I hear Bianca giggled a little. "Yeah that's a little silly" Bianca confirms, even Eloise laughs a little bit. I guess it was obvious to the two of them that Rhode still loved me even when we weren't together, so the thought of me being scared to talk to him must be hilarious. "Very silly. He was
We're far enough away from the bed so I'm not worried about everyone overhearing our conversation, I just don't want Rhode to be upset over nothing. "He asked if I was okay because he heard I called in sick. He was just checking in" I reassure him as I lock my phone without replying to the message
Rhode 's P.O.V "Alright little miss, come on I'll get you into the bath" Mum says suddenly, helping Briella climb out of her seat and head towards the stairs. We've just finished up some pasta Mum whipped up quickly for dinner, it was amazing as all of her cooking usually is. "We can take care of
That's the stage of her life that Amelia should be in, but instead she's here with me helping do the bath time routine with my niece. But there's not a chance in hell that I'll be pointing this out to her. I don't want to be one of those people in her life that she remembers as being a dumb mistake
"Okay sweetheart, last time....In the great green room..." Amelia begins the story as I leave the room, making my way down the stairs. "She asleep?" Mum asks as I enter the kitchen, she's sitting at the kitchen table, turning through what looks like a recipe book. My mum is old fashioned like that,
"I know. I just don't like talking about him" I mumble stubbornly. I'm aware that the impact of him still hangs around me, but I'm not in the mood to explore it in detail. My mum places her other hand over the top of both of ours and squeezes them tightly. "Okay baby. But one day, I think it's impo
Mother fucker. 'Let me know if you need anything'. Seriously? "You can scroll up if it will make you feel better" Amelia says somewhat solemnly, leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of her tea. Shit, she thinks I don't trust her. I reach my hand up and tuck some of her hair behind her ear as
"Is she still asleep?" Amelia asks as I walk into the room. She's already half dressed, sliding on a pair of track pants after having already rid herself of her sweater, now wearing one of my Pink Floyd t-shirts. Damn, I got caught up in being a good uncle and I missed the show. "She's completely a