Aussie_Wolf
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Trevor had watched over her until sh had fallen asleep and then had quietly summoned Emma. The girl knew what her duties were and she had but nodded as he left the room although she had looked surprised at the smile upon his face. He guessed his people were just going to have to get used to seeing him smile a lot more from now on.
It was true that during the war he could probably count on both hands the amount of times he had actually smiled genuinely. Oh he had smiled to his superiors and even laughed at their jokes, but those had not counted. There were very few times he had genuinely smiled and even rarer still laughed. In fact his own people had started to call him 'Stoney Face'.
He walked through the house and made sure that the two women that had come with her were being looked after. The cook had been seamlessly worked into the kitchen and was in her element. She loved being in the large place cooking for so many people and his head cook said she was an excellent find. He was glad of that as he wanted Chelsea's people to feel at home.
Her maid had been set to work helping out with the household chores and again she was a hard worker. In fact they actually had to tell her to slow down. George must have worked the poor girl ragged if she was used to working at such a pace. Her work though was perfect and again he was pleased she was fitting in. Perhaps when Chelsea was feeling better he might allow her to resume her duties as her maid and allow Emma to go back to her usual job. He was sure she would like that.
For the rest of the day he had put a large dent in the paperwork and even Peters was happy with him. Finally the news came that Chelsea had woken up and he began to rush upstairs like a giddy recruit eager to sample the delights of his first flesh tent. Then he stopped himself. Stop acting like a fool. Calm down and do things right.
As he stepped into her room again he carried with him a small book, a large wooden box and a small tray with a delight he had picked up while fighting. Knocking on her door again he requested entry.
It was true that during the war he could probably count on both hands the amount of times he had actually smiled genuinely. Oh he had smiled to his superiors and even laughed at their jokes, but those had not counted. There were very few times he had genuinely smiled and even rarer still laughed. In fact his own people had started to call him 'Stoney Face'.
He walked through the house and made sure that the two women that had come with her were being looked after. The cook had been seamlessly worked into the kitchen and was in her element. She loved being in the large place cooking for so many people and his head cook said she was an excellent find. He was glad of that as he wanted Chelsea's people to feel at home.
Her maid had been set to work helping out with the household chores and again she was a hard worker. In fact they actually had to tell her to slow down. George must have worked the poor girl ragged if she was used to working at such a pace. Her work though was perfect and again he was pleased she was fitting in. Perhaps when Chelsea was feeling better he might allow her to resume her duties as her maid and allow Emma to go back to her usual job. He was sure she would like that.
For the rest of the day he had put a large dent in the paperwork and even Peters was happy with him. Finally the news came that Chelsea had woken up and he began to rush upstairs like a giddy recruit eager to sample the delights of his first flesh tent. Then he stopped himself. Stop acting like a fool. Calm down and do things right.
As he stepped into her room again he carried with him a small book, a large wooden box and a small tray with a delight he had picked up while fighting. Knocking on her door again he requested entry.