The past can make a future.

Chapter 7

The next morning Minnie didn't expect to be woken up by the familiar smell of waffles cooking. She had woken up this way many times before which made her think that everything that happened over the past two weeks was a dream. She sighed and turned over in the bed, then realized that this wasn't her bedroom and that she wasn't in her normal set of pajamas. Slowly she went downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. It wasnt long until she saw Michael standing at the stove, with his back turned to her. 

She moved forward and came up behind him, sliding her hands around his waist. She leaned her head against his back and sighed. 

Michael felt her sigh and began to think about what could be bothering her. He could feel that she was sad and wanted to know why, but didnt know if he should ask or not. He liked the feeling of having someone holding him, especially the comfort that he felt.

She kissed his back and pulled him closer to her, then slowly released him, moving to a different part of the house. 

Michael finished the waffles and then made three plates, leaving one for his mother, he grabbed the other two and went to find Minnie. It was much easier than he thought that it would be, because he happened to find her in the library. She was curled up on one of the chairs holding a book out on her lap, unopened. She was staring at it. when he got closer he noticed that it was a Edgar Allen Poe book set, it was vintage. 

Minnie wanted to open it but she knew that she wouldn't find his scribbling inside, not yet. This book was given to her by Michael, it was one of her birthday presents. He had written a poem about her in it describing why he loved her so much. She felt a presence in the room and turned to see Michael standing in the doorway watching her, with two plates in his hand. She smiled at him and nodded letting him know it was okay to come in.

Michael entered the room and set the plates down in between them, kneeling in front of her. 

"Minnie........are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. I just, I am remembering something my husband did for me." Michael stared into her eyes, which meant that she was once again lost in his. When she realized what was happening, she blinked and looked away. Michael studied her and noticed how tired she looked, how broken and sad. He wondered what her husband must have been like to leave her like this. 

"Minnie, do you want to come and join me at the studio today?"

She looked back at him and smiled faintly. "Id love too. What time do we leave?"

"When ever you are ready."