Day 46: In Which She Arm Knits

When he went outside, he found Elsa knitting like a cartoon granny with a shawl over her shoulders and a cup of tea on the table.

"Whoa—what size was the sheep those things came from?" he asked, pointing at the oversized ball of yarn at Elsa's feet. He then noticed that she was using her own arms as the needles, and he applauded her dexterity inside his head.

"Very funny," she mumbled as she expertly looped the yarn from one arm to the other.

He leaned against the railing and watched her swift movements with amusement. "What are you knitting?"

"A baby blanket."

"Oh, for your sister?"

Elsa hummed. "I don't know when I'll be able to give it to her, but the yarn was just hanging in the back of my closet, so I figured, why not?"

Jack scowled. Even though she tried to pass that comment as casual, he had a pretty clear idea of what the thoughts she didn't voice out loud looked like. And not wanting to watch her go all dark and gloomy on him again, he puffed out his chest and admitted with a grin, "Not gonna lie, that thing looks cozy as fuck."

She let out a chuckle. "That's kind of what I was going for, so thanks... I can make you one next if you'd like."

"Uh… I don't know how to say this, Elsa, but I'm not pregnant."

Her arms stopped moving, and she lowered the incomplete blanket so she could fully glare at him. "That's not what I meant, you idiot."

He pulled his shirt up and showed her his stomach. Definition could use some work, sure, but his abs were nothing to sneeze at, if he did say so himself. "Is my belly showing that much?"

Elsa's neck rolled so fast he almost heard the whiplash. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes remained glued to the bundled up yarn on her lap. "It's not—forget I said anything…"

Satisfaction filled him as he noticed the color rising to her cheeks, and he chuckled. "Well, going back to your suggestion, I wouldn't mind having a giant sheep's skin keeping me warm at night."

"Why do you make it sound so weird?"

He laughed. "Lemme rephrase that: I would love it if you knit me an oversized baby blanket, Elsa."

"Still a bit weird," she mumbled as she shook her head.

"Hey, if I can't have you, a nice cozy blanket is the next best thing."


Prompt by vnfirwg: Knitting a baby blanket.

I haven't figured out what to write for some of the prompts, but keep them coming!