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My phone rings, it’s not even seven in the morning. Nathan. Ugh, what does he want? It’s too early to argue. “Hello?” “Get Dillan ready, I’ll be there in two hours.” And the line goes dead. Are you fucking kidding me? No. Dillan had me up half of the night. I’m sleeping and I’m going to remain this way until he wakes me up again. Screw you and your orders. Besides, my eyes won’t stay open long enough for me to get out of bed. I let out a startled choke when the blanket is pulled from my body, disturbing me from my pleasant dreams that I no longer remember. “What the hell?” I blink away my blurred vision and glare at a scowling Nathan. He’s looming over me in a way that tells me he probably wants to throttle me right now. “I could have been naked.” I practically am in only a top and knickers. “I called you two hours ago, only to find you still sleeping?” He scoffs and walks over to the cot where Dillan is now awake and crying, probably from my sudden screech of fear. “I don’t remember a call,” I lie and sit up, my hands immediately begin rubbing my eyes. Wait… “How did you get in?” “I knocked, your mum answered.” “Oh. It’s nine in the morning, why are you wearing a suit?” Not that he doesn’t look good. He really does. “Could you get up and pack his things? I’ll bring him back on Monday.” “I never agreed to the length of time or you even picking him up. Not to mention the fact I don’t have a number to contact you. Which makes me feel very uneasy.” I stand, not feeling modest in the slightest. “I’m going to have a shower.” “I have places I need to be,” he snaps and my anger at his tone peaks, “Then you shouldn’t be taking Dillan!” “I’ll get him ready myself.” “You do that,” I say around a yawn and pull open the door. “I’ll be about fifteen minutes. I want to say goodbye before he leaves.” His jaw clenches but he remains silent, which I’m eternally grateful for. I take my time showering, just to be awkward. I also take my time getting dressed and drying my hair, again… just to be awkward. “Today would be nice, Guinevere!” Nathan calls up the stairs, making me snigger. Why am I pushing him? After making him wait another ten minutes, I finally make my way downstairs. He’s sitting on the couch with Dillan on his chest, looking casual and content. Well, as casual as one can look in an expensive suit. “Sorry it took me so long.” No I’m not. Not in the slightest. Nathan lifts Dillan up and over his face, making him smile and gurgle. “She’s not is she? Not at all. She’s silently laughing at me.” His voice is high and happy, I love it when he speaks to Dillan like this. “Mummy is mean, yes she is.” Uh-oh. “Puke face,” I say with a wince but it’s too late.