Think a title for:It took a minute for her words to sink in. "My help?" She smiled ruefully and gestured to the front of her dress. For the first time, I noticed the damp brown stain that looked like coffee. "I...ah...had a little accident with the coffeemaker." "Oh." I said, nodding slowly, not quite sure what that had to do with needing my help. "Um...would you like to clean up here?" There were two perfectly fine bathrooms downstairs, so her standing here was still a mystery. Nevertheless, I stepped aside to let her come into my room, trying not to inhale the scent of her perfume because I didn't trust my stomach not to revolt again. I didn't want to end up with my head buried in the toilet bowl for the third time today. "Thank you," Elisa breezed past me, her eyes scanning over the room. I shut the door and turned to watch her, feeling slightly self conscious at how untidy my room was due to my packing. "The bathroom's that way." I pointed towards the door of the bathroom and moved to the bed to carry on stuffing things in my open suitcase. "There's a bathrobe in there, you can change out of your stained clothes and I'll run a quick wash in the washing machine for you. Your clothes should be dry in an hour at most." "I don't think it'll be easy to get this stain out." Elisa rubbed a hand over the damp stain with a grimace. When I looked at her in askance, she added. "It's a Joan Ruben, machine wash is definitely not recommended for this kind of fabric." "Oh..." I didn't know much about high end fashion, preferring to get clothes that I didn't have to worry about ruining and I was comfortable in, but I recognised the name of the designer she'd mentioned and knew that their stuff didn't come cheap. "Well, then..." "You're a size ten?" She gave me a onceover, taking in my proportions while I tried not to squirm under the critical gaze. Then I checked myself, wondering why I let her get to me. I straightened and met her gaze steadily, already guessing where this was heading and not sure I liked it. "Twelve." I replied, reaching for the last pair of my underwear and stuffing it in my suitcase. "Elisa, I'm not sure I have any clothes that might fit you, certainly not designer ones." I had also left single digit sizes behind since my sixteenth birthday when I had a growth sprout and moved seemingly overnight from a size eight to a ten and I had never gone down since then. Plus, Elisa was a svelte size four, so there was no chance in hell any of my clothes wouldn't hand off her like a "It's fine," She assured me with a laugh, twirling one strand of perfect honey blonde hair. "I just need a shirt, luckily the jacket and skirt are fine. I can work with a shirt your size. Aiden offered me one of his shirts, but I can't possibly wear any of his, they're way too big." Of course he did. I pursed my lips in disapproval and looked away, not wanting her to see my emotion. Idly, I wondered if she had ever worn any of Aiden's shirts before and almost threw up again at the mental image of Elisa, barefoot, hair mused, dressed in nothing but Aiden's shirt, being held in his arms while they.... Stop torturing yourself. I scolded my mind and forced those images away, hating the bad aftertaste it left in my heart. I waved vaguely towards my walk-in closet. "Sure, help yourself." "Thanks, I'll be sure to be careful with it." She gave me a grateful smile and wandered over to the closet to start looking through my clothes while I returned to my packing, this time too distracted to pay much attention to what I was shoving in there. "The turnout for the funeral will be impressive, I'm sure." Elisa said, trying to make idle conversation. "Afterall, Mr. Brown was a well known and highly respected figure in our society, a lot of people will be there to pay their respects." "Yes, that's likely." I replied reluctantly. The last I wanted was to carry out idle chitchat, not when there were so many things weighing heavily on my mind. Done with packing, I looked around for my purse, then remembered it was in the closet. For some reason, Elisa had suddenly gone quiet. Curious, I walked inside, wondering if she had found a shirt. She had her back to me, head bent, looking at something in her hand. "Did you find something to wear?" I asked. She started and whipped around, her face unusually pale. "Uhhh....what?" "A shirt. Did you find a suitable shirt?" "Oh..." She looked flustered for a moment as though she'd forgotten why she was in my closet. She looked around, and picked up a pale pink shirt, and held it up with a bright smile. "Yes, yes. I think this will fit just fine." I nodded, then gestured to my purse which was sitting on the shelf behind her. "Could you pass me that black purse, please?" "Of course," her laugh sounded so high and strained that I wondered what the hell had gotten into her. She handed me the purse and brushed past me with quick steps. "I'll just go change, I'm sure the guys must be ready to set out by now." I watched her hurry towards the door, but then she paused and turned around. "Thanks for the shirt, I'll be sure to get it back to you in one piece." "Yeah, no problem." ************** The hour long trip to Skye Manor passed in relative silence, the only conversation in the car was between Aiden and Vincent and mostly revolved around business, Elisa was uncharacteristically silent, staring out the window with a faraway expression. I leaned back against the headrest, nausea playing in my stomach from motion sickness and I spent the trip with my eyes closed, praying I wouldn't haul all over the pristine leather seats. To distract myself, I listened to an audiobook on my phone and nibbled on some saltine crackers, ignoring the look of disapproval on Aiden's face at eating in the car. Mercifully, we were soon turning into the long driveway of the Manor, and I sat up to watch the passing scenery, nostalgic at the familiar and comforting sight of the tall cypress trees that lined each side of the gravel drive, the glimpses of well tended flower gardens and just over the small hill to the west, was Lake Maria, named after Julian's first wife and Aiden's mother. A whimsical smile played on my face as I recalled many a happy memory in my teens spent running and messing around the banks of that lake, I would spend my evenings daydreaming about Aiden, imagining him holding me in his arms, kissing me, reassuring me that I would always be the only woman he would ever love. How naive. I looked away from the glistening water, unable to stomach how foolish my dreams had been. Cars lined the driveway, and a few early guests and family lingered outside, all dressed in somber clothing and I felt the sting of tears at the reminder of the reason we were here. Julian was truly gone. I would never hear his booming laugh, or see the twinkle in his eyes as he rambled on about whatever had caught his interest. I would never feel the warmth of his comforting hugs again. He would never meet his grandchild. Tears slipped down my cheeks and I dug in my purse for a handkerchief. Finding one, I pulled it out, then frowned down at the contents of my purse. A quick search confirmed that what I was looking for was not there anymore. The ultrasound picture was no longer in my purse.

Think a title for :"Aiden!" Stella Brown's smile lit up the entire foyer as she approached our group. "You're here." "Gran, how are you?" Aiden pulled his grandmother into a hug, a genuine pleased smile on his face and not for the first time, I was struck by how much that smile transformed his features. Somber, he had that cold, detached handsomeness that was a staple in romance books, but when he smiled... His face was so indescribably beautiful. His eyes would light up, enhancing those ice blue pupils in a way that would make every woman sit up and pay attention. It was a pity he didn't smile often. However, with one glance around the room that was currently filled with guests, the ladies in the room, single or partnered, old or young, who were gawking at him with open admiration and longing glances, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. My own heart wasn't spared either. "Hanging in there." Stella replied, her eyes roved over him. "You look like you've lost some weight. Haven't you been eating well?" She glanced my way as she spoke and I didn't miss the mild accusation. Feeling awkward, I looked down at my feet, my face heating up in embarrassment even though her fault finding was misplaced since her precious grandson never let me cook for him. What was I supposed to do then? Force feed him? I was likely to get a scathing rebuke for my troubles. "I'm fine, gran." Aiden reassured her with a chuckle. With a gentle arm around her shoulders, he steered her towards Vincent and Elisa. "You remember Vin, don't you?" "Hello Mrs. Brown." Vincent stepped forward and bent down to place a kiss on her wrinkled cheeks. "You look breathtaking as always." "Psh...stop it, I see you haven't changed at all, always trying to charm the ladies." Stella scolded lightly, pulling him into a hug. "There wasn't a single girl in our neighborhood that you hadn't sweet talked to when you were a teenager." "Ah, Stella, you wound me." Vincent placed a hand on his chest, a mock hurt look on his face. "I only have eyes for you, you know that." "Stop trying to flirt with my grandmother." Aiden chided, rolling his eyes in good humor. "It's nice to see you again, Stella." Elisa piped up, leaning over to give her a hug. "I'm sorry it's in such a somber situation though. Julian will be dearly missed." "Thank you, dear." Stella's expression was saddened as she remembered the occasion for this gathering. She shook her head sadly, eyes wet with unshed tears. "I never thought I'd be the one burying my children, to have to watch helpless as your child suffers it is..." She broke off, overwhelmed. "I can only imagine how difficult it is." Elisa said in a soft tone. "Please, let me know if there's anything I can do to help you. Anything at all, just say the word." "You're so sweet, Elisa." Stella patted her arm. "I'm grateful for the offer, dear. Come, it's almost time for the service to start." Still holding onto Elisa, her other arm looped through Aiden's, she walked into the living room. I hung back, not missing the fact that she had barely acknowledged my presence and probably didn't want me tagging along. With a tired sign, I made my way towards the nearest bathroom. Since my pregnancy, I'd found that there was only so much liquid my bladder could hold and my bathroom breaks had become more frequent. Once that was taken care of, I wandered through the rooms upstairs, which, fortunately, was off limits to guests. I paused in front of a set of ornate wood double doors, my hand hovering over the handle. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked into the cool interior of Julian's study. The heavy curtains were drawn casting the room in cozy darkness. The scent of the cigars Julian favored still lingered in the air, warm and heady and it filled me with grief as I traced a finger over the gleaming desk, brushing past papers and files stacked in their usual haphazard manner. I could picture him seated behind this desk, a lit cigar in hand as he regaled me with stories of his exploits when he was younger. A large portrait hung over his desk and I stared at it, my vision blurry through the well of tears. "I hope you're no longer in pain." I whispered to his grinning face. "I bet you're giving the angels a run for their money right now." Needing some form of comfort, I sank down on his seat, pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned against the headrest. "I miss you so much, it's going to be hard to say a final goodbye." "I'm sure he misses you too." A voice broke into the silence. Startled, I sat up, then sprang to my feet with a cry of delight. "Logan!" I practically launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck in a hug. Laughing at my antics, he caught me, arms closing around my waist as he hugged me back. We stayed like that for a second then I pulled away to look at him. "I can't believe you're here." I breathed in disbelief. "When did you get in?" "Caught a last minute flight from Copenhagen, touched down in New York late last night." Logan replied, a wide grin on his handsome face. "How are you doing, Jess? You look amazing as usual." "Liar." I rolled my eyes at him, then gave him a once over, taking in the dark gray designer suit that fit over a body that was in great shape, expertly styled light brown hair and glowing, healthy skin. "If anyone looks amazing, it's you." "C'mon Jess, don't tell me you still do that thing." He complained with a mock frown. "What thing?" "The one where you deflect any compliment given to you." Logan shook his head in exasperation. "Heaven knows why they make you so uncomfortable, it's not like I'm just spouting nonsense." "That's exactly what you're doing, spouting nonsense." I shot back with a grin. "Anyways, I'm so happy to see you, I can imagine how happy Jodie was to see you too." Logan is Jodie's son from her first marriage, and he'd come down to live with her at Skye Manor when she had married Julian. I'd been delighted to finally have someone my age to hang out with, and we'd been inseparable, causing as much trouble as two fifteen year olds with too much time on their hands could get into. We'd stayed in touch when we'd both moved out of the Manor to separate colleges, meeting up every semester break to hang out, drink, eat and visit places we were interested in and even after college, when he'd moved to Denmark to start his own tech company, we'd always kept in touch. "Yeah, mom was relieved to have me here." He raked fingers through his hair and sighed. "Shit, I can't believe that ornery bastard's gone. He always gave the impression of being invincible, you know?" "I do." I turned to look at the portrait once more. "There are days when it takes me a while to remember he's no longer just a phone call away." For a moment, we stood side by side gazing up at the picture, each lost in thought. "Speaking of bastards," Logan turned to me, his mouth turned down in disapproval. "I ran into Aiden downstairs and of course, that one was still hanging off his arm, making goo goo eyes at him."

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