Behind the Mask of Alexandria Drear

Lunch Discussion (Chapter 39)

((A/N: I don't know why I never bothered to bring Rocco's accent into play when he talked before.. But now it's taken me forever to make it look decent. He has a rather thick Scottish accent, even if he grew up mainly in England and France. He was born in the part of Ireland where the Scottish accents win over, plus parents still have the mega thick accent, but for the story I'm giving him random words so it's easier for you all. If it's crap.. Well I tried to make it work.)

With Salem already sitting by his wife, who waited an empty glass in hand; showing just how long she'd remained in the dinning hall, placing the glass down on the cloth covering the table. "I was beginning to wonder if I would be having lunch alone this afternoon.. Judging by the looks I'm assuming I've missed something?" Corvina asked resting against the back of her chair, glancing from Alexandria to Rocco, then back to Salem. The answer was easy to see, even if it was no surprise that they'd forgotten once again that she could see souls. Mainly asking the question to see what answers she could get from her family, assuming her daughter was just playing along, or perhaps with this mess she'd forgotten as well. The elder witch sighed as the silence in the room grew, catching Rocco and Alexandria's glances at one another her eyebrow to raise.

The Duke simply smiled calling over a staff member with a little wave, asking to bring tea as well as their meal. After the woman left Salem gave a small sigh as he looked at his wife, able to tell she was beginning to loose whatever patients she had left. "My dear, with that glare, you might be burning a hole in their head. Just a little breather hm? They have only just gotten back, a lot has been happening. " Why is this on me now?" The warlock shifted his chair to be just out of the woman's reach, slouching against his chair with a sigh. "I really do not know why I bother being the middle man here, these hormones are always all over the damn place.." Just as he'd finished his sentence, a sudden rush of pain hit every nerve, with a book thrown at him.

The elder witch rested her head on the back of her hand, with her elbow rested on the arm of her chair. "It is not as though I do not now the answer, getting an answer right off the bat was too much to ask. After all I have known about the baby from the moment she arrived home, the soul was rather prominent from the beginning." She replied, keeping the true date hidden. Not only to keep her husband from losing it, but to keep it from her son in law as well. The last thing they needed was another fight over something ridiculous, as she'd already  given her daughter enough for it from the start.

"Can you blame us for forgetting? Not a conversation that happens every mornin'.. Not as if any bothered tellin' me a lik of souls ability you have there." Rocco replied with a frown, if he'd known about that, well it would be a different story in his mind. " From what eh've seen, it seems that
manor will be lively again rather soon with wee ones moving about. Which is a great yet not so all at once." The man added resting his head on his palm, glancing at his wife with a small smile. He did have mixed feelings about two children, based on knowing how insane it will be around the house in the next coming year. His sweet wife will go from kind and sweet to a demon in a matter of seconds, that wasn't news to him at all; his mother in law on this subject, that was on the other hand.

Alexandria glanced away briefly before placing her hands in her lap. "Well.. It will be a new experience, or rather a different one in reality... It is not as though we have never dealt with babies before.. Perhaps this will be something new to you though love, you have only taken care of your siblings before.. Perhaps my father can give some ways to prepare? I would trust him with that, women have different ways then you would think.. So giving advice from my end.. It may not help much." She replied looking at the chair where her daughter would usually sit, giving a soft sigh. "I take it she will not be home? The last time I saw her was the wedding, where as she gone?" The younger woman asked looking at her parents, hoping she wouldn't say Helena left town again.