••Be Like This

[gabriel pearce fitzpatrick]

Gabe had been a friendly enough kid, though his geekier side had worked to turn off a lot of kids growing up. What had saved him was his brothers before him and their lasting reputation, as well as his own love for the pool. That had all been before the accident, when his accidents were usually bumps and bruises, along with the occasionally sprain when he tripped a little awkwardly. He tried making friends wherever he went, but nothing would beat the friends he made at UCLA. Maybe it was the fraternity environment that helped him along then, helped them bond, but Gabe wasn’t going to question it. It was all so brilliant, and Gabe loved those guys almost as much as he loved his biological brothers. They were there for him when he needed them and he knew it only took a phone call to get them to New York City if anything happened. “And yet you love me.” He said with a wicked grin.

There were a million reasons Gabe could offer up to Fallon against loving him, being with him. Gave wasn’t stupid though, and he wasn’t about to give the woman of his dreams reason to look elsewhere, not after all the time it had taken them to get this far. He knew there were guys out there who could wine and dine Fallon in a grander fashion than he ever could. There were men who wouldn’t get caught up in books from the past and forget about plans in the present and the time. He was the way he was and even when he tried his best Gabe was simply programmed to slip up from time to time. It was in his nature that he was far from perfect, closer to goofy in fact when you considered his state as a clumsy idiot on most days of the week. Still, Gabe knew he wasn’t about to change into some glowing hunk of a guy who you might see running the length of the football field. That might be his older brothers who were by far more athletic than he was, or Myles, but it would never in a million years be him. He was a man who belonged in a library and sweater vests; even if Fallon hated the latter and threatened to burn them when he went out one day.

“Do you ever play fair? I can’t say I honestly remember a time when you did. You even cheated when I tried to teach you chess.” Gabe said, slowing down when he reached the water, taking his time to walk through the waves. He got knocked on his ass by the ocean plenty of times when they were out here. His balance was never great when he was on land, and despite being a brilliant swimmer the water still liked to see him fall when he entered it. Pulling Fallon closer when she kissed him, Gabe was tempted to topple them both backwards into the water, but he realised he was probably likely to pop his knee or injure himself in some other way if he did that. It wouldn’t make a good trip, or fit in with his personal plans if they had to make a trip to hospital and then he had to spend the rest of their time in California on crutches.

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TAGGED! Fallon Alexandra Flynn
WORDS! 565!
OUTFIT! Too Hot!
LYRICS! Safe & Sound - - - Tonight Alive
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Growing up, Fallon had never really stayed anywhere longer than a month, including her actual home. She was always with Trevor and always gone on some adventure somewhere. Usually producers and studio heads didn’t really need to be all over the place with their movies but Trevor was a different kind of producer. He was more hands on and that was why he was a big name in the industry. He wanted to be on set, he wanted to get his hands dirty and help out, no matter what the job was that day. He liked the excitement of the set and that feeling had transferred to Fallon as well. She loved being on the sets, helping out where she could and do what needed to be done, even if it meant learning what she was doing whilst she was doing it. And that was what was so odd about Fallon deciding she wanted to teach instead. It wasn’t about not being on set anymore, she would love that until the day she died but she wanted the next generation to know what it was like, how it made you feel and that was why she became a professor; to pass on her love and passion for the too often corrupt industry.

“I do. I really do.” She said with a sigh as if it were really a burden. As silly and cliche as it was, Fallon felt...whole around Gabe. Even before they were officially a couple, she’d always felt ten times better whenever he was around. He was everything to her, which she knew was a stupid thing to do, but she had faith in them. She knew without a doubt that she could tell him he meant everything and more to her and he wouldn’t take that for granted or treat her poorly. And she wouldn’t do that to him either. She really did love him way too much to ever break his heart...again. She’d done that enough already and didn’t plan on doing it again any time soon. Fallon was in it for the long haul with Gabe. And if the silly talks and plans were anything to go by, Gabe felt the same way. She was beyond lucky to have found Gabe and she knew it. Without him, she would probably have been a mouthy little thing with more of a temper and less of an outlet for it. But Gabe calmed her down, he was there when she needed him but he also let her fight her own fights first, stepping in when it was obvious she couldn’t handle the situation herself. They worked well together and Fallon definitely needed an anchor to hold on to when she felt the heat of anger rise.

“Life would be so boring if we always played fair.” She said with a casual shrug. It was terrible to say but too often playing fair got them absolutely nowhere with some of the studio projects. And though they didn’t fight dirty exactly, Fallon and Trevor both knew ways around the polite way to get what they wanted. It wasn’t actually a habit the California blonde transferred to other parts of her life often, but sometimes, like silly things like this, it was amusing to see what the results would be. “And chess is boring.” She said blandly, even though in a way she’d been playing chess her entire life. She just didn’t use a board or actual pieces. Still, when he’d been trying to teach her and she’d been messing around with it all, she’d realised it was kind of like what she did on the day to day, with the studio. That had caught her attention and made her focus a little bit more when he was talking about it. But not enough to stop teasing and tormenting him. Besides, they both knew she would lose every single game she played against him unless he cheated so she why not have a little fun frustrating the scholar. “Come on, let’s walk a bit.” She said, linking her fingers with his.

Fallon could easily spend hours on the beach, day or night, she loved it that much; and missed it even more. But the couple hours that they did spent acting like college kids again would have to suffice for the day. Trevor would probably be home soon and Bernadette would already be in the kitchen clicking her tongue at them through the windows because they were still on the beach. Of course, it was all a show, the older woman acted like she needed to be stern towards Fallon because someone needed to play bad cop and it obviously wasn't Trevor. He developed a rash the last time he had to "punish" Fallon, telling her she had to stay home because he'd caught her sneaking back into the house after a party. Fallon hadn't considered it a punishment that she couldn't attend the Oscars. She wasn't a fan of all those people with cameras and intrusive questions. She much preferred watching that particular award show curled up on the couch with Bernie so they could talk about what everyone was wearing without them hearing them. "Do we have to go back up?" Fallon asked with a sigh. It was already getting a little cooler with the breeze off the ocean but it had also been too long since Fallon felt that breeze on her skin, or the warm rays of the California sun.

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[gabriel pearce fitzpatrick]

Gabe had missed California, he wouldn’t deny it. He wasn’t desperate to move back, no, New York was his home now. It was where he had everything he wanted, and more. California had boasted some of the best years of his life though, it had picked him up after the tough years in Lincoln when things had started to get dark. He might not have revealed the truth of all of that to most of the friends he had from the west coast, but he knew that without them he wouldn’t have made it through college the way he did. The likes of Myles, and even Fallon when she had come into the picture, had been beyond what he could have imagined for those years. Pi Kappa Phi had helped him more than he could ever express, but Gabe knew he didn’t need to tell his brothers that; they all understood what they meant to each other without words.

As much as he liked being back here, he also remembered a few things he hadn’t missed all that much. Like the feel of the sand when it got stuck between his toes. He knew it was better than the alternative of getting sand in his shoes, but it still annoyed him as they walked along the water’s edge, talking and just enjoying their escape from what had become their normal life back in New York City. Still, he would have the fun task when they did get back of explaining why he didn’t have a tan, or even a hint of any colour. It was all laughs for the people who had known him for years, but to those who were new in his life Gabe frequently found himself actually having to convince them that he had been away on vacation, and that he honestly just did not tan or burn. He was a freak anomaly and if someone could explain it to him without stabbing him with needles, then he’d be more than happy to listen to them make sense of it all.

Pulling Fallon closer to his side, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Yes, we do. You know you’ll be hungry in half an hour anyway.” He said, knowing his girlfriend too well to let it slide and keep her out there any longer. “Besides, I could do with getting a drink and having a shower.” He wanted to talk to Trevor when he got home, but Gabe didn’t want to do it when he was still covered in sand and smelling like the ocean. It was important to him that he put the effort in, even if Trevor had seen him in all kinds of states during the college years. He just hoped he would have the chance to speak privately with him sooner rather than later, and without Fallon getting suspicious. He knew she wouldn’t let go of it if she thought there was something going on that he wasn’t telling her, and he really did want this to be a big surprise when they got home.

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TAGGED! Fallon Alexandra Flynn
WORDS! 520!
OUTFIT! Too Hot!
LYRICS! Safe & Sound - - - Tonight Alive
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

As good as it was to frolic around in the sand and surf, it was getting late and Fallon knew better than to be late to dinner with Bernadette cooking. She would search out the petite blonde and drag her back to the house and sit her down at whatever table they were eating at herself. Then she would put the full plate in front of her and sit with her own meal and watch Fallon to make sure she actually ate. Any sort of eating disorder had never been a fear for Bernadette when it came to little Fallon, the girl ate everything put in front of her and usually loved it; even the more questionable meals the sweet housekeeper made. But in the world that Fallon grew up in, Bernie worried anyway and Fallon loved that the only housekeeper they'd ever had cared so much about her. Not to mention the feeling was quite mutual and Fallon became distraught any time Bernie stuck to her own rooms, down for the count with a flu or cold. Fallon had never been much of a cook, she could barely make a sandwich work for her but Bernie had taught her to make chicken noodle soup and it was something that didn't actually turn out half bad. So Fallon would make it whenever Bernadette was out of commission and hoped it helped her to get back on her feet. Because while Trevor knew when to be the cool uncle and the serious father, he was more good cop and Bernadette was most definitely bad cop.

"Fine. Come on then. We'll get ready for dinner before Bernie comes chasing after us and I have to eat in a bikini. Again." It wasn't the first time she'd done it and Fallon doubted if it happened this time, it wouldn't be the last either. The most embarrassing time had been when Gabe had brought the Frat brother of his that reminded Fallon of Chris O'Donnell's take on the character D'Artagnan. She'd been down the beach at a neighbour's house laughing and joking about school and things and Bernie had stormed down the beach looking for her. When she'd found her she dragged her back to the house, sat her in the chair and shoved the plate already made up in front of her before sitting down and making sure Fallon actually ate it all. She hadn't let Fallon slip on the cover she'd tossed on the chaise. And then the door bell chimed through the house and Bernie was up and cursing the timing of visitors. Not that Bernie had any fear of Fallon having any sort of eating disorder, the girl ate what was put in front of her and usually had a second helping. Of course, she calmed right down when she saw Gabe at the door, always liking the scholar. Fallon hadn't enjoyed explaining why she was eating her Teriyaki steak stir-fry in her neon pink bikini and without a cover or wrap but when Bernie says something, you do it.

The walk back up the beach and to the house was a familiar walk that Fallon loved. She knew she would be out there every day they were in California, if not for the surf, for the sand. She loved the feel of the sun on her face and the sand squishing between her toes. She missed that feeling in New York, wished she could take it with her but knew it just wasn't possible. "I'm going to see if Trev's back yet and check on Bernie. I'll be up in a few." She said once they stepped into the house she grew up in once again. She gave him a quick kiss before moving through the halls she knew so well to the office Trevor kept on the main floor. She grabbed the wrap Bernie must have grabbed from her room for her and slipped it on as she found her way to Trevor's door. She knocked once before letting herself in, grinning when she say he was sitting at his desk absorbed in something on the computer screen. "How's work going?" She asked, taking her usual spot, sprawled out across one of the comfy chairs. She wasn't going to stay long, just long enough to talk then go find Bernie and ask how much time she had before dinner. She wanted a shower and a change of clothes before their meal. "Excellent, Bunny. How's life as a we?" He returned, shutting down the computer. Fallon shrugged and grinned. "Excellent, Daddy." She said, repeating his words. They spoke for a few minutes before Fallon excused herself to wash off the ocean and let Trevor get back to whatever he was doing before Bernie hunted them down. She stopped in the kitchen to hear the words "fifteen minutes" come from Bernie's mouth without the housekeeper even looking away from her latest creation and Fallon grinned, turning around and heading back up to her room. "Refreshed?" She asked, walking into the room and pulling the wrap off as she went. "We've got fifteen minutes so I'm hopping in the shower before I run out of time." She said with a laugh.

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Music || Sunday Afternoon -- Rascal Flatts
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[gabriel pearce fitzpatrick]

As much fun as the beach could be, Gabe’s real reason for being in California was back in the house. It would be nice to catch up with old faces and visit old haunts, but he had come out here with only one real objective in mind. It was the first thing he wanted to get done if he could. It would just be a bit of a chore getting through it and then getting back home without letting onto Fallon that he was up to anything, or that anything out of the ordinary had taken place.

Inside the house, Gabe quickly rinsed the sand and sea from his body and threw on some light clothes; the first he could find in his luggage. There was still a quarter of the bottle of water left that he had picked up on the flight, so rather than wasting that and traipsing downstairs to find some juice, he polished off the bottle, tossing it into the trash once he was done. His hair was damp, hanging loosely about his face when Fallon came into the room, and he smiled. “Fifteen minutes? Make sure you don’t start fixing your hair then.” He teased, wiping his glasses with the bottom of his t-shirt, inspecting them under the light, and then slipping them back up the bridge of his nose.

Once Fallon was in the shower, Gabe slipped out of the room and headed down to Trevor’s office. He knew this house almost as well as his own with the amount of time he had spent there throughout college, but never had he felt this nervous about walking around it before. He knocked and waited to hear an invitation inside. Gabe got along with Trevor well enough, but he wanted to do this properly. He wanted this to be right. Call him old fashioned, but this was a huge commitment and a giant step, and he wanted to stick with the type of traditions his grandfather had instilled in him back when he had been younger. Asked inside, Gabe greeted Trevor but remained standing. “I’m going to come right out and get this over with now, because otherwise I’ll probably dribble water down myself at dinner, or choke on whatever Bernadette is cooking up for us all.” He explained, skipping the usual pleasantries and jokes he would make with the older man. There would be time for those later on in the trip. “The truth is that I love Fallon more than anything else on this planet, and it took us far too long to get here. I don’t want to lose her, sir. Not ever. I want to spend the rest of my days with her, however many that may be, and before I tell her all this and ask her if she’ll have me, I would like your blessing.” Taking a deep breath, Gabe held his spot, but the nerves had taken the form of butterflies in his stomach. It wasn’t every day a man contemplated spending the rest of his life with someone, after all.

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TAGGED! Fallon Alexandra Flynn
WORDS! 519!
OUTFIT! Too Hot!
LYRICS! Safe & Sound - - - Tonight Alive
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

As much as Fallon loved being home, she was realising more and more than LA just wasn't home anymore, that New York was her home. Whenever she was out of the city on business, she always said New York was home and not just because that was where she lived these days, it really was home. It was where Gabe and Imogen and Myles were, the family she created. She would always love Trevor and Bernie, they'd been there for her since she'd been born and they'd be there until the day they couldn't be but she couldn't call LA home anymore. The hustle of New York had a completely different feel to it and Fallon had always thrived in busier settings. LA's laid-back flow was just too slow for her to work with. Vacations and visit were fine since she was there to relax and soak up the sun but otherwise, she found she liked New York better for work. She could see a future there, doing what she loved with the people she loved. “Oh, bite me.” She said, rolling her eyes at Gabe as she moved to the bathroom. “Don’t get lost in another world. The pages won’t feed you dinner.” She said just before shutting the door.

While Fallon was washing the salt water from her skin, Trevor was in his office, sorting through a last minute contract. It was the basic stuff that he could have gotten an assistant to do but he liked doing the work. Plus with Fallon gone, he had a hell of a lot more time to fill. He had hoped by now to have little grandbabies running around but that just wasn’t the case. Not that he could blame his little girl for her worries and doubts. That last boyfriend she’d had, had been a useless idiot and beyond arrogant; like he was king or something and nothing bad could happen to him.Trevor had hated the kid from the second they’d met. Of course, he couldn’t say anything to Fallon. She needed to figure some things out on her own. As much as Trevor hated to do that to her, some lessons needed to be learned on their own. He wanted so much for his little girl but too much of it wasn’t possible. And instead, he knew she worried that if she ever became a mother, she would end up like her own, like it was somehow part of her DNA. It would never happen, Fallon was nothing like the woman who brought her into this world but it was also something she needed to figure out on her own; maybe with Gabe’s help.

Now there was a man Trevor was fond of. Him and all of his fraternity brothers had quickly become like sons and brothers to the producer. From the moment they’d been introduced, Trevor had liked the young boy Fallon had brought home to surf with. And he’d only grown into a respectable young man. Trevor had seen from the second they’d walked through the door that theirs would be a lasting relationship; if it ever got past the door! When Myles and the rest of the group brought the bet to his attention, he couldn’t help but laugh and put money down on them. He hadn’t thought it would take them quite as long as it did but then, the Hare lost to the Turtle because he moved to fast. The knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts, only realising then that he’d stopped looking at the contract at all and instead held a picture of Fallon at four with pig tails in her hair, her bright blue eyes alive with mischief and the biggest grin on her face as Trevor held her up on his shoulders. They’d been in Paris when that picture had been taken. “It’s open!” He called, running his hand over the picture. Fallon had been such a lively little girl, it had been difficult to discipline her when she’d done something wrong. She just had those big puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip would quiver, letting everyone know that she was about to let loose to worst tears anyone had ever seen.

It was really a wonder she hadn’t grown up to be some spoiled brat. He was the good cop though, Bernie had always been the bad cop. She’d always been able to say no when it needed to be said and ignore the pout and the tears and the quivering lip. Trevor had caved nearly every time. Seeing Gabe step through the door had Trevor curious about what he wanted. It wasn’t unusual for the other man to have a chat and a laugh at Fallon’s adventures but this was different. Gabe wasn’t his usual self, he was nervous and Trevor could only think one thing, so he adopted his best serious face as he waved to the chair in front of him in invitation; though Trevor had the distinct impression that even if he’d verbally offered, the younger man would have remained standing; nerves getting the better of him. The start of his speech had Trevor fighting back a smirk, Gabe confirming without going any further why he was in his office. It was sweet and Trevor appreciated the gesture. It was traditional in a time where tradition was practically nonexistent. So Trevor sat back in his chair, the frame still in his hands and let Gabe speed through the speech he had planned.


Trevor had been waiting a long time for this day to come. He hadn’t known if Fallon’s future husband would do what Gabe did or if they would tell him together and he would have to take the young man aside but he’d had a plan either way. He liked that Gabe had approached him first, it showed he cared not just about Fallon but about their family. And Gabe had always been respectful towards him, their home but most especially towards Fallon, being there for her when she needed him. He knew she’d gone to Gabe before she’d told him about the break up during her freshman year. He’d already known about it and dealt with the little demon in his own way but the fact that Gabe hadn’t turned her away meant a lot more than he could say. “Sit down, Gabriel.” Trevor started, looking down at the picture in his hand. His little girl would always be his little girl but all too soon, she would share Gabe’s last name. Trevor wasn’t an idiot, he knew his daughter well. She would say yes because she loved the man standing in front of her father, probably more than any of them really knew.

“There’s a lot I could say and to anyone else, I would say it and a hell of a lot more. But you’re one of the very few who really know Fallon, everything about her. Maybe even better than she does.” He said with a soft smile, glancing down at the picture. “So you know everything I would have to say to you about her. She is my little girl, Gabe and she will always be my little girl. So I won’t give you a long winded speech, instead I want you to promise me she’ll never come running to me, crying over you. I am an amicable man but she got her temper from me.” He said, finally standing. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.” He said, setting the picture down, making sure it faced outwards instead of towards his seat. Fallon would always be that four year old and that six year old who learned how to ride her bike just outside the front door. She would always be that ten year old who rushed up to the front of the plane to see the cockpit because she’d fancied becoming a pilot, or that twelve year old who’s heart broke. She was his thirteen year old who ran away from a set in Rome because she wanted to see the Colosseum without a bodyguard. But he also knew she was a grown woman and not those little girl’s anymore. It both broke his heart and made it swell that she was finding a life out there on her own.

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[gabriel pearce fitzpatrick]

Gabe didn’t take forever lightly. He wasn’t entering into this choice just because Fallon gave him butterflies and they were still in some kind of honeymoon period in their relationship. He was very much aware that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the California blonde, whether that was one week or fifty years. He knew there were girls before Fallon who had fancied, crushed on like they were Hollywood superstars, but none of them made him feel the way Fallon made him feel. His affection for them had been fleeting, a temporary spark that fizzled out with time and distance. That hadn’t happened with Fallon though. His feelings for her had only ever grown stronger, and in fact they had strengthened with time and distance. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all, and Gabe could attest to that, he believed now.

Listening to Trevor, Gabe would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. It was a huge step, and this was the first time he had voiced his desires to marry Fallon to anyone outside of his family. Only his grandfather, Edward, knew of his intentions before now. Myles teased him about the idea, but Gabe knew better than to tell his other best friend about such things. The whole of Pi Kappa Phi would know about it within an hour and then they’d probably descend on New York with some crazy plan that would ruin Gabe’s own plan. He wanted something intimate and sweet, not the whole college gang back together for some over the top proposal that would gather an audience he didn’t want. The thought of trusting them with a bachelor party was terrifying enough, and something he already had to consider if Fallon did say yes. “You have my word, Sir.” Gabe said with a nod of his head. His mouth was dry still when Trevor left the room.

Gabe couldn’t actually think of any scenario where he could make Fallon upset enough that she might run back to LA without him chasing her and stopping her before she got as far as Trevor. He wasn’t the type who planned on screwing this up again after it had taken them so damn long to get here. Gabe looked at the photo, picking it up to smile at the young Fallon in the image. He didn’t think it was a secret that he wanted children of his own one day, but looking at that photo, in that moment, he caught himself wondering what children with Fallon might be like. Would they be skinny and gangly like him, or come into the world with bright eyes and California blonde hair? He knew they had never discussed it since he was aware Fallon feared having kids of her own, but since Imogen had given birth he was wondering if maybe her mind was opening up to the idea for the future. It was a hurdle for another time. Right now he had to get a ring on her finger and he had so much to do before he could even do that! Placing the photo back on the desk, Gabe smiled to himself and headed down for dinner.

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TAGGED! Fallon Alexandra Flynn
WORDS! 537!
OUTFIT! Too Hot!
LYRICS! Safe & Sound - - - Tonight Alive
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Trevor had known from the moment he’d met Gabe that the young man had feelings for his little girl. He had also known it would be a long and rocky road to get her anywhere near a marriage proposal after the last one turned into a disaster. They’d been young and Trevor had known it wasn’t gog to last but he couldn’t say anything. It was one of those pesky life lessons. But Trevor had made damn sure that boy knew he’d done a world of wrong, messed with the wrong man’s little girl and the last he’d heard, he couldn’t get hired on anywhere but his family’s business; he’d actually tried, the stupid fool. Trevor would have promised to do the very same to Gabe but this was different, they were different. His thinly veiled threat was nothing more than the prerogative of a man losing his only daughter. He couldn’t very well jump up and congratulate the man on snagging the woman on his dreams when that very woman was his little girl. He wouldn’t admit to either of them, though they both knew, that he had money down on them making it and it was a bet he would very happily collect on.

They were good for each other. Gabe would be there for her when she took things a step too far, he always had been from the day they met and with any luck, he would get her to calm down a little but but Trevor wasn’t holding his breath on that one. Fallon had too much spirit for any one person, to ever see the better side of calm. But that looked like it would be a good thing for the young scholar; someone needed to get him out of those books he coveted so dearly. Trevor knew that being in a fraternity meant having brothers for life, meant getting out of you comfort zone and doing the stupidest things all in the name of tradition. He’d been there when he’d been in university. He still played poker with some of the guys every week. He had at one point, before Fallon was ever a thought to anyone, that he hoped he had a son of his own who would take over the legacy waiting for them when they reached that age. But then Fallon had come along, plans changed for the better and since the moment he’d held Fallon in his arms, when the nurse gave her to him, he’d known it was just going to be the pair of them against the world; well, them and Bernadette. He’d hired her just before Fallon was born and that precious little baby had the housekeeper wrapped around her tiny little fingers the second Bernie saw her. So much so, she’d never left even when she’d finished school and could have done so much with her degree. Instead, she’d stayed on to watch Fallon grow up, act like the bad cop because they all knew Trevor couldn’t do it and then stayed on because she couldn’t let Trevor be alone. The man could barely make himself a piece of toast; Bernie was positive he’d die without her. Or become overweight from all the take out he’d order in.

Fallon was in the kitchen, her hair dripping all over her shoulders and soaking the straps of the vest top she wore, laughing with Bernie over something Trevor did that he didn’t want either of them to know about. “Don’t you believe in drying your hair? Look at you, mop on your head.” Trevor said, taking up space at the counter to smell the meal Bernie was cooking. Fallon grinned, looking up at her father. “I’m not the one who tried to hug the kitchen floor because the smoke detector went off over Bernie’s Gumbo again.” She teased, though she did lift a towel that had been hidden beside her to scrub out most of the extra water. “The floor needed a hug and I was happy to oblige.” He said as if it were an everyday thing that just needed to be done. “In nothing but a towel?” Fallon asked. When Bernie had told her, she’d known exactly why he’d run straight to the kitchen from the shower, barely wrapping himself up. The pair had been head over heels for each other since Fallon had been little but as far as they’d told her, they’d just remained friends. Whatever they were, Fallon was just glad they had each other. “So is the food ready?” He asked, to change the subject, making both women grin and chuckle at him. “Learn some patience. We’re waiting on Gabe. I told Fallon I thought I saw him going over to the library so he could be a while.” Bernie said, smacking Trevor’s hand away with the wooden spoon that was never that far from her reach. She said it just loud enough to have Fallon turning around, expecting to see him but not expecting him either as she said, “Should I go get him? You know what he’s like. And I know that collection had grown since I was home last.”

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