The Troublesome Tale of Robin Tyler

..::< Family - 9 >::..

  When I woke up, I was in my new bed. Unaware of what time it was, and lacking a clock in my room, I slid out of the covers and looked out my window. The sun had set, but there was still a blue and orange tint in the horizon. If I had my things unpacked, I'd snap a shot of this moment and add it to my landscape binder.

I wondered what kind of fresh photos I'd be able to take around my new surroundings. It made me giddy to think about all the new exploring I'd be able to do. Being in a neighborhood might make it harder to find environmental settings, but I hoped that there might at least be a few interesting finds.

Bringing my mind back to reality, I closed the blinds as the rest of the sun set. I exited my room to attempt to find David. A savory smell filled my nose as soon as I came into the hallway. I followed the scent into the kitchen and found the person I was looking for. Who also happened to be in a black apron, pulling pork chops out of the oven.

"Good 'morning' sleepy." He greeted me with a dorky grin, turning to fully face me in order for me to realize that the apron he was wearing had the body of Deadpool on it. 

I couldn't help but smirk of course, I raised my brow and pointed at his choice of clothing for the evening. "Why?" was all I asked.

He laughed at my expression and out down the pan of pork chops. "Well, because we needed to eat dinner of course." He claimed, fully knowing that he completely mis-answered the question I had asked. I smiled at his jest.

More smells found their way to my nose, making my stomach rumble. "What else you making?"

"Mashed potatoes, steamed veggies, and croissants. That all okay?"

I nodded my head with a wide smile, "It sounds delicious." I paused for a moment and recalled our conversation before I had emotionally fallen asleep. David was a broken man, and I was a broken girl. I decided to make it my mission to work just as hard as he would to make us a happy family.

"Would you like some help?" I asked promisingly.

David smiled sweetly, "I've nearly finished the food," He stated as he moved onto a bowl of steaming potatoes, "But if you would like to set the table I would greatly appreciate it."

I nodded my head with a determined attitude. That should be easy enough.

The longer me and David were together, the more I began to realize how much we needed each other to fill those similar holes in our lives. I was going to enjoy living with him.

As I left the kitchen to the dining room, I had forgotten the fact that I had no idea where anything was. I turned back around and put my hands behind my back as I rocked back and forth on my heels.

"David?"

"Hm?" He asked, slightly turning away from his potatoes.

"Plates, silverware, napkins?" 

David paused and looked puzzled, as if he were just as clueless as I was, "You know what, I'm not sure I've unpacked them all yet. Since it's just been me, I've been mostly using paper plates and plastic forks from fast food places." He said as he looked at me with a guilty expression and shrugged.

I shook my head and laughed, "Wow, procrastinator much?" I joked.

He pretended to bow his head in shame.

I smiled knowing I was being a total hypocrite. Procrastination was one of my specialties. I walked towards the end of the kitchen where some boxes sat. David pointed out to me which one he thought the dishes were in. I opened it and began unloading.

Finally with everything I needed, I set our table up for dinner. Knowing David was nearly done and didn't need more help, I sat down.

One by one David presented our food to the table. The room was filled with a delicious aroma that made me realize how hungry I was. Sitting himself down, David offered me to take my servings first. My plate quickly became filled with all the savory food David had slaved over. And just as quickly as it was on my plate, it went in my belly.