𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔥𝔪𝔰 ℌ𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢-𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

T H E D O G

~You were doing your normal routine, sorting laundry, making lunch for you and the "child", you were babysitting, Brahms. You hummed softly to yourself as you made the tea,

stirring the cube of sugar into your own large glass. You had already plated the grilled cheese and grapes you had made for you and Brahms, just finishing up with his cup of

warm milk and your tea. You brought the cups to the table and set them down beside the plates. You looked up at the doll and his plate, 4 small bites had been taken out of the

sandwich, and you smiled.

"Are you enjoying lunch today Brahms?" 

You spoke softly, like you would to a child. You got no response, it wasn't like you were expecting one.

You began to eat your own, facing your chair away from the dark haired doll as you wanted him to at least finish eating in peace.

"Are you done Brahms?..."

 You reached back without looking and gently tapped the wood table 3 times, after a second or two, a reply came. 3 soft taps, signaling he was done. You'd do this every day,

making sure he was done before turning around.

You smiled softly at the doll, his plate was clean, along with the small green cup. You stood and grabbed your empty plate and cup, then walking to his side, you grabbed his. You rinsed them in the sink swiftly before setting

them in the dishwasher. You hummed once again to yourself, closing the door to the machine. You washed your hands and dried them with the soft, white towel placed by the sink. Setting it back in place, you walked to Brahms

and dusted his shirt off, small crumbs falling to the wood floor.

You continued your day, listening to loud classical music in the sitting room, reading to him in the library, and then cleaning the rat traps before bed.

It was around 7 o'clock, you fumbled in your seat next to your bed after you had gotten him ready in his soft blue pajamas. You had a small smile plastered on your face, your body jittering with excitement.

Just as Malcolm had said, he arrived at 7:10, a loud knock echoing throughout the house. You shrilled softly in happiness, scooping Brahms into your arms and rushing downstairs, your silk nightgown flowing around your

ankles as you did so.~

Brahms's POV:

~I watched through the small slit in the wall as Y/n fiddled with the blue PJ's buttons my doll was dressed in. Tonight, we were in her room, which was very strange, we normally got my doll dressed in my childhood room. She was in a

magenta silk robe, her hair pulled away from her face as strands loosely hung around her forehead and cheeks. It amazed me how even in an outfit she considered for bedtime or lazy, she looked so good.

I stared at her in awe, before she sat down on the bed with the doll. I continued to look at her, but my eyes kept flicking to the doll. She had her arms wrapped tightly around it, holding it as if it was real, I felt a hint of jealously, she

held the doll so close and gently, but then again, I'm too afraid to reveal myself.

I jumped as a loud knock interrupted my pleasant thoughts, my eyebrows furrowing in anger as she jumped up in excitement. I knew who was here, that bastard Malcolm.

I rushed down the walls, taking the ladder to the first floor, I made it down to the ground floor before she did, I peeked out of the crack in the wall. I watched her rush down the stairs, looking gracefully as she did so,

I couldn't help it, I always stared.

My anger returned as she set doll Brahms down on a nearby chair, quickly opening the door. She smiled brightly, opening her arms for Malcolm to embrace her, I clenched my fists, I was beyond pissed whenever that asshole

was around. After he had broken the hug, he left a soft kiss to Y/n's forehead. I huffed in anger, trying to keep myself from kicking a hole in the wall and attacking him like a rabid animal.

She yipped in excitement, yes, it was adorable, but I was too angry to focus.

Malcolm turned and bent down to pick something up, and my eyes widened at the small animal in his hands. It was a small husky puppy.~

3rd Person POV:

~You held a hand over your mouth as your eyes lit up, once Malcolm had handed the puppy over to you, you held it close and gently pet behind his ears.

"His name is Melon"

You looked up at Malcolm and back down to the puppy with a soft smile, he was absolutely adorable. . .

A few hours after Malcolm had left, you laid in bed with the puppy fast asleep, Melon's small body was curled up in your arms and you were snuggled under the blanket. You had put Brahms to bed around 8:00 and then you

headed to your room for the rest of the night~

 Brahms's POV:

~This was not okay. I couldn't have some other thing stealing her attention from me, she thought Melon was adorable and I feared she would forget about me... I cannot let that happen.~