Aisha woke up before Brian did, venturing downstairs in a long t-shirt.
Good morning, sunshine!
“Thanks for cleaning up,” I said, quiet. I could remember her reaction the last time I’d been talking to Brian, and added, “And for not getting upset.”
“I can’t help him, don’t know how. So I’m putting it in your hands.”
I think you made a good choice there. Though we don’t need Taylor starting to feel like this is another responsibility.
“Don’t thank me. If you screw this up, I can and will make your life a living hell.”
I frowned. “Honestly? That’s not very fair. I think I probably will screw up along the way. This isn’t going to be smooth sailing, whatever happens. So maybe it’d be better if you just trust that I’m going into this with the best intentions for him.”
She plucked a piece of bacon from a plate and popped it into her mouth. “Maybe. But no. Don’t fuck this up.”
I appreciate the concern, but this is seriously not something Taylor needed to hear right now.