I quickly walk inside, as soon as I'm in the door I stomped 5 times to get Amanda to come help me. I watch as she runs downstairs. She grabbed the bags from me and I signed to her 'help hot guy walk me home with groceries need you to tranlate'. The guy I still don't know the name of walks inside. I sign to Amanda telling her to tell him my name and hers.
"Hello, my name is Amanda and this is SunRise, thank you for helping her carry the groceries home." Amanda says surprisingly politly.
"Hey, I'm Eastan, you're welcome it was no problem at all." I know that I'm probably never gonna see him again, but I can't help but notice how cute he is. I hear a baby crying, so I sign to Amanda and tell her I gotta take care of Oscar. She nods and I run upstairs. As I'm running upstairs I can hear Easton asking what I was doing. God this is so embarrassing. I never liked people finding out that I'm and orphan and live in an orphanage. I walk into the nursery and walk over to Oscar's crib. As soon as I pick him up he nuzzles into my chest and quiets down. There was a pounding on the steps, heavier than the girls and the boys. This confuses me so I walk to the door and look out. To my surprise I see Easton! Wow not something I expected but okay. He looks at me and see's that I'm holding a baby. I put Oscar down in his crib and walk over to the posted notes on the table.
'Can I help you with something?' I wrote down on the sticky note. I handed the note to him.
"I was wondering if everything is okay."
'Yup everything is just fine.' I replied.
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Hey my Lost Beauties I'm sorry this chapter is so short but I hope you love it, please like the chapter, also if you want your name in my book or a name you like just comment and I will add it.
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The Mute Princess (ON HOLD)
RandomJust read it and find out. Will be strong language but most likely no smut cuz I'm horrible at writing that shit. Was a Peter Pan story but I just can't fit it into the story at this point.
