“If you won’t let us put money toward your organization, then we’re making you an office building,” Everest says. “I saw a she-shed once, and I think it’s a great idea for this.”
“A what?” Wren asks, confused.
Pulling out my phone, I show her a picture of what they can look like. It’s a small building that she can customize however she’d like.
“I’m going into town today to get some supplies with Shaw, probably after lunch,” Everest says. “What are things you’d need if you could customize your own office?”
Eyes sparkling, she starts telling us all the things she’d want before stopping.
“Aisling should be part of this conversation. We should wait, right?” she says, lip pouting.
“Nah,” Flynn says, video calling Aisling.
“Miss me already?” she says with a smirk. “What’s up?”
“We’re designing you and Wren a she-shed,” I tell her, popping my head over Flynn’s shoulder. “Wren wants you to help us plan.”
“Are you serious right now? Our own space?!” Aisling squeals. Flynn gives Wren a knowing look, making her shake her head at him.
Flynn props the phone up so we can all see her, and I start clearing the table with Everest.
“It’s our contribution to your new organization,” Shaw explains. “It’ll be in the backyard, surrounded by the flowers Everest is planting, but most of all, it’ll be safe.”
“Safe is good. My dad was just asking me about this, despite my reminder that I can take care of myself,” Aisling says.
“I’ll call him and tell him you’ll be safe on our property,” Shaw says.
“The security is insane,” Wren whispers theatrically.
Wren and Aisling excitedly talk through everything they need or want for their new place of business, and I pull out some paper to write it all down.
“I’m going to give you a crash course on technology, Wren,” Shaw says. “I’m also ordering you a phone and a laptop.”
“Do I really need either?” Wren asks, confused.
Aisling stares at Wren for a second, and I know she’s trying to figure her out. Good luck on that. I’m sure they’re going to have a long talk very soon.
“Yes,” Aisling says. “I’ll answer any questions you may have too. It’s time to join the world of technology, Wren.”
That’s all she says as she suggests some built in bookcases, so that they’ll have more storage and Wren's hazel eyes light up.
I can’t fucking wait to see how this plays out. Anything that makes Wren happy is a win.
WREN
Aisling and I are curled up in the living room, and the house is pretty quiet. Amb is somewhere in the house with Flynn, having dropped my brother off at his car already. Shaw and Everest are currently at the store getting all the materials for our she-shed, which I’m still in awe about.
Jasper’s boss also agreed to the fundraiser idea, and the taboo aspect of it drawing in more donations for a walk on the wild side. Lastly, I also have a phone and laptop ordered, and have a basic idea of how to use them.
“So,” Aisling says, chewing on her lip. “Are you Amish or something? Is that why you don’t know how to use technology? Or were you in some kind of weird cult? Please blink twice if you need help.”
Blankly staring at her, I blink twice before bursting into giggles at her horrified look.
“I was not in a cult, nor am I Amish,” I tell her with a grin. “Jasper is my brother.”
“Okay, I didn’t see that,” she murmurs. “You can tell me if I’m overstepping, but every time you say things like I don’t need a phone, I’m worried you’re in a situation you need to be pulled out of. Your pack looks like they worship the ground you walk on though.”
Thinking over the last month, I nod. “They do now, and I believe that. We didn’t have the easiest of starts,” I admit. “They actually bought me at an auction. My brother has been trying to find me, and he asked them for help.”