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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦: 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

One Month Later

     DEREK DUSTS HIS HANDS off onto his jeans, looking up at the house. "Done."

     He has finished repainting the house. The white paint that had previously been covering the house had began to chip away and made the house look rather ratty, so Lydia had asked Derek to repaint it while she looked after the pups. Derek smiles at his work and walks inside, only to meet his Mate with a 'what do you think you're doing' look on her face.

     "You are so not traipsing paint through the house," Lydia says, a smirk on her usually angelic face. "Shoes off outside."

     Derek chuckles but does as she says, taking his shoes off outside and then walking in with only socks on his feet. "Is this better, Lyds?"

     "Much better."

     Lydia pecks him on the cheek and then walks back into the kitchen. It is then that Derek smells the aroma of corned silverside being cooked. He walks up behind her and is about to wrap his arms around her waist when he remembers that he is covered in paint. Lydia looks over her shoulder and laughs. He does look quite funny.

     He has on a pair of loose fitting jeans and an old t-shirt that looks like it has been to hell and back ten times over. He has white paint splattered all over his jeans and shirt, and he looks like he spilt half a bucket of paint onto himself. He has white paint drying in his hair from where Peter was helping him earlier and accidentally dropped his paintbrush onto Derek's head.

     "You should go have a shower before dinner," Lydia says, her voice laced with amusement.

     Derek rolls his eyes, a smile on his face. "Yes, dear."

     Lydia wacks him over the head with her wooden spoon before turning back to her cooking. She starts humming some song, and Derek tunes his hearing to it as he has his showers. Lydia stops humming as soon as she recognises the song. Her eyes start to glisten with fresh tears and her heart starts to speed up slightly.

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