Caleb knocked softly on the side door around nine. I would have missed it save for the fact that I was there making tea with honey for Ben. I only had the stove light and the fairy lights on, the house is locked up for the night otherwise, everyone having scattered to the wind. Lochlan is downstairs talking with Ben while they wait for me.
(Dalton and Duncan so graciously made dinner last evening while I burned off the end of my buzz. Once I had a full meal in me I felt like myself again. They barbecued the chicken breasts and laid them over fettuccine with spinach, garlic and tomatoes. It was amazing.)
Bridget.
My name is used. It's a peace offering. It takes me by surprise and keeps me there. Cale. I mirror his formality. It must be for an important reason.
Is Lochlan nearby?
Of course.
I didn't mean it the way you think. I meant I'd like to speak with him.
Go find him. He's down with Ben.
You sure?
Yes. I nod to the kettle I'm waiting on.
Caleb heads downstairs. I relock the side door in case he stays but before I finish organizing a tray they all come upstairs.
Caleb crosses to me, planting a hard kiss on my forehead. Sweet dreams, Neamhchiontach. He lets himself out and for a third time tonight, I lock the door. I look at Lochlan but he is poker-faced. Ben fetches the tray, gives me a kiss on the cheek in thanks and promises he'll be up with us before pumpkin-hour.
We head upstairs a little while later and I wait until the door is closed behind us.
What did he want?
Lochlan shrugs. He said he didn't plan to openly defy my wishes today, that he made an executive decision as you looked like you had a tough day. He reminded me to spoil you a bit. Make sure you don't get run down.
That's weirdly paren-
Parental? I know. That's all I worry about with you sometimes and he thinks I need reminders?
He's trying to keep you on the same page.
Jesus, Bridge. He isn't even reading the same book. His is horror. Ours is an epic love story.
Can't believe that just flew out of your mouth like that. Unscripted. I wasn't even sitting down.
He smiles and says nothing.
It was horror though. We've since had an exorcism.
Who was cast out?
Cole.
He nods. I'm trying to give you this but it's hard.
(Dalton and Duncan so graciously made dinner last evening while I burned off the end of my buzz. Once I had a full meal in me I felt like myself again. They barbecued the chicken breasts and laid them over fettuccine with spinach, garlic and tomatoes. It was amazing.)
Bridget.
My name is used. It's a peace offering. It takes me by surprise and keeps me there. Cale. I mirror his formality. It must be for an important reason.
Is Lochlan nearby?
Of course.
I didn't mean it the way you think. I meant I'd like to speak with him.
Go find him. He's down with Ben.
You sure?
Yes. I nod to the kettle I'm waiting on.
Caleb heads downstairs. I relock the side door in case he stays but before I finish organizing a tray they all come upstairs.
Caleb crosses to me, planting a hard kiss on my forehead. Sweet dreams, Neamhchiontach. He lets himself out and for a third time tonight, I lock the door. I look at Lochlan but he is poker-faced. Ben fetches the tray, gives me a kiss on the cheek in thanks and promises he'll be up with us before pumpkin-hour.
We head upstairs a little while later and I wait until the door is closed behind us.
What did he want?
Lochlan shrugs. He said he didn't plan to openly defy my wishes today, that he made an executive decision as you looked like you had a tough day. He reminded me to spoil you a bit. Make sure you don't get run down.
That's weirdly paren-
Parental? I know. That's all I worry about with you sometimes and he thinks I need reminders?
He's trying to keep you on the same page.
Jesus, Bridge. He isn't even reading the same book. His is horror. Ours is an epic love story.
Can't believe that just flew out of your mouth like that. Unscripted. I wasn't even sitting down.
He smiles and says nothing.
It was horror though. We've since had an exorcism.
Who was cast out?
Cole.
He nods. I'm trying to give you this but it's hard.