Sealed with a Kiss

Chapter 15

Eve sat up and looked around, she was back in her bed in her new room. She headed to her closet and sighed when she tried to figure out what to wear. Finally deciding on some blue jean shorts, a black spaghetti strap shirt and white button up shirt, she put on her high top converse then headed to the bathroom to brush her hair and pull it up in her usual ponytail. She applied her simple makeup the brushed her teeth and applied her chapstick then left the room.

"Something smells good," she murmured as she entered the kitchen.

"Morning Beautiful," Marc smiled as he finished stirring the tumbler in his hand. "Here you go."

"How did you know I was awake?" She asked confused as she took it from him.

"Grumpy heard you turn on your music when you got up," Marc said as he grabbed another tumbler down and began making it. "He sent me a text. Your breakfast is on the table."

"Thank you," she moaned as the hot sweet liquid went down her throat. "Perfect."

"I'm glad," he chuckled, "now go eat before Grumpy has a conniption."

She giggled then headed to the dining room.

"Morning Baby," North said as she sat down.

"Morning Grumpy," She yawned then took another drink of her coffee.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked as he moved her plate in front of her.

She nodded then smiled when she saw the French toast with strawberries and blueberries. "Yay," she took a bite then moaned, "so good." She licked her lips and giggled, "you are spoiling me."

"So?" Gabe asked as he plopped down. "What's fucking wrong with that?"

"It's really not spoiling, Darling," Owen said as he sat down.

"It's not, Diablo?" She asked confused.

"No," he shook his head. "It's just properly caring for you."

"Oh," she whispered as she took another bite.

"But the house was spoiling you," He said after he took a drink of his tea.

"Oh," she nodded as she finished her plate.

"Do you want more, Cupcake?" Luke asked as he stood. "I'm getting me some."

"No, thank you," she shook her head. "I'm full. Since the store is closed today, I'm just going to go to the nursery and get some plants then work on setting up the garden in the backyard. Thank you though, Ninja." She grabbed her keys then smiled, "have fun at the bar today."

Just as she left Owen looked at Victor who chuckled, "I'm on it, Boss." He picked up his cellphone and started talking as he walked away.

Eve spent the whole day setting up the back yard to how she wanted it. She shook her head when she realized a couple of them brought her lunch then again at dinner. She tried telling them that she was more than capable of making food herself but they just told her they already had it made and besides they liked doing it for her. She had to secretly admit that she enjoyed them doing it. It made her feel special if she was being honest with herself.

Just as the sun was setting her phone went off again. Sorry Peanut, we will be late coming over tonight, something came up.

She rolled her eyes, I'll be fine now that I am used to the house. I'm a big girl you don't have to come over tonight, I'll be okay, Daddy.

Little Girl, don't start.

Just then she got multiple comments just like Knuckles making her chuckle. She sent emoji of the tongue sticking out to the group chat then put her phone up. She headed inside and took a shower. Feeling a little hungry she finished off what she couldn't eat during dinner then headed to the living room and turned on the TV. Finding a show to watch she curled up and tried to relax.

She really tried to relax, but no matter how much she tried, her mind raced with all sorts of ideas on what the guys could be doing. She had seen Sons of Anarchy and with the comments the sheriff said the other day she was starting to fear the worse. Plus the comments she heard when she was staying with them didn't help. Her mind was spinning out of control.

Sighing in frustration she got up and grabbed her journal. Sitting back down she began to write. It had been forever since she had written and now that she no longer had to worry about being punished for writing she began to pour everything out. Every worry, every thought, every idea, any and everything that popped into her mind she wrote down. Eventually exhaustion overwhelmed her and she fell asleep with her journal still in her hands, too tired to set it on the table.