The Rain Brings Flowers

Ch. 3

The boys were all tucked in there beds in a shared room. I was doing the dishes while contemplating starting laundry. Is that too invasive? Not all. Once the dishes where done and drying I headed into the garage where I saw the washer through the door. I was really surprised at how clean the house was, I expected a mess. I started a new load and took in the one I found in the dryer to fold it. The front door creaked open and in walked Luke. I flushed a little, but continued to fold the small pair of boxers in my hands.

"I was able to start a load before work. I don't like to let it set in the washer,"was all he said before taking a seat on the couch and folding with me. We sat in companionable silence just folding the load of small shirts, holey socks, and mix-matched washcloths. His golden locks covered his eyes, but didn't shield the grin from my view. He was smiling. It looked good him.

Maybe I could come over in the morning. I wasn't even away from the boys yet and I missed them. "What do you work tomorrow?" I asked taking the washcloths to unknown bathroom. Upon walking in I was horrified yet, relieved. There was toothpaste in the sink, hair in the shower drain, and the toilet paper was sitting on the floor. I guess he isn't superman after all.

"I'm off, I was planning on cleaning in here tomorrow." He picked up the dirty clothes that littered the floor. "It is the room of least priority."

"I can tell." I teased. We continued to pick up the little room. I scrubbed the tub, and he cleaned the sink.

"Why are asking anyways? Are you gonna make me breakfast in bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"In your dreams, Luke." I laughed. "But I will grace you with my presence." We were lounging on the couch, having left the bathroom sparkly clean. "I mean if you don't mind. I want to treat the boys to a pancake breakfast..." I whispered the the last part, thinking I might be insane. I haven't known the guy personally for but a few hours, and I already invited myself over to his place.

"As long as you're not here too early. I don't need a perky blond bouncy around my house when I'm trying to sleep." He yawned and stretched his long arms, causing one to fall around my shoulders. I was going to say something. Something defensive. Maybe something teasing. But I said nothing. His snoring stopped me.

I glanced at the clock and realized it was über late. Seeing as I was about two hours past my ten o'clock curfew, I slipped from under Luke's arm. I gathered my purse, threw on my jacket, and opened my umbrella, I do not believe it's seven years bad luck to open one in a house, but I couldn't leave just yet.

Luke looked just like a child himself slumped on the couch, his faced smooshed into a cushion. His shaggy hair cover his sleeping eyes. He needed someone to care for him too. I took a blanket of the back of the and laid it over him, and slipped a throw-pillow under his snoring head. I looked down at him again and stroked his hair once, then left the house more determined than before to help this family.

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After I dropped Abby off at the library it was 9:20 on a lovely Saturday morning. It was also the perfect amount of time to run by the grocery store to pick up all I needed for the mornings pancake breakfast.

Erney, the owner of the store, greeted me as walked into the store. I headed straight for the breakfast isle, after saying hello back to Erney. I picked up everything I needed for the pancakes and all the fixings, but I also picked up some fruit,veggies, and that one needs to make a good warm soup. I thought they would like soup because the air was bitter cold this morning. After checking out, I was surprised to find the damage to be below forty bucks.

Excitement bubbled in my stomach on the way Luke's, I couldn't wait to see the boys. Are they morning people? I hoped so, because I am. A peppy song ended on the radio as I pulled into the driveway adding a pleasing feeling that had settled around me.