He wandered out of the living room, into the bedroom that held nothing more than a closet, which was already full of clothes, a few boxes and a rug that he figured probably cost the equivalent of a year's rent for him.
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"I'm expecting a sofa bed to be delivered today. I want to take my time picking out a real bed."
Waiting for Nick
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"Mama, Dad," Katie called out from the bedroom. "Come here. You've got to get a load of this!"
"My bed," Freddie explained to her puzzled parents. "It just came yesterday."
It was, if she said so herself, utterly fabulous.
The spacious room had allowed her to indulge in king-size, and she'd chosen a head and foot board of iron, painted a soft green, like copper patina-ted over time. The rods curved in a graceful semicircle, and were accented by metal flowers and small exotic birds in flight.
"Wow" was all Brandon could say with his mouth full of the scorned rabbit food.
"Great, isn't it?" Lovingly Freddie ran her fingers over the bars, and along the ivory-toned lace of the spread she'd chosen.
"Like sleeping in a fairy tale," Natasha murmured.
"Exactly." Freddie beamed. If anyone would understand and appreciate the sentiment, she knew it would be her mother.
Waiting for Nick