Adalind calls out for Nick from the stairs leading to the roof. He immediately drops what he's doing and quickly rushes up to her. A moment later, Diana sees him return, carrying her mother in his arms.
Nick lays Adalind gently on the couch, then with great care, takes her ankle in his hands. He moves it slowly, paying attention to any sign of injury and any wince the blonde makes in pain.
Diana watches, transfixed at the tenderness Nick shows toward her mother.
"I don't think it broken." Nick said thoughtfully. "We should but an icepack on it, to keep the swelling down. But, if it gets worse, than I'm running you to the hospital."
An ice pack floats from the freezer and lands next to Adalind's ankle on the couch.
"Thank you very much, Diana." Nick says fondly to the little girl. "Could you get a kitchen towel too, so the pack won't be directly on you mom's skin?"
A towel floats over and Nick takes it, mid air, and wraps the ice pack in it. He props Adalind ankle on a pillow, then places the towel wrapped ice pack over her ankle, taking the greatest care not to cause her any discomfort.
"What were you doing on the roof, anyway."
"Trubel left her crossbow there when she was here earlier, when she was shooting the cans on the street from our roof. I was going to put it away for her, but I couldn't see properly and slipped on a stair, twisting my ankle." Adalind explained.
"I'll talk to Trubel about picking up her toys, once she's done playing with them." Nick said, shaking his head.
The woman in question enters, having been gone running personal errands, but being sure to be back in time for dinner.
"Trubel, you left your things on the roof and Adalind twisted her ankle when she was putting them away for you. In the future, please remember to pick up after yourself." Nick told his younger protege.
"Oh, sorry, Adalind." Trubel said sincerely. "I'll remember from now on, promise."
Adalind smiles at Trubel to show all is forgiven.
A beeping sound is heard from the kitchen.
"Oh, I put the chicken in before I went to the roof to clean up." Adalind says, moving to get the food out of the oven.
Nick presses her back into the couch. "You rest your ankle, we'll get the food."
The oven door opens and the roaster floats onto the stove. "That is really cool, Diana." Trubel says to the little girl. "Hey" The young grimm holds up a potato. "Do you think you can bake these?"
"Sure, no problem." Diana says.
Nick and Adalind watch with amusement as the two lay a row of potatoes on a platter and Diana focuses, eyes turning violet for a moment. When they go back to blue, Trubel stabs one of the potatoes with a fork.
"Perfect." She says, clearly impressed. "Let's eat."
"Wait, Trubel," Diana exclaims, "We still need a vegetable."
"Oh, right." Trubel looks at Nick and Adalind. "What vegie are we having with this?"
"I was going to make glazed carrots." Adalind starts, about to explain they could find something simpler if they wanted, but she realized she wouldn't have to when she saw the look of excitement on the two young ladies faces.
Trubel pulled a ceramic bowl from the cabinet and Diana pulled the carrots from the freezer. The little blonde poured the carrots in the bowl while brunette got the sugar.
Nick pulled Kelly from his playpen, and settled him in his high chair. He then picked Adalind up off of the couch and placed her gently in a chair at the table.
"I could have walked over, you know." She said, smiling and shaking her head at him.
Nick grinned back at her. "But, then I wouldn't have gotten to have you in my arms."
Two simultaneous groans are heard from the girls, who are setting the table.
"I think we embarrassed the kids again." Nick whispers conspiratorially to Adalind.
She swats him playfully on the arm. "Leave them alone, dad, they are being very helpful."
Nick just chuckles, gives his wife a peck on the lips, then sets about carving the chicken and setting it on everyone's plate.
"Thank you, both so much for helping out." Adalind says sincerely to her two girls.
"Sorry again for leaving my stuff around. Adalind." Trubel apologizes again to the blonde woman. "I really appreciate everything you guys do for me. I'll try to remember to be more careful with my stuff."
"You're part of this family." Nick says to the young woman. "We take care of eachother and we help each other, because that's what family does. You made a little mistake and now you know better for next time. Adalind's ok, and you and Diana finished making dinner. Seems like typical family events to me."
"Except where one kid is an adult who works for a secret government organization, another is able to cook the food and move it around with her mind and the parents are supposed to be natural enemies, and were for a while, who somehow fell in love and won't stop constantly touching and kissing one another. "Yeah, a typical normal family."
"Well, normal is a relative term." Adalind said. "We are a happy family, and we are together. That's all that counts."
Trubel had to nod in agreement. Being happy and being together was the important thing. Whatever else there was, it just made them unique.