he was her warmth
she was his peaceCHAPTER TWELVE
SETH
It's been a few hours since I brought Daisy to my place. Dustin's already brought her school work and some clothes for the next couple of days.
She's basically been sleeping the whole time.
I was honestly so surprised when Dustin pulled me over to ask if she could stay with me.
Of course I said yes. How could I say no?
I glance at the sleeping girl next to me and feel a frown appear on my face for the hundredth time today.
Seeing her like this hurts my chest.
I notice her small body starts to move a little. I guess that's a good thing since it's almost time for dinner. Dustin told me to make her some soup, since apparently that's what he does whenever she gets sick.
I brush some of the hair out of her face. "Daisy, wake up." She whines quietly and moves further into the blankets. "Are you hungry? I can make you some soup if you want." I offer, while gently running my fingers through her hair.
She says something but it's muffled by the pillows and blankets surrounding her.
"I'll take that as a yes." I chuckle, before leaning down and kissing the top of her head. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
When I make it into the kitchen, I collect all of the stuff i'll need to make chicken noodle soup. Ten minutes into mixing the soup, I hear light footsteps getting closer.
I can guess who it is, since there's only one other person in my house.
I set the spoon down and turn around to see little Daisy standing at the entrance. She rubs her eyes tiredly. "Where's bubba?"
I send her a smile as I walk towards her. "He's at work. You're staying with me for a couple days, remember?"
She slowly nods and peeks around my larger figure. Her eyes light up. "Is it ready yet?"
I shake my head. "Not yet hun, soon." I slip my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me. I then use one of my hands to press it against her forehead. My eyes widen. "You're already cooling down. Do you feel any better?"
She shrugs. "A little."
"That's progress." I kiss her temple.
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Daisy
Teen FictionHe continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already ro...