Taking What's Hers [Jenlisa Adaptation]

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I was too comfortable to move surrounded by the large double duvet that I had somehow wrapped completely around myself in my sleep. The large number of pillows that I rested my head on only added to my comfort.

Lisa had helped me move my suitcases out of the hospital room and into the spare room in her house a few days ago. Her bedroom was next to mine and I often found myself walking into her in the mornings. Lisa had helped with moving furniture around the room that Chittip had kindly had delivered to the house.

I was in the process of repainting the walls as Lisa had said that she wanted the room to be my own and so I could paint it and decorate it any way that I wanted. I could still faintly smell the light blue paint that was probably still drying from yesterday. I had decided to paint one wall light blue and another light purple and to leave the rest the original cream colour. The duvet and pillows matched the colours on the walls that Lisa had kindly bought me.

I had been worried about moving in with Lisa as it was unfamiliar and I wouldn't be in the same house with my mum who had reassured me that everything would be fine. I thought that sharing a house with Lisa would have been awkward and uncomfortable but so far it had been surprisingly easy. It was different but Lisa made sure that I felt at ease within her house and her presence.

Lisa would wake me up every morning before going downstairs to make us breakfast which was normally jam on toast, either fried or scrambled eggs and bacon. I spent the majority of my time in my room either decorating it or sleeping, since I was still recovering, while Lisa disappeared after breakfast to the pack house to help with her pack duties before returning for lunch where we would both sit around the small table in the kitchen. Lisa had explained that it depended on how busy she was as to whether or not she could stay for the rest of day after lunch.

She had spent almost every afternoon with me decorating my room and often getting the both of us covered in paint and sometimes the furniture. I was surprised that I had found myself warming up to Lisa and the idea of her being a werewolf as I realised that it was a part of her. Lisa hadn't touched me or even made a move to touch me and I was thankful that she respected me enough. I had found myself liking Lisa as I enjoyed her company, and I enjoyed being around hers but I wasn't ready to approach the subject of us being mates yet.

I had slowly but surely gotten my voice back although I sometimes found myself coughing or in need of a drink because my throat would suddenly go dry but it was near enough back to normal, for which I was thankful for. I would sometimes find Lisa staring at my lips when I would be talking and I didn't know if it was because she had never heard my voice or if I had something stuck in my teeth. It made me self-conscious as I would sometimes touch my face or put my hand over my mouth as I spoke.

My mum had come to visit me almost every day to help me with organising my room and decorating as well. She seemed better than I had ever seen her as she had been smiling and laughing a lot. Her blues eyes would sparkle and her cheeks would spread wide in to the biggest smile that I had ever seen on her face. I was pleased that my mum was starting to get over everything that had happened and she was finally being the person she wanted to be.