#post-reaper war

[bluerose5]

Ya know, I always imagine... If the Jaardan had some unnamed Big Bad™ throw the Scourge at them as an act of war as we are led to believe, what if a fraction of this super advanced alien race had a similar idea as the Andromeda Initiative? "Hey, guys, let's pack up a few of the bots and some of those angara and just move someplace else, right? Start our terraforming efforts in a new galaxy! :D"

*600 years later, happening upon the Milky Way post-Reaper War*

"Oh."

[ghostxofxartemis]

May I have John/Ashely at a party for the Kissing Prompts, please? If you're still taking them?

Of course you may! I always love writing these two cinnamon buns! 

Available on AO3 | From this prompt here... inbox always open just let me know it’s from this list. 

The After Party

Ashley's arm was wrapped around Shepard's waist, as much for supporting him as it was to be in close proximity to him; his arm was wrapped around her shoulder. The last month and few weeks had been long and agonizing. The recovery from surgery, the physical therapy, the psychological exams he wanted to scoff at, all had been so taxing on John. He was a man of action, he couldn't sit long enough without feeling agitated. He needed to move. And hospitals had a way of making sure you did just the opposite. 

Now, as they walked back to the Normandy, a huge grin on his face, he was happy. The war was over, his girlfriend, his crew… family were all okay, and here he was, taking command of his ship once more. The thought excited him. There was just something about being out there in space, helping and protecting others he found so rewarding. He ran his hand against the hatch door.

"Skipper?" 

"Hmmm?" He looked at Ashley, their smiles met, but there was concern in her eyes.

"Thought I lost you there for a moment. You okay?" 

John's smile widened. "Everything is perfect’" he said as he brushed his lips against Ashley's forehead. He really meant it. 

“I could use a drink. I do believe there is a freshly stocked bar down on the crew deck.” A coy smile tugged at Ashley’s lips which only caused John to laugh as they walked to the elevator lift.

“I do believe we have a score to settle. I mean… I did save the Galaxy, so that gives me a few points towards being the best human Spectre… but if you do want me to drink you under the table tonight…” He half-smirked. Ashley rolled her eyes, elbowing him in the ribs. 

“Ow.” He complained slightly, as he rubbed his ribs with his hand. Ashley snorted as she pressed the button to deck three.

“Oh suck it up, princess, you’re fine.” Ashley rolled her eyes.  

“You didn’t…?” He wasn’t sure he had heard right.

“Oh! I did!” Ashley gently shoved him out of the lift and towards the lounge.

The door whooshed opened as they neared it, Shepard was immediately greeted by the crew who had gathered and already started drinking. He was surprised to see even Jack and Miranda had made their way in here. 

James raised his glass, “Hey hey, the man of the hour is here!” 

Traynor was the first one to get up from where she sat on the ledge of the couch to come give Shepard a hug. “Welcome back, Commander!”

“It’s good to be back,” Shepard said as he let go. 

Cortez was standing at the bar; he popped open the champagne bottle pouring it in glasses. 

Miranda was the first one to take up a glass. Amused, Shepard chuckled as he and Ashley approached the counter to take a glass themselves. Miranda was usually the last person to loosen up. 

“Still trying to be normal?” He smirked. 

“Starting to get the hang of it,” Miranda mumbled with a sheepish look as she reached for Jack’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Shepard arched an eyebrow, his smirk now turning into a full grin. Boy, did he ever call it. Though, he never had expected for them to act on their feelings. 

Jack punched him in the shoulder. “Shut up, Shepard!” 

“Should start a dating service, Shepard. The Normandy seems to be a hookup site rather than an Alliance vessel,” Tali said as she sat on the bar tool. She grabbed the tripled filtered Turian brandy and poured herself a glass.

“You’ll be the first to know, Tali,” Shepard quipped as he reached for a glass of champagne. 

“I’m good,” she said as she gulped down her drink through her ‘induction port’. 

“Never mind that. Cortez, line up some shots will you. Reaper metal asses have been sent back to whatever black hole they came from. Time to fucking party!” Jack demanded. 

                                                             ~n~

The bar was littered with all types of different glasses. Shepard had lost count of how many shots and drinks he had, but one thing he was certain about, he felt a lot better than most of the crew. Courtesy of Cerberus upgrades. He could definitely confirm they were still intact and fully functioning. Catalyst be damned for lying to him.

Ashley had met him drink for drink until she felt like the contents were coming back up rather than staying down, so she admitted defeat to their challenge, which she didn’t take too lightly. 

A couple of the crew members were snoring away on the couch, some had called it a night and headed to the crew quarters. While others still danced away to the blaring music in the middle of the lounge, others were playing poker at the table, or gathered around the bar for more shots. 

It had been a good night. It was certainly nice to see everyone let their hair down, so to speak, knowing that there wasn’t a battle waiting for them the next day. For the first time in over three years Shepard actually felt relaxed.  

Shepard was in the middle of taking his shot when Ashley came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Ash, you want one?” Cortez asked her. 

“Nope. I think we can all say Shepard can drink me under the table.” She shook her head, her eyes a little wild, unfocused. She was slightly unsteady on her feet.  Shepard chuckled. 

“For that, he can give me a dance though,” she wiggled her brows.

“Ash…”

“Just one. Come on.” She tugged at his arm, and he acquiesced following her into the middle of the room. 

Ashley wrapped her arms around his neck, his around her waist. 

“I don’t really care for the dance. I just wanted you for a moment,” Ashley whispered in his ear.

“Impatient are we?” He chuckled as he leaned in closer to her. 

“Just a little,” she admitted as she started closing the distance.

“Is that what I’ll get to look forward to everyday?” Shepard quipped.

“Maybe.”

“I don’t think I mind at all,” Shepard said as he closed the distance between them, planting his lips on hers as they gave in to each other. His hands travelled up her waist to eventually rest on each side of her face to keep her from pulling away. He wanted to keep feeling her soft lips against his for as long as he could. Knowing he had to behave in front of the crew drove him crazy. So many things he wanted to do right now. 

Ahsley’s lips parted his as she bit down on his lower lip, pulling it between her teeth before she pulled away. 

“I don’t think I mind either, sir,” she said coyly, as her eyes showed all the intent behind her words, before closing the distance once more. 

Pulling away, Ashley took his arm and winked at him as she led him out of the lounge.

John smirked, he guessed he wasn’t the only one after all with such thoughts in mind. 

[foofyschmoofer]

The Admiral’s Birthday

Fill for Fictober prompt #2: “that’s the easy part”

Thanks to @alyssalenko for the fic idea!

Post-war in the Head Over Tattered Sneakers universe (even though I’m definitely not there yet in the longfic lol)

Also available on AO3.

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Pacing the length of the platform where her shuttle was due to arrive, Bex shifted the garment bags on her shoulder as she glanced at the clock over the ticket counter for the fourth time in what turned out to be as many minutes. If the blasted shuttle didn’t hurry up, the whole plan was going to be for nothing.

She’d worked with Morgan Carmichael for ages to come up with a way to surprise Hackett for his birthday. She’d bought tickets to his favorite opera and gotten reservations at the restaurant where they’d had their extremely belated wedding party.

The planning, that was the easy part.

Getting him to leave the office, even on his birthday, was going to be a struggle. Her birthday? No problem since he usually stayed home that day—most years, it was the only way she remembered it herself.

The loudspeaker dinged. “Next shuttle to Alliance Military block, London, arriving in two minutes.”

Fucking finally.

The dock was so bloated with people, it was another ten minutes before the damn shuttle took off again.

What if he has a meeting he can’t get out of? What if he’s really already left by the time this goddamn slow ass shuttle finally gets to London? What if…

A thousand and one potential disasters cycled through her mind for the duration of the flight. By the time the shuttle landed, she was close to passing out from the stress of it all.

This is why surprises are a bad idea. Always.

Keeping her head down, she concentrated only on her destination, the building at the far end of the block, where Hackett’s office was. She was glad of the crowded streets, giving her a bit of distraction from the torment in her head.

The building was beginning to empty and she had the elevator to herself—no one wanted to go all the way to the top floor when they were on their way out the door. She tapped the button for the 11th floor impatiently, willing the car to move faster, but it only seemed to slow down even more.

Bloody ridiculous. Might as well be back on the goddamn Normandy.

By the time the elevator reached the top floor, she’d just about resigned herself to living in the damn thing.

She knew Hackett’s newest yeoman had already gone—he’d nearly bowled her over as she walked into the building, apologizing profusely as he backed away from her.

Now, she sat in his chair, feet propped up on his desk. Before he’d nearly tripped over himself trying to get away, he’d mentioned Hackett was in an important meeting. Any other day, she’d probably have tried to sneak in, distract him in some way. But today, she merely sat back and waited, luxuriating in the thought that she was actually going to be able to pull this off.

She’d nearly nodded off when the door to Hackett’s office finally opened and he walked out of the room, chatting with Kaidan.

“Well, Davis certainly failed to mention your important meeting was with Councelor Alenko,” Bex said, startling them both.

“Your yeoman looks familiar somehow,” Kaidan said, laughing when she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Wasn’t aware councelors were allowed to have a sense of humor,” she retorted. “Nice to see you, K. It’s been awhile.”

“Too long.” He nodded to Hackett and turned toward the outer door. “I’ve taken enough of your time, Admiral. I’m sure you’d like to get on with celebrating your birthday.”

“I’m sure we’ll see you again soon,” Hackett said, waving Kaidan out the door and locking it behind him. He groaned as he leaned against the wall beside the door and undid the top few buttons on his shirt. “I can’t remember a longer or more boring meeting.” He glanced over at Bex. “You, my love, are the one bright spot in this otherwise dreary day, though I admit I’m surprised to see you, especially so late in the day.”

“It was Morgan’s idea for me to come down, in case you got any bright ideas about working late tonight.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” She walked to the other side of the desk and perched on the corner of it. “Had planned to use all my tricks to get you to quit on time.”

“And why was it so important I not be late tonight?” He closed the space between them in two long strides and bent down to kiss her. “Hi.”

She grinned against his lips. “Hi.” Reluctantly, she pulled away to open her omni-tool, showing him the tickets and reservation. “I just didn’t want you to miss out on celebrating your birthday.”

“You didn’t have to do all this, Rebekah.”

She smiled. “I know. It’s just… making up for the birthdays we missed celebrating during the war, and before that, when I was off chasing Collectors and… other scum.”

“I see.”

“I was worried you’d be in a long meeting or just get bogged down in reading boring reports or something.” She glanced at the time on her omni-tool and hopped off the desk. “But you’re in luck. Since I brought my dress and your tux, and you have a shower in your office, we’ve enough time for me to give you your other present.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

She bit her lip and crooked a finger at him as she slowly walked backwards toward the inner office. “You’ll have to follow me to find out, though it might make us a little late for the opera.”

He paused a moment in the doorway to watch her undress before he stepped into the room and closed the door. “No, my love, I think we’re going to be very late for the opera.”

[hunnybadgerv]

Cold Mornings Are The Best | Mass Effect | Shenko for Keliandra

Summary: A post-Reaper War Christmas morning for the human Spectres, who are trying to find their own new normal in this new universe.

a/n: Written for @Keliandra as a holiday gift for the MEWC Exchange. I truly hope you enjoy this piece. I tried to mix something sweet and fluffy with a little more.

Links: AO3 | FFnet

Cold Mornings Are the Best

Shepard padded around the cozy log cabin in an over-sized cable-knit sweater pilfered from her sleeping lover; thick wool socks accentuated her stealth as she wandered in the pre-dawn hours. The front window framed a pristine white world blanketed in fresh snow. Spindly naked trees dotted the landscape between the cabin and the thick dark wall of a pine forest beyond. At the sight of all that snow, she couldn’t help but shiver. And even though it was far warmer inside the cabin than out and she opted to restart the fire while the coffee brewed.

The goosebumps on her bare legs reminded her just how cold it was outside as the occasional chilly breeze sneaked into their refuge and circled around her. Anytime that happened she got a little jealous of Kaidan still curled up beneath the mountain of blankets in the bed their bodies warmed all night. He looked so peaceful, and she had been surprised that her escape went unnoticed. But she really needed coffee and some of those little apple things his mother left for them, which had been calling her name in her sleep. She wasn't sure what they were, but the little three-bite pastries tasted just like Christmas to Nyx. Probably the cinnamon, she thought as she popped the last bite of her third one into her mouth.

With a telltale sputter, Shepard turned and tugged the coffee pot free and filled two mugs—one black, one lightly sweetened. For that reason alone, she made sure she never prepared their coffee in cups that looked alike. Your first mouthful of morning coffee should not be someone else's; it could turn your whole day on its head in one sip. And her life had more than enough sideways, adding to it unnecessarily was something she tried adamantly to avoid.

Part of her expected the smell of the coffee brewing to wake him up, but when she entered the bedroom with the cups, Kaidan was still fast asleep, or seemed to be. As another cool waft of air brushed her legs and made her shiver, Shepard shook her head at her lover. He laid shirtless and mostly uncovered, the sheets and blankets laid low across his hips. Must be a Canadian thing.

She leaned in the doorway, perching one foot on the opposite knee just enjoying the sight of him so peaceful and beautiful. One hand rested behind his head, the other draped over his eyes despite the fact that the only light in the entire cabin came from the fire she lighted in the other room.  

Eventually silent footsteps carried her to the bedside where she set down the mugs with little plates of his mother's treats atop them. Shepard sat carefully on the side of the bed and leaned over him—not even a groan. With one finger, she lightly traced the topography of his chest, when she guided it over that tempting slope at his hip, Kaidan wriggled beneath her touch. His smile spread, lazy and warm, over his lips as a relaxed groan accompanied the sleepy stretch of his arms

"How are you the first one up?" he asked, voice strained as he stretched his arms far out to his sides, with a huge yawn. One hand returned to rest on her knee.

"I was always the first one up on Christmas," she revealed, as she leaned forward and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Merry Christmas, by the way." Another little peck, this one landed on his mouth. Before he could pull her into an embrace that she knew would waylay them, Nyx spun out of his arms and set the plate next to him on the bed. "I brought coffee and,” she gestured toward the nightstand, “whatever those are."

Kaidan laughed, leaning up on one elbow. He pointed to the three types of items on the plate. "Apple Strudels, in miniature. A pouch of apple compote and brie. And when I told her that your favorite holiday food was apple crisp, she tried to make it easier to package."

"Really?" Nyx asked, stepping back toward the bed.

"She likes you. She wanted you to feel comfortable up here, wanted you to have something familiar to make the whole meeting the family thing a little more bearable," he revealed, shrugging one shoulder.

"Well, huh?" Nyx replied, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, thinking about that revelation.

"Huh, what?" Kaidan slid to the edge of the bed, grabbing her hips and guiding her to stand between his knees.

"Mothers usually hate me. Even if I'm not seeing their sons. Usually more so if I am," she added absently. When he squeezed her hips, she looked down at him. "I'm not the type of woman people dream about for their sons, okay? They don’t look at me and see white picket fences or hear the gentle coos of grand babies or the tiny pitter patter of footsteps," she explained. "It's kind of counter to the life I chose. The life I want."

"I know."

Shepard looked down at him and held his face in her hands. "Yes, I realize that, but parents don't always get it."

"That's true. She doesn't understand why, after everything that’s happened, either of us still want to be on active duty. "

"What did you tell her?" Shepard asked, smoothing her hands down his neck and over his bare shoulders. There was a comfortable coolness to his skin that drew her in.

Alenko wrapped his arms completely around her waist and rested his chin against her belly as he looked up at her. "I told her I made a promise. Told her that no matter what, I have your back. And that whatever comes I'm going to be at your side. As a Spectre, I've got a lot more leeway to determine where I serve and with whom. I'm still Alliance, but I'm not going anywhere."

Shepard’s gaze focused on the circle her fingertip drew over the curve of his shoulder for a moment, before meeting his amber eyes again. "What if I decided to retire?"

Despite the serious tone of her voice, he laughed. She guessed, it was as hard for him to imagine as it used to be for her. Of course, she had no idea what retirement, a civilian life, might possibly entail. Of course, there loomed the very real chance that it could well send her running back into the fray in a week’s time. But their time there sparked her curiosity about what it might be like for the two of them to have a calmer, domestic life—one with less gunfire.

Kaidan remained quiet for a long time, perhaps actually thinking about it. "Then I'll go back to teaching, or we'll find a little place somewhere no one can find us unless we want them to." He moved to stand, and she took a step back. "I'm dead serious. I'm not going anywhere. Even under orders. And as far as my family goes, they know I'm happy and that this … us. It’s what I want.” Kaidan cupped her cheek and held her closer. “Hell, Nyx. Most of my family never thought I'd find anyone who’d stick it out—the Alliance, the L2 complications, the Spectre business, any of it. So, they aren't pushing with questions about the future, or grandchildren. And, honestly, with everything that's happened, I think they're just glad I have someone who makes me happy. Someone to share my life with."

Shepard's fingers teased at the back of his neck as he rested his forehead against hers. "I never thought I would find anything like this either—find someone who got it, got me. Let alone get moments like this. Little bite-sized pieces of normality," she said quietly.

His kiss was reassuring, a forceful and passionate reminder that she truly had a partner. Someone who would support her and watch over her—all wrapped up snugly in a clever, capable package. He swore he’d stay by her side for as much time as they could steal from fate and the galaxy.

Kaidan’s hand coasted down her thigh, just far enough to sneak beneath the sweater she’d confiscated. “I do have to say though. I think my sweater looks better on you,” he admitted between deepening kisses.

Nyx squeaked when his cold fingertips brushed over the warmth of her bare bottom.

“Isn’t your sister expecting us for breakfast?” she asked, still clinging to him and making no real effort to thwart his intentions.

His knee slipped between hers and his fingers skimmed over her hip to dip between her legs. “The sun’s barely even up yet,” he argued. His nose brushed hers, the kisses halting as he gazed at her. “But if you’re worried, I’ll stop.”

When his embrace loosened, her grip on his neck tightened. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Good. Because I really didn’t want to.” His admission, punctuated with a claiming kiss, came laden with a salacious growl.

She whimpered into his mouth when he pulled her into his arms. The chill of his skin dissipated quickly, but shocked her system none the less. He carried her back to the bed. Carelessly, he swept the plate off the sheets as he laid her down. It shattered against the wall, sending forth a few large shards of crockery. In the bed, four hands proved to be too many when they both tried to peel her out of the over-sized sweater. Expecting his skin to still carry a chill, she was shocked by the heat of him once their bodies fitted against one another again.

He did, however, turn onto his side and pull the blankets back over them to keep out any sneaky breezes. He pressed kisses over the top of her thigh, along her hip and ribs, as she watched him. His mouth paused at her breast, hovering, as those warm amber eyes flicked up at her. Giving it a greedy lick, he watched her lips part with a quiet sigh; then he wrapped his lips around it.

“Kaidan,” she whispered, her fingers trailing down the back of his neck along the line of his spine. She had no desire to interfere, though found herself increasingly desperate for more of his attentions.

Her unspoken wish came true. He placed a kiss upon her breast bone and set his attentions to her other breast, while the first nipple pebbled even tighter when exposed to the wispy cold that invaded the room as it battled with the heat of the fire. The combination of sensations sent tingles along her nerves, intensified by the clever dance of his fingertips and his tongue.

The previous night had been a frenzy of lust and desire, but that morning was a luxuriant gift of sensation. He pushed her back against the thick sheets, his body covering hers. They lingered in deep kisses, ethereal caresses, and the quiet of their cabin. There was no rush, even if someone, somewhere might expect them at some time or another. With a mingling of firm lips, pliant tongues, and sharp teeth, their kisses were tinged with residual desperation. Their history left them with a keen appreciation of what was at stake, what they could lose, what they wanted.

She exhaled his name again. This time it was not carried on a whisper, like a prayer; it escaped her swollen lips on a weighted moan. She grasped at his shoulders, nails digging in to keep her grip. Her other hand fisted in his hair and raised his lips from her neck, so she could seal their mouths in a demanding kiss upon his lips.

He groaned into her mouth, Nyx swallowing it like she was starving. All the while her hips ground against his hand, that played her body like the virtuoso he was.

“Yes, Nyx?” he asked, resting his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. His fingers curled within her as his thumb worked circles around her clit.

Her eyes slipped closed and she pressed her head back into the pillow. “Fuck,” she breathed. He waited for an answer, still teasing her with expert precision. Even though her fingers stretched in search she couldn’t reach his cock to exact retribution, he had cleverly pinned his body to the bed in order to keep her frisky fingers at bay. “I want you.”

“You have me, heart and soul,” he assured, pressing a kiss against her jaw.

“I know that. It’s not what I meant. And you know it.”

“Then you’ll have to be more specific.”

“I want you inside me, Kaidan.”

He growled, like he’d been waiting decades for her to say those words. He moved with haste and ease. She whimpered when his fingers slipped from her, mourning the gaping loss of sensation, momentary as it was. Settling between her legs, Kaidan eased into her before resting some of his weight on one elbow so as not to crush her beneath him. Nyx’s fingers grazed his ribs, skimming lower as he took his time. Once his hips met hers, Nyx wrapped one leg around his thigh. She clung to the back of his neck, while her other hand gave his pert bottom a playful, prodding squeeze.

“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckled against her lips.

Nyx grinned at him, it was gentle, pliant like her body in reply to his. “You just like hearing me say it.”

Kaidan laughed, his smile telling. His lips brushed hers. “As much as you like it when I tell you how much I want to feel you,” he said, moving inside her in a long, slow stroke. “How much I want to lose myself in you.” His hips snapped against hers, making her chirp in response.

They both chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sealed their lips in a sensual kiss, tongues easing against one another. They found a rhythm, slow and decadent, as their bodies rolled against one another. Neither rushed to achieve the heightened sensations they both knew would come eventually. The Spectres just basked in every shiver, every quake in taught muscle and spark firing beneath flushed skin. At that moment, neither Nyx nor Kaidan held anything back. They took and gave freely, fully—pouring themselves and their desires into one another.

In motions that might seem lazy to the casual observer, they enticed one another, feasting on every ragged breath that escaped their lover. They moved together toward a buzzing gravity which only affected the pair of them and would build until it burst into an explosion of ecstasy within their languid bodies. Kaidan and Nyx clung to one another, basking in the echo or their names on one another’s lips as their nerves crackled with anticipation and finally release.

Even after, they retained that erotic embrace, faces buried against each other’s necks. The two human Spectres were content in that moment to remain encapsulated in their own little sliver of space and time. Wrapped up together, where no one dared encroach. At least until some hours after dawn painted the sky from a vibrant, pastel palette.

[deadlymaelstrom]

The war is over. The Reapers have been defeated. Against all odds, and in the face of the greatest threat this galaxy has ever known, we survived. We suffered many losses. The relays are severely damaged, but we won. This victory belongs to each of us... every man, woman, and child. Every civilization, on every world. 

Now, as we take our first steps toward restoring what we lost, we must remember what it took to win. This wasn't a victory by a single fleet, a single army, or even a single species. If this war has taught us anything, it is that we are at our strongest when we work together. And if we can put down our grievances long enough to stop something as powerful as the Reapers, imagine what we can achieve now that they are defeated. 

It will take time, but we can rebuild everything that was destroyed. Our homes, our worlds, our fleets and defenses. All of this - and more. Together, we can build a future greater than any one of us could imagine. A future paid for by the sacrifices of those who fought and died alongside us. A future that many will never see. And while we still have many challenges ahead of us... We can face them together. 

And we will honor those who died to give us that future.

[deadlymaelstrom]

John Shepard visits Anderson’s grave in London whenever he gets the chance now that the war is over, paying his respects to his mentor and father figure. His thoughts are soon broken by Kahlee Sanders’ arrival. The two then trade banter on how they met Anderson and how much he’s changed their lives.

[deadlymaelstrom]

London ruins (Male/Ashley version) by neehs

[deadlymaelstrom]

As a mother, Ashley Williams retains most of her personality traits though she loves and is caring towards her children but would be stern and strict when she needs to be. She has deep pride in her children's successes and didn’t hesitate to loudly cheer for her eldest son Kaidan from the audience during his school’s biotiball tournaments when his team won, even though she embarrassed him. Ashley is also fiercely protective of them, though she was often depicted as somewhat overprotective.

However, as a result of having taken up huge responsibilities in the Alliance military, it has strained her relationship with her children. Despite not returning home while on active duty as often as she used to, Ashley actually tried her best to make time for them in person and to help them with their problems whenever she could. Eventually, after Balak's attack on the Citadel, her relationship with her children improved significantly to the point where her schedule was lessened and was able to spend more time at home.