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Past

And for the next few days, they are kind of alright.

The Hernandez was noted on Elle's condition and Danielle (being punch first, ask later kind of human) had punched Robert in the hallway thinking he had hurt her kleine schwester. Nobody had saw it coming and it had caused a little chaos on the 3rd floor.

'You have a little stain on your cheek.' She teased him the next day, holding out a handkerchief to wipe the 'stain' (aka the bruise)

'Ha ha.' He grunted, furiously flipping through his morning newspapers.

He had established a new schedule during her time in the hospital. After 12 pm; which mean he had ended his training, he would head straight to the hospital to replace Mama. 10 pm, Danielle would drop Mama noting on the ending of his shift.

And the cycle repeated for the few days.

Her progress was getting better and two days later after an intense cross-examination, Elle was discharged. Of course she didn't escape with nothing. She was highly warned about lessening the work and focus more on the rest. She found it restricting but Robert was 102% in.

Soon, the weekly housekeeper of Robert's residency found that the house was getting dustier as if he was rarely home and the drawer of Elle's house had dedicated itself to Robert's shirts and boxers.

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'Hey look at this, we are on the front page of Bild.'

It was the typical morning. Robert on the high stool in his jog short. His shirt was long abandoned by the sofa with his shoes and socks (knowing how much it irritated her)

Elle basically looked confused.

She was used to 1.sleeping alone 2.until 1 pm 3.undisturbed. Now, she found herself up awake right after he had left her at 6:45 am for his morning jog because he made such loud noises from opening the drawer to tripping on his own foot to the toilet.

After he left, she stayed in bed awake for the next 45 minutes, muffling the lyrics of Two Cinema Door Down against her honeydew scented pillow before headed to the kitchen.

That was roughly how their Saturday morning is.

Elle peeked over his shoulders and shrugged. 'Meh, what are they talking about?' She wiped the beads of sweat threatened to drip on her bowl of pancake bater.

' 't wash abot awer hospital twrip.' He said with mouthful of cereal.

'What?'

'It was about our hospital trip.'

'Nasty, Lew.' She flicked his ear and rested her chin on his bare shoulder as she started reading the headline.

Royal Baby of Polish coming thru!
-Lewandowski and his new eye-candy is expecting?
-Two spotted at the hospital together hands in hands
-Who is this girl?

'Just what I thought.'

She mumbled and kissed his sweat soaked cheek. 'Why do every time they see a footballer and a girl few inches close to the hospital--the girl has to be pregnant?' She started her rant as she slowly poured the bater in the Robert's favourite moulding; a star.

(He was excited, pulling one by one of Elle's pancake shaped molds when he discovered it existed in her household, 'Oh god look at all this shapes.' But he was in loved with yellow coloured star--because he is a star.)