A Journey From Germany 2

Chapter 33

He stood up and went into the bathroom to have his bath. He returned in his pyjamas and his face shaven, I bit back a laugh, he doesn't admit it, but I know he still tries to impress me, since whenever I make a comment, good or bad, he changes it. If I say I like a hair style or suit, he keeps it. And like today, if I make comment about something small like stubble, he changes it.
We laid down, Daniel wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck for a second before we fell asleep.


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Daniel Pov

I got home and had a bath. I was half-way through when I heard Gretchen call out to me.
"You're home?" I called out, it had seemed I lost track of the time.
"Yeah, just didn't know where you were," She called back. I laughed, she got herself worried over nothing.

Gretchen had came into our room at some point since she had called out to me "I'll make dinner, it should be done anyway time from 30 minutes to an hour" she had said, I grunted in understanding.

I had let myself rest, feeling my muscles relax in warm water, it was nice to know if my arm ever starts to hurt, it'll not hurt as much due to the warm water. I heard a knock on the door and Gretchen answer, I heard some muffled German, shocking me. Why would Gretchen, and whoever our guests are, be speaking German?
Gretchen knocked on the bathroom door "You have some guest downstairs, I recommend you finish soon, it might be a bit of a shock" She informed me, her voice very unsure. I hadn't an idea who it was, but I'll take her word for it.

I stood up, getting ready to go downstairs "I'll be down in a second," I said. Gretchen left and went downstairs. I heard some more muffled German from Gretchen and the guests, I couldn't place the other people's voices, but swear I've heard them before, but I don't know where.

I got changed and pulled the plug before I went to the kitchen and saw Gretchen getting the dairy and meat plates "Who's the guests?" I asked. "I heard you speaking German," I added, curious.

She gave me a small sad smile "Take a guess, who are the only people who know we are in England?" She asked. My eyes widened, it clicked, it had to be my family, Gretchen nodded, confirming my suspicions "They're in the parlour," she said, knowing my next question. I rushed into the parlour and saw my family on the couches, their faces lite up. I noticed my little sisters eyes had some tears, I rushed and hugged them all "I've missed you so much," I muttered. The girls nodded, I could see their eyes watering a little, but they didn't cry, and somehow, I've managed not to cry either.

Gretchen brought the plates in and placed them down "Do you want me here? It's a family gathering? I'm fine to leave" she said, not sure what to call this, and I had to agree with her.
I looked back to Gretchen, she seemed to not want to get in the way, I knew she must be remembering the last meeting she had with my parents.
"I'll introduce you all first," I said, wanting Gretchen to meet my sisters. I noticed my parents frowned slightly, I tried to ignore it.
"Well, Mama, Papa, you've... interacted with Gretchen once" I said, not liking the memory, I didn't know what to call our meeting, it turned into a yell fest due to my mother losing it at Gretchen, causing a rift in our relationship, thankfully, we sorted it out. Gretchen looked down to the floor, embarrassed or shy or something.
"Well Gretchen, these are my sisters, oldest to youngest, and could you, referring to you girls," I said, looking at my sisters, since Gretchen hadn't met my sisters, so might not know who is who "Raise your hand so she knows who you are," I said sternly, not wanting my sisters to confuse Gretchen, my sisters nodded.

"Mathilde," I said, Mathilde raised her hand "As I've said, she's the same age as you, 20," I explained, almost forgetting how old she was, since I forget how old I am, mainly since I've got a false age and real age.
Mathilde looked like me, chestnut brown hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin.
"Edda, she's 18," I went on, she raised her hand. Edda's hair was like mama's, it was a dark brown, almost black. She had light-ish brown eyes, slightly pale skin, similar to Gretchens, something Edda got from our grandmother.
"And this is little Inge," I said with a small laugh, she might not be 13 anymore, but she'll always be a baby in my eyes "She's 16," I said. Inge has light brown hair and eyes, with lightly tanned skin, a trait that is from our other grandmother, lot's of people are confused when they see her light colours compared to the rest of us. Inge had frowned, not like getting called little, much like she has always done.