Not Supposed to Be Here (Ebenezer/Constance)(Modern AU)
Unwanted company follows Constance home one day.
Rated 13+. Triggers for stalking from a third party, light violence w/ mention of blood, and some language. All the romance is just fluff, maybe with some innuendo if you squint.
Also, this takes place in a modern AU universe featuring @quill-pen's Bess (and her own Ebenezer/zar), Addie, and Gal. Cameo time!
Happy reading!
Usually, Constance felt safer upon entering their flat’s guarded lobby.
The gentle chime of the entry bell and lemony smell of freshly sprayed cleaner offered an air of professional hominess. It felt sophisticated, but also slightly cavernous, which usually aided her feelings of safety.
The building was old in design, with darkly lacquered walls and natural stone floors, but the cameras and keypads that dotted the vicinity were the best money could buy. The cost of the units within the building damn near insisted it. As a result, most of the residents did the same.
Literal resident, philanthropist (and casual billionaire) Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge, for example, had spared no expense in making her feel safe once she moved into his upscale London apartment. The man already had an impressive security system installed. A few years ago, he would have said it was to protect the funds, ledgers, and gold he prized. Now, it was to protect the woman with a heart of gold whom he had the honor of marrying in a few months’ time.
While Ebenezer treasured Constance open and ardently, her presence alone wasn’t the only factor that inspired him to pay top dollar for security.
He knew that being at his side put her in the public eye, and considering her ex-husband’s very active restraining order, he had updated the system to the latest model the day she first entered his abode.
Not only was the front door guarded by a doorman and the front desk staffed by two receptionists, but the floor Ebenezer’s flat occupied could only be accessed by a special elevator, which was manned by its own staff member at all hours, except for the occasional break. There was, of course, the fire escape out back, but that area was also guarded with cameras closely.
Yet, even as she made small talk with the attendants and checked their postbox for mail, a sense of uneasiness lingered over her like a storm cloud.
She felt unusually restless; like eyes were on her, but not just any set of eyes.
It had been just over a year since she’s felt that familiar sense of dread … the nightmare of his eyes, dark and cold as fog, watching her. Scrutinizing her. Hating her from afar.
A Harrods catalog slipped from her hands and onto the floor.
The rustle caught the attention of a nearby receptionist.
“Something wrong, Ms. DoGoode?” one asked, peering up at her from their post behind a large Mac monitor. They appeared to be checking their emails, the camera feed resigned to a smaller window in the lower corner.
Constance turned and looked behind her, her gaze moving through the lobby and out into the busy London streets. The frost-covered glass hid the details of the sidewalk and traffic outside from her view, but nothing immediately caught her attention.
Prudence, the large mastiff that loyally followed her lead even without a leash, followed her eyes. In response to her owner’s obvious discomfort, her stance immediately became more protective at the first showing of fear. She glanced around, growling in an attempt to stave off whatever was causing her new mama to tremble.
Yet, even as they both ladies stared out the front door, they saw … nothing.
Perhaps she was imagining things. Or, imagining people.
Trying to save face, Constance chuckled and tucked her mail away in her evergreen Telfar shopping bag, a recent acquisition from New York that her mother had sent.
“I’m fine,” she said, making sure to flash the receptionist a grin. “Clumsy as always, haha! Thank you for worrying.”
As if sensing her discomfort, Prudence whimpered and pawed at her lower legs. She bent and scooped up the mailer, then rubbed her large, meatball-shaped noggin. “Sorry, girl. I guess I’m just imagining things.”
Something must have triggered the feeling, she thought. Maybe another man in the lobby was wearing the same cologne as him, and she’d picked up on it subconsciously. Maybe she hadn’t seen someone coming in behind her at the entrance, and she’d let a door fall shut on someone. Yet, if that was the case, they apparently hadn’t stuck around to chastise her.
With kind words of parting, Constance made her way to the gilded elevator tucked in the back of the lobby. Prudence stayed behind just a moment longer, cocking her face at something beyond the glass.
Constance whistled as she held the door. “Come, Prudence.”
With a huff, the pup gave up her pursuit and trotted into the elevator.
“Good girl,” she praised. With those words, the elevator doors fell shut.
Moments later, the front door opened softly, and a man stepped in.
“Excuse me,” he asked as he approached the desk. We wore a dark trench with camel-colored gloves tucked into his pockets. His American accent was distinct, with a slight Dutch twang. “I looking for someone, and I think I just saw her go up.”
“Let’s see…oh, Harrods opened their Christmas department,” Constance exclaimed as she read the mailer on the ride up. “Oh, they already have their teddy bear display up this year! The Cratchit children would adore that. We should all go on an evening after work!”
While Constance attempted to distract herself by reading the seasonal ads, Prudence kept glancing around, as if even the tiniest shadow in the elevator could pose a threat.
“I wonder…has Bess ever been before?” Constance pondered aloud. “I’ll have to text Wolf and see. What a fun surprise that would be!”
Lacquered maroon nails tapped the glossy paper impatient. She glanced around the small space and heaved a sigh. “The, um, attendant must be on break.”
The mastiff definitely wasn’t listening. Her expressive eyes furrowed at every sound, and when the doors opened on the private floor, she even let out a bark.
Smiling softly, Constance gave Prudence a reassuring pat on the back as they exited. “You’re so brave, protecting me. Thank you, sweetheart.”
The praise temporarily distracted Prudence from her apprehension, her tongue lolling from her gummy jaw. Her tail swayed like a ship’s mast during a sea storm.
“Now, keys, keys…” Constance said, reaching her entire arm into the large bag to fish out the front door key to the apartment.
When her fingers brushed the distinct, heart-shaped keyring, a grin bloomed on her face. “There you are! Sneaky.”
Constance unlocked the front door, making sure to wipe her heels on the welcome mat before crossing the threshold.
“Ebenezer?” she called into the space, only to be greeted with silence. She heard no voices, or even music, from within. It seemed he was still out on business. He’d been called to a private meeting at a client’s estate. As the meeting was outside of their usual office location, there had been no reason for Constance to accompany him. Instead, he recommended she take the day off.
She smiled at the memory, especially how he had promised her he’d be back by dinner, then kissed her lovingly on her lips to seal the promise.
In fact, he kissed her each and every time they parted, no exceptions.
She kicked off her heels quickly, then reached up to a keypad located right next to their coatrack.
In addition to a front door key, the apartment had a security system that triggered every time the door was unlocked from the outside. Upon each entry, a special code had to be keyed in to disarm the system until the next time someone entered the space.
Some called the measure tiring or even nerve-inducing. She understood those sentiments, but to her, it was nothing but reassuring. It was a small price to pay for safety, in her mind. More than anything, she was grateful that Ebenezer took her safety so seriously.
She reached up and keyed in the code, her manicured nails tapping polished nickel buttons quickly. By now, she knew the code so well that she could enter it without even looking at the numbers.
A gentle beep sounded from the device, and Constance grinned in satisfaction. “There we go! Now then, miss ma’am Prudie, let’s—”
Without warning, the mastiff began to howl and bark. The volume of her bellows was so loud that the windows seemingly rattled in place.
His cheap cologne gave him away to Prudence before Connie had realized.
Just as the door was about the latch, a gloved hand shot through and stopped it from falling shut. The hand was large and masculine, adorned in a nondescript leather glove that would have been commonplace for anyone in London to wear, especially during the ideas of winter.
However, Constance recognized the glove instantly. She only knew one man who wore camel-colored leather gloves, complete with gold buttons at the wrists.
“Well, well,” Orin Spiegler grumbled, throwing the door open hard enough that the knob punched the drywall and left a hole. “The Sun was right.”
“Orin.” The sound came out as a choked gasp rather than a question.
“Normally I don’t read the tabloids, but when I saw that you hadn’t sent me a wedding invitation, I thought I’d check in with you personally.”
On stockinged feet, Constance stepped back from the front door. Shock stole her voice and ability to move, causing her to creep away with the speed of maple syrup through a frozen tap.
After a terrifying beat of silence, the man raised his arms like a preacher in a sermon and let out a loud laugh. “Well, don’t just stand there! Why don’t you give your ex-husband a hello, at least? After all, I flew all the way here. Don’t I at least get a kiss?”
She felt physically sick, as if she could vomit right there on the spot. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I’m banned from London? I’m here on business, Connie. Something our little … separation almost ruined for me. Don’t worry, I have no hard feelings about it, so don’t worry yourself into an episode over it.”
“I have a restraining order,” she said, her voice steady but far from confident. The acid behind his stare made it hard for her to control the tremble in her voice. “Y-You know that. You can be in London, of course, but…”
“I know you do, my little pumpkin-haired princess,” he said, his tone as condescending as his verbiage, “But, I was in the neighborhood. You know, the financial district, and saw you walking that fabulous little pup of yours.”
Her eyes flitted to the keypad, the red ‘Alarm’ button in the corner practically screaming to be pressed. She wanted to lunge to it, but her ex-husband’s broad-shouldered frame blocked it readily. Perhaps she could shove him, she thought, though her gut knew that she could move him even if she tried her hardest.
She’d never been able to shove him away before, after all.
Prudence continued to growl at the strange man, her canines flashing, and her impressive berth only accentuated by her splayed pose. Lowering herself close to the floor, she looked ready to spring up and attack, like an overwound toy or Jack-in-the-box.
“Easy there, princess. I’m not going to—”
When she snapped at his leg, his brow lifted in surprise.
“Temperamental, are we?” Orin sneered, “I never did like dogs. Too needy.”
His words sounded assured, but Constance couldn’t help but observe that the man had shrank away from her the tiniest bit.
He was scared of Prudence, she realized. Good. This was very good!
“She’s weary of strangers,” she offered, tilting her head down slightly.
“Didn’t seem weary when you were in the lobby.”
Her stomach congealed. So, he hadn’t imagined the feeling after all. “T-Then you must have also seen that I was talking with building security.”
“Who are just SO great at their jobs!” Orin mockingly posed, index finger bouncing in the air as if to tap an invisible period on the end of his statement. “Truly, bravo! I mean, all I had to do was walk in and speak to that lovely receptionist. She heard my accent, and I said I was a friend of yours. I told her I’d seen you while walking by and had just missed you in the lobby. Not a lie, after all. Then it was just a matter of choosing the right floor.”
“The right floor?”
“Everyone knows where your decrepit fiancé lives,” he said. “Exterior shots are all over the gossip rags. You should read them, actually! They say some things about you. Mostly about your breasts and age. I can’t believe they think you’re a 32DD. We all know you’re a—”
“Please stop,” she pleaded, holding a hand up, “I don’t care. I really don’t.”
“You should. They’re short-changing you, babe.”
“Don’t call me that. Also, don’t insult Ebenezer.”
“Well, anyway, images of you at your last dress-fitting kept me and all the other guys very entertained in the airport,” he said with a smile. “You ladies all looked so cuuuute! I’m glad you had some friends for this fitting. It must have been so lonely last time, with just you and your parents.”
“I-I…”
“I recognized Bess – fucking gorgeous lady, tell her I said that—”
“I won’t.”
“—and the other two … Addie and Gal, yes?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“So, I’m right. Fah-bulous. Are they taken?”
“In every way, shape and form,” she said flatly. “Are you satisfied?”
Orin chuckled a little too hard, until the sound petered out into a garish gasp. Then, his eyes drifted out the nearby apartment window, as if he was lost in thought. She almost thought she could sneak past him, until his eyes flashed back to her at the speed of an owl’s.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Connie?” he asked. “You. Here. With him.”
Constance furrowed her brow. “I don’t understand the question.”
“You’re not going to fall for the same song and dance again, are you?” he asked. “Doesn’t this feel familiar to you? The courting? The sweet nothings? You, sitting alone in an apartment, biding your time until he grows bored with you?”
It was Constance’s turn to laugh, but this time, in disbelief. “You and Ebenezer are nothing alike. Not in any way.”
“Now, that can’t be true,” he objected. “After all, you love him … and you loved me. Once upon a time, maybe, but you did. We must have a few similarities.”
“I loved the man I thought you were.”
“Perhaps we have acting in common.”
“No.”
“You think this one will last?” he asked. “That a man with his wealth and status will be satisfied with just you?”
“You have no right to—”
"Want a little insider tip?” Orin asked with a smirk. “Think of men like cabs, babe. When they're available, their light goes on. Ping! They wake up one day and decide they're ready to settle down, have a couple brats, they’re like a driver on-duty. The light goes on, and then, it’s a race against all the other cabs to get their next passenger. The next woman they pick-up? BOOM! That's the one. Marriage, kids, life-rending depression.”
Constance shook her head. “You might be like that—”
“—All men are like that—”
“—But Ebenezer isn’t.”
The guffaw that left Orin’s lips was as strident as cannon fire. “You think you're living a sweet little love story? You got lucky. You were just a pretty, desperate redhead on the curb. He pulled up, and you couldn't wait to hop in, couldn't you?"
Constance couldn’t look Orin in the eyes. “I-I…accepted Ebenezer’s kindness, yes. But I assure you, he was kind to me out of the goodness of his heart. He never expected anything in return because he’s a good man. A generous man!”
“Right,” Orin said. “And yet…here you two are. Living together. Engaged.”
“Stop.”
“A therapist would call this a troubling pattern, Con. You’re the common denominator here.”
“You were the one who asked me to marry you!” she asserted, her voice starting to hike in volume.
Then, to her horror, a grin split his face. “Oh … that’s right. I asked you. I flicked my little light on when I chatted you up, bought you a few vodka sodas on starry rooftops, compared you to a Botticelli angel, held your hand when we ice-skated in Rockefeller Center …I pulled my car up to your curb. And what did you do?”
He stepped forward again, which sent Prudence into a frenzy of howling and barking. Given the volume of her bellowing voice, it wouldn’t be long before neighbors (or security) investigated the noise.
This time, however, he didn’t shrink away. Instead, he reared his foot back and landed a solid kick right in her gut. The force sent Prudence staggering back enough for her to lose her footing.
Constance blanched at the sight. “Prudence!”
“You, a beautiful but dense girl from Manhattan, saw my light was on … and jumped right in.”
She flew to her knees and went to check on Prudence’s condition. Thankfully, it wasn’t a second of checking later that the mastiff was back to her senses. It appeared his blow had merely stunned her temporarily. With one shake of the head, she was right on her feet again.
Prudence weighed more than Orin by about twenty pounds, and while she had been holding back before, his attack only shattered her self-restraint. She lunged forward, jaws snapping and gullet foaming with rage. The force of her attack sent him to his elbows with a bone-rattling thump. Prudence didn’t cite or claw at him, but she did make a lot of noise while pinning is chest.
As predicted, the commotion caused doors to open in the hall, and Constance heard the concerned questions of neighbors.
While Orin was distracted, Constance bolted up and slammed the ‘Alarm’ button on the system. Along with the loud, reverberating barks from Prudence, the rhythmic blaring of the alarm created further commotion.
Pressing the button also automatically pinged authorities of an emergency.
It would also notify Ebenezer via cell message – a notification she knew he never silenced.
She wasn’t answering.
Ebenezer had no doubt he’d find at least twenty traffic tickets in his mailbox in the coming weeks, but the alarm had been activated at his flat and Constance wasn’t answering her phone.
If only he’d been at his usual office; he could have sprinted home, but no. Today of all days, he had been in a meeting outside of London, and had had to drive 15 minutes out to meet a particularly uppity client at their private estate.
Ebenezer had a feeling that the man would become an ex-client after how he’d dashed out after barely a word to Bob and his twin brother Ebenezar, but he couldn’t even care.
“Dammit, MOVE!” he swore, avoiding a flock of cyclists as he sped down A2198.
Once again, his call went to voicemail, and he immediately dialed again. All he could focus on was driving (AKA not crashing the car) and calling Constance’s phone over and over.
He left one pleading voicemail after another, begging her to call him back and also letting her know that he would be there soon.
When he finally had a visual of his building, he saw police parked out front, but their lights were off. Most importantly, there were no ambulances or other emergency vehicles. This slightly ebbed his panic, but not enough for him to coast into the building’s private garage and find a spot. Instead, he pulled up and parked in the street with alignment that could generously be described as cattywampus.
Again, he couldn’t care. Let them blast his windshield with parking tickets
Pushing the doors open and sprinting into the lobby, two of the guards immediately went to his side. Their goal had likely been to inform him of the situation, but their insistence upon pleasantries was too much chatter for him to handle.
“Sir, we’re glad you’re here!” one said, a light sheen of perspiration already coating their face. “Thank goodness, we were just going to—”
“Talk while you walk with me,” Ebenezer ordered, his voice practically bladed with tension. “Now.”
Instead of taking the elevator, he keyed into a private side staircase and took the steps up two at a time. Even professional firefighters would have had a hard time keeping up with the man.
Ten floors passed in the blink of an eye. Upon arriving at his flat’s level, he threw the door open to his floor to see a gaggle of officers crowded around his open doorway at the end of the hall. For a moment, his heart stopped at the sight before him.
Then, amidst a sea of curious onlookers and uniformed constables, he saw a flash of red hair. He would have recognized that hue anywhere.
“Constance!” he yelled, running down the hall at the sight of her.
Upon hearing her name, she turned to face him, her face puffy and her eyes blazing from worry. She was sitting on the floor in the doorway of their flat, Prudence seated at her side and nuzzling her face. They were okay, he thought, barely resisting tears.
She didn’t have time to speak before Ebenezer had shoved his way through the crowd and enveloped her in his embrace. They crashed together like comets compelled together by gravity.
Once in his arms, he felt her sink into him desperately, as if she was a small animal seeking solace from a hunter. “E-Ebenezer …I’m so sorry.”
He shushed her kindly but immediately, his wide palm falling protectively across her back. He urged her closer, and she obliged with a thankful sob, her shoulders shaking as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“It’s okay, Sunshine,” he whispered, turning slightly to place a kiss upon her damp cheek. “Gods, I’m so relieved to see you. I-I…can’t even tell you what I was thinking on the drive … ”
As they embraced, Scrooge heard nearby officers chatter about what had just transpired.
“The bloke said he was here on business, but his name isn’t pulling up any employers here or Stateside.”
Business? Stateside?
With Constance still folded tightly in his arms, he looked over to see a smaller group of officers that had gathered around … someone. He squinted his eyes, as if trying to peer through the physical entities that blocked his view.
“Is he going to need a transport for any injuries?” a voice radioed in. “The dog jumped him, but all injuries look superficial.”
Dog? Were they talking about Prudence? He looked over to see that Prudence was staying close to Connie, hugging her flank closely while laying his head upon one of his bent thighs.
“Hey there, girl,” he whispered, his hand giving the base of her skull a scritch. “Are you okay?”
Prudence whispered, and Scrooge’s confusion deepened.
“No, we checked him out and he’s going straight to holding,” the officer replied, his tone clipped. “He’s breached a restraining order.”
“Acting in contempt of court, huh?” another repeated, followed by a huff of amusement. “Stupid bastard.”
Ebenezer’s blood ran cold. The realization of what had transpired hit him like a ton of bricks.
All other senses; his sight, his hearing, his sense of touch; faded away, and all he became conscious of was a building fury that threatened to turn his vision red. There, through the narrowest gap of legs, he saw the distinct pale skin and dark-hair of the man that had tormented his fiancée for decades.
“You.” Ebenezer stormed to his feet and crossed the hallway in two steps. He was driven by blinding anger, which caused his heart to buzz like a saw. With the posture of a lion spotting wounded prey, he surged forward and grabbed the front of Orin’s coat. The over-starched lapels crunched under the older man’s fingers from the strength of his grip.
At this lunge, panic ensued.
“Mr. Scrooge, sir—!”
“W-wait! Ebenezer!”
Ebenezer paid the others no mind as he hauled Orin close to his face, their brows nearly touching as he eyed the man like a Minotaur out for blood.
Orin wheezed out a laugh. Only then did he notice the light bruising and raised marks on the man’s neck, each swatch standing out brightly against his sickly skin.
Oh, he would absolutely reward Prudence for her hard work.
“I should put your hard head through this bloody wall, Spiegler.”
“Then we’d both be off the jail, wouldn’t we?” Orin taunted. When he grinned, he saw his teeth outlined in red. “See, I tried to tell Sunshine that you and I were more alike than different.”
"Did you?" he asked, practically snorting in amusement.
"Yes, but I see that time in sleepy little London has made her more of an airheaded bimbo than she already was. She just couldn't seem to grasp the concept."
He raised his other arm in preparation to dislocate Orin’s jaw first-hand, but paused just short of contact. Unfortunately, the goblin of a man had a point, and he was in no mood to be forced away from his wife. Or go to prison.
With a furious sneer, Ebenezer threw the man against the wall in release. The officers fumbled to catch him, but understandably, made no effort to chastise the philanthropist for his reaction.
“Get him out,” Ebenezer whispered, his shoulders hiked up to his ears, and his voice oozed with venom.
“W-Would you like us to—”
“I want everyone who isn’t a resident on this floor off of it,” he seethed, his tone oozing with disappointment. “Any officers that need to question us can come inside.”
When his gaze fell on Constance, still huddled next to Prudence on the ground, his icy gaze melted into something more careful and tepid. Slowly, he sank back onto his knees and pulled her into another hug.
“Come one,” he urged, his voice soft and so, so tender. “Let’s go inside. I’m with you.”
The entire questioning process was as cut-and-dry as it could have been, considering the circumstances. With the assistance of Orin’s digital footprint in addition to the less than glowing testimonies Constance and Ebenezer offered, the authorities were able to piece together a likely series of events. It seemed Orin had lied about his employment status. He was a self-employed crypto investor after having a falling out with his New York office and had no reason to be in London for any professional reason.
“There is … much for us to look into,” a constable said as they jotted notes in a small flipbook. “Ms. DoGoode, you said he made a comment about watching you enter the lobby. Yet, you say you didn’t see him?”
“N-No,” she answered, her voice sanded with exhaustion from the day’s events. “I felt like someone was watching me, and Prudence was looking out the front window too. I … thought maybe I was imagining things? I never actually saw him, though. Not until I keyed in and he grabbed the door.”
“Ah.” The officer scrawled another note.
“H-How did he get up onto the floor?” Constance asked. Prudence sat to her right, head in her lap, and Ebenezer sat to her left. One of his hands cupped her knee, his thumb moving in gentle rotations in one of the indents there. It was a soothing reminder of his presence that she was beyond grateful for.
“We’ve already interrogated the main office and are currently looking into where the oversight occurred.”
“That should be no issue, as there are cameras all over the building,” Scrooge chimed in, peering at the officers with impatience. “That should alleviate much confusion.”
“Yes, it should sir,” one replied. “We’re working to secure that footage properly.”
“Good.”
Constance watched her fiancé in intrigue. In all the time they’d known each other and dated, she had never seen him stare anyone down before, and she had to confess … it was quite unnerving. Regardless of how he addressed the officers, his hand remained tender when touching her.
Meanwhile, while the couple chatted with authorities, other members of the growing Scrooge family pack (comprised of the many friends, associates, and relatives that the twins had connected with) texted in. His twin brother, Ebenezar, had known something was amiss. He’s watched him sprint from the meeting after all.
Upon receiving a brief overview of what happened, as well as a request to inform the others, the messages trickled in steadily:
>>Ebenezar: I knew something was wrong when you left … but I had no idea that it was that bad, Sammy.
>>Bess: I will KILL that man, I swear.
>>Ebenezar: If the authorities half-ass detaining him, they’re not going to like the next letter from our firm that crosses their desk.
...
>>Addie: Don’t worry about any errands! Tom and I can bring things your way!
>>Tom: You bet we can. Are you both set for dinner tonight? I can run something over.
...
>>Harry: I’m so sorry, Uncle. Can Hela and I do anything? Just say the word.
...
>>Bob: I just called Mr. Ebenezar as well, and we’re going to divide and conquer at work. Consider it all done.
>>Ethel: What cell is he in? I’ve been taking axe-throwing lessons, and my aim is damn good.
...
>>Gal: If you guys need some door security that’s worth a damn, Jake and I are free tonight.
...
After one last swipe of their men, the interviewer cleared their throat, the loudness of it conveying a sense of finality.
“We’ll keep you both apprised of any updates,” the officer said as they pushed themselves up from the sofa. With a nod to their partner, they reached across the table to shake Scrooge’s hand. An odd gesture, all things considered, but he did reciprocate, though his eyes remained as sharp as a steel edge.
“I certainly hope those updates include information on whether Mr. Spiegler’s detainment details change,” he said. “Clearly an order from the court is not enough to stop him.”
“Absolutely, sir. We’ll keep you both posted.”
Constance was relieved the questioning was over, and allowed her fiancé to take the reins at leading the officers out the door. After a few more pleasantries, she heard the reverberating sound of the door latch and the telltale beeping of the security system turning on for the night.
When she looked up, she saw Ebenezer tentatively approaching her. His footfalls were soft, as if he was walking on snow. His touch was even softer as he reached down to push a few strands of auburn hair back from her face.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she started. Her tone was borderline formal in manner and delivery, as if she was speaking to an associate rather than the man she wanted to marry.
Ebenezer’s gentleness turned to confusion swiftly. “Goodness, whatever for?”
She paused to blink back tears before answering. Another apology left her.
“I’m sorry for how … for how I seem to always make your life more difficult,” Constance said slowly. She directed her gaze at a notch in the hardwood flooring, unable to look her fiancé in the eyes. She knew in that moment that, if she glimpsed his face, she knew she would cry again. “I-I should have noticed him sooner. I should have trusted my gut better.”
“No, sweetheart—”
“I should have trusted Prudence,” she said, looking down at said pup, whose head still rested in Constance’s lap. Upon seeing her sweet, droopy eyes peer up at her, Constance caved as a sob rattled her body. “H-He kicked Prudence, Ebenezer! She was so brave, protecting me, a-and I let her get hurt!”
For a moment, Ebenezer couldn’t find the words to speak. Did she … really care more about Prudence than her own safety?
Seeing Constance cry spurred London's finest lady (and treat aficionado) to lift her head and lick the woman’s face, lapping away her tears. She was also incredibly ticklish there, and Prudence’s kisses dissolved her tears instantly. With peals of laughter leaving her, Ebenezer leaned in and gave Prudence an affectionate kiss on the forehead.
“She’s a strong girl,” he assured, grinning broadly. “Aren’t you, Prudence?”
She barked in agreement, her warm and deep ‘ruff’ filling the space.
Constance huffed out another laugh, always amazed at how the pup seemed to understand conversations better than some humans. Although Prudence had done a sterling job at ridding Constance’s face of her tears, Ebenezer still fished a clean handkerchief from his trouser pocket. He dabbed her face gently, careful not to pull or tug her skin.
“Tomorrow, just to be safe, we’ll take her to the vet,” he promised. “We’ll get her looked over and make sure she’s in tip-top shape. Trust me, Prudence has had many children accidentally tumble over her before. She helps the Cratchit children decorate at Christmas, after all!”
Constance giggled again, covering her mouth sheepishly as she did so.
Just the sight of her smile was enough to lift a huge weight from his shoulders. While the entire afternoon had been an exercise in panic, all that mattered to him was that she was safe.
“Now,” he said, placing the handkerchief in her hand, then caging her smaller hands in his, “What we’re also going to do is take a holiday. We’re going to spend some time away from the flat and let things calm down.”
The suggestion brightened Constance’s eyes, but that excitement was almost immediately tempered. “What about work?”
“I’ll call in some favors. My brother is a damn fine businessman – definitely better at handling clients than I am. Don't tell him I said so, though. Bob will handle the books. And if all else fails? Well, being a private practice has many benefits.” He then paused to rub his chin in thought. “Actually, it might be good to close our doors for a few weeks to give everyone a break.”
“Y-You think?” she asked. “Wait, but what about…?”
“Profits?” he asked, unable to hold back a smirk. “You’ve seen our accounts. We could shut down for the next thousand years and be right as rain. And that’s a moderate estimate.”
Again, that beautiful smile came back. Mere hours before he’s suddenly been faced with the possibility of never seeing that smile again, and the thought of that physically sickened him.
“Sunshine, what you said earlier…” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I…never want you to think that I see your ex-husband’s actions as a reflection of you. When you say you don’t want to make life more difficult for me, I realize that I cannot even begin to describe all the ways your have made my life immeasurably better since we first met.
“Since you came into my life, I’ve been changed in ways that, frankly, I thought I were beyond me. I thought I was too old to experience many of these lovely, sentimental emotions that poets love to wax on about.” He laughed, tossing his head back and staring at the ceiling. “Gods, I’ve never met someone who makes me feel so excited every time I’m proven wrong. It’s a feeling I’d wish every human could feel.”
Transfixed, she could only watch as he slowly turned to face her again. “You have made me excited to face each day. You’ve inspired me to notice small things – before meeting you, I don’t think I ever paid attention to those fuzzy caterpillars that come onto the sidewalks after it rains, or the way Prudence’s nose always wiggles slightly when she’s about to sneeze.”
“Really?” she asked. Her tone sounded so hopeful that it practically broke his heart.
“Yes!” he confessed. The answer couldn’t rush from his lips fast enough. “When I was calling your phone earlier, I…started thinking the worst. I suddenly couldn’t bear the idea of walking into that flat again if you weren’t there, or going back to work and seeing your desk empty. Seeing your coats line dup so neatly in our hall closet. Seeing your make-up on our bathroom sink. Not smelling your perfume on the pillow beside mine. Not hearing you have a sneeze attack every time you smell pepper, or not being able to race you down to the front lobby when we order take-away.”
Constance’s breath caught in her throat as she noticed tears prickling the corner’s of her love’s steely eyes as he rambled.
“When I tell you that there is no possible way you could make my life worse by being a part of it, I’m deathly serious,” he confessed. A tear darted down his cheek, and as he attempted to stifle a sob of his own, she dabbed it away with the handkerchief.
As if this gesture proved his point, a puff of laughter escaped him.
“The only possible way you could make my life harder or worse … is if you were no longer in it.”
It was his turn to cry as the tension of the day caught up to him, and he felt the floodgates break. Blast, he hated how easily he could be brought to tears sometimes.
What made it easier, however, was feeling Constance’s embrace circle him. Her hands latched at the base of his neck as she leaned in and covered his broader body with hers. His arms circled her waist, securing her in place, keeping her safe and present with him.
For many hours, they stayed like that, silently sobbing and embracing each other as the anxiety of the day left their bodies in literal waves. By the time they’d both exhausted their eyes to achy redness, sleep lingered over them with overwhelming insistence.
With mutual understanding, both parted ways to make some small changes before laying down. Ebenezer loosened his tie and Constance removed her constricting pantyhose, leaving her only in her blouse and pencil skirt. He gave her an impish whistle, and she threw that garment at him playfully.
Using her fiancé’s head as a pillow, she curled up atop his body and nuzzled her face against his shirt. Her ear laid squarely over his heart, where she could hear its steady and strong beat just inches away. Ebenezer moved a hand to the small of her back to not only make sure she stayed in place atop him and didn’t roll off, but to remind her of his presence.
“I’ll watch the door,” he promised, kissing the top of her head. “You sleep. I insist.”
His broad hand gave her waist a reassuring squeeze, hugging her close.
“And I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
>>Hello! You’re reached the voicemail for Constance DoGoode. I’m away from the phone right now, but leave your name and number, and I will return your call as soon as possible. Thank you!
… <BEEP>
<<Sunshine, it’s me. Please, please tell me you’re okay. I need to know you’re safe. I-I’m sorry for calling you over and over, and … fuck, I promise I’ll be there soon, angel. I promise. I love you, okay. I love you so much. I-I’m going to call again. Okay, love you. Please call me.”
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Domestic Plumbing Course London: Your Gateway to a Rewarding Career
Are you considering a career in plumbing or looking to upgrade your skills? A domestic plumbing course in London might be exactly what you need. Plumbing is a profession that has been around for centuries, yet it remains as essential as ever. In London, a city brimming with opportunities and challenges, becoming a skilled plumber can open the door to a stable and rewarding career.
In this article, we'll explore everything you need to know about domestic plumbing courses in London—from the basics to advanced training, the benefits of pursuing this career, and how you can get started. Let's dive in!
What is a Domestic Plumbing Course?
A domestic plumbing course is a training program designed to teach you the fundamentals of plumbing within residential settings. It covers everything from installing pipes and fittings to maintaining and repairing domestic water systems. Whether you're a complete beginner or someone with some basic knowledge, these courses are tailored to equip you with the skills needed to work in the plumbing industry.
Why Choose a Domestic Plumbing Course in London?
London is a city that never sleeps. With its constant development, there is always a demand for skilled plumbers. By choosing a domestic plumbing course in London, you're positioning yourself in a market where your skills will always be in demand. Plus, London offers a wide range of courses with different specializations, giving you the flexibility to tailor your education to your career goals.
Course Overview: What to Expect
So, what can you expect when you sign up for a domestic plumbing course in London? Typically, these courses offer a mix of theoretical knowledge and practical training. You'll learn about:
Basic Plumbing Principles: Understanding water systems, pressure, and flow.
Installation Techniques: How to install and fit pipes, taps, and other plumbing components.
Maintenance and Repair: Diagnosing and fixing common plumbing issues.
Health and Safety: Ensuring safe working practices in domestic environments.
Courses are often structured into modules, with each module covering a specific aspect of plumbing. This modular approach makes it easy to progress through the course at your own pace.
Types of Domestic Plumbing Courses
There are several types of plumbing courses available in London, catering to different levels of experience:
Beginner Courses: Perfect for those with no prior experience. These courses cover the basics and provide a solid foundation.
Intermediate Courses: Ideal for those with some basic knowledge who want to expand their skills.
Advanced Courses: For experienced plumbers looking to specialize in areas like heating systems or renewable energy plumbing.
Short Courses: Intensive programs that focus on specific skills or certifications.
Entry Requirements: Who Can Enroll?
One of the great things about domestic plumbing courses is that they are accessible to almost everyone. While some advanced courses may require prior experience or qualifications, most beginner and intermediate courses have minimal entry requirements. Typically, you’ll need:
Basic Math Skills: To calculate measurements and understand water pressure.
Good Hand-Eye Coordination: Plumbing involves precise work, so steady hands are a must.
Willingness to Learn: A positive attitude and eagerness to develop new skills.
Some courses may also require a basic understanding of English, especially if the course includes written assessments.
Key Skills You’ll Learn
A domestic plumbing course will equip you with a wide range of skills that are essential for a successful career in plumbing. These include:
Pipework Installation: Learning how to correctly measure, cut, and install pipes.
Problem-Solving: Diagnosing issues in plumbing systems and finding effective solutions.
Customer Service: Interacting with clients and providing top-notch service.
Technical Knowledge: Understanding the workings of different water systems and plumbing fixtures.
Health and Safety Compliance: Ensuring all work is carried out safely and according to regulations.
Hands-On Training: The Practical Advantage
One of the biggest advantages of taking a domestic plumbing course in London is the emphasis on hands-on training. You won’t just learn theory—you’ll get to apply it in real-world scenarios. Many courses include workshops, practical assessments, and even work placements, giving you valuable experience before you even start your first job.
Imagine learning to fix a leaky tap or install a bathroom suite, not just in a classroom, but in a simulated home environment. This practical experience is invaluable and can make a huge difference when you start working professionally.
Career Opportunities After Completing the Course
What can you do after completing a domestic plumbing course in London? The opportunities are plentiful. Some of the career paths you might consider include:
Self-Employed Plumber: Start your own business and work independently.
Contractor: Work for larger construction or maintenance companies.
Specialized Plumber: Focus on areas like heating systems, gas fitting, or renewable energy.
Maintenance Engineer: Work in residential buildings, hotels, or other facilities where regular plumbing maintenance is required.
With the right experience and qualifications, you can even move into teaching or consultancy roles, helping others to start their careers in plumbing.
How to Choose the Right Plumbing Course in London
With so many options available, how do you choose the right plumbing course? Here are some tips:
Accreditation: Ensure the course is accredited by a recognized industry body.
Course Content: Look at the syllabus to make sure it covers the skills you want to learn.
Instructor Experience: Choose courses led by experienced professionals.
Facilities: Opt for courses that offer good facilities, including modern tools and equipment.
Flexibility: Consider whether the course offers part-time, evening, or weekend options.
Costs and Funding Options
The cost of a domestic plumbing course in London can vary depending on the provider, the level of the course, and the length of the program. However, don’t let cost deter you—there are several funding options available:
Government Grants: Some courses are eligible for government funding.
Apprenticeships: Earn while you learn with an apprenticeship program.
Employer Sponsorship: Some employers may cover the cost of training for their employees.
Payment Plans: Many providers offer flexible payment options to spread the cost.
Investing in your education is investing in your future, and with the potential earnings as a qualified plumber, the cost of training can quickly pay for itself.
The Future of Plumbing: Is It a Sustainable Career?
With growing concerns about sustainability and the environment, the plumbing industry is also evolving. Many domestic plumbing courses in London now include training on eco-friendly technologies, such as solar heating systems and water-saving fixtures. By learning these skills, you’ll be prepared to meet the demands of a greener future.
The shift towards sustainable plumbing means that plumbers who are knowledgeable about these technologies will be in high demand, making it a smart career choice for the future.
How to Enroll: Taking the First Step
Ready to start your journey? Enrolling in a domestic plumbing course in London is simple. Most providers offer online applications, or you can contact them directly for more information. Before you enroll, make sure you’ve chosen the right course for your needs and check if there are any prerequisites you need to meet.
Once you’ve enrolled, all that’s left is to commit to your studies and take full advantage of the training opportunities available. Your new career is just around the corner!
Testimonials: Success Stories from Graduates
Don’t just take our word for it—here are some success stories from people who have completed domestic plumbing courses in London:
John, 34: “After years of working in an office job, I decided to retrain as a plumber. The course was challenging, but the hands-on training really prepared me for the job. Now, I’m running my own plumbing business and couldn’t be happier.”
Emma, 28: “I was nervous about being the only woman in my class, but the instructors were so supportive. I’ve since specialized in eco-friendly plumbing solutions and love making a difference in people’s homes.”
Michael, 22: “Straight out of school, I knew university wasn’t for me. The domestic plumbing course gave me the skills I needed to start my career. I’m now working as an apprentice with a big plumbing firm in London.”
These stories show that with dedication and the right training, a successful career in plumbing is within reach.
Conclusion
A domestic plumbing course in London is more than just a qualification—it’s a pathway to a fulfilling and financially rewarding career. Whether you’re a school leaver, someone looking for a career change, or an experienced plumber wanting to upskill, there’s a course out there for you.
With practical training, industry-recognized qualifications, and a strong job market, now is the perfect time to start your journey. The future is bright for plumbers, especially those who are trained to meet the evolving demands of modern society. From installing the latest eco-friendly systems to ensuring homes are safe and functional, your skills as a plumber will always be in demand.
FAQs
1. What qualifications do I need to enroll in a domestic plumbing course in London?
Most beginner courses have minimal entry requirements, usually basic math skills and a willingness to learn. However, advanced courses may require prior experience or qualifications.
2. How long does it take to complete a domestic plumbing course in London?
The duration varies depending on the course level and type. Short courses may last a few weeks, while more comprehensive programs can take several months to a year.
3. Can I take a domestic plumbing course part-time?
Yes, many providers offer part-time, evening, and weekend courses to accommodate students who are working or have other commitments.
4. What is the job outlook for plumbers in London?
The job outlook is very positive. With ongoing construction and the need for maintenance in older buildings, skilled plumbers are always in demand in London.
5. Are there opportunities for specialization within plumbing?
Absolutely. You can specialize in areas such as gas fitting, heating systems, renewable energy solutions, or even luxury bathroom installations. Specializing can open up new career opportunities and increase your earning potential
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