Keeper

Chapter 11

Sylvia's a tired mess when she finally gets herself and Wander home. She just wants to go back to sleep, this time in a nice warm bed. And cuddling with her newly adopted brother. Opening the door, Sylvia closed it and she pushed the couch back over so it was once again barricading the door. When she makes it to her and Wander's room, she takes Wander out of the baby carrier and placed the carrier on the dresser. Sylvia placed Wander on the left like he's always been and tucks Wander in. She got on the bed with the blanket pulled back a bit and eventually tucked herself in. She turned to Wander who was laying on his back and sleeping peacefully. Sylvia pulled Wander close and nuzzled her face into his curly orange hair.
 
"I love you, baby brother, I know we're not biologically related to you and I know I'll have to tell you one day of what happened to your real sister." Sylvia frowned at the thought of what she would have to tell Wander when he was older. "But just know I'll always love you no matter what." 
 
Wander turned a little to face Sylvia, but he still had his eyes closed. "I'll always love you, too, big sister." 
 
Sylvia smiled once again and pulled Wander closer. Slowly, she closed her eyes and joined Wander in sleep. 
 

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Sylvia made Dried Herbs And Soup the next morning for breakfast. She found a cookbook that the previous owners had left behind. Wander stared at the soup giving the older human a 'do you expect me to eat this monstrosity?' look. Sylvia sighed and started to think of what her mom and dad would do to try to make Sylvia and her brothers try new food. She tried the airplane thing, even getting milk so Wander could drink, and he still refused. 

 
"Wander, please try some. Please for sissy?" Sylvia pleaded
 
Wander sighed and took the spoon from Sylvia's hand and put the bowl part of the spoon in his mouth. Sylvia watched as Wander swallowed and ate more of the soup. As she watched, the doorbell rang. She got up from her seat and made sure that Wander stayed balanced while sitting on the stack of books. Sylvia pushed the couch away from the door once she reached the front door. She turned the gold yellow knob and pulled the door open. She looked up to see a tall man, only by an inch or two. It was Paris.