— 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐏, MDNI.
—— 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 http://𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼.
𝘌𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦...
𝗡𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲.
𝗕𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗼. 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝘇 𝗻𝗼 𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗽𝗮 𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘀.
Layla just shakes her head and laughs.
“If you bought it, you must have papers with the deal. I'll organise your desk and your papers today.”
Layla just shakes her head and laughs.
“If you bought it, you must have papers with the deal. I'll organise your desk and your papers today.”
“Do you guys not know if you pay rent every month? Marc, are we risking eviction?”
“Do you guys not know if you pay rent every month? Marc, are we risking eviction?”
“I want to tile and grout the bathroom.”
“I want to tile and grout the bathroom.”
“You said my name. Wasn't that hard now, was it?”
Layla squeezed his hand pointedly, feeling more at ease with his confession.
“You can have a hug any time you want, Jake.”
He was still holding her hands.
"I appreciated it... It's been a long time since someone hugged me."
“Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary. Just... Just know I'm here if you need anything.”
“You said my name. Wasn't that hard now, was it?”
Layla squeezed his hand pointedly, feeling more at ease with his confession.
“You can have a hug any time you want, Jake.”
“Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary. Just... Just know I'm here if you need anything.”
The gentle brush of her curly hair against his face, her scent, the sound of her breathing... It was all so soothing.
"I'm fine..."
The news made her mouth drop open, and she gave into the urge to give him a massive hug, even if that was the most physical contact they've ever had.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to cross a boundary. Just... Just know I'm here if you need anything.”
The news made her mouth drop open, and she gave into the urge to give him a massive hug, even if that was the most physical contact they've ever had.
Jake was the no-nonsense guy, the one who didn't care about telling Layla about anything. Even if Marc or Steven preferred to not tell her for... Whatever reason.
"Khonshu told us he was our biological father..."
Still holding his hands, Layla turns her head to enter his field of vision.
“Something happened. What happened?”
The news made her mouth drop open, and she gave into the urge to give him a massive hug, even if that was the most physical contact they've ever had.
Still holding his hands, Layla turns her head to enter his field of vision.
“Something happened. What happened?”
“Why don't you call me Layla? Stop with that Missus thing, Jake.”
Still holding his hands, Layla turns her head to enter his field of vision.
“Something happened. What happened?”
“Why don't you call me Layla? Stop with that Missus thing, Jake.”
He dutifully held his hand out for her to check the mess.
“Let me see.”
“Why don't you call me Layla? Stop with that Missus thing, Jake.”
“Let me see.”
The room was a bloody mess and Jake, sitting on the edge of his bed, was holding a pack of ice against his knuckles.
"I punched the wall..." he grumbled.
“Puedo entrar?” Layla whispers, offering her little Spanish she's been learning in her free time.
“Let me see.”
“Puedo entrar?” Layla whispers, offering her little Spanish she's been learning in her free time.
"Aquí..."
"Marc? Steven? ...Jake?"
“Puedo entrar?” Layla whispers, offering her little Spanish she's been learning in her free time.
"Marc? Steven? ...Jake?"
"Marc? Steven? ...Jake?"