Phobias
An ungodly shriek.
Rachel skidded into the kitchen, unsure of what had caused such hysteria. They had cut themselves, there had been an incident with boiling water, one of them had managed to electrocute themselves on one of the sockets…
"What is it?" she cried in alarm, trailing to a stop. Putting her hands on her hips, she raised a brow in annoyance. "Are you being serious? What is going on here?"
Phillip was standing on a chair, pointing down to the middle of the tiled floor, while Eddie had backed into one of the cupboards. Almost on his toes to avoid whatever was there.
"It's there!" Phillip exclaimed. "Get it, Rach."
She walked across, seeing nothing there. "What?"
"There!" Eddie practically yelled, edging further away. "That spider, can't you see it?"
"Oh!" Rachel bent down and cupped the tiny spider into her hand. "It's only a baby. How can you two fuss over nothing?"
Eddie sighed in relief, relaxing when he saw her carrying it to the window. "Just get rid of it, okay? I hate them and I'm trying to cook."
Rachel brushed the spider gently out of the open window, closing it shut behind her.
"Is that what you two are doing?" she chuckled. "Well, in that case, I'll leave you to it. If either of you babies need me, I'll be in the living room finishing off my paperwork."
She heard their meagre thanks as she left, their egos a little wounded. All they got in response was her laughter as she left the room.