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LINK: Some days, she just couldn't stop touching her baby boy's little fingers, toes, nose, cheeks, enjoying the way he giggled at her, and hoping that bursting feeling of love really never did end.

3.29. How many times will she fall for his line
Should I tell her or should I keep cool?
And if I tried, I know she'd say I lied
Mind your business, don't hurt her, you fool
Silence Is Golden - The Tremloes

[Follows THIS]

It hadn't been the fact that Lachlan had flat-out refused the surgery that made Tara angry. In fact, she had anticipated that might be the reaction if this time ever came. They had both known it was going to come, but until it was actually being waved in their faces, they had been able to push it to the back of their minds. Then the letter arrived. The surgery could occur in February. All Tara wanted was for him not to make any rash decisions and when his PTSD tried to kick-in, it was her job as his wife to make sure he was okay. He had suffered so long with the pain since he had been shot that the surgery not only promised to ease that, at least a little, but also might increase his chances of being able to conceive if they could locate the actual site of the damage.

She never expected him to tell her it was none of her business.

None of her business?! She was married to him. Had cradled him in her arms when he nearly bled to death. Had sat beside him for weeks on end without knowing if he even had a chance of waking from the coma. Had been by his side ever since, for months and months of excruitiating physio to get him back on his feet. Had given birth to his only child, risking the baby's own health to carry him full term. And it wasn't her business?

( She did know he reacted out of anger. It was out-of-character for him... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


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1.10. "There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort."
Jane Austen

Co-written with sexyinscrubs

[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]

Tara sat on the side of Pat’s hospital bed, one hand gently wrapped around his and her other resting on the handle of the baby buggy parked beside the bed. Her baby son was nestled inside, shooting her bright smiles and tiny giggles when she waved her fingers at him. He had still been a little off-colour when he woke that morning, so they decided to make an appointment with his doctor for a bit of a check over. He was happy enough but he definitely didn’t have the energy he usually did as a curious seven month old. They had an appointment in an hour, so Tara offered to sit with Pat while Lachlan joined Aiden and Cameron outside for a coffee and a bit of fresh air. Tara wasn’t surprised when both men had tried to protest, and she knew more than anyone how it felt to be in their shoes. But she did also know that some fresh air could help clear the head just a little and that was better than the oppressive weight of sitting at a hospital bedside crushing you more and more with each tick of the clock.

( She also knew this whole this was a strain on her husband too... )

All muses referenced with permission


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LINK: Time had passed, but she would never be able to erase the the memories of the sounds, smells, and images of his fight for life.

LINK: Bad mood or nicotine withdrawal; he's still being a cranky bitch and worse than a pregnant lass.

LINK: He looks so much like his Daddy.

Sitting watching my husband, my cousin and Josh rock out 'Black Betty', Spiderbait style, and instead of sobbing at the noise, my baby boy is kicking his feet, giggling and squealing? I think I've spawned a rock babe, and I'm loving every minute of it.

I meant to post this sooner, but being away on the weekend, I forgot!

May 16th marked Tara's two year anniversary since her conception and I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all those who have helped her grow to the well-rounded character she is today. She was conceived in a now closed House, M.D. RPG, but moved on to muse land when she still wanted a voice when the game faded to black. Since being in muse land, her world has grown, and I am so proud to have her connected to some wonderful, amazing muses written by even more amazing muns. Muse land gave her the current universe she exists in, princeton2nyc where I love each and every member of her extended family.

She has been a big part of my life since I created her, and she also forcefully played cupid for me and our Connor. Connor is the mun for drcampbell and we met through the original RPG when he joined a few months after I did. Like our pups, we hit it off from day one and on Christmas Day last year, we got engaged to be married. I used to be a skeptic about romance originating online, but now I'm a huge advocate, for obvious reasons ;) Lachlan and Tara still play a huge part in our fun times and we both hope they are around for a lot longer yet.

To our fellow muns in princeton2nyc, I love you all. You're wonderful and gifted writers, never failing to keep me hooked on your fantastic plots and pups. It's been nothing but an honour to continuously write with you. And to my darling C, you rock my world, baby. I know things have been tough for you over the last few months and you're still having a bad time of it, but you always get through it with a laugh and cheeky smile on your face, and I love you.

I think that's all. Anything more, and I'll start to cry!

Hug and kisses,

Jamie x

19.1.4. “Peace - that was the other name for home.” - Kathleen Norris

Co-written with drcampbell


Tara waved her hand slowly in front of her husband's glazed eyes and laughed when he blinked and turned to look at her with a sleepy smile. They were sitting in a second-floor bar on Princes Street in Edinburgh, the floor to ceiling windows giving them a pristine view of the Castle looming above them. It wasn't overly late and not quite dark yet, but it was dusk enough to bathe the historical landmark in a soft blue hue. After the harrowing flight from Princeton to Edinburgh, Tara had fully expected them to make it to Lachlan's parents house and beeline for the bed after getting their son settled in his crib. As they touched down, she had been fantasising about a snuggle in a comfy bed with her naked husband, and that really seemed to be the plan after they had a cup of tea with her in-laws and Lachlan's Nana while they gushed and cooed over the baby. But through the second cup of a tea, Lachlan's leg had been bouncing restlessly, and he soon declared that he needed to 'feel home'. He was exhausted himself. Spending a seven hour flight puking your guts up would do that. But he wouldn't be able to rest until had the sense he was home. Being in his childhood home with his parents and grandma wasn't going to cut it, it seemed.

( After convincing Tara that their baby son would be fine with his parents for a wee while, Lachlan took his Dad's car and drove them both into the city centre, all the way up to the Castle esplanade. He had sucked in a deep breath of the Scottish air and ran his hands along the centuries-old cobblestones... )


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