home is where the heart is

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home is where the heart is

Status: In Progress

home is where the heart is

Book by: Supernatural

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Genre: Romance

Summary

abella bailey always wanted her own family. a handsome husband, cute kids, beautiful but modest home. she wanted almost every woman's dream.

being a maid at the jacobs' household enabled her have a feel of what family life was. well, except for the brooding and detached boss 'aidan jacobs'. widower and father of mikey who was the centre of abella's world.

being mikey's fill on mother was a total blessing, she loved the boy to heaven and beyond. it was enough motivation to stay on as a maid even of she could get on with her life and achieve greater things like starting the family she always craved for.

but it wasn't enough for her fiancee 'tim'. he gets impatient and she's given a deadline.

abella finally gathers courage to confront aidan to step up as a father but he needs her help to heal.

abella struggles to be a mother, a newly engaged woman whose fiancee craves her attention, a home maker and a healer for aidan.

with the help of mikey, she manages to get aidan to his former self but she loses her heart in the process.

'home is where the heart is' is a story about family, healing, romance and most of all the art of falling in love without even realising it.

Summary

abella bailey always wanted her own family. a handsome husband, cute kids, beautiful but modest home. she wanted almost every woman's dream.

being a maid at the jacobs' household enabled her have a feel of what family life was. well, except for the brooding and detached boss 'aidan jacobs'. widower and father of mikey who was the centre of abella's world.

being mikey's fill on mother was a total blessing, she loved the boy to heaven and beyond. it was enough motivation to stay on as a maid even of she could get on with her life and achieve greater things like starting the family she always craved for.

but it wasn't enough for her fiancee 'tim'. he gets impatient and she's given a deadline.

abella finally gathers courage to confront aidan to step up as a father but he needs her help to heal.

abella struggles to be a mother, a newly engaged woman whose fiancee craves her attention, a home maker and a healer for aidan.

with the help of mikey, she manages to get aidan to his former self but she loses her heart in the process.

'home is where the heart is' is a story about family, healing, romance and most of all the art of falling in love without even realising it.

Chapter5 (v.1) - Bathroom Accident

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Submitted: April 27, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Another day, usual routine. Four days to Mikey’s talent show and four days to plan a birthday party. He hasn’t had a birthday party in four years and whether his father agrees or not, I’m throwing one. At five, he deserves a party. I look at the time as I put finishing touches to the food I am cooking, Mr. Jacobs will be down in 5…4….3….2….

“Good morning, Mr Jacobs,” with my usual smile. Yesterday is gone, today is a new day. My anger dissipated the moment my head landed on my pillow. Holding on to anger is stressful for me plus the fact that I’m pretty forgetful.

“Morning Abby. You’re not ever going to stop with the Mr. are you?” he asks in a bored tone without taking his eyes off his phone. He’s dressed in just a black and grey striped shirt smelling as good as gold.

“Never. Coffee or tea?” I turn to grab the coffee flask just as he answers.

“Coffee, please and thank you,” I hand him a new lunch bag I had gotten on my way back from the restaurant I met Tim at yesterday.

“This is new?” he comments, eyeing the bag. He drops his phone on the table assessing the bag I handed to him.

“And bigger….which means more for you and your colleague which also means no more restaurants,”

“Thank you,” he reaches in his bag, the one he usually carries his computer and files in and drop his credit card.

He knocks on it a couple of times, “for em…um…”

I should let him say it, shouldn’t I? But I know how much pain he’s in. it’s been a while, I agree but still, he has to live and live well. I’m not asking him to climb all the mountains at once, one at a time will do just fine. And asking me to buy a gift for his son on his birthday is one mountain down and well, numerous more to go.

“I got you, Mr. Jacobs,” I’m no meanie. I just can’t stand anyone in discomfort. It’s usual of him to do this every year. He’ll ask me to get Mikey something for his birthday and I’ll do just as he says. Only this time, that credit card is going to do something bigger. this time, a big birthday party.

I was just about to tell him last night about the birthday party but he won’t listen. Oh well, I tried.

He nods then and sends me a thankful smile. Mr. Jacobs is really a fine man and it hurts me to know that he carries such pain in his heart, refusing to be treated. You should have seen him when Tina was alive. He was truly a happy man and he snatched every opportunity to make his family happier. He enjoyed being with them every single moment.

Before Tina got sicker, he would ask her to always meet him after work so they could spend a few moments out before coming back home together. I envied what they had and I wanted same. Maybe I’ll get it, maybe I won’t. Who knows? Maybe I’m just destined to be a maid.

Mr. Jacobs leaves me with his usual comment about my uniform this time calling it hideous and then he is out the door. Tina never succeeded in getting me out of this uniform, Mr. Jacobs cant. It represents who I am in this house. It serves to remind me that no matter how contented I am here, there’s something bigger for me out there. I love my job, I really do. I love being with Mikey, I respect Mr. Jacobs, I owe Tina and I promised her I’ll never leave her family until they are in good hands but I need to always remember my own dreams. To be a mother, a wife and to have my own family that I’m going to love more than life.

I go on to my next routine with Mikey and almost an hour later, I’m feeding him his cereal to hurry him up.

“Momma?” he calls as soon as he is done with his cereal. I drop the plates in the sink and straighten his shirt.

“Hmmm….”

“Do you think you can ask Daddy if he’ll come to my talent show on Saturday?”

My heart breaks into a million pieces for the poor little boy who never asked for any of these. Mikey is stronger than any child I know. His father acts like he wants nothing to do with him, his only parent and yet he has a smile for everyone.

I give him a kiss on the forehead and hug him, squeezing him also. All the love in my heart pouring out for this little boy. The one child who has been my weakness since he first cried. He just stole my heart, this little man.

“Of course but don’t get your hopes up. He might have a last minute patient to attend to,”

Mikey nods.

“It’s time for the bus. Come on love,” I carry him off the stool, grab his backpack and lunch bag and we race each other to the bus stop. We are right on time for the bus and as usual I stand waving at the retreating bus like a goofball until it is out of sight.

 

Time to relax. I get back into the house heading to the kitchen to rinse off Mikey’s used plates when I hear a buzzing sound like a vibrating phone. I feel in my pocket and my phone is there. I hurry into the kitchen and find Mr. Jacob’s phone on the table.

“Oh, hell!” I groan. There goes relaxation time. I have to get the phone back to him. He might need it and not know he dropped it at home. I grab the phone and head into my room to freshen up quickly.

 

I’m done with showering, my towel wrapped firmly around me when I find Mr. Jacobs’ standing in my room.

“Mr. Jacobs!” I’m surprised to find him in my room and then I realise I’m just in a towel that barely reached below my ass. I turn sharply around to dash back in the bathroom but clumsy me, I go head first on the bathroom door. All I hear is a panicked scream of my name.

 

 

My head is aching terribly, my eyes seeing disappearing stars, the ones with the sound of a bursting balloon.

“For someone so organised, it’s difficult to understand how clumsy you are,” I open my eyes more but not totally and see Mr. Jacobs looming over me with a worried expression and a glass of water.

“My head hurts,” I groan and try to sit up on the bed. The comforter drops to my lap.

“Take this. You’ll be fine,” I straighten up and realise I’m still in the towel. Thankfully, the comforter is covering my nude thighs but something is amiss. I tie my towel to my left. It’s tied to my right. I can’t ask how it happened. I won’t ask. I dare not ask. Did he? Oh shit!

I accept the glass of water and aspirin from him as he takes a seat by me. I hate taking medicines but with the way Mr. Jacobs is looking at me like he’s ready to knock my teeth out, I quickly knock the pills back and swallow some water without whining. Yes, I whine just like Mikey when given medicines.

“I’m sorry I startled you. I forgot my phone and I kept knocking the door and calling you. I think the shower noise drowned out my voice, you didn’t hear me.”

“It’s okay. Like you said, I’m clumsy. I know it too. It annoys me sometimes,” I rub my forehead feeling the headache subside.

“It’s a miracle how you’ve not had a fatal incident all these years,” he chuckles.

“Me too! It’s even worse when I’m being careful. But truth be told, all those stationary objects hate me especially the arm chair in your study. It targets my little toe every single time I’m in there cleaning,” I cried. I mean come on! I’m not exaggerating. Every single time! It’s like it has something against me.

“Abby, there’s no way I’m moving that chair. I love that chair. I’ve had it my whole life. We got the living room glass wall overseeing the pool changed because of you when you almost walked through it numerous times. I liked that glass,”

“That was just once!” I cried my eyes widened. There’s no way he’s going to blame me for that. Besides, I don’t regret the wall being changed. It was a death trap. Okay, there’s an 80% chance it’s a death trap for me but still the rest of the 20% chance means someone else might get hurt.

“Really? Tina…” and the room went awful quiet. In the middle of this conversation, I hadn’t noticed the progress Mr. Jacobs had made until he mentioned her name. He had said ‘we’ meaning him and Tina. In three years, he hadn’t said anything about her. He hadn’t said anything they did together in the past. And now he’d mentioned her name. Progress, even if it’s just a little.

I can feel the pain radiating off of him. Without thinking and forgetting the reason why I have a migraine, I wrap my arms around him. My silent congratulations. You’ve done a good job

We stay that way for a few moments with my arms wrapped around him and his just dangling at his sides before he clears his throat. “I have to get back to work,”

“Yeah sure. Your phone is in the drawer there. I was just getting ready to come give it to you when you know…”  I point in the direction of the bathroom and then to my head.

He nods and picks his phone from the drawer I directed him to.

“Mr. Jacobs?”

He stops and looks back at me.

“Do you think you can make out time on Saturday for Mikey’s talent …?”

“No…I have a surgery scheduled for that day and a conference for later,” he responded sharply.

“Right…”

“When I said lose the uniform, Abby. I didn’t mean change into a towel,” he smirks and walks out of the room leaving my own mouth hanging wide open. What the…? Was I supposed to walk out of the bathroom in a million dollar dress and twelve inch high heel shoes? I slowly get up from bed, I have a birthday to plan and shop for.

My phone vibrates on my dresser. I pick it up and read a message from Mr. Jacobs…

 

you look even better in a towel…

 

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