Troye stood in the back entrance for a moment or so looking at the stables, thinking of Jacob, alone, gathering up whatever he needed for his ride.
He turned away and stopped himself from standing there until Jacob got back. They needed space. They went from zero to one hundred way too quickly. They both knew that somewhere deep inside they wanted this to work.
As he ascended the stairs he thought about the uncharted parts of the house. All the things he haven't seen. He had some time to explore. Instead of turning down the hallway like usual he turned the other way, going to towards what Jacob told him was his parents room and other unnecessary add ons to his home.
He rounded the corner almost feeling like he was breaking the law, Jacob's rules never said he couldn't walk over her they just said he could go inside his parents room, which was normal and Troye had no desire to go in there anyway.
He simply walked, admiring the family pictures, this side of the house had a lot of painted portraits of what Troye assumed was Jacob's father.
He stopped at one in the middle of the hall. It was a family portrait. A younger, but not too much younger Jacob sat in the middle of his parents. His mother had on hand on the back of what looked like a throne and his father had his hand rested on his shoulder. Jacob had the most prominent lips, red like roses, matching his mother's. His eyes though, those were all his father.
"They were a fine family."
Troye jumped, his hand holding his chest as his heart raced under his fingertips. Wanda stood behind him giggling a little bit.
"Oh love I didn't mean to scare you like that. Where's Jacob?"
Troye regained himself, letting his heart rate go back to normal before he even dared opened his mouth. He felt like a prisoner that was found out of his cell during the middle of the night.
"He's with Elf."
She nodded. Her hand sat promptly on her hip as she examined the straight faces of the family in the photo. A horribly perceived image of the real Jacob, a rather happy boy once you got to know him.
"He didn't invite you?"
She looked at him in question. Her eyes roaming his for any sign of an answer. Either she knew everything or nothing and Troye couldn't figure out which it was.
"He did."
"You said no? I thought you were becoming inseparable."
Troye let out a low laugh that Wanda smiled along to. Troye pieces his words together carefully.
"We had a fight last night, our first fight."
Wanda wrapped her arm around Troye, pulling him closed to her as he rested his head against her chest.
"You've fought before, you'll get over it."
Troye sighed shaking his head as she cradled him like a small animal.
"It was different this time, he was so angry and it was all my fault. It truly was, I'm the biggest mess up to over walk the earth."
If Troye could he would've just heard Wanda's heart break in half. Maybe he needed more than a creative outlet or time alone or sex. He needed to wipe his slate clean.
"How about you come into the kitchen with me, I'll show you around and I'll make you some hot chocolate. How does that sound?"
Troye took a deep breath and smiled, an actual smile where his eyes crinkled and his heart fluttered.
