Delighted CEO

aking him slowly. "I just need shelter until tomorrow morning. Then I'll find a way to go to town and solve my problem." "Don't you have someone I can call?" I swallow hard and lo

than she expected. - Thanks again. I nod briefly. - The left faucet is for hot water - I instruct her before leaving her alone with the children. I close the bedroom door to give her more privacy and go to the garage to get some dry wood to light the fireplace. While the wood crackles, I make three mugs of hot chocolate, trying not to think too much about having a stranger with two children in my room. Then I also realize that she didn't give me a name. I stare at the landline phone on a pillar in the kitchen, debating whether or not to call the police. Surely a police officer could help her better than I could. I push the thoughts out of my head and look up at the Watsons' house. The little lights continue to blink on the gables of the roof, on the porch fence, on the tree in the backyard and, from what I can see through the thin curtain on the glass window, on the dining room too. A little cry behind me makes me turn around immediately. I find them a few meters away from me, both with wet hair, changed clothes, the girl still clinging to her mother as if she would escape at any moment. Only then do I realize that I don't know what to give the baby, who is now wrapped in another blanket. I grab two mugs of hot chocolate and hand them to them. The little girl grabs the cup with both hands and looks at me over the rim, I think she's a little intimidated by me, and the older one leaves hers on the counter. The little girl looks around, as if looking for a place to sit. A little hesitantly, I approach her and place her on one of the stools-too high for her to reach. Her blue eyes stick to me for a second too long. "I don't know what to make for your baby," I say sincerely, turning to the stranger. "I have a bottle here," she answers and shows me the aforementioned object that was hidden between her chest and the child. "I just need to warm it up." I understand her implicit request and nod. I take the bottle and put it in the microwave. She tells me to wait a minute and I set the desired time. I keep my back to them, trying to deal with this strange moment that has hung over us. "My