The Widows Daughter

Part thirteen

Clint Barton's farm. Three weeks later.
(Chloe's POV)

I had been at the Barton's farm for almost three weeks. I had thought that Clint was hiding something from everyone. Although I had no idea it was this.

Apparently he has a wife,-and he said he didn't have a girlfriend-a son, a daughter, and another one on the way.

I was surprised that they called me their cousin. Apparently they call Mom-it was still kinda weird to call her that-Auntie Nat.

Mom was supposed to fly back to New York for a meeting or something. Clint was going to go, but decided that he should stay a little longer.

As for me, I had gotten used to the country. The quiet; the peace; the solitude; it was nice to be able to go outside and smell the fresh air.

I sat outside on the front porch and watched as Clint got the jet ready to go.

"Chloe!" Lila ran out the door and up behind me.

"Hey!" I said as I pulled her into my lap.

"What ya up to?"

"Momma said lunch is ready." She said bouncing in my lap, careful not to jump to hard on account of my injury's.

"Really?"

"Yeah! She also said that Auntie Nat wanted to talk to you." I smiled at Lila as we walk inside to the kitchen where Laura was finishing lunch.

"Cooper! Come get lunch!" She yelled up the stairs.

Lila pulled me towards the table and climbed up onto a seat. I took two bowls from Laura and took them to the table and then went back and took the two plates she had ready.

Sandwiches and Mack 'n Cheese. I had gotten used to normal food by now, but somewhere in the back of my mind it still felt wrong, and foreign, and weird.

Cooper came down the stairs and into the kitchen and took a plate and bowl and sat next to me. I always got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach every time we were close to each other, but I pushed it out of my mind and focused on eating.

"Your mom is finishing packing just so you know." I looked at Cooper and nodded muttering a thanks.

I ate my food then took care of the dishes for Laura, then I took the stairs two at a time as I went up. I had been staying in Lila's room for the past three weeks, while mom had been staying in the guest room.

I knocked on the door to the guest room and heard a 'Come in'. I pushed the door open and saw neatly folded clothes in a suitcase.

"Lila said you wanted to talk." I said unsure of whether it was a question or a statement.

"I did. Sit." She said with a smile.

I climbed onto the bed and sat by the pillows.

"I'm gonna be gone for a while, so I just want to make sure that you're going to be okay here."

"I'll be fine. I promise. Besides, I'm still on the mend. But I do want in as soon as I'm good to go. Okay?" I said pointing a finger at her.

She put her hands up in a defensive position as she gave me a little smirk.

"Promise." I smiled in acceptance at her promise.

"You sure you will be okay for a few more weeks?"

I looked her in the eye and said, "Je serai ok maman."

I watched as her smile became slightly wider. I forgot that she spoke French.