I woke this next morning to find that he wasn't bedside me anymore. I got up and threw on my hoodie. The house was warm, despite the marble floor being freezing. I walked down and into the kitchen where the maid was cooking.
"Hi, um, where's Jason?"
"Oh, Mr.McFarlane, he said he was going to go to the shop really quickly and wouldn't be longer than an hour."
"Ok, cool, what you cooking?"
"Your breakfast, Madam."
"Oh, really? Wow, thanks."
"The living room is just down the hall if you like I can call you when i have it ready."
"Do you need any help?"
"No,no I am ok, thank you."
"Ok, well, thanks again!"
I felt a grin growing across my face. This is the first time anyone had made me breakfast in a long time. The maid was quite elderly and chubby. She reminded me of my grandma, she used to take care of me when I was young. She would make pancakes for when I woke up.
While I was sitting on the sofa, tears welled up in my eyes. My mother had cut off every possible way of me to reach my grandma, she said she treated me too good and I didn't deserve it. I remember the last day I had seen my grandma, she was sitting in her armchair, holding my hand telling me that everything would turn out ok. I wondered was there any way to track her down. At this point, I was in tears with my legs pulled up to my chest and my head in my knee's.
"Whoa, baby what's wrong?"
I looked up to see Jason in the doorway.
"Sorry, I hadn't heard you come in."
"No, baby its ok, tell me what's wrong?"
He wrapped his arms around me and swayed me back and forth. I told him what had happened and how it all brought back memories. He held me for what felt like forever but I loved every minute of it. He got up and held out his hand, I grabbed onto it and he pulled me up.
"Come on, breakfast, you still have to eat."
We ate breakfast as he told me he had gone to get a few things for the house.
"And..." He walked to the door and came back with at least 10 full bags, "these are for you."
I didn't know what to say. These were the best brands. I stood up and kissed him, he ran his fingers threw my hair and pushed me against the wall. Thinking about it, that was our first real kiss. It felt right though. I hauled the bags up the stairs and into the room. I checked my phone: 14 missed call and 8 messages.
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