My Italian Roommate.

Meeting the Therapist

    When I first pulled up to the address Mrs. Dorian gave me I hadn't expected to pull up to a large light blue colonial style house, I was expecting a huge office building, and I checked the GPS at least three times to make sure I had the right place. She must have worked from home then. Getting out of my car Elijah had grabbed my hand as we both walked in together, up the porch steps, and knocked on the dark oak door. I couldn't leave Elijah at the apartment since I didn't have a babysitter yet and the man who usually watched Elijah, Mr. Gibbs and Jack's partner, hadn't made it out here yet. Elijah asked if Ezio could watch him but I couldn't ask- I still didn't know Ezio and it wasn't fair of me to ask 'hey, I know we just met but can you watch my kid for me while I go out' He barely knew us to begin with too. So here he was with me. I waited nervously as I bit my bottom lip. Not even a second later the door opened and a man appeared: long brown hair pulled into a low pony tail, calming dark blue eyes, a stubble along his jaw. He was tall and lean, a odd looking blue jacket hugged his torso but it had hints of the French Revolution era. Interesting.

    "You must be here for my wife right?" He asked, his French accent noticeable. I nodded.
  
    "I am" I answered. He smiled softly as he held the door open and stepped aside.

    "Please, come on in, Morrigan will be right with you." The man said. I returned his smile as I stepped into the foyer area, the oak floors shining as a few chairs lingered around, pictures lingering all around the large area. From what I could see I had noticed large book shelves filled with books and looking at the decoration of the rooms I could see it had been nearly identical to the French Revolution time period. This guy must have really liked that Era. "ma chère, votre patient est là" (my dear, your patient is here)

     "I'll be out in a minute" An Irish voice came through though a bit worn down no doubt due to speaking so much English. "If you don't leave now you're going to be late"

     "Trying to kick me out of my house so soon?" The man asked teasingly as he chuckled a bit "im going im going, I'll see you in a week. I love you"

    "Love ya too" The woman called and just like that the man left, shutting the door behind him. Sitting down in the seat Elijah had immediately play with a beautiful Irish setter with red fur. The dog had come barreling down the stairs when we walked in, tail wagging and sniffing Elijah curiously making Elijah laugh. Animals loved him. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him play. It was only a few minutes before I heard footsteps approach causing me to look up. To the right of me inside one of the large doorframes with a sliding door was a tall and slender woman with only black hair and hazel eyes, her skin a bit pale, but pulling it off really well as she had looked like one of those badass cops or something, I kept forgetting the term for it but then again I didnt watch much TV.

     "You must be Ember" She started as I nodded. She walked over and held out her hand which I took. "A pleasure to meet you, I'm Morrigan. And who's this handsome fellow?"

     "This is my son Elijah, sorry for bringing him I just didnt have anyone to watch him while I was gone" I admitted as I stood up, Morrigan watching Elijah and the dog play, a smile on her face.

    "It's totally fine and understandable, it's not a problem, people come in with their kids all the time" Morrigan said as she knelt down and looked at Elijah "Rocky's great with kids. Elijah, do you mind waiting here while I speak with your mother"

     "Ok" Elijah said as he pet Rocky's neck while he had been given kisses. Morrigan stood up and smiled as she waved me back. Following her into the large office she pulled the door shut as I sat on the large leather couch. In front of me were two black leather seats as a large mahogany desk sat behind it with a computer and a stack of files. The window off to the side had been opened as the light blue curtains had been pulled halfway down. Potted plants lingered around the room as some sat on mini shelves, the smell of lavender incense floating around the room. My anxiety eased a little bit as Morrigan grabbed a thick black notebook and some papers before sitting in one of the seats across from me.