A New Beginning

Helping Out

Smut warning 

POV Breanna 

I got to the house where Cameron and Ryder were. They were at an older house renovating it. It was restored to it's old glory. I liked how it was looking so far. Than a lady in her mid 60's walked out the door. "Aw,  look at that! How are you  beautiful sweetheart.  Would you like a cup of tea?" I had a feeling she was not gonna take no for an answer and walked in the house behind her. She introduced herself as Mrs. Henderson. I told her my name. "Oh I love your name. It is pretty like you are." 

"So those boys give you any trouble lately?" She questioned. I nearly spit out my tea at the strange question.  "No Mrs Henderson,  they have actually been really sweet. I love that about them." I smiled at the thought of each of the guys. "Ah yes they can be sweet when they want " she said. "I've seen them together and all is good. They close up when a stranger approaches." I looked at her with a confused look on my face. "To me they have been nothing but kind and caring. Each of them. I have not felt that they do not tell me everything. They are committed to helping me with everything. I might not know them very long but to me they are just the perfect gentlemen." I felt like I had to defend them.

She smiled and all knowing smile. "Ah yes dear, well I love them like they are my sons. Only one is though." Perhaps this lady did know something I did not. None of the boys were called Henderson. That was strange. She explained she remarried later in life and was now twice a widow. Why did I feel like I was at home in a very long time. She made me feel at ease. I told her about my parents. I asked her which guy was her son but she would not tell me. I looked at her closely and than said "Houston is your son." She nodded to this. "Yes dearest. Now shall I show you embarrassing baby photos? 

I could not imagine those but wasn't gonna say no to that. I laughed at the photos while he was playing with soap in the tub. Later him dressed as Superman. He looked really cute. We later finished tea. "Would you like to go shopping with me for new furniture for this house? I need to get the old stuff replaced." I sure could and would. She reminded me of my mother in so many ways. She later told me to call her by her first name, Jenny. 

A knock on the door and Cameron and Ryder came in. "Are you ready to go home?" Ryder asked. "Yes" I said and hugged Jenny.  "Because here at 10 am tomorrow so we  can go shopping dear." I confirmed and walked out the door. I got into my borrowed car and Ryder got in too. "You got good taste." I blushed, "is this your car?" "Yes it is but you can drive it. Cameron is gonna go get some groceries and come home later."

I drove home and thought about it. Yes it did feel like home. I also felt excited for tomorrow. We got out the car and walked in the house. "Honey we are home" Ryder yelled. Houston came in and said hello to Ryder. "So I met your mom today, Superman." I said. He grunted. "She showed you the pictures? I hope nothing to embarrassing?" "All of them " I said smiling. "Oh God what was she thinking?" He said. "You looked really cute as Superman. The blue suited you well." I told him. "Jenny asked me to go shopping tomorrow because she needs help she said so I offered. 

The others came in too and I felt great seeing them and I greeted all. I could get used to this quickly. They all made me feel good. I was not sure if they expected me to cook too. As we ate dinner I complimented the cook. The cooking today was done by Austin. "So what is you favorite dish to cook?" He asked. "Uhm, leftovers that I can heat up in the microwave" I said. "Wait, what?!" Walker exclaimed. "I can't cook. I never have been able to and never will like it. I bburned the house down nearly one time. I just do not like it. I love eating by the way." My head was as red as a tomato. The room was silent. 

I knew it. They were not liking me now. "Well that is okay. We all can cook a decent meal so you don't have to." I drew in my breath not aware I was holding it. I stood up from the table and nearly ran to my room. I closed the door and cried my heart out. I heared the door open and Houston walked in. He sat on my bed and stroked my hair. Holding me, comforting me. I held on to his shirt. "I really thought you were gonna hate me now. I am sorry I can't cook"