#cassidy3

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Parenting

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Cassidy: I smell terrible! Don’t talk to me! Alfred: It’s whatever, I don’t care. Alfred: What I do care about though, is our living situation. Cassidy: What do you mean? Alfred: Cass, we’re living in a one bedroom house. Alfred: We have two young children, and two pets. Alfred: That’s not a lot of room. Cassidy: So, what do you want to do? Alfred: I took a loan out, and bought a new house. Cassidy: Really! Alfred: Yep, we’re leaving now!

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Baby time!!

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I always love my Cassidy’s pregnant. :)

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Cassidy: I’m pregnant! Alfred: Oh my god! That’s fantastic!

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Breakdown || Cassidy & Henry

“I feel like we should get to know each other,” he whispered into the brunette’s ear, pushing her curls away from her face. A small laugh came from her pink lips as she brushed her lips against his ear, her voice low, sexy. He couldn't remember what she had said, but it was something raunchy, raw and he’d admit it slightly turned him on. Probably because the whole time he was with her he was thinking about her. And you know what? The thought of her whispering words like that to him… well, despite his humanity on off, he still wanted her.

It wasn't long until they found themselves drunkenly leaving the bar, walking down the streets of Heatherfield. Her laugh seemed contagious, fits of giggles spouting between the two as their hands entangled one another’s. There was a pause as he looked into her eyes, seeing the woman that had changed him in every way possible – it resulting in him crashing his lips upon hers, pretending that it was hers. Her soft lips that his tongue ran across, her hair that his hand moved through, her eyes that he was looking into as his other hand snaked around her waist – her low, sexy chuckle as he pushed her up against the wall.

Except it wasn't; it couldn't be her.

Which was how he was put into this position, where he was standing over the sobbing brunette he didn't even know the name of. Her brown eyes staring horrified as the few minutes that had passed between them. They were in an abandoned shop and she was sitting on the ground with her hands pierced with long shards of glass. Her quiet sobs rang in his ear as she begged him not to hurt her anymore – that she’d let it go, she wouldn't say a word. She just wanted to live – she had a son.

But that didn't matter to him.

In one swift motion, he grabbed a long piece of glass, piercing her stomach with it as one of his hands reached towards her mouth to muffle her scream. A sick, sadistic smile came across his face, relishing in the moment between the two. This was all he needed – it was everything he needed. He didn't need the stubborn brunette who turned his heart around; he didn't need her at all. This was it, just this.

Blood on his hands, a woman on the verge of dying. Bliss.