There was something always vaguely suspicious about a quiet house with three small children in it, Natalya Bristol mused to herself, cocking her head toward the living room. She knew she had left Ana and Micah playing together, technically keeping an eye on Dylan, who was sleeping in his Moses basket on the floor near them. But the playing had gone very quiet indeed. She couldn't even hear the dogs, though they were out in the garden sunning themselves. All very suspicious.
Quiet usually meant someone was up to trouble, whether that be the kids or their father, but today, when Nat poked her head into the living, the reason she didn't hear anything was because no one was there.
She frowned, narrowing her eyes. Most people would assume their spouse had been involved in the disappearance, but Nat was not most people. Still, she kept the panic down as she turned to call out. "Rhys?"
No one answered her call, the room entirely too quiet, but as observant as she was, she'd likely notice that the dogs were barking somewhere outside, and she might catch a flash of movement from the window.
The dogs' barking wasn't actually a good sign when there was no response. Growing visibly tense, Nat silently summoned her Dagger of Avalon into her palm, holding it low by her hip as she moved stealthily to look out through the window. As she moved, her fingers touched the amulet at her neck, soundlessly calling out to the Lady.
There wasn't just the sound of the dogs barking now, but the sound of a child's squeal that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and then a rap at the window to draw her attention.
Instinct sent her skidding back against the wall at the sound of the tap, even as she peered toward the window, expecting to see something dreadful there. Lady ....I do not think we are alone in our home.
A figure suddenly loomed in front of the window, but it was only Rhys holding baby Dylan with one arm, while he waved to her with the other, a silly grin on his face.
The look he got back from his wife was less than friendly. Panic faded into annoyance, barely contained fury, making a show of dismissing her dagger. She pressed her lips together tightly and turned back to stalk into the kitchen once again, silently assuring the Lady that her husband was an idiot.
The Lady probably knew that already, but it wasn't like Rhys had done it on purpose. The sun was shining, and he just thought he'd let them get some fresh air and get out of her hair for a while. He hadn't even thought about telling her; he'd assumed she'd known where they'd gone. The door opened, but it wasn't Rhys who stepped inside but Ana to fetch her mother outside.
"Mama, come play!"
It took a moment for Nat to calm herself down enough to meet her daughter's eyes with a relaxed smile.
"And leave lunch half done?" she countered. "I will come out when the food is ready, solynshka. Tell your papa not to be so impatient."
Pouting a little, but surprisingly quick on the uptake where her mother's mood was concerned, Ana nodded. "M'kay!" She turned and skipped out through the back door, yelling to Rhys, "You're in trouble!"
Rhys frowned at the news that he was in trouble, though he wasn't sure why. He supposed he should have told her he was taking the kids outside, but he assumed she'd figure it out. "Why am I in trouble?" he countered. "You're the one who wanted to learn how to play hopscotch!"
The little girl grinned up at him impishly. "Mama's all growly and bangin' on the food," she informed her father. "You're a baaaaad boy."
"Why am I a bad boy?" Rhys said, furrowing his brows at his daughter. "She can see us right out the window!" he pointed out, before realizing that he was arguing with a child. He exhaled a sigh, knowing he was probably going to be in the dog house ....again.
From inside the house came the sound of a rolling pin being slammed onto a counter a little too hard for its purpose, followed by a muted curse in fluent Russian. Ana snickered. "Can we sit with Dylan under the tree, papa?"
Rhys flinched at the sound of the racket from inside the house. Well, at least she hadn't hit him with it ....yet. "Okay, but I'm gonna have my eyes on you from the kitchen, so no funny stuff, okay?" he asked, taking her hand and starting toward the tree so he could lay Dylan down in his basket beneath the tree. "Come on, Micah!" he called to his son, who was chasing or being chased by the dogs.
"I won't, Papa," Ana promised, happily walking along beside him to where they had laid out a wide rug in expectation of lunch in the shade of the tree.
On the other side of the garden, Micah looked up in surprise, along with both the dogs, automatically toddling toward Rhys as he was called.
"Sit here with your sister and keep an eye on your baby brother, while I go fetch your mother, okay?" Rhys asked, ruffling the boy's hair as he toddled over. He understood how Nat worried, but he was confident the children were safe in their own home and their own backyard. After all, Aurelia had warded the entire block, and the dogs weren't going to let anyone they didn't know get close without putting up a fight.
"Da, Papa." Obediently, Micah plunked down onto the blanket next to Ana, both of them peering over the edge of the basket to gawp down at their baby brother as he wriggled in his sleep. At least Rhys could be sure they were past the stage of poking the baby to make him squirm.
Rhys quietly instructed the dogs to keep watch before making his way to the back door to face the music. "Knock, knock," he said, as he poked his head inside. "Is it safe to come inside yet?" he asked tentatively.
"I suppose that all depends, does it not?" Nat asked, savagely beating holy hell out of eggs in a bowl. "Do you know why I am not happy at this moment in time, or did you conveniently not think it over?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I know why," he said, moving over to slide his arms around her waist, if only to help her with the eggs. "Here, let me," he insisted, taking the whisk from her hand.
Quiet usually meant someone was up to trouble, whether that be the kids or their father, but today, when Nat poked her head into the living, the reason she didn't hear anything was because no one was there.
She frowned, narrowing her eyes. Most people would assume their spouse had been involved in the disappearance, but Nat was not most people. Still, she kept the panic down as she turned to call out. "Rhys?"
No one answered her call, the room entirely too quiet, but as observant as she was, she'd likely notice that the dogs were barking somewhere outside, and she might catch a flash of movement from the window.
The dogs' barking wasn't actually a good sign when there was no response. Growing visibly tense, Nat silently summoned her Dagger of Avalon into her palm, holding it low by her hip as she moved stealthily to look out through the window. As she moved, her fingers touched the amulet at her neck, soundlessly calling out to the Lady.
There wasn't just the sound of the dogs barking now, but the sound of a child's squeal that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and then a rap at the window to draw her attention.
Instinct sent her skidding back against the wall at the sound of the tap, even as she peered toward the window, expecting to see something dreadful there. Lady ....I do not think we are alone in our home.
A figure suddenly loomed in front of the window, but it was only Rhys holding baby Dylan with one arm, while he waved to her with the other, a silly grin on his face.
The look he got back from his wife was less than friendly. Panic faded into annoyance, barely contained fury, making a show of dismissing her dagger. She pressed her lips together tightly and turned back to stalk into the kitchen once again, silently assuring the Lady that her husband was an idiot.
The Lady probably knew that already, but it wasn't like Rhys had done it on purpose. The sun was shining, and he just thought he'd let them get some fresh air and get out of her hair for a while. He hadn't even thought about telling her; he'd assumed she'd known where they'd gone. The door opened, but it wasn't Rhys who stepped inside but Ana to fetch her mother outside.
"Mama, come play!"
It took a moment for Nat to calm herself down enough to meet her daughter's eyes with a relaxed smile.
"And leave lunch half done?" she countered. "I will come out when the food is ready, solynshka. Tell your papa not to be so impatient."
Pouting a little, but surprisingly quick on the uptake where her mother's mood was concerned, Ana nodded. "M'kay!" She turned and skipped out through the back door, yelling to Rhys, "You're in trouble!"
Rhys frowned at the news that he was in trouble, though he wasn't sure why. He supposed he should have told her he was taking the kids outside, but he assumed she'd figure it out. "Why am I in trouble?" he countered. "You're the one who wanted to learn how to play hopscotch!"
The little girl grinned up at him impishly. "Mama's all growly and bangin' on the food," she informed her father. "You're a baaaaad boy."
"Why am I a bad boy?" Rhys said, furrowing his brows at his daughter. "She can see us right out the window!" he pointed out, before realizing that he was arguing with a child. He exhaled a sigh, knowing he was probably going to be in the dog house ....again.
From inside the house came the sound of a rolling pin being slammed onto a counter a little too hard for its purpose, followed by a muted curse in fluent Russian. Ana snickered. "Can we sit with Dylan under the tree, papa?"
Rhys flinched at the sound of the racket from inside the house. Well, at least she hadn't hit him with it ....yet. "Okay, but I'm gonna have my eyes on you from the kitchen, so no funny stuff, okay?" he asked, taking her hand and starting toward the tree so he could lay Dylan down in his basket beneath the tree. "Come on, Micah!" he called to his son, who was chasing or being chased by the dogs.
"I won't, Papa," Ana promised, happily walking along beside him to where they had laid out a wide rug in expectation of lunch in the shade of the tree.
On the other side of the garden, Micah looked up in surprise, along with both the dogs, automatically toddling toward Rhys as he was called.
"Sit here with your sister and keep an eye on your baby brother, while I go fetch your mother, okay?" Rhys asked, ruffling the boy's hair as he toddled over. He understood how Nat worried, but he was confident the children were safe in their own home and their own backyard. After all, Aurelia had warded the entire block, and the dogs weren't going to let anyone they didn't know get close without putting up a fight.
"Da, Papa." Obediently, Micah plunked down onto the blanket next to Ana, both of them peering over the edge of the basket to gawp down at their baby brother as he wriggled in his sleep. At least Rhys could be sure they were past the stage of poking the baby to make him squirm.
Rhys quietly instructed the dogs to keep watch before making his way to the back door to face the music. "Knock, knock," he said, as he poked his head inside. "Is it safe to come inside yet?" he asked tentatively.
"I suppose that all depends, does it not?" Nat asked, savagely beating holy hell out of eggs in a bowl. "Do you know why I am not happy at this moment in time, or did you conveniently not think it over?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I know why," he said, moving over to slide his arms around her waist, if only to help her with the eggs. "Here, let me," he insisted, taking the whisk from her hand.