After our small talk, Davina and I got to work on putting away the groceries. The kitchen soon filled with the sounds of rustling bags and clinking jars as we organized the supplies. It was a shared task, a small activity that felt strangely comforting in its normalcy.
With the groceries neatly stored, I turned to her and offered a warm smile. "Alright, shall I show you around the house and your room?" I asked, gesturing for her to follow me. She nodded, her expression a mix of curiosity and appreciation.
As we walked through the house, I pointed out different rooms and shared anecdotes about the history of certain furniture pieces or decorations. The atmosphere was easy, the nervous tension from before gradually melting away.
Finally, we arrived at the guest room. "Here's where you'll be staying," I said, opening the door to reveal a neatly prepared space with fresh linens and a cozy atmosphere. "Make yourself at home. If you need anything, just let us know."
Davina's gaze took in the room, a hint of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft.
"You're welcome," I replied sincerely. "Now, I suggest you get in the shower and freshen up. I'll go grab you some clothes."
Davina hesitated, her thoughts momentarily racing. "I'm not used to all this," she admitted, her vulnerability showing.
I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, but sometimes accepting help is okay. We're here for you," I reassured her. "Just take it one step at a time."
She gave a hesitant nod, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "Alright," she agreed, her voice carrying a mixture of reluctance and gratitude.
With that, I left her to head to the bathroom, my mind already planning to find her some comfortable clothes. In moments like these, it was clear that our gestures of kindness could make a significant impact, and I hoped that this was a step toward making Davina feel at home.
As the evening approached, the aroma of a home-cooked dinner began to fill the air. I had spent some time in the kitchen, preparing a simple yet comforting meal. With the table set and everything in place, I checked on Davina, who had just finished her shower and was now dressed in the clothes I had brought for her.
I entered her room and found her standing by the window, her gaze fixed on the outside world. The clothes, though comfortable, were a bit too big on her small frame, making her appear even thinner and younger. For a moment, my heart went out to her, reminded of the vulnerability she might have been navigating.
"Hey, dinner's ready," I announced gently, offering her a reassuring smile.
She turned to me, her expression a mix of gratitude and a hint of nervousness. "Thanks," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of appreciation.
I motioned towards the dining area. "Come on, let's eat. It's nothing fancy, just something to warm your stomach," I said, hoping to put her at ease.
Davina followed me to the table, her steps slightly hesitant. The aroma of the food filled the room, creating a sense of comfort and familiarity. As we sat down and began to eat, the initial awkwardness slowly faded. The conversation flowed, a mixture of light-hearted topics and stories, gradually easing the tension that had lingered earlier.
Throughout dinner, I couldn't help but notice Davina's small, uncertain smiles and the way she occasionally looked around the room, as if taking in her surroundings with a sense of wonder. It was a stark reminder of the newness of the situation and the trust she was placing in us.
As the evening progressed, I hoped that each moment, each gesture of kindness, was helping her feel more at home. And as we cleared the plates and tidied up the table, I silently reaffirmed our commitment to making her stay as comfortable and welcoming as possible.
As we finished dinner, Robbie, always the conversationalist, initiated a discussion about education. He turned to Davina with genuine curiosity and asked, "Do you go to school?"
Davina nodded, a fleeting hint of something in her eyes, but she didn't elaborate further. Sensing there might be more to the story, I decided to gently encourage her to share.
"That's great to hear," I said with a smile. "Education is important. What grade are you in?" I asked, hoping to keep the conversation going
.Davina's gaze flickered downward, her voice slightly wavering as she admitted, "I'm a freshman."
The response hung in the air for a moment, followed by a quiet pause. I exchanged a subtle glance with Robbie, both of us recognizing the weight of her admission. It seemed that the act of revealing her grade had opened a door to a larger revelation.
"I... haven't been to school in the past week or so," she finally confessed, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and an underlying confession.
I exchanged a glance with Robbie, understanding the significance of her statement. Her admission of being absent from school added a layer to her story. It seemed increasingly likely that she had left her home for reasons she hadn't yet fully shared.
"I'm sorry to hear that," I replied gently. "Is everything okay? You don't have to share if you're not comfortable, but we're here to listen if you want to talk."
Davina looked up, her gaze meeting mine for a moment. There was a mixture of relief and hesitation in her eyes, as if she was weighing whether or not to open up further. The trust we were building seemed delicate, and I hoped that our genuine concern was helping her feel more at ease.
After a pause, she offered a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you," she said softly. "I... I might share more later, if that's okay."
"Of course," I assured her, my tone gentle and understanding. "Take your time. We're here whenever you're ready."
With that assurance, the conversation naturally shifted to lighter topics, allowing Davina to ease back into a sense of normalcy. As the evening continued, I hoped that our home could provide her not only shelter but also a space where she felt safe enough to open up about her experiences.
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A/N: I hope you are enjoying these longer chapters. Again thank you for 500 reads, I can't wait to see how much more we grow. Anyways I was wondering have you eaten today?
If not please go get some biscuits, and drink some water. I love you. <3
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New Found Family
BeletrieDavina Aspen is kicked out of her home by her strict parents who are addicted to her studying. Her father wants her to become a physician, but she has different plans. They are not accepting of her liking girls. After being homeless for a few days s...
