The Odd Couple - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 11 - Happiness Isn't Happiness Without A Violin Playing Goat

LUCY

We talked for another hour or so over more tea and coffee. Gently getting to know each other a little bit.

I guess he was subtly trying to find out if I  have any big 'dealbreakers'  going on in my life. Something that might affect our new arrangement.

He'll find out for himself soon enough, though. That I'm as boring as they come. Ergo I have no actual life to speak of.

He told me about his son Mingus and I heard his incredible love for him in every word.

I adore being with kids. Sometimes, a lot more than I do being around adults. So I find I'm looking forward to meeting Norman's son more and more.

For a guy who appears quite modest about his fame and all that? The look on his face when he had to explain the whole Walking Dead / Daryl Dixon thing to me....was priceless.

Even after I admitted that I rarely watch the telly nowadays? He seemed a bit, not quite piqued....but like his ego had lost a tiny bit of air? Not that he comes across as self-absorbed.

He's very much the opposite in fact.

When Norman talked about his work and the many things he has on the go, he gave me the impression of being incredibly conscientious. About giving everything he does, his all.

I just wonder how he finds the time to do everything.

He gives a grimace when his phone rings again. So far, he's ignored all its little pings and other noises.

"Sorry, Lucy....it's work. I really have to take this one"  And with that, he wandered out into the lounge.

I climb off from my chair and begin tidying up the kitchen. With Eye sinuously curling around my ankles, hoping for a treat or another cuddle.

Norman was stunned at how quickly he'd taken to me....unheard of apparently. But I learnt a long time ago. That the more you ignore them? The more a cat wants to be with you.

Love in small doses is the key. Though it's hard, because all I want to do is stick my face in his belly and purr.

Sasha keeps telling me that men should be ignored, exactly the same as cats. But I doubt I could ever be that cruel or have that  much willpower.

I shake my head to clear it. When a vision of me nuzzling Norman's tummy pops in.

Jeezus, Lucy!

My eyes wander around the kitchen and I'm kinda amazed actually. At how neat it is. Pretty much spotless actually.

Guess it was mean of me. To have automatically assumed, that Norman's housekeeping skills would be akin to Sasha's brothers. Or even my very own big one.

The only way you can get those guys to throw their rubbish in a bin? Is to tell them it's the equivalent of playing beer pong.

Norman had mentioned that he calls a cleaning service occasionally. And was happy when I told him my friend will start back next week with her family. Happiness turned into ecstasy, when he found out that Thuy often cooks extra Vietnamese food for me.

And now by default....him.

*

'Well, Lucy-Loo. You better get on with it'  I thought, picking up a suitcase and heading upstairs.

I open the door of my favourite guestroom and go to push one of my bags in with my foot....

Okaaaay, not this one then.