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In Your Eyes

Thirty-seven

The scent of vanilla and the sight of light brown hair were the first things to greet Sid as he opened his eyes the following morning. He smiled all over again, pressing his nose into Piper's hair and tightening his arms around torso where they'd been all night.

She got here early.

She surprised me again.


Sid felt like a superstar, more than he ever did on the ice in all his years. The woman in his arms drove nearly 14 hours just to be with him, and this time…to stay with him.

I get to look forward to this every morning.

Because of this, Sid couldn't help himself. He had to kiss her. He placed a gentle kiss to the back of Piper's neck here his mouth was. With her spooned against him, he could feel all of her against him. Her warm skin against his and the softness of his hair tickling his face was everything he dreamed of having in his arms.

And now she's here.

His mouth moved down Piper's neck to the middle of her shoulders. She shifted just slightly, curling back into his embrace even deeper. The last thing Sid wanted to do was wake her; she'd driven all night and had fallen asleep almost immediately after they'd gotten into bed. As much as he wanted to take her last night and make her cum…as much as he wanted to ravage her now and make her moan his name….Sid waited. Her rest was important, and he still wouldn't take for granted that she needed it because she drove all night to be with him.

This proved to be a harder task than Sid realized, but he did his best to close his eyes and drift back to sleep. It was incredibly comfortable to sleep with Piper; she hardly tossed or turned, her breathing was rhythmic and hypnotic in a sense, and she fit unusually well in his arms. The ease of sleeping next to Piper was also the downfall to sleeping next to Piper: her body was almost too much for Sid to handle. The perfect shape of her hips, the slender legs, her pert breasts that were the perfect handful whenever he grasped them….He may have been good at delayed gratification in the past, but with her laying next to him now, Sid was only so strong.

Sliding his hand slowly up and along her smooth thighs, dipping along the curve of her waist and up to the honey softness of her breasts, Sid felt himself growing faster than he could control. He used his nose to move some of her wavy hair away from her neck, exposing more of the skin he needed to taste. He planted another lazy kiss here, licking his lips as his desire continued to grow.

Piper shifted again, pushing her hips tighter against his. She turned her head slightly, her now-open eyes gazing heavily up at him. "I like this wake-up call."

"So do I." He grinned, dragging the tip of his finger along the pink lips he couldn't take his eyes off of. In a moment of surprise, he watched as his finger disappeared into Piper's mouth as she sucked on it gently. The green of her eyes flashed as Sid felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth and tongue against his finger. He let out a small laugh. "Fuck…"

Piper smiled as she let Sid's finger slip from her mouth. "I want something else in my mouth, Captain."

Fuu-hhuhhh-huuck.

She rolled him over, the exchange of power between the two shifting in that instant as it so often did. If Sid could think about anything other than his hard-on in that moment, he might feel a little guilty. Piper was feisty. Insistent. Complimentary. Exciting. Refreshing. Above all…she was fucking sexy.

Crawling over his naked body, Sid could only lay back and accept the pleasure that followed. Piper would have no other way. "Don't…don't you want to sleep?" he managed, knowing damn well neither were going back to sleep that morning.

Piper laughed her way down his torso, kissing in between. "Fuck no."

Sid grinned. "Good."

"Don't talk" she said. When she got to his erection, she glanced up at him with a sly smile. "Just relax and enjoy."

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkkkkkk. Sid felt the heat of her mouth and her soft tongue flicking over his most sensitive spot, his body shuddering in response to her perfect control.

Piper was in heaven. With Sid's ample thickness moving in and out of her mouth, tasting him, wanting him the way she did….Heaven was getting to know she would get to do this now, all the time, whenever she wanted. And she wanted to do it all the time. All. The. Fucking. Time.

She moved her eyes up to watch the hilarity of his face. It was a cross between blissful, painful, and appearing as if he was three seconds from laughing. When he lifted his head up from the pillow, a thankful smile played across his face.

"You are so fucking good, Piper."

She smiled, his dick leaving her mouth with a soft pop. "I know." She went back to working harder and faster on him to get another facial expression.

Sid watched Piper work his shaft, the head, back to the shaft…alternating between licking and stroking…and all thoughts literally zapped from his brain. Every ounce of blood was happily rushing south and all he could do was lie there and enjoy. Just a tiny amount of guilt lingered somewhere far back in the depths of his mind…but his mind wasn't working, so the guilt was short-lived. In fact, it wasn't long before he could feel himself getting closer to a critical level. "Baby…"

"Hmmm?"

Her voice vibrated against his cock and Sid almost lost it then. "I'm getting close…"

"Mmm hmm."

"Fuck" he breathed, almost laughing. "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum--"

"Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm---"

Sid looked at her and shook his head. "So cruel!" He watched Piper ease off him so she could laugh.

"Your point?" She smiled at him sassily. "I want on this, by the way."

Music to my ears. He taunted her with his smirk. "What are you waiting for?"

Piper crawled away from his dick, still slick and glistening from her mouth. Just as she positioned her hips over him did Sidney truly realize just how lucky he was. He gripped her hips hard, his finger tips squeezing into soft flesh, taking back the control he needed at that moment. He thrust into her in one hard push, going as deep into her mind-blowing tightness as he could.

When Piper cried his name, Sidney went to work. He was going to make sure her first morning living with him wouldn't be easily forgotten.

* * *

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

Ali laughed. James' beard tickled her stomach and she couldn't help but squirm.

"Sit still! I'm trying to have a conversation here." James looked at her bare stomach and kissed it. "I love you. I love you. I love you--"

"--Are you going to do this every morning for the next nine months?"

James shot a grin up at her. "Is that not okay?" He kissed her stomach again and then slid back up to her mouth, which he wanted more of. "Because I don't care" he whispered, snark in his voice.

Ali felt his lips on hers and seriously debated not going to class or work or the grocery store or even getting up for that matter. "Do we have to be responsible humans today?" she asked, pleading with her mouth as she kissed him again.

"Game night."

"So?"

"Two road games after this."

"So?"

James shook his head, his eyes cooling as he stared into Ali's. "I'd take you with me....but I don't think Nisky would appreciate the moaning."

"Really? I always thought Matt liked me." She scratched the chestnut hair around his mouth, tickling him this time. "I'll promise to be quiet?"

"Ha! You!?" James rolled onto his back, the back of his hand resting on his forehead as he laughed. "You weren't quiet LAST night."

Ali ran her fingernails along the dips and planes of his abs, outlining them lazily with her finger. "As if I'm going to be anything but loud here in our own bedroom." She glanced up at him, one eyebrow lifting smartly. "As if you'd do anything to make me stay silent."

That made James proud. Pregnant wife or not, if he couldn't make his girl happy and get her off, he wasn't doing his job right....and he took this job very seriously. Knowing he needed to get up sooner or later, James took just another minute to relax and enjoy the feather light sensation of Ali's fingers on his stomach. When he moved his eyes to the digital clock on the bedside table, he groaned.

"Time to go?" Ali sounded bummed.

Tossing the blankets up and over him, James rolled away and stood up. He stretched his arms up over his head. "Up and at 'em, Mrs. Neal" he said partway through a yawn. "I'll make breakfast."

She actually cackled. "Oh you will, will you?"

His sharp gaze turned to her. "Is that disbelief I hear in your voice?"

"Heck yeah!" She flipped the covers over her and stood as well. "I know better than that."

James pushed his bottom lip out. "Come on, Ali...let me try, please? At the very least?"

"Oh....wait, you were actually serious?" Whenever James' eyebrows pinched together like they were and his eyes took on a sad droopiness, Ali knew he was serious. This was confirmed when he didn't respond, which made her wince. "Sorry."

"I'm trying here, babe." He went over to her and cupped the side of her neck. "I don't know what I'm doing or how I can help you right now, but I wanna do whatever I can."

"But you don't have to anything!"

"I do, though. Yesterday when you were barfing all over the place?"

Ali's gaze went flat. "I didn't barf everywhere..."

"That kinda freaked me out" he finished. "It freaked me out because I couldn't really do anything. So as we do this baby thing together, just let me help when I can, okay?"

Smiling, Ali gave him a reassuring nod. "Okay, babe. And I love you for it."

James bent to kiss her, lingering long enough to make sure she knew he loved her back. "Now let me go Youtube breakfast ideas and you rest in bed until breakfast is all done."

She laughed, her eyes following his lean frame as he headed out of the bedroom and downstairs. With a content sigh, she glanced around the bedroom as she tried to decide what to do first. She could shower and get ready for the day, or she could stay put and enjoy the last few minutes of rest and relaxation before her day really began. Piper was supposed to be arriving into town later that afternoon, so Ali wanted to at least get everything she needed to get done first...thenshe could really enjoy the arrival of her friend back to town.

Deciding to do what she needed to do, not what she wanted to do, Ali grabbed a fresh towel and went about getting a shower and readying herself. Since she left the bathroom door open, the minute she stepped out of the shower and some of the steam dissipated, the smell of something cooking tickled her nose...as well as her curiosity.

"Can I come down yet?" she called down the stairs, scrunching the wetness out of her hair with her towel.

"Almost!"

Ali counted the ways she adored James as she returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Standing in front of the mirror in her bra and panties, hair wet and stringy over her shoulders, Ali ran her hands over her stomach.

Going to get big soon enough.

She tried to imagine what she would look like......and it made her scared. Or maybe it was nervous? No...she definitely felt her heartbeat spike thinking of herself with a growing belly. The emotion was definitely fear.

But why? She saw herself frowning as she asked this question in her mind. Because I have no idea what to expect.

Nothing in her life had really changed after finding out she was pregnant. Even the phone call from the doctor yesterday confirming the positive results of the blood test didn't really feel like a huge change in the way she lived her life.

But it was coming....and that was what scared her the most.

Running her hands back over the now-flat, toned stomach, Ali couldn't feel a baby inside. There was no evidence of a baby coming. It was just news. Words. Two pink lines. Lots of laughter and crying and James cooking breakfast for the first time in a year.

But it's coming Ali thought, fear prickling all over her skin. You'll be showing soon. You'll hurt. It'll ache. You'll feel sick, happy, afraid, ecstatic, who knows...maybe all at once...but it's coming, Allison. Things will change.

"Eggs Benedict, baby!" James appeared in the doorway, his blue eyes immediately lowering to take in Ali's half-naked body. He noticed the fear-ridden look on her face, and concern immediately slipped into his. "Uh oh. You feel like barfing again? I'll hold your hair. Just pretend I'm one of your girlfriends--"

She cracked a smile. "No, it's not that. Not yet, anyways."

His brow bent. "What is it then?" He crossed the few steps from the doorway to the sink where she was standing, rubbing her bare shoulders. "Tell me."

"I'm going to get fat."

James blinked. "That's what that look on your face is for?"

"I'm going to lay around and have fat ankles and be sore all the time and don't I need...like...a special pillow to sleep with or something?"

Her brown eyes looked up at him as if begging for help or some sort of good news, but James had none. He had no idea about pillows or fat ankles or anything of the sort. He was as new to this as she was. "I, uh....um....pillows, babe?"

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"Neither do I." He squeezed her shoulders. "But we'll figure it out, okay? It's not like we don't have time."

Ali felt his lips peck her cheek before his fuzzy chin rested in the crook of her neck. His arms wrapped around her stomach, and she held onto them just as tight. "Thank you."

"Welcome."

"Sorry I'm standing here half naked and being crazy."

"I'll accept the apology on the crazy part." He smiled against her shoulder. "Not the naked part though."

Ali giggled. "Deal."

"Get dressed....or don't, I'm cool with either....and then come downstairs." James let go of her and caressed the back of her head. "Food's waiting for ya, if you can keep it down."

Indeed, food was waiting for Ali when she was dressed and ready. She walked into the kitchen to two fully loaded plates on the table, complete with glasses of orange juice. James stood grinning proudly, watching Ali's eyes widen as she came closer. "What do you think?"

"Did you make actual Hollandaise sauce?"

He nodded excitedly. "Try it. The video was super easy."

Ali couldn't argue with James' method of learning how to cook. Almost a year ago they stood in the very same kitchen, stressing over multiple Thanksgiving dinner related Youtube videos to help them make the full spread for her parents.

Ali dipped a finger in the pale yellow sauce and tasted it, her eyes on James the entire time.

When he saw her face light up, he knew he'd pulled it off. "Yeah!? You like?"

"Shit...this is really good. Like actually good, babe!"

James felt relief and thankfulness spread over him. When he sat down, his posture was straighter and his face was as proud as ever. "Let's eat."

Ali couldn't believe it, but she kept the entire meal down. She considered the possibility that whatever spells she had these first few months might be more random than she thought. Despite this though, she cleaned her plate, which surprised even James. They helped one another clean up, and then James was off to get himself ready for practice.

As he was upstairs, Ali went to text Piper and ask for a driving update...only to find a text was already waiting for her.

P: Guess who's already in town? ;-)

"NO WAY." Ali gasped aloud, almost fumbling her cell phone to write a response back.

A: NO WAY!! Did you drive the ENTIRE trip in one day!? You crazy girl! You are in love!

It took only a few seconds before Piper wrote back.

P: You know it! Was rewarded with cock this morning too, so it was worth it. ;-) Want to come over? Are you busy?

A: Nope, my schedule is clear for you, babe. Give me a little while until the guys head to the rink, then I'll be over. Sound good?

P: Sounds fantastic. See you SOON.

A spandex-clad James came bounding back down the stairs and into the kitchen where Ali remained standing, her back against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other. She glanced up, her eyes taking their sweet time ogling every line of James' lean body silhouetted by his spandex. He pulled two bottles of Gatorade out of the fridge and tossed them in his bag, the muscles of his back shifting and pressing against the stretchy fabric.

James felt Ali's eyes on him the entire time, so when he looked over, he wasn't surprised to see her smirking. "Yeesss?"

"Piper's already in town."

He laughed. "What! Really!??"

"Just got a text from her." Ali wiggled her phone in front of her. "I'm going over to help her unpack after you guys leave."

"Ohhhhh man, I bet Sid's gonna show up this morning with the biggest post-fuck grin on that shiny face of his" James said deviously.

Ali walked over and patted him on his shoulder. "Go easy on him, okay? For me?"

"Fuck no! Me and the guys have been waiting too long for this day to come."

She ignored his response, too distracted by his body taunting her. "Kiss me and leave before I fuck you again" she said, pulling him towards her. "All that compression gear is making me hot."

"Damn." James gladly gave her his mouth, then gave her his tongue. "Putting a baby in you really hasn't stopped you from anything, has it?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Especially when it comes to being turned on by you."

* * *

Boxes everywhere. Open boxes, closed boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes. Most of them were left downstairs, which Piper was glad to see Sid and Geno had hauled them inside according to her labeling system.

Ali stood next to her, staring at the boxes. "Well….this isn't as many as I thought you'd have??" She tried to sound encouraging. "I mean, whenever I moved in with James, I had about twice this much."

Piper smiled at her. "You also moved all your furniture because James had, what….a couch and a bed?"

"A bed." Ali laughed softly. "The couch is mine."

Looking around at the boxes, Piper sighed. "Guess we should just get to it. The sooner we begin, the sooner we end and can get to the fun stuff."

"Fun stuff?"

"Drinking and bullshitting."

"Ahhhh, yes, how could I forget?" Ali gave her a smile. "Where shall we begin?"

Kneeling with her pair of scissors in hand, Piper picked the box closest to her and began cutting the tape she literally just used to close it up no less than four days ago. "Let's start with this one and just work our way out of the circle that surrounds us."

They got to work. Ali brought her iPod and hooked it up to the stereo system Sid had set up inside the house. She put on music they used to listen to in college, Piper laughing as each track came on and told the story of a snippet from their past within the notes. It was all the songs they used to get ready to before going out at night, or the stuff they would lounge and listen to when they were hungover, or studying, or avoiding studying, or depressed because their grades weren't the grades they'd been hoping for. It made for lots of happy conversation as the two unloaded Piper's stuff and went about finding locations for everything she had.

"Wow, what's this!?!" Ali held up a moderately sized picture set in a white washed frame. "It's gorgeous."

Piper glanced over and saw the painting Ali held and instantly felt a nostalgic, warm feeling inside. "That's a local artist's rendition of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park. Painted on silk, of all things."

"This is silk?" Ali gazed at the painting with a whole new respect. "It's stunning. And this is near your house?"

"Yes. Well…..my old house."

Ali saw Piper's eyes sadden ever-so-slightly, and she felt for her. "Well no matter what house, you will always have this to bring with you to remember home by."

Piper nodded in agreement, albeit somewhat sadly. "That's true."

"Where should I hang it? Sid will love this."

"You think?" This lifted Piper's spirits back up. "I hope so. I almost didn't pack any art, incase he didn't want a bunch of stuff cluttering his walls."

Ali chuckled. "Babe, I think Sid could use some 'clutter' on these bare walls" she joked, using air quotes to emphasize Piper's false term of clutter. "Plus, didn't you tell me Sid loved it back in Maine?"

"Yeah. He really does." And just knowing that made Piper feel so much better. Even the previous day on the phone with Sid had confirmed he had plans to return back to Bar Harbor to revisit the area, spend time with her family, and just relax. It was comforting to know he enjoyed it there as much as he did.

So as the girls brought out more and more items, more paintings and photographs were unpacked and Piper told stories to Ali about all of them. Ali listened, always with a smile, trying to imagine in her mind the locations and stories Piper informed her of with every unpacked item.

The hardest task proved to be hanging the items. They both agreed that they would mark in pencil the places the art might be placed, then wait for Sidney to come home to make sure it was okay to hang there. Since hanging items was last on both the girl's area of expertise, they also left this task to Sid for the reason that he would help do it. Neither Ali nor Piper guessed they would get it straight and level the first time they hung the items, so to prevent putting pin holes all over Sid's walls - they'd just wait for him to help.

After a few hours working on the boxes downstairs, they moved upstairs and began unpacking the few boxes left in the bedroom. Upon walking in, Ali looked around the room with new eyes. She'd never been in Sid's bedroom. It was fairly typical and somewhat expected in the way it was decorated and painted. Piper was right: there were no items on the walls, which made the room seem a little cold.

She did notice, however, the bed was a total mess. The sheets were tousled, pillows haphazardly left here and there, and the topmost blanket was askew, half hanging off the side of the bed.

Piper and Ali met eyes and Ali smirked. "Nice, girl. Nice."

"Sorry I didn't clean this up" she said, wincing. "Is that okay?"

"I didn't clean mine up this morning before I left either." Ali winked at her. "So I hardly care. In fact - can I high-five you right now?"

Piper raised her hand and slapped Ali's rather proudly and with a burst of laughter. "You're ridiculous."

"I've been told" Ali joked.

The music downstairs continued streaming upstairs as they went about unloading most of Piper's clothes. They then unloaded items for the bathroom and marked areas where some pictures might be hung if they passed 'approval'. When they finally unloaded the last of the items for the upstairs area, they'd completed four hours worth of work.

"There! That wasn't so bad, right?" Piper asked as they made their way downstairs.

"Not at all! It's kind of fun. I've never minded moving, really."

"You're braver than I am, then."

Ali looked at her with wide eyes. "Are you kidding? Do you understand what you just did in coming here?" She almost laughed at her friend when she realized Piper really didn't know. "You moved away from your family, away from your business, away from your friends and an area you grew up in. How is that not brave?"

Humbled, Piper folded her arms over her chest and looked at the ground. "I don't know…I guess it is."

"Be proud of yourself" Ali said, giving Piper's arm an encouraging squeeze. "I sure am."

The tone of her voice, the gentle look in her eyes, and the supportive nature of Ali just being there really helped Piper to appreciate how far she'd come…and not just literally, but figuratively. She'd been traveling back and forth and scheduling and planning and doing anything she could to be with Sidney as much as she could before….but now, all that was done. It didn't feel like it really set in yet. Her brain had been too busy with saying goodbye to everything she knew in order to return to a place she used to know so well.

But now, unloading her life piece by piece from the boxes she'd shipped, Piper realized it was all too real that she was really standing where she was. She landed the man she always hoped for, and he wanted her back. He loved her back.

"Thanks for that, Ali. It really does mean a lot to hear it" Piper replied.

The two friends threw their arms around one another in a tight hug. As they broke the hug, Ali's cheerful, bright smile appeared. "Look at you. All in love and glowing and excited."

Piper laughed. "Is it annoying yet?"

"Hell no! Are you kidding??" Ali shook her head. "You crazy."

"I be crazy indeed" Piper said with a smile. "So! Are you hungry yet?"

"I'm starving!"

"Great! Where to?"

"What? There's no food here?" Ali joked. "Imagine that - a hockey player that doesn't cook."

They shared a laugh over this, now able to completely relate to one another and their living situations with their respective players. They talked about these very two players as they loaded into Piper's car and drove to find themselves some lunch.

The talking and laughing continued as they claimed a table at a cute little Italian bistro place not far from where Sidney and Piper lived.

As they broke from the chatter and studied their menus, Ali very carefully read each item to see which didn't immediately cause her to feel sick. She was still trying to avoid the unpredictable nature of her nausea, but even as she ordered the most bland item on the menu, she was just as nervous as ever about eating it. The last thing she needed was to run to the restroom and alarm Piper…especially since her and James had agreed not to tell anyone before they could tell their parents next week.

When the food arrived, Ali stared at the food and felt nothing. Oh my god, could I get lucky twice in one day? Her stomach rumbled hungrily, and she went for it. Piper suspected nothing. In fact, Piper never blinked an eye. She was too busy talking and recalling something that occurred between her and Sid recently that Ali was able to assess the food situation without concern.

"So how are you and James doing these days?" Piper took a bite of her chicken parmesan.

Ali nodded slowly, smiling as she swallowed a bite of her pasta. "Pretty good! He made breakfast this morning."

"No way. That's….that's an accomplishment, right? Based on what you've told me?" she said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah - AND it was good!"

Piper clapped in a circle. "Round of applause all around."

"I know. He's been so good lately with--"

Piper cocked her head to the side, waiting for Ali to continue. "With what?"

"Um…" Fuck. "…oh you know, just with being the best husband ever" she said, covering. "He really has come a long way."

"Yeah? That's great!"

Ali smiled, pushing her pasta around her plate. "Yeah….I hate to sound like a cheeseball here, but if it's possible to reallyhave a soul mate - then I've found mine."

Piper dropped her fork with a clunk. "Hun."

"Was that too much?" Ali felt stupid for saying it. She just had a swath of emotion come over her in those past few minutes. She didn't see it coming, but it came on hard and fast. "I'm sorry…"

"No! Not at ALL. I think it's the sweetest thing I think I've ever heard you say!" Piper truly meant it too. She'd known Ali for so long and had lived with her for almost their entire college existence and she never heard Ali say this about a man before. Never. She usually used her humor to pass off any real feelings she had about a guy in her past.

"Okay, that's good." Ali felt tears come to her eyes, so she began to fan her face. "I'm sorry."

Piper stared at her, confused by the tears. "Are you okay?"

Ali nodded, but kept crying. "I'm sorry…I'm so good, you don't even know…."

"Um." Piper looked around, then looked at Ali. She was dabbing her eyes now. "You sure you're okay?"

She sighed, wishing she could just tell Piper she was pregnant. Instead of sickness, she was now having to explain a weird mood swing that came on with no warning. "I'm fine, honestly."

"Somehow I don't believe that."

"I know." Ali sniffled and tried to breath as she set her gaze on Piper. "But just trust me. Please. It'll make sense soon enough."

Piper smiled, watching her friend continue dabbing the wetness from her eyes. Something was up, but she couldn't guess what it could possibly be after such a sweet sentiment. Maybe Ali was just on her period and was being emotional. She chalked it up as that.

For the rest of the time they spent together that day, Ali didn't have a single other episode…and soon enough, Piper forgot she had one at all.

* * *

Notes

Comments

I really really miss youre updates :(

Listor87 Listor87
9/24/14

I agree - the trade brought me to tears. Each time I think about it I cry. It won't be the same without Lazy running alongside G. I hope Nealer does great things in Nashville. He will always be a Pen, no matter what. Still trying to wrap my head around it as well as Matty, Joey V, Tanner, Elko and Orpik.......I just hope this new GM knows what he is doing. Sucks, it really does. I hope you decide to write again. Loved your stuff!! Here's hugs to you Winter OOOO - 73 days till puck drop!! Let's Go Pens!

KWeber8771 KWeber8771
7/29/14

6-28-14 ** A NOTE TO MY READERS **

As a result of James getting traded, I've found myself at a loss for words; a loss I'm not sure I'll be quick to recover from. The trade was a hard hit, and it will take some time for me to get over the initial hurt.

I wanted to post a message to at least tell all of you who have followed my stories up to this point that after this, I'm not sure how long it's going to be before I post a new story. James will forever be a Penguin to me, and likely to many of you as well. I'm just not sure how to go forward right now. As a result - I can't promise I'll be back, but I hope to be. I really do.

Let's let the dust settle and the hurt fade...and maybe we'll find one other again on this wonderful site.

Thank you all again for your support...It really has made writing so much fun for me, and I don't want to go forward with another story until it's fun again. Right now - that doesn't seem plausible.

I'll leave it open for any of you to message me anytime, if you'd like. I will occasionally check in just to see how everyone's doing. :-)

Regards,
Winter

Winter22 Winter22
6/28/14

Great story - you need to write one about Geno!!!

KWeber8771 KWeber8771
5/21/14

Omg. Seriously girl you never disappoint. Omg. I can't wait to see what you have up your sleeve. And what's to come for piper and Sid and james and Ali and the baby <3

kristinnx kristinnx
4/21/14