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PM: Boyfriend?

PM: Yes, dear?

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[Given to Sebastian on Christmas Eve, along with a packed suitcase. The card attached reads:]

Pookie,

This is probably selfish, because it’s for me too, but…I got us a vacation. Just us, for a week, in Vegas. We’re leaving the day after Christmas, and we’re staying until after New Year’s. We’ve got a lot of free time to explore, plus tickets to a few things that I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to see (like that kink exhibition that we missed out on in Paris. We’re finally going to see it, provided that someone can keep his hands to himself this time).

Everything’s already planned (including asking people to check on your mom for you, without making it look like they’re checking on her, so no worries there). All you have to do is show up and look pretty, which won’t be a problem

The bracelet, aside from being my subtle attempt to grow your leather collection, is because…You know how you get when I wear my collar? It’s like that. I’d say you’re a bad influence on me, but you’re already smug enough.

Merry Christmas, Seb. I love you, I’m proud of you, and I’m still not sure how I got lucky enough to keep you.

Yours, -Kumquat

PS: The Mile High Club called, they said we need to renew our membership. ;)

@sovereignseb

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PM: Everything is set for tomorrow. I'll send you all the information for the location.

PM: You are the absolute best, Valentine. I’m gonna take him out to dinner first, but I’ll make sure to text you when we’re on the way over.

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PM: Dude. You okay with your Pops leaving and all? Anything you need?

PM: Yeah, Sam, I’m good. He gave me a heads up. Even gave me the option to come along...And I’m pretty sure if I asked, he’d save one of the dorm rooms over there for me.

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PM: So most of me wants to complain about Vega being totally in charge now and worry about what she's going to do with all of that power, but I need to make sure you're okay first. Are you okay?

PM: I’m okay, I promise. I knew about it the night they made the offer. Pops made sure I was okay with him leaving before he said yes to the job.

I, um...I do have something else that I need to talk to you about, though.

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21. I feel like I should make an Adele pun, but I'm finally crashing after all of the sugar I had this weekend (life lesson: do not tell an 8 year old that it's almost your birthday. They will use it as an excuse for everyone in a ten mile radius to eat their bodyweight in candy, cake, and straight up sugar). Not sure if Seb remembered. To be fair, if I didn't have an alarm on my phone, I wouldn't have...Is it bad that I'mhoping he doesn't? He already spends to much on me as is. Anyways, I'm going to bed. I'm pretty sure the dads won't let me skip class just to sit around being 21.

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The Brat Submissive...64%

a submissive who is generally well-behaved, but has made misbehavior, teasing, and limited kinds of defiance or disobedience an integral part of the D/s dynamic she enjoys

The Pseudo Submissive...60%

The Pseudo-sub likes taking orders from her Dominant, as long as he tells her to do what she would be doing anyway. 

The Warrior Princess Submissive...96%

She is willing and able to fight the good fight alone, but welcomes the notion of having a worthy partner, fighting by her side. And yet, when the day’s fighting is done, she is perfectly at ease with considering herself entirely His – heart, might, mind, body, and soul.

@sovereignseb​

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Journal Entry (1/15/16)

So...

Yesterday happened.

I...I mean, so, the obvious place to start is that...Ellie thinks she might be pregnant, and if she is...then it’s Seb’s.

And like...It’s not even...I knew he was going to have to have a kid eventually, okay? I mean, he has a giant company now, he has to have somebody to leave it to (and I’m pretty sure he’d rather swallow glass than leave it Ben), so...Yeah. There was always going to be Seb having a kid with somebody else. That’s not...I don’t care about that...I just...I guess I thought it’d be a Domme? Like, some random...damn it...Someone who would get pregnant for him, but then just...give him the kid? There’s a word for it, I know there is, but I don’t have it right now...

Anyway, I thought it’d be something like that, and it would be years down the road, and it wouldn’t be a big deal, he’d just come home one day and be like “So, I should probably have a kid soon” and I’d be like “Sweet, want me to call the baby-carrier company and have them find somebody?” and we’d agree on somebody, and they’d do the turkey baster thing and then nine months later, tada: Baby Smythe. 

This is...Not that at all. And like, I...I don’t know what’s going to happen, now. Like, if she is...is he going to Claim her? I mean, I know he wouldn’t have to, but he’s so damn set on not being Julian (which is not a bad thing by any means) that he probably would just to do the right thing. Which, I mean, is fine, he still would be able to Claim one other sub, it’s just...I wanted to be first    It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid.

But like...What if that’s what she wants? I mean, what if she was trying to get knocked up so that she’s like, set for life? I mean, doesn’t her dad make fucking syrup or some shit? It’s a hell of a step up from that to being Claimed by a Smythe...And like, okay, that’s probably horrible of me to think, but like...It’s possible!

And like...What am I supposed to do? I mean, like...Obviously, I’m not breaking up with Sebastian, but like...If there is a kid on the way, does that just mean I’m fucking...Uncle Carter, automatically? Or am I like, some weird, third parent or some shit? Jesus fucking...Is this how Dad felt, when Pops came back from Chicago and was all “Btw, adopted a kid. Hope that’s cool, otherwise we’re done”? Because if so, I totally get why he was kind of a dick at first...

I just...I really want to be upset, and pissed off, and freaked out, but...I can’t. Because Seb is already, and if both of us freak out, nothing’s going to get done. So...He’s gonna take the day off from class, I think, to get his head straight and I’m...not. 

I’m going to finish writing this, and then go to breakfast, and then to class, and then I’m going to pick up all the stuff that Seb missed for him during study hall, and I’m going to drop it off, and make sure that he eats something, and make him text Ellie about meeting up to talk...

And I’m not going to freak out. Everything will be fine, as long as I don’t freak out.

...Maybe if I keep saying it, I’ll believe it.