If teddy bears could talk, they would call you a fool.
Teddy day - The couple finds out that some limits are not to be pushed
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The Talking Teddy
“This is too...”
“Small? I know, right!?” Kerry peaked from one side of the huge bear, “I told you to get a bigger one.” He turned to his brother who was holding the majority of weight.
Oliver’s lips drew down, “This is the…” He could barely stand straight after the night he had. It was a relief that he only had to go cross country for the gift.
“Biggest they had.” Mia finished for him, leaning her head back to look at the monstrosity. How were they planning to get it through her small door. The better question, how did they carry it to her home. But the most important one was where they got it in the morning.
She was at their home last night. Kerry had almost convinced her to stay the night. She was about to give in to his puppy eyes, aware of the hope in Oliver’s. But she had to get back to pore over the books that were covering most of her bed.
“It was not!” Oliver’s voice lowered at her raised brows, “It was the prettiest.” He didn’t want to take the risk and get the gift cut in the middle if the door decided it had had enough. And it almost had.
Beth had cautioned him against using it for a while when she gave him another key. And she was right. He had tried opening it again after his trip to find it stuck as if refusing to move an inch. He was too exhausted to continue.
Oliver was glad he had also gotten a smaller one for Kerry. For Mia, he knew the one of his own height would be perfect. Mia’s small smile comforted him of his choice.
The brown teddy looked like it would start talking any minute. After going through the books, Mia knew that at one point of time, it was possible in their town.
She sighed before the three of them pushed it in her house. It settled nicely in the corner of her living room. Kerry pushed his nose up, sniffing his favorite scent. Mia laughed, gesturing him to her kitchen, “Right side of the counter.”
“Thank you.” She smiled up at Oliver.
“Do you like it?” He tugged his hair at the back of his head.
She pretended to look the bear up and down, going over every detail, “Not as cute as you, but it will do.” Her shrug made him grin before they heard Kerry’s delighted screech.
Oliver rolled his eyes and followed Mia to drag the idiot back. She rushed to shut her bedroom door first, turning around quickly to explain, “I haven’t had time to tidy it up.”
Oliver waved his hand, “It can’t be worse than his.”
“These are heavenly.” Kerry could barely get the words out of his full mouth, the chocolate dripping down the side of his lips. Mia couldn’t help but agree internally as she placed a glass of warm milk in front of him. She had made dozens more to cool down the ring, her nerves settled after the failure of finding the reason.
“You need to find another breakfast, Kerry!” Oliver took the pan from Mia to scramble the eggs. This time Mia agreed out loud as the discussion grew.
Kerry only grumbled out a forced yes in the end, helping them to load the biscuits in Oliver’s car.
He still sold out before they both came back from school. Mrs. Jarhead was the last to leave, calling out her dibs on a whole cake in the evening.
Mia went straight to their kitchen. Kerry took his seat on the table, teasing Oliver when he came for the fourth time to ask if she needed anything. He pushed the bigger guy out, taking his place at the counter to help in baking after finishing his homework.
Mia sneakily did her spells on the batter when Kerry was not looking. The sweet scent charged the kitchen air, giving her a heady daze. Oliver kept taking out the fresh cakes, and she didn’t stop baking.
Kerry had somehow left for bed without any tantrums, too tired to keep up after dinner. Mia could not sit still for the meal, getting up continuously to check and fuse the cakes.
Oliver shut the shop late to find out she was still baking. He called out to her to stop, that she must be tired, and he had shut the doors. It felt like his words fell off her ears.
He went around the counter to stop her hand, snatching his own back at the burning skin.
Oliver only then realized that every inch of her uncovered skin was red and seemed to emit heat in waves, “Are you okay?”
Mia looked up at him, her eyes barely open, “I can’t.” She reached out her hand to grab onto him before she lost her consciousness.
Oliver saved her from fall, gently laying her body down. His own body felt drained while he reached for his phone to call Mrs. lockmaster.
Oliver could barely mutter out the need for help before his eyes closed.
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