Being Grateful (Laurance x Reader) | Aphmau Fanfiction| UNDER IMMENSE EDITING

Stupid Investigation (Part One)

(A/n): Play the music when you find the story is getting sappy/fluffy.

 

"I think I was just...desperate to get where I needed to be."

You stepped into the confines of your house, relishing the warm-quiet of the atmosphere. Your eyes immediately darted to the two figures on your couch. Removing your sword from your sheath, and its sheath from your waist, you hung up your equipment on a rack (one that Aaron had so kindly built for you—it was an odd gift, as you were surprised he even knew of your love of swords. You had barely even spoken to him...), grazing the wooden material gingerly with your fingertips. You let out a sigh.

You turned around once more, striding toward the couch where both Emmalyn and Valerie lay.

"Hey, Em?" you whispered, sitting on the arm of the couch while you lightly shook Emmalyn's shoulder. Her slow breathing began to pick up slightly and she suddenly awoke with a snort, drool pooling at the corner of her mouth, and her glasses sliding off her face. The sight made you smirk; almost laugh.

"W-What?!" Emmalyn muttered in surprise, one arm wrapped around Valerie whose head was pulled closely to the bespectacled girl's chest, and the other moving to adjust her glasses. Once she spotted you, she let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, my, Irene! You sure did give me quite the scare, (Y/n)..." Emmalyn sat up slowly, supporting a sleeping Valerie with both arms. You grinned, jumping over the couch's arm and landing on a cushion beside Emmalyn, earning a scowl on her part.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm babysitting two children rather than one?" the blonde chided while you rested your head against her right shoulder. You chuckled softly.

"Maybe you are?" Emmalyn rolled her eyes, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She didn't respond and instead, allowed a comfortable silence to stretch on, closing her eyes to the rhythmic flow of your breathing, enjoying the security your house provided.

It was rather large---your house---you'd wanted it to be that way. The house you owned back in Phoenix Drop was rather small, so you figured that building a larger one on this island would make up for the lost space. You weren't even certain you'd end up living here---if both you and Laurance would decide to live here---but you had it built anyway. At least you'd have more than one place to call home.

"Oh, right, I forgot to ask," Emmalyn began once a thought entered her mind. "How was the meeting? I just realized that you returned rather late." You hummed at the thought of today's previous events.

"Oh, yes," you paused as Emmalyn handed Valerie over to you, leaving you on the couch as she got up to enter the kitchen. "I have some...bad news."

Emmalyn glanced at you from her position behind the kitchen counter, peering just above her glasses. "Oh?" You nodded your head, looking down at Valerie's sleeping form in your arms. You pursed your lips together, taking one deep breath before uttering all at once:

"I think Aphmau is postponing our return to Phoenix Drop."

The clatter of a kitchen utensil.

There was a momentary silence; a silence so deafening, you could hear Valerie's light breathing echo into the dead-quiet.

"How---"

"I overheard Aphmau and Katelyn discussing the matter after the meeting; you can ask Travis." You shook your head slowly, resisting the strong urge to scream in frustration. If it weren't for Valerie, you would have done so long ago.