Now that the decision was made, both Raphael and Elissa were eager to begin.
Later that evening, Raphael accompanied Brantley to the school to sort out paperwork for his transfer.
By the time they returned, it was supper time.
Near the building, they bumped into that maid once more.
Brantley gave a polite nod while Raphael remained silent, noting the maidâs odd expression upon seeing them.
As they entered home, Elissa was busy packing.
Raphael offered to help, saying, âLet me handle this!â
He guided her to the couch and took charge of the packing.
Growing up, he was accustomed to such tasks, surpassing Elissaâs efficiency.
âAre we cancelling the lease?â Elissa inquired.
Raphael grinned.
âNope! Weâll be back.
In six months, maybe.
Weâll return here in spring.
But we wonât be renting this place for long.
I reckon weâll have our own place soon⦠Elissa, what kind of home do you envision?â
She pondered a good while before responding.
âIâm thinking a cozy villa of around two hundred square meters.
A small garden would be lovely.
We could get a puppy for Brantley and our little one can play there.â
Raphael nodded.
His tone was serious.
âThese next two years might be tight for me.
I might need you to help cover the mortgage.
Once Iâm back on my feet, Iâll repay you double.â
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Elissa remained silent.
He glanced at her, grinning.
âAre you not on board? Well, then weâll have to hold off, or maybe opt for a smaller place first and upgrade later when I can afford it Elissa smiled.
âNo worries, Iâm in.â
How could she refuse?
His request signaled respect and trust which was just what sheâd hoped for.
Brantley was thrilled too.
He stuffed his schoolbag and suitcase with care, leaving behind one pillow because it felt like leaving a piece of himself behind in the place heâd called âhomeâ and that it would be here awaiting his return.
Despite the hectic day, they managed a simple dinner, which Brantley enjoyed.
Raphael whipped up some mushroom soup, just for Elissa.
It was very tasty.
As Elissa sipped her soup, Raphael sat on the couch, typing away on his Laptop.
Beside him, Brantley peered at the screen.
Rubbing his temples, Raphael remarked, âYouâre just a kid! Do you understand these complicated long words?â