Ava Hargreeves, AKA Number 8, had decided a long time ago that her father needed to stay out of her life. His death, however, leaves her no choice but to reunite with her estranged siblings.
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March 23rd, 2019.
Jeremiah was home when she came back from the library, as she did every day after work. It was a surprise; but not an unwelcome one. It had been ages since the last time the both of them could spend the evening together, doing whatever couples do these days after a long day of work. Ava hadn't fallen asleep in her fiancé's arms for weeks. She had missed his warmth, and the way his heartbeat could lull her to a peaceful sleep.
"Hey, love," Jeremiah smiled when she entered the kitchen. "I'm making lasagna."
"So, not only are you home when I come back, but you cook for me, too? You spoil me, J."
"Only the best for you, you know it."
She watched him for a moment. He looked defeated, and the dark shadows beneath his eyes clearly showed that he was exhausted, too.
"You're okay?"
"Just tired, is all," he sighed. "It's been... difficult. Lot of work. Lot of things that don't work out."
Ava pursed her lips, hesitant to ask. Communication is key, Doctor Mallone's voice sounded in her head. Not just with Jeremiah, but with anybody. People need to communicate to understand each other. No relationship can work without it. It sounded so easy. Wasn't it just asking the right questions at the right time? Yet, why was it so much more difficult for her?
"You want to talk about it?" she finally asked, and she cringed internally. She didn't know if this was the right thing to say.
Jeremiah smiled, but she could tell it was forced. But there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at her, a softness that was reserved just for her, and it made her fell less inadequate, somehow.
"Maybe later. I just wanna be with you, for now," he winked. "I need to think about something else. Work's gonna drive me crazy, I swear."
"I missed you," she finally confessed and Jeremiah draped one arm over her waist to drive her closer.
"I'm sorry. I missed you too."
"It's okay," she reassured him, leaning into the embrace. "You're here now."
"And I'm making you lasagna," he teased.
She scoffed and hid her smile in his chest.
"Yeah. You're making me lasagna. Lucky me".
Jeremiah chuckled and it made a rumbling sound against her ear.
"Go make yourself confortable, we'll eat after I'm done. Okay, love?"
"Okay," she agreed, already detaching herself from him.
