At the moment a few feet behind, he struck first place, already inside before my feet touched the yard. Once I make it, I go inside closing the door, removing my boots and coat. I enter the front room to see Finn holding Chris i the air and spinning her. Her laughing with joy, I smile softly, step by step I make my way to the kitchen. Taking the warm bread out of it's aluminum shell and placing it on the counter top. I take out the cutting board and our sharpest knife, slicing four nice slices from the loaf, and then using the knife to scrap cinnamon from the sticks onto the bread, placing each slice onto a plate, then to the table it goes.
I turn to place the last slice for my father at the table and to my surprise I already see Chris, stuffing her face. I smile to see Finn tapping one of his fingers on the table staring wide eyed at me.
"Hey, um..." He looked at the doorway then to me, "You got any extra room?"
I shake my head, "Not for you." I place the plate on the table and go to get father.
"Well, I'm on the couch then!" I hear Finn yell behind
me.
God he's stupid, I obviously meant he wasn't staying the night over here. Too dumb to get a hint I suppose. I shrug Finn off, he's the least of my worries at the moment, I still need him to leave, as forth my night well be taken by making sure every little thing in this household is clean, and perfect. A sigh was released from my lips as I reach fathers' room.
I never even got the chance to knock, "Oh I'm coming downstairs, give me a minute will ya." I hear him scoff from the other side. Well, it isn't too hard to smell the cinnamon from here.
"Alright, just making sure." was my only reply to his words. I turn around and slowly make my way to my room. Chirs can have my piece. I take the door by the handle, and I hear Finn behind me.
"Really though-" I cut him off.
"No Finn, not tonight!" I didn't mean to, but i did raise my voice to him. I feel his eyes staring at me, I gave a small, "sorry."
"Well, I don't have much of a choice, I live about two to Three miles west of you and, well, my little place, is snowed in. I have snow in my living room!" He looked at me, gazing me from behind, I can feel his eyes glower me, "Quiver, there's not much of a choice." I hear him seemingly mumble.
"Fine, down the hall, left." I sigh, "Stay there tonight." He places something on my head.
"Thanks, Quiver." I see his smirk on his turned face, before the image leaves and I'm left now alone in front of my door.
Sweet hopes come back of the stairs, the smell of cinnamon following with them. I slight tug on my shirt lets me know it's Chris, alongside the sweet, soft hops.
"Here." She holds something up in my direction. It was my piece of cinnamon bread, "This is yours." I see her smile, which makes me do the same.
"Thank you, dear, but if you want it, you can have it." I smile to her, and her face turned, frustrated.
"No! You eat it." She smiles at me once more.
I didn't refuse I took the bread and placed it on my mutilated dresser. I pick Chris up, "Alright, bedtime." I smile at her. She frowns.
"No! I want to stay up! I don't have anything to do tomorrow so, no!" She smiles, as if she accomplished something.
"Too bad." I take her to her room and lay her down, starting to tuck her in, when I feel eyes glaring me down once more.
