The sickened luna’s last chance

Ella

“Shit, shit, shit,” Alexander muttered, scrambling to grab some rags from the supply closet.

I dropped my bag and the crib part on the dresser and rushed to help him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just paint.”

But the paint seemed to have a mind of its own. Within moments of spilling, it had somehow already spread halfway across the floor and begun to seep into the hardwood.

We spent the next twenty minutes trying to clean up the mess, but somehow we only made it worse.

Every time we thought we had it contained, more paint seemed to appear. Alexander accidentally stepped in it and tracked green footprints across half the room. I knelt down to scrub at a particularly stubborn spot and managed to get paint all over my shirt sleeves.

“This is hopeless,” I said with a sigh, wiping sweat from my brow–which only managed to smear more

paint across my forehead. “We’re going to need professionals.”

“Or we could just tell everyone the baby’s nursery has a modern art installation,” Alexander said,

gesturing at the abstract green splatters that were now decorating the walls and floor.

I couldn’t help it. I snorted, then started laughing, and once I started, I couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the stress of everything that had happened lately, or maybe it was just the ridiculousness of the situation, but something about the whole thing struck me as absolutely hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Alexander tilted his head.

tears from my eyes. I

I can’t possibly look that bad!” But when he looked down at himself and saw his paint–covered clothes and skin, his shoulders slumped

up to touch my hair, and sure enough, my fingers came away sticky. “Fuck. How did

the artistic process,” Alexander said, one corner of

should have been. The paint fumes were pretty strong in the closed room, and I was starting to

Alexander was crouched next to the overturned paint bucket,

raised an eyebrow. “Is that

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construction worker.” I reached out and touched his cheek, leaving a

you

had a dreamy quality

I ever told you

“I… no. You haven’t.”

Very broad. Very strong.” I leaned closer, breathing in his scent.

even though I’m

He stood up

his neck.

“You’re acting strange.”