Hovering outside Olive's room, Noah looked at the girl sitting in the middle of her floor playing with a wooden doll house that once belonged to his sister (a gift from his mother) and a handful of dolls not much bigger than her hand (a gift from Alexis). She'd been playing in her bedroom quietly and happily for the better part of the morning, had asked to be excused after they'd eaten breakfast together, Noah had nodded 'yes' and watched her go.
Olive had been living with him for three weeks now and she had adjusted so quickly that it had surprised him. He kept waiting for the girl to react in some negative way, kept watching for any telltale signs that she was struggling, but he had yet to find anything. Olive seemed...happy. She hadn't asked about her mother, not once, but she also wasn't calling him 'Dad'. This he couldn't help but feel relieved about, even if it made him feel incredibly guilty also.
If Olive was struggling in anyway, Noah was yet to see it.
"Hey Kiddo," He said, knocking on the door jamb. The spare bedroom had been transformed in the last three weeks and it no longer looked like the plain beige room that he never went into. It was very obvious that a child lived in there now. "She's gonna be here in about ten--" Noah was cut off by three sharp knocks coming from the front door.
Well, it seemed that his usually late sister was early for once in her life.