Bobcat

Rings and Red Arm Chairs

Chapter Songs:
Cold Coffee - Ed Sheeran
Fix You - Coldplay
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Delia's POV:

Cole's arms were wrapped tightly around my body as I curled closer into him. His arms tightened around me in his sleep. I pulled away slightly, reaching up to push away the one curl that lingered against the side of his face. It always did that and it was my favorite strand of hair. It curled just slightly against the spot just beside his eye. His lips were parted slightly as his cheek was pressed flush against the dark blue pillow case. His cheeks were a rosy red. I pushed my fingers lightly through his hair. I smiled sleepily to myself as I carefully pulled out of his grasp. He rolled over slightly in his sleep from the lack of being in his arms.  He reached for the pillow.

I crawled out of bed, picking up his shirt from the floor. I pulled it over my head before pulling my dark yoga pants back on. The shirt hung to the middle of my thighs as I quietly walked across the dark wooden floors. I shut the door behind me, walking through the hall and down the stairs. I stifled a yawn as I hit the bottom step.

Melanie was already sitting in the big red dark leather chair that she was sitting in last night. She had a cup of coffee beside her and her reading glasses were sitting on top of her head along with a mass pile of her long dark hair. She was reading a book peacefully as the sun shone through the old windows, the patterns in the glass skewing the light into patterns on the floor. The stained glass from the front door leaving a slight colors across her focused face. I walked up to her quietly, her unnoticing until I slowly slid my arms around her shoulders, burying my face in her neck.

Her slim hand gently slid over my arm as she turned her head slightly. She turned her page in her book before dog earing the top corner, closing it with a soft thud.

"I would have asked which child this was, but my boys are definitely not as gentle as you are, Delia," she whispered with a soft smile. "Thank you for getting that unfortunate girl out of my house last night. The bruises on her face might have been a bit much, but I was definitely wrong about you." I couldn't help but smile at her words. I buried my face in her neck sleepily. "What do you want for breakfast? Pancakes and bacon sound okay to you? There's coffee in the kitchen to bide us time." I nodded slowly as I started to pull away. She looked up at me with a warm motherly smile before gently gripping the shirt I was wearing between her fingers. "Someone got something last night. No doubt he saw what happened last night as anything less than attractive."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I followed behind her into the kitchen. This woman was too straight forward. I guess it's where Cole learned it from.

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Cole's POV:

I woke up in my room at my mother's house. The bed next to me was empty and cold. The clock next to the bed reading no later than nine. My shirt from yesterday was missing from the floor, so I pulled on an old pair of skin tight soccer sweats from high school with an old high school track and field shirt. It smelled of ceder. I pushed my fingers through my hair as I started walking down the hallway. Dylan's door was still shut. I frowned gently before walking down the stairs. Mom wasn't in her usual chair. The old red tattered leather chair was empty, but I could smell the slight beginnings of bacon and what could either be pancakes or waffles. I started walking towards the kitchen when I heard them.

"I never liked Nova, but that took the cake. I always had my suspicions about her, but I never-"

"Mom?" Delia whispered, seemingly out of nowhere. "Cole last night said he was trying to marry me in a response that was meant for you, and I keep getting tagged on twitter asking what the ring looks like. I just sit in total confusion. Does he really already want that?"