Summer Rain

Summer Rain

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" Summer rain Whispers me to sleep And wakes me up again Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name To wash away the pain My summer rain". ~Carl Thomas ლ Channon Nicole Carter ლ Channon works as a housekeeper for NFL star Walker Reids, a job that pays the bills and keeps her afloat as she rebuilds her life. Cleaning the grand halls of his estate is a far cry from the struggles she's endured, but it offers stability-a chance to move forward. After losing her son, Ryot, Channon spiraled into grief, seeking comfort at the bottom of a bottle. The weight of her pain cost her everything-her job at the post office, her sense of self, and nearly the bond with her daughters, Raleigh and Raelynn. It wasn't until she found herself on the edge of losing them completely that she made the hardest but most necessary decision: to seek help. A week in rehab didn't erase the past, but it gave her a new beginning. Now, she's sober, determined, and focused on making a life for her daughters. Each day at work is another step forward, though the lavish world of professional athletes feels lightyears away from her own reality. Walker Reids, the man behind the mansion, is an enigma to her-a powerhouse on the field but reserved and almost distant at home. Their interactions are brief, polite, nothing more than employer and employee. That changes one evening when Channon, exhausted from a long shift, accidentally knocks over a glass of water in the expansive kitchen. She scrambles to clean it up, only to find Walker crouched beside her, towel in hand. "You don't have to do that," she murmurs, embarrassed. He shrugs, offering a rare, easy smile. "Neither do you. But here we are." For the first time, Channon sees past the fame-the headlines, the screaming fans-and glimpses something deeper in him. A quiet understanding, a familiarity with struggle
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Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

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