Quinn's Mansion. Los Angeles, California.

"Put me down, Colby!!" Rebecca bellows for the third consecutive time, legs kicking wildly through invisible night's breeze, the last remaining shoe on her foot tipping close to falling off.

"Why?" Colby has been asking the same thing over and over, ever since Rebecca started bugging him to set her down. Each time he pauses to listen to her, he only gets a huff instead of explanations, a brief silent seconds which always makes it appear she has nothing concrete enough to say and is purposely doing everything to stall him. Before he'd know it, by the time he'd get a small progress in their stroll to the gazebo, she'd pick up from where she left off and resume vaguely writing off her complaints and just like that, it has taken them almost seven minutes to get to the gazebo. Which shouldn't have been the case in the first place taking into account the short distance it is from the courtyard to their destination.

"We've to go back for my shoe!" Rebecca raises a leg to show him the foot she has no shoe on. "Can't you see I've only one shoe left on my foot?"

Colby certainly hadn't noticed her shoe had fallen off. He stops to check her feet, the only shoe remaining on a perilous spot to falling off as well and glances back behind him to check to see if the other shoe is anywhere to be seen from the distance. But it isn't. As he tightens his grip around her waist and legs, he battles between playing along with her games and quenching down his rising exasperation. He eventually chooses the latter. "You're so childish. What do you expect when all you've been doing is kicking your legs for no good reason?"

"I'm trying to get your attention," says Rebecca, tone defensive, "since you haven't noticed you're walking a bit too fast. I'm also trying to get into that tiny head of yours that we should go to the Tree House instead."

"First of all, every time I stop to listen to you, you've nothing to say. I can see you're doing this to irritate me. Second, I think the gazebo is a much better option compared to the Tree House for I recall you telling me you've no desire to deal with the paparazzi. You want privacy, well then, we've to go with the gazebo."

"I just want my shoe back," she moans, "and the holiday card. It had flew off somewhere in the courtyard. How are we supposed to go to Cancun without it?"

Colby sighs at her with a dramatic shake of his head, smiling in spite of the strain in his arms at the adorable pout on her face. "No one is going to Cancun," he announces, quickening his pace once more. "I don't want to die. I'm so young."

Rebecca snorts, "A moment ago you were saying your heart is mine to decide whether it'd beat or cease to and now you're saying you don't want to die? You're so fickle with that heart of yours, Mr Lopez." Colby only lets out a throaty laugh. "Since your heart is now off limits, I must've my shoe back."

"This is your mansion. I'm certain you'll find it tomorrow and if you don't, someone else will," he explains to her although he has a feeling she'll start complaining any second from now. "Don't expect me to head back considering the amount of energy I'm spending carrying you. You don't want me to die from fatigue and exhaustion, do you?"

"Are you saying I'm fat?"

"I never said that!"

"You implied it," Rebecca insists.

Colby redirects his gaze from the image of the gazebo ahead to gaze down at her beautiful face, "Implying doesn't mean I said it. You're certainly much heavier than a week ago when I carried you to the road seeking help so yeah, you're fat. There, I said it. Happy now?"

She neither reply nor try to bring up one of her numerous, clever retorts he's grown so used to receiving every time during their conversations. She's unusually rendered quiet but he can still feel her gaze on his face, watching him all the while as they near the gazebo. The 'anticipated short walk' has been agonizingly slow and tiring to say the least. He wasn't kidding about the energy he's shedding carrying her or about her weight. He isn't going to admit any of that of course, nor is he going to confess to her he'd been thinking of dropping her to the ground every time she'd stop him to complain. They've delayed enough time as it is and he's quite eager to show Rebecca what he'd been able to set up for her thanks to Ashley's help to start bickering with her again tonight. "Are we ever going to forget that?"

"Huh?"

Rebecca sighs, "That night. Embarrassment clouds me when I think about it now, you know. I felt I was doing the right thing then but I've realize I wasn't. I don't think we'll ever forget it in some way but I sometimes wish that night will wipe away from memory."

"If it wipes away from memory, we wouldn't have met," he reminds her with a wink, setting her back onto her feet on the deck of the pool in front of the gazebo. He keeps a tight grip around her waist to steady her so she can remove the shoe from her left foot with ease. Rebecca throws her shoe away to the tree beside the gazebo afterwards, earning a disapproving scowl from Colby. She shrugs in response. "I understand you feel bad reminiscing about it but you also have to think of the good things which spurred out of those unfortunate events. It's when we met for the first time and for me, that incident felt like a breath of fresh air although I thought otherwise before. With you being unconscious and barely alive, you were the only one I could think of. Everything else; losing my job, my girlfriend breaking up with me, knowing I'll have to pick up my life from the shattered pieces once I got back home all felt inferior to you. That brief period provided a moment of respite for me despite the circumstances with how it came about."

She smiles sweetly at him, taking his hand and threading her fingers through his. "You've a point there. Similar to your girlfriend breaking up with you. If she hadn't, incidents would've been different. You wouldn't have had any reason to set out on that road. Then you wouldn't have found me. By now I would be dead."

Her breath visibly catches at the last part. Her eyes are so faraway that she misses the way Colby's shoulders tensed. Colby can't imagine Rebecca not being part of his life. He can't imagine waking up and finding out that night when he saw her running on the road doesn't exist, or that moment where she poured her heart out to him and accepted his invitation for a friendship was a dream or that night by the river where they shared a bottle of wine and later indulged in the best sexual encounter he's had in years being just a mere sexual fantasy because he saw her for the first time on television and thought she was hot. He can't even conjure those scenarios in his head much less having her dead and non-existing.

Emboldened by a familiar sense of fear which he usually feels when he thinks of the consequences which might spurt out if he were to tell Rebecca he'd gone back to Mercedes after he'd told her otherwise, Colby uncurls their fingers to take her hands in his grasp and give each a soft squeeze. He wants to kiss the backs of it too but Rebecca might think he's being a bit too touchy tonight. He hasn't gotten a response from her since he confessed to her he might be falling in love with her. It was obvious she was quite dazed in that moment and clearly short of words. But the lovely glint in her eyes gave everything away.

Thinking about it earlier when he'd been idly strolling around the mansion after he'd sneaked out of Rebecca's bedroom, he realized Rebecca has been giving off subtle, yet palpable signs of her growing attraction towards him ever since they became friends. The following morning when she could barely look him in the eye without flushing, the way she'd ogle at his bare chest, the shyness in her voice when she talked to him, the heated blush which crept into her skin when he asked about the first time she'd sex, the sudden interest she had in knowing more about him, even to the point of asking about the girls he'd dated in the past were all telltale signs he'd failed to see. All the above mentioned are all mundane things though compared to that night at the river. All the signs had been there that night. Hell, even her willingness to have sex with him was more than enough to tell him things she clearly couldn't form words for at that time. But what tops everything off, is that kiss at the bus station.

'It was everything,' The hope he sensed in that single kiss was staggering but the abundant love which had been there had been confusingly beautiful and glorious. He wish he'd seen and understood it sooner, better. Then he would've made up his mind to look for her after his father's funeral. Then he would've thought things through enough to anticipate the possibility of meeting her at the Sports Club. Neither would he have been so stunned nor would have gone to Mercedes giving her false hopes in the process. If only.

"Don't say such things, Rebecca. Don't even joke about it. It's not funny." It actually feels like he's scolding her; the last thing he wants to do on this radiant night but he can't help it.

"Hey, don't be so serious. It's nothing." He should believe it's really nothing, that it isn't anything dire but he sees it. Those dark memories she refuses to share, memories he fears he only has a tiny inkling of, ghosts of her past she'd briefly revisited. Colby can only wonder what they are but Rebecca's smile shifts his attention elsewhere. To how her smile always manages to fill him with abundant warmth. "I should really thank your ex-girlfriend for breaking your heart," she says out of the blue, winking. "She unknowingly did us quite a favour."

Chuckling, he slings an arm around her shoulders and draws her close to his side, kissing the top of her head as they walk over to the lush tree beside the gazebo. Quite an unnatural fit for the tree to be near something so artificial such as the pool and gazebo which are in anything but traditional designs. "Another example of how good things often comes out of unexpected situations. I used to think Mercedes breaking up with me-"

Rebecca jerks up so suddenly Colby wonders if something has fallen from the tree they are standing under and stung her. "I recall it now. It almost slipped my mind. You won't believe the funniest thing which happened at the party tonight."

Colby can't even guess what her abrupt giddiness is all about, "I'm all ears."

"My brother's girlfriend has the same name as your ex-girlfriend. Mercedes."

"You don't say?" Colby widen his eyes, trying to look surprised so he can give Rebecca the reaction she's desperately trying to gauge his face for. But in truth, he isn't. There are millions of 'Mercedes' in this world. He highly doubt Mercedes is at the party even if she works at the Sports Club. There's this weird rule about dating among staff at the Sports Club and the Quinn family aren't exactly the most sociable employers out there. He only got invited because Rebecca wanted him here. There's no one in Rebecca's family who is potentially close enough to Mercedes to invite her.

He had stayed outside listening to Rebecca giving her speech and taking in the calibre of guests in attendance and none of them had even looked like they'll pick up a nail cutter to cut their own nails much less be someone else's workers. It wouldn't make sense for Mercedes to be here which makes it undeniably funny that Rebecca got introduced to a woman who has the same name as her. He can only imagine the crazy speculations which raced through her mind at that moment. He hopes now Rebecca and Mercedes's interactions in the future will be as limited as possible but it looks inevitable considering Mercedes and him live in the same neighborhood.

Colby mentally brushes the brooding thoughts away, "It's certainly funny they have the same name but it can't be her," he tells her. "There's eighty percent chance she isn't here."

Rebecca hums in agreement, "Thought as much. I forgot her last name to be honest. I think it was Var-or something. Can't recall it now."

"Because the only thing you were fixated on is the fact that she's called Mercedes, I guess." Colby chimes in.

"Can you blame me?" They both laugh. "Seriously, I'll ask her or my brother what her last name is and tell you. Perhaps she's your ex-girlfriend secretly disguising herself and pretending to be my brother's girlfriend to spy and take her revenge on us. Like my mother said, 'she must be a spy.'"

Colby's eyes widen, "Your mother said that? Tell me she didn't tell that to her face."

Rebecca appears to regret even mentioning it to him in the first place, "Yep, she did. My brother was there to defend her of course, as always. And I was there as the peacemaker, making sure my mother and Fergal won't ruin the party they'd tried so hard to organize to perfection. That girl is lucky to have my brother. He'll defend her to the ends of the world while my mother tries everything in her trick books to convince my brother his lover is a gold-digger."

Colby whistles, quite stunned. "Wow. She's going to eat me alive."

"She's going to like you, Colby," counters Rebecca, attempting to look positive for his benefit but Colby knows better.

"She's not and let's not pretend she will."

Rebecca scowls at him, "You underestimate your charisma, Mr Lopez. She said you saved me and in turn, you deserve a fortune. It means something."

"So in percentages, how high is it?"

Rebecca squints at him, "Let's say ten to fifteen percent with a bonus of five percent from my brother which sums it all up to twenty percent."

"You're terrible, Rebecca."

She burst out into laughter. Colby can't help smiling as well. "The additional eighty percent you'll get from me is all you need and so far you've fifty percent of it. Better step up your game and earn the thirty before I lose interest. Back to your ex-girlfriend, I'll really like to meet her someday just for the fun of meeting the woman who broke your heart and eventually led you into my arms. My brother's girlfriend is the sweetest and she seems to truly care for Fergal. If anything, that told me right away she can't be your ex-girlfriend."

There are a few quiet seconds of Colby just listening to Rebecca's bare feet making squishy noises on the wet floor before he says, "Mercedes is nice, Rebecca. Just a bit difficult, short tempered and ambitious. Her dreams never aligned with mine. She wanted more out of life and I wasn't exactly in the best position at that time to give her the things she wanted. That's why I was so hurt when I lost my chance with WWE. Not only did I want to do it for my brother and my family but for Mercedes as well. I'd promised her so many things and I always believed WWE was going to be the breakthrough door to my success. Mercedes thought so too and when she broke up with me, I understood to a certain extent. She was angry, disappointed and frustrated with me. She had every reason to be. It was understandable."

"But Colby, part of loving and being with someone is also being tolerant and patient, understanding and laying aside your own personal grievances to be there for the one you claim you love," Rebecca says. "When the other fall, it's the two of you that fall because you're both connected in love and that means in life's goals and aspirations. Making it all about one's self and disregarding the pain and disappointment of the other sounds selfish to me no matter the justification. I've no idea how your relationship with Mercedes was but there's no justification with her breaking up with you like that. She didn't make it appear she was going to be there for you. That's bad."

Colby nods, considering her words. "You're right in many things but at the end of the day, Mercedes and I failed in that relationship. She has a sister she's taking care of Becks, and a mother who was forced to resign from work due to health complications. I couldn't be what she needed at the right time and in turn, she never took time to understand and often resort to breaking up with me in our heated moments. We broke up each time and we made up again. What I didn't realize is that each time we got back together, our relationship never got stronger as many people believed. It got weaker and weaker to the point where this recent incident became the last straw. It just wasn't going to work anymore."

"So accurate," she says. "It wasn't your fault you lost the job either. Always keep that in mind, Colby. Dreams might not always work out in the end no matter how hard we work for it. It's part of life. We have to get back on our feet each time we fail no matter what. It was an important lesson I'd forgotten about all these years and look where it ended me. 'Never stop trying,' they say. It isn't easy but we've to. What other options do we have?"

Colby lets out a long exhale, shaking his head. "My dream of becoming a wrestler is over, Becks. It isn't such a bad thing when you think long-term but the bottom line still remains a fact; I failed in everything. With my family. With Mercedes as well." He gazes down at her softly, "I can only hope I don't fail you too."

"Don't say such things. You won't!" Rebecca vehemently objects.

"I might."

"You won't!"

"Perhaps, I will."

She huffs loudly, "Are we seriously going to argue about this? You'll give me a migraine if you keep talking like that." Then her eyes narrow suspiciously, "Why do I feel like you're trying to tell me something you've done wrong? As if you're reprimanding yourself on a bad decision you've recently taken? Are you keeping something from me Colby?"

Colby shakes his head quickly despite the inner voice telling him to say 'yes'. "No."

Rebecca moves closer towards him, concern writing itself on her face when she places her hands on his shoulders. If it weren't for the thick layer of tension in the air right now, he would've laughed at how short she is when she's standing this close to him. And Joe often used to mock him for his height in the past. "Colby, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

He answers without a moment's hesitation, once again refusing to listen to that inner voice. "Of course." It isn't that easy in spite of his answer. Speaking about Mercedes with Rebecca is the one thing he wishes to avoid for the rest of his life. It isn't simple telling your girlfriend you're still with a woman you told her you'd broken up with. It's child's play to confess to her you somehow ended up in bed with her the night before when she has as little trust in you as one would expect from a new-found relationship; not forgetting she's had her heart broken not too long ago. He wonders just when and how his love life got so complicated. Or maybe it's him who's making things complex for himself.

"Are you sure?" Her eyes are still suspicious and unsurprisingly inquisitive. Joe had told him this will happen sooner than later.

"I am," he replies.

Rebecca hums, staring at her from under her long lashes, eyes squinted as if she might see something if she peers a little closer. "Alright then. How's your mother?"

Even though he shouldn't be, Colby is slightly caught off-guard by the question. "My mother? What has she got to do with this?"

"It's about your family," she answers simply. "I'm just giving you a breather because we're still in the starting phase of relationships so I know I've to drill things out of you otherwise you won't tell me and I'm not at all offended by it. You must be thinking it isn't important, that you might spoil the mood with stories about your families or lengthy tales about your problems so I've to ask for you to see it won't be a bother at all. Besides, I haven't asked how your mother is doing. With everything that was going on, I didn't recall to ask when you arrived and-" she gasps as if she has remembered something excruciatingly significant, "what about your nose? How is it? Is it still hurting?"

"I'm fine. It was nothing to begin with. I placed an ice on it this morning and I barely feel any pain at all. No cuts and swells. It's all good."

Rebecca's hand touches the small injury from their encounter yesterday at the Sports Club, pinching it a bit too hard for his liking before the hand falls back to her side. Colby steels himself not to groan from the dull ache there but there's nothing recognizable to make an impression to anyone that he'd had a door slammed to his face, almost breaking his nose in half. Even Mercedes hadn't noticed it during their ride from the Sports Club to Pamela's house yesterday. Something he was actually grateful for. He didn't wish to make up any more lies; lying to Rebecca is the limit for him but at this rate, with how fast things are pacing with Rebecca, if he doesn't break up with Mercedes soon, he'll have to make up more lies to cover the ones he's already made.

Rebecca's scolding brings him back to the present, "You left after I'd gone, didn't you? Why are so careless? You should've stayed and taken medicines from the doctor. That nose needed stitching and you're not going to convince me otherwise. Didn't anybody tell you taking your health seriously actually prolongs your lifespan?"

Colby smiles and crosses his arms on his chest, "Nope. I was told 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away.' It's unfortunate I hate apples."

"Colby," she drawls menacingly.

Colby laughs, "Relax, Rebecca. I'm fine. I'm good. If I'd gone home with stitches, then my mother would've flown into panic mode and to answer your question, she's better. She's slowly getting out of her mourning phase although I believe it will take perhaps years before she gets used to living without father. Her friends comes to visit her from time to time and she's thinking of going back to work soon. We actually argued about the work part this morning before I left the house. All in all, everything is alright. We're getting by."

"Glad to know. What about your brother?" The next question doesn't surprise Colby much. If there's one thing he's learning about Rebecca, it is that she's never satisfied with anything. In a good way.

"I don't know," he admits truthfully. "I don't even know where he is or what he's doing. He texted me last week asking how I am."

Rebecca smiles, "That's sweet but wait, he came for your father's funeral, right?"

"He didn't." Her face crumbles in disappointment and Colby imagines his face must've held a similar expression when Jon hadn't walked into the house from the front door like he'd hoped he will. "He must've not have been in town that day or he just didn't want to attend father's funeral. I don't have a clue as to why he didn't but one thing Joe always tells me is, you never achieve anything by quarreling or asking unnecessary questions. At this point in our relationship, the amount of time I get to see or talk to him over the phone is so limited that I actually see the wisdom in what my friend always tells me. If I spend all the time I get to talk to Jon arguing with him, I'll never get to tell him the most important things. Hence, I try to avoid fighting with him whenever we talk. It doesn't get us anywhere and arguing with him about his failure to attend father's funeral isn't going to make situations better either. Was I hurt and angry that day? Yes. Jon knows this too. That's why he didn't call because he knows I won't actually admit to him how hurt I am and I know whenever I remain impassive and indifferent to the blunders he continues to make, he ends up feeling guilty and loathing himself for it. At the end of the day, things are what it is."

Rebecca squeezes his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Colby. I had no idea things were this bad."

"Don't be. I've learnt to accept it. Although at times, I can't help but think Jon doesn't care about anyone anymore, especially after father's funeral."

"He does care about you," Rebecca consoles, clasping both of his hands in her grasp. "He was there when everyone thought you'd gone missing. He was there. If he didn't care, then he wouldn't have been there at all. Maybe he's just like my brother. Pretends they don't care almost to the point where the other person actually buys the act. There are plenty of times I've thought the same thing about Fergal but whenever I want to disregard him as my brother, I recall that during crucial times he's always there. Often not in person but still checking up on me. It isn't enough for me, of course. I want more and I think that is the problem; you and I want more than what we receive and our brothers believe what they are able to give us is enough. I've no idea what's going on with your brother or whether he might actually want to give you more time but can't. The best way for things to work out is for both of us to compromise and accept things as they are, like you stated earlier. That's the hardest part but eventually we've to accept it."

He hugs her close and quick, smiling widely at her once they part. "Thank you for listening. It feels so refreshing to talk these things with you Rebecca."

She returns the smile just as wide, "You're welcome. I'm always here. As they say 'a problem shared is a problem solved.' We'll apply that saying to our relationship henceforth. You can share and tell me anything and everything and in return I'll tell you mine like the friends we are. Right?"

"I beg to disagree with you, Your Majesty." Rebecca brows furrow. "Forgive me but I certainly couldn't have told you this." He slowly parts the curtains to reveal the inside of the gazebo and Rebecca's enlarged eyes is all he needs to know he'd done well by listening to Ashley's advice. The food spread on the table causes his stomach to grumble. He hadn't notice how famished he was until now but he keeps his hands to his side for Rebecca. Only for her. 'When did I start falling in love this hard?' "Do you like it," he inquires somewhat anxiously despite the spark in Rebecca's eyes telling him all he needs to know.

"I love it," Rebecca breathes, almost in some sort of trance. Once she's a step further inside, Colby takes the opportunity to draw the curtains back to conceal them in golden light cast by the candles lit on the table, on top of the fireplace, around the couches and the fire blazing in the fireplace, wood crackling noisily as they burn and shrivel in the near quiet environment. Colby hopes the wood Ashley was able to gather from Rebecca's bedroom can last them through the night. "It's so cozy and warm. I love the fireplace. It wasn't lit to my knowledge and it's so clean in here. The gazebo was beneath my mother's list of priorities organising the party. Which means-" she jeers around to face him, "you did this? So this is what you were doing while I was giving my speech? Setting up a candlelight dinner." Her eyes are glued to the food spread on the table, a bowl of roses in the middle and a bottle of wine when she adds. "Oh my God no! Not wine!"

Colby smirks, "This night deserves a bottle of wine."

She slowly shakes her head playfully, "Uh-huh. The last time we had wine, we ended up doing a lot of funny things, Mr. Lopez."

He cocks his head, amused. "Maybe I want do a lot of funny things tonight as well. What do you say, Mrs Quinn?"

She flings a grape at him. Colby catches it, nearly missing. "Not a chance. Ash helped with this, didn't she? I know you don't have the brains to conjure all of this up by yourself."

He swings the grape back at her. Rebecca dodges in time. "She only brought the roses, the candles, the wood for the fireplace, the wine as well as the food and the spare clothes you had at the Tree House. The rest is all me," he adds with an exaggerated hint of pride.

Rebecca doesn't appear to be a fan of his smug look. "In other words, Ash was the brains behind this just as I expected. I knew you didn't have the brains to plan all this. You couldn't even buy me an actual bouquet of flowers. Now I've to settle for rose petals."

"Hey, don't mock me or the roses. I couldn't think of a proper gift to give you," he says in defense. "It's not my fault women are so hard to please these days. I once brought you a cup of coffee and toasts and the coffee ended up on me, not in your stomach."

"Excuses, excuses, excuses." She laments, ogling the cute display of 'I love You And A Happy Birthday From Your Sister Ash' decorated in rose petals on the floor. "From my sister Ash, huh? Not from you? I get you don't exactly have the brains but isn't this a bit too cruel?"

Colby shrugs, "I want you to hear it from my own lips instead of letters in rose petals no matter how heartwarming it is. No offense to Ashley." He laughs as he watches her scoop up two handfuls of rose petals from the floor, splaying it all over her head, "I feared you'd think it was too cheesy but Ashley said you'll like it no matter what it is as long as I was the one who set it up for you," he confesses after a second of just standing there watching her play with the rose petals. "Judging by how you're childishly playing with those rose petals, I take it Ashley was right. But I have a feeling you'll like Ashley's gift more."

He motions with his head to the couch where the gift lay elegantly wrapped up and Rebecca rushes over, almost tripping on her gown. "Tonight is definitely a night of presents for me. I'll probably have a mountain of them on my bed tomorrow morning. I wonder what this is," she mutters to herself before she sets out on tearing the wrapper off, revealing the gift to be a picture in a frame. Once she's done peeling the wrapper away, her jovial mood has suddenly shifted to sad and somber. Colby frowns from where he stands when he sees the painful wrinkles drawn on her forehead. When she looks up at him, a bittersweet smile on her lips, he signals for her to show him the picture.

He recognizes Rebecca's father first, sitting on the grass with what looks to be a park in the background. He looks younger in the picture than when he'd seen him in a bunch of sophisticated photos on the web. Annette Quinn looks equally young and in arguably the best mood of her life, standing at her late husband's left, a blue hat on her head while she holds what looks like a fan in her hand while the other is set firmly on her husband's shoulder. It feels unnatural to see Fergal grinning so much given the disinterested looks he loves to give everyone and despite the fact that a young Ashley can be seen pulling on his hair from behind, both their faces flushed hot and hair wet. Rebecca's smile is too big for her small face, stretching her cute cheeks a bit too wide to reveal white, pearly teeth. She's sitting in between her father's legs, her tiny legs stretched out on the grass, her father's lips pressed hard on her left cheek, two ice-cream in each hand.

It's the happiest he has ever seen her. Perhaps the happiest he'll ever see her and when she starts to sob, Colby feels all the sadness radiating out of her. It's worse because he feels it ten times more, propelling him to rush to her side.

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This chapter is dedicated to jade_brollins . I know how much you love this story and I appreciate it.