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Nixon and Nixon always managed to stress Jocelyn out. The firm seemed to explode whenever she took a few days off. Her presence had been requested in Toronto for a case they absolutely needed her help with. Of course she nailed it, but she was pissed off by the fact it had kept her away from her husband and out of spite had pushed her cases to other lawyers at the firm to give her two whole weeks off. âBecause if I donât Iâll become a tyrant, and trust me, Miranda, you wouldnât want me to become one. Remember the Morrison case in â09?â She spoke to her earpiece, climbing out of her Audi as sheâd finally reached the driveway of her home after a way too long drive. âExactly, so stop complaining, youâre in charge and Iâll see you next month.â She was known for being two faced. Lovely and kind as Jocelyn, but a wicked bitch as Mrs Nixon in the courtroom and in the office. Itâs what made her efficient, but if people did right by her she wasnât so bad and today had just happened to turn into a bad one. Her earpiece tossed into the car she made her way to the front door, where, once inside, she rested against. Her bag dropping next to her on the ground âOh, daddy! Iâm home!â She called out, teasingly and longingly at the same time. @vfdwritesÂ
      Jocelyn's absence had created the perfect excuse for Ethan to finally make time in his busy schedule to drive down to the Nixon estate to pick up the remaining memorabilia the couple had left at the guesthouse during the time they had lived there. It wasn't even that much stuff, but the drive out of MontrĂŠal took up to 40 minutes and unpacking also took a whole lot of time, which Ethan always ended up deeming would be better spent with his wife rather than digging through a dozen boxes, hence, when she gave him the news she would have to be in Toronto for a few days, he figured unpacking would be a productive way to spend those lonely nights. Ethan had become so invested in the task, though, that he didn't even hear the door to their duplex penthouse opening in the living room on the first floor. But his little hobby would be put to a halt immediately once that all-too-familiar voice resonated through the pristine marble walls of their apartment. Ethan immediately let go of the odd piece of furniture he was pulling out of a box ââ was that a vase? It definitely looked like a vase, but he could recall Jocelyn explaining to him what it actually was and the surprised look on his face that came afterward ââ, cleaned the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and walked out of the room. His signature smirk came across his features the minute he caught his first glimpse of her blond locks. Even his eyes seemed to smile, somehow... If you came back in time to say, 2010 and asked Ethan Fairmont ââ the world's biggest skeptical ââ if he thought he would ever feel as happy by just looking at someone, as he did when he looked at her, he would probably have said no. Which was what made life so beautifully ironic. Who would have thought that Ethan Fairmont, now Fairmont-Nixon, would ever find himself falling in love with the same person every single day of his life? "Hey babe," He finally said, as he walked down the last steps of the stairs, his gaze not leaving her for one second, as if he never wanted to let go of that beautiful sight. Soon enough, Ethan had one arm wrapped around her lower back ââ pulling her as close as possible to his body, so that even their atoms might be kissing ââ and his lips pressed to hers. His other hand was just under her butt, raising up both her legs, so they were each on either side of his lower abdomen, "I've missed you," He whispered against her lips, not really bothering to let go before he kissed her again.