All Chapters of Accidentally All of Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HarryGeorge held up his hands. “Hey, I’m sure we’ve both got some stories to tell,” he shot back. “Though I bet mine are more disgusting.”And with that, the two of them had launched into a playful banter about who’d had it worse in their line of work. They were bantering off one another like they had known each other for years, and I settled into a seat next to them and watched them talk.Before I knew it, I was almost crying with laughter, listening to the two of them try to outdo each other with who had the grosser stories. They could really match each other’s offerings, and it was beyond funny to listen to them try to beat each other. Winnie was looking between the two of them delightedly, clearly as pleased as I was that they were getting along as well as they were.Anita interrupted a little while later with the cake and the lemonade, and we all tucked in happily. George took one bite of the cake and nodded appreciatively.“All of that, and she can cook as well,” he remarked. “

RainaWe headed out of the office, and I held his hand, and we walked down the street together and chatted about what they had been working on. I noticed a few people doing double-takes at us, and I wondered if people recognized him.I wondered if people were trying to work out what he was doing with someone like me, all tucked up in my scrubs and looking more than a little rattled. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he seemed proud to be seen with me, and that made me happy. It didn’t matter what I looked like. As long as I was next to him, he was happy.We headed to a café nearby, and I ordered a strong coffee and a bowl of soup and sat down with them. George had been telling me about their upcoming visit to the shelter and how impressed he was about the way that they ran things down there.I nodded along proudly, pleased that he could see it for what it was. I would never have imagined that a family like this could be so open and accepting of everything that was being thrown at t

HarryMarjorie touched her hand to her heart, expressing how touched she was that we were going out of our way to make life easier for her. Honestly, there was nothing I wouldn’t have done to support a place like this. If it had changed our lives, I could only imagine how much it might have done for other people in the same position, people who craved something to love, an animal that they could draw into their lives and make their own.“Speaking of stuff like that,” George cut in. “I think it would be great to connect with some local care homes. You know, bring the animals down there as emotional support? I know that older people can get real lonely up there all by themselves, especially if they don’t have any family who are too willing to come out and give them a hand.”“I love that idea,” Marjorie said. “You guys have so many. I need to start taking some notes and make sure that I got everything.”She headed off for a moment, and George stood there and grinned at me.“This is the p

RainaReed was on his best behavior for the rest of the night and didn’t even make a point of humiliating me in front of Harry. He had always threatened that he would be the first to whip out the awkward baby pictures the first chance he got, given that I had done the same when he had first been dating Lizzie, but he just decided to stick to a few funny stories and keep it at that.Harry laughed along as Reed told him about the time I had gotten my toe stuck in the drain of the bath and had cried, thinking that I was going to have to have it cut off to escape. I could more than handle that, if that was the worst that he had up his sleeve.The food was good, and the conversation flowed between us, and I actually let myself relax and just enjoy it. I had assumed that I was going to need to be on red alert, making sure that Reed didn’t come out with something stupid that was going to scare Harry away, but he didn’t seem that bothered about making a fool of me or trying to delve too far i

HarryWhen we got there, Paula, the housekeeper, was flitting around the kitchen with the radio on as she made Winnie’s food for the week.“Oh, hello!” she called to us in greeting. “I didn’t expect you back until later.”“Well, we thought we might be able to scavenge some food from you,” I said.She grinned and pointed to the collection of plates she had on the counter. They were full of fruit, meat, and bread that she was carefully portioning out into Tupperware for the rest of the week.“You know I have everything measured out,” she warned me, but she didn’t stop us as we grabbed some little snacks. “I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up.”Winnie headed over to give her a hug. Tink was at our feet, and I leaned down to pet him. The house was full of noise, but I liked it that way. It made me feel safe, happy, and comfortable, like nothing bad could happen as long as it was so busy and full of life.Tink and Winnie headed up to her bedroom once Paula had shooed us away from the foo