Serving House Beneviento

5

The phone rang throughout the estate like a blaring siren. My eyes cracked open to the harsh sunlight. I felt a weight around my waist as I tried to get up. The ringing ceased moments later and my head popped up. Was Angie up already? I heard the high pitch of her voice and nodded to myself as my head fell back into the pillow. Donna mumbled incoherently underneath me. I glanced down at the woman that laid her entire body on top of me. My eyes trailed to the clock and I saw the hands ticked their way toward seven a.m.. I needed to get up. Who else was going to get breakfast ready? Angie? The doll could not cook to save her life. I gently tapped Donna on the arm and tried to lift myself up. A pillow aimed right for my face as I heard the groaned protest. I chuckled to myself as I pushed the pillow aside.

"Donna, it is time to get up."

"mhmhmh....no..." Donna replied sleepily. I rolled my eyes.

"I have to cook breakfast."

"...no..."

"Donna." She shook her head and buried herself against me. A laugh bubbled in my chest as I laid my head back. What could I say that would get her up instantly? She obviously did not care that the phone rang.

"Donna, I will make cinnamon rolls if you get up."

She shook her head again.

"Well, this is very sad. I wanted to have breakfast cinnamon rolls in the greenhouse with my love, but she refuses to get up." I gave a dramatic sigh. "This makes me so sad."

Her whole body shot up a moment later.

"Why didn't you say we could have breakfast in the greenhouse!? Do we have a table and some chairs!? Oh! I still want to add smaller chairs for the dolls but that is going to take some time to build everything." She continued her enthused babble as she went over her closet and searched through her clothes. A smile bloomed on my face as I dragged myself out of bed and watched her. My eyebrow cocked upward as I glanced into the closet. Amongst the waves of black, I saw some color. She aimed for her usual black dress, but I got up and stopped her hand on the fabric.

"Do you own trousers?" I asked as I pulled out an elegantly made cream colored button down.

"Erm..." Donna's face blushed as she looked away. "I haven't worn them in a long time. They may not fit, but I do own a brown pair."

"Try it on." I handed it to her. "I'll give you privacy to change." Her face blushed darker as I strolled toward the door and out of the room. When I went into my own, I opted for my gardening attire and pulled on my clothes. When I walked out of the room, I headed down the stairs. I found Angie in the main entrance with a phone to her porcelain ear. I waved to her and she waved back. A hum escaped my lips as I walked into the kitchen. It would be rather mean if I lied about breakfast in the greenhouse. I made quick work of the cinnamon rolls and pushed them into the oven and went through the house for something easy to carry out. On the lower level of the manor, I found a polished table and a few chairs. As the rolls cooked, I hauled everything out to the greenhouse. I barely made it back in time to get them out when I dragged the final two chairs out. Thankfully, they did not overcook.

"Um...w-what do you th-think?" The words were barely audible as they hit my ears. I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks with a bowl of icing in my hand. Donna's cheeks were the color of cherries as her arms crossed over her chest. A puffy white button down suited her perfectly along with the waist high brown slacks. Straps from the pants went over her shoulders and held them in place. A darker leather belt also strapped around her small waistline. A vulnerable gaze stared back at me. I smiled as I set the icing aside and strolled over to her. I circled around her slowly and let my eyes go up and down her figure.