Forbidden Things || Cobra Kai

126 Heavy Hitting Truth

Dinner came and went without incident. Frankie enjoyed the meal, though that was no surprise to her as she had taken to Mrs. Alexopoulos' cooking months ago. It was delicious, though she thought her need for it had more to do with her pregnancy than anything else, at least in recent weeks.

While she ate, she kept an eye on Demetri. He might as well have been visibly sweating under the pressure of what was to come. He didn't say much, lost in his own thoughts, likely playing out how the night was going to end. Every time she saw his eyes glaze over with a deep thoughtfulness, she nudged his foot under the table and snapped him back into reality. He remembered to actually eat as his mother and her father talked about this and that. Everyone else didn't seem to notice his weird behavior.

Almost everyone.

Every time Demetri fell silent, Penelope looked up and gave a small look of concern. She didn't bring it up, though, and let the moment pass. Once dinner was finished and Demetri was helping his mom clean the table, she walked over and put a hand on his arm.

"I'm okay," he told her, knowing that soft look on her face was really a question. He smiled at her, but it was odd and a little awkward. "I just have a lot on my mind right now."

She nodded, but didn't seem wholly convinced. However, she left it alone and followed her uncle and Robby into the living room, where they had been directed.

Frankie quietly followed, sitting away from them as her father and Robby talked about how he still wasn't very accustomed to home cooked meals. It was of little concern to Frankie, so she turned her attention to the noise coming from the kitchen.

Clanks and thuds, rushing water and small talk. She couldn't make out what Demetri's mom was saying, but she sounded jolly and ecstatic, happy to have guests as always. She was a nice homemaker, working hard outside of their humble home to make it the perfect place for herself and Demetri.

Frankie couldn't help but think about how she couldn't do something like that. She didn't have a decorative bone in her body, thinking back to her bedroom as the walls held haphazardly posted posters and her furniture was covered in random stickers. In present time, her bed was unmade, an odd amalgamation of pillows and blankets she's built up in an attempt to make herself more comfortable and the floor was littered with school papers and clothes.

In short conclusion, it was a wreck, as opposed to the pristine yet well lived-in home she was currently sitting in.

She sighed, pushing the non-issue thoughts out of her head. They were stupid worries as far as she was concerned, troubles that didn't matter. What did it matter if her room was a little messy? So what if she didn't want to pick up her shirt after throwing it off? She was pregnant and tired.

Instead, she thought about how she was about to tell a room full of people about the bump protruding from her midsection, the baby growing there. While the words I'm pregnant were easy to say to herself, the thought of throwing them at her father made her chest feel tight. She looked his way, saw the smile on his face as he laughed with Robby. On his other side, Penelope was texting with a small smile of her own.

Frankie knew she was about to wipe those smiles off of their faces in the next few minutes.

As if on cue, Demetri and his mom walked into the room. He carried a fruity lemonade over to Frankie and she took it with a hum of acknowledgement. She sipped quietly as she watched the interactions shift among the room, Mrs. Alexopoulos fit in seamlessly with Robby and Donnie as they talked and Penelope put her phone down to get a feel for the environmental change.

Demetri hung around Frankie awkwardly, unable to sit at the nerves bounded up and down his body. She could practically feel the way he was ready to bounce off of the walls and make a run out of there, but she was his tether to stay. They were there together and the rest of them didn't even know it.