What It Will Be
While talking with the guys about what to do that day, you mentioned going out to find a job. Salons were open on Saturdays after all.
Sebastian glanced at Chris to see that he had the same discontented expression as himself so he took that queue to start, "Listen, (Y/N), when Chris said take this week to focus on the move, that meant the whole week. You didn't start moving until Monday. So take the weekend to relax. You spent all week worrying over that move and working hard in order to move." He took a drink from his coffee cup.
Chris nodded and put a hand over yours, "Give yourself a break, you deserve it."
You smiled hesistantly and opened your mouth to speak, but let out a sigh.
Sebastian ducked his head a little lower in anticipation, his eyes narrowed, "What?"
"You guys have already done so much for me.", you rubbed your thumb over the smooth porcelain of your coffee mug, staring at it as both your hands surrounded it now on the table in front of you. "You let me live here. You're paying for everything... I just-- I just really feel like a leech right now. I mean, I know you guys keep reassuring me that everything's fine. But, I just can't help feeling like I'm taking advantage and it's making me feel guilty."
They both furrowed their brows at you, Sebastian gently took your hand away from your cup and held it, softly rubbing a thumb over your knuckles in silent reassurance at the same time that Chris got up and crouched down next to your chair. He looked up at you with those bright blue eyes, concern clouding them slightly, "Sweetheart, look at me.", he said so softly, placing a light hand on your back, while his other arm, bent at the elbow, rested on the table for balance.
You turned your head slightly and your eyes trailed to his, your mouth hitched to one side with worry and doubt. You could feel the tears trying to push their way out from behind your eyes, but you willed them not to.
"You have got to stop doing this to yourself.", his voice was low, his face telling how badly he was starting to feel that their generosity was causing you stress. "It's not healthy."
You nodded and broke the eye contact looking at your coffee mug again. Sebastian still hadn't let go of your hand as he spoke up, "Just the weekend, okay? Everyone deserves some time for themselves and you are no exception." You looked at him, still not convinced, and he continued, staring into your eyes so intensely, "You really, really, REALLY aren't a burden. We are SO happy to have you here and to help you. We care so much about you. So basically, we're paying, very happily paying,", he emphasized, "to have our little ray of sunshine around all the time. And honey,", he shook his head playfully and smirked, "I'd throw money at it all day, every day, if that's what it took to always have you around."
That got a little smile out of you and you felt Chris rubbing your back in support of what Sebastian had said and he was nodding, even though you couldn't see him on your other side at the moment.
"There she is.", Sebastian smiled appreciatively at your change of expression. "Just the weekend, okay?" His brows pulled up in the center, his forehead wrinkling in concern, hoping his words actually convinced you for good this time.
"Okay.", you replied softly, the corners of your mouth turning up a little more. You were trying, really trying, to be okay with all this, but you had taken care of yourself for so long that it just really ate at you to feel like your weren't pulling your weight. You had picked up on the stress it was causing them that it was bothering you and that made things worse... And you knew they weren't going to stop taking care of you, so you were really trying to be okay.
Sebastian nodded, though he wasn't convinced that he had gotten through to you completely, he was pretty sure it just needed to sink in for a little bit. He got up, coffee cup in hand and as he did, he put a light hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer just a tiny bit and he kissed your forehead. "It's gonna be okay, doll." His hand was now at your cheek and his thumb softly stroking it a couple times. "I'm gonna go mow the yard." He rinsed his cup and put it in the dishwasher and disappeared downstairs to change out of the pajama pants and t-shirt he'd slept in.
Chris had given your back a few more strokes before he stood and took his cup to the sink, shadowing what Sebastian had done a moment earlier as you sat at the table still, staring out the glass walls of the sunroom into the back yard, trying to get your thoughts under control. You hadn't quite finished unpacking, maybe you'd do that today.
Chris made his way back to you as you got up off your chair to clear your cup as well. He stopped next to you as you turned, so he was then standing right in front of you, studying your face for a moment, his face almost void of expression as he clenched his jaw. He knew you weren't okay yet. He pulled you into a hug, gently, slowly. He surrounded you completely with his arms and rested his cheek on your head as you pulled your own arms in against yourself, your cheek resting against his chest... There's that strong heartbeat again. God, it made you feel so safe. "Everything is okay and will be okay, (Y/N).", he whispered and you found yourself fighting tears again. "Please... Please trust me."