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[mr-owenb]

Owen stood in one of the back rooms they’d gotten to get ready for the wedding in, taking a deep, shaky breath as he tried to compose himself slightly. He’d sent one of his friends from Hawaii- who’d flown in for the wedding- out to retrieve Chasity as he chugged down champagne like the world was running out. Luckily, it wasn’t nearly as alcoholic as what he usually drank, so he was staying fairly sober, but it was doing his job at calming him down from freaking out. He needed to talk to his daughter before he passed out from nerves.

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[mr-owenb]

Christmas 2015

“Merry Christmas everyone,” Owen laughed, rubbing his eyes as he held up his glass of eggnog. He’d spent probably more than a few hours the night running a few last minute errands, and making sure the presents were arranged perfectly underneath the tree- after all, Santa didn’t make mistakes and Dexter did still, in fact, believe in Santa. He’d even drank the glass of milk, incredibly grateful that he’d convinced the boy that Santa would appreciate chocolate milk more than plain. “Do you want to open your presents now, or breakfast first? I’m cooking today- one of the many gifts to my fiance being that I’m handling the cooking. I promise to try not to kill you.”

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