I just wanted to thank anyone who actually reads this set of drabbles! They will be short, simple and most likely out of order. I'll add dates to make things less confusing.
Fall 23, Year 3
Elliot furrowed his brow, watching with hawk eyes as Julia washed the dishes, humming along to a tape she had found in one of Taro's old boxes. She had just put dinner in the oven and was cleaning up while it cooked. Julia and Elliot often visit Felicia, and they always invited Chelsea and Vaughn, Natalie and Mark and of course Mirabelle. This was Felicia was never alone. Elliot cleared his throat and leaned against the door frame.
"You should let me do that." He said softly, forcing away his nerves as his beautiful wife turned towards him, with a smirk on her lips.
"I'm pregnant, not sick, Elliot," she chuckled, rolling her eyes at him. And Elliot knew that she could handle something as simple watching a few mixing bowls, but she was his everything and he never really wanted her to have to do anything.
Elliot grinned back, walking to the counter where a set of place mats and plates were waiting for him to put out. He did as was expected of him and set the table, taking his place in Taro's now empty chair.
Just as dinner was coming out of the oven, most of the other guest had arrived. Everyone took they're seat at the table and chatted aimlessly as Julia dished out each plate.
"Let me, Jules" Elliot tried again, going for the casserole dish and spoon.
"Honestly, I can handle it Elliot," Julia chuckled, a thin line of annoyance in her words.
"Oh Elliot, leave the poor girl alone, you don't have to be a man all the time." Natalie glared at Elliot but then bit her tongue. It was hard for him not to step up and play the father figure now with Taro gone, and the fact that he would soon become a father. Elliot let out a sigh, nodded and ran a hand over his face.