Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 5: Killer Fruit and Chicken Risotto

Beth's POV

I hear the door creak open and soft footsteps enter my bedroom. I knew they were going to come into the room before they even entered it.

Call it second nature.

Call it mother's intuition.

Or call it kids yelling on the other side of the door before they open it.

"Mum," I hear a whisper.

I grunt in response.

"Are you awake?" they ask.

It's Jamie.

"No," I mumble.

"Can I have a password?" he ignores me and asks the question.

"Can I have a life?" I reply.

I open one eye to see him hold his iPad just inches away from my face.

I've never let my kids have their own password for their electronics. I like to know what they download and play and if it's appropriate. Call me nosey. I call it protectiveness. They'll have access when they're old enough.

They aren't old enough yet.

I sigh and reach out to tap his password into his iPad.

"Thanks mum, you're the best!" he says before he runs out the room, leaving the door wide open.

"Feel free to close the door," I grumble to myself.

I bury my head back into my pillow as I can hear my children's voices coming from downstairs. They quietly talk amongst themselves and I hear the occasional clink of cutlery and cupboards open and close as they prepare themselves breakfast.

How early are these kids up today? I wonder. I reach out for my phone laying on the bedside table and bring it to my face.

11:49am.

Fuck!

It's nearly bloody lunchtime!

I throw the covers off and fall out of bed. I wobble on my legs as I half walk, half stumble, to the bathroom. Moments later I'm in the shower as I shampoo my hair and rinse it out before slathering it with conditioner. I glance down and realise my legs need a shave.

But I'm wearing jeans tonight, Harry won't see them, he won't know.

But I'll know.

I can't have hairy legs around Harry.

I grab the razor and run it up my legs before I soap my body with mango body wash. I rinse the conditioner out and turn the water off before I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body, then another one around my head.

I suddenly hear voices getting louder and I know they're close.

I brace myself for impact.

There's a loud knock on the door and before I can say anything, Chloe and Nick come barging into the bathroom.

"Mum, can you tell Chloe to stop stealing my gold?" Nick asks, clearly agitated.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, confused.

Since when do you have gold?

"In Minecraft, she went to my island and stole my gold!" he says.

Ah.

First world problems.

"Chloe, don't steal your brother's gold," I tell her.

"I didn't," she replies, "he had none to steal."