Marta frowned a little when Ezra said she had to wait to try the cookies. She can be very impatient when she wants to be, but she let out a sigh and let Ezra guide her up the stairs. When they entered the little house, Marta felt a weird mixture of emotions. It is hard to believe she was here less than 24 hours ago. She tried not to remember how events transpired when she left here last night, and how there was much Marta and Ezra needed to talk about, but for now she tried to just enjoy being in Ezra’s life. To her, the size of his did not matter. True, their entire apartment could fit in Marta’s kitchen, but it feels more warm and welcoming than her house ever has.

She let Ezra usher her into the bathroom, handing her a towel and telling her he’d have her mom get her a dress. She nodded her head, reaching over to kiss Ezra a smell peck on the cheek, before disappearing into the bathroom. Once in, she decided to undress inside the tub, in case there was any flour left on her. Once she was stripped, she turned the water on and again, only filled the tub about halfway. She sat down and this time made sure to rinse her hair because it had be coated in flour. As she was scrubbing her body, she looked down at her stomach and frowned where there was already a large purple and blue bruise on her stomach from where Oscar punched her. Marta had been having so much fun with Ezra baking, so honestly forgot about it. But now she was noticing a dull ache was beginning to form again. 

Letting out a sigh, she finished rinsing when there was a quiet knock on the door.

“Yes?” she called out softly.

“Marta I have a dress for you in my bedroom when you are ready” said Edith’s mom.

“Thank you.”

Marta stood from the tub and grabbed her towel drying herself off. She paused a moment. Why did Edith’s mom not bring her a dress like last night? Was she upset she is borrowing yet another dress? Marta returned the first one! And she was surprised Edith’s mom would have her leave the bathroom in only a towel, but maybe she was just tired and not thinking clearly. 

So Martha opened the door and peeked out and heard voices in the kitchen. Sounds like they were all in the other room, so Marta tiptoed out and snuck over to the bedroom, opening the door quietly. She walked in, turning and facing the door to make sure she closed it without slamming. She noticed right away there was a dress on the back off the door. Marta was completely unaware of who else was in there with her. She let her towel drop to the floor, when she heard a gasp.

Jumping, Marta turned around, and her eyes instantly landed on Ezra. Marta standing there completely naked from head to toe, every inch of her skin showing, was frozen for a moment. She has never been naked in front of  another person, except her mother and nannies, and that was when she was much younger. It took a good 15-20 seconds before Marta finally snapped back to reality and reached down and grabbed her towel.  

Marta finally processing what happened, also noticed for the first time all Ezra had on was his pants, leaving his top fully exposed. It was the first time she has seen his scars. She felt them, but seeing them was completely different. It made her frown, but she knew they were a touchy subject with Ezra so she quickly acted like she didn’t see and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Your mom...she said there was a dress I could wear in here...I should have knocked.” she said, still unsure of whether she should leave or just continue to stand there like an awkward person.