Amelia's POV
After Bobby had explained the daily routine to me, I helped him with a few chores before I sat down in my bed with my laptop and finished some work I needed to send to Nathan.
Even though I wasn't coming in to work for a few weeks, I still had a job to do, and with the next match only four weeks away, I needed to make up a whole new strategy, since Bobby wasn't going to participate, given his injury.
When I was finally done, it was time for dinner, so I headed toward the kitchen, but I stopped halfway, as I saw Bobby in the bathroom, seemingly trying to get his pants open.
"Are you in any need of help?" I asked, as he looked at me, horrified when I spoke.
"A-Amelia? Weren't you working?" He blurred out, clearly startled by my sudden appearance.
"I was, but
