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To Sweden With Love
fyra
Patric came back in the room I was in and handed me the water and Advil.
"Thanks..." I exhaled.
"I'll let you rest. I'll be in the other room if you need anything."
He exited the room and closed the door behind him. I could hear him talking with his wife in the other room about what was going on. He explained to her what happened and she completely understood.
Malin didn't go to the get together because she had to take care of Isabella, their daughter.
Even though I had the biggest 'thing' for Patric, I highly respected his marriage. I mean, how could you break up such a beautiful blonde family?! Besides, there was another Swede I had my eye on, but couldn't get my hands on as easily.
---
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up in that same warm and cozy bed as I was in last night.
The sun shone through the window behind me. I looked at the time on my phone: 8:00AM.
I was kind of afraid to exit the room.
I grabbed my purse and opened the door to look down the hallway to see if the bathroom was open.
I scooted down the hall and freshened myself up. Good thing I keep a toothbrush and deodorant in my purse.
I fixed my hair before going into the kitchen where Patric and Malin were sitting at the breakfast bar.
"Mornin'," Patric flashed a smile.
"Morning," I groaned. "I, uh, I'm sorry to intrude on you like this Mrs. Hornqvist."
I felt the need to apologize.
"No need to apologize, älskling," Malin replied. "And please, call me Malin."
My stomach growled really loudly.
There was a stack of pancakes on the counter behind the breakfast bar.
"Please, help yourself. Is it Ellie?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I think Malin was the sweetest woman I've ever met.
I made myself a plate of pancakes and took a seat at the breakfast bar next to Patric. Malin made me a cup of coffee. I don't normally drink coffee but after the night I had, I downed that cup.
I didn't say much during breakfast. Isabella was giggling as she played with her food, which made me smile and laugh a little. I kind of felt awkward being here.
To avoid conversation, I decided to text Olivia to tell her I was okay.
In case you were concerned, I'm fine...
She replied. Are you sure? Where are you?
I let out a little laugh. Patric's house... Since I passed out before he could ask me where I lived...
Oh my God.
He and Malin took good care of me. Don't worry. :)
I figured that I had overstayed my visit in the Hornqvist house.
"I should probably get going..."
"I can drop you off on my way to the rink?" Patric suggested.
"Are you sure? I can call for an Uber." He's done enough for me already.
He insisted that it wouldn't be a problem and got up from his chair and helped his wife clean up.
I left the kitchen and went into the living room adjacent to the kitchen. I sat on the edge of the couch.
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
What did I do last night? How was everyone going to treat me now?
---
I kind of figured driving me home was out of his way... and it was. But he didn't seem to mind.
He pulled into my driveway and I thanked him for everything he's done for me in the short time we've known each other.
"I really appreciate everything you--"
"No need to thank me," he interrupted. "Just a friend helping a friend."
Right... A friend helping a friend...
I sighed.
"Thanks..." I exhaled.
"I'll let you rest. I'll be in the other room if you need anything."
He exited the room and closed the door behind him. I could hear him talking with his wife in the other room about what was going on. He explained to her what happened and she completely understood.
Malin didn't go to the get together because she had to take care of Isabella, their daughter.
Even though I had the biggest 'thing' for Patric, I highly respected his marriage. I mean, how could you break up such a beautiful blonde family?! Besides, there was another Swede I had my eye on, but couldn't get my hands on as easily.
---
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up in that same warm and cozy bed as I was in last night.
The sun shone through the window behind me. I looked at the time on my phone: 8:00AM.
I was kind of afraid to exit the room.
I grabbed my purse and opened the door to look down the hallway to see if the bathroom was open.
I scooted down the hall and freshened myself up. Good thing I keep a toothbrush and deodorant in my purse.
I fixed my hair before going into the kitchen where Patric and Malin were sitting at the breakfast bar.
"Mornin'," Patric flashed a smile.
"Morning," I groaned. "I, uh, I'm sorry to intrude on you like this Mrs. Hornqvist."
I felt the need to apologize.
"No need to apologize, älskling," Malin replied. "And please, call me Malin."
My stomach growled really loudly.
There was a stack of pancakes on the counter behind the breakfast bar.
"Please, help yourself. Is it Ellie?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I think Malin was the sweetest woman I've ever met.
I made myself a plate of pancakes and took a seat at the breakfast bar next to Patric. Malin made me a cup of coffee. I don't normally drink coffee but after the night I had, I downed that cup.
I didn't say much during breakfast. Isabella was giggling as she played with her food, which made me smile and laugh a little. I kind of felt awkward being here.
To avoid conversation, I decided to text Olivia to tell her I was okay.
In case you were concerned, I'm fine...
She replied. Are you sure? Where are you?
I let out a little laugh. Patric's house... Since I passed out before he could ask me where I lived...
Oh my God.
He and Malin took good care of me. Don't worry. :)
I figured that I had overstayed my visit in the Hornqvist house.
"I should probably get going..."
"I can drop you off on my way to the rink?" Patric suggested.
"Are you sure? I can call for an Uber." He's done enough for me already.
He insisted that it wouldn't be a problem and got up from his chair and helped his wife clean up.
I left the kitchen and went into the living room adjacent to the kitchen. I sat on the edge of the couch.
I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
What did I do last night? How was everyone going to treat me now?
---
I kind of figured driving me home was out of his way... and it was. But he didn't seem to mind.
He pulled into my driveway and I thanked him for everything he's done for me in the short time we've known each other.
"I really appreciate everything you--"
"No need to thank me," he interrupted. "Just a friend helping a friend."
Right... A friend helping a friend...
I sighed.