Gabriel's pov
"Blair!" I called out as I stood in front of my door with my hands buried deep into my pockets. She wasted a few minutes before she poked her head from the kitchen and stared up at me.
"Do you need something?" She asked, and I smiled.
"My room needs cleaning..." I replied, and the look on her face showed how displeased she was, but I already made up my mind.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," she replied.
"Five!" I ordered and went in before she had the chance to oppose.
"Yes!" I cheered myself as I danced around even though there were still traces of that headache.
She arrived a few minutes later with a vacuum cleaner and some sprays.
"Good heavens, what happened here?" I heard her mutter, but I ignored her and sat at the far end of the room, holding u
