He fell asleep on my chest.

His hand is intertwined with mine, resting in my lap. He looks at peace when he sleeps, as if nothing's going on in the world.

I play with his hair as I watch him sleep. I notice he has a TV built in his bed, and turn it on.

He was watching some series. I shrug and start the first episode again. If I can catch up, we can talk about it.

He's on the third episode, just halfway. After an hour, I'm halfway episode two.

He groans and flutters with his eyes, signs that tell me he's waking up. He blibks up at me, but doesn't move.

Then, he looks at the screen. "Hey. I wasn't that far," he frowns, his voice thick with sleep.

"Yes you were. You're on the next episode," I tell him. He shakes his head, which is still laying on my chest while he watches the screen. "I'm sure I wasn't there. Who the fuck is that?"

I giggle,"Then you must've fallen asleep. And that's the guy she cheated with." He gasps. "SHE CHEATED?"

Oops.

"But the red line said you were on episode three?" He shrugs and nestles in my chest again. "Never believe the red line then," he grins.

I kiss his forehead and his eyes close. It's ten pm now, we've been in here all afternoon and evening. I'm planning to almost go to sleep. I kiss his hair.

He speaks before me. "Aren't you tired?"  I shrug. "It's okay. I'm going to put on pajamas, okay?" He nods, releasing me. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, Scarlett."

I smile. "Goodnight, Jordan." 

I walk back to my room, and change. I see I have a text from Dylan.

Dylan: OMG I'M SO SORRY

Dylan: Was it urgent???

I sigh. No it wasn't. I was just breaking down and needed you, but you were hanging out with your boyfriend, like every night. 

Naah. Just wanted someone to talk to. It's fine

Dylan: I have time now?

Yeah, but I don't.

I leave my room and follow the hallway. I smile when I see Elijah's door. I believe we had a deal, sweetie.

I knock on the door, but don't hear a sound. So I slowly open the door, to find darkness. Is he sleeping? I walk in and switch on a small lamp.

Yes, he's sleeping. And he seems to have a nightmare. He's clutching the pillow and frowning. His expression is pained, and he whimpers now and then.

I tip toe to the side of the bed he's sleeping. And I bend down, to his ear. "Elijah," I whisper. He jerks to the other side of the bed, panting and eyes wide.

He stares at me. I wave at him. "Didn't we have a deal?" I ask innocently, and crawl into his bed, under the blanket.

He stays seated against the headboard, seeming in shock. So I tap his nose. "Coming sleeping?" When he doesn't move, I settle my head in his lap.

"Fuck, Scarlett," he finally sighs, relaxing his muscles. I giggle. "I'm serious. You gave me a heart attack."

Whoopsies.

He shifts down until I'm on his chest and he closes his eyes. "Did I at least help you?" I ask. "Yeah. Thanks."

I smile and kiss his nose. He smiles, too. His arms cage me and he sighs happily. "In fact, this is better than any dream," he grins.

I think so too. I got lots of kisses and hugs today, now a good sleep in one of the guy's arms is what I want.

Sigh. The guys. It sounds dreamily. Dreamily perfect, actually.

"Goodnight Ellie," I smile. He rolls his eyes, but I see a hint of a smile. "It won't be a good night if you call me that again," he smirks. I frown. What does he mean by that?

"Okay, Ellie," I shrug. He groans and sits up straight, hoovering over me. His body is covering mine, just not touching. "What was that?" He cocks an eyebrow. I gulp. "Ellie..." My voice is silent and small.

He smirks. "And what did I tell you?" I gulp again. He's really intimidating like this, staring at me. "To not call you that again," I whisper. "So what did you do?"

"I called you Ellie." He nods. "And will you do that again?" His hand travels over my body, and I feel it stopping on my stomach. "Yes."

He groans. "Fine." And then he kisses me, roughly. And again, and again and again. He smiles against my lips. "This wasn't what I had in mind, but you'll figure out later," he whispers and lies down next to me again.

I snuggle into his chest again, his arms around me. I inhale his delicious smell and close my eyes. 

*******

"Bye bye!"

I wave at them. They're working today, which is weird. It's Sunday...

But I wave after them, driving together in three cars-- they look expensive. So does the house and everything in it. Are they millionaires? 

I know Jordan is CEO of something, he works a lot. He has this big office in the house, the others always work in the kitchen or living room.

And now I have the house for me alone. Well, they have security guys everywhere, but they're not allowed to actually come in except when there's danger.

I know they'll be back around sic, so I guess I can cook for them later. But first, I'm gonna play with little Ash. 

"Ash!" I shout through the house.  I don't know where he went. Little man always runs away.

I hear a giggle coming from under the table and roll my eyes. "I guess I'll make cookies alone then," I shrug and head for the kitchen. And then I feel him run past me.

"I won," he smiles. I toss through his hair and start collecting the ingredients. "Which cookies do you want?" He thinks for a moment.

Then, he grins. "Triple-cookies," he giggles. Triple? Damn. "Little sugar monster," I tease.

I start making the cookies.

*****

After way too much sugar, Ash passed out.

He's sleeping in Owen's room right now, while I'm dancing through the living room. It's five o'clock, so I'll start cooking dinner soon. Maybe if I'm not done when they're home, Ethan can help.

Dancing is exhausted, jees. I sigh and let myself drop to the floor. Just for a minute, then I'll start cooking. There has to be a goddamn cookbook in this house, right?

I decide to start looking and walk to the kitchen. Maybe in the drawers? 

Nope. What about the cabinets above the counter? I climb up and try to balance myself to not fall. Shit, these shorts are short. Maybe I should change before they come home.

"See, and that's what I'm talking about!" Ethan's voice booms through the room. I startle and turn around, but lose my balance and stumble off the counter. Luckily, Jordan is close enough to catch me.

Owen isn't here. Maybe good for me. That means at least a little less embarrassment.

"Wha-what just happened?" Jordan seems astonished. "I was just about to cook," I say, and turn around to the stove. "You said six o'clock..." I mutter, letting him hear how much I blame him for this.

Elijah smirks. Aaron puts away his phone and I glare at him. He holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey, it's just for Owen. Poor man needs to work to eight, he would have killed me if I didn't film it for him."

That makes sense...

I sigh. "Why on this moment? If you came just one minute later..." They smirk and sit down at the counter. "Oh, I wouldn't have wanted to miss this, believe me," Ethan grins.

I punch his arm and we walk in the kitchen. His eyes widen. "What the fuck happened here?" I giggle. Maybe it's a little messy after the cookies...

We start cleaning up and cooking. I wanted lasagna, so lasagna it is. Everyone praises me with the cooking, but I didn't do anything. I give Ethan a kiss, and he smiles. "Ethan did it, though," I give him his credits. 

Aaron scoffs. "The motherfucker can't even make an egg," he chuckles. I frown at Ethan and give him another kiss. His smile just gets bigger. 

"You can't say that, Aaron. He's a very good chef. You should be thankful," I snap. Aaron looks at me with wide eyes. "I- I was kidding."

"Sure," I scoff. He rolls his eyes and eats the rest. I start cleaning the table after we're done, it's almost seven thirty. Owen will come home any second.

I feel bad for him. He always has to do the dirty jobs, cleaning up other's mess. He'll get kisses when he gets home, though.

And then I hear his car and smile. I watch him through the big windows walking over the parking. I frown. He seems in a very bad mood. 

He slams the door closed when he comes in, and immediately stalks off to the bathroom. "Is he okay?" I whisper to Elijah, who's sitting next to me on the couch. He looks up from his book. "Who?"

I roll my eyes and watch the foor, which opens again. Owen comes out, seeming a bit calmer. But he's still in a bad mood. I wave at him and he finally looks at me. His clearly tired eyes fill with joy and he walks over to me.

Even his steps are tired and long. When he's finally almost here, he trips over the rug and falls into my lap. I laugh and wrap my arms around him, shifting him up a little until he's tucked to my chest.

"Here's my hard worker," I whisper and kiss his nose. He smiles, closing his eyes. "If this is my reward, I'll gladly work every day until eight," he sighs. Oh, he's so tired. I can sense it.

"You can take a nap here. I'm not going to bed, and when you wake up, it'll only be ten," I say and he nods. "Sorry. I'm just so tired-" "No need to worry," I smile and kiss his forehead.

His breath hitches, then becomes regular. I lean against Elijah's shoulder, keeping Owen tucked to me. Elijah smiles and starts reading out loud for me.

"You're the cutest," he smiles.