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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 the school week blew by, and in the blink of an eye — it was the morning of Barron's trial.
Winona had picked up Layla from her house and brought her back to the Peace residence so that she could get dressed and be with Warren before the trial.
Always one to wear green if possible — she opted to go with a white corset top and an emerald green pantsuit ensemble, buttoning up the bottom so as to look a bit more professional.
She wore a matching gold set of a necklace, earrings, a bracelet, and a ring. For her feet, she wore gold thin cord heeled sandals, the cords being hidden by the length of her pants.
Layla considered herself lucky — she didn't think most parents would let their daughter attend her boyfriend's father's court trial, let alone take her out shopping for an appropriate outfit that still matched her aesthetic.
But then again — most parents weren't like Lorelai Williams, so go figure.
After she was done changing, she straightened her hair and left it down, once again only applying mascara and lipgloss.
She then packed up all of her things and walked to Warren's room, knocking on the door before entering.
She put her stuff down on Warren's dresser, not having looked at him just yet.
"Okay, I really hope I don't trip and fall in these heels becau-" She stopped short as she turned around to look at Warren.
She swallowed heavily as she was met with the sight of her very much shirtless and very much muscled boyfriend.
Warren stood there clad in back dress pants and a white button-up shirt in his hands. Upon seeing Layla's shell-shocked expression, he furrowed his brows.
"What's wrong?"
Layla slowly walked up to him and raised her brows as she couldn't help but continue checking him out. "What's wrong? Oh, trust me — absolutely nothing is wrong. It's pretty perfect actually."
Warren clocked the way she was checking him out and smirked. "You little perv."
Layla shrugged, absolutely unashamed. "My boyfriend is sexy, let me live."
The pyrokinetic pulled Layla into his chest, squeezing her sides and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"Well, why don't you help your sexy boyfriend put on his tie, hm?" He said softly, taking a small step back so he could put the shirt on.
Layla watched him do it and stepped forward, helping him button the shirt up, ignoring the way she saw his Adam's apple bob softly.
She then grabbed the tie and slid it around his collar, quickly tying it properly and then using her hands to 'smooth out the shirt.'
It was ironed.
She then grabbed his jacket and helped him put it on, before taking a step back and looking Warren up and down.
"You look handsome." She smiled softly.
Warren smiled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead before grabbing his brush and sitting on the bed.
Layla followed him, sitting down behind him and holding her hand out for the brush.
"Can I do it? I really like brushing your hair."
Warren nodded. "Of course. Thanks, Hippie."
The redhead placed another kiss against his cheek and then began to brush his hair, smiling to herself when she felt the Peace boy begin to relax.
Good. She wanted him to be as calm as possible before the trial.
— 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐀, 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 Layla boarded the bus meant for family members of prisoners and sat down quietly, none of them saying anything.
The atmosphere had become a bit more tense now that they were on the way to the trial, and Layla squeezed Warren's hand softly as they stared outside the bus window.
Layla had tried to make Warren sit next to his mom so that they could lean on each other for support on the way there, but Winona had insisted that Warren sit with Layla.
So as they all settled into their seats for the long ride, Layla shot Winona a smile of encouragement, only looking away when Winona returned the gesture.
This was going to be...something.
— 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 sit away from Warren and Winona, but she was still within view of both Peaces.
She smiled at them and shot them a thumbs up, before turning and focusing on what was happening in the front.
When she saw Barron step into the courtroom, her breath hitched.
He looked eerily similar to Warren, save for his face being a bit slimmer and his skin paler — Warren clearly having gotten his coloring from Winona.
She quickly looked over to the aforementioned woman to see how she was holding up seeing her husband for the first time in years.
The brunette's strength was to be attested for, as she kept her head held high and her face straight.
Warren too, kept his face blank — and Layla took note that they were holding each other's hands.
Though neither of them were looking at her, she sent them a smile, before turning back around and focusing in on the proceedings.
She knew for sure now, that Warren and Winona were gonna be just fine.
— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 had actually been ruled much closer than anyone expected — including Barron himself, judging by the look on his face.
He was to be released next week but put on parole for the rest of his life. Compared to how much time he was facing in prison — this was the far better outcome.
When Layla regrouped with Winona and Warren, both Peaces seemed to be a little lighter.
The Williams girl grabbed each of their hands and smiled softly. "How are you guys feeling?"
Mother and son shared a look before turning back to Layla and shooting her identical smiles.
"I'm...nervous and excited to be reunited with my husband. Clearly, he's made a change for the better if he's being released — so I'm choosing to have hope." Winona answered first.
Warren went next, squeezing Layla's hand softly. "I'm happy to be getting my old man back. Not much more I can say."
Layla nodded and pulled them both into a hug. "I am so proud of you guys. You were great out there."
They hugged her back easily and Warren placed a soft kiss against her head.
Winona pulled away first and smiled at the young couple.
"C'mon, lovebirds. Let's go out for lunch to celebrate."
