Ch.2 L's Wife
It takes a special kind of woman to have a famous detective for a husband.
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The sunshine filtered through the light-colored curtains, contrary to popular belief L rather liked the morning sun, he just never had time to truly enjoy it or spend time in it. He woke up to the smell of something really delicious.
He noticed he was alone in bed, he could only assume his lovely wife was in the kitchen making the food that was emitting those pleasant smells. He stretched and slowly got out of bed. It had been his first good night of sleep in weeks, usually during a case he's so concentrated he won't sleep much.
"Oh you're awake? You can sleep longer if you want" a soft voice spoke.
"I think if I slept any longer you'd think I was in a coma" he replied in good humor.
"Haha, it's really not that late honey, maybe ten or eleven" she said while moving towards him.
Dressed in her silk night gown that clung to her curves, L couldn't help but remember what he missed out on the night prior. But L was a smart man, so he would test the waters first. He made his way towards his wife and bent her down for a kiss; she returned it in kind and put her hands through his hair.
'Finally we're getting somewhere' L thought.
Then she abruptly pulled away and walked out of the room. Now he knew something was up, something had happened last night to turn his normally eager wife, into such a stingy affection-giver.
"Come on, I made breakfast" she called out, raising her voice just a little louder than normal. Even so, L almost missed it. He didn't mind that she was quiet, but it also made her a little hard to figure out. Then again, L did like a challenge.
After a breakfast of pancakes and a side of panna cotta with blueberries, the couple went out for a quiet walk around the neighborhood. They were such an odd sight, a hunched over man that was deathly pale, with his arm around a woman who could very well be an ethereal being. They stopped at a bench facing a tennis-court and sat to watch a father teaching his daughter how to play. This stirred up the longing to become a mother in Acelia once again.
'Alright I think I punished him enough, besides if I want to get pregnant I need to do it soon' she resolved quietly in her head.
L was silently watching the game and stroked her hand with his own. He really enjoyed skin-ship* but so did Acelia. They were both individuals who had grown up without much affection and they seemed to relish finding fulfillment in that aspect with each other: not only physically, but emotionally as well.
As he stroked her hand L ran the tips of his fingers over hers and went over them individually. Then he suddenly realized something, he was stroking her left hand but there was no ring on her ring-finger. He looked down to see her bare hand. L wasn't such a macho guy that he believed she needed to wear her ring at all times just so he could claim her as his own, but there was not even a tan-line. It was an indication that the ring hadn't been worn in some time.
"Why aren't you wearing your ring?" he asked curiously. He wasn't angry; he just wondered what the reason was behind this particular action.
"Why aren't you wearing yours?" she retorted quietly.
"That is because should I be seen by people who want to kill me, I wouldn't want them to even know of your existence. I know I will not be in a rational state of mind if they try to get to me through you. I would comply with any of their demands if only to keep you from harm. But that isn't just, is it? So in order to prevent that, I don't wear my ring."
"I know that" she reassured him gently.
"If you know, then why ask?"
"Because I just like hearing you sound romantic" she giggled as she finished.
L's face had a dusty pink shade to it, sometimes the woman drove him crazy; but the good kind of crazy.
"Hmhm, so why aren't you wearing yours?"
"Wait, where do you keep yours, I've never seen it around the house" she knew she was being difficult, but she loved bothering him.
"I, um keep it, if I tell you will you tell me why you aren't wearing yours?" he knew she knew, she just loved making him say embarrassing things.
"Alright, but tell me where and why you keep it where you do" she said cunningly in that deceivingly innocent voice of hers.
"I keep it in a small pocket inside my shirt, on the left side of my chest. I keep it there to keep it close to my heart" why did she always get what she wanted from him? Oh that's right, because he loved her, he truly did. She didn't know how much he truly appreciated her, she didn't know of the nights where he would watch her sleep until the sun rose. She didn't demand him to be with her constantly, was understanding about his passion for justice. L truly wished to express all these feelings to her; he just didn't know how. But the great thing about her was that while she didn't know all of his feelings, she understood how he was. Simple as that, there is nothing better in life than someone who understands you. And his wife Acelia, she understood him.
"I love you," she said sweetly as she wiped a stray tear from his face, "and I left my ring at home because my hands have been swollen lately."
"Why, are you unwell?" the last time she had been sick, L went on a rampage across the world looking for a good doctor. It had merely been a simple cold; if that didn't say 'I love you' she didn't know what did.
She debated if she should tell him.
"No, I'm fine it's just…"
"It's just what?" he asked concerned. He thought she had been acting strange, maybe something was really wrong.
"I have been taking fertility pills and I think it was just a side effect."
"Fertility pills, d-do you want to get pregnant Acelia?" leave it to the detective to finally get the answer.
"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first but I jus-" she was quickly cut off as L pressed his lips to hers.
"I can't promise I'll be the best father, but I will have fun making a baby" and with that the married couple ran home in record time. L may not have been thinking clearly about the repercussions of having a child, because another part of his body was thinking for him, but he wouldn't regret it; he knew that for a fact.
AN:
To begin, please note this chapter is just a glimpse of their married life, like it or not this story isn't going to be purely about that. It has a conclusion that I hope you guys aren't too upset about.
*skin-ship: I watch a lot of Korean and Japanese shows, dramas, and animes. It usually means the person likes touching. Ex; holding hands, hugging, ect… so I hope none of you thought perverted things.
Panna Cotta's are God's gift to earth, I love them to death.
Any questions regarding L's behavior can be asked, but try to interpret it on your own. But if you really think it's ooc and confusing let me know. 6_6