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Someone To Stay

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𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞?

𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞? 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭?

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"Deck the halls with bows of holly, la la la la la la la la LA! Something something something something TRALALALALA LA LA LA LA!"

I burst through the door, singing Christmas carols at the top of my lungs, bags sliding down my arms to land on the floor with a thump.

"Honey, I'm hooooome!" I called.

Silence.

"What did you do?" I asked immediately.

"Nothing!" The guiltiest voice called back from the kitchen.

I kicked off my shoes and almost skipped to the kitchen. The smell of something sweet and buttery filled the air, and I couldn't help but smile. There he was, Lando, standing in the kitchen, his face a mix of guilt and trepidation.

The kitchen was a disaster. Flour was scattered across the counters, and dishes stacked high. Lando stood in the center of the chaos, his eyes wide and a look of utter concentration on his face.

"What on earth have you been doing?" I gasped out, trying to hold back my laughter.

"Okay, before you say anything, keep in mind that you like me. And I'm nice. And I did this for you," Lando warned, stepping aside to reveal even more of the chaos that was the kitchen.

The sight that met me was like nothing I had ever seen. There was flour everywhere. On the counters, the floor, the fridge. It looked like a snowstorm had hit our kitchen and decided to stay a while. And through the oven door I could see a baking sheet filled with what looked like... cookies?

"How the hell did you get flour on the plant?" I snorted with laughed, looking at the potted plant in the corner, now covered in a dusting of white.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You've got some on your nose." I laughed, wiping it away with a finger. "So, did a tornado drop in for tea?"

"There was a wasp." He mumbled.

"A wasp?"

"A big one!" He exclaimed dramatically, "It was going for the sugar and I had to protect the cookies."

"Heroic," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Very heroic," he nodded gravely, "It was a battle to the death."

"I'm sure the cookies are worth it," I said, peeking into the oven. They were definitely cooking, and smelling heavenly.

"Well, I hope so. It's the least I could do, after leaving you all alone to spend all my money." He grinned, his eyes lighting up at my laughter.