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Checking-In || Eliza & Saoirse || 2022

It wasn’t everyday a note happened across Saoirse’s desk reading ‘Urgent- Eliza Taylor here’, her secretary just casually set it down but it arose such panic in the 29 year old she dropped her pin to the desk. Fearing the worst she looked up towards her exiting secretary. “Let her in.” calling out, politely directing her with urgency. It must be something of grave importance for the fellow actress to travel all the way here. Saoirse’s production company offices were a very far cry from Los Angeles, situated on the banks of Nashville’s well known river, in a redone old industrial building. Pictures of her twins boys whow ere now two and three quarters and Roman decorated the whole modern chic room.

Her heart leaping the second the blonde forced open her office door, the sound bringing her to action. “Is everything alright?” Deep concern in her eyes as Saoirse’s mouth sadly dropped already. She came around her desk, cutting a direct path to meet Eliza more informally, once the distance between them was seized, hands reaching to the other woman’s forearms attempting to be of early comfort. 

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david threatened to “cut me” over timmy just in case you wanted an update on this gang

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why is it so HOT outside

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the coon is a fat guy in a fursuit

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i went on a date in denver and honestly it's way less stressful than these missions

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naruto run through stan’s backyard

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Welcome to Our House || Sersh + Dove || 2022

“Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard“

 Roman and Sersh did have a very nice house, a rather large white one, with two older hairless cats who occasionally would lay out in the yard. More importantly, now with their two little twin boys it was a home just bursting at the seams with love. Saoirse always prided herself in being the most excellent of hostesses, it was a way to show their friends and family love, to invite them into this warm little orbit of a home they had. Over the years Saoirse was given practice to perfect all of her hospitality.  Dove was a friend of Saoirse’s going back years, one of those very dear close friends who could be considered family. Now there wasn’t a single thing wrong with being single at her young age, Saoirse herself had spent a lot of years up till Roman being single, there was a greater problem when one seemed to be retreating from all her friends and family too. Saoirse grew concerned for her, she could only see bad results from Dove further turning inward. She couldn’t very well sitback and let that happen could she? So under the guise of a getaway weekend she would invite Dove to Nashville, it be a weekend to open her up to new experiences and back out to at least a slightly more social state.

She had tried in vain to get Dove to go out with them to the Predator’s annual golf tourney but she had insisted all she wanted to do was watch the boys. That was Sersh and Roman’s three year old identical twin boys Peter and Paul. Two little handfuls now boldly coming into their own energetic sweet persons. “Morning babe!” Saoirse squealed to a waking up Dove coming down now from the house’s large staircase. Saoirse had already been up a hour before fixing for everyone a luxury breakfast of waffles and eggs and bacon since it was a Saturday. ”Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Saoirse asked again from where she still was in the kitchen, Saoirse’s blue eyes begging along with her pleading voice for her to change her mind.Dressed in her pink golf polo and white skort Saoirse always wore when trying to play golf. More like she faked being not able to play so Roman would teach her and let her win. “You can watch the boys for us at the golf club.” Saoirse reasoned.

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A Mother’s Blessing & Burden || Carrie & Saoirse 2026

Roman was out on a roadie, that wasn’t such a big deal for going on 9 years she had the experience with them, flourished in looking after the house and kids and animals. But never had one of their children been so sick while he was out in a full roadie, unreachable tonight playing a west coast game late into the night. Never had she been made to feel so helpless by it either. Tea had gotten the chickenpox and Sersh knew that would just take time, but it was the junior case of pneumonia she had gotten along with it that had the mother scared to death. For three days straight Saoirse had slept in the chair by the bed, had the doctor called to actually come examine her in the house. He had given the child medicine today, which Saoirse was just trying to witness the effects of right now. The frail little form of her four year old lying still; occasionally coughing which would rouse her mother only to further concern.  

This formidable woman was reduced to a crying pile of mess over her baby being so sick. Tear stained eyes falling into the comforter on the bed, ot noticing the dark figure hanging there in the doorway until it announced itself with the clearing of one sweet female voice. Saoirse let out a sigh, all the tension leaving her body. “Thank you for coming.” her voice weak and worn for the hours spent crying, to tired to express the true gratitude for her friend coming over. She internally shamed herself for being so weepy. Strong mothers weren’t supposed to cry now were they? 

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