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stool, rounding the bench to make coffee.
“I'll stay with her, I'll send Jerry a message saying I'm sick or something.” I shrugged as I turned on the rattler.
He said nothing and for a brief moment I wished that he had at least said thanks. I was only ditching an important meeting so that he could hide the truth about his life from his friends. It's not as if we're having the meeting about the country wide tour that will span an entire year that we're about to go on. A meeting that it might be rather important that I attend considering I'm the assistant to the band.
I pursed my lips as I made my coffee, refusing to get strung out by his lack of gratitude.
“You should check your phone Fraser, Jerry will have sent a message to you as well.”
When I looked up he was gone, leaving me with my favorite task. Deleting more offensive emails.
Fraser left about half an hour after that rather lacking conversation. There was no talk of what happened, no discussion for the future and it left me wondering if I was just a mere convenience. It's okay, Eden's here. She's good for a free fuck and don't worry about tomorrow, it will all be normal again.
Treacherous thoughts were cast aside in favor of housework. Sheets stripped and washed, bottles prepared, floors swept and breakfast dishes packed into the dishwasher. By lunch time I had tidied the house to a reasonable level, not that it was dirty beforehand. Fraser seemed to be a rather clean person.
Not satisfied with sitting around doing nothing I made a lasagna for dinner, leaving it to rest in the oven. At least if little miss decides to fuss again the meal will be in there and reasonably warm. I laid her into the cot after her lunch bottle, looking at the sweet features and tiny limbs. It was annoying how he hadn't picked a name for her but in a way I could understand. He didn't want to become attached to her and then have her ripped away by her real father. Though there was something about it that made me believe that she really was his. Maybe her mother hadn't been with anyone in her cycle before having sex with Fraser, maybe she hadn't been with anyone after either.
I replied to the email from Reese. I'd prefer to call my family but sometimes our lives didn't allow for it. She was somewhere in the UK and the time differences were a pain in the ass so we had decided that emailing each other was ideal. She started off by saying that she'd seen the latest round of pictures that I'd been in that were splashed all over the internet. Reese always offered a positive view on things. She'd say that I was looking bootilicious when really she was trying to say my ass looked fat in the photo. It was sweet of her but my ass wasn't that big, it was the cameras fault. And even if it wasn't, I didn't care. I wasn't going to starve myself to be model thin, I didn't see the point in it. My life didn't allow for fad diets or rigid regimes. Love me the way I am or piss off, that's my motto.
Lunch came and went, an afternoon sitting at the computer drinking coffee left just as fast. Tending to the baby seemed to be the most interesting thing for me to do. Night fell and I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Fraser. I didn't want to be controlling or restrictive of him considering that we hadn't actually established what we were, if we were anything at all. But the fact that it was night and I hadn't heard from him was annoying.
There was a subtle sinking feeling in my gut that I was being used, a convenient fuck coupled with a live in babysitter. The man was clearly off leading the high life with his mates while poor old Eden was stuck in a house that really wasn't hers looking after a kid that wasn't hers either.
Eight o'clock passed without a peep. I ate the lasagna by myself. It was great, shame I had to enjoy it on my own. Nine o'clock arrived and I packed the remaining lasagna into the refrigerator. Ten o'clock crept up on me as I cleaned the kitchen and moved the cot into my room. Eleven
“I'll stay with her, I'll send Jerry a message saying I'm sick or something.” I shrugged as I turned on the rattler.
He said nothing and for a brief moment I wished that he had at least said thanks. I was only ditching an important meeting so that he could hide the truth about his life from his friends. It's not as if we're having the meeting about the country wide tour that will span an entire year that we're about to go on. A meeting that it might be rather important that I attend considering I'm the assistant to the band.
I pursed my lips as I made my coffee, refusing to get strung out by his lack of gratitude.
“You should check your phone Fraser, Jerry will have sent a message to you as well.”
When I looked up he was gone, leaving me with my favorite task. Deleting more offensive emails.
Fraser left about half an hour after that rather lacking conversation. There was no talk of what happened, no discussion for the future and it left me wondering if I was just a mere convenience. It's okay, Eden's here. She's good for a free fuck and don't worry about tomorrow, it will all be normal again.
Treacherous thoughts were cast aside in favor of housework. Sheets stripped and washed, bottles prepared, floors swept and breakfast dishes packed into the dishwasher. By lunch time I had tidied the house to a reasonable level, not that it was dirty beforehand. Fraser seemed to be a rather clean person.
Not satisfied with sitting around doing nothing I made a lasagna for dinner, leaving it to rest in the oven. At least if little miss decides to fuss again the meal will be in there and reasonably warm. I laid her into the cot after her lunch bottle, looking at the sweet features and tiny limbs. It was annoying how he hadn't picked a name for her but in a way I could understand. He didn't want to become attached to her and then have her ripped away by her real father. Though there was something about it that made me believe that she really was his. Maybe her mother hadn't been with anyone in her cycle before having sex with Fraser, maybe she hadn't been with anyone after either.
I replied to the email from Reese. I'd prefer to call my family but sometimes our lives didn't allow for it. She was somewhere in the UK and the time differences were a pain in the ass so we had decided that emailing each other was ideal. She started off by saying that she'd seen the latest round of pictures that I'd been in that were splashed all over the internet. Reese always offered a positive view on things. She'd say that I was looking bootilicious when really she was trying to say my ass looked fat in the photo. It was sweet of her but my ass wasn't that big, it was the cameras fault. And even if it wasn't, I didn't care. I wasn't going to starve myself to be model thin, I didn't see the point in it. My life didn't allow for fad diets or rigid regimes. Love me the way I am or piss off, that's my motto.
Lunch came and went, an afternoon sitting at the computer drinking coffee left just as fast. Tending to the baby seemed to be the most interesting thing for me to do. Night fell and I hadn't seen hide nor hair of Fraser. I didn't want to be controlling or restrictive of him considering that we hadn't actually established what we were, if we were anything at all. But the fact that it was night and I hadn't heard from him was annoying.
There was a subtle sinking feeling in my gut that I was being used, a convenient fuck coupled with a live in babysitter. The man was clearly off leading the high life with his mates while poor old Eden was stuck in a house that really wasn't hers looking after a kid that wasn't hers either.
Eight o'clock passed without a peep. I ate the lasagna by myself. It was great, shame I had to enjoy it on my own. Nine o'clock arrived and I packed the remaining lasagna into the refrigerator. Ten o'clock crept up on me as I cleaned the kitchen and moved the cot into my room. Eleven
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