28- Babysitting and board games


    A couple hourster, Darrien and I are sitting ying Monopoly at the table when there’s a knock at the


    door. Darrien answers it and returns with a package of food. I’m grateful for the diversion because he is


    absolutely dominating the game. He is far morepetitive than I would have expected. He drops the


    package on the bench and I open it up. I find three, tightly sealed containers of what looks like chicken


    soup as well as some fresh, warm bread. This meal was clearly chosen in consideration of Logan. I


    shoot Bemy a quick text.


    Ryann- The food arrived. It was very thoughtful of you. Thank you.


    Bemy–You’re wee.


    I transfer the soup into proper bowls and Darrien finds a knife and slices the bread. I ce one bowl of


    soup on a tray and pour another ss of orange juice. Darrien adds a couple slices of bread to the tray.


    “Thanks, you sit and eat. I’ll take this to Logan.” Darrien nods. I carefully carry the tray to my room and


    ce it on the bedside table. I pat Logan gently on the arm.


    “Logan sweetie. It’s time for you to eat something.” He wakes slowly, he’s clearly very groggy. He sits


    up a bit and I help him adjust the pillows around him to make it morefortable.


    “How are you feeling?” I ask.


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    “Not so good.” he answers miserably.


    “Has Nana called you?” he asks. I shake my head.


    “Not yet, but she’s probably busy. I promise I’ll tell you as soon as I hear from her. Now, I have some


    food for you. Do you think you can eat a bit?” Logan shrugs. I ce the tray on hisp and he is careful


    not to knock it.


    “Try and eat a bit. Then, you can go back to sleep if you want.” Logan nods. He looks exhausted. I


    watch him have his first spoonful then I leave him be. When I return to the


    living area, Darrien has set up my own meal at the table. He’s also poured me a drink and set


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    some bread out for me.


    “Thanks.” Iment as I sit down. He nods.


    “Alpha Kane messaged. He told me to make sure you eat properly.” Aaaaand the formalities are back.


    He gives me a look that implies there is something highly significant about Bemy’s actions. I roll my


    eyes at him.


    “Just eat Darrien. Then you can get back to kicking my butt in Monopoly.” I tell him grumpily. He.


    shes me a smile.


    “dly.”


    After lunch, as nned, Darrien and I continue our game of Monopoly. Honestly at this point I know I’m


    doomed, but I can at least make winning as troublesome for him as possible by hanging in and being


    generally irritating. I am just about to call it quits and let Darrien know that he has officially won the


    game and the apanying bragging rights when my phone goes off. It’s from an unknown number. I


    snatch the phone up quickly.


    “Hello?” I ask. Maggie’s worried voicees tumbling through the line


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    “Ryann! How is he? I’m so sorry. I was out shopping then I thought I’d get lunch and there must have


    been bad signal because I never got your calls and I forgot to charge my phonest night so it was


    going t and then I saw your text but my phone went t before I could answer so I borrowed a phone


    to call you from this lovely waiter who has been just so helpful. Thank goodness I had your number


    memorised! I’m heading straight back now, I should only be another half an hour or so. I’m so sorry!”


    Her words alle out in one long stream.


    “Maggie, breathe. Logan’s fine. He’s resting in my room now. We watched a movie, had chicken soup


    for lunch and he has been a perfect angel. It’s no trouble at all.” I choose not to mention that I had to


    call in sick to work because of this. There’s no need to make her feel worse than she already does.


    “Would you like to talk to him quickly? He’s been waiting for you to call.” I offer.


    “Yes please sweetheart. I’ll have to keep it quick, this young man needs his phone back after all.” I can


    hear a man in the back ground reassuring her that it’s no trouble and to take her


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    time. I head into my room. Logan seems drowsy but he’s eaten about half the food I gave him and


    ced the tray on the bedside table.


    “Logan sweetie, I have your Nana on the phone. She wants to talk to you okay?” I hand him. the


    phone. His eyes light up as he takes the device and presses it to his car.


    “Nana? Yeah I’m okay. Ryann has been taking good care of me. Her friend too. He’s a Shifter you


    know, but he


    nly looks scary. No Nana I didn’t ask him to shift, I promised you i wouldn’t. Okay, I’ll tell you about it


    later. I’ll see you soon Nana. Love you. Bye.” Logan ends the call and hands me back my phone.


    “Nana said she’s hanging up so she can get on the bus quickly and get home.” he informs me. I nod.


    “Of course, I’m sure she won’t be long. Why don’t you lie back down and rest some more okay?” Logan


    nods and snuggles down into the covers. The poor kid certainly looks crook. Hopefully this is just one


    of those 24 hour bug things and he’ll be better by morning. I head. back to the living room where


    Darrien is packing away the Monopoly pieces.


    “Maggie should be here in the next half hour or so. She identally let her phone go t.” I exin.


    Darrien nods. Actually, while I’m thinking about phones, I should probably get Darrien’s number. I


    mention it to him and he gestures for me to hand him my phone so he can add his number. Once he


    finished adding it, I text him a bunch of smiley faces and exmation marks so he’ll have my number.


    He tries to keep a straight face as he receives the text but he fails and a smile slips out. Sess.


    When I told Bemy I was a little concerned about Darrien I meant it. The


    poor guy has probably been a wreck and has had no one to talk to about it. At least now he can talk to


    me if he wants. It does suck that he figured out everything about Bemy and I, although for some


    reason he seems morefortable around me because of it. I guess it evens the score between us a


    little. Not to mention he hasn’t tried to call me ‘miss‘ again since our discussion. So, the n to befriend


    Darrien apparently only required us both to identally reveal our deepest darkest secrets. Who


    knew? I set about washing the dishes from lunch. My kitchen is tiny and there’s no space to leave


    mess about. Plus I only have a few bowls, I would rather wash them now than when I’m actually hungry


    later. Even the smallest task feels like it takes forever when you’re hungry and that task stands


    between you and eating. I’m just putting away thest dish when there’s a knock at the door. Once


    again, Darrien answers it.