Song Above: Call You Home

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The sunlight streamed through the window caressing my face like a gentle wake up call and I squinted in the brightness using the back of my hand to shield my eyes. I rolled onto my side, clinging onto the sheets and nuzzling my head amongst the pillows to steal a couple more minutes of sleep.

I heard a soft chuckle and I open an eye-catching Brody sat at the end of the bed watching me. He was showered, fully dressed and holding a wooden basket in his lap.

He hadn't mentioned the three words slip up and I didn't either. I assumed it was an in the moment kind of thing and didn't want to call him out on it. I'm not even sure he remembers saying it, to be honest, his mind was focused on something else.

There was a lot of heightened emotions last night. He'd finally felt comfortable enough to tell me about his mom, and let the walls he'd had up for so long down. I had no idea the weight that he had carried on his shoulders for so long. I'd always seen Brody as a carefree player, who flirted with everything that moved and loved irritating the hell out of me. I never considered that he had his demons he was dealing with. I never even considered that he cried too like the rest of us.

"Earth to Ivy," Brody's voice called me out of my thoughts and I looked up at him.

I nodded towards the basket, "What's in there?"

He placed the basket next to him, leaning over so his lips are inches away from mine and breathed, "Breakfast," His breath is minty fresh and makes my skin tingle in a good way. I smile and soak it all in. I thought about what delicious treats await me and I felt my stomach rumble.

I went to speak but then realisation dawned on me that I had yet to brush my teeth.

Lord knows what kind of rancid scent lived in my mouth right now. I shrink into the pillow so I'm as far away as possible and speak through tight lips allowing only a small amount of air to escape at a time.

"Are we having breakfast in bed?"

He scrunches his brows together, "Ivy, what's wrong with your lips?"

Heat travels up my neck and to my cheeks and I fling a hand over my mouth, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, I didn't want to kill you with my morning breath,"

He chuckles, it's deep and throaty, "I don't care if you have morning breath, besides you were breathing on my face this morning and you were fine,"

"I was breathing on your face?" I gasp, mortified.

"Yeah, I woke up to your face like inches away from mine, you sprawl out when you are asleep, kinda like a starfish," He winks at me, "It's cute though,"

I did have only child syndrome. When I went to bed I wanted the whole bed, not just a tiny corner. I guess I would have to get used to sharing.

I'm surprised he still had his eyebrows if I was breathing on his face this morning.

"I'm so sorry about that," I hid my face in the sheets.

Brody yanked them from my grasp and looked down at me with warm eyes, "You don't need to be sorry," He cupped my cheek and stroked it with his thumb, "Now get dressed, we're gonna have breakfast by the lake,"

He leant down and kissed my forehead, his lips lingering for a couple of seconds before picking up the basket and straightening up.

The thought of eating breakfast in the morning sun with him made my heart flutter like a caged bird and I smiled. I wrapped the sheets around me and leant over to gather my clothes when the smile fell from my face.

The only clothes I had were from last night and they weren't clean. They were covered in sweat and drinks from the party. I only had a small purse with me, which meant I didn't have any spare clothes or even makeup.

Brody noticed my discomfort, "What's wrong?"

"I don't have anything to wear,"

There was a shift. His eyes lingered on me for a while and I could see the thoughts swirling around in his head. It was almost as if he were having a silent battle with himself. He came to a conclusion, chewed on his lip and pointed to an old case at the end of the bed, "There are some spare clothes in there, you can wear something,"

I slowly nodded, my eyes flickering around his face as I tried to figure out what had made him so uncomfortable.

He shifted his weight, visibly trying to shy away from my scrutiny and spoke, "I'll be waiting on the porch, try not to take too long,"

I watched his receding form, my brows scrunched together as I analysed the last few minutes over in my head. I didn't think I said anything out of line or strange. I'd only stated I didn't have any clothes.

What was wrong with him?

Did he have clothes from an ex-girlfriend in that box and that's why he felt awkward about letting me wear them?

Did Brody even have an ex? Well, I mean other than Rose.

I remember at school he had various flings but nothing long-lasting. I hoped his heart wasn't with someone else and he'd kept her stuff.

I let out a sigh, shoving my thoughts to the back of my mind. I leant over and cranked open the chest. It was rustic, stiff and took a lot of strength just to open it. I could tell it hadn't been opened in a while. My eyes wandered over the heaps of clothes folded. A waft of lavender hit me in the face and I picked up one of the items, which was a floral dress and I laid it out in front of me.

It looked familiar and it took a couple of seconds for me to register why. I'd seen it before in the picture Brody had locked away. It had once been worn by the woman, who had her arms wrapped around her son with a smile on her face.

His mom.

I instantly picked up the dress, folding it up and gently placing it back in the chest. My eyes scanned all the other items, which were of similar design. My stomach twisted at the thought of these once belonging to his mom and I closed the case with a loud thud.

I sat at the end of the bed for a couple of minutes. I tried to think about how hard it was for him to offer me her clothes, let alone open the case. I decided it was best I didn't wear any of her clothes, I didn't want to pour salt in the wounds. I picked up my high waisted jeans from yesterday, wiped them down with a cloth and grabbed one of Brody's spare t-shirts tucking them into my jeans. I quickly brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush, doused my face with water and sprayed myself with deodorant.

I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled it into a high ponytail with the scrunchy on my arm. I slipped on my trainers and walked out onto the porch.

Brody was sat on the bottom step with his back to me. He was staring out into the open space of his garden. I followed his gaze and gasped. I hadn't seen his garden in the daylight before and it was beautiful. It was larger than a football pitch, with a vegetable garden in one corner, a swimming pool in the other and an array of exotic flowers scattered around.

Brody felt my presence and turned his head, his eyes slid over my body and he cocked a brow, "Nothing you like in there?"

"There was nothing that fit me," I lied.

I couldn't admit I felt uncomfortable wearing his deceased mother's clothes. I wasn't too sure if he'd take offence or not.

"Ah okay," He said and it was as if he was relieved I wasn't wearing her clothes. Maybe he felt obliged to offer but was secretly hoping I didn't.

He stood up picking up the basket with him, "You ready for breakfast?"

A wide smile spread across my face at the thought of food, "More than ready,"

"Well come on," He walked across the lawn and turned a corner so we were now at the back of the cabin. He opened an iron gate that was attached to the fence and turned his head to look at me, "The lake is this way."

I stopped in my tracks and narrowed my eyes, "So you had a gate all this time?"

"What?" He scrunched his face up in confusion.

"Last time we were at the lake you had me climbing a bloody fence, I thought I was going to die,"

He burst out into a deep, loud and hearty laugh. He had to hold onto the gate to stable himself. I watched him the whole time an unimpressed expression on my face.

I had almost farted in fear that night.

Seeing my face, he stopped laughing and wiped the tears away from the corner of his eyes, "Of course there was a gate, I just wanted to see your ass in my face,"

I gasped and swung out slapping him on the arm, "You pervert,"

His lips curled up into a smirk, a playful look in his eyes, "It did look extra tasty that night,"

I put my hands up and hurried past him, "Okay that's it, we are never talking about this again,"

He laughed as he followed behind me. I stopped when we had reached the lake and admired my surroundings. The air was pungent and crisp filling my lungs. The lake was spread out, the waters clear like peering through the glass and in the bright sun it was a perfect mirror for the tree's that surrounded it.

Brody laid a checked blanket out in the grass and sat down, his legs sprawled out in front of him. He looked up at me and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, leaning my head against his shoulder and smiled up at the clear blue sky.

I heard him open the basket and rummaged through it. Once he had found what he was looking for he turned towards me.

"I got you some sun cream, I know you burn pretty badly," He said sheepishly passing the bottle. and I took it from his hands with narrowed eyes remembering that time he'd hogged the shade so I had to sit out in the sun and burn.

We've come so far since then.

"Thank you," I slavered a large amount onto my exposed arms and rubbed it in. He leaned over and helped me. His large fingers massaged my skin and it felt amazing. I let a small moan escape my mouth and he paused his motion, his eyes clouding with that familiar hunger. He licked his lips and leant forward his mouth almost touching mine when the sound of his phone ringing caused him to stop in his tracks.

He groaned and pulled his phone out of his pocket, his brow raising at whoever's name was on the screen. He hesitated before answering.

"Hello?"

The voice on the other line was short and abrupt. They spoke loud enough so I could hear, "Brody, it's your father, we need to talk now,"