The Life of a Stay at Home Wife (LACKADAISY OC FANFICTION)

Dinner, Like always, is quiet..

The smell of the meatloaf cooking in the oven filled the air as Elizabeth finally allowed herself a moment to sit. Lunch with her sister was exhausting as usual, with the conversation always steering to family matters, and then to children.

She quickly shook her head, ridding herself of the though as she slowly got up, going to the kitchen to check on the meatloaf. As she poked it with a fork, the sounds of the front door opening and shutting could be heard.

"I'm home." She heard Mordecai say as he walked into the living room, "What's cooking?"
"Just some meatloaf. My sister gave me a recipe while we were at lunch."
"Nice," He responded, with the sounds of him sitting down could be heard, "How was that, by the way?"
"It went as well as things like that usually go."
"I see."

Dinner was quiet, similar to breakfast. The only difference was the lack of crinkling from the newspaper, as Mordecai rarely read the newspaper during dinner.

"So...How was work?" She asked, with him looking up at her from his plate.
"Tiresome. I work with a bunch of imbeciles sometimes."
"Oh..I"m sorry to hear that."
"It's fine. They're bearable."
"I see."

Elizabeth found that another thing she could admire about her husband was that he never bothered with lengthy expatiations at the dinner table, opting to silently enjoy his food with little snippets of conversation in-between bites. That's something they had in common, as Elizabeth never liked chatting too much while she was eating anyways... And she had to admit, the clacking of the silverware along with the simple breathing that lingered in the air was...oddly soothing.

"This meatloaf's good." He admitted, breaking the silence, "Your sister is a good cook."
"Thanks...I'll use it more often, then."
"Please do."
"alright.."

After dinner, the two were able to retire to their chairs for the evening, with Mordecai reading some medical novel and Elizabeth working on her knitting. She had a pretty nice scarf going, which she intended to give to young Lillian when it was finished. She hoped to have it done at least by her birthday so she would have a good excuse to just drop a gift off.

The clicking of the needles and the sounds of turning pages were paired with the radio, tonight playing some "Jazz" as it was called. Not Elizabeth's cup of tea, but it was good background noise. She held the scarf up, looking it over before turning to show it to Mordecai, who glanced up from his novel.

"What do you think?"
"...Looks alright."

She sighed, setting it back down and going back to work.