Chapter 350
Joan had been rustling around like a busy worker bee down stairs for around an hour or so already the next morning as she always seemed to be quite an early bird, a trait she definitely hadn't passed on to her children, especially in Gary’s case as he could easily sleep in until around lunch time if he was lucky enough to be given the chance to. She’d been pottering on doing some cleaning even though the house was completely spotless, had shoved in some laundry which meant that the constant whirring noise of the washing machine played in the background as she sat in the kitchen now with a sweet cup of tea and a good book she was in the middle of reading, ignoring Buster who was constantly tapping on her ankle for a treat which she was forbidden by Cheryl to give him, as the two tiny Chihuahuas always seemed to come back from staying at Joan’s house looking more like two little micro pigs rather than dogs, as she ridiculously spoilt them rotten with food the whole time. Joan actually found it so relaxing being down at Cheryl’s house though and always used it as a little mini break for herself, as when she was back in Newcastle she was always number one babysitter for her 11 boisterous grandchildren, and so Cheryl’s big countryside manor was like a little spot of heaven for her due to it being so quiet and secluded in comparison to her usually very noisy house back in the North East that was constantly full of people.
Even though it was meant to be a peaceful break for her and time to relax however, she could still never help herself from looking after Gary and Cheryl whenever she was with them, even though they were adults now and managed perfectly well when she wasn't there, she just loved helping out whenever she could, especially as she didn't see them as much as her other children. With the knowledge that Cheryl had a meeting at 11.30 that she needed to be in London for, when Joan noticed that it was approaching half 8, she decided she’d best start making them some breakfast and set the coffee machine away so that she could help them be on schedule, knowing fine well how even if Cheryl was up in plenty of time, she very often would still end up late somehow due to her getting easily distracted.
The fact that Joan hadn't even know what time Cheryl had set her alarm for but had predicted that she should make their breakfast now, just showed how in sync she was with her daughter, as at the very moment she’d been doing all of this, Cheryl’s beeping alarm began irritatingly going off in the cosy, dark bedroom, awakening the sleeping couple with disgruntled moans and groans. Cheryl had just chuckled when she’d rolled back from stretching across to turn the alarm off to find Tre having pulled the duvet right up over his head, clearly not wanting to get up just yet, plus he’d still been complaining about being cold at one point during the night and so was wearing his grey jogging bottoms, a long sleeved top and then a big thick blue hoody that he’d even pulled the hood up on to keep warm best he could. Cheryl just thought he was majorly over reacting however, as the heating had been on since her mam had been up and so it actually felt perfectly alright to her, making her start to find Tre’s hatred of the cold very amusing as he was being such a girl about it.
“Babe...I hate to be insensitive and everything...but you need to get a sodden grip, it’s not even cold man!” Cheryl smirked as she turned the lamp on and began dragging her hands up and down her face to wake her up more, hearing a moody grunt from under the duvet cover to symbolise that Tre clearly didn't agree. “Don’t make me tickle you Tre...you’re being grumpy...you know what happens when you’re being grumpy don’t you?” she playfully told him whilst just looking down at the mound lying next to her, finding it quite funny how he reverted back to being like a teenage boy not wanting to get up early for school in the morning.
“Go away....leave me alone” the muffled sound of his deep voice managed to escape through the thick duvet, bringing out Cheryl’s dimples as she giggled softly to herself and began annoyingly squeezing different parts of the mound so that he started squirming all over the place, huffing and puffing as he did so as he just wanted to stay tucked up in bed until the temperature was a bit closer to LA’s; something he’d be waiting for a long time for in a British September.
