Ghost

Chapter Eight

                                  Spencer's POV

      I received a text from Carol finally. It was a long ass day waiting for her to reply. I hadn't realized that's what I was doing until I saw her name on my phone.

   She had said she would be coming around dinner so I had immediately started making pastitsio with some tzatziki to start with. Thanks to Athena, I had this recipe down packed.

      I was jamming out to music while totally in the zone making sure this dinner would taste delicious. Maybe I really could be a cook if I wasn't some mercenary. If that's what you want to call me. I'm not even sure anymore.

     Not that I ever thought I would be, and I won't, but I could totally rock being a stay at home wife. Although kids are a whole other thing. You know what, I have no idea why I'm even thinking about this. I'm so far away from being in reach of a family it's laughable that it's even crossed my mind.

      Fuck that, I throw myself into singing my heart out, cooking away whatever thoughts tried to drag me down. And soon enough the singing and cooking led me to being almost done with the food. Damn, it smells good. She's going to love this.

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                                       Carols POV

      I was in front of Spencer's house. I had been for the last fifteen minutes. I was a little torn. On one hand, I want to run in there and let her hold me in her arms telling me it was a mistake. But then on the other, I want to kick the door down, screaming about how she made me feel, raise some hell.

      I had decided to go with the first option with a chance at the second if that one failed, but for some reason I couldn't get myself to knock on the door.

      I needed a few minutes and a couple deep breaths. Once I had that, I stepped up to the door. Hearing the blaring music and knowing she wouldn't hear me knock, I tried opening the door and to my luck it was unlocked. I set my bag down and walk to the kitchen following the heavenly smell coming from it. I'm almost 100% sure I'm going to walk in to her taking food out of to-go containers. So imagine my surprise when I catch her in an adorable apron that read 'it's getting hot in here' while she's singing Acapella by Karmin.

        The fact that she has no singing talent what so ever and still sings like she's heading a concert, is just another thing I admire about her. She's not afraid to have fun and be who she wants to be, even if it isn't the most popular thing.

       With the music as loud as it is, she doesn't notice I'm here until I'm almost to the counter she's preparing food at. A smile immediately takes over her face followed quickly by the cutest sad face.

      Holy shit Carol, get it together. You're here for a serious talk and you will get nowhere if you keep thinking like this.

      She stops the music, looking back to me, the frown still stuck on her face. "You're early."

     "I'm sorry, I thought I'd see more traffic on the way over."

      That brings the smile back as she knows I flew over here, only the birds to get in my way. "I was just hoping to have it all ready before you got here."

      "Well to be honest, if I hadn't actually seen you cooking it with my own eyes, I would have assumed you got take out."

     She fakes being hurt, placing her hand on her chest. "Ouch. Now you've really wounded me."