I am not done [Completed]

Viikon ryyppyputki

Author's POV

It has been a week, and there is no signs of Ming.

Kit had been spending time at home, trying to do these things on his own, managing quite well. It was harder than he thought, but he managed.

In that time, he noticed how right Ming was. If it weren't him and their little fight, he wouldn't be able to raise their children when the time comes. 

Ming was right, but always as he tried to call him, he either declined the call, or was drunk while speaking.

Kit wanted him to come back home. He wanted to settle their misunderstandings. He wanted to say that he was sorry.

He knew that Ming stayed at Forth's place, but knew better not to go there. He knew that Ming needed time for himself. He would be a father soon, so he would get no peace what so ever. 

...

Kit was staring at the wall, thinking about how long Ming would still be gone. He promised him four days, it has been seven.

While he was concentrating on the dust flying around the house, he heard something like a plant pot braking. 

He stood up like a flash, scared of what caused that voice.

It came from the front yard.

Could it maybe be him?

Did he finally come back home?

Let's see...

Kit walked to the front door.

The door was pushed. It was locked, thank God, so whoever it was, couldn't get the door open.

Alright, maybe it wasn't Ming. He had keys obviously, so he would be able to let himself in if he needed to.

Kit became nervous, so he took an umbrella from behind the door and lifted it next to his head, ready to hit whoever was braking in.

 He hesitated, but he heard something like clinking... Keys?

Could it be Ming after all?

He slowly opened the lock and backed away, keeping a firm grasp on the umbrella.

Someone stepped in, and Kit was ready to hit the stranger.

The umbrella almost hit that guys face, but luckily, he stopped it in time.

Yep, it was Ming, but he looked... different. Like a whole new person. His eyes were half closed and his face was wrinkled, and muddy.

"Oh my God! Ming, what the hell happened to you?!" Kit shouted and threw the umbrella to the floor. He went closer to his betrothed to examine his face.

"Where the fuck were you?? It has been a week you motherfucker!" Kit kept on yelling.

"What you mean a week? It has been four, plus the original three, and by math... I think it's seven all right! And week is not seven days!" 

"I should've hit you when I had the chance!" Kit yelled. Why did he not do it? He had every reason to. Problem was, that he was seriously concerned about him and worried,

He laughed.

I saw that his laughing caused the clinking sound again. I looked lower and saw him holding a plastic bag, full of empty cans.

"Are you drunk? Again?!" 

"What you mean again. I'm still drunk."

"How can that be possible?!"