Chris and Emery visit her ailing grandfather. The old man gives them marital advice.
Warnings: language, fluff
Word Count: 2292
July 2018
Chris smiles down into the car, helping her get settled and handing her the tray of cupcakes to hold. She reaches up and pulls down on his tie. “This will make him happy.”
“I sure as hell hope so, cuz if Ilaria saw me now, she’d totally give up, thinking I’m a lost cause,” he says, smoothing down the striped tie from the mid-eighties.
Emery rolls her eyes, moving her feet into position on the floorboard. “She’s seen you in the track suits you still wear. Fratboy wanna-be. She gave up hope a long time ago. Why do you think Seb gets all the modeling gigs?”
“Because he’s a pretty boy,” he chuckles, slamming the door closed and tapping the hood as he walks around the front. Loosening the tie, he crawls into the driver’s seat, already sweating in the hot Georgia, early morning sun. “I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church.”
“Oh honey, bless your heart! You’re pickin’ up some of these Southern phrases!” She praises, stretching out her own drawl.
Turning the car out of the the little drive, he angles onto the empty road. “Dear God, our children will have the most fucked up accents one day,” he laughs, clapping his hand to his chest.
She swats his arm. “Shut up. They’ll be adorable.”
You know @avenger-nerd-mom you should turn their story into a novel and publish it and then make them make a movie out of that novel 😍 that’d be a GREAT one 😍. Or maybe into a series, that’d be even BETTER ❤️❤️❤️❤️.
Awww, @fay-1994 you are too sweet! Thank you for loving and Emery as much as I do
I loved this !!! Granddad needs a date with K’s Gram @avenger-nerd-mom
Well @lady-meatball if the girls meet in Chicago, maybe they’ll decide this!
Chris and Emery visit her ailing grandfather. The old man gives them marital advice.
Warnings: language, fluff
Word Count: 2292
July 2018
Chris smiles down into the car, helping her get settled and handing her the tray of cupcakes to hold. She reaches up and pulls down on his tie. “This will make him happy.”
“I sure as hell hope so, cuz if Ilaria saw me now, she’d totally give up, thinking I’m a lost cause,” he says, smoothing down the striped tie from the mid-eighties.
Emery rolls her eyes, moving her feet into position on the floorboard. “She’s seen you in the track suits you still wear. Fratboy wanna-be. She gave up hope a long time ago. Why do you think Seb gets all the modeling gigs?”
“Because he’s a pretty boy,” he chuckles, slamming the door closed and tapping the hood as he walks around the front. Loosening the tie, he crawls into the driver’s seat, already sweating in the hot Georgia, early morning sun. “I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church.”
“Oh honey, bless your heart! You’re pickin’ up some of these Southern phrases!” She praises, stretching out her own drawl.
Turning the car out of the the little drive, he angles onto the empty road. “Dear God, our children will have the most fucked up accents one day,” he laughs, clapping his hand to his chest.
She swats his arm. “Shut up. They’ll be adorable.”
You know @avenger-nerd-mom you should turn their story into a novel and publish it and then make them make a movie out of that novel 😍 that’d be a GREAT one 😍. Or maybe into a series, that’d be even BETTER ❤️❤️❤️❤️.
Awww, @fay-1994 you are too sweet! Thank you for loving and Emery as much as I do
Gotta reblog. Cuz proud! The product then used to wrap the cotton bales is my dad’s company, the only manufactured wrap for cotton at this time, sold internationally. So if you ever wanna give up, think about a man in his 70s who helped design something that never existed before, that’s revolutionized cotton farming…
Chris and Emery visit her ailing grandfather. The old man gives them marital advice.
Warnings: language, fluff
Word Count: 2292
July 2018
Chris smiles down into the car, helping her get settled and handing her the tray of cupcakes to hold. She reaches up and pulls down on his tie. “This will make him happy.”
“I sure as hell hope so, cuz if Ilaria saw me now, she’d totally give up, thinking I’m a lost cause,” he says, smoothing down the striped tie from the mid-eighties.
Emery rolls her eyes, moving her feet into position on the floorboard. “She’s seen you in the track suits you still wear. Fratboy wanna-be. She gave up hope a long time ago. Why do you think Seb gets all the modeling gigs?”
“Because he’s a pretty boy,” he chuckles, slamming the door closed and tapping the hood as he walks around the front. Loosening the tie, he crawls into the driver’s seat, already sweating in the hot Georgia, early morning sun. “I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church.”
“Oh honey, bless your heart! You’re pickin’ up some of these Southern phrases!” She praises, stretching out her own drawl.
Turning the car out of the the little drive, he angles onto the empty road. “Dear God, our children will have the most fucked up accents one day,” he laughs, clapping his hand to his chest.
She swats his arm. “Shut up. They’ll be adorable.”
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