When Mina makes her way downstairs some twenty minutes later, she struggles with the clothes she has on.
He had given her one of his smallest shorts and smaller sized casual tees, but even though the tee is small for him, its large on her body, with it's one side of its shoulder handing down her forearm, almost reaching the top of the mounds on her chest.
Eric turns around when he hears her footsteps. One of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She had washed her hair and dried it but it was all fluffy and full on her head, uncombed. "Uh… Do you have a comb I can borrow? I could not find any in the room."
Eric tuts. "They were so eager to get rid of you that they forgot to come along with your own personal things. What a family you had." He walks past her up the stairs and returns a minute later with a large comb he hands to her. "This is what you can use that I have got."
"Thank you." She mutters as she goes back up the stairs.
He watches her go and stifles a chuckle when he sees her using her other hand to hold the hem of the shorts so it will not fall off her slim waist.
About five minutes later, Eric goes up the stairs to see what is keeping her from coming down for breakfast but he stops short immediately he opens the door.
She flies under the covers immediately she sees him, going positively red.
"What are you doing?" He asks, noting the piece of fabric on the bed.
She bites her lower lip in trepidation, words failing her.
Eric strides into the room and stands by the bed, picking up the brief. "What are you doing with my brief?" He scoffs. "Don't tell me you were thinking of wearing my underwear?"
Mina begins to shiver under the covers. "I don't have any underwear. The one I wore yesterday is wet because I washed it. When I realized, it was too late."
Eric bursts into laughter, rib cracking, stomach bending laughter. He laughs for a full minute, puffing when he finally stops. "I think I would prefer you not wearing anything. Its just the two of us, no one else knows. Hm? Otherwise, I think wearing my briefs will be quite sexy. I don't know which to use. You know what, surprise me." He feigns a jump at her and she recoils. He bursts into laughter as he exits the room.
Sometime later, Mina shuffles down the stairs, everything about her coated in embarrassment.
But its all fun for Eric.
She's cute when she is red.
Who would have thought that someone from such a despicable family will turn out so well mannered and cute?
"I borrowed a belt too since the short is too big for me." She announces, her eyes facing the floor.
"So, are you going commando or you are wearing my briefs?" Eric asks. She shifts uncomfortably. "Ah, ah. You know what? Don't tell me. I'll find out myself later. For now, have breakfast and we will go pick up your things from your former home."
"What do you want me to cook?" She inquires, raising her eyes to glance at him, then looking down again.
He walks around and comes to stand in front of her. "Look at me." Nothing. "Raise your head and look at me." She obliges and their eyes crash. He puts one hand under her chin and turns her face even more upwards. "You are my wife. You are Mina Walters. I will not have your hands wrinkly with chores. There are people to take care of those things. Do you understand?"
"But…"
"No buts."
"Come on and eat."
Both of them have a silent breakfast of rice and soup before heading out.
For the first time since Eric has known this woman, she seems actually terrified of something just as the house's gates loom ahead.
He removes the hand on the gear and puts it on her laps, squeezing it gently. "I'm here. You don't have to be scared of anyone."
Glancing at him, she smiles. His words are genuine and maybe he cares, just a tiny smidge, for her after all.