This chapter got me craving cookies...
“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Love.” Her voice was soft, laced with a bit of cautious curiosity. She took my hand, but there was something almost reverential in the way she did it as if she understood...just by looking at me...that my role in Sebastian’s recovery had been far more than just helping him with a recipe. "My son, Christian told me about you. Honestly, I had my doubts but now... seeing all of this... I have no doubt you are the best thing that could have happened to us." Christan told her about me. He told his mother about me. Me. I managed to stay clear of him for most days after I figured out his schedule, the last thing I need is to fall into temptation. A God was he tempting.“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan." I shook her hand firmly."Whatever you’re doing, Love... keep doing it. I’ve never seen him like this.” She says as she still holds my hand."Mom," Sebastian said driving her attention back to him. "Dont. Here have a cookie." He says as he moves aside letting
Christian’s POVDuring the days Love spent working for us I couldn't help but fall into the feeling that for whatever reason she was avoiding me. Coming here only after I'd left for work and go back home just before I would come back. Now that we were in the same room it was like she never allowed her body to shift my way, denaying me the fortune to gaze upon her angelic face. As my mother left the kitchen I purpesly fell behind wanting to somewhat force Love to agnolage me, but she was quick to run from me. A part of me wanted to reach out, to pull her back, to ask her what she was really thinking. But I knew better... Love was out of reach and all I could do was fantasise about her. I tried not to, but somehow it felt like I had her running through my veins clouding my better judgment. It wasn’t my style to chase after anyone, especially someone who was clearly running from me...but there was something in me that needed her to recognize me. Love... she was definitely something I want
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the three of us alone..."Love, would you mind if I asked you for a favor?" My mother rarely asked for favors, but the tone of her voice implied her urgency and my curiosity."If it's within my power, I'll gladly help." Love says without hesitation."Right now it seems you would be the only one able to do it... I would like it if you convinced Sebastian to go see the doctors again and do new tests. It's been five years since he stepped into the doctor's office and I really believe that there could be something more done for him now." I could see why my mother would ask this of her. Love had made an impact on Seb since she arrived but she wasn’t asking Love to help with some minor task."I could, yes..." Love said, her voice low and measured, as if she were carefully considering her words. "but not right now. It is too early for that now. He gave me the benefit of the doubt but that doesn't mean he trusts me enough to touch that subject with him
Love's POVOne month later..."Close your eyes," Mira says, startling me as she opens our apartment door while I am sitting on the couch studying Brail."What!" I ask my hand over my chest. "What is happening?""Just close your eyes." She insists so I put the book aside and cover my eyes with my palms. "Now keep them close until I tell you." I can hear him moving, closing the door. Footsteps creak over our old floors. Ever since I started helping Sebastian I feel like I have heightened my senses as well. To even out the field as much as I could sometimes I would close my eyes to be blind with him."Ok..." Mira says as she sits down on the couch and an unusual smell hits my nose. "Open them." She says and I open my eyes to the most adorable puppy I have ever seen, all scared, wet, looking up at me with big brown eyes. His fur is matted and damp from the rain, and his fur is a mix of golden brown."Mira, what did you do? You know our landlord forbids us to have pets. Just because we paid
Christian's POVI sat in my office yet I wasn't going through documents, rewieveing contracts, supervising the new collection... What would even be the point of reading all that when I can't focus on a single word... my mind is occupied with her... Love.How the hell did she do this to me?I’ve built this empire that my father left us on precision, on structure, on keeping everything in its place. I made it into something even bigger than he ever imagined it could be. Dad might have started the idea with the money from our other companies but I polished it to have the shine it has today. But with her, it feels like all my carefully constructed walls are crumbling...like I’m standing on the edge of something I can’t predict, can’t control, and it terrifies me.And yet… I don't want to fight it.I clenched my jaw and stood up abruptly, pushing the chair back with a groan of frustration. I walked over to the window, eyes scanning the skyline, though I didn’t really see it. My life now had
…I shot him a look, irritated. "I’m not stumped," I said. "I’m... overwhelmed. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met." Aiden raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Okay, okay. I’m intrigued. Go on. Where did you meet her?" Perhaps I saw her in a dream and pulled her out into this world just for me... but no I had a street robber to thank for that. "I helped her when she got mugged... after that, I offered her a job. She is somewhat of a guide for Sebastian. Working with him, in my own house. Everyday." My own personal torture device. "Wait, she works with Sebastian? Like he actually agreed to have her stay. She must be something special to get through to him." Clearly, he is already impressed, after all, he knows Sebastian. We three were inseparable even tho Seb was older than us, he was always there to get us out of trouble... out of danger. Until I pushed the bar too far and he paid the price. "Well the circumstances were different with her, she helps him in her own special way sinc
Love's POV"Now you stay here, ok Charlie?" I said as I pointed to a pillow on the floor while Charlie looked at me with his confused puppy eyes. "I left you with enough water and food so please no barking... otherwise we will all be homeless in no time.""I dont think he can understand you Love," Mira says as she picks up her bag and walks over to the couch to put on her shoes."You were the one who brought him here Mira, maybe you should explain the rules to him," I say joking and Mira smiles as Charlie runs to her feet."Now do you see how much love he has brought to this place, it feels so much warmer with him here." She says as she plays with him. "It's not for nothing people often go for support animals, they read us better than humans. Dont you, Charlie? Dont you?" I watch as Mira crouches down, Charlie wagging his tail furiously as she scratches behind his ears. His eyes gleam up at her, full of adoration, his small body practically vibrating with happiness.Support animals? No
Mira’s words echo in my head...“You’re already in love with him, Love.” I try to push them away, but they cling to me, impossible to ignore. If there was ever a good time to stop being a dreamer it's now, because Christian is a dream I can allow myself to fall under. Maybe I could be one of those lovers who love from afar, from the safe distance where they hear it the strongest. "Miss Bennett, " the driver called out to me as he held the car door wide open while I was lost in my thoughts. To him, I was a blind person, so he must not have thought much about my slow reaction. "Yes, sorry. I got a bit stuck inside my head." I say as I bend my cane and get into the car, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying my thoughts. I go back to the idea of a service dog for Sebastian. He needs friends who better than someone who would always be there, always loyal, always present. A wagging tail, and that comforting, grounding presence. It might be exactly what he needs. Someone who can
Christian's POV"So it's done?" I ask Gwen over the phone as I sit in my home office."Yes, Mr.Callahan. The contract is signed on a three-year lease and they will be moving in tomorrow." She says and it's a good thing I'm alone because the smile on my face must look ridiculous. But it didn't matter, I did it for her, for Love. "Great Gwen. I'll wire you the difference you knocked out the rent and your commission. Thank you for this favor." I lean back in my chair, my fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, a surge of satisfaction filling my chest. I did it. Love would never have asked for this, but I couldn't stand the thought of her struggling, not when I could help. A part of me wonders if she’ll even notice, or if she’ll simply think it’s just a coincidence, a stroke of luck."You're welcome, Mr. Callahan," Gwen replies, "I’ll have everything processed on my end by the end of the day. You don’t need to worry about a thing.""Good," I say. "Make sure they’re settled in, and let m
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I whisper to Mira as the lady from the real estate walks further into the kitchen. This apartment was not only in a nice secure building, but the layout was also open, with a spacious white kitchen that then washed into a gray-stoned-themed living room. Not one but two bathrooms, each for every room. The closet space is out of Mira's dreams, completely furnished and perhaps best of all pet friendly. I mean Charlie was already loving it here."If you are seeing heaven, then yes," Mira whispers back as we walk through the kitchen island the lady starts to spread some papers on the surface."So what do you think of the place?" Is that question supposed to be a joke? Who wouldn't love to live in a place like this?"It's absolutely amazing... but before I further fall in love with it tell me the rent price," Mira tells her and the woman smiles."Well I have the contract here, so take a look." She slides the paper closer to Mira. Mira pauses, her fingers ru
"I'm sorry, what?" I ask in shock. "I'll make an appointment with the doctor if you do it with me?" Yeah, that's about exactly what I heard the first time. This brings this situation to a whole new level of messed up. So this will be my downfall... there is no way I come on top this time."Bash, I..." I have no words to get me out of this. If I say no he won't do it, but if I say yes... I lose..."It's up to you, Love. You hold our future in your hands." Why is he saying all these words that just make this worse by the second?"I can't afford your doctors but I can be there for you every second of the way.""Please, money is not the issue here. I will cover any expenses but I just dont see how I could do this without the person who inspired me to try in the first place." Money... I can't have them waste any more money on me, I feel like I'm robbing them as is. But how do I make Sebastian do this without agreeing to his proposition? I promised Christian and Grace I would help... I hav
"Morning, Bash." Yes, we went down the road of nicknames. It's what friends do after all. "Good morning, Love." My name makes it hard to give nicknames. But my dad once upon a time called me Bug... "Not sure is a good one but I'll take what I can get," I say as I put down my bag and sit down next to him. Marley came to my knees and leaned its head over my leg as I pet his head, "Why? What happened?" Sebastian asks. "I... well, my friend and I got kicked out of our apartment today. So when I leave here today there is a lot of packing in store for us." Sebastian's eyebrows frown as he listens to my words, and his body leans forward. "What? What are you going to do now? If you need a place to stay you are more then welcome here." Who knew that people of such wealth would be so kind as to offer their hearts to someone like me... "Thank you, Bash, but it is not necessary, we are moving some of our things to Tamara's place and Christian gave us a card from a friend of his that ca
"Are you sure it's not too soon? I was thinking of easing him into that conversation especially since you said it was such a delicate topic." I asked Christian as he let me know exactly what Grace wanted me to do."Well, my mother made an appointment for him in the middle of January so you have a little bit over three weeks to talk him into it," Christian says it so effortlessly like he just knows I can do it. A part of me is flattered but the fraud part of me is always there to not let me enjoy but one second of anything that happens between us."I'll see what I can do..." So far all I know is that Sebastian hates doctors for the amount of times they gave him false hope... but hope really does mean fifty-fifty. Hope is just another word for giving it a chance.Christian’s expression softens slightly, his eyes studying me with that familiar intensity. “You can do it,” he says. “Sebastian respects you. He listens to you.”"It's because I listen back. Two-way street, you know..." "I get
"What are you doing here? I thought the driver was gonna pick me up like always?" I ask Christian trying to reclaim his attention back from Charlie while Mira just realizes how she ruined my line of defense. "I have taken care of some busses with Aiden close by so I thought I would pick you up. It's good that I did... why dont I find someone to help you pack later and both of you can stay at my house while you get things sorted out." Me? Staying over at his house? Absolutely no. I have a hard time staying away from him and accepting that offer would throw all of that out the window. I shake my head, trying to keep my voice steady. "No, that’s really kind of you, but I’m not sure that’s necessary. We’ll be fine, will move our things to our friend's place and look for a place to stay in the meantime."Christian gives me a sharp look, his gaze unwavering. "Are you sure? I’m more than glad to help, and I'm sure Sebastian would actually love to have you with us. Mother even more." His to
Today marks the fiftyth day of my working for the Callahans. It went by so fast and so intense, with me helping Sebastian be more independent each day while at the same time falling in love with Christian more and more. I discovered he is funny, kind, talented, generous, committed, driven, stubborn... so human, in the best way possible. Yet still I didn't let myself allow him to get closer to me. I was still able to use Charlie as a way to run away from him. That little lost puppy helped me a lot but it now had Mira and me in a lot of trouble. "You can't kick us out... it's six days until Christmas where the hell do you want us to go!" Mira yelled, her voice shaking with frustration as she stood in front of the landlord, trying her best to look confident "The rules on your lees were clear, no pets allowed. That filthy mut probably ruined the place." This place was ruined even before we got here, quite frankly he was lucky we were so desperate. "Number one, our dog is not filthy. N
"You have some explaining to do." Tamara says as she sits on the couch, Charlie in her lap enjoying how her hand passes through his fur. "I know," I say as I put down my bag... and the cane... and take off the sunglasses."Ohh I'm really looking forward to hearing what you have to say... I mean how will you justify getting that job on false pretences? Lying to people with such power could destroy you, and all of your dreams... I just dont know what were you thinking Love. How do you plan to get out of it?" I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of her words settle around me like a thick fog. Tamara’s gaze is sharp, eyes filled with disappointment and concern. "It was a chance to help someone but at the same time help myself, help Mira. We would have lost this apartment that no matter how crapy it is it's still better than the street. I was in a tight spot so I just did it." It is the best I can do to justify myself. Is it good? Perhaps not, but lies aren't usually meant to have
"Thank you for the lunch, Grace. Everything was delicious." I say as I gather my things ready to leave."Thank you for everything, Love. And I hope your leg feels better tomorrow." So do I but at the same time, my leg is at the bottom of my list of problems. Tamara was currently at the top. No matter how much I wanted to escape this mansion I was not looking forward to talking with her."Are you ready?" Christian asks as he appears behind me."I'm sorry?" I ask as I slowly turn around to see him holding his car keys."The driver left so Christian will drive you home," Grace says as she puts her hands on my shoulders. Arguing with her would be as pointless as arguing with him.Christian moved toward me, his footsteps light but deliberate. "Shall we?" he asked, his voice smooth, as he gently nudged the door open."We shall."...Christian opened the car door for me with a practiced ease, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary on the edge of the frame breathing me in. I sl