Maid to Love You

by Ylana MIlls

  "I know, it's ridiculous…" she responded, after letting out a sigh. "Another reason why I wanted to move. I just… I feel I got attached to this place, but maybe it's time to hit the road again…"

  "What about your job?"

  "I can find a new one."

  "We can stay in Tallahassee if you want to," he replied. "Or go somewhere closer to the beach, here in Florida."

  "I know, it's just… I thought I should… I want to…"

  He knew what she was going to say. The very few times in which her face had shown that much vulnerability had been those in which she talked about her parents, and days before they had been talking about that very same topic…

  "You want to look for them."

  "Yes."

  It had taken her a moment to speak, and her eyes seemed to grow sadder. There was no point reminding her that he was about to head to a job interview that would hopefully ground him to that city, that would at least give him a bit of stability after the relentless stream of bad luck his life had been so far. If she chose to move away, they could still come up with something, though. He wouldn't let her go alone.

  "We'll find a way."

  He stood up and moved to her side to press a soft kiss to her lips, caressing her face as he held her head with his other hand.

  "And thanks for the key…" he whispered into her ear. "But I should warn you: I snore."

  "I guess you can always sleep on the couch," she replied, laughing quietly against his neck.

  As if. They both knew that spot of the house was destined to other... events.

  "By the way, how are you feeling?" he asked, when the latest memories of the two of them together came to mind.

  "Sore."

  "Well, guess what. So am I."

  "Really?" she asked, grinning widely. "I would have never guessed."

  "I wish I could stay…" he muttered, pressing his forehead against hers when she stood up.

  "Yeah… me too," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his closed eyes. "But you have a job to get, mister… And it's nine already…"

  "I wish I hadn't closed my eyes… Now they simply won't open again… I feel like my eyelids have been glued together."

  "Maybe you should wear your sunglasses?"

  "And take a guide dog?" he asked with an amused smile as he blinked several times, in an attempt to look more alert than he actually was. "Not sure if I included that special need in my resume…"

  "I always wanted to have a dog…" she said, while he unrolled his sleeves and fastened their portofino cuffs. "Did you use to have any pets? Before you… moved to the car?"

  'Before you moved to the car' was a gigantic time frame, he thought of saying. If she meant 'when you were married', the answer would be a very straight-forward 'no'. Now, if she meant 'at any point of your life'… He cleared his throat, and pondered if goats, cows and sheep counted as pets; he suspected they didn't, and therefore, mumbled that no, he had never had a pet in his life.

  "Maybe one day we can get one..." he whispered, before picking up his folder and his keys – to the car, and to his new home.

  "Yeah… that would be nice."

  "Wish me luck?" he asked, wearing his jacket under her appreciative gaze.

  "Good luck."

  And off he went, more confident than ever that his life was finally taking a turn for the best.