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    Megan wakes several more times throughout the night, each time jolting awake in tears. In the morning


    when I wake up she is curled up against my side hugging my left arm tightly against her chest like it’s a


    prized teddy bear. I remain in bed, swapping between dozing and staring at the crack of light visible


    through her curtains contemting what time it might be and what I need to get done today. I probably


    need to clean my house, I’ve been quite ck with ittely while I’ve been moping. I need to make my


    bed properly, actually I should probably wash everything since it’s been on the floor and dragged


    around my home to make a fort. Oh and I definitely need to do some shopping, there is zero food in my


    house and it’s now highly likely that I’ll actually have guests again. I also owe Maggie a cup of tea at


    some point, if she saw the state if my home she would be horrified and probably start cleaning it for me


    which would only make me feel worse. Yep, definitely due for a deep clean today. Shopping first


    though, I’m out of basically everything, including cleaning supplies. n made, I settle in to wait for


    Megan to wake up. I doubt it will take that long. She usually gets up early, she might sleep a bitter


    since her sleep was so disturbed but sleeping habits are hard to break. I’m fairly sure the only reason


    I’ve woken so early is that im in an unfamiliar bed. and I slept so much the night before.


    As I expected, Megan starts to stir only about twenty minutes after I wake up. She almost immediately


    rolls out of bed and gets to her feet. She gives me a weak smile.


    “Breakfast?” She suggests. How is she so awake so quickly? Ugh, freakish morning person. From her


    smile I predict this will be another day of pretending that everything is fine. I still don’t know if this is a


    good or a bad coping mechanism, but I suppose there’s nothing to do about it other than try to support


    her as much as possible. I drag myself out of the warm nkets and follow Megan downstairs. I grab


    my phone on the way past. It’s about eight thirty in the morning. Okay, so early but not as bad as I


    thought. We reach the kitchen and I’m surprised to find Bemy up and making pancakes. Megan


    raises an eyebrow at him.


    “You’re up early. And you’re cooking?” She asks incredulously. A slight blush runs over Bemy’s face


    and he runs a hand through his hair awkwardly.


    “Well, you’ve had a hard couple of days and I just thought I would-” Megan cuts him off.


    “Yeah yeah, I know you feel all bad. But don’t even try to pretend you’re doing this for me.” She nudges


    me with her elbow before guiding me to take a seat on one of the stools at the


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    bench. She drops into the seat next to me.


    “I will however take advantage of your sudden domestic streak. I’m starving.”


    A couple minutester Megan and I are happily eating pancakes with lemon and sugar while Bemy


    leans on the other side of the bench watching us with a contented smile. Megan


    wanders off to go get herself showered and dressed for the day and I stay where I am.


    “You didn’t really go to all this effort for me did you?” I ask and he shrugs at me with a slight grin.


    “Of course I did. Megan’s not the only one whose been having a tough time recently. But mostly I just


    wanted to impress you.“he admits. I can’t help butugh.


    “Mission aplished then.” I smile. Meganes thundering back down the stairs, she’s clutching


    an armful of books and a bag that’s hanging open. Her hair is wet and she lookspletely frazzled.


    She drops everything on the bench and begins loading up the bag.


    “I was going to take this week off but now I think heading back to my sses sounds like the perfect


    distraction. I messaged Darrien and he will be here to get me in a minute. If we make good time I can


    still make my first ss. Sorry to ditch you so quickly but I don’t wanna bete.” Megan dashes around


    the counter and hugs Bemy. She grabs her bag then hugs me too before rushing out the front door


    before either of us canprehend the whirlwind of motion. I hear the front door mming behind her.


    “Well then. I guess that I don’t need to include Megan in my ns for the day.” I conclude. Bemy


    laughs.


    “I


    guess not.” I take my dishes as well as Megan’s to the sink and begin rinsing them off. I squeak in


    shock when Bemy slides his hands around my waist from behind and leans in to


    kiss me on the cheek.


    “And what are your ns for today?” He asks as I drop the clean dishes into the rack next to the sink.


    He steps away as I grab the towel and wipe off my hands, giving me a little space.


    “Nothing too fun. I need a ride home if you or someone else can take me, then I have grocery shopping


    and general household chores to do.” Bemy nces up at the clock on the fridge


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    door and sighs.


    “I have work to do so I can’t take you myself, but just give me a few minutes and I’ll arrange a guard for


    you today. Aaron should be avable. I’ll give him a call.” Bemy grabs his phone off the counter but I


    grab his wrist before he can make the call.


    “I really only need a ride home, having guards twenty four hours a day is really a bit excessive. Nothing


    has happened since that one time and they were after you not me anyway. I’m sure there are better


    ways those guys could be spending their time than watching me clean my house.” I point out. Bemy


    frowns, displeased.


    “Has someoneined about it? You’re my… well, keeping you safe is a priority.” He says hotly. I


    roll my eyes.


    “That’s very sweet of you, and no, no one hasined about guarding me. It’s just a waste of their


    time and it makes me ufortable. I mean you have people waiting around while I’m sleeping!” I


    comin, frustrated. Bemy crosses his arms across his chest stubbornly.


    “Being asleep doesn’t magically make you safe, in fact it makes you less safe.” He argues.


    “Megan doesn’t have to have someone stay while she’s sleeping.” I blurt out. Bemy is already


    shaking his head..


    “Megan lives here with me, she has me at night, she doesn’t need another guard.” A slight “You are


    more than wee to stay here if you don’t want to have smile crosses his face.


    guards at night. I’m sure Megan wouldn’t mind if you moved in.” I take two hack and


    almost trip over one of the kitchen stools.


    “Absolutely not. It’s waaay too soon to even THINK about that kind of thing.” I lecture him. He shrugs,


    I’m fairly sure he didn’t actually expect me to take him up on the suggestion so he isn’t particrly


    offended.


    “The offer is there if you change your mind, and in the meantime, you keep the guards.” He insists. I


    re at him and turn my back, I’m not sure I want to see his reaction to my next


    argument.


    “You can’t force me to keep them Bemy. I’m not a child who needs a babysitter. I would


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    hate to call the police on someone who is just doing their job, but if that’s the only way then. I’ll do it.” I


    feel awful even suggesting it, but I am serious. The constant guards are grinding on my nerves. I’m


    used to spending most of my time alone and now I don’t remember thest time I was properly by


    myself. Bemy grabs my shoulders and spins me around forcing me to look at him. I think he’s trying


    to decide if I mean it. I hold his gaze to show I have no intention of backing down. A variety of emotions


    cross his face. First anger, then concern,


    anxiety? Then determination.


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