again, and wondered if pulling an upside-down smile was going to be the start of another trend with this man. “That bed was made for a dwarf. My feet are going to stick off the end.”
Eric ran a hand through his hair and briefly debated whether or not he was going to pull it out in large chunks. “It can’t be helped.” The sigh that followed was exasperation leaking out of him in the best way it could.
Debra shrugged. “You have a nice looking couch. Let’s go with that.”
Eric rolled his eyes, in a way that he hoped Debra didn’t see, and he walked out with her to the living room, the tail-end of the blankets he’d grabbed for her trailing the carpet. When he was standing next to the couch, he set the blankets at one corner. He took a second to look at his watch.
“If that’s all you need, I’m going to bed. Morning comes early around here.” Eric headed towards the hall that led off to his room and just before he reached it, he said over his shoulder, “Thank you.”
Debra smirked at the sentiment, but nodded her head. When Dr. Nelson was gone, disappeared behind a door, she sank into the sofa, put her feet up on one of the arms like a country gal with no manners and pulled the blanket he offered around her.
What in the world was she thinking? In one day that doctor had managed to obliterate her perfectly earned freedom - she just hoped she didn’t regret her decision. She didn’t know how she knew, but she felt in her heart that all three of them needed her. It was just dandy to be needed, wasn’t it?
Before she drifted off completely, she sent up a prayer to the Big Guy. “God, bless the choices I’ve made today.”
~*~*~
Something was wrong, she just knew it. She wasn’t awake, but Debra could feel a tug at her senses that threatened to pull her right out of the blissful slumber that she’d fought so hard for. She’d greatly underestimated how hard it was to sleep on a couch, and it had been in the last three hours that she’d finally been able to wrangle enough sheep over the fence to nod off.
“Miss Brown! Miss Brown!”
What was that? Had a bird learned to say her name? It sounded - in her realm of unconsciousness - like a parrot chirping. In the most annoying way possible. Debra felt a sharp tug to her shoulder, felt pain as some of her hair was unintentionally pulled and as she peeked one eye open, she discovered a pair of blue eyes looking down at her. The eyes were full and round and bright with happiness - very awake eyes that she was sure didn’t match her own.
Silently, Debra prayed that she wasn’t about to throw a child across the room. Even God, in His infinite wisdom, wouldn’t forgive that kind of lapse in sanity. Of course, she recognized it was David, straddling her middle like an eager puppy. As she rolled her eyes to the side, she noticed Danny was next to the sofa doing a little jump-squat dance and not as exuberant as his brother, but equally as interested to get their nanny awake.
Debra sighed and opened her other eye. She started to open her mouth, to ask in the nicest way possible for the child in her lap to get off of her, when she heard Dr. Nelson call out, “Want some coffee?”
She pulled herself from the couch, David falling off to the side as he giggled like an alarm clock that had been programmed to laugh when it was set, and as she eyed both of the boys, she felt like growling until Dr. Nelson set a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.
Without saying a word of thanks, she picked up the mug and sighed as the first taste of the hot caffeine hit her tongue. After she took a few tentative swallows, she mumbled, “Thanks.”
Eric smiled at Debra, thinking absently that there couldn’t be a cuter person alive that looked like her first thing in the morning. And he wasn’t going to say anything about David and Danny - after all, he had warned her. The boys had meandered out of their