Ethan was sitting in Tom's office, slumped down in one of his client's chairs and wiping at his dripping nose with a handful of soggy tissues. To look at him, no one would pick him for Ethan Williamson...as he grabbed his coat. "What would you like to bet? Alright, a lift home. Just don't cough on me. I don't want your germs. I love you, Williamson, but not that much." Word Count | 6,51
My new pilot airs on telly tonight. Considering how many cops are connected to the fam now, I wonder how much I'll get the piss-pulled. Hopefully not too much, considering I signed a two year contract. *Is not nervous... not much*
After eight failed attempts to outline all the recent events in an email to his big sister, Euan realised he couldn't do this in writing or over the phone, and finally resorted to just a single line asking if she could come to London if she was free.
Euan was pretty sure he nearly shat himself when he heard Ciaran scream out for him in the middle of the night. It was amazing that the terrified cry of ‘Dad’ had him reacting when he was sure he hadn’t...bite the bullet and call his brother and sister. They might have some advice for him. He just hoped he could get through the conversations without bawling his fucking eyes out. Word Count | 2,13
Ethan gave a nod to the doorman as he arrived back at his apartment complex in the centre of London. Usually he would stop to chat, having known the guy for years, but just freshly off a twenty four hour...track down her mobile, but as she passed Ethan she stopped to squeeze his shoulder and kiss the top of his head. "I love you, Ethan Williamson," she murmured against his ear. Word Count | 6,06
It felt oddly familiar, yet oddly strange, for Euan to find himself alone in the apartment. It wasn't like Ciaran was a huge talker, but in his absence, the place seemed a whole lot more quiet. After Euan...childcare option now, so while I know the kid is safe and okay, I say we make with the time wasting..." Euan decided and reached behind her to give her arse a firm squeeze. Word Count | 4,24
Euan was relieved when, the following morning, Ciaran woke up with a lot more colour in his cheeks. Sure, he had still slept for a good twelve hours but he must have needed the rest. Euan had let the kid...let’s go. It’s been a long day. I think we could all use a bit of a chill out. Any sexy chicks in this film? You know, for future reference. Like when you’re sixty... maybe.” Word Count | 2,11
Considering how late she and Ciaran had had lunch, Gee wasn't all that surprised when the boy hadn't felt up to dinner just yet. She was also waiting for Euan to come home in case he wanted to eat. She...to head outside for a smoke. Order whatever the kid wants, if he's hungry. If he's not, I really would prefer not to have another pizza puked all over my living room floor." Word Count | 5,69
