The next day.
The clock on Ellie's nightstand ticked away relentlessly, each second echoing in the tense silence of her room. Half an hour had already crawled by since she'd begun prepping for her meeting with Dion, and a knot of unease had begun to tighten in her stomach. Landing this job felt crucial, a lifeline thrown towards the monotony of her days.
With a shaky breath, she glanced at the clock again. 9:00 am. Time. She straightened her outfit, forcing a smile into the reflection in the mirror. A knock on the door startled her. It was her mother, Rebecca, a comforting presence in the doorway.
"Rebecca: Good luck, El!"
Rebecca said, her voice warm. She held out a paper bag.
"Rebecca: Lunch. Don't forget to eat, no matter what."
Ellie embraced her mother tightly, the familiar scent offering a brief moment of solace. Stepping out the front door, she took a deep breath of crisp morning air, the nervous energy thrumming through her veins.
As she approached the McDaniels' house, she saw Bianca and Deshawn exiting through the front door.
"Ellie: Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. McDaniels!"
Ellie greeted them, her voice a touch too bright.
Bianca and Deshawn returned the greeting, their smiles warm.
"Bianca: Dion's waiting for you in his office, Ellie."
Bianca said.
"Bianca: Just head upstairs, turn left, and it's the first door."
Ellie offered them a grateful smile before entering the house. The familiar scent of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the churning in her stomach. Reaching the stairs, she took a deep breath, willing her legs to move.
With each step, she felt her resolve solidify. Reaching the landing, she straightened her shoulders and approached the mentioned door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob, her heart hammering against her ribs. Just as she was about to knock, the door swung open, revealing Dion standing on the other side.
Ellie was smiling as she saw Dion.
"Dion: Oh, wassup Ellie. Ready for your "interview" haha!"
He said jokingly as Ellie laughed herself before speaking.
"Ellie: Sure!"
A wave of regret washed over Ellie as she saw Danielle nestled peacefully in his arms. Her reply, blurted out in the heat of the moment, now echoed in her mind, sounding shrill and desperate.
"Ellie: The first words out of my mouth, and I come across like a caricature of a frantic applicant."
She thought to herself.
Heat crept up her cheeks, and she opened her mouth to stammer an apology. But before she could utter a word, the man's face broke into a wide smile.
"Dion: Come on in, Ellie."
He beckoned, gesturing towards the open office door.
Ellie followed Dion inside, cheeks still burning with embarrassment. The office was a far cry from the sterile, corporate spaces she was accustomed to.
Sunlight streamed through large windows, illuminating a surprisingly spacious room.
Tech equipment lined the walls, interspersed with video game consoles, anime figurines, and shelves overflowing with manga. It was a celebration of geek culture, yet still maintained a professional air.
Her gaze fell on Dion's workstation, a large, modern desk that seemed oddly at home next to a small crib. As she watched, Dion gently placed Danielle in the crib before turning back to Ellie with an easy smile.
Below a wall-mounted monitor, a plush, inviting-looking couch stretched along the opposite wall, seemingly an invitation to relax and let the conversation flow. The unexpectedness of the environment both surprised and disarmed Ellie, offering a glimpse into the unique company culture she might be joining.
Dion's voice softened as he spoke, "That outfit is stunning on you," his gaze lingering on Ellie.
Ellie, caught off guard by the compliment, instinctively glanced down at herself.
"Ellie: Hm? Oh, you mean this ole thing?"
She questioned, a touch of surprise laced in her voice.
"Ellie: It's really nothing special, just something I threw on in a hurry for the interview."
A slight frown flickered across her face, and she mumbled something under her breath, barely audible.
"Ellie: And to think, I was hoping it would impress you enough..."
She began, her voice barely a whisper.
She trailed off, leaving the unspoken words hanging in the air.
The unfinished sentence hung heavy between them, hinting at a deeper meaning lurking beneath the surface.
The murmur of her voice drifted past him, the specific words lost in the gentle hum of the house and the low chatter of the T.V in the background.
Yet, Dion caught a hitch in her tone at the very end, a subtle tremor that snagged his attention.
He studied her from across the table, his gaze tracing the way the sunlight caught the delicate fabric of her dress. It was a beautiful garment, certainly, but there was a hint of self-consciousness in the way she held her shoulders, a tension that hadn't been there before.
A silent apology bloomed in his chest. He wondered if she'd chosen the dress for tonight for him, its elegance bordering on the provocative, and now regretted the potential message it might have sent.
Though, a part of him, a traitorous part, couldn't help but appreciate the way it highlighted the curves he'd only glimpsed before. He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes away and back to her face.
"Dion: Yeah I do! It's very unique and stylish."
He replied earnestly.
"Ellie: Oh! Thank you, I actually made it myself."
She admitted. He nodded appreciatively.
"Dion: No problem, and ok here's the first question: 1. How long have you been babysitting?"
Ellie responded to the question quickly.
"Ellie: Technically since I was 10 years old, I babysat my adopted sisters Jules and Rosa when we were younger."
Dion couldn't help but smile as Ellie's answer rolled off her tongue, laced with a casual confidence that was both refreshing and disarming.
Her honesty, a rare gem these days, struck a deep chord within him, earning his respect alongside the lingering amusement. He found himself drawn to her, his gaze lingering a beat longer than necessary.
Ellie's own heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, but it was a welcome sensation, a thrilling counterpoint to the nervous flutters that had plagued her earlier.
This wasn't just any job interview; it was a chance to be near Dion, the man who had captivated her. The desire to impress him intertwined with her genuine yearning for the opportunity, fueling her determination to give the best possible answer.
The closer she got to him, figuratively and perhaps even literally, the faster her pulse danced.
"Dion: Alright, second question: Would you be ok with potentially staying later if work takes up too much time for me?"
Ellie nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. Finally, she knew that being honest with him had been the right choice, the best way to clear the air.
"Ellie: Sure, I'd always be ok with staying with Danielle longer. Life is filled with unexpected situations and I know I have to apply my flexible nature toward my work hours."
A gentle smile played on Ellie's lips as she spoke, her voice laced with sincerity once more. It wasn't the first time Dion had witnessed her genuine honesty, and with each instance, his admiration for her grew.
Her transparency seemed to illuminate the room, leaving no room for doubt or pretense. As her words echoed in the air, Dion couldn't help but feel a surge of respect wash over him.
He realized he wasn't just drawn to her; he truly appreciated the depth and integrity of her character. Ellie's honesty wasn't just a quality he admired; it was a quality he deeply valued, and it resonated deeply within him.
"Dion: Ellie, I'mma have to tell ya now that your answers have automatically catapulted you to the top of a VERY short list of my favorite people with these answers."
A wave of exhilaration washed over Ellie. Acing the interview questions sent a surge of pride through her.
"Ellie: Wow, that's very flattering!"
She stammered, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
She relished the interview, already picturing herself excelling in the role.
"Dion: Okay, Ellie."
Dion said, his smile hinting at his knowledge of her qualifications.
"Dion: one last question: are you comfortable working with minimal supervision, knowing I'll be focused on my work in my upstairs office?"
Ellie's reply came readily.
"Ellie: Actually, knowing you're nearby would be a comfort to both Danielle and me. It would ease her transition too!"
Dion's smile broadened. The interview was over, and he was confident he'd found the perfect candidate. After a friendly chat, they made their way downstairs. Dion led Ellie to the door, opened it, and continued speaking.
"Dion: Ellie, it was fun getting to talk to you and I can guarantee that you earned the job!"
Ellie's ear-splitting squeal was eclipsed only by the enthusiasm of her jump. She landed right on Dion, showering him with a sloppy kiss and a bone-crushing hug before he could even register what was happening.
Speech momentarily forsaking him, Dion stood frozen while Ellie clung to him, her happy shrieks echoing in his ears. Then, as abruptly as it began, the celebration stopped. The color drained from her face, replaced by a vivid crimson blush as the realization of her actions dawned on her.
She had jumped on her new boss, and not just any way - she had hugged and kissed him. Her cheeks burned as she scrambled down, burying her face in her hair. Dion, meanwhile, remained speechless, his mind struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions and the lingering warmth of a kiss he hadn't anticipated. A pretty girl had not only tackled him, but she had also kissed him without a second thought. It was a lot to take in.
Black lipstick stained Dion's lips, a souvenir from a passionate, unexpected kiss. His heart hammered in his chest, the lingering warmth fueling a desperate yearning for more.
Ellie, her face flushed crimson, stepped outside. They exchanged numbers, Dion offering both his work and personal line. He watched her walk away, a small wave goodbye hanging in the air.
Just as Ellie turned a corner, she felt a familiar flutter in her stomach, mirroring the echo of the previous night. As her eyes met Dion's beaming smile, they widened in realization. Not only had her heart raced for him, but she had also managed to elicit a genuine smile from him. The door of the McDaniels' house shut softly, leaving Ellie standing there, momentarily speechless.
The audacity of her actions she had actually kissed him, and without a moment's hesitation! It flooded her mind as she crossed the street. Every step echoed the memory of the kiss.
Entering her parents' home, a blush still staining her cheeks, she was met with congratulations on landing the job. Her mind, however, remained fixated on a different kind of victory — her unexpected connection shared with Dion.
The frenetic energy of their arrival in Gladbridge had softened. Sunrises chased away the lingering tension, leaving a slower, calmer rhythm to life in the Monroe household. The McDaniels, once a source of curious whispers, were now threads woven into the tapestry of the small neighborhood.
Dion, a newcomer navigating uncharted territory, yearned for connection. He grabbed Danielle's prized football - the European kind, not the American one - and ventured out, hoping to forge friendships with the other single dads.
Three months. That's how long it had been since Dion, his parents, and his firecracker daughter, Danielle, had arrived. Gladbridge was a fresh canvas, and they were painting their new lives on it.
Weeks blurred together. Weekdays were dedicated to family, carving out moments with his parents and his energetic daughter. But come Friday and Saturday nights, Dion laced up his boots and joined his new friends for friendly soccer matches. Their shared love for "the beautiful game" bridged the initial awkwardness.
Ellie, having negotiated a babysitting arrangement with Dion, found herself facing an unwelcome truth. No matter how hard she tried, her thoughts drifted back to him - a persistent current pulling them in his direction. Four weeks had passed, yet the memory of their encounter lingered, a scene replaying on a loop in her dreams. The source of this strange fascination remained a mystery.
With that, her body fell back onto her bed, and she let out a long, pleasured sigh. Her body felt strained from all the overstimulation she gave it, so she decided to finally give it a rest. She laid on her bed for several minutes, staring at the ceiling above her. Her entire body felt like jelly.
She had never felt so satisfied in her entire life.
After several minutes passed, she decided it was finally time to get up and clean up the mess she just made all over her bed. She was supposed to be cleaning while her mother and sisters were gone after all.
But when she placed her feet on the ground beneath her, and tried to push herself up off her bed, her legs nearly gave out. Her legs shook and wobbled until she finally fell back down onto her bed. She might have needed longer to recuperate than she thought.
Oh well, they won't be home for a few hours anyway. This gave her plenty of time to just lay back and rest. As she rested, and her mind was finally clear, she then had the realization of what she had just done.
She spent nearly two hours masturbating to Dion, and enjoyed it....the new neighbor she would be working for, and she masturbated to the thought of him having his way with her..
Ellie's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp. It was becoming clear. He was everywhere: in her thoughts, her dreams, her very core. Her body ached for his touch, a yearning so intense it scared her. Why was she so fixated on Dion? Was it just a physical desire, a fleeting spark of lust? Or was it something deeper, something she couldn't quite grasp?
The more she pondered, the faster her heart hammered against her ribs. Whatever the reason, one thing resonated with a deafening clarity: she wanted him. Not just a fleeting encounter, but something more, something permanent.
"Ellie: Why, Dion?"
She whispered to the empty room.
"Ellie: Why can't I stop thinking about him? Is it because he sees me, is it because he truly sees me, not just another body?"
Unlike the string of exes who treated her like a mere object, Dion made her feel valued, cherished.
But the answer remained elusive. As much as she tried to unravel the tangled knot of emotions, her mind drew a blank. The only image that filled the void was a gleaming wedding band, a symbol she couldn't reconcile with the whirlwind within.
"Ellie: Maybe it's the adrenaline talking."
She'd reason, attributing her feelings to the previous night's indulgence.
"Ellie: it has to be just adrenaline, that's all it is."
Yet, the question lingered: what about Dion ignited this fire within her? It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known, a depth she never thought possible.
These internal monologues became a daily ritual, a desperate attempt to understand the consuming presence of Dion. His smiling face, etched in her memory, fueled a desire she'd never dared acknowledge with any other man.
Finally, Monday arrived. Dawn painted the sky a gentle pink as Ellie rose early, her sleep disrupted by the storm within. A quick breakfast sufficed, her mind refusing to dwell on anything but seeing Dion again.
Time was precious; Bianca and Deshawn would leave for work soon, leaving Dion at their mercy, or rather, at the mercy of Danielle and her boundless energy.
A tight hug squeezed the air from Ellie's lungs as Rebecca held her close.
"Rebecca: Good luck, sweetheart!"
Rebecca murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.
"Rebecca: And remember, if anything at all comes up, don't hesitate to bring Danielle and Dion with you. They're always welcome here, you know that."
Ellie pulled back, a watery smile fighting its way onto her lips.
"Ellie: Thanks, Mom. That means a lot. Just make sure the old man doesn't mistake her for a stray and chase her off with his trusty spatula, okay?"
Her playful jab earned a light shove from Rebecca, who couldn't hold back a chuckle. Her eyes darted towards the dining table where their father, oblivious to the exchange, rustled the newspaper with a low grunt. Ellie shot him a mock-glare, her lips pursed in a dramatic pout.
"Rebecca: Oh, please!"
Rebecca scoffed, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Rebecca: That man wouldn't hurt a fly. Besides, if he even thought about attempting something of the sort, I'd be the one wielding the domestic weaponry!"
She added, flexing her hand suggestively with a wink. The long, manicured nails clicked against each other like miniature claws, sending a playful shiver down Ellie's spine.
Ellie's laughter echoed in the hallway as she leaned in to plant a kiss on her mother's cheek. With one last wave goodbye, she skipped across the street, her heart brimming with excitement for her first work day. The McDaniels' house, once a familiar landmark in her childhood, now held a touch of newness, a blank canvas waiting to be filled with fresh memories.
Reaching for the doorbell, she pressed it gently, a melody that seemed to dance on the cool evening air. As she waited, anticipation bubbled within her. The door creaked open, revealing Deshawn, still fiddling with his tie.
"Deshawn: Hey Ellie."
He greeted, a warm smile creasing his face.
"Deshawn: Come on in, make yourself at home."
Ellie stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the tapestry of keepsakes adorning the entrance. Photographs, framed and unframed, leaned against the wall, each one a portal to a shared memory.
A giggle escaped her lips as she spotted a picture of a younger Deshawn, barely 28, holding a mischievous-looking baby Dion in his arms. Beside them, a beaming Bianca, her eyes sparkling with newfound love with another boy standing beside her, flexing his arms, completed the picture of perfect family bliss.
"Ellie: Aww, these are adorable!"
Ellie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection. She wandered through the house, her gaze lingering on each memento â€" a child's drawing proudly displayed on the fridge, a chipped ceramic mug emblazoned with their names, a well-worn football signed with an illegible scrawl.
Each item whispered stories of laughter, tears, and the quiet moments that bind a family together. Reaching the living room, she found a collection of wedding photographs neatly arranged on a side table. Lost in the emotions captured in each frame, she barely noticed Deshawn approaching.
"Deshawn: Hah, the best day of our lives. My oldest boy had won his soccer game that day!"
He chuckled, his voice laced with a hint of pride.
"Deshawn: Here, let me show you around the place."
He gestured towards the hallway, his eyes twinkling with the promise of an evening filled with laughter, friendship, and the comfortable warmth of shared experiences.
He led Ellie on a tour of the first floor, starting with the heart of the home: the kitchen. Warm sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Bianca, who was hunched over the counter, meticulously flipping pancakes. The enticing aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, making Ellie's stomach rumble.
He paused at the doorway, gesturing towards the bustling scene.
"Deshawn: This is the kitchen."
He explained.
"Deshawn: Bianca's whipping up breakfast for everyone."
Bianca, sensing their presence, turned with a warm smile.
"Bianca: Hey there, El!"
She greeted, her voice laced with a urban drawl.
"Bianca: You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
Ellie, still absorbing the homey atmosphere, offered a hesitant smile.
"Ellie: Oh, not at all! Please, call me whatever you want."
Bianca chuckled, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a breeze.
"Bianca: Well, El!"
She continued, her eyes twinkling.
"Bianca: You look like you could use some fuel. Want some breakfast?"
The refrigerator door ajar, casting a cool glow on the brightly colored fruits and vegetables inside, drew Ellie's gaze. Beside her, Noah stood, oblivious to his open stance, still lost in the contemplation of the well-stocked shelves. Gratitude surged through Ellie, warming her smile as she turned towards Bianca.
"Ellie: That sounds absolutely delicious, thank you for offering."
Bianca's smile mirrored Ellie's, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Bianca: Actually, honey, I had a bite to eat before coming over. But thank you, that's really sweet of you. Though, I must say, you look stunning today! Love what you've done with your hair."
Ellie returned Bianca's smile, self-consciously smoothing a hand over her newly dyed locks.
"Ellie: Oh, thanks!"
She mumbled, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Ellie: I wasn't sure about it at first, but it's definitely growing on me."
She said as the faint blush grew to a full blush as the crimson color flushed her cheeks.
"Bianca: Well, it should!"
Bianca exclaimed, placing a hand on her hip with a playful flourish.
"Bianca: The blue really brings out the color in your eyes, and it makes your dark hair absolutely pop, you know? Like a raven amongst golden eagles, you stand out in the best way possible."
She winked, her voice warm with genuine admiration.
Ellie chuckled, a glint in her eyes as she spoke.
"Ellie: Oh yeah, you wouldn't believe it. My step dad, the old bastard, used to call my mom his 'golden angel'. Can you imagine? Me, Jules and Rosa, though? We were the 'little gremlins.' Funny, isn't it?"
She lifted a hand, gesturing to the striking contrast of colors adorning her head.
"Ellie: Never been a fan of blonde anyway, too common, you know? So, I figured I'd add a little touch of my own personality."
Her smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief.
"Ellie: Half blue, half black, just like me. Not quite an angel, not quite a gremlin, but definitely all Ellie."
Deshawn, watching her with amusement, couldn't help but add in.
"Deshawn: Well, if the blue hair doesn't do the trick, I'm sure a tattoo would really send him over the edge."
Deshawn throws out the idea.
Ellie lets out a small laugh.
"Ellie: Yeah, right..."
A beat of silence hangs in the air, then a mischievous grin spreads across Ellie's face. It seems Deshawn's suggestion sparked something in her.
Deshawn and Bianca exchange a glance. Bianca breaks the silence.
"Bianca: Did you actually do it?"
Bianca asks.
Ellie fidgets for a moment before hitching up her shirt in the back. A tiny bunny tattoo peeks out from the right side of her spine.
"Ellie: Shh, it's a secret!"
Ellie whispers.
"Ellie: Only my friends know."
A shared smile passed between them, a silent echo of their own college days.
Bianca winked.
"Bianca: Don't worry, that stays between us."
Ellie offered a grateful smile.
"Ellie: Thanks, Bianca."
Deshawn, ever practical, cut in.
"Deshawn: Same here, but let's keep moving. Dion's zonked upstairs."
He gestured for them to follow, already heading off.
"Ellie: Right!"
Ellie agreed.
"Ellie: Thanks again."
Eager to explore, Ellie followed Deshawn's lead. They checked the laundry room, bathroom, and even went over how to use the TV. Upstairs, Deshawn showed her their bedroom, the guest room, the storage room, and finally, Danielle's room.
The room was a riot of color, filled with Danielle's toys and football player posters. Ellie couldn't wait to meet her new step-niece.
"Ellie: Hey Danielle!"
Ellie called out, her voice warm.
"Ellie: How are you doing today, sweetie?"
Danielle glanced up from her Legos, a smile lighting up her face as she saw Ellie standing with her grandpa. She got up and walked over to greet her new babysitter.
Ellie scooped Danielle up in a hug. As they left the room to give Dion some peace and quiet, Ellie continued chatting with Deshawn and Bianca.
Upstairs, a still-tired Dion finally stirred awake. He lumbered down the stairs, shirtless, and headed straight for the bathroom. His yellow eyes flickered slightly as he reached for his toothbrush. With a grunt, he rinsed his mouth and hopped into the shower to fully wake himself up.
Ellie spotted him first as he entered the living room. Gone was the impression of a stereotypical nerd. His toned physique, evidence of regular workouts, surprised her. Her green eyes sparkled, and a blush crept across her cheeks when he yawned, revealing sharp canine teeth. A flash of yellow momentarily replaced his usual eye color as he opened them to find Ellie cradling Danielle.
He quickly averted his gaze, focusing intently. His father watched him like a hawk with a smug grin, clearly enjoying his son's discomfort and shyness.
"Dion: Oh...hey, Ellie."
That was all he could muster, preoccupied with avoiding his dad's teasing. Dion loathed it when his old man poked fun at his taste in women a soft spot for anything goth or emo. Ellie, with her love for the same aesthetic, was a perfect match.
"Ellie: Hey Dion! It's so good to see you again!"
Ellie chimed, her smile radiating.
"Ellie: I hope you're excited to spend the day with Danielle and me!"
As Ellie approached, beaming at Dion, Bianca and Deshawn couldn't help but notice their son's effortless charm working its magic. His calm demeanor seemed to be all it took for girls to fall for him.
Around Ellie, Dion transformed into a tongue-tied mess. It was a side he only revealed to one other person: Lyra, Danielle's mother.
"Dion: Uh, yeah!"
He stammered, eyes dropping to the expanse of peach-colored cleavage peeking from her top.
A familiar warmth bloomed in his groin. He tore his gaze away, seeking refuge in her emerald eyes, which only intensified his fluster.
"Dion: Right, it'll be good for Danielle. Getting used to new people is important, besides her grandparents and me."
He stretched, revealing the map of scars etched across his skin, a silent chronicle of his past life. He hated them, but they were a constant reminder of the precious life he now fought to protect Danielle's.
"Ellie: Absolutely!"
Ellie grinned, Danielle cradled securely in her arms. A comfortable silence settled, broken only when Ellie hesitantly reached out, her fingers brushing a scar on Dion's chest. The unfamiliar texture startled her, and she pulled away, unsure if she'd overstepped.
Her plump lips formed an apologetic pout, she opened her mouth to speak, but the expression on Dion's face halted her words - his features softening into joy at the sight of his daughter's laughter.
Her gaze shifted to Bianca and Deshawn, who were effortlessly tuning into the room's vibe. Their smiles, shared in silent understanding, lit up their faces as they watched their son, granddaughter, and the new addition to their circle interact like a true family.
Feeling a flush of warmth, Ellie quickly looked back at Dion, who was now cradling Danielle.
"Ellie: So, um, Dion, is there anything else we need to cover before your folks leave?"
The group of six made their way to the living room, diving into discussions about contact information and what to do in case of an emergency. Dion's gaze lingered on Ellie as she moved, captivated by the sway of her hair.
Later that evening, after Ellie's first night of babysitting had come to an end, Dion hurried to his daughter's room. Gently, he placed a slumbering Danielle in her bed and tenderly tucked her in, ensuring she was comfortable for the night.
His heart hammered against his ribs, a familiar warmth blooming in his chest, a sensation he hadn't felt since Danielle's mother's passing three years ago. Images of Ellie flooded his mind, chasing sleep away.
He'd tried all night to distract himself, to push thoughts of Ellie from his head. But the memory of her laughing with his parents as they prepared to leave remained stubbornly etched in his memory.
As he dwelled on it, a truth emerged: he truly liked Ellie. Yes, her beauty was undeniable, but her confidence, her way of speaking and moving, all drew him in.
The most surprising realization, however, was that Ellie was mixed like him. He hadn't considered dating mixed girls before, nor had they ever shown him an interest. But now, things felt different.
Bianca joined the two playing outside. Leaning down, she planted a kiss on Danielle's forehead, then another on Dion's once he arrived at the door.
"Bianca: Alright, D!"
Bianca said, using Dion's nickname.
"Bianca: Keep an eye on Dani, okay? And sweetheart."
She turned to Danielle.
"Bianca: Maw-maw and Paw-paw are heading to work. Daddy will be busy in his office, but are you sure you'll be alright staying here with Ellie?"
Bianca's concern stemmed from yesterday's trial run, where they tested if Danielle would be comfortable with Ellie despite her father being nearby.
Dion chuckled.
"Dion: Come on, Ma, I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a college student, and a dad, for that matter! We'll be perfectly fine, I promise. Right, Dani?"
He winked at Danielle, who mirrored his nod with a confident smile.
"Danielle: Maw-maw! Me a big girl!"
Danielle declared, wrapping her arms around her grandmother in a tight hug.
"Danielle: Daddy be okay! We love you, Maw-maw!"
As Danielle giggled, Bianca couldn't resist planting a kiss on her big baby's cheek.
"Deshawn: See you soon, sweetie!"
Deshawn called out with a wave.
Her grandpa gave her a hug goodbye as well.
"Deshawn: D has been overworking himself a lot and does his best for Dani so thanks Ellie."
Deshawn said with a wink.
"Deshawn: We're off. D, don't even think about giving Ellie any ideas, okay? We'll be back tomorrow morning!"
Dion's face turned fire engine red at his dad's teasing. He retaliated with a well-aimed Lego before burying his face in his hands.
With final waves, Deshawn and his wife climbed into their minivan and pulled away.
"Ellie: Byeeeeee~"
Ellie sang out, waving after them with Danielle cradled in her arms.
Dion, after a mumbled farewell to Ellie, retreated upstairs to his office, ready to dive into his game development.
Streaming continued, but with one hand raised in a goodbye wave. Dion watched his parents' car disappear down the street. Just then, Danielle's small voice piped up. Dion paused the stream and headed downstairs.
"Dion: Hey there, pumpkin."
Dion greeted, catching sight of Danielle pointing at the empty driveway. A few tears escaped her eyes as the last glimpse of the car vanished.
Dion saw Danielle trying to be brave, but at two years old, goodbyes from her grandparents were still tough. He scooped her up, wiping away the tears with a gentle smile.
"Dion: It's okay, sweetie."
He reassured her.
"Dion: Daddy's here. Grandma and Grandpa will be back before you know it, alright? Now, how about being a big girl for me? Ellie will keep you company while I finish my stream, okay?"
Ellie watched the exchange, impressed by Dion's nurturing nature despite the two-year age difference. Their height difference was clear to Ellie, barely reaching five feet tall, stood next to Dion's towering six-foot frame.
"Ellie: Sounds good!"
Ellie finally chimed in.
"Ellie: Let's have some fun, shall we?"
Ellie entered the house, a hint of a smile playing on Dion's lips as he met her gaze. He leaned in, his forehead resting against Danielle's. He brought his daughter in and placed her on the couch, Ellie cast another glance at the written instructions Dion had given her earlier.
Hours melted away. Danielle slept soundly in Dion's arms, leaving him alone with Ellie. He wrestled with the urge to watch her every move, the sight of her reading a book, hips swaying gently as she studied a sheet of paper, only intensifying his struggle.
"Dion: Ellie."
He finally managed, hoping his voice would break the spell as she turned to look at him.
"Dion: What made you decide to babysit Danielle while I'm here? I mean, why'd you agree to this?"
Ellie straightened slowly, settling beside him with a gentle hand on Danielle's back. A thoughtful crease appeared on her forehead before she spoke.
"Ellie: Honestly."
She began.
"Ellie: It was seeing you juggle being a dad, a game developer, and a student all at once...it seems like a lot. I figured maybe if I babysat Danielle while you worked on your game, you could focus and do your best."
A warm smile lit up her face.
Noticing Danielle's peaceful slumber, Ellie carefully scooped her up. There was a quiet joy she found in holding the little girl, a feeling that stirred a maternal instinct within her.
"Ellie: Plus!"
Ellie continued, her voice dropping to a playful whisper.
"Ellie: You're practically the only person my age in this neighborhood I can tolerate! So, helping out just makes sense. Besides..."
She leaned in closer, her emerald eyes sparkling.
"Ellie: There's something about you that makes me think you wouldn't mind having a pretty girl around to help out~"
Her words struck a chord. He felt a blush creep up his neck, hotter than usual. It was clear she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted.
The sight of Dion blushing and being flustered was Ellie's new favorite thing. Even a giant goofball like him could get flustered.
"Dion: Cool, cool-"
Dion stammered.
"Dion: Um, well, I was streaming my coding session for the game, sooo... I'mma get back to that. You, uh, shouldn't you be doing something else?"
He rose, stretching to avoid cramps during his coding marathon. He'd just tucked Danielle in â€" carrying her upstairs and depositing her gently in her bed before closing the door.
Moments later, Ellie peeked into Dion's office. He sat there, engrossed in coding his game.
"Ellie: That's so cool!"
She exclaimed, stepping closer.
"Ellie: Mind if I join you? I remember learning some coding in school, but Rosa always ended up breaking everything I made."
Dion glanced up.
"Dion: Alright, but no distractions, okay?"
Dion swiveled in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes, and tossed a spare headset in Ellie's direction.
"Ellie: (with a teasing lilt) Promises are for suckers, right?"
Laughter bubbled between them as Ellie settled beside him, captivated by his animated energy. Kids were her jam, and a dash of parental hotness certainly sweetened the deal babysitting was the ultimate summer gig.
Sure, it wasn't the high-paying job she'd envisioned, but for now, it was perfect. Plus, there was something undeniably heartwarming about helping this family feel welcome in the neighborhood.
With a flourish, Dion relaunched his stream, a new face appearing beside him on the screen.
"Dion: What's up, D-gang?! Big D is back in the house! And guess who I snagged as my co-pilot today?"
Dion's gaze lingered elsewhere for the first time, and Ellie couldn't help but notice. The absence of his usual admiration stung more than any compliment.
Pouting, she forced enthusiasm into her voice.
"Ellie: Wow, this is freaking awesome, Dion! I haven't had time for games since college started."
She watched him finalize the code for the game demo, a genuine smile playing on her lips. He mirrored it, a flicker of pride in his eyes. Coding had become his escape, and Ellie was the first girl since his ex who seemed genuinely interested in his creation.
Hours melted away. Danielle remained sound asleep, now nestled comfortably in Dion's arms â€" a familiar routine. Ellie found herself captivated, not by his coding skills, but by the weariness etched on his face.
He wore the weight of a hidden struggle, a secret pain that tugged at her curiosity.
She picked up on the fact that he showed signs of depression, and if going off those markings on his body, she could tell that his depression was winning the fight at first, but those scars looked at best 2 years old, she had thought that maybe Danielle being born was what saved him.
Ellie's heart melted watching Dion care for his daughter. It was clear he had at least one reason to hold onto this world.
Dion, energized by finishing his last year of college, excitedly shared his future plans with Ellie. She listened intently, soaking in his dreams. They offered ideas for Danielle's future, weaving their own aspirations into the conversation.
Laughter filled the air as they spent quality time together.
Ellie stretched out on the office couch, her hand resting on her belly. She was joyfully bouncing her feet playfully.
Dion, meanwhile, entertained a now-awake Danielle. Ellie couldn't help but smile as the picture unfolded before her. The sight of the tall, nerdy-cute Dion playing with his adorable daughter was pure sweetness.
Dion couldn't help but steal a glance at Ellie. He quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't caught him. But Ellie, with her sharp eyes, noticed his lingering gaze.
"Ellie: Hey there, space cadet!"
She teased, a playful lilt in her voice.
"Ellie: The view's a little lower~"
Ellie playfully struck a pose, a hint of amusement sparkling in her eyes.
Dion's gaze snapped back at her voice. However, his focus quickly shifted as his daughter, Danielle, reached for her juice cup, spilling its contents all over his pants.
"Dion: Aw, come on!"
He groaned.
"Dion: Not again! Time for another wardrobe change, I guess."
He turned to Ellie, a helpless smile on his face, as he carefully lowered a giggling Danielle back to the ground.
"Dion: Who's the little culprit behind all this laughter, huh?"
He said, tickling his daughter. Danielle's joyful squeals filled the room as Ellie watched the scene unfold, a soft smile gracing her lips.
Ellie loved getting a rise out of Dion, but witnessing his playful exchange with Danielle sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing over her. One, however, rose above the rest - a powerful, undeniable love for him. It felt absurd; they'd only met a week ago.
Yet, there was a connection, a feeling she'd known him forever. The way he interacted with his daughter was undeniable - he was a father who loved being in the role, and it made her heart race.
Around him, Ellie felt an unfamiliar sense of belonging. He made her feel wanted, cherished, respected - things absent from any past relationship, even with her stepfather.
Dion, she believed, could offer the love and affection she craved, a void that desperately needed filling.
"Ellie: You are so cute~"
Ellie blurted, hoping Dion would catch it. He initially assumed it was for Danielle, a smile blooming on his face before he turned to see Ellie gazing directly at him.
Her emerald eyes held the intensity of a wife looking at her husband, fixated on his gentle interaction with his daughter. He was captivating, his kindness weaving a spell on her.
Slinking forward on all fours, Danielle's feline gaze never left him. Dion was captivated by her, a breathtaking vision in that moment.
He needed to change before the spilled juice stained his clothes, so he rose and quickly passed Danielle to Ellie. As Dion hurried upstairs, Ellie's eyes widened.
What she wanted for Christmas suddenly became crystal clear.
A mischievous grin spread across Ellie's face as she pondered how to make it happen.
She pondered on how she would get it, but the more she thought about it the more she smiled like a love-struck wife.
"Ellie: Oh my god!"
Ellie whispered, a hint of awe in her voice.
"Ellie: I know exactly what I want for Christmas...and it starts with a D and ends in an n~"
Undoubtedly, Ellie had the sharpest wit among her sisters, occasionally outshining even their mother in craftiness.
Something she had observed sparked a mischievous strategy within her, igniting a rush of excitement and a playful blush on her cheeks.
Ellie stood out as the most scheming sister, her cleverness occasionally eclipsing that of her mother, especially when inspired by a remarkable sight that left her smiling and blushing with delight.
However, as Danielle began to show signs of fatigue, Ellie concocted a clever plan to catch a glimpse of Dion in a less guarded moment.
"Dion: Damn! I need to get this stain out before it sets. Great, at least Ellie's downstairs with Dani. She can keep her entertained while I change."
Successfully removing the stain and heaving a sigh of relief, Dion briefly lifted his pants off the ground, feeling a wave of relief as he quickly switched into a fresh pair of boxers and shorts. Feeling refreshed after the change, Dion was ready to head back.
Dion tiptoed down the stairs, a smile warming his face at the sight before him. Ellie and Danielle were fast asleep, curled up on the couch with Ellie protectively holding his baby girl.
Carefully, he scooped Danielle into his arms and carried her upstairs, tucking her into her crib with a soft kiss on the forehead. Returning downstairs, he gently lifted Ellie, her head resting peacefully against his shoulder.
Another smile played on his lips as he carried her to his bedroom, laying her down before heading back to finish his work.
Hours ticked by as Dion coded furiously, finally exhaling in triumph.
"Dion: Dynamon is complete!"
He declared, the satisfaction of finishing his game demo washing over him.
With his parents away until morning, the house was all his and Ellie's for the night (except for a peacefully sleeping Danielle, of course).
Excitement crackled in the air, the beta launch was less than an hour away. As a solo developer, this was a monumental step forward.
He uploaded the game data to Steam and hit the button. A select group of testers, including a few YouTubers who received early access keys, would now be able to experience Dynamon.
Watching the beta launch, a surge of pride filled Dion. He had done it.
He put on his headset.
-Dynamon-
Press enter
The game's name sat prominently in his library, currently accessible only to a select few YouTubers and trusted friends Dion relied on for honest feedback.
For four years prior to his daughter's arrival and the move back in with his parents, Dion had slogged away, scraping by on Patreon donations.
He was prepared. He braced himself for the coming days, ready to tackle any problems, reports, player questions, or support requests that might arise.
Hours bled into one another as Dion monitored reviews for the beta. He meticulously combed through Steam threads, Twitter mentions, YouTube comments, and Instagram posts. A sliver of positivity, more than he'd anticipated, began to trickle in.
A grin stretched across his face. He allowed himself a moment to celebrate, but tempered his excitement.
This was just the beta. A grand vision for the full game simmered in his mind.
He'd fulfill that vision. It was a promise whispered to Danielle's mother the day she died.
He'd lost a light that day, but another, brighter one had taken its place. He vowed to raise Danielle with the same love that had nurtured him.
After a long day filled with work and study, Dion found solace in his chair, allowing himself a moment of rest with his eyes shut.
His brief respite was interrupted when he felt arms encircling his neck from behind, prompting his eyes to flicker open in surprise.
Ellie, in a state of half-sleep, had approached him and planted a kiss on his cheek, an action that initially startled Dion.
However, recognizing Ellie, his tension dissolved, replaced by an understanding of her drowsy state, possibly mistaking her actions for sleepwalking.
Seemingly oblivious to the kiss she had just given, Ellie rested her chin on his shoulder, fighting the pull of sleep. As her eyelids grew heavy, Dion offered a gentle smile, reaching out to switch off his monitor.
Carefully, he stood, lifting Ellie in his arms to carry her back to his room, noting it was already 12:33 AM. This realization hit him with a twinge of regret for having let another day slip by engrossed in work.
"Dion: Damn, not again."
He murmured softly, with Ellie still clinging to him, her arms wrapped warmly around his neck. This tender moment brought a broader smile to his face as he navigated through the quiet of the night.
Dion glanced down at Ellie, nestled comfortably in his arms. Sleep had softened her features, and a content sigh escaped her lips. A furrow appeared in his brow as a question gnawed at him.
"Dion: What is it about me that makes her feel so safe?"
He murmured to himself.
"Dion: We only just met at the beginning of summer."
He carried her carefully towards his room, the weight a surprisingly comforting presence. Reaching the bed, he gently shifted Ellie onto the soft sheets, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. As he began to untangle her arm from his neck, a light tug stopped him.
Ellie's eyes fluttered open, revealing a pout that could melt glaciers.
"Ellie: Where are you going?"
She mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Dion froze. He hadn't planned on waking her, and the situation caught him off guard.
"Dion: I, uh-"
He stammered.
"Dion: I thought you might be more comfortable in bed."
The pout deepened.
"Ellie: But it's comfy here~"
She murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
"Ellie: Besides~"
She continued, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
"Ellie: Who's gonna keep you safe from monsters if you're all alone in the guest room?"
A small smile tugged at the corner of Dion's lips. This girl. He couldn't deny the warmth spreading through his chest at her unspoken invitation. The silence stretched, and Ellie's playful smile began to falter, replaced by a hint of worry.
"Ellie: Is that okay?"
She asked, her voice small.
"Ellie: Or are you, like, super against sleeping in the same bed as your employee?"
Dion shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Dion: No, no-"
He chuckled softly.
"Dion: The thought never crossed my mind. Actually, I…"
He trailed off, unsure of how to voice the unexpected desire to stay curled up beside her.
Ellie's eyes widened with a flicker of hope.
"Ellie: You actually...?"
She prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The decision seemed to make itself. With a gentle sigh, Dion slipped out of his shoes and settled onto the edge of the bed.
Ellie scooted closer, a relieved smile gracing her lips as she snuggled back into his side.
The room fell silent once more, but this time, the quiet hummed with a newfound sense of unspoken connection.
Ellie's eyes widened in mock surprise.
"Ellie: What? Afraid of sharing a bed with me?"
She teased, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Ellie: Don't worry, I don't bite...unless you want me too."
She added the last part with a wink.
"Ellie: Seriously though, you look exhausted. Why not just climb in and get some rest?"
Dion flushed under her gaze. It wasn't that he was afraid of Ellie. She was practically family at this point. But it had been two years since he'd shared a bed with anyone, let alone a woman.
"Dion: No, no, I'm not afraid!"
He stammered, feeling the familiar weight of social etiquette press down on him.
"Dion: Guests get the bed. Hosts take the couch. It's just proper-"
He was cut off mid-sentence by a tug on his arm. Before he could react, Ellie had him yanked down onto the mattress, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. She wasted no time in throwing the covers over both of them, her laughter echoing in the room.
"Ellie: Oh! Hush up!"
She ordered playfully, but there was a hint of concern in her voice.
"Ellie: You need sleep too, mister! You've been running yourself ragged all day. Now cuddle up and get some rest."
Dion lay frozen, his mind reeling.
This was...unexpected.
He hadn't planned on being this close to someone again so soon.
But as the warmth of Ellie's body pressed against his side, a strange sense of peace washed over him.
Hesitantly, he did as she said, wrapping one arm around her as sleep, a welcome visitor, began to claim him.
As she started falling asleep, he smiled again as he soon kissed her forehead before falling asleep himself, Ellie smiled as she blushed.
Too be continued....