Luke had set himself a task, and damn it, he was determined to follow through: he was going to find Ashton and Cezara a babysitter for baby Lily. The band schedule was beginning to pick up and Ashton didn't want Cezara to pick up more pace without his help, so everyone had agreed to find a suitable and affordable babysitter for the sweet little girl, so Luke had put out an ad, and he'd even interviewed a few people, but none had been a good match. The girl he'd had booked in for the afternoon, Marie, had sounded promising on paper, and Luke hoped, more than anything, that this would be the end of the process. Hearing a knock, Luke stood up and went to the door, nudging away an excited Petunia with his foot, amused. Pulling open the door, Luke blinked in surprise as he caught sight of a beautiful brunette woman, clearly nervous. "Hi, Marie, right?" Luke asked. "Come in!"
Gracie's lunch breaks were getting shorter and her hours were getting longer, but she'd be damned if she minded - the money she made was too good to back out of the job and Gracie was certain her mother was right when she said a pretty face could get you anywhere, as long as you had a sharp tongue to match. Smirking with the thought, Gracie pushed open the doors to the diner she used to frequent in high school; her black heels clicking against the linoleum floor with each step she took. Gracie could admit she missed the days she would sit in the booths with her friends, because she never seemed to have any fun these days... smile faltering a little, Gracie chose a table and sat down, setting her handbag in the chair next to her before fixing her hair and looking at the menu.
Ashton walked into the kitchen and smiled at the scene in front of him, his heart swelling with the fact that one day, Cezara and himself might have a child of their own - until then though, Lily was more than enough to keep them both busy. She'd been a wonderful learning experience and Ashton was reminded of the days when his own siblings were just babies, and how fucking grateful he was that he'd retained the knowledge of how to change a diaper. "Well, aren't you two cute?" Ashton asked with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to the top of Cezara's head, and then a kiss to Lily's forehead as she suckled from the bottle greedily. "God, she was starving." Ashton laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Want me to burp her?" Ashton asked, putting the coffee machine on.
Rosie tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up to the house she was meant to meet Calum Hood at. She had applied for a babysitting position, and yet, the house seemed a little too quiet to have any children living there. Wondering if she should just skip, Rosie's feet ignored her anxiety and led her up the path, and seeing the door was open, she pursed her lips into a thin line. "Hello?" She called, blinking in surprise as a tiny dog came running towards her, barking excitedly. "Oh, hello!" She laughed, kneeling down. "Feisty, aren't you?" She grinned, scratching behind his ears before gently looking at his tag. "Duke. Are you the one I'm babysitting?" She laughed.
Jensen felt as though he'd been living life in slow motion recently, because since Ileana had left, since they lost the baby they both already loved so dearly after such a short amount of time, since everything fell apart, Jensen had been holding on to the smallest amount of hope, and it felt as though it was dragging him down further rather than lifting him up. Resting his chin in the palm of his hand, Jensen listened to Misha Collins, the motor mouth, rant on and on about how Jensen never seemed to do anything these days and he needed to get out of the house and Misha knew just the place to go for some good food. "If I say yes, will you quit bugging me?" Jensen asked gruffly, and as Misha smirked and said yes, Jensen was quick to stand up. "Then what're we waiting for?" - as it turned out, Jensen wished he'd waited a little longer before relenting, because Misha had dragged Jensen to one of Ileana's favourite resteraunts. "Dammit, Misha." Jensen hissed as he climbed out of the car.
It had taken Sasha quite a bit of convincing to agree to go to the party Richard Speight was throwing, knowing damn well Jared Padalecki would be there - but dammit, Rich had a way with words and Sasha was sold in no time with the promise of drinks and a good time; and now here she was. Sasha held a glass of wine in her hand as she danced happily with her friends, glad that so far, so good, she hadn't ran into the sasquatch of a man she had been trying so desperately to avoid. Still, despite Richard's (and sometimes Misha's) teasing, Sasha could admit to herself that there was a small part of her that hated Jared just for the thrill of getting under his skin and riling him up to the point where his jaw was tightened and his eyes were dark, because it was such a good look on him. Biting her lip with the thought, probably influenced by the wine, Sasha looked for Jared in the crowd.
Harry felt... guilty. His agency had dragged Emilia into his mess and she had to pick up the pieces as he shattered the glass, and beyond the contract, there wasn't anything he could do. Pursing his lips into a line, Harry followed Emilia into their 'shared' bedroom, clearing his throat. "Emilia," Harry spoke, sitting on the edge of his large bed as he shrugged off his suit jacket. They barely spoke outside of allocated dates and premiers, but something told Harry to try and break the barrier between them, because he owed her much more than what he was giving her. "Would you like a glass of wine and a film?" He offered. "I just... feel like I barely know you, considering that we're meant to be together." Harry offered a half-hearted grin. "We can order a Chinese too, if you want, what do you say?" He hoped she'd say yes, and standing to his feet, he went to get himself some pyjamas.
Etta lay on the bed on her front as she watched Amelia on her play mat, kicking her legs happily as the stuffed elephant and giraffe sang a delightful tune, and just watching the scene, Etta couldn't help but smile. Amelia had been an absolute joy to look after, but with Etta due back to work soon and Louis back at the studio, the couple wouldn't be able to take her on as much. Frowning with the thought, Etta was pulled from her own mind when she heard Louis call, Amelia kicking frantically when she heard Louis' voice. Smiling, Etta wondered if one day it would be their own son or daughter laying there. "Up here, babe! We're having some tummy time before bed." Etta called.
Nathaniel already had a drink in hand and a pretty woman eyeing him from across the room, and hey, this party wasn't as bad as he was expecting, because he was certain he would bump into a certain Valeria Rayne within the moment he crossed the threshold, but so far, so good. He was certain the only reason why his friend - Sean - had invited her was to get a rise out of Nathaniel, and he was proud to say that Sean wouldn't win this round. He was there to have a good time, not to get annoyed at the very sight of Valeria. Deciding his drink needed a top up, Nathaniel weaved through bodies to where Sean kept the booze - and as if God himself had read his thoughts, Nathaniel saw the very woman he didn't want to bump into. "So they did let you in, hm?" Nathaniel scoffed. "Sean warned me in advance you'd be here and yet I still can't stand the sight of you." And maybe, just maybe, the reason why he couldn't stand the sight of Valeria was because he was much more fond of the woman than he cared to admit.
Euphemia tugged her jacket a little tighter around herself, the crisp Autumn air enough to make her consider, if just for a moment, turning around and going back to the sweet little apartment she'd managed to make a home out of since leaving Cillian. The decision to leave hadn't been easy, driven by grief, and god, she missed Cillian more than anything - he was the one she was determined to spend forever with, and yet, the loss of their unborn baby had torn them apart in a cruel twist of fate. Pursing her lips with the thought, Euphemia headed for a familiar little coffee shop - the one she met Cillian in - and decided that a warm coffee would put some warmth back into her chilled skin. Finding a seat, Euphemia shrugged off her coat and took in the scent of coffee beans, wondering if life would fall back into place soon.
October 25th, 2020 at 05:09pm