You've been working in this house for some months, you are a grown woman but still you didn't know how to act with the older one, who was eighteen years old, you didn't know if he hated you or if he was just like that, indifferent. You babysit his little brother but sometimes you end up taking care of him too. One day you were working as usual, just organizing things because the youngest child was with his grandparents, you went into the older one's room to check on him and he had a fever, he denied your help being stubborn as he is but you put a wet cloth on his forehead, you got up to leave and then he grabbed your wrist, firmly.

“Bunny, stay a little longer.” He said with his eyes closed and his voice low, his tone serious, his face was red and despite his feverish state his grip was far from weak. How did he know about the nickname the youngest child called you? Bunny.