Love, Cecelia

Chapter 11 - Cardigan

"I have like ten pillows, because I love sleeping with three." I confess to Ronan, as i make my way back in the living room, with one pillow in hand.

Now i have nine.

It's true. When i say i love sleeping with more than one pillow, i think speak in the behalf of most women too.

Ronan laughs, with a surprised look on his face. "Ten?"

"Don't judge me and my pillows Ron" I laugh, as i hand him a pillow. "Here, this is yours." i smile.

He smiles back, taking the pillow with the floral scent and he checks the watch on his wrist.

"You probably want me to leave"

I don't.

I shake my head. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to. It's pretty late and it just rained, the road is probably slippery Ron."

He nods. "Thanks Cecelia."

"I said that before, you don't have to thank me" I smile as my wet clothes from the rain are sticking on my skin.

"I probably should go upstairs to change before i get a cold from the rain." I laugh. "Make yourself at home."

Why am i so awkward. It's not like he didn't come in my house before. We were here like yesterday.

In different terms, conditions, relationship status, call it what you want; but still. He makes me so nervous and it shouldn't.

Ronan walks towards the fireplace, probably to make a fire, as i make my way upstairs.

Out of my now wet white trousers, beige top, and the brown cardigan, i get in my comfy neutral sweatpants with a tay-tay merch oversized t-shirt. I tame my hair a bit down and head back downstairs.

"You really like fireplaces" i say as Ronan uses the poker, to spread the woods in the fire, his eyes fixed to it, focusing.

"It's kinda sentimental to me"

His eyes back to me, the fire give that honey look-alike colour to his coffee brown eyes, and i can't help but stare in them, as i take my seat next to him, on the floor.

"Childhood?"

Ronan exhales, looking at the fire, like the fire makes brave, confess things, or even remember.

"Before me and Grace were taken in by the orphanage, my dad left us in the house alone." He leans back on the foot stool. "So, for those first few weeks i tried my best making sure we were safe and ate every night." His lips lifting into a smile. "It was winter around this time and every night, me and Grace would sit by the fire place heating up chocolate milk we got from school".

I turn to look at Ronan, as he keeps his gaze fixed at the fire.

Their dad left them alone, but he still remembers that memory as a good one.

A frown draws on my face but i smile after i see Ronan's smile. "You were a child anf still were looking after Grace. That must be difficult." A crackle of the fire, makes me turn to look at it. "I didn't have fireplace growing up actually."

Ronan smiles and shrugs. "It wasn't that bad. The school eventually figured it out it was me and her living alone."

I feel Ronan's face turning to my side. "Tell me about your childhood."

I inhale.

"Well, before mom's accident i remember trying to heat up frozen pizza and burning it." I laugh, trying to turn my bad childhood, into a joke.