Versatile
It was funny, thought Joren idly as he watched his wife, that she could be so versatile. One day she was busting criminals and beating up muscular criminal weightlifters, and then at exactly 3 o' clock PM, there she was at the bus stop, picking up her kids. One day she was sipping tea in bed like an old woman and the next she was on the computer listening to her children's music, checking her email while her hair dried.
Today was one of the check-my-email days for Kel. Though she didn't send them herself, she often got messages from her friends. There was the weekly one from her superiors about her paycheck and blah blah blah that she pretended to read, and then as she rolled her eyes and Flyndon's unending condescending stiffness, Destiny's Child played in the backround.
He remembered the day before, the story he'd heard from Neal. Kel had been on a bank robbery case, doing well. She'd pinned the criminal against the wall, and heaving, realized that it was 2: 49 PM. She wouldn't be able to pick up her kids. With a grunt of effort, she managed to keep the man of six feet—two inches taller than she was---against the wall as she called Lalasa, asking her to pick up the kids.
It was the kind of thing that only a mother could do.
Joren, himself, would've ignored the fact that the children would have to walk home and daunted the captive out of sheer boredom. That, or just punched him.
Suddenly she looked up at her husband, hazel eyes amused. "Do you realize that it is extremely unprofessional for me to call someone out of the police force while working? I know this may be surprising, but Flyndon actually thinks that he may be able to let it slide this one time, seeing as I still got my man."
Joren snorted, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her mousy brown hair. "This is why I don't work for Flyn," he teased.
Kel leaned back in her chair. "Like you had any more of a choice than I did."
He smiled mysteriously. "Maybe I had more than you think."
Grabbing an elastic from next to the computer, Keladry put her hair into a messy bun, flipping it to the side so that she whacked her husband in the face as she smiled at the baby of the family wobbling towards her. "Hello, sweetie," she cooed, as Joren pinched her as punishment.
The baby climbed into his mother's lap. "Heather said she doesn't have to share the computer because she's older and I couldn't hit her anyway."
Kel smiled. "I'm done, anyway. Here you go, darling. " She sat him on a cushion, rising from the chair and pulling down her undersized t-shirt to cover the bit of midriff that had begun to show above her low-riding pajama pants. She kissed her husband on the nose playfully. "I'll be in the shower."