ᎻᎬᎪᎡᎢᏚᎢᎡᏆNᏀᏚ (tanqela&YummyBiscuits)

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YummyBiscuits

✝ High ✝ Clark ✝

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High looked sweetly over to his woman, as the baby was brought towards them. Phoebe gently grasped the baby. He could tell from the look in her eyes that this was the one thing she wanted. To hold this baby, the binding chain between the Rockstar and the Devoted Fan. High's eyes looked over the picture between them. She held the baby gently, crooning towards it.

High's heart melted completely, right then. He didn't know it yet, but looking back years later, he would tell people that's when it had finally changed. The Heart of Ice was melted, and the inner core of emotion was released. High felt another tear form on his cheek, and he wiped it away gently. He was so happy. Happier than anything else. When High had been told that String Me Along's first album went platinum, he sat impassively, drugs numbing him just as his heart was frozen. When String Me Along was invited to tour with other bands, bands high had listened to through his teenage years, he had only smirked lightly. Now, Tears spilled freely from his eyes, as High positively beamed. His teeth were still perfect.

High looked at their child. His baby, his first born son. The child had traits of both of them. High's chin and nose, the piercing blue yes, and the blue head. He had Phoebe's cheekbones, the soft curve of her lips, and a slightly downturned eyelid. This was their baby, and High knew it would be more attractive than even he was. Even if other people didn't think so, this child was the most beautiful thing in the world.

High looked to Phoebe, sweaty and tired. She was beautiful, as beautiful as High himself was. She glowed with a beauty he had never seen before. She was perfection, and in his eyes, always would be. She asked what to name the child, as she pulled it's body up to stare High in the face. High bent down, and brought his lips gently to the baby's forehead. He smiled at the child, and it smiled back, before letting it's eyes drop closed. " Anthony. He will be named Anthony. " High whispered to Phoebe, looking over to her. He smiled again, before leaning to PPhoebe, and kissing her again. It was beautiful, he felt a deep connection with her that transversed more than love. It was purity.

High moved Phoebe over slightly, giving him room on the bed. He climbed up gently, hearing it creak underneath his added weight. He settled, and knew it would be safe. Smiling still, lightly this time, he lifted Phoebe up, and put his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close, before putting his free arm across her belly, where he gently rubbed Anthony's soft head.

This is where he wanted to be forever. Holding Phoebe and Anthony, cuddling gently with them. He could lay like this forever, through all of time. Simply holding them in his arms, feeling the warmth from their bodies. High pulled them closer, trying to show the care he now had. To help them understand. He loved them both.

" Phoebe. " High whispered. " Will you marry me? "

 

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Time Skip

High's plea for marriage was rejected, sadly. It almost broke the now emotional man, but he kept on with Phoebe. Their relationship kept getting better.

High's label dropped String Me Along after the band broke up. The other guy's didn't like this new High, and when they tried to replace him, the band lost nearly all of it's followers. With the band broken up, High turned to a new business. He made his own label.

Phoebe went to college, High helping to pay her way. He wanted her to stay at home, relax in a life of luxury few others could experience. She wanted to be a stylist though, feeling her reclusive shell was broken, and now she could be as glamorous as she desired.

They were so happy together. They had wonderful time together. Before you knew it, Phoebe was pregnant again. Another child was ready to join the family. The two were more than elated.

Disaster struck, and the child died during birth.They were crushed, but moved on.

It's been five years, by this point. High's label has become more than famous, and Little Anthony is near the age of entering school. Another child is on the way. what could happen next?

 

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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★

"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"

Now twenty four years old, Phoebe was a changed woman. Her old wall flower persona was quickly discarded into the abyss many refer to as limbo. The woman came out of her shell after highschool ended. It seemed the public contumely she faced before was nothing more than a mere story now. Her fifteen minutes of fame ended, and she returned to her life; however, with a new addition, her boyfriend High. Although, Phoebe rejected the idea of marrying High, she was willing to live with him. Why did she turn down the man? She felt as if she wasn't ready for marriage, and neither was he. While he showed more emotion that very day, that only proved that he was quite unstable. He was sorting out his old feelings, and making new ones. Phoebe loves High, as much as he loved her, but marriage wasn't for them then. High hesitantly accepted the idea.

The two, with their ever burning love, lived together in a wonderful house in the suburbs of New York. It was a lavish house, and High spared no expense when it came to his family. The ex-rockstar purchased a two story house and fashioned it to what he heard Phoebe wanted. Four bedrooms: one for the couple, another for their son, and another for High's work station. It was like a dream come true, like Barbie's dream house. The couple's room contained a grand walk-in closet, which held a variety of clothes from a plethora of brands and labels, for both he and Phoebe. High spoiled his woman, who kindly remained humble even in their current situation.

Anthony, their five year old ball of energy, resembled his father. His blonde head of hair, and sparkling sapphire colored eyes were the exact reflection of his father's. Anthony was spoiled by both parents, and was surrounded by love. He was what made their world go around. Their miracle baby. The one who brought the two together. Although he was spoiled, the little boy didn't act like it, much to other parents' surprise. The boy gained his mother's personality to some degree, many said.

The boy was not their only child. There was supposed to be another baby a year after Anthony was born; however, due to disastrous circumstance, Phoebe lost the child. The two were devastated, Pheebs was stricken with grief for the longest time, until High convinced her that it would be alright. They would try again. A sibling for Anthony. Another bundle of joy for the two.

"Anthony! You need to tie your shoes or you'll trip!" Phoebe exclaimed, rubbing her once again pregnant belly. The dame took her role as mother very seriously. Her first child was an example of her motherly testament.

The child bent down in front of her, his blonde curls bobbing with his head as he chanted his little saying. "Bunny goes in the hole...out the-- Mommy, I forgot." He looked up to his brunette mother, who was dressed in her white sundress. Phoebe literally changed for the better: her long, brown hair was worn in a low lying pony tail, starting at the nape her neck, her makeup was much more sophisticated than before, not as noticeable, and made her natural beauty stand out. She changed in adulthood, so much so that some of the dads in their neighborhood developed a slight crush on the woman, much to High's dismay.

"Mommy will do it, okay?" Phoebe tried to bend down, but found it hard to do with her protruding stomach in the way. "Actually, baby, can you get Daddy to do it?" She patted his head, and he nodded, yelling Daddy down the hall.

They were a happy, simple family, awaiting the first day of school for their first child. Like a normal family.

 

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YummyBiscuits

✝ High ✝ Clark ✝

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High tapped the bud in his ear, ending the call he had been busy with. So early in the morning, and he was already working. Janet, his old manager, had been on the line. All work, and s**t like that. When High had began his slow metamorphosis, the band had taken a nose dive. They dropped High straight off. He was to emotional now, he had changed. The dirty bastards had said he wasn't String Me Along material. He was the one who had the idea for a band in the first place! High got his satisfaction though. The band broke apart later, as the fan's devoted to High stopped listening to the music as a form of rebellion. His name was still well known, so he started a producing label. It was hard at first. High had to dip into the well of savings his music career had created, something he had planned on building up to be able to give the family the best time of their life. That hardship fell apart sooner or later, and now they lived in luxury. High was rich as ********. HE could afford a better house, but he liked it here to much. So most of the money went to charity.

High heard his name called. Little Anthony's voice was calling for him. " Daddy! Daddyyyyy! " The little child shrieked. It was adorable. Anthony Clark, his child. The kid looked like him, from the blond hair, to the icy blue eyes. So ******** cute. High couldn't wait until the kid got into his girl days.

High pushed himself up from his seat, and pulled the small bud from his ear. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, forcing himself to perk up. " I'm coming, Kiddo! " High shouted back down the hallway. He turned, pulling on a clean white V-Neck. There were various necklaces around his throat, bracelets around his wrists, and a few random tattoo's that now peeked out of the sleeves of his shirt. high began the trek to the door.

He walked out into the bright morning sunshine. Phoebe looked amazing. She no longer wore bright colored makeup. It was more along the lines of earthy colors, showing the real beauty this woman had. She looked amazing, a perfect partner for him. High looked slowly over to Anthony, who was bent over trying to tie his shoe. He wasn't the smartest kid, but he would be sooner or later. " Need help with your shoes little man? I'll spot ya'. " High said, with a giggle. High bent down, and set to work. " See, ya' put the loop around, and then through. The Rabbit goes in his little hole, remember? " high chuckled, and rubbed the kid's head. " Thank you Daddy! I love you! " Anthony almost shouted, before hopping up, and wrapping his arms around High's neck. High wrapped his arms around his kid, and pulled him close. This was really what he lived for.

 

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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★

"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"

Phoebe couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the two men in her life, and the soon to be addition to their growing family. The two still liked being surprised with the gender of their child. It was more fun that way, and that's how they wanted.

"High, you missed breakfast again." The woman walked over to her man and planted a kiss on his cheek once he stood up. A sigh left her lips, as she placed a hand on her belly. "Stop flirting with my aunt, okay," Phoebe joked, "You have me for that." The two were more open about their relationship to each other, not that it just happened either, it took a while for Pheebs to get a grip on her new life. She was so used to being silent with High that it affected their life earlier in the years. It was an awkward transition that she had to get used to, afterall, she lived with the man, along with the fact that she was pregnant for the third time with his child. Those weren't things she could easily wave away.

"You excited, Anthony?" She looked down at her neglected child, who pulled on the hem of her dress for attention. He had the same tendency as his father to pull on clothing to get her attention, but to a lesser degree than High, obviously. "I got my backpack ready yesterday!" The child stated proudly, running to his room to get his backpack and back to his parents. "I have candy. So I can make friends. Daddy told me so." He nodded in a justified way.

Pheebs gave another laugh. Their child was too naive. Too cute. Too everything. She would seriously give him the world if he wanted it, and she would serve it to him on a silver platter. Never did Phoebe believe that she could be a great mother, but raising her five year old son to be as adorable and good natured as he is, she was a damn good mommy.

"Come on, baby. We have to go. You have to catch the bus." Phoebe held out her hand for the child, which he gladly took. Anthony looked at his Daddy, as if he was scared High would be left alone in the house. "Daddy's coming too, silly goose." The woman added, sensing her child's distress. "Right, Daddy?" She took High's hand in hers, and interlocked their fingers together.

"I want Daddy to carry me!" The child commanded.

 

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YummyBiscuits

✝ High ✝ Clark ✝

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High released Anthony reluctantly. He loved the kid so much, it was unreal. The one thing that had brought couple together. High couldn't imagine not being here now. If he was still with the band, what could have happened? He probably would have died by now. The horrid drinking problem, the drug use, the sex, he would have died! High was happy enough to call himself sober. Like any man, he drank every now and then, rarely got drunk. Drugs were completely out of the question. He was a better man for these two. High really owed them his life.

High chuckled as he straightened up, and Phoebe kissed him. " Yeah yeah. I gotta stop with those workplace relationships. They ruin my personal life. " High chided back to Phoebe. She made him so happy. Happy to be alive, happy to simply enjoy her. Their relationship was amazing, you could say. There was one thing left, though. They weren't married. " Go ahead and grab that junk! " High said, smiling towards the kid. As he ran away, High pulled Phoebe close.

He felt the curve of her belly, the warmth it gave off. There was another child growing in there. Another bundle of joy, another bundle of energy. He couldn't wait to see the kid, it's beauty. Hopefully, it would look more like Phoebe this time around. She was so beautiful, so amazing. High pulled her closer, and kissed her gently. Their lips met in a clasp of passion, and High felt the love between them. He broke the kiss, and set his forehead against hers. He wanted to enjoy this moment, while little Atnthony was running his way through the house. With his little legs, the had a minute or two. " Pheebs, I love you. " He said with a smile.

Anthony came running up, and high released Phoebe. He dropped his hand to her butt, and grabbed a handful. He chuckled at her reaction, before they had to start going.

High looked to Anthony, who whined about wanting to be carried by daddy. High smiled. It was so cute. But he couldn't do that s**t. High got on his knees, and grasped Anthony gently by the shoulders, and made him face High directly. " Hey man. Daddy can't carry you now. You're a man now, and you gotta walk on your own. " High offered a reassuring smile. " After all, ya' can't let the girls see you being carried. You gotta be a pimp. " anthony looked concerned, sad at first. The idea of being a man was foreign to a kid. Being grown up, and making his own decisions. But when High said girls, Anthony giggled his little laugh. " Girls are icky daddy. I don't know why you kiss mommy so much. " Anthony giggled again, and looked at Phoebe, before running off ahead of them.

High chuckled to himself, before standing up again. He wrapped an arm around Phoebe, and they started walking again. He pulled her close, reassuring them both. Anthony was going to have so much fun at school. They walked as fast as Anthony did, letting him walk proudly by himself. He stared back every few seconds, making sure his parents were still with him.

A few minutes later, Anthony got on the bus. He looked nervous, but at the same time, happy to be on his own. High watched with a smile on his face as the bus pulled away. Look at the kid. He was growing up, and so fast. High was more than proud, more than happy. His kid was becoming a man. High looked to Phoebe. She was smiling to, and she was proud. Just like he was. They were sharing this moment, the moment of their child.

High turned to Phoebe, as the bus disappeared into the distance. He hugged her lightly, pulling her close yet again. With the new emotion thing, High was more than ready to show it. It was a problem sometimes, when he tried to get into Phoebe in the middle of somewhere public. " I wanna know something babe. We've been through a lot. We hated each other. Now we love each other. It's totally badass what this kid did for us. " High smiled, almost embarrassed. " I just wanna know one thing. " High let the girl go, and dropped onto one knee. For all of the time's he had asked, each time he said no. Phoebe and high weren't ready for it, even if he thought they were. But he had a feeling. High reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. " Phoebe, will ya' marry me? "

 

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★ ᎵᏂᎤҽᏏҽ ᏤᎺᏝҽᏁᎿᎥᏁҽ ★

"This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We all stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen"

Bye, bye, baby." Anthony gave his Mommy's stomach a kiss, as well as his parents, before he boarded the bus. They were the family that many dreamed of being a part of, being related to, and being loved by. They were the picturesque portrait family, with its good looking relatives, and such. Not that they were perfection, the family suffered its own ups and downs, especially the the parents. The relatively old news that surrounded the two still roamed, and was still present in the hearts of those who took place in the events proceeding Phoebe's pregnancy at the time. The two were hardly the people to be that year, but once Anthony was born, everything transformed for the better. It was all really Anthony's doing that brought the couple together. Like a God sent angel, he held a wonderfully firm grip on his parents' hearts. To tug on their heartstrings whenever they wavered from their path with each other. That was their child.

Phoebe's eyes were wet with forming tears, the droplets cascading down her cheek, as she watched the bus, which held her child, leave from its stop. It was an amazing feeling to feel, another stepping stone in Anthony's life was achieved. Next thing they know, their little boy would be a young man strutting down the auditorium stage, and presented his high school graduation diploma. Phoebe wanted to be the mother that she wished her own mother was. And, if this was one of the feelings associated with motherhood, then Pheebs was damn well proud to feel it. With reluctance, she wiped her tears away. She missed him already.

She could feel High's warmth surround her, as he pulled her into his arms. Phoebe gladly let herself be enveloped by his love. God, he was seriously a changed man. If someone looked at the High now, and compared it to the High before, they wouldn't believe it was the same person, save the physical characteristics. This High was happier, and more content with life. It seemed as if he found his calling. He was supposed to be the father of her children, and that was that. He took kindly to his role, being how fathers should be.

"High--" Phoebe's thought was interrupted by High's abrupt shift, away from her. He let her go, and she quickly felt the warmth slip away. What was going on? The woman found her man, kneeling on the ground with one knee, and in his outstretched hand a burgundy colored, velvet box rested on his palm. In the middle of the box, a ring with an artistically cut diamond peaked out from the middle of a pristine golden band. "Baby... You can't seriously..." Her eyes started manufacturing the tears once more. Oh god, it was seriously happening.

High Clark was proposing to Phoebe Valentine in the middle of a somewhat busy street. They were attracting attention again. Oh my god. But, this was High, the only man in her life with whom she was so eager to give her body, her heart, and her soul to. They have already waited so long for their relationship to progress as far as it did, and Phoebe knew that she couldn't love the man more than she already did. This was inevitable

"Yes. I will." In the spur of the moment, Phoebe threw herself at him. My god, she was in love. Even with her misfortune in previous years, nothing could stop them now.

"I love you, High. I really do." She whispered, locking her gaze with his piercing blue eyes. Just then, Pheebs did the unthinkable. She initiated their kiss for the first time in their five year courtship. Phoebe didn't kiss with the flaming, hot intensity that her lover did, but, she let her feelings flow into their kiss nonetheless. Her arms wrapped around his neck. A passionate liplock was a usual thing with the two.

She never wanted to be apart from this man. Ever.

"So, we have the house to ourselves until three today." Phoebe brought up. Oh my, her boldness was showing.

 

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and 'tis done