"Financially..." Audrey said the word very slowly as if it were foreign to her. Since she had lost her memory all she remembered was being supported by her parents. They had even been paying her full tuition and room and board before she met Nathan and dropped out of pre med school. It didn't make sense at first but then it seemed to click... "Oh no. Will we lose the apartment if I don't do this art stuff?" Audrey suddenly got very nervous and scared. "We support ourselves?" her question seemed like a no brainer but for the used to be spoiled rich kid it was perfectly valid due to her few memories.
"Hey now, don't panic." Nathan told her. "We have paintings in reserve, and if we have to I can dip into our vacation money to pay the bills. Plus I'm getting a check over your recovery. A big one. We're set for a while. And if your memory doesn't allow you to resume painting by the time it runs out, I'll just get a second job." He explained. "The thing with your parents is that they're only going to pay for the things they want you to do. And they don't want you with me..."
Hearing Nathan's words helped Audrey a bit. She took a deep breath. Little did they know that since Audrey had been put into her new body she had also developed severe anxiety. If she didn't get herself checked out and put on some sort of medication the spells of not being able to breathe and panicking would just get worse. "Okay. Okay." she swallowed shakily, hands trembling a bit. "That's.. Not fair. They should just want me to be happy..." Audrey became sad when she learned about her parents. It made sense to her since her father had been so rude to Nathan at the hospital...
Nathan sighed, shrugging weakly. "It is what it is. I guess we'll just have to keep making the best of it. I'm sure your parents will come around one day, but I doubt anytime soon." He took her hands in hers. "You need to learn to relax, love. You can't get all anxious and nervous all the time. Everything's going to be okay. Just trust me."
Audrey swallowed hard as if she had somethiing stuck in her throat. She didn't know how to trust... Especially since her last boyfriend that she could really remember had been so abusive. It was what ruined it for her. "I'll t-try." she finally stammered out.
He sighed again, kissing her forehead. "You do have an appointment with the doctor in a few days, to make sure everything's going smoothly and the body is accepting your consciousness. Maybe I'll see about your anxiety. I don't remember you being this nervous."
Audrey nodded when he talked about getting her anxiety levels checked out. She could feel them fluctuating a lot and it made her feel on edge. She didn't like being so panicky. "So we do our own stuff... Should we do laundry or something?" Audrey didn't have any laundry that needed doing since she had just gotten a new wardrobe. It may have seemed silly but Audrey would need help understanding out to work house hold things like washers, driers, ovens, etc.
NAthan smiled and kissed her head. "I do have some laundry to do. I don't guess you remember how to do it? I can teach you again..." He took her hand and led her into the laundry room, grabbing the dirty laundry he had waiting on the floor and putting it in the washer. He looked at her, questioning.
Audrey felt really stupid for not knowing how to do laundry. She chewed on her bottom lip hard as she walked with Nathan to the laundry room. "Yeah... I don't know..." she admitted with a sigh. staring at the washer instead of at Nathan so she would see his reaction. She didn't want to see him amused or irritated or whatever emotion that would make her feel bad.
Nathan sighed. "It's fine sweetheart." He got the laundry detergent and poured some. "You want it to that line there, and just pour it in. We use dryer sheets so no fabric softener." He shut the lid and showed her the settings. "As long as the settings are like this all you have to do is press start."