Nineteen

Alice and Jade had leave and then a few minutes after.

"It's time for dinner, everyone," Grandma announced, her voice breaking the tension in the room.

They all made their way to the dining table, the weight of the conversation temporarily put on hold. As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere remained charged, each family member lost in their own thoughts.

Amidst the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation, Alana's practicality reemerged.

"Well, Eloise is here, so where am I going to sleep?" Alana asked, her voice tinged with a mix of humor and frustration.

Lucy, still carrying some resentment, replied curtly.

"You'll sleep on the armchair."

Alana, feeling like a guest in her own home, protested.

"Seriously? I'm a guest; you have to treat me right."

Lucy's resolve remained unyielding.

"No, that's it."

Grandma, ever the peacemaker, intervened once again.

"Calm down tonight. Alana will sleep with Lucy because it's not the first time you've slept together anyway," Grandma suggested, her voice carrying a hint of mischief.

Lucy sighed, resigning herself to the arrangement. Alana thanked Grandma, acknowledging the concession begrudgingly.

As the night descended upon them, each family member retired to their respective rooms. Alana and Lucy found themselves alone together, a hint of nostalgia hanging in the air

.From Alana's perspective:

Alana entered the room with Lucy, feeling a mix of nervousness and nostalgia. It had been a long time since they had spoken without the weight of their complicated history overshadowing their conversation. The room, dimly lit by a bedside lamp, emitted a cozy ambiance that matched the conflicting emotions swirling within her.

"Do you remember the day we decided to go and play in the rain instead of going home and playing all night?" Alana asked, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

Lucy chuckled, the sound warm and familiar.

"Yes, and then we both got sick, and we had to stay home for a week," Lucy reminisced, her eyes reflecting the shared memories.

Alana's heart fluttered as she delved further into their shared history.

"Yes, but the thing that made me happiest was that day when we had our first kiss," Alana admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Lucy's gaze softened, and she reached out, taking Alana's hand in hers. Their touch ignited a spark of connection, reminiscent of the affection they had once shared.

"Yes, despite your seductive qualities, you were very shy, and it was me who had to make the first move towards you," Lucy confessed, her voice filled with tenderness.

Alana felt a rush of warmth spreading through her body. The depth of their history and the complexities of their relationship laid bare before them. Alana's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Lucy's face, illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp.

Unable to resist, Alana leaned in, capturing Lucy's lips in a tender kiss. The world around them faded into insignificance as they deepened the kiss, the warmth and familiarity enveloping them in a bubble of nostalgia and longing.

But just as the intensity of their connection intensified, the door swung open, abruptly breaking the intimate moment. Two figures stumbled into the room, crashing onto the floor, and Alana and Lucy broke apart in shock.

"Grandma and Eloise, are you serious? You were spying on us?" Lucy exclaimed, her voice a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Grandma, with a mischievous smile, denied their accusations.

"No, me and Eloise were sweeping, and we fell down next to your door, weren't we, Eloise?" Grandma explained, her tone innocent yet knowing.

Eloise, trying her best to stifle a giggle, chimed in.

"Yes, we were definitely not spying on you."

Alana couldn't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. It seemed their moment had been interrupted by an innocent mishap.

Alana exchanged a glance with Lucy, and they burst into laughter, the tension from their earlier confrontation dissipating in the air. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, a sense of relief washed over them, realizing that their shared history and connection would always prevail.

As Grandma and Eloise made their way out of the room, Alana and Lucy found themselves alone again. They looked at each other, their laughter echoing through the room, and a sense of hope began to blossom amidst the complexities of their journey.

Together, they understood that despite the challenges they faced, their love for Eloise and the shared memories they held would always be the foundation of their bond. And perhaps, with time and understanding, they could rebuild what they had lost and find solace in each other's arms once more.

Eloise's Point of View

Eloise felt a surge of excitement as she watched Alana and Lucy's lips draw closer. She turned to her grandmother, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"I told you, Grandma! They were going to kiss," Eloise exclaimed, her voice filled with triumph. "Now give me the 100 jewels from our bet."

Grandma chuckled, amused by her granddaughter's correct prediction. She smiled warmly and nodded.

"Well, you were right," Grandma admitted. "I'll give it to you tomorrow. But for now, let's go to sleep."

Eloise nodded eagerly, bidding her grandmother goodnight before settling into her bed, her mind still buzzing with the events of the evening.

Lucy's Point of View

Alana's words echoed in Lucy's ears as they shared an intimate moment. The love between them blossomed, and their kisses grew more passionate, reflecting the depth of their emotions. Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, their connection solidified.

The Next Morning

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room, Lucy awoke with a sense of contentment. She glanced at Alana, who was still peacefully asleep beside her. With a gentle smile, Lucy rose from the bed and made her way to the kitchen, her steps light and filled with purpose.

Alana, now awake, stretched and yawned. She looked around the room, her eyes searching for Lucy's presence. Not finding her there, she decided to take a shower before joining Lucy for breakfast.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Alana discovered that Lucy had already prepared a delicious meal. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, making her stomach rumble with anticipation. She marveled at Lucy's thoughtfulness and love, realizing how fortunate she was to have found such a partner.

Lucy turned to Alana as she entered the kitchen, a fond smile gracing her lips.

"You're only waking up now, Alana," Lucy said, her voice warm and affectionate. "Just sit down, and I'll serve you breakfast."