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and yawned.
    “You better get some sleep love.” Devon said.    
    “Do you sleep Dev?” She asked him curiously.
    “No, I don’t sleep but I do rest. I grow weary sometimes and I usually go to the cottage my mother and I lived in. That’s where I usually stay when I’m here in New Orleans.” Devon said.
    Abigail didn’t want him to leave. “You can rest here with me if you want Dev. Would you stay?” She asked.
    Devon stood up and took her by the hand and pulled her up on her feet. “Come on, let’s go lay down. You need some sleep and I need some rest.” He said with a smile.
    They walked back to Abigail’s bedroom and they climbed into bed and got under the covers and Devon took her in his arms and she laid her head on his chest. She moved her hand over his chest and sighed with contentment and soon drifted off to sleep. Devon smile and closed his eyes to rest, her sweet little snores soothed him.

Chapter Nine
     
    Devon and Abigail spent a lot of time together the past few days secluded in her apartment. It was hard for them to be apart for very long. They made love and talked about their lives. They felt a familiarity with each other that came natural and they both felt they’d always been together. Neither of them could imagine a time they lived without the other. It was late afternoon and they were thinking about getting out and doing something.
    “Dev, can you take me to the house where you grew up?” Abigail asked excitedly. She wanted to see where he lived as a boy.
    “Sure, I’d like that.” Devon said with fondness. “It’s run down but it’s still beautiful to me.”
    Abigail drove them the few miles outside of New Orleans where he use to live.
    “See that dirt road up there to the right? Turn there.” Devon said as he pointed at the almost hidden road. Tall trees lined both sides of the secondary highway they drove down and Abigail slowed the car down and turned right on a narrow road.
    “Are we close now?” She asked, growing more excited.
    “We’re getting closer so don’t drive too fast, it’s easy to miss the road that leads up to the house.” Devon said as he watched for the opening.
    Abigail drove a couple of miles and then Devon pointed to the left. “There, in between those two big trees.” He said.
    Abigail slowed down and turned the car into the overgrown dirt road that was between the two big trees Devon pointed to. The road was bumpy so she drove slow. Tall trees lined both sides of the long narrow winding road and then finally they came to a clearing and Abigail stopped the car. In front of them was an old small cottage that was once white but was now covered in pretty Irish moss. The roof was covered in the soft moss and parts of the house itself. Wild roses grew in the front of the house, they were in full bloom.
    “Oh Dev, it’s beautiful!” Abigail exclaimed as she shut her car off and opened the door and stepped out. Devon got out too and walked around to take Abigail’s hand and they walked up to the front of the house. The path was almost completely overgrown but they stepped through it easily as they came up to the front door. Devon reached out and turned the handle of the door and gave a mighty shove and the door creaked open.
    They stepped inside and immediately Abigail gasped in awe. She glanced around the small living room, the furniture was old and rotted mostly. A large fireplace was on one wall directly in front of them, moss grew in the interior and it gave it an almost fairy home kind of feeling she thought. “I can tell it was once very homey and beautiful Dev.” Abigail said as she started to walk around. She felt like she stepped back in time. She saw a door to the left and stood in the doorway and glanced inside. Devon walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist and peered inside too. “This was my room.” He said.
    Abigail walked in and Devon smiled as he released his hands from her waist. “There’s not much to see