Rachel's POV

I stirred in my sleep against something hard yet warm. I didn't know what I was sleeping on or what time it was, but the sunlight was beaming in through the window indicating that it was the morning.

Last nights events rushed through my mind and the little of bit of hope in me thinking that it was all nothing but a awful nightmare immediately disappeared when I saw that I was sleeping on Alexander's lap.

He was sleeping while sitting, his long legs stretched out in front of him and his head leaned back again the top of the couch. His hand was resting on my waist.

Stealthily, I tried to wake up. I didn't want to wake him up though. I tried moving without him knowing but as I attempted to sit up his eyes opened wide at the speed of light.

He seemed alarmed at first but quickly recovered after realizing that it was only me and in addition to that realization, he pushed me away from him that I nearly fall off the couch.

I scowled at him. "Is it your favourite activity to push people?" I spewed out. It wasn't the first time he's pushed me.

He rubbed his face and ran his hand through his hair. "Sorry," he said for the sake of it. I gave him a dirty glare to which he looked annoyed. "It's just a force of nature. I've always been like that."

I stood up and started folding the blanket and picking up the pillow that was on the floor. "Well work on it. That's the second time you pushed me. You don't always have to be so harsh and rough."

He sat upright and looked at my knee that was healed from the cut I had got when he first pushed me in the mansion. "I just am," he muttered almost inaudible.

I placed my pillow and blanket away in the cabinet and checked my phone. There was no message or missed calls from the hospital. I would have hoped that they would have contacted me by now. I frowned going through the call log just to double check.

"She's still the same. No improvements," Alexander said with his phone in his hand. How does he know that?

"Why are you getting updates and I am not?" I asked displeased. She was my grandma, not his.

"Lev is at the hospital and he took care to change the emergency contact to me."

I huffed at him astounded. "I can't believe you! You're absolutely infuriating." I knew he'd brush me off if I asked him to put me back as the emergency contact, so I'd rather not waste my breath. Besides, I felt deflated knowing that grandma was not doing good.

I looked at the time and my eyes were as big as saucers. "Oh goodness," I said in shock. I was supposed to be at work 2 hours ago. Yvette is going to fire me. She's been waiting for this opportunity.

Alexander looked calm as usual. "Relax, princess" he said again. "You can go in a little later than usual. Yvette won't do anything," he explained already knowing my thoughts.

I don't know what was going on with me. I was feeling all sorts of emotions. I have never been tardy in my entire life. As usual, I began to cry. I couldn't help it. Everything is so overwhelming. I was stressing for everything, even that damn necklace that hopefully Madison won't notice.

Alexander cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable at my little outburst. He came to stand next to me and his hand were in his pockets. He avoided eye contact but handed me his handkerchief after a few minutes. He finally did look at me and he patted my head very softly.

I laughed at his action while wiping my cheeks with his handkerchief. "You suck at comforting."

He rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment. "Don't really know how to comfort. I mean last night I had to google what to do when somebody is crying in the hospital. It said to hug, so I did," he shrugged and shoved his hands back in his pocket.

I poured myself a glass of water as I put the kettle on for coffee. "You had to google that?" I snickered. "Have you not received a hug before?"

He looked deep in thought for a few moments. "Of course I have. Its just been a really long time. My parents used to hug me all the time," he said and drank the water I had set out for myself. "You say that as if you've receive a million hugs every day."

I shook my head at him. "Not at all. The last time someone hugged me was when I was 5 years old. My mother had dumped me for a few days with some rich business guy she knew. His wife was really sweet to me, think her name was Jenna or Ella or something. Can't remember..."

"I need to ask you something, princess. Your... mother. When she left you here with your grandma, did she say anything about your relation to her?" he asked me intently.

I slowly shook my head. "Not really, she just said that she is my grandma and that I should ask her about my father. So obviously she is my father's mother."

He looked down at his shoes in uncertainty. "Hmm... obviously she is your father's mother," he loosely agreed.

I was going to ask him what he meant but his phone began to ring. I perked up at the thought that it was the hospital calling hopefully with good news. I placed my cup of water down on the counter and went closer to Alexander while he held his phone in his hand.

He looked at it with skepticism and hesitancy but answered it, and when he did his eyes immediately fell.

I was the last person left at the cemetery. It was a relatively small funeral with a few neighbours, myself and Alexander was here throughout everything. He was kind enough to bear all the expenses and formalities. He insisted that it was the least he could do.

I was heartbroken. I knew grandma wouldn't last long but I didn't expect her to be gone so soon. Again, I didn't know what to feel. Glad that she didn't have to suffer any longer or sad that she finally left.

All these years we've barely had a meaningful conversation but I knew she cared for me. I looked down at the tombstone and sighed at the engravings.

In loving memory of Petra Garcia

I looked over my shoulder and saw Leeroy waiting for me by the SUV. Alexander had left a little earlier and went back to the mansion because his grandfather had called him. Today was Friday and I planned to take leave from the golf club tomorrow. Yvette, being the witch she is, said that I could only have today off to sort of the burial and I should be back at work as per usual on Monday.

I didn't really mind anyways. It was good to keep yourself occupied and not get caught up in the sore memories.

I placed a fresh bouquet of pink and white daisies and roses on the grave while a lone tear escaped. I bit back a sob and turned around to walk towards Leeroy who had the car door opened for me.

When I arrived at my apartment, food was already placed on the kitchen counter and 2 bags of groceries were sitting upright. No doubt Alexander sent those for me.

I had a quick shower and changed into shorts and a hoodie. I ate the food and when I was done I placed the groceries away. Taking out my phone, I sent a little text to Alexander saying thank you for everything that he has done. Despite his brooding personality, he really was there for me.

I set my pillow and blanket on the couch and went to sleep immediately. I didn't want to wake up again.