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“Queen Anne?”
I give her a nod and a big grin, “1898.”
“Oh wow. I love Queen Anne’s.” When I open the door she gasps and her eyes widen in happy delight. “Oh, you kept the original molding on the staircase. A lot of people fuck it up and change it. Not that, um, you would fuck it up if you wanted to change it of course because it’s not my house so I should keep my opinion to myself.”
She pulls herself back like she’s recalling where she’s at finally and I don’t like it. “For the next couple of weeks, it’s your house too. Would you like a tour?”
“Yes, are you kidding? I would love to see the rest of it.”
I show her the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen, which seems to get a lot of her ohhs and ahhs, especially the solarium on the back of the kitchen. Once we finish going through those rooms, I finally lead her to the room in the back I have made my bedroom. Once I have all the rooms upstairs the way I want them I’ll move my bedroom up there and make this an office or a den maybe.
“The library is across the hall from the bedroom but sadly it’s a little bare.” I open the door and let her peek in. Two of the shelves are full of books but the others are empty just waiting for more.
She giggles a little, “I probably have enough books to fill at least half of them. I have books at my mom's still and just recently found out how freakin’ heavy boxes of books can be when I packed my favorites to take to my apartment.”
She gets a pained look on her face and turns away. “Guess I don’t have those anymore, huh?”
“You can buy them all back. Nothing is really lost as long as you’re still here to get it back. The thing to stay focused on is that you are all right.”
She gives me a tired, pinched smile that doesn’t reach her eyes at all, “For now anyway.”
I lead her into the bedroom and try to take her mind off her lost stuff. “We have to wake you up every hour or so for just a little while longer. Is your mom somewhere safe for the night?”
Maybe having her mom stay with her will make her feel a little better.
She nods, “Dad is still working out of state so she went to stay with him for a few days until he can come back with her to keep her safe.”
“Where is Brownie?” I mention her puppy.
“I have a friend watching him for me for a little while.”
Interesting. I make a mental note to investigate this ‘friend’ a little better but don’t do anything to give myself away.
“You know you can bring him here, right.” I know if she brings Brownie, she won’t think about everything that she’s lost so much. I have to find a way to bring that dog here.
“I’m already disrupting your life so much; I didn’t want to add an untrained puppy to it too.” She looks down at the floor before looking around the room. “Especially not on these floors and all you had to do to make them pretty again.”
“If I can do it once, I can do it again. Besides a puppy would be fun.”
I lay out a pair of boxers and a tee shirt from one of the dressers, “If you take a shower just leave the doors open so I can get to you if you fall.”
“I think…I just want to sleep.” She gives me that tired smile again. “Thanks, Gareth. Thank you for everything. I'm sure this can’t be comfortable for you, having a stranger in your home.”
“Nonsense. You’re not really a stranger.” I hand the clothes to her, and she looks down at them with long blinks and a questioning look on her face. “Your clothes are all…ruined so I picked out some of my shirts and boxers for you to wear until we can buy you new ones.”
She frowns a little as she takes the articles of clothing from me. She sways a little as she does it and even though I give her space I leave the door to the bedroom cracked. When I come back to check on her after setting reminders on my phone, I spot the boxers neatly folded on a chair in the room. She didn't wear them, but she’s got the shirt on.
“Birdie? Birdie, wake up, honey.” I push a strand of her hair away from her face and she gives me a little smile in her sleep. I rub the hair between my fingers and delight in how soft it is. “Birdie, sweetheart, you’ve got to wake up for me.”
She frowns and rolls to her back, slinging her arm out and stretching the shirt across her chest. I have a really hard time pulling my gaze away where the material of the clothing covers her sweet curves.
“You up, baby?”
“I…I don’t know.” I fight the smile this causes and keep talking to her. “Come on, baby. Sit up for me.”
She finally opens her eyes and sits but when she does the shirt is so big on her it drapes off her shoulder. It’s so big, her boob is almost about to pop out and I’m about to be looking at full-on nipple. This time if her breast pops out it won’t be covered by blue lace and I’ll have nothing but sweet flesh to look at.
“Whoa! Careful, baby.”
