Third person POV
'Mum, this is Millicent O'Brien. Our new help', Raphael introduced. Millicent curtsied.
'Good day, ma'am', she greeted respectfully.
'Good day, my daughter. How are you?' The woman asked.
'Wonderful!' she responded. 'Raphael told me, you just had a set of twins and in need of help?' she asked.
'Well...', she started but Raphael interrupted.
'Mum, we spoke about this. It will help you get more rest and regain her energy. You do too much as it is!'
'That's true.I need help and I am grateful, you decided to help out, not minding the pay. In addition to the amount I shall pay you', she mentioned an amount that was not too much but was more than Millicent had been envisaging. 'You shall have your meal with us and we shall also provide you with shelter. And please', she added, 'Call me, Mildred'.
The money was more than enough then, since she was being spared the basics, feeding and accommodation, she had cause to grateful. It had not turned out
'May I see the twins?' she asked.
'Twins?' she asked.
'Grey and the little one of course, behave like babies. Twins, in fact', Raphael said winking at Millicent.conspiratorily.
'Oh, that!' Mildred said, laughing merrily. 'Do come and see for yourself and then you shall be the judge', Raph. suggested, taking Millicent by the hand and pulling her towards the door to an inner room, or so Millicent thought but the door actually led outside, to the back of the house. There two little children were sleeping. One was about seven and the other was not yet a year old. On hearing the noise caused by their coming,they stirred and the older child opened his eyes and Millicent did a double take. The eyes looking back at her looked so familiar but she just couldn't place it.
'Hello', she greeted, swatting and taking his hands into hers in a friendly handshake. The contact jolted her and she felt a connection of some sort with the boy.
The young boy kept looking at her, then smiled. 'You are here to look after me - us?' he asked.
Millicent did not trust her voice at the trusting look in the boy's eyes and she nodded.
'Great!' the boy said. 'I feel like you are the sister I never had!' This brought a tremulous smile to Millicent's face. 'And you are the brother I would have had!' she told him, pulling him into her arms in a hug, while wiping the tears in her eyes so that they would not see.This reminded her forcefully of Alpha Sylvester and her resolution to make him pay, became stronger. Little ones such as this must be protected from such as he. She wondered why he had not attacked the pack yet.
'What's your name?' Millicent asked the little boy.
'Hugh', he said happily. 'And you are?'
'Millicent', she said and asked generally, 'Are you part of the Moonlight Pack?'
'Yes', they chorused.
'Why?' Raph, as she preferred to call him, asked.
'Nothing, just asking. You live a little away from the main residential area judging from what I saw on my way', she explained.
'That is because of the proximity of this area to the forest', Ralph said as Mildred nodded in agreement and went in to prepare something. 'I did tell you that though I am not a rogue, I love living free as you will come to see'.
Millicent smiled. She did not think she was going to stay there for long, because she still planned on going back to see Alpha Blake. Then she had second thoughts. What I want from Alpha Blake, Raphael and his family were already giving her and much more in fact. So why go to Blake?
'My brothers seem to have taken to you. Especially the older one. You have made an impression on him just like you have made on me. You must have the gift of enchantment and seduction', he said smiling admiringly at her.
Millicent was looked at him with wide eyes and open mouth but when she saw the grin growing wider on his face, she smiled as well. 'I do not think so', she said simply.
'But I do know so. Look how everyone has taken to you at first sight', he repeated.
'Not everyone', she said recalling the other inhabitants of the premises and she pointed that out to him, telling him how her heart had thumped while he was gone, thinking they were going to attack her.
'They were just curious and their curiosity has been satisfied now that they have seen you with us', he said, waving it off with his hands. 'I'm sure they are already in love with you like my family is'.
'Dinner is ready', Mildred called.
'Come let's go inside and eat', Raphael invited her gently, taking her hands tenderly.
She carried the baby inside and allowed Hugh to tug along.
Dinner was a delicious affair with lots of vegetables and fruits.
After dinner, Millicent who was already used to doing the dishes, unconsciously packed them and proceeded out the room to wash them.
Raph and his sister exchanged glances and he went outside where Millicent was already busy with the dishes.
'You are really taking your work very seriously', he observed.
Millicent jerked as she looked up. She had not heard him approach.
'Oh, you scared me. Don't creep up on me like that'.
'I am sorry. I didn't know you scare easily', he said touching her on the shoulder.
'That's okay', she said. 'About taking my duties seriously, was that not why you hired me? You are already fulfilling your part of the bargain by feeding me and sheltering me, why shouldn't I fulfill mine? Would you be willing to continue doing all that of I stayed idle? And will I also get my wage when it is due by staying Idle?' she asked, shrugging. When he didn't say anything, 'You see, an agreement is just that and must be followed to the later'.
'But you could have rested for tonight. Couldn't you have washed it tomorrow?' he asked.
Millicent shook her head smiling disarmingly.
'Well, I can see there's no reasoning with you', he said shrugging. 'You seem to have the answer to every question. I shall leave you to your chores. I'd like to take a stroll. Or would you like to come with me? I could wait till you are through washing'.
'No. That won't be necessary. I am already tired and would love to go to bed after doing the dishes', she said. 'But do go ahead and enjoy your stroll'.
He nodded and left, seemingly reluctantly.
