Chapter 174: Adam's Apartment
Saturday, January 14th, Morning
The knock on the door wasn't needed, but it was polite. The person outside the door had keys to the door. But they didn't live here anymore.
Trin walked to the door and opened it. She looked at her Mom standing before her. Trin and Brooke looked enough alike to know they were related. Trin was only just slightly taller than Brooke. Two of Brooke's daughters from her first marriage got their height from their dad, except the middle one, which got her height from Brooke.
It's Saturday morning, and Trin dressed for a casual day at home. She wore jeans and a polo shirt; her feet were in just socks. Trin's hair was worn down and loose.
Brooke, while still in her coat, was dressed casually, but to impress. As she took her coat off, she exposed she was wearing a stylish dress and shoes. After draping the coat over the nearest high backed stool, she removed her now-signature sunglasses.
"Are you trolling me, Trinity?" Brooke asked, with a teasing tone in her voice.
"No Mom, I dress down on the weekends, because I usually do something with Wyatt," Trin said.
"Well at least you're dressed, I can't imagine how much of a slob your sister is being," Brooke said.
"Keni, well, she'll be Keni," Trin said.
"You mentioned Wyatt," Brooke said.
"That I did," Trin said.
"Where's my grandson?" Brooke asked.
"I think he's in the back with Ellie," Trin said.
Brooke nodded, "How's she doing?" she asked.
"Spooked," Trin said, "I don't blame her."
Brooke nodded, "From that litter, she's the pup that needs the chain the most," she said.
"Mom, it wasn't Ellie's fault," Trin said.
"I know, it's just Ellie's always been the one that put her neck out that extra inch," Brooke said.
"That's what so great about of her, she lives life with no fear," Trin said.
Brooke smiled and nodded, "You're right, she just frustrates me," she said.
"Why?" Trin asked.
"She has so much potential and spends her time-wasting her on her Dad's dime," Brooke said.
"Mom, Ellie hustles her ass off. The biggest complaint about her, from me at least, is she works too hard," Trin said.
Brooke nodded, "So, where is my Grandson?" she asked.
"As I said, in the back, either with Ellie, or probably his room," Trin said.
Brooke nodded and headed to the back of the apartment. Trin shook her head and followed Brooke to Wyatt's room. When Brooke went through the door, she found Ellie lying on the bed. She was on her stomach, looking over Wyatt.
Brooke studied her best friend's daughter and the second youngest child. Ellie's blonde hair held up in a ponytail, with its slight curl. Ellie wore jeans and a t-shirt.
Wyatt was on the floor with a tablet. Brooke couldn't tell what he was doing on it, but they seemed to be enjoying it. Wyatt had the Davis dark brunette hair, which was long for a boy; he was wearing sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt.
"What's so interesting?" Brooke asked.
Wyatt looked up, "Grammy, Brooke!" Wyatt yelled, put down the tablet, and went over to Brooke and hugged her. Ellie rolled on the bed into a sitting position, with her feet down on the floor. She looked over to Brooke and Wyatt with a nod. Ellie looked past Brooke to see Trin standing by the door with a big smile. It was a Mother's Smile as she took in her son with his grandma.
Brooke and Wyatt split off. Wyatt returned to where he had been sitting. Brooke looked over the room and walked further into the room.
"So, how have you been, Wyatt?" Brooke asked.
"Been busy," Wyatt said, "I have to keep up with Mom."
"Are you being cheeky?" Brooke asked.
Wyatt nodded, "Yeah, Aunt Libby, told me to say that," he said.
"Aunt Libby, I see," Brooke said, and looked over to Ellie.
"Hi, Aunt Brooke," Ellie said.
"So, Ellie, how have you been?" Brooke asked.
"Do you want the truth?" Ellie asked.
"No, Elizabeth, lie to me," Brooke said.
"OOO…you did it now; she used your full name," Wyatt said.
"She hasn't used all my names," Ellie said.
"Not yet," Wyatt said.
"Hey! I thought you were on my side," Ellie said to Wyatt.
Wyatt shook his head, "Not against Grammy Brooke," he said.
Trin laughed, "He's smart," she said.
"Well, Aunt Brooke, I got myself in quite a pickle," Ellie said.
Brooke nodded, "Well, let's have breakfast," she said.
Ellie nodded, "Sure," she said.
Brooke looked down at Wyatt, "So, Wyatt, are you still helping Aunt Fallon pick out dresses?" she asked.
Wyatt nodded, "Yes," he said.
"Are you still keeping score?" Brooke asked.
"Of course," Trin said.
"So, who's winning?" Brooke asked.
"Who do you think?" Trin asked.
Brooke smiled and looked at Wyatt, "Alright, Wyatt, I've taught you well," she said.
"Thanks," Wyatt said.
"You're welcome," Brooke said, and looked around the room, "I came here for a meal and a visit."
Trin nodded, "Then let's eat," he said.
The group left the bedroom, and they returned to the front room. Brooke took a seat at the breakfast bar; in the same stool, where she draped her coat. Wyatt took his place next to her.
"So who's cooking?" Brooke asked.
"Ellie," Trin said, as she took a seat next to Wyatt.
"Does she cook like her Mom?" Brooke asked.
"Hey, I can cook," Ellie said and cracked an egg.
"You must get that from your Dad," Brooke said.
"It was survival since my Dad didn't always cook," Ellie said.
"Grammy Brooke, are you preparing for Fashion Week?" Wyatt asked.
"Yeah, I am," Brooke said.
"So, you didn't come up to visit me?" Wyatt asked.
"I set this trip up to visit you and also prepare for Fashion Week," Brooke said.
"Okay," Wyatt said.
"No, okay about it, Wyatt," Brooke said, "I'm here to visit you."
Wyatt nodded. Ellie finished cooking and made up four plates. Slowly, she passed each out. Ellie took her plate and poured herself a cup of coffee, where she joined them at the breakfast bar to eat breakfast.