𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 12: Trust Rowen Bates

Chapter 12: Trust Rowen Bates

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Rebecca I

2014 - London

Rebecca Hutman always thought of having a perfectly normal life. With a job at the museum with a reasonable wage; maybe a feline companion if she had the time to spend at her apartment; and perhaps a decent boyfriend who didn't think of her as someone obsessed with the dead. 

She's probably ticked about two of those things (not the companion one since having to babysit a museum filled with animals and exhibits were enough, a cat was just going to add onto the list).

Unless Larry Daley did secretly think she was obsessed with the dead. And even then, he couldn't say anything considering how his closest friends nowadays have been a wax president, a mummy and a poly-resin Native American woman (who are also her friends as well). 

However, despite ticking most of her mental boxes, normal was perhaps the wrong word to describe what her life has been for the past eight years. Nobody with a normal life didn't have to spend nights at a museum discussing history with the Sacagawea; or having to buy fifty packets of microwaveable popcorn for the exhibits' movie night. Nobody wouldn't usually just talk about their issues with an immortal woman and a pharaoh mummy like it was some therapy session. No: this wasn't normal to the average human being living on this earth.

It's why it took her a couple of years to get her head around this all. To bring all of this; this secret of the museum coming to life into her life was much like getting hit with a wave at the beach.

And it all began in meeting the man that now laid in the hospital bed beside her.

Larry Daley was the most ordinary man she ever met, and yet he was blanketed by the world of unordinary and showered by the unknown forces. Not that it was an insult. In fact: it was a blessing. To share the abnormal with someone normal was at least something that kept herself firm on the floor - to feel that even if it's strange: she wouldn't be alone in it. Not to mention, seeing the man for the first time awkwardly greet himself in front of her caught her staring at his blue-grey eyes, and that chiselled jaw could cut someone. He was every man's dream of handsome and made her heart flutter when she wakes up by his side. 

However, it wasn't all just his looks. In fact, it was far from it. As much as her biological instinct being attracted to an attractive man, for Rebecca: it was all about his personality. His resilience and eagerness. His ambition. But most importantly, his creativity. She never knew how he could think of things so easily when it takes her ten minutes to decide what to wear for the day despite her limited wardrobe. He could think of things on what to create, or do or even give. Like showing the exhibits how to play modern games or create contraptions to keep the animals tamed in their halls. How he could keep an entire museum from...basically setting itself on fire. 

He wasn't a leader. Well, not like what a leader would assume to be such as a general like Octavius or the president like Teddy Roosevelt. No, Rebecca saw Larry lead in an entirely different way. He thought of ways to unite the exhibits, to bring together what all of them would enjoy the most and let them bond over it. 

That was what Rebecca loved about Larry. 

When she first brought Larry to her parents for dinner, Larry had easily drawn them around his finger. They loved Larry to some extent, intrigued by his business and yet unsure by his erratic nature of changing careers. She wasn't surprised; her parents were sometimes difficult and not as opened minded as before. Just like the history books she's read, they were stagnant and stubborn to change.