Alternate Universe FanFic. Borrowing the characters from ADOW to create my own new story with a completely different plot, and events. Canon couples and always Matthew/Diana HEA.
Summary: Diana lives in New York and works at her local hot spot Diner, and after numerous failed first dates, decides to forgo the dating scene for a while. That is until a rather attractive construction worker named Matthew Clairmont walks into The Diner and catches her eye. He becomes a welcome regular among all the staff, especially Diana.
NOTE: Thanks to Shawna for her editing help, suggestions and ideas!
DISCLAIMER: All rights to Deborah Harkness. Just borrowing the characters.
THE DINER
By Goode Girl
CHAPTER NINETEEN
~TD~Diana~TD~
It had been a week since the accident and Matthew and Hamish were secluded away in his office, discussing the next steps for the hotel. He wouldn't be able to work construction on the site for upwards of seven to twelve weeks due to his broken arm, but Hamish was impressed with Matthew's knowledge of the blueprints and his design capabilities, so he wanted to see what he would suggest for improvements.
Last Tuesday, the day after the accident, Hamish called Matthew to tell him how the meeting with the owner went and how he wanted to hire someone new to oversee the plans and their required revisions; Hamish nominated Matthew. The owner seemed amenable to the idea and Matthew had the rest of the week to go over Peter Knox's blueprints to add the required measures for safety and to ensure that the building would be stable. This was his 'audition', as it were, for the position of lead architect for the hotel. Hamish informed us that Peter had signed over the rights to his design to the owner, so he couldn't try to claim any credit.
Currently, I was making a fresh pot of coffee as the owner would be meeting them here at Matthew's, in approximately twenty minutes. Once the coffee was brewing, I headed to the bedroom to change into clean jeans and a nicer top. Not that I needed to impress the owner, but I wanted to seem presentable. Going through my clothes, I didn't really have anything worthy. I'd really only brought work attire, which consisted of t-shirts and sweaters, along with some yoga pants and a few pairs of jeans.
I stood in the middle of the room, biting at my lip, when I realized I could wear one of Matthew's button-down shirts. I would just roll up the sleeves and tie the length of it around my waist. After pulling my hair into a pony-tail, I emerged from the bedroom when a loud knocking resonated down the hallway from the front door. With a fast knock of my own to his office door, I stepped in.
"He's here." I announced popping my head in and leaving the door open as I went to answer it.
"Hello, please come in." I invited, "I'm Diana," I added, stepping aside. "Matthew and Hamish were just finishing up in his office and should be out any moment." I stated. "Coffee?" I offered.
"Yes, thank you." He smiled. "Gerbert D'Aurillac. Pleasure." He greeted, holding out his hand for a shake. I returned the gesture just as Matthew and Hamish came down the hallway.
"Whoa! You're the owner?" Matthew called in surprise, a wide smile on his face.
He'd been healing rather well and could sit and get up without much groaning anymore. This in turn showed in his walk, as he strode up to Gerbert, hand outstretched.
"Matthew! How did those climbing cleats work out for you?" He smiled. It was then that I realized that he not only lent his climbing gear to Matthew, but he also lived in the building and was Matthew's neighbour. From what Matthew had been told by Frank, the night security guard, Gerbert had a penthouse apartment.
"Really well, thank you. This is my girlfriend, Diana. She was the one stuck at work." He portrayed as they finished their hand shake, and he nodded to me in acknowledgment.
"Thank you so much for those," I interjected. 'What a small world', I thought to myself. "I don't know how I would have gotten home without them." I stated.
"Not a problem. Happy to assist." He added, sipping from the coffee I'd handed him.
"Coffee?" I posed looking at Hamish and Matthew.
"Please, Love." Matthew smiled, walking over and kissing my cheek. I moved to the kitchen to get a few more mugs while Matthew led Gerbert and Hamish to the dining room where he spread out the blueprints on the large table.
Gripping two mug handles in one hand and grabbing my coffee with the other, I walked over and offered the cups to Matthew and Hamish and they took them carefully. A small utterance of 'thank you', slipped from their lips, and I stood back to observe. I noticed something odd in the design, lain out before me. I didn't want to interrupt as they were the experts. But it was something that seemed glaringly obvious.
"What is that?" I interjected, when I couldn't hold back anymore.
"What, Love?" Matthew posed, his eyes meeting mine before turning back to the blueprints. I stepped forward and pointed at a section peeking out, slightly hidden under the pages they were currently looking over; my finger indicating a hollow space with nothing below it, but plenty above it.
"My God!" Gerbert called in surprise, pulling the page out and laying it on top of the others. "How did we miss all these faults when we first picked his design?" He added in disbelief.
"Maybe because the finished product was aesthetically pleasing and the construction of it came second to him. It was only natural to assume the proper safety measures were included." Hamish interjected. "We wouldn't have noticed at all, if it weren't for Matthew bringing it to my attention in the first place." He added.
"So, what does that area mean?" I posed, as three sets of eyes met mine. My gaze moved between them frantically, thinking I'd done something wrong. But Matthew smiled gently.
"You just managed to find the biggest fault with this design, and if we had built up anymore, like Knox was ordering us to, then the building would have collapsed for certain." Hamish explained. "We would have been lucky if we reached maybe the ninth or tenth floor, before it caved in on itself." He finished.
"Jesus," Gerbert mumbled. "I'm so sorry I let that ass onto the work site in the first place." He added.
"Not as sorry as he's going to be when my foot meets his balls." I retorted, as my hand smacked over my mouth in surprise. I couldn't stop the verbal vomit that spewed from my lips. I often think of something but don't say it. Only this time, I said what I was thinking, and was so embarrassed.
To my welcome surprise, all three of them started laughing raucously, and I shrugged my shoulders glibly. Matthew pulled me closer, before leaning down to kiss me sweetly.
"I didn't mean to say that out loud." I murmured, when he pulled back.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We've all been thinking of how to get our revenge." Matthew intoned.
"Well, to start. How about taking his place as lead architect on the project?" Gerbert interjected standing from his chair. "It doesn't matter to me that you don't have a degree. You clearly know what you're talking about." He added, holding a hand out to Matthew. "Let's shake on it shall we?" He posed and Matthew eagerly returned the gesture. I couldn't stop the wide smile on my face and the way I slightly jumped on the balls of my feet in excitement for him.
After another round of coffee, a plan was set in place to work on the support required before they could build up. That would be the job of the work crew for now, until Matthew added the required stability inputs for each floor. It would require some small design changes to the exterior. But Gerbert didn't seem to mind. It seems Knox never cared about safety, only how pleasing to the eye the edifice looked.
By 4:00PM both Gerbert and Hamish were happy with where things were headed and bid their farewells. Gerbert even offered another apology before informing Matthew that Knox would be slapped with the medical bills for his injury, and any lost wages because of his idiocy.
TD~Matthew~TD~
Once Hamish and Gerbert departed, I closed the door and turned to Diana, pulling her into my arms.
"I'm proud of you." She smiled, tilting her head up to look at me.
"Thank you, Love. I'm surprised actually." I admitted. "I know a lot about how to build or create the structure, but without an actual degree, I didn't think he'd give me the job." I relayed, as she wound her arms around my neck. Her hands tugged and pulled gently at the hair there and I bent my head, capturing her lips in a kiss.
"Clearly, he thinks highly of your talent, Matthew." She encouraged.
"Yeah, well. Let's hope I don't fuck it up." I stated dismissively.
"I doubt you will." She comforted. "I mean seriously, anything you do is an improvement from Knox." She goaded, kissing at my chin before pulling away to collect the empty coffee mugs.
"That's very true." I confirmed. "What do you say we walk down to the diner for dinner. I know you need to check in with Amira." I offered, as she set the last mug in the dish rack to dry. Last week, Diana was afraid of leaving me too long, so she worked shorter shifts. Amira didn't seem to mind as she had help from Annie. But I was afraid of discussing this shift change with Diana. I think it would be ideal for her if she was going to go back to school. The planning of these details was something else that she seemed to be sacrificing right now, because of my injury.
"Are you not sore?" She posed, and I shook my head in the negative.
"It's really not hurting me." I confirmed.
My injury was healing well and was only tender to the touch at this point. I couldn't sleep on that side or have Diana lay against me there, but for the most part it was just a dull ache from time to time.
We walked up to the diner, hand in hand and when we entered, Amira had my face between her hands and was squishing. It gave me 'fish lips' and I couldn't talk through them properly.
"I'm so glad you're okay! We were so worried." She fretted, as Diana pulled off her coat. Annie was waiting to direct us to a booth.
When she finally released my cheeks from her grasp, I replied. "I'm healing well. Thank you, Amira." I smiled as we took our seats in a booth on the left side, near the back window.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Annie queried. Her voice was so quiet, I barely heard her.
"I'll have a chocolate milkshake." Diana smiled and she scribbled it down in her notepad.
"Just water, thank you, Annie." I smiled. She blushed something awful and Diana had to subtly dismiss her.
"Oh, she has a crush on you!" Diana teased. "Plus, you smiled at her, sent her into a tizzy!" She laughed.
"I didn't do anything!" I defended poorly.
"You can't help it, you're just charming." She complimented, her eyes moving back to her menu.
I shook my head slightly, doing the same. Something came to me though and I spoke up. "Wait a minute, why do you need to read the menu, don't you know it forwards and backwards?" I posed.
"Mostly, but I've never ordered off of the dinner section." She stated, eyeing me coyly over the top of her menu.
As I sat across from Diana, her blonde head bent over the menu, she bit at her bottom lip while trying to decide on what to order for dinner. I felt like I needed to catch my breath. It was such a simple, mundane moment, yet it was everything and more. I was so in love with her, but for some reason, this felt more intense. It was obvious to me that I wanted more moments like this, every day if possible. Spending every waking hour together as humanly conceivable was all I could focus on. From waking up to her sweet face each morning and wanting to share every meal with her; to sitting on the couch and doing nothing more than cuddling while we binged the latest show on Netflix. I wanted to see the world with her, or sit in our home, revelling in the life we had cultivated together. To kiss her every night before sleep and first thing in the morning.
Without any conscious thought between my head and my mouth, I just blurted out, "Move in with me."
She dropped the menu, her face looked stunned. "What did you say?" She murmured. We were interrupted when Annie arrived with our beverages.
"Can we have a few more minutes? Thanks, Annie." I stated, trying to politely dismiss her. She turned red once more and scuttled off.
Sliding out of the booth, I scooted in beside Diana and cupped her cheek with my right hand. Her eyes met mine and I was surprised to see tears there.
"Did I just fuck up?" I posed, worry emanating from my tone. Her head shook 'no' as the tears fell.
"Then why are you crying, Mon Coeur?" I asked, kissing her temple before my eyes met hers once more.
"I feel like we've been," She gently hiccupped as a small sob escaped. "Like we've been living together already, and I just feel stupid that I didn't think it would be the next most logical step." She admitted, and a large smile spread across my face.
"Does that mean it's a 'yes'?" I queried, and she nodded emphatically. "I love you." I stated, my lips meeting hers devotedly.
"I love you, too." She smiled, her lips returning the kiss.
I stayed in my seat next to her and she looked to the front counter, waiving Annie over. The poor thing almost tripped over herself as she stumbled to our table. We placed our order and discussed when she would move.
"Well we're in the beginning of March, and I've already paid my rent this month. So, April?" She posed.
"You can start moving things in now, Love. You don't have to wait." I smiled.
"What about my furniture? We don't really need it. Except maybe my dresser." She posed, her lips forming over the straw of her milkshake as she sucked. I had to re-adjust myself under the table and she laughed at me.
"What?" I asked, when she side-eyed me.
"It has been a week. Are you healed enough for such activities?" She giggled, as Annie delivered our food. I waited until she had departed before answering Diana.
"We could find out tonight." I relayed cheekily, burying my face in her neck and kissing just under her ear. When I pulled away, I saw her face drop into a hateful glare. The bells on the door had jangled and I looked up to see Kit standing there. My own fists clenched at seeing the smarmy little two-faced shit, just waltz right in. We watched with rapt attention as Juliette sauntered over to him and they embraced like old friends.
"What is up with them?" I whispered to her.
"No idea. But, the night of the storm?" She reminded me, and I nodded for her to continue. "He was here to see her. According to Amira, he had been coming in every Thursday and Friday, so this is a development." She whispered back. It was Monday after all.
"They're up to something, aren't they?" I queried, as we both started in on our dinner.
"I've suspected as much, but I've no idea what."
Kit seemed to notice us and headed over. My right hand clenched under the table at my rage. He was still unaware that I knew about the comments he had been making on the job site, about Diana.
"What are you guys doing here?" He smiled. I had a hard time faking a smile in return and was thankful when Diana spoke up for us.
"Just having dinner." Diana interjected, her hand gesturing to her plate. I felt her left hand over mine as she coaxed my hand from its fist to twine our fingers together. "You seem to be in a good mood." She posed, as we both eyed him speculatively.
"Ahh, well. I just had a conversation with Hamish and there is a possibility on the horizon." He stated arrogantly.
"Really?" I responded, a little more interested in what he had to say.
"Now that Peter has been axed, they will be looking for a new contractor, and I have design ideas." He smiled proudly.
"OH! You must not have heard then." Diana added.
"Heard what?" He queried. The tone in his voice was ill-favoured and I didn't like the way he was looking at her.
"The owner just approved a new architect for the hotel job." She added and Kit's face fell into a menacing scowl.
"They sourced outside for another person? They should have been looking at us for an in-house position!" He argued.
"Oh, it is in-house. In fact, Gerbert, the owner," Diana clarified. "He personally chose Matthew for the job." She grinned, her head turning to me.
I smiled at her in return. "Thanks, Love." I posed, turning back to Kit.
"But your injured." He complained.
"Yes, but I can still design and oversee the project, alongside Hamish." I clarified.
"This is so unfair! I just talked to him and he didn't say a damn word!" He called angrily before storming off.
"Is it bad that I really enjoyed that?" Diana giggled, her hand squeezing mine.
"Not at all, sweetheart." I stated, kissing her cheek.
We were quiet as we finished our meals and when Diana pushed her plate aside, Annie rushed over.
She collected our plates and met Diana's gaze. "Can I get you anything for dessert?" She offered, and Diana looked at me.
"No, thank you." I smiled and she tottered off.
She finished the last of her milkshake, her eyes glancing at Kit and Juliette from time to time. But something was on my mind and I wanted to address it.
"Diana?" I called softly and her blue eyes met mine.
"Hmmm…" She murmured around her straw.
"Have you looked into your schooling at all?" I posed.
"No, I've been preoccupied since we came back from Madison. Then you're injury." She simplified.
"Well, being immobile for most of last week, I did some research when you were at work." I explained. "A majority of the curriculum you need to complete, can be done online." I relayed.
"Really?" She posed; her gaze set on mine.
"Yes, although you will have to present your thesis in person." I added. "But I'm sure you already knew that." I smiled.
"I did. I actually have a thesis almost complete; I just need to review it and adjust for any new information since I last worked on it." She informed, a shy smile on her face.
"I can't wait to read it." I smiled, bending to press my lips to hers.
The clearing of a throat interrupted our moment and I pulled back reluctantly to see Amira stood by our table.
~TD~
"Hi dears," She greeted. "Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to see if we could have a quick chat about your schedule?" She posed, looking to Diana.
"Of course, please sit." She added. "I need to talk to you too." She finished, her left hand resting on my thigh.
"You're not leaving us, are you?" Amira queried, a hint of worry in her tone.
"No, at least not yet." Diana smiled shyly.
"Okay, you're going to have to explain." Amira laughed gently as Annie appeared, setting a cup of tea in front of Amira. "Thank you, Annie." She offered before the young girl scrambled off once more.
"I'm going back to school. Getting my Ph.D. in History." She stated assuredly.
"OH, Diana! That's fantastic news." Amira congratulated. "I take it then that the shorter shifts you've been working would be preferable then?"
"Yes, eventually though I will leave, but it looks like Annie could use a little more help until she gets the hang of things." Diana offered.
"Yes, she does well, but her confidence is so low." Amira relayed, sipping from her tea.
"She blushes at the drop of a hat." Matthew interjected.
"Well, Matthew," Amira began, eyeing him. "You are a handsome and charming one. It's no surprise she turns into a tomato when you address her by name!" She teased. Diana's hand on his thigh squeezed affectionately and he blushed himself at the compliment.
"I'll leave you to it then. Thank you for all your years of hard work Diana. But you deserve this!" She finalized, slipping out of the booth.
They paid their dinner bill before walking back home. When they got on the elevator, they were alone, and Matthew cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand; guiding Diana back, so she was against the wall. His knee pressed between her legs and against her core, firmly.
"I don't want to hurt you." She murmured, as his lips trailed along her neck urgently.
"You won't, Love. I need you." He reasoned, pleading for her to succumb to his ministrations. His hand travelled down her neck and over her collarbone, until he was cupping her breast. His thumb rubbed across her quickly hardening nipple. Squeezing at her breast gently, his long arm reached down, ghosting over her ass before pulling her sex more firmly against him.
"Okay, apartment now." She panted. The elevator dinged suddenly, and the doors opened.
Diana practically dragged Matthew down the hall and he unlocked the door with haste. She walked backwards into the apartment, stripping off her coat and the button-down shirt of his she was wearing. He kicked off his shoes while she discarded her jeans, shoes, and undergarments before pulling at his shirt to bring his lips to hers. Diana's hands moved to the belt on his jeans and she unfastened it hastily, pushing his pants and underwear down. He stepped out of them while Diana pushed his jacket off his shoulders.
They both chuckled when it got stuck on his cast. Diana carefully pulled the sleeve over the protrusion, sliding it off his injured arm, and tossing it aside. She turned her attention to his shirt and Matthew stopped her.
"Diana, you might not like what you see." He warned.
"What are you talking about?" She posed in concern.
"We haven't been intimate in a week, and the doctor did say the bruising could take a few days to show." He explained. "Plus, I've been changing my bandages the past few days, not you." He added.
"Okay?" She queried in confusion.
"I'm bruised, Love. And it looks bad but I promise it doesn't hurt." He clarified.
Turning her attention back to his shirt, she lifted the hem gently past his bandages while he slid his good arm out before pulling it over his head. It got caught on his cast, and once she pulled it free, her eyes roamed his torso. Gently, she traced her fingers over the bruises that were showing around the edges of his bandages.
"They're not hurting?" She questioned, raising her eyes to his.
"No, sweetheart. I promise." He smiled, reassuringly, cupping her cheek once more.
Their clothes were strewn around the floor haphazardly, and Diana tripped slightly as she moved back. Matthew followed her, step for step as she walked towards the couch.
Diana pulled Matthew forward and had him lean against the back of the couch before lowering herself to her knees in front of him.
"Fuck me," He crooned as he stroked his cock a few times.
She ran her hands up his muscular thighs, kissing as she went before pushing his hand off his shaft and gripping it herself. Running her thumb over the head, she flicked out her tongue and tasted his aroused flesh teasingly before descending lower and sucking his balls into her mouth.
"Yes, just like that." He panted as her hand stroked while her tongue licked and her mouth sucked.
Diana continued for a few moments before finally taking the length of him down her throat, all in one mouthful. She deep throated his cock and pulled back before doing it again.
"You like me sucking on your cock?" She teased, just as he had on Valentine's day.
"You have no idea," He gasped, as she sucked at the bulbous head once more. "But, right now," He moaned, as she continued her ministrations. "It's not enough." He growled, while reaching down. He cupped her face in his hand and gently pulled her to her feet, their lips meeting hungrily.
His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a kiss meant to leave her breathless. She quivered against him instead, as he continued to nip and lick at her lips. Pushing himself off the back of the couch, he turned so that Diana was now leaning against it. In quick succession, he lifted his lips form hers, spun her around, and pressed his cock against her ass. Slipping it between her cheeks slightly and grinding against her. Her pelvis was pushed into the couch, trapped between his body and hard metal of the frame; her skin cooled slightly at the contact. At the sudden change in position, she let out a squeak. Turning, she looked over her shoulder at him, and giggled while wiggling her ass against him; pressing back against his prominent erection teasingly.
His hand stroked at his cock a few more times before he slipped a few fingers between her moist folds. She pressed back into his hand as he fingered her clit momentarily before sliding a few digits inside of her. His actions were not slow and he fucked her thoroughly with his fingers.
"I'm gonna come," She stated breathlessly, pushing herself over his hand harder and faster.
"Taste yourself," He stated, pulling his fingers from her pussy and offering them to her, at the same time as thrusting his cock into her waiting heat.
"Fuck!" She called when he entered her. The first orgasm of the night washed over her, as her walls fluttered around him. He held still as she came down from her high before he started moving with slow measured thrusts while her tongue lapped at his fingers.
"Mmmm…." She hummed, licking the last of her essence from his pointer finger.
Matthew trailed his hand down her back while his left held her hip, as easily as he could with the cast on his arm. She thrust her hips into him each time he entered her, the slapping of their skin as his hips met hers, echoed in the room.
"Ahhh…." He called, stilling his hips. "I don't wanna come yet." He murmured, holding still for a few moments, and pulling almost all of the way out of her pussy.
He pulled his cock from her folds completely, and pulled her up. Turning her around, he kneeled in front of her as he pulled her left leg over his right shoulder before flicking his tongue over her clit repeatedly. Diana's hands wound through his hair and her fingers scratched gently at his scalp as he slipped his tongue between her folds.
"Yes! Matthew…" She panted, pushing against his face with each flick of his tongue.
He inserted a few fingers and within seconds she was contracting around his digits for the second time.
"That's my girl," He praised, licking her juices from his fingers.
Diana hoisted herself onto the back of the couch, as Matthew pressed his cock against her. Holding his shaft in his right hand he pushed the head against her clit and ran it down between her pussy lips before finally pushing inside her once more.
"Bloody hell," He groaned, finally sheathing his full length inside of her.
"Matthew, fuck me." She panted, pushing against him.
His hips started slowly thrusting once more, as his left hand held her leg over his hip and his right cradled the back of her neck. Leaning forward, he sucked her top lip between his and she hummed into the kiss as his hips picked up speed.
Diana wound her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer so their chests were flush together. Her nipples hardened at the contact as he trailed his lips to her neck. The scruff of his light beard scratched at her sensitive skin as her left hand tangled into his hair once more.
"I'm close," He panted, sucking firmly at the juncture where her neck and shoulder met.
"Me too," She replied, flexing her Kegel muscles to help bring him to a release.
"I fucking love that." He grunted; his hips moved even faster now. "Do it again, Love." He murmured, burying his face in her neck and kissing gently at the underside of her ear.
She willingly obliged as he pressed his thumb into her clit and within seconds, she was spasming around his cock. He thrust liberally a few more times before ejaculating inside her with a loud groan. Diana continued to slowly and gently grind against him as he spasmed while they both caught their breath. When it became too difficult to stay propped on the couch as she was, she felt him slip his softening cock from her centre as she lowered her foot to the floor; happily moving into his arms while he cradled her against his chest.
"Bloody hell," He murmured, as her arms curled around his back.
"I love you," She smiled, his eyes finally raising to meet hers.
"I love you, Mon Coeur." He declared, firmly pressing his lips to hers.
When he finally pulled back, something red caught her eye and Diana's gaze moved to his hip.
"Matthew!" She called suddenly. "You're bleeding." She stated, her hands moving to the bandage at his hip.
Tugging him by the hand, she pulled him into the bedroom and urged him to sit on the edge of the bed while she retrieved the first aid kit with the extras dressings the nurse had given her last week at the hospital.
When she returned, she sat on the bed and encouraged him to lay back so she could better examine him. "I'm sorry," She stated, not meeting his eyes while peeling the soiled bandage back to assess the damage.
"Diana, you didn't do anything wrong, Love." He reasoned. He noted the slight tears in the corners of her eyes and felt bad. She seemed to take on the responsibility of this small mishap as though she, and she alone had caused it.
"One of the stiches is torn." She explained, cleaning the area and staunching the slight blood leak before rebandaging the wound.
"Look at me please," He stated, sitting up slowly, once she was done mending him.
Her eyes met his shyly, her hands toiling together in her lap.
"I was just as responsible for that, you're not to blame. So, don't put this on yourself!" He clarified.
"I can't help it; I feel like I'm going to hurt you or make it worse." She admitted, sadly.
"You couldn't possibly make it worse, Love." He comforted, pulling her to straddle his lap. "If anything, you make it better." He smiled, winding his arms around her and pulling her against him, firmly.
"It really doesn't hurt?" She posed, running her hands through his hair. His head tilted back slightly at the gesture.
"No, it's just a mild, dull ache from time to time. That's it, and it didn't hurt at all a few moments ago." He clarified.
"Okay," She resigned.
They crawled into bed, his arm securely around her. The only thoughts in his mind at this point was wondering what Kit and Juliette were really up to.
~TD~Diana~TD~
A few hours later, I woke to find I was alone in bed. I could hear voices echoing down the hall from the living room, and pulled on Matthew's plush, green robe from the back of the bathroom door. Traipsing down the hall, a yawn escaped as I happened upon Matthew and Hamish.
"What's going on?" I posed, muffling another yawn with my hand.
"Hey, Love. We didn't wake you, did we?" Matthew posed as my eyes moved over Hamish. He was clearly dishevelled and dare I say, dirty.
"No, I just woke up, and you weren't there." I explained.
"Something's happened." Hamish interjected as Matthew reached out his hand to me.
I took it willingly as he pulled me to sit on his lap. "What do you mean?" I posed, waiting for Hamish to explain.
"Someone vandalized the construction site." He informed. "Started a fire." He added. "Looks like nothing is salvageable either, so we'll need to tear it down and start again." He finished glumly.
I gasped in surprise, worried what this would mean for Matthew, as the newly appointed architect.