly too. He has no trouble attracting romantic partners.

Ambitious: Built a successful cybersecurity startup and amassed a fortune through hard work and drive. Known as a cutthroat businessman.

Family-oriented: Although his family rarely see each other—since most of them were living in different states—they kept in contact and meet up once a year for a family vacation.

Responsible: Stepped up to raise Ivy on his own and provide for her, even though it was unexpected. Learned skills like cooking and childcare out of duty.

Wanted Connections

Ex-girlfriend: Samara Khanna

Love Interest: They met as kids at camp and the moment he saw her, he was smitten. She was his first kiss. They meet again as adults and are friends who hangout for the sake of their kids until old feelings arise. Callie Montgomery

A fellow single parent: They met through Ivy's school. Since Roman is new at parenting, he could use a friend who would help guide him.

A neighbor: Their kids play together and occasionally share home-cooked meals (he's a horrible cook but has a personal chef lol) or watch each other's kids in a pinch.

Classic car enthusiast: Roman has a collection of cars, and is a bit of a geek. I'd like it if he could have a friend who's just as geeky when it comes to cars lol. I could use more than one connection here!. Drew Parrish

Friends: Pretty straight forward

Enemies: This could be someone he might have accidentally offended.

[calliemontgomery]

After two intense orgasms, one would think that Callie'd begin to come down. Begin to think a little clearly again, but the truth was; she was just further out now. How could she not be? This man was doing all the right things, and her body was on fucking fire. Not to mention, his smell. She was intoxicated on his smell, on him -- was he even wearing cologne? Or was that his natural scent? Shit -- She didn't know, what she did know was that this man better not stop. Just for tonight, she wanted to know exactly what it meant to be his. She'd deal with those consequences later, right now; it was just them on the highest form of pleasure-seeking.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, although weak in the embrace, as he moved them off the wall and into the bedroom. Once he tossed her on the bed, she bent both knees up, and laid both hands on either swollen breast. Playing with her own erected nipples as her eyes intensely pierced him; swaying her bent knees to the side, she watched as this 6'0 sexy man shredded the rest of his clothing. His cock still tall, she'd whimper at the sight of it; of him. Bitting down on her bottom lip as she waited for him. She'd slid her legs down, releasing the kneed position as he closed the distance and began trailing kisses up her body; starting at her knees. Spreading her legs, to allow him to settle comfortably. She moaned, and arched her back, thrusting her nipple further into his mouth as he gave a quick suck. Their eyes clash with one another that hid nothing but desire for each other, and promise. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her as their lips consumed one another. When he pulled back, and spoke, his cock rubbing around her clit in sweet heaven; she felt arousal pool at her core; her lips parting with a disheveled breath at the sensation.

Yes! Yes! She wanted to scream, God, she wanted this man to devour her so Goddamn bad that if she was in the right state of mind would concern her deeply. But that was the thing, she wasn't capable of thinking anymore. At least, not about anything that didn't involve this man making her cum; and destroying her. But while she wanted him to tear her apart, she also knew she was in the ball game of returning the favor. Instead of answering, she'd use her outer arm and leg, to flip him on his back. Straddling him; she'd rest both palms of her hands against his chest, as she rubbed her wet heat against his hardened cock. Her nails digging a bit into her chest at the pleasure she felt; it was so good. But it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed it all.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his ear, "I do want my cock again." Her what now? What the fuck was she saying. "Why beg, when I can just take it." She wondered before she nibbled at the lobe of his ear, "And I want it, all of it." Pulling back, she'd push off one knee, onto a foot; lifting herself off him just a little. Eying his perfect cock, she'd place her hand around his length, starting at his balls, and pushed up. Bringing the condom he wore with it, she'd look up at him through thick eyelashes, "I want to feel you, Roman." She explained, as she rolled the condom up, and tossed it on the ground, "All of you. Every inch." That was it, she had officially lost her entire God damn loving mind. "I wanna feel you cum." Lowering herself down onto him, her breath hitching as he filled her. Every smooth bare inch of him.

This was meant to be causal, a friend helping a friend out; yet, she was throwing every last thing that made this causal out the window. There was the tiniest part of her that wanted to get through to her, express some sense. But the bigger and winning part just wanted to live in this moment. Feel him, all of him, make him want her. Need her. Subconsciously, there was a part of her that wanted to etch her soul into the soul of this man. She wanted him to remember her, to think about, to feel her; just as much as she wanted him to ruin her. She wanted to ruin him, too. As she moved up and down, finding a consistence rhythm; she'd wrap a hand around his throat. Applying only slight pressure as she took what she wanted from him, her other hand resting on his stomach as she bounced, and grind. "Fuck--" She hissed, the feeling of him was too much, too good. "You feel so fucking good." She moaned, her eyes fighting to roll into the back of her head as she rode him.

Slowing her pace, she'd lean forward, capturing his lips with hers. She'd kiss him rough, intense, fast, before biting into his lower lip and pulling back until her teeth released him. Lowering her head back down, so that she was just mere inches from his face. Her dark eyes stared into his, as her pace became just about nonexistent, "You going to fuck this pussy like it's yours?" She purred, "Make your pussy cum again, remind her that you own her." She brushed her lips against his, "Mmm?" She was not going to be able to look this man in the face after tonight, not without thinking about this. About him. About how in that very moment, everything she was saying was exactly what she felt and wanted. She wanted him to own her, and she was never one who allowed any man to think he had the chance. But this one? This one was different.

[romanwagncr]

Roman's mind was reeling as he teased her with his cock. Until Callie straddled him—her soft curves pressing against his hard muscles. He couldn't believe what was happening. There was no way she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, right? This had to be a dream. His heart pounded as he teased her, but something in him snapped when she said ‘her cock’. He wondered if she realized she’d sealed her fate. There was no way he could walk away now. While those thoughts filled his mind, she pulled off the condom. He sucked in a sharp breath, surprised by her boldness. "You're definitely trying to kill me," he murmured, his eyes trained on her lust filled face.

As she lowered herself onto him, her groaned at the feeling of her wet heat enveloping him. She was so tight, so perfect, and he never wanted this moment to end. He watched her through hooded eyes as she rode him, her breasts bouncing with each movement. The sight was mesmerizing, and he couldn't look away. But even as he lost himself in the pleasure of being inside her, Roman couldn't shake the feeling that he'd fucked up. This wasn't just lust, wasn't just a one-night stand. He'd had plenty of those since his breakup with Samara, but none of them had ever made him feel like this. With Callie, he wanted more. He wanted her again and again—wanted to explore every inch of her body and make her scream his name. And that was the concerning part. Because what if she didn't want the same thing? What if this was just a way for her to blow off steam, to forget about the stress of life, while she helped him with the custody battle? The thought made his heart clench, even as his body responded to her every touch.

Without giving her notice, he flipped them over—pinning her beneath him on the bed. He pounded into her hard and fast—his thumb circling her clit as he kept his eyes locked on hers. "My girl wants to come again around her cock?" he taunted, his voice coming in raggard from his hard thrusts. "I don't think so. Not until I tell you to. Be a good girl for me." He knew he was being a dick, knew he was pushing her to the edge and keeping her there. But he couldn't help himself. He wanted to make her beg, wanted to hear her plead for release. And maybe, just maybe—he would give it to her. “Are you going to be my good girl?”

But even as he lost himself in the moment, Roman couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just sex. He cared about Callie, cared about her in a way that went beyond friendship. And that scared the hell out of him. Because he didn't know if she felt the same way, didn't know if she would still want him when the sun came up and reality set in. For now, though, he pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the woman beneath him. He would worry about the consequences later. Right now, all that mattered to him was bringing her pleasure and hearing her scream his name. He wanted to ruin her for any other man, and have her desire only him from this day forward.

[rpmemestbh]

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[calliemontgomery]

Callie + Instagram

Callie really doesn't use Instagram, and her brother made her this account. She has started posting a bit more on it, because her mother has nagged her to forever. As she quote on quote, wants to see what's going on. As well as more pictures and videos. In truth, Callie knows it's because her mother wants to be nosey. Instagram is also the bane of her existence for this reason.

ft. @romanwagncr, @dakotaheise, Samuel Montgomery (Twin Brother), Harper Montgomery (Daughter), Ivy Wagner (Roman's Daughter), and Gabrielle Campbell-Montgomery (Mother)

[michellexyoon]

WITH: @romanwagncr LOCATION: the mall

Michelle had tried therapy. In fact, she was still in therapy. And every week, when she got on with her therapist of five years, they would end up inevitably discussing her divorce. She would start off calmly discussing the various ways that Connor had screwed her over and inevitably, it would turn into a tirade against her ex-husband. Which was why this Sunday morning, rather than spending an hour yelling into her therapist’s ear, she chose another sort of therapy. Retail therapy. The only type that would surely improve her mood. Especially when she knew that the funds she used would come from the settlement of their divorce. He might have been a hot shot, but Michelle had paid her fair share in lawyers’ fees to ensure that she showed him what it meant to be a gold digger that he’d claimed she was in the bitter end. As she mindlessly flipped through the hangers lining the racks, she felt a tiny body collide with her leg.

While nurturing wasn’t the first word one might associate with Michelle given her exterior and demeanor, she adored children. Which was why as she peered down at the little girl staring back up at her, eyes slightly moist, she crouched beside the blonde. Giving her an up and down, she imagined that the reason she was upset was because she was lost. And naturally, Michelle would help her find her parents. But first, “are you crying because of your outfit? Because I would be too.”

[romanwagncr]

He had just picked up the giant Squishmallow he promised Ivy for being such a good girl at school. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to take his mind off the looming custody battle that kept him on edge. The fear of Jasmine swooping in to take Ivy away gnawed at him constantly. As they left the store, Ivy's hand in his—Roman's thoughts began to spiral again, worry creeping back into his mind. Out of nowhere, Ivy pulled away and darted into a nearby boutique. Heart pounding, he raced after her, the oversized plush toy in tow. Hearing Ivy's cries, he rushed over, catching the tail end of the woman's comment about her outfit. He dropped the Squishmallow and scooped Ivy up into his arms. "I told you not to run off," he chided, holding her close as relief washed over him. Turning to the woman, he offered an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry. She likes to run around. Five-year-olds, am I right?"

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he studied the woman curiously. "Are you a fashion designer or one of those personal shoppers? Because I don't think her outfit is all that bad." He paused, a thought crossing his mind. "Actually, since you seem to have an eye for style, maybe you could give me some pointers? I'm still learning the ropes of dressing a little girl." Learning and failing. With how strained his friendships with the opposite sex had been recently, he figured maybe a stranger would be his best bet.

[calliemontgomery]

Callie let him direct her towards the wall in question, no longer caring where or how, just as long as he was inside her. Bringing her over the edge. He made quick work of stripping her bare, his mouth finding her hardened nipples, her swollen breast aching for every touch he gave them. She whimpered when he pulled back, the distance, no matter how small chilling her heated skin. Her breath would catch in her throat as he shredded his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest. As if he couldn't get anymore perfect, he'd free his thick, long, elected cock. She salivated at the sight, needing every inch of him near her, on her, in her.

It all happened in a blur, a beautiful glorious blur. He had put on the condom, and then her back was pressed hard against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock deep inside her. She gasped as he entered her, and then dug her nails into his shoulders to hold on as he began fucking he hard and rough. Each hard thrust welcomed, as she panted; God, he felt so fucking good. How would this night be enough? She wanted to convulse at the thought of him. Now knowing he felt even better, she wanted him to own her.

She kissed him back as hard and passionately as he did her. Giving every emotion she felt in the movements of their lips; their hot skin glistened. When the kiss was broken, and he spoke, she could've come right then. This man's mouth was going to be the fucking death of her. "Yes!" She cried out, "Oh God, yes!" With each thrust, she felt the tension climb, welcoming the build-up he was giving her. "You feel so fucking good. Don't stop." She begged, before she leaned forward, and sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Wanting to do nothing more than mark him, just as he was marking her. Tonight, this man was hers, and she was going to take advantage of it.

The pounding got harder, faster. He was fucking her exactly like he owned her, and she fucking loved every second. The peak of pleasure was right there, she could feel it. Climbing higher and higher, until --"Roman!" She screamed as she slammed her head back against the wall. Her eyes rolled back, as pulsating waves consumed her. She was cumming hard; her toes curling, something out of her body. She clung to him, wanting to prolong the pleasure he was giving to her.

[romanwagncr]

Roman's mind was consumed by intense arousal as he drove into Callie's tight, wet heat. With each thrust, he felt her pussy clench around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into a sensual haze. He couldn't get enough of her—the way she moaned his name, the way her nails dug into his shoulders, the way her body responded to his every touch. It was intoxicating, and he never wanted it to end. As he pounded into her against the wall, he found himself wondering what would happen after tonight. They were friends first and foremost, and the custody battle for Ivy was their top priority. He didn't want to lose Callie's friendship, but he also couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before. Not after experiencing the bliss of being inside her, of hearing her cry out in pleasure because of him.

When her orgasm hit—her pussy clenched so tightly around his cock that he almost lost all control. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and find bliss within her. He wanted this moment to last forever, to memorize every sensation and burn it into his memory. He was fucked, he knew that, yet there was nothing he would do differently. So he kept thrusting, riding out her climax until she grew limp in his arms. Unwilling to let the night end just yet, he carried her to his bedroom—not bothering to close the door behind them. No one would be bothering them anyway. He laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her beautiful features. Her half lidded eyes, her kiss swollen lips, her heaving breasts—all thanks to him and the pleasure he had given her.

Shedding his jeans, Roman climbed onto the bed and began kissing his way up Callie's body. He started at her knees, his lips trailing over her smooth skin as he worked his way higher—his lust filled blue eyes clashing with her dark brown ones. The roughness of his beard grazed her stomach and perky breasts, where he teased her nipple with a quick suck. When he reached her mouth, he claimed it in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste her. In the same breath, he rubbed his cock along her erect clit, teasing her with the promise of more.

"Do you want my cock again, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Beg for it."

His gaze locked with hers, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the custody battle, not the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. All that mattered was right now. The way Callie looked at him, how perfect their bodies felt lined up together—his burliness pressed against her softness. Roman knew that this night would change everything between them. Because now that he had experienced the heaven of being with her, he couldn't imagine ever letting her go. Those thoughts made everything clear; he was utterly and thoroughly fucked.

[jaceharlcw]

"You gonna tell her the truth one day?" Jace wondered aloud, out of genuine curiosity at how Roman even navigated the situation he had found himself in. Jace had a lot of respect for the man, knowing that choosing to raise another man's child wasn't exactly a simple decision to make. Hell, if Roman could raise someone else's child, then surely Jace could have a child of his own, right?

Jace exhaled a heavy sigh at Roman's question, his hand idly swirling the beer in his hand as he mused over exactly how he was going to answer. "Yeah, I guess I have." he finally confessed, moving to run a hand through his hair. "But by then it was too late, the marriage was fucked. And it ain't right having a kid and hoping it'll fix things." he shrugged his shoulders lightly, taking a heavy swig of his beer to wash down his words.

[romanwagncr]

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I want to be honest with her, but I also don't want to confuse or hurt her, you know?" Roman said, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered what the future might hold. It wasn’t an easy question to answer. "I figure I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now, I'm just focused on giving her the best life I can." That was all he could do.

As Jace shared his own experience, he listened with open ears and nodded along. "I get that, man. It's a tough situation to be in. But you're right, having a kid to try and fix things is never the answer. It's gotta be something you both want, for the right reasons." He said, sympathetically. He definitely would never want to be in his friend’s shoes. "You ever think about giving it another shot? Finding the right woman and starting a family with someone else? I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I think it’ll be nice to give Ivy a sibling." What he didn’t consider was finding the right partner.

[shanayaxsanghvi]

It was hard for Kaira to admit to this right now—but she missed spending time with both Roman and Ivy. The little girl had so quickly become such an important person in Kaira’s life and not being able to see her had been pretty difficult for the past few weeks. But seeing as Roman hadn’t reached out either—she figured Ivy didn’t miss her and she knew for a fact that neither did her friend. But very quickly all those assumptions were gone because of the little girl’s words. “Aww I missed you too Ivy,” she wrapped her arms around her once more, before letting her go as she spoke about all her new friends. “Aww I’m excited for you to have a new bestest friend, what’s she like?” She held onto the little girl, brushing back her hair as she continued speaking. 

A grin was on Kaira’s face as she heard the little bit of news from her secret source and glanced in his direction, clearly wanting to see his reaction to that before she noticed him heading to the kitchen without another glance. Clearly he was still upset with her, but she knew they’d work it out—they always did. She listened instead as Ivy told her more about Cal and Harper, wondering just who they were but also feeling good that Ivy had found another friend closer to her age. 

When Roman returned with the sandwiches and the lemonade, she watched as Ivy hurried to bite into it while Kaira managed a quick thank you, before picking up the lemonade and taking a sip—impressed with the level of acidity and sweetness, clearly the man was learning. Either that—or it was store bought which was fine too, she’d hold back on her teasing for now. Especially since she knew how adamant he was to provide proper care for his little girl. Kaira had just been about to reach for the plate with the grilled cheese when she heard his words and watched as the younger processed this before pointing at her father. “What he said.”

Kaira couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips as she realized how ridiculous this was, both him speaking through his daughter and the fact that he thought she’d want a steak. “Ivy, can you please tell your daddy that this is fine with me and he knows I don’t like red meat?” She said this all to Ivy before noting how the younger girl just glanced at both of them and shook her head, clearing not in the mood to relay their messages to one another. With a soft sigh, Kaira put down the plate she’d been holding and glanced back at Ivy, “Ivy—how about you finish up in the family room? I think it’s time for your favorite cartoon and I’ll be right in after speaking with your dad for a bit, okay?” 

The younger girl nodded with excitement before carrying her half full glass into the other room allowing Kaira to glance at Roman before she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry Ro,” she told him softly before picking up the glass once more, needing something to wrap her hands around as she spoke again. "You don't have to want to listen to this obviously if you don't want to, but I--get that I was wrong in jumping to conclusions that night.” And with a sigh, she continued, "clearly I was--emotional, or something, I don't even know but I overreacted and I get that, I'm sorry." | @romanwagncr

[romanwagncr]

He knew he was being childish, but he couldn't help it. Everyone knew he acted like a child when he was hurt and it took a lot to get him there because he truly was the kind of guy who would let things go. But the words that Kaira spewed at him, it was like a dagger to his heart. He thought she knew him better than that. He thought their friendship meant more to her. Apparently not. When she asked Ivy to relay a message to him, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course she didn't like red meat. He knew that. He was just being petty. But when Ivy shook her head, clearly not wanting to be in the middle of their squabble, he felt guilty for making her the middle man. He shouldn't be putting his daughter in this position.

As Kaira sent Ivy to the family room to watch cartoons, he tensed slightly. Oh here we go. An argument was about to break out. Surprise flickered upon his face as an apology spilled from her lips. Part of him wanted to hold onto his hurt, to make her feel as bad as he did that night. But the other part of him, the bigger part, knew that wasn't who he was. He wasn't one to hold grudges, especially not against someone he cared about. So when she started apologizing, he listened. He could hear the sincerity in her voice, see the regret in her eyes. And as much as he wanted to stay mad, he couldn't. Not when she was looking at him like that. Not when she was admitting she was wrong.

He went to her and tugged her into a hug. “I’m sorry too. I was an idiot. I should have been a better friend.” He rubbed her back before releasing her from the hug. “I was hurt and I shut down. But you have to know, Kaira, I never meant to hurt you. I got competitive, and I wanted one of my best friends to get the highest bid.” He lowered his voice into a whisper, “now if you will please smile, that frown on your face is really disturbing.” He teased to alleviate the tension between them.

[jacobelcrdi]

                              well, baby, you're a wildfire.                        it'll light me up, little out of control, yeah, you know.                                      we both know that road that we're goin' down.                         And right now, all I can think about,                   i've got my mind on you, and you on my mind.           got these four wheels on a two-lane and we cuttin' through the night. girl, i'm huggin' on these curves, like them jeans on your hips. every time you hop in, lookin' like you do, i got my hands and my eyes and my mind on you. x. mind on you - george birge

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  ✤ ROMAN WAGNER & CALLIE MONTGOMERY  ✤

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[calliemontgomery]

@romanwagncr

[calliemontgomery]

Callie felt the car come to a stop, but her focus was on something more important. At least, it was until her head was pulled up off him by her hair. Dark lust-filled eyes met equally lustful stormy blue ones. The next few words out of his word cause her to whimper. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending awake and aware. She was used to Roman being a bit more gentlemanly, but hearing him speak like this? A wave of heat straight the core between her legs. The things she wanted this man to do to her. Oh, -- she was fucked, fucked. Without hesitation, Callie'd return to where she desired the most to be. Taking him in deep, and sucking hard, as her head bobbed; she licked, sucked, and enjoyed him like a tasty treat on a nice summer day. While his warning might scare others off, Callie embraced it. Making sure to push him to exactly where she wanted him. His balls tightened, and he came in her mouth. Swallowing just as Roman pulled her head off him, his lips claiming hers.

She found that she'd gasp as he called her a good girl. Her body betrayed her in the way it reacted, the way her arousal pooled in between her legs. He gave her one last kiss, and she moaned against his lips before he returned to the main focus at hand. She slid back into her seat, feeling almost incapable of taking her eyes off him as he started the car back up. She'd slowly find the ability to turn her head forward, her thoughts running one hundred mph. Her body a temple of heated nerves and desire. She did as he told her, she sat like a good girl while he drove them to his house. But her thoughts were far from good. She wanted this man to use her in every possible way. Make her forget her own name. She wanted him to fuck her so good that it'll be prime material for whenever she was alone again. She wanted him to consume her, devour her, destroy her, and maybe if she wasn't ridden with so much lust and desire; she'd realize how concerning that was.

As they drove in, and parked; Callie would take reign in getting herself out of the car and keeping her distance from the tall man. Mainly because she knew if she was too close, they weren't making it inside. The moment they were inside Roman's house, Callie'd continue walking until she reached the center of the living room. Turning to face him, without a second thought, Callie grabbed at the hem of her dress and effortlessly pulled it over her head. Dropping it on the floor next to her feet, which were dressed in black pumps. Standing before him in nothing but a lacy bra and cum soaked panties; she'd smoothly begin to close the distance between them. One foot in front of the other, until her hands could lay flap against his chest. "Tell me, sir--" She began, brushing her lips over his, "How'd you like to fuck your girl tonight? From the front or the back?" She asked, before capturing his lips in between her in a soft embrace; aware that she done lit the match and there was no going back now.

[romanwagncr]

Somehow, despite the intense desire coursing through his veins, he managed to drive them back to his house without wrecking. Callie had mercifully kept her hands to herself during the ride, allowing him to focus on the road. As they stepped inside his home, he followed her every movement and found it hard to take his eyes off her half-naked, curvy figure. The sight of his childhood crush in this state sent a surge of arousal through him, and the teenage boy within him couldn't believe this was really happening. This used to be a dream of his years back, that she would want him and get to fuck her. Tonight felt like his wish was coming true. It might be years too late, but better late than never. When Callie approached him, he tugged her into his arms, his erection growing even more pronounced as she called him 'sir' and he palmed her round ass. "How about on that wall over there?" he suggested, his gaze flickering to the area next to the kitchen.

Guiding them over, he helped her remove her bra before capturing a nipple in his mouth. His hands deftly tugged her panties off, leaving her bare before him. Reluctantly, he stood up straighter, and quickly shed his t-shirt and shoved his jeans halfway down, freeing his straining cock. He deftly sheathed himself with a condom retrieved from his wallet. Then he lifted her up effortlessly, lining his dick up with her wet opening and thrusting in with a groan. "Christ, so fucking tight," he growled against her neck—his heart pounding in his chest. He took her hard and fast against the wall, devouring her mouth in a ravishing kiss.

As their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, Roman's mind briefly wandered to the question of how they would keep things strictly friendly after tonight. He wouldn’t be able to. How the hell was he supposed to do that after this? But he pushed the thought aside, choosing instead to lose himself in the moment as he ravaged her. Feeling her clench around him, his thumb found her clit—rubbing in firm circles to push her closer to the edge. “How’s that, baby girl? Are you happy now that my cock is pounding your tight pussy?” He hissed, marveling at the incredible sensation of being inside her, of finally experiencing something he had fantasized about for so long. The reality was even better than his teenage self could have imagined.

As time ticked by, he poured all his pent-up desire into each thrust, kiss, and caress. He wanted to make this unforgettable for both of them, to show Callie just how fucking hot he found her. The secret looks he gave her would end tonight. Even if it was only temporary. Lost in a haze of lust and emotion, Roman let instinct take over, his body moving on pure need as he drove them both towards the peak of pleasure. Tonight, he would worship her like the goddess she was, and tomorrow… well, tomorrow could wait. Right now, there was only Callie, and his desire for her.

[yasemins]

— SETTING: Willowing Pines Stables ; March 30th — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ROMAN WAGNER  | ( @romanwagncr )

Chang Min had never enjoyed celebrating his birthday. During his years undercover, he had an entirely different birthday on his ID, an entirely different personalities, different tastes and different people surrounding him, but, ever since his undercover mission was over, the duo had started a little birthday tradition, both on Chang Min's and the little boy's special days. He would let Leo sleep in his bed and they would have blueberry pancakes as breakfast. Then, they would spend the whole day doing lots of fun things and creating special memories, and would have ice cream cake at the end of the night.

Granted, this was only the second time they'd done so, the first being Leo's fourth birthday, it only felt right to add Roman and Ivy to the mix, especially since both children were so close in age and Covington was still uncharted territory for the older man.

As they arrived at the stables, someone guided them so that Leo would look at the horses. It didn't take long for Roman to join them, though, and when Charlie noticed his best friend approaching them, he adjusted Leo on his hips and planted a kiss on the little boy's cheek. "Look who's here, Leo-yah." He bounced his son a little, to pry his attention away from the horses, and turned so he could face Roman. "It's Roman-samchon, remember him?" The little boy nodded shyly, waving to the man approaching them. "Who's that with him? Is that Ivy-noona? You wanna go down to say hi?" He asked, but he was already setting Leo down so that the four year old would greet Ivy while the older men did the same.

"Hey man, thanks for coming." With a smile, he shook hands with Roman and pulled his best friend into an embrace. He'd missed those while being undercover. He'd missed a lot of things, in fact. Once he'd pulled away, he shifted his attention to Ivy. "How's this little princess doing, hm?" Charlie asked with a smile, leaning down to pick her up so he could smooch her cheeks. "Woah, are you gonna get as tall as your dad? I'm pretty sure Leo's getting as tall as me. You ready to see the horsies?"

[romanwagncr]

Roman startled awake to Ivy bouncing on his bed that morning, with her sing-songing that it was uncle Charlie’s birthday. Charlie was his best friend. It felt like they’d been friends since they were in diapers. They were more than best friends to him, they were like brothers. The two did so much together, including now becoming fathers. Naturally, they would be spending Charlie’s birthday together with their children. Leo was only a year younger than Ivy and the two played well together—not surprising considering Leo was such a sweet boy. 

When he arrived at the stables with Ivy in tow, his little girl ran straight to Leo. He shook his head and returned his best friend’s hug with a firm pat on the back. "You kidding me? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Happy birthday, old man. How does it feel to be that close to 40?" He teased good-naturedly. It was hard to believe they were closer to their forties than their thirties. Where the hell did the time go?

As Ivy eagerly hugged and kissed Leo's cheek, he smiled at their adorable interaction. "Leo, are you 'cited to ride horsies?" Ivy asked, her excitement palpable. 

He cleared his throat, gently reminding his daughter, "Did you forget something?"

Ivy blinked, then quickly threw her arms around Charlie's leg. "Happy birthday, uncle Charlie. Did you eat cake today? Daddy said I'm going to be a model one day." 

While she monopolized Charlie’s attention, Roman ruffled Leo’s hair and asked, “You’re looking great today. Are you excited for your appa’s birthday?”

His attention went back to Ivy who clapped her hand and exclaimed, "Yes! Horsies!" Taking Leo's hand, she tugged him along. "Come on Leo, we gotta see the horsies."

Roman watched the children with a fond smile, his heart swelling with love. Seeing Ivy so happy and carefree, especially after the upheaval in their lives, meant the world to him. He was also grateful to have Charlie and Leo in their lives. They might not be related by blood, but they were family nonetheless.

As the kids ran off to see the horses, Roman turned his attention back to Charlie. "Man, I can't believe how fast they're growing up. Seems like just yesterday I’d called you up panicking about Ivy being left to my care." He shook his head, a wistful smile on his face. He had never imagined himself as a father, let alone a single dad, but Ivy had changed his life in ways he never could have predicted. The responsibility of raising her had forced him to reevaluate his priorities and become a better man. 

[calliemontgomery]

Callie was ready for him right there and then. She didn't seem to care that this was not the most inappropriate place. She just knew she needed him to fuck her senseless. When he expressed how he was gonna have her begging for more, desire pooled through her. "Yes, please." She cooed, as his hand found its way between her legs once more, a strangled sound escaped her throat as she gripped either side of his arms. She'd grind into him, ready for more. But would find herself groaning instead when he pulled away and told her not here. She gave him a pout as he helped redress before she'd find herself walking beside him; her hand in his as they made it to his car. She had expected to slide into the passenger side; but instead, would find her back pressed against the cool metal of Roman's car. His lips captured hers once more. She leaned into the kiss, a soft moan breaking from her lips as she felt his hard cock against her belly. When he groaned in her mouth, before pulling away from her once more; Callie growled, before then sliding into the passenger side seat. She looked up at him and forced a smile that read something between wicked and unamused. "I will be the death of you if you're not balls deep in me soon." She stated, before flashy him a toothy smile.

Once Roman was in the car, and they were speeding down the road, Callie found herself shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The feel of Roman's hand on her thigh only heated her skin more, and the pulse in between her legs cried out for him to just go a little higher. Damn, she was fucking horny. She was beyond rational thought or care. After weeks of dreaming about this man fucking her hard and fast, she found that she finally had him just within her fingertips; and while this would be a done thing come tomorrow. Tonight? Tonight, she was going to etch herself in the back of his mind. Callie twisted herself some in her seat, so that she was facing the man driving. "You know, Roman-- there's this thing I always wanted to try." She mused, "And you just put us right in the middle of the perfect opportunity." Callie wiggled her brows, as she bit her bottom lip.

Leaning forward, she'd brush her lips over his ear, "I always wanted to suck dick while riding passenger." She purred, as she nibbled at his bottom lobe, "You wanna cum in my mouth, and watch me swallow, baby." As she spoke, she made quick work of undoing his belt, and unzipping her jeans. She'd pull out his thick, long cock, and moaned at the sight; as if she had been starving and someone just put a big juicy steak in front of her. Without much more warning, Callie'd unbuckle her seat belt and leaned forward. Opening her mouth, she'd stick her tongue out and run it all the way up his shaft to the tip of his cock. Lapsing her tongue around the tip a few times, before taking him whole, til she got to the base of his cock. She'd bob her head up and down on him, moaning at each stroke; as she took him deeper. Once enough saliva had worked its way out, Callie'd pull back just a little, as thick saliva pooled onto his shaft from her mouth. Using it as lube, she'd pump her hand up and down against him, before looking up at him through thick eye lashes, "Don't kill us, hm?" She mused, a wicked smile on her face, before she took him whole once more.

[romanwagncr]

He had a hard time trying to get himself to leave the alley when Callie pouted. It had him wondering if she knew how lethal her pout was. The woman was beautiful, he’d also thought so and seeing her writhing in pleasure because of him—he swore he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. Then again, this could also be due to his childhood crush coming back to him with them spending so much time together. He should drive them back to his place as quickly as possible, but his need for her had him pausing to kiss her again. If he was more in his senses, he would realize that he was living in Covington, and unlike New York, people talked. But rationality flew out the window, thanks to the beautiful woman before him.

Focusing on driving became nearly impossible as he ran his hand on Callie’s thigh, her skin felt like velvet. The woman was making him horny. A year and a half of self imposed celibacy nearly had him losing all semblance of coherent thoughts. His attention went to her when she spoke, a brow rising until she unzipped his pants and took his cock into her mouth. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel and he growled, “Fuck, Cal…” He could barely drive, and knew he would fucking wreck if he let her go on. Finding an empty parking lot, he pulled in, putting the car in park before tangling his fingers in her thick hair. With a gentle but firm tug, he pulled her head back—forcing her to look up at him with those gorgeous, lust-filled eyes. "Since my girl is intent on killing me, suck. Show me what you can do with that mouth of yours," he growled.

He watched as she took him deep into her mouth again, her lips stretched around his thick cock. The sight of her bobbing up and down, moaning around him, was almost too much to bear. As she continued to work him with her mouth, he let his head fall back against the headrest—his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. He could feel the tension building in his balls, and knew he was getting close to the edge. “I’m close. Fuck,” he warned, his jaw clenching before he found release—his stomach contracting as he spent himself in her sweet mouth. A minute later, he pulled her off his cock and brought her up for a searing kiss. "Fuck, baby, you're too good at that," he murmured against her lips. "But I need to be inside you. You said you wanted to come around my cock, so be a good girl for me until I get us back to my place."

After a last kiss, he settled her back into the passenger seat and pulled back onto the road—his hand finding its way to her thigh once more. This drive better be quick, or he would be pulling over again to fuck her in his car. As he drove, he let his mind wander—imagining all the things he was going to do to her once they were alone. He was going to worship every inch of her body, bring her to the edge again and again until she was begging for release. And then he was going to give it to her, hard and fast and deep, until they were both spent and sated.

[samaraxkhanna-deactivated202605]

If this was just a few years after their split, Samara would’ve felt better about his apology because that was when their broken relationship had stung. At the stage of life she was now, and how many years had passed—only an idiot would still be holding resentment. She knew she was quite stubborn when it came to certain grudges, but how was she supposed to fault him for standing up for what he wanted? Yes it hurt that he wasn’t even willing to try a compromise. Especially when Samara had worked it all out, constant trips back and forth until perhaps even selling the bar and moving back to New York to be with him and continue their life together. But for the second time in life—she’d realized that she wasn’t worth anyone wanting to compromise with her to hold onto their relationship.

And so she let it go. If she wasn’t enough for someone to want to try—why bother holding onto whatever she once had with them? It was precisely why she’d worked on herself and her feelings and had reached a point where she didn’t fault him for what he’d done—just been shocked at seeing him again when she’d been so sure it would never happen in life. “Thanks Roman,” she told him with a smile before shrugging, “it wasn’t an easy decision, I hope you know that too.” And with that she hoped their past could be moved past by both of them because rehashing it over and over wouldn’t be good for anyone.

A smile was on her face as he spoke about Ivy making tons of friends here and nodded with a smile, “it’s a great place for young kids, and the friendships you build…definitely last for a long time,” she said even if her thoughts went to some of her own friendships that didn’t last the test of time. “Thank you,” she told him earnestly when he said he’d stop apologizing because while she appreciated him acknowledging his mistake, she didn’t need to hear it anymore. 

Offering Roman her friendship was an easy decision because that was exactly who they had been to one another before the romance had made its way into their relationship and while a part of Sam would always miss the man she’d been with and the relationship they shared, she was mature enough to know they had both moved past that phase in life and the one thing they could hold onto now—was friendship. “I agree,” she told him with a smile before hearing his question and chuckling softly.

“Honestly the bar has taken up most of my time. You should come and check it out if you haven’t yet, but I modelled it after that place we used to go to by the University, I can’t remember the name but do you remember that speakeasy? With the secrets codes and all?” Samara asked with a smile, “I mean I didn’t do it like a speakeasy but the vibe is what I tried to bring to Covington.” A part of her wanted to tell him though that while she’d done that successfully—after getting an MBA from Columbia, she never thought this was what her life would ultimately become. 

“What about you though? So much time has passed but how are things going with you? I must confess that I did some googling post our breakup so I kept up with the company and how successful you’ve become.” Samara told him with a smile so he knew that while she was angry at the time, it didn’t mean she didn’t still want him to succeed in life. | @romanwagncr

[romanwagncr]

Roman was glad to hear that she understood it hadn't been an easy choice for him either back then. They'd both been young and figuring out what they wanted in life. Sometimes that meant making painful decisions. Of course, he’d loved her. She was the first woman he’d actually wanted to date and be with forever. It just wasn’t meant to be. The reality stung back then, and even now, thinking about what could have been felt like a bitter pill to swallow. Still, life had to move on and now, he truly wanted them to be friends. "I know. I'm just glad we can put it behind us now and move forward," he said with a more genuine smile.

Her mentioning how the friendships made in this town lasted a long time, made him feel relieved in a way. Yeah, he was technically still the new guy, but to think there was a chance he could have a lasting friendship here, it made his choice to relocate worth his while. "I'm looking forward to Ivy experiencing that too. Having those lifelong connections is really special. And not gonna lie, I’m partly hoping to find lifelong friendships as well. I have a best friend in town, and someone I used to attend summer camp with, but it would be nice to have more people as friends."

A smile lit up his features when she described her bar and the inspiration behind it. "Wait, are you talking about that place on 9th? With the red door and the password that changed every week?" He laughed, memories of their nights spent there flooding back. "We had some good times there. But look at you, running a bar and being a business owner. I’m proud of you.” He wasn’t just saying that, he truly meant it. She deserved all the success. “I'll definitely have to come check out your place. I'm sure you've done an amazing job with it." Then again, she had never half ass anything. He was sure she wouldn’t have started now.

At her question about how things were going for him, he shrugged modestly. "Things are good. Busy, but good. The company is doing well, but honestly, most of my focus these days is on Ivy. Just trying to be the best dad I can be, you know?" His expression softened as he spoke about his daughter—like he normally did. “Can you believe I’m a dad now? Who would have thought it? I'm flattered you kept tabs on me," he teased. "But seriously, that means a lot, Sam. Even after everything, you still cared. You're a far better person than most." 

[romanwagncr]

closed starter @cariakaratan

He wandered around downtown in the mid afternoon, killing time before he had to pick up Ivy from daycare. A boutique caught his eye and he glanced up at the sign—Remedy Wellness. Hmm… Maybe he could find something nice for Callie here, as a thank you for all her help with the custody case. And well, there was also the fact that they'd slept together the other night… Things had been kind of weird between them since then. He wasn't sure where they stood or if she even wanted more than a one time thing. So far she'd seemed uninterested, even a little short with him.

Figuring a gift certificate to the boutique could help smooth things over, Roman headed inside. He felt very out of his element surrounded by the feminine decor and clothing. But seeing a woman standing behind the counter, he approached her with his most charming smile. "Hey there. I'm hoping to get a gift card for a friend. Do you guys do those here?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels a bit awkwardly. "I'm kind of clueless about this stuff, so I'd appreciate any suggestions you've got."

[alkcline]

Usually, people on the news, on TV shows, in the movies would recreate this type of scene. Roman wasn't the first person to have cared for a little one, and he probably wouldn't be the last so she didn't see a reason to commend him on his actions, but she sure as hell knew that it wasn't an easy task to do... raising a child. Regardless of them being blood related or not. "Sorry about that, Roman." She bowed her head slightly in a nod, before offering him a smile. "I'm sure she's happy to have someone like you looking out for her, though. It's not easy to raise a kid... I for one know I could never do it, so, she's lucky to have you." Rey wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to hear or not. Maybe he would want to hear she was proud of him, but she couldn't possibly say that out loud without sounding fake seeing as she barely knew the man beside her. Still, she reached up and gently pat on his shoulder, as an awkward yet genuine attempt to encourage him to keep doing what he was doing.

It didn't take long for them to reach the building's parking lot on the back street, just as their conversation reached the Kaira topic. As Reyhan turned off the engine, she chewed softly on her bottom lip before turning to face the taller man. "As her best friend I should tell you to stop worrying about it so much." Reyhan's shoulders moved up in a small shrug before she continued. "Kaira has her way of feeling and reacting to things, and I can't tell you if it's right or wrong because it's her way of doing so, you know?" Sometimes, Reyhan didn't agree with some of her friend's attitude and, depending on how serious the topic was, she would either brush past it, or call Kaira's attention to it, but it was up to Kaira herself to think about her own attitudes. "I'd be a really terrible friend if I judged her for it, however, what I can tell you is: reach out, say your piece and let her digest it." It was what Reyhan did whenever she and Kaira had a fall out. Sometimes, friendships needed time to cool things down, and from the looks of it, it seemed like it was the case between Kaira and Roman. "She's told you how she felt, now it's your turn to tell her how you felt or how you feel. Then let her munch on it. Whether you two reconcile or not, at least you will have spoken your minds." Which was more than some relationships had.

Again, Reyhan reached for Roman's shoulder, but this time, she gave it an encouraging squeeze, before stepping out of her vehicle and leaning against it. "Is the Uber coming?" She asked, since he was supposed to call it from his phone. "Hmm... I don't think I know a Callie? Would Kaira know her?" But then again, Reyhan and Kaira had always ran in different circles in New York, and from the looks of it, the same was happening in Covington. "Either way, I'm glad you guys have been reconnecting. I've ran into some old acquaintances here too, so I understand the feeling. Especially during Ramadan, it's nice to break fast among loved ones or people you've grown to care about you know?" A car approached the building and Reyhan pointed to it. "Is that our ride?" / @romanwagncr

[romanwagncr]

"No need to apologize, I love the kid and I can't imagine my life without her." Roman wasn’t just saying that either. He really would try to give her the world if he could. "It's not always easy, but seeing her happy and thriving makes it all worth it." The topic of Kaira was sensitive. His expression grew pensive as he thought about their argument. He appreciated Reyhan's advice, of course. Since the two were best friends, the woman would know Kaira best. "I care about her and I just wish she would understand where I was coming from. But I'm sure we will talk eventually.” This had to be the longest period in which he didn’t speak to her. Eventually though, they would really have to talk and when they did, he would make his point clear.  

The sound of a car approaching caught Roman's attention. He peered down at his phone and nodded. "Yeah, that's ours," he confirmed, opening the car door for Reyhan before climbing in himself. As the vehicle started moving, he turned to her and said, "I don't think Kaira knows Callie, but I'm not sure. She's a really good friend. I'm surprised she lived here." His mind drifted to his newfound friendship with Callie. It was a relief to have someone familiar in town—someone who knew him from childhood and understood him. He knew that building a new life for himself and Ivy wouldn't be easy, but having friends made the decision to relocate feel less daunting.

He liked hearing that Rey had friends in town to break fast with. While he wasn’t religious, he could respect that his friends were. "That sounds really nice. I'm glad you have people here who care about you. It's important to have that support system. I bet you’ll have fun when you do break fast together." He looked out for a moment and thought of his next question. “I don’t have very many Muslim friends, so excuse me for being curious, but is there a reason why Muslims eat dates to break their fast?” 

[chefgretamorrison]

"Oh? An ex in town? How spicy!" Greta joked, her laugher light to ease the situation. She knew those could be very complicated. "I hope it wasn't a problem though? I mean, even it being a small town, I'm sure you can still avoid one another. "This is definitely better for your kid than the city. Slower pace, you know? A community around people. I surely want to raise my kids here." Greta wasn't exactly young but she'd lived a life without family and kids, and now she wanted something more from life. She wanted marriage and kids perhaps. And she wanted all that with Lake. "Aw that's so sweet! Emmy and my sister Kat, who's always with her, will adore Ivy. They love the kiddos. In fact, if you ever need a sitter, I know Kat has been doing it for some of our neighbors." It wasn't for the money for sure, cause the Morrison's were more than comfortable on that matter, but Greta knew her sister enjoyed the independency that earning her own money got her—even if it was just to choose how to spend it in clothes their dad didn't approve. "And Lake loves kids. It'll be delightful to welcome you guys!"

"It's also so cute you're taking her on all these playdates! You're a great dad, Roman," Greta told him with a smile. "Thank you for saying that," she told him when he complimented her about her willingness to make things happen. "Means the world to hear it." Especially now that work was giving her such a headache.

"Oh, I don't know what women want either—and I'm one who's engaged to one and who lives with a teen one," she laughed at that, amusedly. She didn't think anyone could understand women. They were intense and complex—which was exactly what Greta loved about them. When he mentioned a friend named Callie, Greta frowned, thinking of her own friend Callie Montgomery. It couldn't be the same person, could it? "This Callie person you hanging out with—not a fling? Just old friend?" She asked, tilting her head a little. "I mean, friendships that turn into love aren't all that bad." Greta liked to think like that because she saw her fiancee as her best friend too, even if it hadn't always been that way.

[romanwagncr]

An awkward laugh escaped at Greta's joke about having an ex in town being spicy. It was weird at first, but now he’d gotten used to it. "Yeah, it's been interesting living in the same town as my ex," he admitted, his smile watery. His thoughts drifted back to the awkward encounter he had with Samara shortly after moving to Covington. He had been at the grocery store with Ivy when they unexpectedly bumped into her. It was a brief but uncomfortable interaction—he’d definitely struggled to find the right words to say. At least he got to apologize.

"No, I'm not actively avoiding her," he clarified, shaking his head. "It's just hard because we broke up over her choice to move back to Covington. I regret how it all went down." He sighed, still uncomfortable with what had happened as he reflected on the end of their relationship. The irony didn’t escape him either. Even so, he knew that being in Covington was the right decision for Ivy and himself. "That's so kind of you to offer. I'll definitely keep that in mind. It's always good to have trusted options for childcare." For now he had Victoria as Ivy’s permanent nanny, but he wasn’t going to say no to a backup."Thank you, that means a lot. I'm just trying my best to give Ivy a happy childhood and be there for her." Parenting was a learning curve, but he was more than determined to be the best father he could be.

As the conversation shifted to his love life, Roman laughed along with Greta's comment about not understanding women. "It's a mystery to us all, isn't it?" he said with a grin. When Greta asked about Callie, Roman's expression softened. "She's not a fling. She was my first kiss, and I had a little bit of a crush on her back in summer camp, but I promise we're just friends." he explained, thinking back on how crazy he was for her back in the day. “Seriously, I’m more worried about taking care of Ivy. She’s the love of my life.” 

[findingcasualmagic]

Just so you know..

[yasemins]

— @romanwagncr