Foresight {Ethan Winters x Reader}

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It was late afternoon when Ethan arrived at home. He walked into an eerie silence. A silence that is not so normal in a household with a young baby. He walked around, searching the halls and kitchen. He had a reason to be paranoid. After the hell he and his wife had been through. After his wife disappeared for three years and being held hostage in a fucked up house with a fucked up family. His paranoia only grew until he turned to the living room. His eyes landed on Mia reading his baby a bedtime story. His paranoia faded, quietly stepping towards the couch across from them, softly listening into the ending of the storybook Mia was reading to Rose.

"There. She's finally asleep." Mia whispered as she looked down at Rose so lovingly and warmly.

"What is with the creepy story? She's only six months old." Ethan asks, glancing at how calm Rose seems to be, despite the scary book. Mia looks up at him, her eye almost twitching with hidden irritation. She looks back at the book, closing it softly. Keeping her emotions at bay.

"Woman at the store said it was traditional," Mia explains, handing the book to Ethan. "A local tale." Ethan holds the book for a moment, reading the title, Village of Shadows. "Besides, Rose doesn't seem to mind."

"Because she doesn't understand it, thank god." Ethan counters. Mia focuses on Rose, stroking her hair gently. Ethan leans forward a bit towards Mia. He couldn't help but to feel concerned for her still. "We moved her so she wouldn't have to deal with any of that, remember?"

"There is nothing wrong with my memory." Mia raises her voice, her gentle strokes cease. Ethan retreats back, startled by Mia's slight outburst, her facade cracks a bit. She smiles again, regaining her voice goes soft as well. "You're just being paranoid."

"It's not- nevermind. I'm sorry," Ethan apologizes. His eyes follow Mia's fingers as they resume to stroke Rose's hair gently. "But I'm not paranoid. I'm just cautious."

"Then go cautiously take your daughter to bed," Mia smiles slightly, both parents get up. Mia handed over his daughter gently towards him. "I'll finish up dinner."

Ethan stands watching Mia as she heads towards the kitchen, leaving the father and his daughter alone. Ethan sighs as he looks down at Rose, sighing softly. His heart warms up to know she's safe, here with both parents together. Everything seems to fall into place, even with the struggle of adjusting to a normal life after Dulvey.

"Your mother doesn't want to remember. I can't blame her." He mumbles to a sleeping Rosemary. He began to make his way towards the stairwell leading upstairs.

"Did you say something?" Mia asked, her voice carried through the open kitchen door which was at the end of the hallway that stretched past the stairwell. She seemed to have a good ear, hearing a bit of Ethan's little comment.

"Nothing!" Ethan argues, making his way towards the master bedroom. He comforts his daughter softly when she begins to stir and whine. He opens the door towards the master bedroom. It was spacious, having a king bed at the center of the room, a large headboard against the wall. Nightstands on each side. The room was a mess, a big mat with childish colors full of Rose's only few toys and next to that, across from their bed, was Rosie's crib.

"There you go sweetheart," He places Rose down on her crib gently, turning on her crib mobile and leaving with a soft stroke on her cheek. "Don't you worry. I'll be right downstairs."

Ethan walks back downstairs, into the kitchen where Mia had just finished cooking, bringing the pot to the table and stirring it to cool.

"Is she ok?" Mia asks with a content smile as she returns her focus on the pot.

"Sleeping like a... well, like a baby." Mia huffs in amusement. She continues to stir the pot while Ethan takes a good whiff of whatever she was cooking, softly moaning at the scent."That smells good. What is that?" Ethan reaches out, but not before Mia smacks his hand with the spoon she's stirring with.