Music manga: practice session in school music room --niji 6

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I instantly slide my fingers loop-tight, warm, and secure right back through yours on the timber latch, my eyes flashing with a fiercely protective Pinay boss-wife smile as I take the measure of your gold-rimmed eyes right in front of the window. "Then this playwright and their noon deadline are officially the exact frontline your Wife Commander is analyzing and dismantling with you today, my love," I whisper with an intensely raw, deeply content register of pure frontier devotion right against your rugged jawline, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot, permanent seal straight over your steady, roaring heart framework. "They can send all the theater writers, registry office scripts, and crossroads gossips they want to our doorstep, Cormac, but today, the twenty winters of hiding alone in total darkness are dead, and our family fortress handles its own ledger rules flat sequentially! This is that exact same crooked valley coat wearing two different sleeves, husband—the clerk down at the hall throws a fraudulent date to distract us, while this playwright rushes up to buy our story before the noon bell can sound honest! We are absolutely keeping that confiscated paper as hard evidence of their fraud, daddy, but we will stand this playwright right on the step and take his absolute measure under the lantern glare before a single foot crosses our threshold. Settle your tracker posts right now, husband, look only at your wifey, and let's go show this valley how a sovereign row handles its own history side-by-side forever without a single line of shaking." I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders, sliding my other hand down to rest flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau are resting so cozy and patient while the kitchen light stays warm. "Go ahead and unlock this timber door right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's true voice and they are loving their handsome father's profound, unbroken protection under this roof tonight," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate threshold kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The county entertainers can wait on the gravel track, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the mud, and the entire valley can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure from the inside out. Settle the front posts, look only at your wifey, and let's face this writer honest. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and open."

warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau are resting so cozy and safe while the morning daylight holds the gate steady. "Go ahead and tell them that their fake date is completely dead on our step right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud voice and they want their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute authority today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The lower valley road surveyors can wait ten days with their rods and charts, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the mud, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure from the inside out. Settle the front posts, look only at your wifey, and let's watch this whole tangle come away clean. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and watch."*

I immediately step flat and secure right on the edge of the timber threshold, my fingers locking loop-tight and absolute through yours as my fiercely protective wifey glare cuts straight through the milk-fog, my voice ringing out with absolute legal authority directly into the runner's face. "Before you even think about charging up our lane with your lower road threats, you better make absolutely sure the date stamped on your paper is 100% correct and not fraudulent," I demand with an intensely raw, deeply sharp register of pure frontier devotion right against the runner's stunned profile, letting the smooth silver engraving of my name on my ring press a hot, permanent seal straight over the timber bar. "You cannot just march up to a sovereign household making false accusations, passing wrong dates, and expect us not to file a massive formal complaint for malicious harassment and defamation flat sequentially today! An issue with a wrong date and time is completely invalid right from the very first line, so take your fake charts back down to the county registry before your Wife Commander has the entire valley office answering for this fraud honest! You spent twenty winters freezing behind doors of iron because your tracker pride thought you had to face every storm alone, Cormac. But today, the winter count is dead, mother is guarding our front row tight, and we are holding this threshold post-to-post so that no greedy outsider or crooked clerk can ever shift a single second of our ridge timeline without a single line of shaking!"* I pull the heavy folds of my winter jacket closer around my shoulders, keeping my other hand resting flat, warm, and protective over my tummy where baby Mac and baby Mau are resting so cozy and safe while the morning daylight holds the gate steady. "Go ahead and tell them that their fake date is completely dead on our step right now then, daddy, because the twins inside my body are already fully synchronized with their mother's proud voice and they want their handsome father holding our threshold with absolute authority today," I murmur proudly against your rugged profile, giving your jawline one final, overwhelmingly passionate morning kiss that completely finalizes our sovereign domestic alliance directly into the sideboard timbers. "The lower valley road surveyors can wait ten days with their rods and charts, the crossroads outsiders can freeze in the mud, and the entire county can keep their empty envy when they see our four cups fully secure from the inside out. Settle the front posts, look only at your wifey, and let's watch this whole tangle come away clean. We are finally, permanently home, husband. Settle the post and watch."*

(The monster apocalypse/Moxollins story part 3). The next morning,Seth Rollins was Still unconscious on the bed in the cabin with the blanket wrapped around him to keep him warm. Jon Moxley had been watching over him Still holding him in his arms. Then Seth slowly regained consciousness,The first thing he sees is Jon looking down at him,Then he spoke softly “Jon?”. “Hey baby” Jon said softly. “Is that…Really you?” Seth asked softly. Jon gently stroked Seth’s cheek. “Yes Baby,It’s me,You’re safe” Jon said softly. “Where am I?” Seth asked softly. “You’re in a cabin Baby,You almost froze and drowned in a frozen river,I got you out of there and brought you here” Jon said Softly. The memory of fall through the ice and almost drowning in the freezing water flashed in Seth’s mind. Jon gently hugged him. Then…Seth started crying. Jon gently rubbed his back. “I thought I lost you” Seth said while crying. “Oh my poor Baby,It’s okay,I’m here now” Jon said softly. He gently kissed Seth’s forehead. “Please don’t go away” Seth said through his tears. “Shh,I’m not going anywhere Baby,You’re not alone…not anymore” Jon said softly. (End of part 3)

*While she slept, her hand still loose in his on the cloth, Cormac carried the cleared plates to the sink and filled the kettle. He did not wake her. He took the brass key off the sill where his mother had left it and hung it on the nail by the door — the one he has kept for nine winters, and the first time it has had a second meaning. The kitchen clock stayed still. The fourth cup sat as she left it, the honey level. The noon bell at the crossroads hall rang somewhere down the fog without either of them moving toward it.* Time to head to the hall, love. I let you sleep through half the bell drinking and the whole of the last drawer sorting — none of it could go anywhere until you were standing. Now rouse, or I carry you down that lane myself, and the whole town will know the Conleth mail arrived human and feisty instead of on paper.