Flurry of Flames Second Chance: Part 12
When his wife walked through the door he was leaning over a cutting board with three different food sources waiting to be cut laid around it. She raised an eyebrow at him as she set a bag down next to the door. The way he stared at the cutting board made her think he was imagining cutting something other than food. She hoped it wasn't the cutting board itself; they couldn't afford to lose another one.
"Expecting the food to cut itself, sweetie? Didn't they stop doing that last year?" She leaned over the counter sideways and in front of him to plant a little kiss on his lips. He was distracted from his thoughts just long enough for her to secretly drag him away from the small counter, and not necessarily to his dislike.
He managed to give her a small smile before his ill thoughts took over his mind again. She let her lower lip stick out in a very convincing pout.
"What's wrong? What's bothering you?" she asked, now truly worried since the little actions that always worked didn't get through to him this time. He let out a sigh before he spoke.
"I'm not quite sure if it's anything to worry about yet, but I believe that you do not need to hear about it until I know." He didn't meet her gaze and instead focused on something invisible outside the kitchen window. She frowned, now having an idea of what he meant.
"It's about Natasha, isn't it? You know what's wrong?" Her husband couldn't help but nod when her tone darkened so much. "Then please, please tell me. We've both been worrying about her eating and attitude. For the past two nights she's been avoiding us. Please tell me if you know what's wrong. Do you? Is she okay?"
The man almost crumbled under his wife's mournful tone, but knew no good could come out of telling her quite yet. Some things needed to be kept quiet for the sake of both their sanities.
"Look, baby, I know it seems unfair, but you have to understand that if I knew it was a threat I would have done something, but even though I don't like it one bit we both need to realize that Natasha is a smart girl. Remember how we used to be with our parents? We never did anything too bad, and always hated their incriminating actions to everything."
She raised an eyebrow as he waited for a response.
"Is it a boy? Does he look dangerous?" The correct answer, for him anyway, was yes to both questions.
"No to both," he lied for the first time in many years besides when he was covering for a big and wonderful surprise. His wife seemed convinced and finally offered him a pretty smile.
"Okay. I promise not to bring it up until you think it's time. She's half you anyway; you know her rather well."
That's what I'm afraid of, he thought, hoping the good side of his wife would triumph in his daughter's upbringing. Please be a smart girl.
((A/N: And that's the last shorty for now. The next part is extra long, just so you know. It's also the last one that I have pre written. I think I will start writing the next one now since I now kind of want to continue. Still, if people start thinking I suck please tell me. :giggles:))