`Don't you want me baby ~ ONZ

[Jax Kemen Ramiro]

Jax turned the coffee cup between his hands around thoughtfully. It had been several weeks since Brooke had walked into his practice with Echo, and since he’d decided to propose to Raquel. Truly, for all intents and purposes he had asked her out that night in order to propose. He’d even gone ring shopping that afternoon, but…well, he just hadn’t really known where to start. Sure, he had a silver tongue when he wanted to, but being charming was an awful lot easier when you didn’t have to worry about whether or not your audience was going to stab you with a steak knife if you said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Which, by the way, was totally something Raquel would do to him if he didn’t get it right. God, it was tempting to just text her and ask…but that would not only result in him getting stabbed, it would result in him being very dead very quickly. He was staring at the ring box in front of him on the breakfast bar, cursing its very existence. Seriously, why did they not just live in one of those places where if you jumped over a broomstick with somebody you were married? Not that Raquel would be too pleased either if he began waving a broomstick at her like a coffee-crazed maniac. Cue the shotgun? Probably.

Not something he’d want to explain to the nurse, or even to God. Whoever he ended up meeting first after Raquel had shot him. Probably God, because Raquel was worryingly good with a gun. Talk about a daddy’s little girl, her father didn’t even have to worry about coming after Jax now if he broke Raquel’s heart again, because they both knew full well that if he did she’d move heaven and hell to get a chance to shoot him in the kneecaps. Or the back. Or the head. Or all three, probably. Yes, yes people would call him overly cautious and a total pansy for being a little scared, okay petrified, of his future wife, but Raquel was just…scary. He wasn’t afraid of the female sex in the slightest, or he hadn’t been until he’d finally gotten Raquel to go out with him and suddenly discovered the fact that she was not one of those pretty little mindless one-nighters he’d tended to have. And he loved that about her, he really did – just not when he had to do something important like ask her to marry him.

He heard the front door open, and knowing it could only be Raquel he immediately shoved the ring back into his pocket. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea and think that he hadn’t talked to her much recently because he was cheating and trying to decide how to let her down slowly or something. Jax still reckoned his girlfriend knew that he didn’t have the courage or the stupidity to cheat on her though, so he was probably safe there. The Spaniard looked up as she walked in, and all the insecurities he had about proposing came straight back. What if she said no? It was possible, given the three-year long disappearing act he’d done recently. She might not want to marry him after that. And he still might get shot for a bad proposal. Still though, he’d missed her in the couple of days he hadn’t seen her. He grinned as she got closer, reaching across and pulling her over to him.

”Missed you, hon. Where on earth have you been?”

So they both knew it was his fault, but seeing as she was probably going to freak out at him anyway, he figured he may as well condemn himself even more while he was at it. God knew he’d probably spend the entire day in bed with her now as an apology…not that that was anywhere near as bad as he’d just made it sound. At all. Really.

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[Raquel Faye Chevalier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #b28abe solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i had sworn to myself that Raquel smiled slightly as she drove home from the stud farm that belonged to her father. The fact that the broodmares had foaled a few months ago had made the visit a whole lot more worthwhile, seeing that there were fuzzy, leggy foals all over the place, and had made it a whole lot harder to leave the place. She hadn’t told Jax where she was going, so she knew that she would have had to head home at some point. The whole reason for her visit had been to tell her father about Jax, and needless to say, after the last incident, her father wasn’t too thrilled to hear that they were back together. She had maybe even seen her father’s hand twitch towards his shotgun, but that could have been her imagination as well. Rocky, the pup that she had adopted a few weeks ago had also taken to being in a safe environment, and was definitely going to make a larger dog, seeing that he was already taking up most of the front seat. Zenith Stud Farm wasn’t far out of town, and it didn’t take long before she was pulling up in front of the house. To be honest, she had actually been hoping that she would be telling her father that they were engaged, and that dinner he had arranged would have been the right time for that to happen, but she wasn’t going to be rushing Jax into something like marriage. Heck, he had fled when he thought things were too serious between the two of them, so Raquel was wary of pushing him. Clipping on Rocky’s lead, she helped the dog out and then went to get her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She had seen Jax’s car in the driveway, and knew that she wouldn’t have to hunt for her keys. Setting Rocky free in the fenced yard, she stepped into the house and was surprised to see some order in the house. Taking off her trainers, she padded to the kitchen, smiling when she saw Jax, walking to him and kissing the top of his head. I had the sudden urge to go visit dad, so I went to spend a few days with him. He gets lonely in that big house, and horses aren’t always the best company, she said, kissing him softly, perching lightly on his knee. I’m glad to year that you missed me, she purred into his ear, grinning mischievously. She knew that the makeup sex was a lot better when it came to Jax, and she knew that they wouldn’t be going outside anytime soon. Not that Raquel was complaining. She loved Jax, and he really knew how to satisfy her. Which made him a keeper. i'm content with loneliness tagged Nem/Jax words 462 muse Heartland notes -flops- credits irish & paramore! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Jax Kemen Ramiro]

Jax didn’t particularly like Raquel’s father, but he was fairly certain that was a mutual feeling. Mainly because Brogan made his shotgun very obvious every time Jax went to visit and the Spaniard didn’t really take too well to such. That said, he was also pretty terrified of the guy, and he tried not to put himself in close proximity to him very often, if at all. Of course, Raquel found it hilarious and thought that dragging him to see her father on a regular basis was highly amusing, much to his annoyance. Not having much of a relationship with his own father, he found it hard to relate to Brogan and the close relationship he had with Raquel. That aside, the man would never forgive him for disappearing for three years no matter what he did to make it up to his daughter.

So all in all, every time Brogan’s name came up in conversation, Jax died a little inside. Which meant that when Raquel came breezing into the kitchen looking more calm and relaxed than she had in ages, he knew precisely what she was going to say and he dreaded it, because he hadn’t missed the subtle hints towards marriage that she’d been making since he’d taken her out to dinner that time, which inevitably meant Brogan would know and he knew perfectly well that Brogan would know he was just stalling rather than missing the gentle nudges accidentally. In short – he’d better get down on one knee pretty damn soon or Brogan would make him by shooting him in the kneecaps.

So she had been at her father’s. Oh, how utterly lovely. He knew she probably heard the strangled noise he made in response, supposed to be an attempt at a vaguely interested response, but he was more concerned with what physical state he might be in next week at this rate. He shifted a little as Raquel sprawled herself on his lap, his thoughts diverting to the ring box in his pocket. For Raquel to find it now would be an intensely awkward experience he didn’t think he had much chance of living through, and for once he’d really rather it if she didn’t sit on his lap…not that he could kick her off without getting grilled about why.

Said thoughts may or may not have diverted elsewhere again when she started purring in his ear like that, but engagement ring boxes weren’t something easily rid of. And knowing Raquel, she’d find it in a split second if her hands started wandering. Which they did. Oh, he knew where this was going, and for once he’d really prefer to keep his clothes on – which was entirely unlike him, he knew. ”Uh, Raquel – I know you’ve missed me and all but you really don’t want to be doing that…”

[Raquel Faye Chevalier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #b28abe solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i had sworn to myself that Raquel pulled away immediately when she heard Jax's words, not used to being refused. It stung a little, but she looked at him curiously, almost questioning his sanity. There were few things as obvious to her as the dislike between her father and Jax. The two had never really gotten along, even when she had first started going out with him, and the hatred had just increased when Jax had left, and then it just reached it's limit when Raquel had found out she was pregnant. Brogan had insisted that Jax needed no part of their lives, and to an extent, Raquel agreed, but when their daughter had been born a still born, Raquel knew she wanted no one else but Jax. Moving off his lap, she went to go make herself a cup of coffee, keeping her back turned on him for a moment as all the possibilities raced through her mind. What if there was someone else, someone that he preferred more to her, someone that he might love more than he loved her? She had always loved him, she knew that there was no one better for her than Jax, but there was always the nagging doubt. To Raquel, she wanted nothing more than the proposal, but what if he was just finding a way of telling her that he didn't want to be with her. Oh God, I'm insecure, was the only thought that remained behind, and she cringed slightly. Finishing making her coffee, stronger than usual, she turned back around to face him, sipping at it slowly, her blue eyes studying the male perfection that she called her boyfriend. I'm going talk to Beth about buying her one stallion, she said, bringing up the subject before Jax found out about it somewhere else. With Deli confirmed in foal, I'll need a competition horse, and I'm still working on a relationship with Sonata, Raquel explained, hoping that he would understand, which he probably wouldn't. He had brought her a mare that cost three times as much as the grey stallion she was interested in, with some of the best bloodlines in Spain, but if it worked out, then she would have three main competition horses, which was good enough for her. i'm content with loneliness tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & paramore! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Jax Kemen Ramiro]

There was an internal sigh of relief as his girlfriend slid off his lap, no questions asked. He didn’t however, miss the scrutiny she gave him after, and the Spaniard instantly became transfixed by the coffee cup in front of him. He knew that if he looked her in the eye now, she’d worm the reason why out of him instantly, and that wouldn’t be good. He wondered if he could blame it on the fact mentioning Brogan’s name before trying to seduce him was a big enough turn off that he’d felt the need to kick Raquel off. It probably wouldn’t work, but it might keep her from bludgeoning him to death instead. Jax closed his eyes briefly as his girlfriend turned around to make herself some coffee too, knowing that he’d hurt her by saying no. He didn’t really know what else to do, when it was quite clear he wasn’t emotionally mature enough to be proposing to anyone if he couldn’t figure out how to talk to someone about anything beyond just dating.

Seriously, they hadn’t even talked about marriage. Or kids, or any of the stuff that came after dating that suddenly made life a lot more serious. Jax really, honestly wanted to commit to Raquel, he did, but he had no idea where to even start with it and how to place that kind of trust in somebody after watching his parents’ marriage fall to pieces. With dating, if things went wrong, you just broke up and walked away. It hurt for sure, but it was something somebody usually managed to get over. But if something went wrong when you were married, it was divorce papers and settlements and court hearings and technical stuff. You couldn’t just call it quits and try to move on with your life; they’d made the process as drawn-out as they could to see how much pain and money they could bleed out of you, he swore.

Jax’s dark eyes met Raquel’s own blue ones when she started talking about buying another stallion. Sure, it was annoying, but he still felt bad about saying no to her and so, other than a single extra-large gulp of coffee to keep him quiet long enough not to start an argument, Jax didn’t respond to the statement for a few minutes other than to curse the fact he’d burnt his tongue. Eventually, still staring into his coffee as he stirred it, there was actual verbal recognition to what she’d said.

”Just as long as you’re paying for it and not me.”

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[Raquel Faye Chevalier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #b28abe solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i had sworn to myself that Raquel stared at Jax over the rim of her coffee mug as she sipped from it. He was as much a mystery to her as the day they first met, and though she found it an extreme turn on, she just wished that she could understand him. At least just a little bit. It would definitely help when they were talking, instead of him storming off when she said something wrong, or vice versa. Things were what people would call complicated, especially with their headstrong personalities clashing all the time. They bickered, and then there were the really big arguments, but for some reason neither of them wanted out. Granted, he had made it quite clear how he felt when he left for three years, doing God knows what, or who, in Spain. She wanted to be pregnant again. Her happiest time had been during the nine months that she had carried their child, knowing that even if she never saw Jax again, she would at least have a part of him with her. Then, it all came to nought when their daughter was stillborn. Raquel had never known such pain before, such loss, as looking at their daughter, cold in her arms and so perfectly formed. The funeral had been small, just her and her father and a few close friends, but the pain never really went away. Raquel always carried it with her, the numb ache in her heart, that still raw and non-healed part of her. Of course I’m going to pay for Bourne. Who did you think? she asked, placing down her mug. Truth was, she was pretty set in buying Bourne. The stallion had some real talent, and she had seen him perform under saddle. He was well worth the sixty five thousand dollars that she would have to fork out for him if she did end up buying him. Besides, you just bought yourself new horses, why shouldn’t I be allowed one? she asked, somewhat defensively. i'm content with loneliness tagged Nem words 332 muse muse notes notes credits irish & paramore! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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