AN: Based on something that happened to my mother recently.
Alison Hendrix was frustrated.
Not sad, or mad, or even ticked off, but frustrated. It had been a stupid day, to say the least. Gemma had received a goldfish through what she could only imagine was the third grade black market, which meant SHE had to take care of it, and Oscar had misplaced his winter coat at school. Again. Not to mention the fact that Donnie had decided not to help her AT ALL with the pick up of the kids.
But, she would be fine. She was Alison, for Pete's sake! She was the soccer-mom clone with a responsibility to make tacos for dinnertonight, so that was what she would do.
As she was reaching into the fridge for avocados, the brunette heard the door open, and then close. 'Must be Donnie', she thought to herself, 'the root of today's frustration.'
Alison began cutting the avocado in half around the circumference of the core, all the while eyeing her husband. She twisted the creamy fruit to separate the halves and said sternly to Donnie, "So where were you today, when you were supposed to pick up Oscar?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Ali," he said apologetically "I got caught up at work, and my phone died so I couldn't call or anything. By the time I got to the soccer field about twenty minutes late, Oscar's coach said you had just picked him up."
"Donnie, please," she snapped while aggressively slicing the avocado into strips, still in the skin "you could have, I don't know, borrowed someone's charger and checked with me or something!"
"Well I'm sorry Alison." He apologized again "I knew you weren't doing much today so I figured you could grab him since I was running late. I'll try harder to contact you next time. Geez."
'Was that a tone he just used with me?' Alison mentally asked herself 'I think it was!'
As she thrusted the knife to stab into the avocado core, she began with a "Donnie, I-" but was cut short by a stinging pain in her hand. Looking down, she realized she had missed the core, and gone straight through the creamy, green meat of the fruit, as well as the skin, and into her palm.
"DONNIE!" She cried, panicking about the fact that she had an avocado pinned to her hand.
After a moment of panicked arm waving and wide eyed terror, the clone's husband quickly advanced on her and took her avocado-y palm, gently into his. "Ok," he said, his voice a bit shakey "It's not too deep, so I'm gonna pull it out on three."
"One."
"Donnie, I don't know if that's-"
"Two."
"Donnie, no!"
"Three!"
"DONNIE!"
He pulled and out came the knife! Alison began to tear up at the sudden release of pressure, as well as the now oozing blood released from the knife wound. "Is that better?" Donnie asked, sincerely.
"A little. It still HURTS like a mother trucker though!" She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself as well as create a distraction from the throbbing in her hand. With her voice still slightly shakey, the woman began a new sentence "I should probably go to the doctor though. It may not have gone all the way through, but it's still deep enough and large enough to maybe need stitches."
"Ok Ali, whatever you say." Donnie said, calmly "but maybe we should hold off on the dinner making, and on the way to the doctor's, we stop at McDonald's for the kids, alright."
"Ok." Alison said, choking on her word slightly.
"Hey," Donnie crooned, while taking the clone into his arms "don't cry. We got the knife out, and now we're gonna fix it. It's all gonna be ok."
"You promise?" She asked, a few tears rolling down her face.
"I promise."
Donnie pulled her in tightly and placed a small kiss on the brunette's bangs. He began to walk her to the car, and gestured to Gemma and Oscar to follow, bribing them with their planned trip to McDonald's, as well as distracting them from their bleeding mother.
Alison looked up at Donnie's "take-charge" face, and lightly smiled. She wasn't frustrated anymore.