Finding Home

Chapter 12

Willow's POV

Before I open my eyes I already know that Dominic is gone. I try to shake off the loneliness that I feel moving into my heart. I knew he would be but a part of me was hoping to wake up still wrapped in his arms. The feeling of warmth and security is something I could definitely get used to, hell, I was already getting used to it. Well there is no point in delaying the inevitable so I kick off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed. That's when I notice that the remnants of the broken table had been removed as well as the trash from our take out breakfast. That's so sweet that he would take care of that without me having to say anything.

I hop in the shower and get cleaned up for the day. Afterwards I walkover to the closet to see what I have to wear for tonight and am greeted with such a dismal selection I shake my head. I see Mount Washmore piled in the corner and look at the time. I wonder if Deloris would let me use the laundry machines in the office that she uses for the motel linens. I call the office and ask Deloris who seems more than eager to let me use her machines. In fact she offers to do my laundry for me saying something like "It gives her something to do during the day other than watching soaps". I agree mainly because I have never liked doing laundry. Growing up we had a housekeeper and a couple of maids but my mom insisted that I learn how to take care of myself so starting at the age of 10 I learned how to properly clean every room in the house, and how to plan a menu and cook it, and how to do my own laundry. The one chore I hated was, you guessed it, laundry! Not because it was hard or anything it was because you couldn't just sit and get it done all at once it and even when you were done you were never really done because the clothes you were wearing would soon be in the hamper. I remember one particular day as I was standing there hanging up my clothes while my Mom was sitting on my bed chatting with me, I threw a fit and tossed the shirt I was holding on the floor and declared "When I grow up I'm going to be a nudist! Than I won't have to do laundry ever again!"My Mom's laughter filled the room as she calmly walked over and picked up the offending shirt and hung it up for me while saying "Even nudists have to do laundry, honey. They use towels and they have to wear clothes when they leave their communities." I miss my Mom's laugh. A soft knock on my door brought me back to reality.

Deloris stood there with a rolling cart beside her. "I figured you probably didn't have a laundry basket and with my age I would rather not carry heavy loads if I don't have to." She said with a wink walking into my room. "Alpha told me about the table, if you don't mind I can have another one brought in while you are out this evening."

"That would be lovely, thank you. Oh and how much do I owe you for laundry service?" I didn't want her to think that I wouldn't compensate her for the extra work.

"Oh it's no bother. Like I said before it gives me something to do." she replied as I scooped my clothes off the floor and into the basket. I thanked her again as she walked out of my room.

Now I am stuck in pajama pants and a hoodie until my clothes are done which she said would take about 2 hours. Should I go out looking like a scrub or just hangout by myself until I have clothes to wear? As I was contemplating my dilemma another knock rang through my room.Before I could even open the door all the way Lia pushed her way into my room and flopped on my bed.

"Good morning to you too" I say chuckling as I shut the door

"I think you mean good afternoon" She says while sniffing the air and a knowing smirk spreads across her face. "So what did you do last night after you left the bar?" She asked and I get the feeling she already has an idea so it was pointless to avoid it.

"I had a visitor and things got... well... interesting." I didn't quite know what to say and 'I know you're a werewolf.' didn't seem quite right