Life is a Journey - Alex Summers, Havok

A Little Quality Time Never Hurt Anybody

    In the morning it takes me a few minutes to fully wake up. Libby's arms had unconsciously wrapped themselves around me, it was her body's silent plea for comfort. I smile sadly at the beautiful little girl lying in my arms and memories of the events that took place last night make themselves known in the front of my brain. Libby began crying in her sleep again, she was probably remembering everything that had happened last night and was hoping that it was only a bad dream, I automatically reach my hand out to wipe her tears away.

When I was sure that she was still asleep I got myself up from bed, and quickly scramble around my room picking up any piece of clothing that I could throw together in an outfit. As soon as I get myself together I sprint down the stairs and immediately head into the kitchen to start cooking up the biggest storm in the history of breakfast buffets.

"Morning Hank." I said rushing into the room.

I was opening up cupboard door after pantry door bringing out everything that I would possibly be able to use for breakfast this morning.

"Morning Violet. Where's the fire?" He asks jokingly as he continues watching me in my frenzy.

"She's not up yet." I reply opening the cupboard door closest to me and bringing out all it's contents that I could hold onto before running back to the opposite counter to where everything else was.

"Oh?" He asks curiously.

"Whenever Libby has two visions within a 24-hour period it usually never turns out good for her, so I try to make her as comfortable as possible. It ends up draining so much of her energy that when she eats she ends up eating everything in the house then falls right back to sleep until the next night." I explain to him our current predicament. "It's only ever happened one other time and I never realized that it had even occurred until we were fighting one another on our first day back." I add hurriedly attempting to ignore the guilt that was settling in my stomach for not realizing that she had gone through that all alone when I promised her that I would always be there for her.

"Oh wow. Do you want any help with making breakfast then?" He asks getting out of his seat and putting his now dirty dished into the sink. It was almost as if he could sense how tense the situation is just by watching my reactions.

"That would be great thank you." I said turning around again to face him.

"You'll just have to tell me what to do, I've never been good in a kitchen." He says sheepishly.

"Did you want to cut up the fruits and vegetables and put them into bowls for me?" I ask.

"Sure. All of them?"

"Yea. They need to be eaten up before they go bad, I'll have to go grocery shopping later too." I reply mumbling the last part to myself.

"I don't think Charles wants to do any training for another day or so until we can come up with something for everyone." Hank says getting close to me.

"So what you're saying is to get it done today while nothing is happening so that I don't piss off my brother and his plans?" I ask.

"Well that's the idea." He replies smirking at me.

I smirked back and stick my tongue out at him, he just shakes his head and laughs at me. "You're so mature Hank."

"More mature than you are Violet." He sasses back at me.

"I never said that I was, and that sir is an insult." I said lightly smacking him upside the head.

"How? Calling someone mature is supposed to be a good thing." He asks in confusion.