"Confrontation's never been somethin' we've had trouble with."

94. the deal

MILO

     AS JESUS LED THEM TO THE ROOMS UPSTAIRS Milo trailed his hand across the old, wooden banister of the stairs. The house may have been old fashioned and ugly but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it. He had never been a huge fan of art or culture, but seeing it again after so long, especially with the way the world was now, somehow made him appreciate it more. At the end of the hallway Jesus came to a stop. Only Milo, Quinn and Daryl were left. Jesus gestured to the last door. 'You'll find all you need in there,' he said, about to walk away.

Daryl and Quinn made their way inside the room but Milo felt himself turning around at the very last moment. 'Can I ask you something?' He questioned, frowning at Jesus.

The blue eyed man turned back to look at Milo and he felt his stomach make a weird flip inside of him when seeing the almost soft expression that had appeared on Jesus' features. 'Sure,' he replied.

Milo forced the strange feeling down and asked the question that had been burning in his mind since Jesus first introduced himself to the group. 'What's your real name?' He asked, then quickly added: 'Because I'm assuming Jesus is a nickname.'

Jesus chuckled. 'It is indeed a nickname.' He took a step forward, holding out his hand. Milo took it, shaking it. 'The name's Paul Rovia.'

Milo felt himself smiling. 'Milo Morales.'

'Nice to meet you, Milo,' Jesus said, holding his hand for just a second longer before dropping it and turning around, disappearing down stairs.

Shaking his head he turned away from the retreating figure of Jesus, about to head into the room but stopping abruptly in his steps when he noticed Quinn had been watching him through the open door. There was a knowing smile on her face, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischievous joy. Daryl was standing by the window, staring outside, completely oblivious to the expression on his sister's face.

'What?' Milo asked her, closing the door behind him and taking a seat on the bed. He recognized her expression as the very same one he wore when teasing her about Daryl and the thought scared him.

'Nothing,' she shrugged, then added as she sat down on the bed beside him: 'Milo Morales.'

Daryl had turned away from the window, looking at both of them with a frown, as if he was wondering about their sanity.

Milo took a deep breath, shaking the lingering feeling in his stomach away and instead decided to change the subject. 'Did you see Michonne and Rick? How long do you think that's been going on?'

Quinn's knowing smile only got bigger but she didn't comment on the sudden change of subject. Instead she just shrugged. 'Should've happened a lot sooner.'

'Why?' Milo questioned.

She blinked, as if only realizing just now what she had exactly just said. She opened her mouth, only to close it again, clearly at a loss for words. Taking a deep breath she finally managed to pull herself together under the curious eyes of both her brother and her boyfriend. 'Mich and I made a deal,' she finally mumbled.

Now it was Milo's turn to grin. 'What kind of deal?'

Her eyes flickered to Daryl, who was watching her closely, before looking at her hands folded on her lap. 'Just something silly,' she said, speaking so quickly that Milo was certain she was lying. Then she cleared her throat. 'We're supposed to be cleaning up,' she mumbled as she stood up and headed for the bathroom that was attached to the room. She closed the door with a soft thud, disappearing from their sight.

Daryl was staring at the spot she'd just disappeared as though he was still thinking about her words but when Milo spoke, his eyes looked up at the eldest Morales sibling. 'You've finally settled, huh?' Milo asked, knowing the question would make the redneck uncomfortable but unable to stop himself from asking it anyway.

'Ya think shit's settled?' Daryl asked.

'No, I don't,' Milo shook his head. 'We still got a long way to go but choosing to let someone in certainly helps.'

Daryl replied with a grunt and Milo couldn't tell if it meant he agreed, or if he simply didn't know what else to say. Luckily they were saved from the awkward silence that most probably would've followed when Quinn opened the door and stepped back outside. 'How about we go take a look around?'

Milo nodded and got to his feet. He was the first one out the door, heading down stairs with Daryl and Quinn right behind him. Abraham was seated on one of the flowery couches that stood in the hallway. The sight of such a large, muscular man seated on the small couch with pillows and golden curls was hilarious. As soon as he saw the three of them, he quickly stood up, as though he had known it must've looked ridiculous. With a small grin lingering on his lips, Milo headed for the door and stepped outside in the sunlight.

They stepped out onto the porch and he took a seat on the steps, his eyes taking in the serene atmosphere of the community. It looked and felt so different than Alexandria. The people here were farmers, teachers and craftsmen. They reminded Milo very much of the people of Alexandria before they had faced the harsh reality of the new world. He guessed not many of the people here had seen a battle or had to deal with a herd running through the community. Yet he knew he could not underestimate any of them. They needed farmers so much more than fighters right now. These people might just be their last chance of getting food. It would take a long while for their own crops to start growing and they had emptied every town nearby. Their food situation was growing hopeless. They needed these people.

'You think Maggie will agree on a deal?' Quinn asked, leaning against one of the pillars of the porch.

'If anyone can, it's her,' Milo said, his voice full confidence.

'She better,' Abraham added, his trained eyes taking in every detail of the community. 'Our food situation is worse than walker on a barbeque.'

The thought alone made Milo shiver with disgust but that didn't make it any less true.

'Would be great to get one of those cows,' Quinn said, her eyes drifting to the animals. 'Been a while since we had some good meat.'

'Brought home a couple of squirrels yesterday,' Daryl mumbled, sounding almost betrayed at her words.

Quinn eyed him wearily. 'I said good meat.'

Daryl scoffed, making her smile. 

Milo watched the exchange with a grin on his face. His heart was glowing with happiness when he saw his sister joking around, laughing without a care in the world. She had found herself again and it felt like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders. He hadn't seen her this carefree since before her addiction, back when she still stood on a stage and danced her heart out in front of an applauding crowd. It felt like a whole other life now.

The door of the mansion opened and Glenn appeared, looking worried. 'You better come in guys,' he said, already turning around and heading back inside himself.

Milo shared a concerned glance with his sister before heading inside after Glenn. Rick, Michonne and Maggie were already there, and none of them seemed happy. Jesus was there too, a worried frown on his handsome features.

'What happened?' Milo asked.

A sigh left Maggie's lips. 'Gregory doesn't want to trade.'

'Why?' Quinn frowned.

'He said we have nothing to offer him,' Maggie explained, though Milo could tell there was more that was bothering her. Anger flared through his stomach when he thought back to when Jesus had introduced them and Gregory's hungry gaze had lingered on Maggie. Suddenly he felt like throwing up. They put Maggie alone in a room with that guy and whatever was said, it had clearly left her angry.

'We want to generate trade,' Jesus sighed. 'Gregory does. But ammo isn't something we urgently need.'

'Well, how's that?' Rick asked.

'The walls hold. We just brought in more medicine. Gregory wants the best deal possible.' Jesus eyes were pleading for them to understand.

'Yeah, well, we want things too,' Daryl said.

'We need food,' Rick said. 'We came all this way, we're gonna get it.'

Jesus held Rick's stare for a moment, not revealing any emotion about the situation. 'I will talk to him,' he finally said. 'And we will work this out. Circumstances change. We're doing well now, and you will next. I will make him understand that.' He looked around the group. 'Can you give me a few days?'

Rick stared him down but it was Michonne who answered. 'We can.'

The cop's eyes flashed to his girlfriend but finally he nodded. 'Yeah.'

Jesus barely managed to hide his laugh, turning away from Rick to prevent him from seeing it. But Milo saw it and it brought a smile to his own face.

Rushed footsteps came from outside and the door was thrown open, making them all turn to look at the man who had walked inside. It was one of the people they had saved from the car wreck that morning. Gregory must have heard the man too because he opened the doors of his office and stepped out into the hallway. 'What's wrong?' He questioned.

'They're back,' the man breathed.

Jesus was the first one out the door, followed by the man and Gregory. Rick got to his feet as well, heading outside after them. The rest followed quickly, stepping back out into the warmth of the sun. They walked behind Gregory and Jesus as they walked up to three people who had just entered the community through the gates, one man sporting a ginger beard, a man in a red shirt and a woman with brown hair in a ponytail.

'Ethan, what happened to everybody else?' Gregory asked. 'Where's Tim and Marsha?'

'They're dead,' the man with the ginger beard, Ethan, spoke up.

For a moment there was only silence as they tried to process the news. Finally it was Gregory who spoke. 'Negan?' He questioned.

'Yeah,' Ethan confirmed.

Milo frowned and turned around to look at Abraham. He heard that name before, it was mentioned by the people who had ambushed him, Sasha and Daryl on the road. Abraham saw him looking and nodded in confirmation. It was indeed the same name and that fact made Milo suddenly very uncomfortable. There was something bigger going on here.

'We had a deal,' Gregory stuttered, seemingly in shock.

'He said it wasn't enough,' the man in the red shirt spoke up. 'Was the drop light?'

'No,' Gregory said with a tone that almost made Milo laugh. The man was the worst liar he had ever seen.

'They still have Graig,' the woman spoke, her voice slightly trembling.

Ethan took a step forward. 'They said they'd keep him alive. Return him to us. If I delivered a message to you.' He put his hand on Gregory's shoulder.

'Tell me,' the man in the suit said.

'I'm sorry,' Ethan muttered before suddenly taking out a knife. He didn't hesitate and pushed it straight into Gregory's stomach.

The leader of the Hilltop cried out in pain and suddenly everyone was moving. Michonne and Rick reached for Ethan, pushing him away. While Maggie and Jesus moved to catch Gregory as he stumbled and fell on his knees. Glenn was quick to press a cloth to the bleeding wound.

'Get off of me!' Ethan shouted in rage. 'I had to!' He swung the knife at Rick who caught his arm and kicked him in the stomach, forcing the man down to the ground. With a grunt he punched the man in the face, again and again until he was pulled away by the man in the red shirt. Abraham rushed forwards and tackled the man to the ground, freeing Rick, who crawled back to the ginger bearded man who was reaching for his knife.

Milo sprinted forwards when the man with the red shirt got on top of Abraham and put his hands around his neck, slowly chocking the life out of him. When he reached the two he wrapped his arm around the neck of the man, squeezing tightly while dragging him away from Abraham. The man gagged and moved his arms around in a desperate attempt to free himself. Milo, however, didn't let go. Instead he only squeezed tighter and only when the man went still did he let go. The man fell to the ground, inhaling sharply then breaking out in a coughing fit. He placed his foot on the man's chest, making sure he wouldn't go anymore or make any sudden moves. His eyes went to the scene and widened in panic when he saw Rick trapped beneath Ethan. The man had pressed his knife against Rick's throat, effectively getting him to stop struggling.

Quinn and Daryl moved as one to storm towards the man while Glenn reached for his gun.

'Stay back!' Ethan screamed, stopping the three of them in their tracks. 'Anyone who tries to stop me is killing my brother!'

For a moment silence lingered in the air, only broken by Ethan's heavy breaths and Milo's wild beating heart.

'Drop it,' Michonne finally said, her hand ready to reach for her katana.

In the split second that Ethan was distracted by her, Milo saw Rick reach for the small pocket knife he always carried with him. And before he could even blink, Rick pushed the blade into Ethan's throat. Blood oozed out of the wound like a steady waterfall, covering Rick completely. Ethan gurgled, his body convulsing before finally becoming still. With a grunt Rick pushed the man off of him and got to his feet. As he turned, he noticed everyone staring at him. His face, shirt and hands were completely covered in blood, as though he was one of the dead ones who just had eaten a meal.

Rick looked around, noticing the entire community had gathered to see the commotion and was now staring at him with wide eyes, scared glances and whispered fears. 'What?' He shrugged.

'Ethan!' The man beneath Milo's foot cried out. 'You killed him!'

Milo pushed his foot down harder on the man's chest, cutting off any more words he might be thinking of saying.

'He tried to kill Gregory, then me,' Rick reasoned.

Suddenly the woman stormed forwards and threw a punch at Rick, hitting him right against the jaw. Rick stumbled on his feet, reaching for the spot where she'd hit him. Michonne was quick to step forward and kick the legs out from beneath the woman, putting her on the ground.

'Don't,' she snarled, her face a deadly scowl.

'Drop it now,' one the guards holding a spear shouted.

Milo turned to see what he was looking at, noticing both Daryl and Rick had their guns out, pointed at the people of the community.

'I don't think I will,' Rick replied, walking forwards with his gun up.

Jesus moved past Milo in a blur, jumping in between the guard and Rick before matters would get even worse. 'Everyone!' He shouted, holding out his hands. 'This is over! It's over.' He looked around, taking the time to look everyone in the eye. 'Ethan was our friend but let's not pretend he was anything more than a coward who attacked us. He did this. And these people stopped him.'

Only the soft sobs of the woman kneeling down beside Ethan broke the heavy silence that followed. Milo found himself once again curious to the amount of trust Jesus put in their group, without much of a valid reason. In the short time he'd known them he'd been chased around a field by Daryl, been captured and brought to a strange community and watched as Rick killed one of his people. Yet his trust in them didn't seem to waver. Maybe the nickname wasn't so strange after all.

'What can I do?' Rick questioned.

'Put the gun away,' Jesus said calmly but sternly. 'You've done enough.'

Rick took one last look around before finally putting the safety back in place, lowering his colt python.

Milo took that as a sign to step away from the man in the red shirt still trapped beneath his feet. He offered his hand to him. For a moment he seemed to doubt before finally taking it and letting Milo pull him back on his feet. Then he quickly let go and stepped away, as though Milo's touch had burned him.

'You need to know,' Jesus said with a serious look in his blue eyes, 'that things aren't as simple as they might seem. Just give me some time.'

Rick didn't reply and instead watched Jesus make his way over to where Gregoy still lay wounded on the ground. One of the people they'd saved earlier, Carson Milo believed his name was, hurried towards their wounded leader. He examined the wound with trained eyes. Then gestured for more people to come over. Carefully they lifted Gregory up and carried him inside the mansion.

Milo turned away from the sight and instead walked over to where Abraham still lay on the ground. He stood over the man, watching him with a worried frown. 'You okay?'

The soldier blinked a few times, as if having to pull himself out of his thoughts, then he turned his eyes to look at Milo. 'Yeah,' he mumbled, then grinned. 'I'm better than alright.'

Shaking his head with a small grin on his own face, Milo offered the man his hand and helped him get back on his feet. He put his hand on his shoulder for a moment, before letting go and walking after the rest of the group back inside the mansion. They all sat down in Gregory's office, tension still lingering in their bones, as they waited for some news about Gregory. It was unlikely he'd die, they reacted too quickly for that. But Milo felt himself wishing the man at least suffered a little bit. Maybe it was simply his karma for being a dick.

He saw Maggie walking over the window, looking outside to where the woman was still sobbing over Ethan's dead body. He stood up from the chair he'd been seated on and followed her, leaning against the wall next to the window. 'You think this changes anything?' He questioned.

Maggie tore her eyes away from the heartbreaking sight, looking to Milo instead. 'If Gregory's smart he'd thank us for saving his life,' she said, the ghost of a smile lingering on her lips.

Milo scoffed. 'But he isn't.'

Maggie threw him a look that could only mean "you have to ask?", dragging a chuckle from Milo's lips. 'Rick was right when he send you to talk to him. He would've killed Gregory after only speaking five words to him.'

'So would you,' Maggie said, her eyes suggesting that she knew Milo had seen the man's hungry glare at both her and Quinn.

He shrugged. 'I wouldn't kill him, maybe just knock him unconscious for an hour or two.'

She smiled at him. 'Weren't you the one always preaching to give people second chances?'

Milo nodded. 'I am, which is why I didn't let Ethan kill him.'

She actually laughed at that, shaking her head at his words, knowing it was just an innocent joke and not meant to be taken seriously. She was right, he did believe in second chances and the end of the world hadn't changed that. But that didn't mean he was naive and there was just something about Gregory that made his gut feeling scream in alarm.

After about half an hour, Jesus finally came walking into the office with some news. 'Dr. Carson was able to patch Gregory up. He's in pain, but he'll live.'

'So, what happens now?' Michonne questioned.

Jesus walked to stand by the fireplace. 'Things like that don't usually happen here, but, eh, it's settled.'

'We heard the name Negan,' Rick said, pushing himself off the desk he'd been leaning against. 'A while back, Daryl and Abraham had a run-in with his men. Who is he?'

Jesus looked suddenly uncomfortable, for the first time since Milo had seen him, and somehow it made him uncomfortable too. 'Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviors. As soon as the walls were built, the Saviors showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands, even more threats. And they killed one of us. Rory, he was 16 years old. They beat him to death, right in front of us. Said we needed to understand, right off the bat.'

Milo inhaled sharply, worry washing over him like a tidal wave. If these people found the Hilltop it could only be a matter of time before they came to Alexandria, especially if they would start to trade with each other. His eyes searched the room and found his sister, who looked just as worried. He would do anything to protect her, to protect everyone in this room but the thought yet another enemy out there made him exhausted beyond words. Just when it seemed like they might have found some peace, another threat showed up.

'Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation,' Jesus continued. 'He's not the leader I would've chosen but he helped make this place what it is and the people like him.'

'He made the deal,' Maggie concluded.

Jesus nodded. 'Half of everything. Our supplies, our crops, our livestock, it goes to the Saviors.'

'And what do you get in return?' Glenn asked.

The answer came as no surprise. 'They don't attack this place. They don't kill us.'

'Why not just kill them?' Daryl asked, like it was that simple.

Jesus scoffed. 'Most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo.'

'Well, how many people does Negan have?' Rick questioned.

'We don't know,' Jesus replied, 'we've seen groups as big as 20.'

'Now hold up,' Daryl said, taking a step forward. 'So, they show up, they kill a kid and you give 'em half of everythin'? These dicks just got a good story. The bogeyman, he ain't shit.'

'Well how do you know?' Jesus asked him.

Abraham spoke up from the corner he was seated in. 'A month ago we took his guys out PDQ. Left them in pieces and puddles.'

'Yeah, we'll do it,' Daryl spoke up. 'If we go get your you man back, kill Negan, take out his boys, will you hook us up?'

Milo shifted uncomfortably, wishing the discussion hadn't gone into the very direction he had dreaded since Jesus first brought it up.

'We want food, medicine and-' Daryl pointed to the window, '-one of 'em cows.'

Milo's eyes flickered to Quinn, who was watching Daryl with a small and satisfied smile. At least she would get her good meat this way. Quickly he looked away again, his heart aching at the thought of having to fight once again. It really seemed like the only option they had nowadays.

'Confrontation's never been somethin' we've had trouble with,' Rick shrugged when Jesus looked to him for confirmation.

Jesus eyes wandered to Milo, who knew he must've looked worried and his heart clenched when Hilltop's recruiter seemed just as worried but he nodded anyway. 'I'll take it to Gregory.'

As soon as he left the room, Rick spoke up again, seeming to sense the hesitation that lingered in the air after Daryl's words. 'They have food, we don't. We don't have enough of anything. Except us, what we can do.'

A heavy sigh left his lips before he could stop it and he placed his head in his hands go try and get rid of the sudden migraine that seemed determined on plaguing him. Another impossible decision, another fight, more blood on his hands. It seemed like the only thing they were good at doing anymore. When they reached Alexandria he was ready to built something more, be something more. It had been so long since he'd had any rest. Even before the world went to shit he'd been fighting. Deanna had offered him the chance to, even if it was for the smallest moment, be a college student in politics again, to built instead of tear apart. He had enjoyed it more than he could ever put into words. But now the choice was being ripped out of his hands once again, the world forcing him to fight again.

'This is the trade,' Rick said, pretty much ending any argument anyone might have felt like bringing up.

'It's gonna cost us something,' Maggie muttered, making Milo nod.

Before Rick could reply the door was opened and Jesus stepped into the room once again. 'Gregory's up, he wants to talk.'

Rick took a step forward but Jesus stopped him. 'He wants to talk to Maggie.'

Glenn looked with a worried frown at his wife but managed to smile anyway. 'You got this.'

'Deanna was right about you,' Rick added, nodding reassuringly at Maggie.

She smiled at him before turning and following Jesus out of the room, leaving a heavy silence behind.

Milo walked to the one of the couches, taking a seat on it, staring at the ground completely lost in thought. He didn't want to fight, he didn't want to kill but he did want to protect his family, give them food and it seemed like one wasn't possible without the other.

The couch moved slightly when Quinn took a seat beside him. Her eyes were filled with worry when she looked at him and he hated that look. He wanted to wipe it from her face, to see her laughing again like she had when they sat out on the porch only an hour earlier, carefree. 

'You okay?' She asked, leaning forward so she could look at him.

He was about to tell her that he was, but he knew lying was useless. 'I don't know,' he answered truthfully. 'I just...' he shook his head, 'didn't think we'd have to fight again any time soon.'

She nodded. 'We have to protect our people,' she said, looking around the room, her eyes lingering on Daryl for a moment before finally looking back at Milo. 'It's worth it if we can keep everyone safe.'

He wanted to agree so badly, he truly did. He just didn't know if he had the energy to fight anymore, to keep squeezing the trigger and kill his soul. It was slowly draining him and he was so tired. 

Quinn reached out and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him close as she leaned her head against his. The siblings sat in the silence as they waited for Maggie to come back and tell them whether or not they were going to war. His hands were trembling and he put them in his pockets so he didn't have to see it, the nerves of having to kill again. He knew the nightmares that would follow. He had lost count of the amount of sleepless nights he had, starting all the way back in the prison and even now they still lingered. He couldn't go through it again but he knew to protect his family, he had to.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Maggie finally returned with the news that Gregory had accepted the deal. But the sun was high in the sky when they were loading the supplies into the RV. Maggie had managed to get them half of Hilltop's food and it was a lot. He couldn't bring himself to be happy about it though. Instead he loaded the baskets and bags into the RV in silence, his mind trying to catch up to the fact that their peace was once again over.

'Even Negan didn't get this much upfront,' he could hear Jesus say to Rick.

The thought put a shiver down his spine and he quickly walked on, so he couldn't hear another words that might be spoken. Just because he was going to do this, didn't mean he had to pretend to be happy about it. He climbed into the RV to place the last basket down. Surprise flashed through him when Jesus climbed inside as well.

'You're coming back with us?' He couldn't help but ask.

'You still have my knives,' Jesus replied, a small smile lingering on his face.

Milo nodded, not able to bring himself to return the smile.

'You've fought before, right?' Jesus suddenly asked, able to sense his discomfort.

'I've been fighting for most my life,' Milo mumbled bitterly. 'We finally had some peace and now-' He cut himself off and sighed, shaking his head, wondering why he was sharing this with a stranger.

Before Jesus could reply, Glenn and Maggie climbed into the RV. Part of the deal Maggie had made was that Dr. Carson could take a look at the health of their baby and judging by their glowing faces, all was well.

Milo pushed his bitter behaviour aside and sat down next to them. 'So, everything's okay?'

'Look for yourself,' Glenn said proudly, handing Milo a picture of the ultrasound.

He took it in his hands and a smile broke through on his face, a real smile. His heart jumped at the sight of the evidence of the little life he was holding in his hands. He didn't think he'd ever get to see something like this again but here it was, the evidence in his blood stained hands. And suddenly it felt wrong to hold something so precious in hands that far from deserved it. His smile faltered a bit but he was pulled out of his thoughts by the others entering the RV and Rick sitting down behind the wheel. The man Milo had fought, who he now learned was called Andy, was seated in the passengerseat. They brought him along because apparently he was the only one who had ever been to Negan's compound. Quickly he looked away from the man, not wanting to think about the coming fight just yet.

As the RV made its way back on the road, his sister suddenly noticed the photo of the ultrasound, still clutched tightly in Milo's hands. 'What's that?' She questioned.

With a small smile he handed it to his sister and watched as her eyes widened and a grin appeared on her face. She looked up at Glenn and Maggie, who were both beaming brightly. 'Would you look at that,' she mumbled, her eyes shining with joy, 'a little Rhee.'

Daryl leaned over to look at the picture as well. He didn't exactly smile, but something softened in his face that made him look years younger. And as Milo watched the picture being passed around he realised that this was why they had to fight. To protect the future of this little baby and all the other children in Alexandria, born or unborn. They were the future and he would do anything to protect that future. What other option did he have?

A U T H O R 'S  N O T E

Milo my poor, poor baby. All he wants is to live his life in peace and now he has to fight again. I feel so bad for what's coming...The name Negan has officially dropped and damn this is going to hurt. I'm very excited to share my ideas with you guys but I can't promise it's going to be completely painless.

I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter! I really love writing Daryl and Quinn's relationship from Milo's point of view. It's just way too much fun. Also those scenes between Jesus and Milo were so fun to write. These two won't be as much of a slow burn as Quinn and Daryl but...no more spoilers, you're just going to have to wait and see. :)

I wanted to say thanks for al the lovely comments you guys have left on last chapter. Your support means the world to me. I appreciate each and everyone of you so so so much!!!

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xx Nelly