Homecoming

Chapter 4

After two long weeks of painting, dusting, and assembling furniture, I was finally able to move to my new refuge. To be honest, I didn't expect it to take that long. I assumed it would take us a maximum of five to six days, but unfortunately it was only my pious wish. Although the work on the apartment went relatively smoothly for us, because my father was able to playfully deal with everything and was familiar with the construction work, the delivery of furniture took care of the time slippage.

Of course, I didn't sleep at all the first night, because I unpacked things out of the boxes late into the night, and when I finally got to bed around one, I couldn't sleep because of fatigue. It was not only the fatigue, but also the change of environment. I had never been able to sleep on my first night, no matter where I was, whether at my sister's, my mother-in-law's, my parents' home in my old bed, or at the hotel during the holidays.

And although I still had a few days off to start my new job, I didn't leave the unpacking of the boxes for the last minute. I didn't like to put things off, and I liked order in everything.

It was Friday evening, and I was just doing my laundry when an unidentifiable siren sounded in the quiet apartment. I won't deny that I almost didn't have a heart attack and didn't jump a meter at that loud sound. At that moment, I was glad that I was not holding anything rare in my hands, only washed towels that did not hurt when they fell to the ground. I have never heard such a penetrating and horrible sound in my life. At first, I didn't even realize it was my doorbell because I heard it ring for the first time.

When my heartbeat returned to my normal rhythm, which took a while, I went to open the door. But on the way, I thought about how someone had something like this installed in my own apartment. I had no doubt that it would take over the dead. I immediately remarked that I should definitely replace it as soon as possible for my own health and not put it off.

"Hi, is that you?" I greeted my sister as I opened the door.

"And who else should it be?" she closed doubtfully. "Were you expecting someone else?" she measured me suspiciously from head to toe. "Someone sexy and male?"

"I wasn't expecting anyone today," I replied, closing the door behind her.

"It's a pity. It's Friday, after all, "she smiled and hugged me warmly to greet me.

"Where are you from here?" I asked her.

"I took time off," she beamed. "Lucas will take care of the children tonight, so the two of us will celebrate your return home today."

"Well, that'll be interesting," I shook my head, following Caroline into the living room.

"I bet you don't have wine at home yet, do you?" direct as always.

"A good guess. I haven't had time to go shopping yet. "

"Never mind," she shrugged seductively. "I brought something."

"As usual," I joked.

"Come on, a few drops of red haven't killed anyone yet," she rolled her eyes theatrically and pulled the bottle from her bag, followed by another.

I raised my eyebrows apparently, but I remained silent.

"She doesn't look so sour," she admonished me as she noticed my surprised look and smiled broadly at me.

"Two bottles?" I finally asked her.

"Two," she blinked at me. "I know from personal experience that the first one enters like water, so the bottle is empty right away. You won't enjoy it, but you will enjoy the other."

"I'd rather say you won't even remember if she tasted it at all," I said firmly.

"All right," she continued, teasing me. "Then we should start with the better one," she gave me a dazzling smile. "Cabernet Sauvignon or"