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Thanks! I’m glad that this chapter had such a positive effect! (it seems like the comment somehow got posted twice?)
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AHHHHHHHH GRAZIE DI CUORE I am so happy people are enjoying my little story here! Of course fostering and adopting a child are going to change how holidays are celebrated. Who knows if they’ll both keep going with Bryce in the following years? 🤔 The “temporary hold” is changed automatically when the time between chapters got a bit too long, I think. When I realized that I left it. My muse for this isn’t limited, as I’ve got at least a dozen more events mapped out, but I am often limited on the time I can spend writing. When I started writing I worried that the Italian necessary to portray Nico properly would scare people away. It seems like it hasn’t at all and that gives me the warm fuzzies.
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‘You’re not serious. You can’t expect me to wear this!’ I signed, sharpening my movements to indicate vehemence. I had just changed into the costume that Bryce and Nicolo had somehow chosen for me, to take Bryce trick or treating his first time. Dave and Clara, with their two boys Justin and Jamie, were due to join us in less than half an hour, to go as a group. If I had to guess, I’d think this was a prank in revenge for denying joining the boys in knocking on the doors to get more free candy.
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Some people are born with such a natural talent it’s difficult not to be jealous. My father, Archie, seemed to just know how things were built, and could visualize the process. I’m certain this is why he made such a good contractor. My own gift was in reading, and being able to tell if an author was likely to be successful. I managed to convince my boss that gay fiction, both sexually explicit and non, was an untapped market, and to allow me to focus entirely on it. I’ve managed to get twelve ne
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Been looking through the comments, and I must apologize for only noticing just now that you picked up on this. I was hoping someone would, and felt rather disappointed. Now that I see someone did it makes me happy. 😆
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Arrival in Williamsburg
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Arrival in Williamsburg
I did state quite clearly that this was to be a series of drabbles, and I also made mention at the end of chapter 3 that past chapter 4, they wouldn’t be cheonological. Almost every chapter past 3 makes reference to events in other chapters. Almost as hints to what may be coming up. I wanted to try writing in a different style to what I have before. -
Some may call it coincidence, but I’d like to think that my parents were fated. Having lived in the same region in Scotland, their families immigrated to the US the same year, and to the same area. I’d like to think that Nicolo and I were fated, the way we slot together so easily, despite our disagreements and differences. If Nicolo and I were fated, I’d have to believe that Bryce being ours was fated as well. It was funny, I’ve always thought, just how many non-American accents we had in our fa
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Mi Vuoi Sposare?
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Mi Vuoi Sposare?
An interesting supposition, but I have to admit the correlation between his name and AAA never occurred to me. -
Three minutes is all it takes to change your life. There’s a type of awakening that is jarring and disorienting. You’re asleep, or on your way there, when something happens and you slam right into full consciousness. Like, your body will jerk a bit, and you go from asleep to awake so fast your brain takes a moment to catch up, to figure out where you are and what’s going on. The programmer at work once described it to me as ‘like a segfault.’ I had no idea what that meant, but I’d assume he
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Mi Vuoi Sposare?
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Mi Vuoi Sposare?
I absolutely understand why you would go this path, but not quite the path I meant. -
It was called Rampe del Poggi, according to Nicolo. A stairway, and we were climbing it predawn. We’d been in Firenze for a few days, and the Bucellos has been amazingly welcoming. Even Giuseppe had pulled me aside to have a nice long talk about the differences between living in Italy and living in the US, making some headway in becoming family. Most of our time, however, had been spent touring around the city’s historical landmarks, starting with the Ponte Vecchio. We visited the Duomo di
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To the Range! - Part 2
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in To the Range! - Part 2
Thanks! Stay tuned for more, I’m not done yet! -
“Now Bryce, you’ve got your sight picture, and you’ve got a solid grip. You have your target. Now put your finger on the trigger.” “O-okay.” “Good. Now just like with dry firing there will be a soft travel before it goes firm. The 320 has a nice short break, so when you’re ready, pull and fire.” About half a second passed, before a muted gunshot rang out. Once Mike had told him to fire, my gaze drifted from Bryce’s grip on the pistol to the target five yards away. At the sound of th
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Benvenuto in Famiglia
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Benvenuto in Famiglia
Thanks! I’m so happy people like this story! I’m still open to ideas for events/scenes that people would like to see! -
Bryce looked much more nervous than, really, he’d had a right to be. This situation was surprising to all of us, even Nicolo, I could see. As much as his, well our, family simply did not keep secrets, no whisper of this part had reached us. Anyone watching Bryce closely would have noticed the very moment he bucked up. His shoulders rose just the barest, his back a bit straighter, but it was his face that really gave it away. He stepped forward from between us, unceremoniously dropping the s
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It was an old apprehension, that always stopped me. Did I trust Nicolo? Well of course. We’ve been married for years. We bought a house together. We fostered and adopted a boy together. Our lives have been less a struggle than many, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say easy. My trust in my big hunky Italian was absolute. Okay, maybe 99% absolute, as there was still a niggling in the back of my mind. A ‘what if.’ Making this leap would be a huge deal to me, and I think Nicolo knows that. It’s
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Actually no, this was after they were all cleaned (lye baths) and reseasoned. There was no discernible reason for the pan to have caught flame. 🤷🏼♂️ We find Lodge to be subpar quality, being annoyingly textured and way too heavy. Our #8 gets more use than any other kitchen implement, and it’s 87 years old. Not the oldest thing we own, but you just don’t get quality like that anymore.
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I doubt I’m the first person who has done this lol. Did the pizza thing when I was 13, and the cast iron when my husband and I inherited 8 Griswolds from my grandparents.
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Okay to be fair this came from my own crap cooking experiences. I was lucky that the pizza box didn’t actually catch fire. The cast iron did though 😩
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Thanks! I’m glad you found it funny. After the fourth chapter they’re not chronological, though, so Nicolo’s leg getting injured hasn’t been shown yet.
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There’s not much that can get you pounding in heart, blood, and mind, like turning onto your street, and seeing flashing blues and reds in front of your house. You may be a quarter mile away, but you’ve driven it hundreds of times. You know it’s yours. You slam on the gas to try to get there, worry thrumming in every vein and muscle of your body. Worry because of their presence, and worry because you’re heard not one damn word from your family. Even if it only takes seconds to traverse the dista
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Nicolo and I stood inside the gaming section of the electronics store, looking around nonplussed at what were were searching for. This was one area we were both absolutely useless in. We had just taken in an eleven year old foster boy in late March by the name of Bryce Easton Everard, and his first birthday with us was coming up on May 25th. Two weeks away. When we’d moved him in, we’d had his room decorated in colors he’d liked, and we’d gone out and gotten some nice, but not overly expen
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Awwww thanks! (Sorry I missed this before, haven’t checked in on the story in a bit.)
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If there’s one thing I am above everything else I do or are interested in, I would have to admit, not ashamedly, that I am a speedo whore in a way women are for shoes. Seriously, I have an obsession with the things. I really do like to swim, even though I do so now less than I used to. I’m planning to bring up building a pool in our backyard to Nicolo. We’ve got the space for it, as we don’t live terribly close to town we were able to afford a good sized plot of land and house, it could even be
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Thanks! (Did you intend to comment on the TOC though? 🤔)
