Week Fifteen: Friday When: Late Where: Sam's room Who: Sam and Kiernan
With her evenings filled with watching Alana, the days seemed to pass by much more quickly. After classes she actually had something to look forward to and even though she always left exhausted, she just couldn't seem to get enough of that little girl. It was painfully obvious that her biological clock had planned to wreck havoc on her system but Alana's presence in her life seemed to mute it a bit. And for that she was grateful. Children were not something she saw in her near future or even distant future as sad as it was to admit. So she would be content taking what she could from that bouncing ball of limitless energy until the day she would have to inevitably walk away. A day she rather not think of.
Today, her time with Alana had been filled with mastering the hand clapping songs and playing hopscotch outside. Easton would be paying for that one later, mark her words. If he somehow thought he was going to get away without having to learn any, he was sadly mistaken. Not that she minded, but it would serve him right telling Alana to teach her all of the songs. Sam was good at memorizing and being silly, but even she had to admit that by the tenth one she was ready to be done with it all.
After she had finished and Kiernan had returned from class, she grabbed her things and headed back to the room. Dinner had been shared with Alana so there was no need to stop anywhere else. This gave her some extra time and it was pretty pathetic that on a Friday night her only plans had been to shower, check her email and pick a new book to read. What Easton had been doing she had no clue, but if she had a guess, he was probably nose deep in a text that would keep him busy for days. Sometimes it was hard for her as the "girlfriend" to be okay with that, but then the "best friend" would step in and remind her that it was perfectly normal and that she shouldn't push because they were still taking things slowly while working it all out.
The amount of time she had spent in the shower was far too long and she emerged slightly wrinkled while smelling of cherry blossoms. After changing into some cotton pajama pants, a tank and a sweater robe that she really could live in, she towel dried her hair and ran a comb through it. Since she wasn't planning on going anywhere, she chose not to dry it and instead let it hang loose and damp around her shoulders. Once she was all good to go, she picked up her well loved copy of Jane Eyre and flopped down onto her bed to settle in and get her read on.
Only about a quarter of the way in, a knock at the door caused her eyes to snap up and a brow to quirk. Prince did a sort of half stir from his bed on the floor but settled back down to sleep. Dog-earing the page, she was bad she knew, she climbed off her bed and moved to open the door. "Kiernan?" The surprise was evident on her face and practically audible thump of her heart didn't go unnoticed. "Is something wrong? Come in."