Time with Beloved

[nothisfault]

She was sitting in the kitchen, hands wrapped around a mug, staring silently out at the void as she termed it sometimes. She was waiting for her husband to come home because there were conversations that needed to happen and Stiles is at Scott and Melissa's house for the moment.

They didn't need to talk about this with their baby boy there. Not when their clever wonderful little man would be able to tell something was wrong.

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[dadinski]

In their life as a family, wasn't there always something to talk about? Communication. Sometimes not his strong suit, but moving into the house that day he spotted Claudia and knew, well, that was how the night was going to go.

He sighed, to himself, before he moved forward toward her. Coming in close, sliding a hand over her shoulder and leaning down to give her a kiss on atop her head, he said, "Hey sweetheart," and in standard husband fashion, stayed there for a second before moving away to the counter to set down what he'd carried his lunch in, working at taking its contents out to put in the sink. Most days of his were busy, not that hers were any less, he knew, but sometimes who knew what to say? "Busy day?"

That Stiles wasn't running frantically around somewhere, oh that was quite clear and added a red flag to the evening. And yet, he tried to at least pretend like hey, maybe it was cooler than not.

[nothisfault]

She looked over at him and just smiled widely. "We decided that we were going to build a tunnel to China and then we decided that sticking around to hang out with the other dinosaurs in the World Beneath was a better option and then unfortunately we had to go to school. I asked Melissa if he could sleep over and gave her pizza money for them."

She stood up and moved to come join him, slipping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his shoulder. "How was your day?"