Beyond The Walls

Chapter 12. Prayer

Yonderly (adj)

Mentally or emotionally distant; absent-minded

Cherie's POV

"I was worried about you! I searched the whole kingdom for you and as soon as I was about to report you missing to the King, Sachi ran into me and told me you were staying at Keely's. Why didn't you just inform me?" Delroy goes off on a tangent.

I sigh, washing the dirt off a few stalks of celery. Delroy was luckily still asleep when I came home this morning so I was able to wash up and change out of my destroyed dress before he noticed it. He probably would've asked even more questions if he saw how much of a mess I looked.

"I apologize, I am not use to telling people where I go. I just go. I'll do better next time." I promise him.

In about a week and a half, I have to tell him I'm staying at Sachi's or something. At least he can't get upset with me then because he will know where I'm at. At least he'll think he knows where I'm at.

"That's all I ask, babe." He smiles, not trying to argue with me. I appreciate that, at least I don't have a husband that demands an argument every chance they get.

We sit down and enjoy a nice, hot lunch together. He has off today due to the King having a personal request to have someone else for the day. That only happens every once in a blue moon, usually when there is a big announcement or when there is a party that is being planned.

I hope it's a party, we could use some fun around here.

Although we aren't allowed to dance since it's sinful, we can eat, talk, and enjoy pretty music.

After lunch, I rush to get my shoes on and hurry to work so Cynthia can have some help. Since she's a little older, she is their main caretaker while I'm more like the assistant.

"Love you, babe! Have a good day!" Delroy yells out the door as I run out of it.

I keep running, pretending that I can't hear him. Did he really just say that? How does a woman know when she is in love?

I care about him, he's a nice, handsome man. But I don't know if I love him. If he were to perish tomorrow, I would be affected. Does that mean I love him?

Taking in a deep breath, I feel the warm refreshing air travel to my lungs. My eyes sneak behind me, looking at the smallest corner of the crops before I turn to continue my voyage to the babysitting house.

Cynthia sits on the small wooden porch in a rocking chair as it squeaks against the wood and a baby in her arms that apparently just spit up a green goo.

Yuck.

"Do you mind being alone with them for a moment so I can clean up?" Cynthia asks, spotting me walk towards the steps of the porch.

I nod with a smile. She hastily stands out of the chair, handing me the small red headed baby before speed walking inside to wash the vomit off her shoulder.

"That's rude, you know." I joke around, knowing the baby couldn't possibly understand me.

She takes only five minutes before returning. Since it's such a beautiful day out, we gather the children around in a circle and Cynthia opens a book to read to them. I have to get better with reading if I'm going to replace her once she retires.