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It’s not where you come from, it’s where you belong.
The tires squealed as the car came to a stop. Trinity could feel her heartbeat get quicker. It wasn’t her first time in a foster home, but every time brought the feeling of walking into a viper's den.
Or: Trinity moves into a new foster home, the two dads: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch and Jack Abbot.
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She looks at Baran’s mouth. She could kiss her, she thinks.
‘Trinity,’ Baran says, voice low and edged with warning.
‘What?’ She looks straight at Baran, smirks a little.
‘What are you doing?’ She tilts her head, bores straight into Trinity’s eyes.
Trinity’s heart drops deliciously. Baran’s eyes glint and her voice is so honeyed and she’s looking at her like fucking that and of course Trinity is gonna fucking say something. Trinity isn’t even really flirting with her, not yet.
‘’M not doing anything,’ she mumbles. She leans a little closer.
Baran smirks. ‘Trinity.’
‘What?’ she repeats. She’s smiling. She could kiss her.
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Baran starts fucking the nanny, and things get complicated.
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Baran has no one to watch after her son while she works a double shift, Trinity offers.
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Trinity Santos just had the worst day in the Pitt since the actual MCI, now she has a med student hiding out from her Mom, a situationship exploding in her face, an attending with wandering fingertips, and is putting herself through Olympic level mental gymnastics to avoid calling her therapist.
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Trinity Santos is in a bad way, whoops. Time to figure it out baby girl.
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Three years after losing her wife, Baran starts over:
New city, new job, and even a few new friends.There's also... somone else new. If she can let her in.
or: Widow Baran falls head over heels for her son's kindergarten teacher. If only they both didn't have baggage.