Complicating Us

Chapter 1

Bash
                  "You know I love you so why do you insist?" I gave marci an irritated expression. "Because you insist on treating me like a child, that's

why." I ran a hand through my hair and blew a breath out knowing what I had to do. "Okay, okay Marci. I'll see if I can

return the furniture, but you're keeping everything in the kitch-" "No, your-" "I'll only return the furniture if you meet me halfway, okay?" She glared at me and crossed her arms over her chest. She was too cute. "Fine."

   I walked over to her and enveloped her in my arms kissing the top of her head as she slowly relaxed.

   "I love you bash, but I need you to know that I'm a big girl and that means I can take care of myself." She sounded

muffled as she spoke against my chest. Of course I knew she was capable of taking care of herself but I wanted to make moving away from her parents easier for her. "I know, trust me I do, but that doesn't mean I won't want to do something for you every now and then." She looked up at me still in my arms and smiled. God she was beautiful. "I'm sorry Bash I know you mean well but I just sometimes get the feeling that you see me as a child. And I hate it. I know I'm younger than you but I want you to look at me and see a strong woman not a girl who just moved out from her parents home. I mean I get that I'm eighteen and you're twenty-five but I think I've proven to you that I'm more mature for my age, don't you think? I just don't want you to resent me later on for holding you back because you had to take care of me instead of focusing more on this relationship. I may be talking crazy but please tell me you understand where I'm coming from. Maybe it's just me or mayb-"

   "pixie, now you're just rambling," I stepped away from her and held at arms length. "Pixie you know I don't do everything I do because I think you aren't an adult or woman enough to face this alone. I do this because I love you and I care about you. Plus what kind of boyfriend would I be if I stood on the sidelines while you did everything. Being with you means we share our burdens."
    
   
         She nodded. "I guess I'm just overthinking it," I gave her a kiss on the forehead and laced our hands together. "So I'm gonna get going, I don't wanna be late for my first day at work,"

   
        Marci was starting her new job as singer in a nearby restaurant. She had a beautiful voice and she loved to share it, it also didn't hurt to be payed while doing it. I remember the day I     met her, she was only seventeen at the time and I was twenty-four, we met at a hospital where she was having her chemotherapy. She had fought against cancer for two years before they declared her cancer free that very same day I met her. She would always says that God gifted her twice on a Thursday. I was battling some demons of my own that day, my brother was admitted into the hospital for seizures. He was diagnosed with cerebral palsy as a baby and I've taken responsibility for caring for his needs ever since. I honestly didn't know her age and neither did she know mine until the third date, by then we decided to continue the risky relationship because we couldn't deny what we felt for each other.

     "Hello, hello Sebastian, where did you wander off to?" She waved her hands in my face to grab my attention. "Sorry, spaced off a bit. What were you saying?" She laughed and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I was saying, before you rudely spaced out on me, that you can stay here longer if you'd like, I'm heading out to work but doesn't mean you have to go." She gave me a small smile. "No that's fine pixie, how bout I drop you off Im going to head home. I want to check up on Chris too. But I'll come by early in the morning with breakfast." "No I'll take my car, how else am I gonna get home?" She chuckled as she pointed out my mistake. I rolled my eyes. "Let's get going then."
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  I parked my car in the driveway and made my way towards the front of my parents house. Well the house really felt like my own instead of theirs, they practically didn't exist around here, always traveling and forgetting all about their special needs son. I sighed as I looked around the place I grew up in. My parents were rich, no doubt about that, this place was proof enough of my parents riches but I just hated that they ignored Chris to venture off around the world. To be completely honest this place was lonely. I offered Marci to move in with me when she turned eighteen but she refused and claimed it was too early in the relationship for that. I agreed with her since we had only had seven months together back then. Now we've had a year and two months since we met and I couldn't be happier. Ever since her chemo she never left the pixie hair cut hence my reason for naming her pixie. I chuckled as I remembered her initial reaction to the nickname, I guess it grew on her eventually.
      
    I made my way up the staircase towards Chris's room. I entered and saw Chris personal care taker silently reading a book while Chris slept. I took a seat in an armchair in his room and looked towards his caretaker. She was short, blonde hair tied up in a bun, and looked to be around her forties. "How's he been?" She looked at my brother and smiled. "Great, lots of energy today. Had him take his prescriptions, ate like a horse, and slept like a baby." I chuckled and immediately felt guilt for not being here all day. "Hey Jen, I'm uh sorry for being completely absent today, my girlfriend just moved so I thought I could help her unload a few things. I was being irresponsible when I didn't call-" "Sebastian no need to apologize, you don't need to be here everyday that's why they hired me, to be here for him," she had a sad look in her eyes as she looked at Chris. "I know but I like to be here for him anyways, I don't want to abandon him for days and let him think I'm like his parents," she sighed and said, "you are nothing like them, you should know that by now,"

     she looked away from me and nervously picked at invisible lint on her pants. "Jen whats wrong?" I asked as she cleared her throat. "Sebastian you know I love Chris as if he were my own and doing this is gonna hurt me more than it could possibly-" "Jen where are you going with this," she had a sad look in her eyes and said, "today is my last day Sebastian. My husband and I are moving to be closer to my mother. She has been diagnosed with a terminal illness and we no longer know how much time she has left." Her voice cracked and I couldn't be mad a her for leaving us. "I've already informed the agency of my leaving about two weeks ago and they've already got someone to take my place. She should be here tomorrow. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner I just felt like if I did I would be saying goodbye sooner to Chris," I rubbed my face with my hands and nodded. "I'm sorry about your mother and if there's ever anything I could do don't hesitate to ask. We're sad you're leaving us Jen but we understand it's something important for you, thank you for caring and loving Chris as if he were your own," she smiled. "That was never an issue, I love Chris and I hope this isn't the last time we see each other, I would like to come and visit you guys if you would allow me," "of course," she stood up and gave Chris a lingering kiss on the forehead and then came to me.

    She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. "Take care of yourself Sebastian, take care of Chris like you always have. I'll be leaving now since it's getting a bit late." She made her way towards the door. "You do the same Jen, we'll miss you. If you ever need anything just call." I said before she could leave. "I will. Goodbye Sebastian," she looked towards Chris, "Goodnight Chris," she then left and closed the door behind her.