All The Odds

Fifty

Bella stretched languidly in bed like a contented cat, feeling the ray of early morning sun brighten the room and her mood. Today was going to be a great day, she thought with a lazy smile. Today was the day everything must start to fall in place.

She sat up in bed and ran her hands through the light brown bedding, enjoying the silky softness of it to her skin. Her smile only widen as she stood and padded across the glorious guest bedroom in the house Iverson was now renting indefinitely.

Her eyes fell on the royal blue dress with rhinestones laced neckline that she had picked for the day and hung outside the closet, she ran her fingers through the breathable fabric as she walked passed it to the bathroom. She hadn't deem to wear a dress that flattering in a very long time but today was a special day and she intended to look her very best for her daughter's homecoming.

She was going to dress the way she felt; confident and over the moon. Although after taking a glance at her legs, her lips turned down in disapproval. The dress was short, she definitely needed to shave or she might scare people away no matter her confidence.

Bella hit the built in stereo on the bathroom wall as she entered, and like the cheapest clichés out there Iverson's voice instantly came alive through the speaker with one of his songs playing on the radio, she giggled and twirled her way to the medicine cabinet for any shaving product she could get.

Her becoming confidence might have more to do with the sessions she started with Claudia-the therapist imposed on her- more than the joyous fact of Lyric being discharged after four weeks but whatever, right?

She still wasn't sure how Iverson roped her into that one, she had been pretty sure she wasn't depressed but everyone else, including Dr. Silver had begged to differ. Now she'd gladly admit they were right, the sessions was working wonders for her mental health.

Bella got the shaving cream from the well organized cabinet in her favorite brand, it was no secret that Iverson had bent over backwards to make her moving in with him as easy and comfortable as possible. Even going as far as buying her a brand new Nissan Murano the day her car broke down on her way to the hospital and had to be towed.

She continued searching the cabinet for a razor or a shaving stick but there wasn't any in this well stacked cabinet, there wasn't even a scissor in the first aid kit. And come to think of it, Bella puckered her lips in thought, not once had she seen any sharp objects in this house since she moved in!

She'd tried to cook once but couldn't find a knife to cut anything, not even a simple corkscrew in plain sight and she had chunk it to probably not knowing where things were kept but now she was beginning to get another idea.

Getting angry at the thought Bella marched out of her room barefooted and headed straight for Iverson's, clad only in an old band t-shirt that was hardly covering her thong and morning hair all over the place but how hadn't Iverson seen her before?

He had taken it upon himself to personally cook most of the meals she ate, since she spent a lot of time with Lyric at the hospital and then more time with her therapist.

Yes, Iverson can actually cook now.

It had come as a surprise but unlike the smoking this was quite pleasant.

And when she'd teased him about it his response was;

"This girl I was really into told me she only had a thing for guys that could cook, so I hired a chef to teach me everything he knows. Thought I'd impress her someday."