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Post by Steven Hudson on Sept 2, 2018 21:10:26 GMT
The Grand Ballroom, Chicago. The venue of a black tie affair for the evening, not usually a place Steven would be seen but then he had a ticket and a plus one all in aid of the various first responder charities. Organized by the mayor, people with deep pockets and of course a healthy dose of first responders from all over the city. He had been one of the ‘lucky’ ones to receive the invite and this time. Rather than shoving it into the bin or handing it over to someone else, he thought it would be nice to take Alyssa out for the evening.
Not the usual cooked dinner at home or take out or more often than not a morning or evening and then sleep. No he wanted to actually be in the same place as Alyssa and to treat her to something he likely would never be able to afford. A ballroom, a nice Michelin star dinner, music and hopefully a nice evening. Steven stood in the kitchen of his house as he made sure to place the invitation into his tux jacket. It was rare to see him dressed in the black tuxedo, shiny shoes and a crispy white shirt and bowtie but tonight he was trying to do things right.
Steven was staying out of the way of Alyssa as she got ready, for the simple fact he grew up with two sisters and there was a thing about seeing a woman getting ready. Not that Steven was against the fact but he had learned a lot from two sisters. So instead he stood and waited out of the way so he would be able to say he was out from under any feet and was unable to hog the bathroom at key points. It was that and the fact he had already been given the riot act by his mother for the whatever amount of times for his job, seeing her off upstairs was more of a relief that they were leaving the house rather than listen to what he should be doing in life.
Steven however smiled and waited, excited to go on a night out with the woman he loved. A fancy one but then again it was hardly an everyday kind of event. More like once a year and if you were lucky enough to get an invitation which this year, Steven had found himself with. All in all he hoped it would be a good time for them to spent together even if it did involve a little dressing up.
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Post by Alyssa Zorin on Sept 25, 2018 18:13:43 GMT
[attr="class","Alyssaner"] [attr="class","Alyssaner1"] [attr="class","Alyssaback"] [attr="class","Alyssanert"]Alyssa was as beginning to feel bloated and not her usual self. It was bad enough getting into a dress anyway but then there was Steven trying to make her wear one when she was three months pregnant. Yeah, no. But he’d insisted they go out for the evening and she decided to humour him. She was always on call if Mrs. Cross needed her but she knew that she wasn’t needed this evening, or even at all this weekend. There was a lot Alyssa got paid to not do. Used to the formal parties she had to attend with her boss, she knew Steven wasn’t so used to them. She stepped out, hoping the black dress would hide her rounded shape some. Straightening Steven’s bowtie she just looked him in the eyes. Alyssa hated events like this because she didn’t trust people. She’d learned to distrust those closest to her and Steven was a rare exception. He had managed to wiggle his way into her life. “Your son is kicking up a storm.” She was hoping she could lull him back to sleep by walking. It worked before, why wouldn’t it work now. Alyssa massaged her rib trying to get the baby out of kicking her in the side. She smiled some at Steven and pulled him by the hand out the door. Martin graciously had told her that he would play chauffeur for the night. Something Alyssa had tried to turn down but had lost due to lots of work seniority.Looping her arm around Steven’s bicep, she rested her head on his shoulder and walked with him. [attr="class","Alyssaner2"] [attr="class","Alyssanerlyric"]Вы можете увидеть мечту Это кажется недосягаемым
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House 51 Lead medic ambulance 61
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Post by Steven Hudson on Oct 1, 2018 20:04:51 GMT
Steven found himself staring at Alyssa, opened mouthed some when she stepped out in that dress. Steven was always of the opinion that Alyssa could wear a bin liner and she would still be as amazing as ever. The clothes never mattered to him, more the person in them though he felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her. He was the luckiest guy in the world even if the type of event he normally avoided he at least wanted to show Alyssa a nice night from it.
“My son, what about our son. He’s part you too. He’s just excited that we’re going out.” Steven replied smiling, “And you look absolutely beautiful.” He added having just about been able to form words as he blinked himself back to reality as he saw Alyssa massage her side. Once out of the door Steven saw Martin, the guy from her work though Steven wondered who was on protection detail that night. Then again Alyssa was with him so he hardly minded who had that job. Steven placed his hand over hers as he smiled.
He leaned his head against hers for a moment, kissing the top of it. “I know it’s not exactly what you want but, it will be fun. You’re there so it will be great.” He said as he smiled, reaching for the car door to hold it open for her as he glanced to Martin. “Thank you for this.” He said appreciating the man’s time and offer to be chauffeur. “Ever need anything just give me a call.” Steven added not sure it would ever happen but the offer was there.
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