Elizabeth turned on the water in the big tub in her bathroom. She went over to the rack on the wall that was filled with the candles and soaps and picked a lavender scented bubble bath. She poured the soap into the hot, running water and watched the bubbles begin to form. When the tub got full enough, she turned off the water, stripped off her clothes and got into the hot, soapy water.
The water felt so good to her still nauseous body. Elizabeth laid back against the big tub and closed her eyes. She began to think about her baby once again. She really had to go see a doctor as soon as possible. She silently vowed that somehow, someway she would afford a doctor.
Elizabeth finished her bath and then grabbed a big, fluffy, white towel off of the other rack on the wall. She dried herself off and then wrapped the big towel around herself, before heading into her bedroom to get dressed. It was only 4:00 pm, so Elizabeth decided to dress in jeans and a red sweat shirt. After dressing, Elizabeth grabbed the book she was currently reading and went downstairs.
She went to the den where her and Mark had meet earlier before lunch. She looked at the fireplace. It was a little chilly in here, she wondered if it worked? She pushed the black button on the wall above the mantel and the fireplace roared to life. Elizabeth smiled and said to herself aloud, "That's better." Thanks to the fireplace, the den became warm and cozy.
Elizabeth spent the next hour curled up on the black, leather sofa in front of the fireplace lost in her book. When she finished the book, she sat it on the floor and stretched out on the sofa. She would just lay here a few minutes and rest, before she went to find something to eat for dinner.
When Mark returned home, the house was dark. Where was Elizabeth? It was only 8:00 pm, surely she wasn't asleep already. He unlocked the front door and walked inside. It appeared that she had already retired for the night. Mark shrugged and put his keys on the table by the front door. Maybe she was really tired? He thought to himself as he walked down the hall to the den to pour himself a drink.
He was about halfway down the hall, when he realized the glow coming from inside the den. Did he leave the fireplace on? He wondered to himself. He made his way through the doorway and there she was.
She was curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Mark walked towards her. He leaned down and brushed the silky curls off of her face. God, she was so beautiful. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. "Ms. Andrews?" He said softly.
Elizabeth stirred and her eyes fluttered open. Mark was standing right above her. What was going on? She must have fallen asleep she decided. "Mr. Callaway." Elizabeth began. "I was reading and I just closed my eyes…I guess I must have fallen asleep."
Mark was trying really hard not to laugh. She was just so damn cute with that sleepy look on her face. "It's alright." He said. "I just woke you, because I thought that you might be more comfortable in your own bed." Elizabeth nodded and replied, "I suppose you're right." She then picked up her book and got up off the sofa.
Before Elizabeth reached the doorway, she turned around. "Mr. Callaway?" "Yeah?" Mark said, looking up from the bar where he was pouring himself a drink. "Would you mind if I fixed myself something to eat before I go to bed?" With his drink in hand, Mark walked towards her. "You don't have to ask Ms. Andrews, you live here too now." "If you want something, get it."
Elizabeth smiled, "Thank you." Mark smiled back at her and replied, "You're welcome." With that Elizabeth left the den and headed towards the kitchen. Her nausea had passed and now her appetite was back. She fixed herself a roast beef sandwich and a glass of milk.
When Elizabeth had finished eating, she loaded her dirty dishes into the dishwasher and started up the staircase towards her room. She brushed her teeth and put on a yellow night gown before climbing into bed. As Elizabeth lay in her bed, she thought more about Mark. He was so nice and wonderful, she just wished that she could get to know him better and maybe one day become more than just his housekeeper.
Elizabeth pushed the silly thoughts out of her head. She knew deep down that Mark would never see her as anything but his housekeeper. Elizabeth sighed and rolled over on her side, before finally drifting off into an uneasy sleep.