Layla, former Chosen

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Layla heard the panic and grabbed his hand. She squeezed it and then leaned down to kiss his forehead again. "The nurse didn't say. Are you okay Daddy?" She looked down at him and tried not to show her concern for him. She need to be strong for him so that he could be brave during his surgery. He was going to make it, she knew he would.

"Of course princess"

Layla stood up and went to the bedroom. She did not bother to change her clothes. She just lay down.

He followed her up “Not even gonna put on pjs?”

"Nope," Layla said. She let out a loud sigh. "Besides these clothes are pretty comfortable anyway."

"Oh Daddy," Layla whimpered. She started to move her hips against him harder. "Let me make you come. Fill me up with all of you. Please daddy. I love to feel your come inside me."

"Nearly there" He moaned

"You feel so tight and wet"

I have a confession:// Open

"Of course princess"

Layla stood up and went to the bedroom. She did not bother to change her clothes. She just lay down.

[text] And how exactly were you planning on chucking the door knob at this supposed serial killer if the door didn’t open? [text] Besides, I think if whoever you’re with was a serial killer you’d be restrained or something. [text] Probably just a one-night-stand who is being nice and fixing you breakfast as well. [text] You mind is a very scary place, isn’t it?

[text] Ugh I hate when they are nice! How am I suppose to sneak out when they are nice? [text] Oh is that coffee? Oh it smells like really good coffee. [text] My mind is scary? At least I didn't think about being restrained...or something. [text] Okay so do I keep the doorknob?

[text] You’re telling me the only reason you know you aren’t in your own apartment is because of the door knobs? [text] Omfg, you can’t just go around chucking door knobs at people! [text] I’m seriously beginning to question our friendship.

[text] No, I am telling you that I know that I’m not in my own apartment because I checked to see if the door of the room that I am in would open [text] It did so the door knob did not come from that [text] Thank god because that probably would have meant that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer [text] I should be allowed to chuck door knobs at serial killers.

[text] Oh my gosh [text] Have you checked to see if the door knob in your possession belongs on the door of whatever room you currently find yourself in?

[text] How do you think I know this isn't my apartment? [text] Okay. So two options. First, stay for breakfast. I really am kind of hungry [text] Second, make a mad dash for the door and throw the doorknob at the person if they try to get me.

[text] So you stole a fancy door knob? [text] I question your life choices. [text] Seriously, who thinks ‘hm, this is a nice door knob, I think I’ll take it for myself’?

[text] But doesn't everything seem like a good idea when you are drunk? [text] Oh someone is making breakfast. [text] Wait where am I? [text] Nope, this is not my apartment.

"Being needed keeps me going some days," Cesaire nodded.  "I wish people were more direct in general.  They were back home.  Maybe it’s this northeasterners that are like that."  He shrugged.  "Why don’t you go back home?"

"They do have a lot fun ideas about things.They can be very standoff-ish too. I don't like it, say what you mean, plain like." She sighed. "I can't go back. There is nothing to go back to. My mother passed and my father decided even though I am a full grown adult that I could not stay and run a farm by myself. So everything got sold off and I got shipped out."

[text] I stopped counting after the 4th lemon drop shot and 3rd beer. [text] It’s actually a pretty nice looking doorknob. I don't know where it came from.

"Follow me then," Cesaire nodded.  He laughed at her statement.  "It’s not rude, it’s direct.  I like direct.  People always seem to pussy foot around me for some reason."  A very distinct reason but no need to bring it to light if she didn’t know.  "ANyway, my old home didn’t need me anymore.  So I found a place that did. Simple as that."

"People don't like to be direct with me either," she frowned. Really why did her father have to scare everyone, it was very annoying. At least now that she was out of town people did not make the connection with her surname and Jeremy Baker automatically. "Finding a place where you are needed is nice. Maybe I'll find that some day."

"I"m, I"m actually the metal smith around here," Cesaire told her.  "I could take you to my shop.  I’ll see what I can do about that chain."

"Really?" She smiled at him. "Thanks, I would really appreciate it. Why did you pick here to settle? It is so different from back home." She grimaced and shook her head. "I'm sorry, that was rude. I've just, there are not many people that I meet around here that are from the mid-west."