It Leads me to You

Chapter 2

The dishes squeaked under the rag as you clean them, soapy hands tightened as to not drop the plate into the dirty water below. Dinner was cooling on the oven top, breaded chicken and fresh homestyle fries salted and fried. Andy was on his way home, having texted you a few minutes ago leaving the building.

You went over and over in your head through the day how you were going to tell him your soulmate was now living next door to you.

You knew how he would react to this.

How he always reacts to bad news.

The door handle jangled and you could hears keys rattle on the other side, your body went stiff. Inhaling quickly and exhaling slowly to calm your nerves you finished the last dish and set it in the drainer to dry. Moving to the oven and plating the chicken and fries. You just put the food on the plates and turned to place them on the table when Andy enters the house and kicked the door closed, a click is heard so you know it is locked.

Setting the plates on the table as he walked into the kitchen.

He was 5'6, tan espresso like skin. (at least that is what it always reminded you off) Dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. A dream boat kinda guy, though the chest would set people off a bit, he was in the middle of transitioning from his birth gender into a man. He had appointments lined up to help the process and a few surgeries booked later down the year, you were there for him through it all.

The day he had come out as transgender you accepted without hesitation and had long talks over the transitioning process so you could understand it better for his sake. You were supportive in all ways for him.

"Hey babe." His voice was low but gently. Good, he had a good day at work. Might make telling him easier.

You waved at him and poured the ice tea into his favorite cup and placed it by his plate before pouring water for yourself. He took his spot and looked over the food.

You stiffened, worried he might throw it at you, not in the mood for this kinda food, but you relaxed when he grabbed his knife and fork taking a bite, sitting in your seat you started to eat as well.

Other than the sound of silverware clattering on plates and soft chewing, there were no other sounds.

You slid of your yellow notepad, you had already written down the obvious question.

How was work?

He had read it over and scoffed under his breath. "It was fine, Jane is still a bitch though." He took a sip of his tea.

How is your boss?

"She is fine, her husband got over that horrible flu he had. Their kid is fine too." Another bite of chicken.

Good, keep making small talk, wait for the right moment to-

"Got a new neighbor. Ya see or meet them yet?" He looks at you.

Your soul pulsed in pain at the mention you nodded slowly and quickly wrote.

Skeleton monster, only saw one.

He hums in thought "They say anything to you?" His tone was lower than before, you swallowed the lump in your throat even though you weren't going to use your voice.

No, but I do have to tell you something.

"Continue." He leaned back in his chair crossing his arms. He always did that when he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what you said.