As soon as I closed the door behind Sang, small chuckles could be heard from my living room. I closed my eyes as I prayed for strength, taking a deep breath as to not assign hours to my eavesdropping brothers.

"So, *snicker* how come she gets to call you by your first name?" That would be Luke.

"And what the hell was she wearing?" And that would be Gabriel.

"She's working on her house, Mr. Coleman. You don't expect her to dress nicely for such a thing, do you?" I ask him dryly.

He seems to consider it before shrugging, "Still doesn't explain why she gets to call you Owen."

"Because she's stubborn and exasperating," I tell him with a barely restrained eye roll.

Not to mention the feeling I get hearing my name roll of her tongue. If you could become addicted to someone's voice, her's would do it.

"More like cause her voice is like melted chocolate," Luke mock whispers.

"Don't you two have something better to do?" I ask with narrowed eyes.

They both look towards the ceiling for a few seconds before looking back at me with smirks, replying, "Nope!"

"Well find something," I growl, turning away and walking into my office.

I immerse myself in paperwork for the next few hours before I hear a series of random knocks on the door. After waiting a few moments to see if any of the other's in the house will answer, I rise from my seat and walk to the door, revealing Sean standing on the other side. A bright smile on his face with bouncy curls glistening in the sun.

What on earth is he doing here? He's supposed to have rounds today.

"Sean," I say, barely masking my surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Phil asked me to come get you," he tells me, stepping across the threshold and moving into the house. I close the door behind him as he continues. "He says that you need to come in for your physical, you've been blowing him off."

He settles himself down on one of the armchairs, laying himself sideways, his legs throws over the side.

That is slightly true. With how much time the Ashley Waters mission took, I haven't been keeping up with my physical appointments like I should. But still...

"Why did you knock?"

He shrugs, "Thought I'd give it a try. You looked surprised to see me Owen. Were you expecting someone else?"

"No," I narrow my eyes. "Why didn't he call me himself?"

"He did, said you weren't answering your phone."

Scrunching my eyebrows together, I pull my phone out of my pocket and press the home screen. When my phone lights up, there are four missed calls notifications, and 3 unopened text messages. All from Phil and Sean.

What? How is this possible? My phone never went off. Was I that absorbed in the paperwork?

"Hmm, my phone must have been on vibrate," I msue.

"Must have been," Sean replies. I look up from my phone to see his eyes pop open, the overhead light creating a twinkle in his eyes. "So, you ready to go?"

He pops up off the couch and walks past me, leaving the door open as he exits. Shaking my head lightly, I grab my suit jacket off the rack and pull it on as I walk out of the house. Sean's already seated himself in my car and has the radio tuned to some pop station. The whole ride to the hospital is filled with him singing in a high pitched voice along with Ariana Grande and the like.

I've never been more relieved than when the hospital parking lot came into view. Sean pouted as I turned off the engine in the middle of one of the songs.

Honestly, a grown man pouting. Have you ever heard of such a ridiculous thing? Has he no shame?

A glance to my right shows that he's still pouting as we walk into the Academy wing of the hospital.

Apparently not.

The next few hours is filled with a mix of waiting, tests done by nurses, and Sean's incessant talking. This is going on much longer than our regular physicals and I'm starting to get a little agitated when Dr. Roberts finally calls me into his office. Sean follows along like a lost puppy as I make my way into the room and take a seat in front of his desk.

"Ah, Owen. How are you?" he asks.

"I'm well, Dr. Roberts. And yourself?"

"Honestly Owen, if you don't start acting your age soon, you're going to end up looking like an old man far beyond your time. Are those grey hairs I see?"

The twinkle in his eye stops me from running my hand through my hair. Instead, I reach up to fix my tie, only to remember I didn't put one on this morning. Sang knocking on my door this morning stopped me right as I was choosing one.

"I'm sure it's just a trick of the light," I reply.

"Well, all your tests seem to be fine. Your height and weight are still well within range for your age. I see no reason for you to not head home and continue to enjoy your break."

That's it? I waited for half an hour after the last test for this!?

Taking a deep breath, I go to straighten my tie again before remembering that it's not there. Instead, I brush the invisible lint off of my shirt while standing.

"Thank you, Dr. Roberts. Have the boys scheduled their physicals as well?"

"Oh yes," he responds. "They'll be coming in over the next week or so."

"Very well, have a good day."

As I'm walking to the door, Sean says, "I'll be right out Owen. I just need to discuss something with Phil."

He give me a smile as he says this, to which I narrow my eyes before nodding once and making my way out of the office. I go back to sitting in the waiting area and as Sean talks to his mentor, I pull out my phone to check on my investments.

Sean comes out a few minutes later, smiling like a loon and we quickly exit the hospital and head back to my house. I tune the radio to a classical station, causing Sean to start mock snoring.

When we pull up to the house, I see a few lights on. The sun was still up when I left the house, but since then the sky has started to darken.

Hmm, must be one of the boys.

Walking into the house, a delicious aroma assults my nose, and I come to the conclusion that it must be one of the Taylor brothers making dinner.

Walking into the kitchen, I stop short as I see Sang standing in front of my stove. My apron tied around her waist. She's changed out of her earlier clothes and is now wearing a pair of jean shorts and a pink tank top.

As if sensing my eyes on her, she turns in my direction, a small smile appearing on her face.

What is she doing here? Oh no, Sean will see her. I'm never going to hear the end of this!

"Owen!" Sean calls out. "Tell Luke that I can't stay for dinner, something's just come up. I'll see you later."

His words are followed by the closing of the door.

Well that was close.

"Hey Owen, thanks for letting me use your kitchen," Sang's voice calls to me.

I look back over to see her stirring the pot of whatever concoction she's making.

"How did you get in here?" I question her, stepping further into the kitchen.

"Oh, the door was open. You must have forgotten to lock it when you left."

"So you just let yourself in?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you said I could use your kitchen right?"

"Yes, but I meant when I was home."

"Well I needed to get dinner started. I honestly didn't think you'd mind. You're always saying how you want to help right? Are you recending your offer?"

"No, I'm not. I'd just prefer if I were home when you come over."

"Alright," she smiles. "Not a problem. Sorry about the miscommunication. I'm almost done anyway, I was going to leave some for you but I couldn't find any tupperware."

"Bottom left cabinet. But as I'm here now, you can just put whatever it is on a plate."

"It's more so for a bowl. Where are those?"

"I'll get it."

As I move around the kitchen, I feel her eyes on me. I grab the bowl out of the upper cabinet and hand it to her, looking into the pot she's using as she continues to stir it.

"What is that?" I ask.

"Cowboy stew," she tells me, using the ladle to scoop some into the bowl I handed her. "You can use your own garnish for it. Sour cream, guacamole, some people like adding hot sauce. Here."

She hands it to me with a spoon in the bowl, and I hesitantly take a bite. It's surprisingly good, and I tell her so.

"Thanks, it's my own recipe. I'll still need that tupperware though. To bring this back to my house."

"You're more than welcome to stay here for dinner."

"Oh I would, but my boyfriend's waiting for me back at the house. Plus I wanted to give the plumbers something to eat for all of their hard work."

She grabs the biggest tupperware bowl that I own, and ladles the food into it. Once she's done, she closes the bowl and then places the pot in the sink, getting ready to wash it.

"Oh, you don't have to do that," I tell her. "I'll clean it."

"Oh no, I'm the one who cooked, I'll clean it."

"No, it's fine. You have people waiting for you. I'll do it."

"Well, if you're sure," she hedges.

"I insist."

"Ok," she says slowly taking off the apron before grabbing the bowl. "Thanks, Owen."

"Think nothing of it Sang."

She smiles at me and I watch as she leaves the kitchen, standing in place until I hear the click of the door closing. I smile to myself, walking over to the fridge to get out the sour cream to add to this delicious meal. Only, when I open the fridge, I'm greeted with a surprise.

What the...

My entire fridge has been rearranged. After moments of searching, I find the sour cream in the rack on the right side of the door.

Did she rearrange my fridge? Why would she do that?

Shaking my head slightly, I scoop some of the sour cream into my bowl and continue to eat. I wonder what other tricks this bird has up her sleeve.