A/N: A little family fluff is the best way to start my day. Happy reading!

When she heard the front door slam shut, Lynette stopped playing with the doll in her hand and looked up seconds before her mother came storming in and made her way through to the kitchen. She watched her wipe her eyes and heard her sniff as she made a beeline for the sink and went back to washing the breakfast things, but she made the decision to wait until she was done and went to sit down at the table with a cup of tea before going in there herself. When she did, her doll still in hand, she laid her spare one on her knee through her slacks before smiling when she looked at her and gave her a small smile of her own. "Don't be sad, mummy," She told her with a shake of her head when a tear fell and she reached up to wipe it away with the back of a hand. "I don't like it when you're feeling sad."

She let her mother pick her up and bring her into her lap once she had smoothed her hand over her curls, cuddling up to her and taking hold of her blouse while she placed a kiss on her temple. "Why were you and daddy using your angry voices before he went to work?" She inquired with a raise of a little eyebrow when she looked up at her again.

"Well, darling, sometimes mummies and daddies don't see eye-to-eye and they end up having a tiff."

"What's a…a tiff, mummy?"

"Another word for a little argument." Jean explained.

"Oh," Lynette nodded. "What did you have a tiff for? Did daddy do something bad? Was he naughty?"

Jean shook her head, blinking back tears. "No, daddy did nothing wrong. Quite the opposite, really. He cares about people so much and wants to help them, but the work he does is dangerous and I worry about him. He doesn't like it when I worry because he thinks I'm overprotective and I try to tell him what to do, that's why we have these tiffs."

"Do you still love each other though? I mean when you have tiffs?" Lynette played nervously with her hands.

"Of course!" Jean was quick to assure her. "You see, Lynnie, a marriage is made up of two very imperfect people and that means they get it wrong sometimes. They have arguments, they make mistakes and they don't always see eye-to-eye with each other on matters, but instead of ignoring the problem they work through it and that's what makes a marriage last. Your daddy and I love each other more than anything, I promise you that. Apart from you, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I have so much to be grateful to him for. He does get on my last nerve at times with his silly little experiments and clumsiness, you know that, but he would no longer be him if he didn't."

Lynette smiled. "So, you and daddy are going to be happy again when he gets back?"

"We are," Jean soothed with a pass of a hand over her curls. "He might be a little grumpy still when he comes in, but we're going to sit and talk about our stupid fight this morning and then we'll forget that it happened and move on."

"And we can have cocoa!" Lynette grinned.

Chuckling, Jean gave her little girl a squeeze and buried a kiss in her curls. "And we can have cocoa…"

"I never meant to baby you. I never meant to make you feel I doubted your abilities, Lucien, but I do worry about you and that's a fact."

"No, I know, and I never should have spoken to you in the way that I did. You are a wonderful wife and you love and care about me in a way no one else could, but I take you for granted sometimes and I realize that now. I apologize."

"Me too, and I promise to try harder to be a little less overbearing when you have a case."

From where she was lying on the carpet with a colouring book, surrounded by crayons, Lynette glanced over at her parents at the sound of a chair scraping and smiled as she watched her mother move to sit in her father's lap. She slipped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him slowly, something that usually made her pull a face, but just this once she thought she would let it slide. Like her mother promised, they had sat and talked about their little fight and now things were back to normal between them again and they were happy which was all she truly wanted.

She put the yellow crayon in her hand down after a time and got to her feet, skipping into the kitchen and giggling when her father put an arm around her and pulled her close when she reached the table. "Where's this masterpiece you've been working on since I got back then, eh? Are mummy and I allowed to see it yet?" He inquired with a smile.

"I haven't finished, but okay!" She nodded before extracting herself from his hold and running back into the sitting room, bending down to pick up her colouring book and brushing a curl from her eyes as she turned around to head back over to her parents. Setting the book down in front of them on the table, open to the correct page, a surge of pride coursed through her at hearing their gasps. Obviously, she chose to colour in the picture of flowers she found because they were her favourite thing in the world and she knew that her mummy adored them as much as she did.

"Oh, darling, this is beautiful! Well done!" Jean reached out to stroke her cheek when she looked her way again.

"I see we have a little artist on our hands. Something you may have gotten from your grandmother." Lucien told her.

Lynette looked at him for a second. "Was Grandma Blake an artist, daddy?"

"She was, indeed, and a fantastic one at that," He replied. "I could show you her art sometime if you want me to."

"Yes, please!" She beamed.

"How about after dinner?" He suggested. "We can look at them while we have our cocoa."

Jean hummed. "I think that sounds like a good idea. Actually, I think dinner is almost ready."

Lucien allowed her to leave his lap so she could walk over to the stove. "What are we having tonight?"

"Rabbit stew." She told him.

He and Lynette gave each other a knowing look. "Of course…"

Once the stew was done, Lynette clambered up onto the chair beside her father and waited for her mother to spoon it into the three bowls on the counter and carry them over to the table. She sat down across from her then and took her hand before saying grace as she always did, the two of them sharing a smile when she stopped speaking before all three of them began to eat. Putting a spoonful of soup in her mouth after blowing some of the steam away, she looked back and forth between her parents as they spoke of nothing of much importance and she smiled to herself.

They were fine.

Even if they argued again in the future, and she had quite a strong feeling they would, they would make up again.

Besides, love – as her mother was always telling her – was the strongest bond there was.

A/N: Thank you so much for taking the time to read! I am having so much fun writing these! I really hope you liked this one and would love for you to let me know what you thought with a review. I'll see you soon!