Damn this is a lot later than I initially intended... I don't think this whole 'upload chapters' is the thing for me... I think I'll just write the story and then publish it, that sounds a hell of a lot less stressful... Anyway here's this. Enjoy.

Also I still don't own Gumball

"So that's it?"Marmalade asked.

"Oh god no… Not by a long shot, but as for your birth, yes, that's it."

"What did Dad's family do?"

"Freak out… Not nearly as bad as my family, but they were furious, I was disowned by my Grandfather, which in turn made my own Father disown me… Mom was there for me, I think I was the main reason for their divorce, so with me out of my house, naturally Gumball offered his, which his parents agreed to if he paid rent."

"What about Aunt Cierra?"

"She… She didn't care, I don't know where she finds all that love for me but, she went on like nothing had changed."

"Your story seems too good to be true," Marmalade cynically said.

"Doesn't it? It's not as if we didn't have our complications, they just never seemed to last long,"

"But… I remember waking up to you two fighting when I was little…" Marmalade reminded.

"Marmalade sweetie, if I've learned anything about being married it's that money is the number one cause to hate someone… And looking back on it, I was really fucking stupid."

"Mom!"

"Right, sorry, really goddamned stupid,"

"That's not any better…"

Then, without any warning, Gumball and Gumdrop burst through the door, looking tired and huffing their brains out. When they noticed Carrie and Marmalade on the couch they both stood up straight with the worst fake smiles one could imagine. "Hi Honey." Gumball said trying to not sound suspicious.

"What happened?" Carrie asked as if he'd come home like this every day. Then a loud pounding sound could be heard coming from the door.

"Well, we saw Uncle Darwin at the arcade…" Gumball said.

"And I said Dad could be him at air hockey." Gumdrop cut it.

"Long story short, some rules were bent, some things were said that nobody meant, and now Darwin wants to knock me out." Gumball finished placing his back against the door.

"Gumball! You get out here before I break down the door!" Darwin could be heard from outside.

"I'll handle this…" Carrie said and floated away.

"Darwin! Calm down!" Gumball called to his brother from inside.

"You called my real parents fish!" Darwin responded.

"They probably were!"

"That doesn't mean you can say that." Then Darwin began his pounding once again.

"Marmalade, help daddy and your brother keep Uncle Darwin out please." Gumball said to his daughter who was still on the sofa, looking mildly amused.

"Nah, I think you guys got this, I'm a ghost, I wouldn't be much help anyway." Carrie shortly returned, phone in hand and gestured for Gumball to move out of the way. As soon as he did so, the door flung open to an enraged adult Darwin.

"Hi Darwin," Carrie said calmly and handed the phone to him. Darwin blankly stared at it before putting it to his ear hole. (I assume that's what one would call it…)

"Hello?" He answered. "Penny! No, I was just… Uh, hanging out with Gumball, that's all I was heading home right now, except I left my car at the mall…"

"You ran the entire way here?" Carrie asked but Darwin didn't pay much mind to the question.

"Okay… I love you too." Then Darwin hung up the phone. "Can you guys give me a ride home?"

"What about your car?"

"I'll get it later or just buy another one, Penny wants me home now…" Gumball and Carrie laughed at what he said, "Inside joke?" Darwin guessed.

"Yeah… The first one is always the most difficult." Gumball mused. "Have you thought of a name yet?"

"No, I wanted Rutherford, but Penny said that kids would fun of that…"

"I like Rutherford," Carrie shrugged, "Alright, let's go, Kids? Do you want to go see Aunt Penny?" Gumdrop shook his head while his eyes were glued to a game screen and Marmalade shrugged a no. The three adults piled into the car with Carrie driving and set out for Darwin's house.

"Is 'house' the appropriate term for where you live?" Gumball asked.

"Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?"

"How many rooms do you have?"

"I lost count after thirty six…" Darwin grumbled seeing his point and Gumball smirked.

"How long is Penny along?" Carrie tried to change the subject.

"Oh… Eight months… I think… Eight comes after five right?"

"Uh… I'll just ask Penny when we see her…" she said as they pulled into Darwin's estate.

"Oh, I never asked you how Greece was." Gumball asked his brother.

"For the Olympics? I think it gets over hyped… We visited some ruins, but that's about it."

"Out of the car," Carrie ordered and they filed out and Darwin rang his own doorbell. The Darwin estate was, as of the past year, the largest house in all of Elmore, it looked to be four floors high and the size of a school. Complete with outdoor track, indoor gym and, of course, a pool. If there's one thing Darwin would never need, it'd be more cash, no one trusted him to manage his funds though, he hired Penny to assist in that manner and a relationship grew from there.

Penny answered the door with a pleasant smile and a stomach that clearly showed she was close to the end of her pregnancy, happy to see that Darwin was okay and hadn't harmed Gumball. "Hey guys," She greeted Gumball and Carrie. "You wanna come in?"

"We should get back to the kids… I don't trust Marmalade with Gumdrop anymore…" Carrie said.

"Epic flash back time!" Gumball cried out.

"Are sure this will get me to the moon?" Gumdrop asked from the firework he was strapped to.

"I'm ninety percent sure." Marmalade called not looking up from her book and sipping some iced tea. "Just make sure you hold your breath in space."

"Alright let's do this!" Gumdrop called and struck a match to light his firework.

"And that's why Gumdrop will always have slightly darker fur than me…" Gumball said back in real time.

"I understand, it must be hard having hungry kids." Penny nodded.

"What does that mean?" Carrie asked snidely.

"Just that kids won't grow up as well if you don't plan ahead or have the money to feed them." Penny shrugged not understanding her anger.

"Excuse me, I'll have you know Gumball and I work our asses off to make sure they're always fed."

"What, you think Darwin and I don't?"

"Well you sure as hell don't need to, at least my kids won't grow up spoiled." Carrie spat and that sent Penny over the edge.

"Oh, so just because we have money our kids will be spoiled, well at least we were smart enough to not get knocked up in High School miss high and noble." Gumball and Darwin watched their wives spit venom at each other with blank expressions as their eyes darted from Carrie to Penny and back again.

"We need popcorn…" Darwin absent mindedly remarked and Gumball nodded.

"I bet you just slept with Gumball so he wouldn't even think about being with any other woman," Penny hissed.

"At least I'm not a flirt who fucks with guys emotions, you… Peanut… Moose thing!"

"Well put Carrie," Gumball said from the sideline.

"Shut up Gumball," Penny cut in.

"Don't tell my husband to shut up!"

"Girls, this is incredibly pointless, let's just all have lunch and cool off in the pool," Darwin offered and received two death glares. "Or… Not,"

"You know what, Carrie and I really need to get home before Gumdrop sets the house on fire." Gumball said and began pulling Carrie out the door.

"Bye Carrie, I'll see you next week!" Penny called as if nothing had happened whatsoever, Darwin looked slightly concerned before waving by himself.

"See you then," Carrie answered in a similar tone before she flew into their car.

"Uh… What just happened?" Gumball took his seat next to her.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Penny were… And…" He began when he noticed the look she gave him. "You know what, never mind, just know that your relationship with Penny baffles me."

"Noted," Carrie said, not thinking much about it. Just then Carrie's phone rang and she quickly answered it.

"Mrs. Watterson?" Came the voice from the phone.

"Hey Kent," She answered casually, "What happened this time?"

"Well… I'm not sure how, but it seems your house has been infested with…. Ninja mice?"

"I trained them!" Gumdrop could be heard in the background of the call.

"We'll be home shortly…" She hung up the phone and handed Gumball a dollar. "You set me up…"

"Maybe, but all that matters is I won the bet." He mused. "You also owe me a dance,"

"I'm never betting with you again…"

"That's what you said last time," Gumball continued with a victorious grin.

"What was last time? College?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah after you… Uh… Never mind…"

"After I…?"

"You don't remember?" He asked nearly astonished.

"I've been retelling our junior year of high school all day, I'm pretty sure my memory died awhile ago." She shrugged.

"Well… It wasn't that important,"

"Gumball you're the worst liar on the planet, what the hell are you talking about?"

"College, your last year before you got your doctorate? It couldn't have been that long ago…"

"Enlighten me." She said from behind the wheel. "And if you ripple effect I'm pulling over right now."

"Fine…"

Carrie opened her eyes to a rainy day, she lazily looked over to her clock, it read 3:30. "Damnit…" She grumbled and forced herself up. There were worse fates than a class that started at four in the morning, but Carrie couldn't think of them at the moment. She whisked herself to the shower only to find it in use. "Maileen!" Carrie whined. "What the hell are you doing, your first class doesn't start until five!"

"Oh… Ross wanted to hang out, and I wanted to smell nice…"

"You're a goddamned Dingo, doesn't water make you smell worse? Wet dog smell isn't exactly in high demand at the perform department." Suddenly the water stopped and Carrie's roommate timidly stepped out of the shower. Maileen was slim, popular, and yet incredibly smart. Everything Carrie despised about preppy girls summed up into the most intelligent person she'd known.

"You think he won't like me like this?" Maileen asked and shook herself dry.

"I'm sure he'll think your fine." Carrie answered calming herself down, currently she could care less what her roommate was doing. "I have cellular biology in thirty minutes, I don't give a shit what Ross thinks you smell like."

"Oh… Right, sorry, showers all yours." Maileen said and scooted around Carrie.

Carrie sat in Cellular biology practically writing down anything the professor said, which was easy enough since he was an enormous snail and talked slower than he moved. Every so often she'd read back through to make sure it all make sense before continuing once again in her notes. "And that concludes today's lecture." The snail said slowly. "If there are any questions, please see me now." Carrie read once more and packed her books into a bag before someone placed a hand on hers to stop it. She looked up from her bag to see a boy with a skeleton head but a complete body from the neck down in a collared shirt and jeans.

"Hey Sean," She smiled.

"Hey babe, we still good for tonight?" The skeleton smirked.

"Yes, for the thousandth time, but you haven't told me what we're doing tonight."

"That's why it's a surprise."

"I hate you…"

"I know. Alright, I'll find you when we're out for the day." Sean grinned and hopped off her desk. Carrie watched him go the smile still playing at her lips and she reached back inside her bag and brought out a picture of the six month old Marmalade. She was so pleasant with her large orange ribbon and pacifier and sighed with a slight amount of regret.

That evening, her classes were finished and Carrie was prepping herself for her date. She stared into the mirror, considering past events and looking at herself covered in makeup and fancy clothing, her hair no longer covered her eye but was instead pulled back into a bum. Sean was a sweetheart, he wasn't the most studious but he loved her, what more could she ask for.

"Aw, you look adorable!" Maileen came in looking like a powdered cup cake thrown on to a dog. "Sean will love it, do I look alright?

"You look fine, are our boys waiting down stairs?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah, Ross is driving, so you and Sean can have the backseat, just don't do anything you'll regret."

"Yeah…" Carrie said looking saddened. "I won't." The two girls made their way down their dorms until they found the parking lot. There stood Sean and Ross, waiting by a fine car that could seat four comfortably.

"Hey girls," Ross said, who appeared to be some kind of green tiger, "Ready?" he asked.

"Will you please tell me where we're going?" Carrie begged her boyfriend.

"Nope," Sean said with his boney grin, "Ross my man, let's roll." And they all climbed in with only the occasional moment of awkwardness climbing over one another. They drove around amiably; Carrie began to wonder if they actually had a plan as to where they were going. Until Ross parked the car across from a live theatre and every filed out once again. Carrie looked at the sign plastered across the theatre, 'Gumball: It's not my problem, comedy tour.' It read and she wanted to die, more so than she already was.

"So, what do you think?" Sean asked and Carrie gave a nervous smile.

"Could we, do something else? I'm not in the mood to laugh right now."

"Nah, this guy's hilarious, plus I spent a lot of money on this, so we're doing this." Carrie wanted to dispute, but past experiences reminded her that it wasn't worth it. "You'll love him, I know it." Sean reassured. The four found their table and sat down. The stage was lifeless and empty at the moment, crews were still scrambling to make everything ready when the waitress came for their order. Carrie could tell she was nervous, it reminded her of when she worked as a waitress after school with Gumball performing.

"Yeah, what beers do you have?" Ross asked her.

"Ross, don't get smashed today." Maileen whispered to him but he paid her no mind.

"I'll have whatever he's having," Sean agreed with Ross and Carrie simply sighed in discontent. Suddenly the room went dark and lights started to flash.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we here at the Mumble Bros. Theatre are proud to welcome to the stage, Gumball Watterson!" An enormous voice came as smoke covered the stage and Gumball stepped through it to the sound of a roaring applause.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you…. Thank you, thank you." Gumball said, "Huh… Hello peoples, I am so pleased to be here, I had a flight from Elmore, best part about any flight is the crying baby, every flight has one and this flight, and I had the high honor of being the father of said kid. It's awful you start reading the magazine in front of you, not giving a shit what's in it, 'oh hey Danielle Fox bought a blender, that's interesting thank god there's no crying baby next to me so that I can pay attention to this amazing piece of literature." The crowd laughed and he continued on his hour and a half show. He talked about everything and anything, there was some point where a drunken freshman called him out on a joke but Gumball's wit was a bit much for him.

After the show Sean and Ross were both drunk off their asses and Carrie slipped away to exit before anyone recognized her. "Carrie!" She froze and slightly turned only to see Maileen and she released the breath she had sucked in. "I found this little girl, she is the cutest thing ever, you have to see her and the V.I.P guard is awesome."

"I think we should just go home before we—" But Maileen had already began dragging Carrie by her hand until they reached a V.I.P section and she tapped on it. The door shortly opened by a four year old Marmalade who simply grew exuberant at the sight of Carrie.

"Mommy! You came back for me!" She cried and wrapped herself around Carrie's tail.

"Carrie?" Maileen questioned.

"I guess I look like her mother," Carrie struggled trying to pull Marmalade off her.

"Actually, you're the spitting imagine of her mother." A voice came from behind her, but she didn't need to turn to see who it was.

"Mr. Watterson!" Maileen cried out. "Oh you were so funny."

"Thank you," Gumball humbly answered and knelt down to Marmalade. "Princess, we have to go now, okay? Let go of Mommy." He tried to pull her off.

"No! She just came back for me, I'll never let her go again!" She cried out and refused to release Carrie.

"Marmalade." Gumball snapped, "Come here now, Mommy can't stay."

"But why!" She pleaded but Gumball didn't have an answer for that and he just looked down and away from Carrie. "Tell him Mommy, tell him you're coming home now!"

"I'm not coming home dear, " Carrie patted her on the head. "Not now, or ever."

"Why!" The little ghost cried almost to the point of tears. "Daddy never smiles anymore!"

"He's smiling right now," Carrie reasoned.

"Not like he did when you were around!" Marmalade burst into tears and Carrie looked back at Gumball who still refused to look at her. "At least talk to her, Dad!" She cried at Gumball.

"I don't know what to say…" He muttered ti himself, "Rick," Gumball called to one of his staff. "Take Marmalade to the car," And the man nodded and took Marmalade off of Carrie.

"No! Mommy, why don't you call anymore?" She called through her tears. Maileen witnessed the scene and felt incredibly out of place.

"I'll just… Go." She said and rushed out of the room leaving Carrie and Gumball alone.

"Sorry, Marmalade misses you…" Gumball shook his head and turned to exit himself.

"I'm sorry too," Carrie said. "But we talked about—"

"Yes, I know, this is what's best for everyone…" Gumball recited her words. "Except for everyone involved,"

"Aren't you happy? You're emails seem to say so."Carrie accused with agitation in her voice.

"Yeah, because I didn't want you to feel guilty over taking a little girl's mother away from her," Gumball said coldly.

"You paid for me to come here," Carrie reminded him.

"And you broke up with me for it, that wasn't exactly the thank you I was looking for"

"I'm two thousand miles away; did you really think we could work out?"

"I don't know I never got the chance to try!" He snapped at her. "You always think you know the best way to solve something is to just end it before the pain comes, well that worked out swimmingly for us, didn't it?"

"This is the best way!" Carrie hissed back.

"For who? Me? I'm fucking miserable, Marmalade? She cries herself to sleep without her Mom. You? Don't tell you're happy with that drunken freak show my security just kicked out."

"Don't insult him, it's beneath you."

"But breaking my heart isn't beneath you? This is the same shit you pulled when you were pregnant but if you had just talked to me about it, none of this would have happened."

"Sorry…" She said lowly.

"Sorry doesn't do shit for me or Marmalade." Carrie could hear the anger soaking every word he spoke, he had been hurt, and it was her fault.

"What should I say? That I was wrong? That I've never been more wrong in my life to leave you?"

"It couldn't hurt." Gumball let his shoulder drop. "This is the second time you've done this, I don't want to forgive you, but Marmalade needs you, more than anyone else, so if she can then I can, but not until she has her mom back."

"I can't do that…" Carrie said. "I can't come back when I'm so close, I could be set for life if I pass this last year."

"Fine, go become a rich fucking doctor, have all the success in all the world for all I care."

"How can you say that? You, who supported me even when I was hated by everyone else I knew, you always pushed me to pursue my dreams."

"Yeah, but surprisingly enough, I had always imagined that I'd be part of your life, I thought maybe I'd be part of your dreams, because you were my only dream." Gumball shook his head and went to exit again until Carrie caught hold of his arm and he turned to face her. He was then met with one of Carrie's incredibly tight hugs one he hadn't felt in years. He didn't want to love it, he wanted to stay mad at her for leaving his side again, but she'd always be his first love, the only woman he really loved.

"I hate it here…" Carrie said into his shoulder. "I hate these people, I hate the classes, I hate it all… I miss you Gumball, I miss you and Marmalade and your bad jokes, your complete disregard for safety when cooking, your positive attitude towards everything, and on the flip side of that the witty sarcasm you reserve for idiots in your life. I wanna be part of your dreams again; you've been haunting mine…" Gumball stood with a contemplative expression for a moment or two before shrugging.

"Marmalade forgives you first, than me."

"Deal," She said with tears of joy welling up and kissed Gumball on the lips. He hadn't felt her ghostly lips in so long and offered no resistance when he felt them again. They broke apart to look at each other again.

"I swear I'll never forgive you if you leave me or your daughter again." Gumball threatened.

"I'd never forgive me either." She said wrapping herself in his arms and nestling into him.

"Come on then, Marmalade has a present for you."

"You were expecting me?" She asked astonished.

"Of course, she only talks about the day she finds you everyday."

"She shouldn't have… I don't deserve it…"

"No, but Marmalade inherited my amazing ability of forgiveness."

"What about my studies?"

"Well, Teri's mom just retired from Elmore Hospital, and they're looking for anyone who knows anything to take her place, given that Teri is in India and there's no one readily available, I think you could land a steady job."

"I feel as if you've been planning this for some time."

"Not openly… But you were always at the edge of my mind, I tried dating again, which was horrible… The few that I could barely tolerate Marmalade refused to even look at, so I guess I'm stuck with you." He smiled

"Yeah… I don't think dating is for me… I've learned I have a very low tolerance for people…"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"CARRIE!" Sean drunkenly slurred from the doorway. By definition due to a lack of blood, skeletons couldn't get drunk, but that didn't seem to stop him.

"Friend of yours?" Gumball guessed.

"Uh… Maybe?"

"Hey! You're that Gumball guy right?" Sean said wobbling over. "You were, so fucking funny man, you should be a comedian or something," He placed his arm around Gumball for support. "Hey, Carrie, where did you come from?"

"Gumball this is Sean… My uh… Good friend." Carrie attempted to remain calm.

"Like hell!" Sean answered her. "Don't listen to her, she's crazy or something, I'm her boyfriend."

"Is that so?" Gumball hissed looking to Carrie.

"Yeah, but she won't sleep with me? Can you believe it, we've been dating for like… Six weeks! But every time I ask, she's like, 'no I'm too tired' I mean, what girlfriend doesn't sleep with her boyfriend it's like we're in the nineties or something I swear."

"Sean… I think you should go…" Carrie said, her face practically painted red with embarrassment.

"Why? This guy seems alright, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Bubble gum."

"Gumball,"

"Whatever, you should tell Carrie to have sex with me since I bought her these tickets." Gumball looked back to Carrie, Sean still invading his personal space. "I mean, why else do you date chicks am I right? Come on Carrie let's get the hell out of here." Carrie looked scared and unmoving, she scooted slightly closer to Gumball out of fear. "Carrie come on, or else." Sean said again.

"Or else what?" Gumball asked practically boiling with rage at the sound of his words.

"The fuck you care? She just needs to be reminded of reality from time to time, why is this so important to you?"

"I happen to love her." Gumball snarled. "If you've hurt her in anyway—" He began when Sean sent his fist into Gumball's face, Carrie covered her mouth with her hands.

"What? Like that? Are you going to do anything about?" Sean threatened and stood over Gumball.

"Don't touch him!" Carrie screamed at Sean and that seemed to back him up. "Gumball are you okay?" She asked as he opened one eye.

"Ow… It's as if he's all bone or something…" And Carrie gave small laugh. "Are you going to kick his ass?" He asked her.

"Damn right I will,"

"I'll bet you dollar it'll take four hits."

Marmalade sat in the car next to Rick, he was her body guard, waiting for her Dad to come back from talking with Mom, playing with the small box her dad had her hold. She often wondered what was in it, but Dad said it was a super secret for mom only and if super secrets couldn't be kept, what hope would there be for the future. The car was luxurious, long, not quite a limo but it seated five in the back alone so it was nice enough. Suddenly Rick looked up from his phone and exited the car. Through the tinted windows, Marmalade could see Rick approach two people, one slung over the other, heading for the car. She flew out through the door to see her Dad and Mom, holding each other like they used to and laughing their heads off.

"I think the head butt did count, I said four hits, not four punches." Gumball reasoned.

"No, no, there was three punches then the knock out, so with the head but, that'd be four."

"Right, but you hit him once before that," Carrie sighed in defeat.

"Why do I make bets with you? I never win, even when I do"

"It may behoove you to never make a bet with me again."

"Noted," Carrie said and turned her head to Marmalade.

"Mommy!" She squealed and flew right into her mother's arms. Carrie was overjoyed to embrace her, it felt like an eternity since last she held her daughter. "What's wrong with your face?" Marmalade asked and Carrie grew confused.

"The makeup…" Gumball whispered.

"Ah… Marmalade, listen very closely, you must never change yourself for someone else, okay?" She said and smiled at Gumball. "It will be the worst experience of your life."

"Oh! Daddy bought this for you." Marmalade remembered the small box and offered it to her mother.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, Daddy said it was a super secret."

"Really?" She asked back to Gumball.

"It's like a secret times a billion." Gumball asserted firmly. "Or so our daughter has decreed." Carrie opened the small box with complete shock covering her face upon discovering the ring inside.

"You can't be serious," She said disbelieving.

"Why not?" Gumball asked plainly. "Marmalade needs her mother, and I know I can't live without you."

"Jesus, "Carrie said on the verge of crying again. "Do you ever stay mad?"

"Not at you, some people say that's bad."

"Those people don't know you!" Marmalade said from her mother's arms.

"So…? Do I get an answer?" Gumball asked and Carrie let go of Marmalade.

"No, I'm just going to let you wonder." She said with a devious smile.

"You can't be-" Carrie shut him up by bringing their lips together.

"Yay! I get my Mommy back!" Marmalade cheered as their kiss ended.

"You seriously don't remember any of that? I thought it was kind of a significant date to remember." Gumball said as Carrie pulled the car into their driveway and she wore a smug grin. "I believe I have been played by my wife…"

"You got my dollar, we'll call it even." They exited the car and Carrie made her way to the door until Gumball took hold of her arm. She turned to him and he pulled her into his arms.

"We've had a ridiculous life…" Gumball mused as he leaned on the car and Carrie relaxed into him.

"Yeah, too bad most of it is over." Carrie agreed.

"Would you change anything?" He asked and she faced him again.

"You mean besides being an idiot who tried to leave you twice?"

"Well, even that, I feel like we needed those to get where we are, I don't think I'd change anything, as long as we have the same result, I could care less how I get married to you."

"I'll keep that in mind next time a cute guy winks at me." She wore her evil grin.

"If I get a heart attack from one of your jokes you have to promise to save me,"

"I'll always save you, you already saved me." Carrie said more caringly than her previous tone.

"I love you Carrie" He said and they brushed their lips across one another.

"I love you too." She said before they entered a passionate kiss.

"Gross!" Gumdrop's voice came from next to a fireman, and his parents broke away from each other. "You guys can't kiss, you're old!"

"Well… Not in front of him anyway, but I know this lovely bed room that we have." Gumball whispered.

"Tonight, nine o'clock, lock the door and don't be late." Carrie answered quietly with her seductive grin.

You may have noticed that nifty part 1 in the title, so naturally this is story will come back, but not now, I have other ideas and couples to explore. Thank you for reading this and all that jazz, especially those of you who reviewed, first stories are terrifying, for me at least.