Cheated [NaNoWriMo]

Midnight Day 1,249 (2 Years Later)

It had been two years since the proposal, and a little over a year since their first child, Alvira, had been born.

Angelina dances around her kitchen, cooking a late night omelet and getting a midnight bottle for her little girl. She hums quietly to her as she moves graciously around the kitchen she had gotten to know so well.

She feels a presence looming behind her, and she turns to see Roger sitting at the breakfast table.  He watches her with questioning eyes.

"Can you take this to Alvira?" Angel asks as she passes the bottle of warm milk to her husband. He takes it and walks off, heading in the direction of the nursery.

Angelina starts up another omelet for Roger. She plates one and slides it across the counter.

Roger soon returns and picks up the plate and grabs a fork from the cutlery drawer. He plops down in his usual chair and begins eating the omelet, his little hums of happiness cause Angelina to smile.

She quickly finishes up her second one and sits down with Roger to eat her's. He finishes before her and sits there quietly, waiting for her to finish as well.

"I wonder how Jamison is doing," Angelina mumbles between bites. Roger shrugs and leans back in his chair, wondering just like her.

"I have absolutely no clue. We should invite him over for dinner sometime this week," Roger suggests. Angel nods enthusiastically. "Well then, I'll call him in the morning. We both know he's awake now, but he's probably in 'gamer mode' at the moment."

Angelina laughs as she finishes her omelet and collects their plates, placing them in the sink. She's too tired to wash them right now.

Angelina grabs a tea kettle and fills it with water, boiling the water. She stops it before it whistles, not wanting to wake Alvira.

She pours herself a mug of hot water and adds hot chocolate mix and cream. Angelina shuffles her way to the living room and plops down on the couch.

She quietly sips the hot chocolate in her hands. Roger soon comes in, with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. Angel smiles at him.

He can see the bags under her eyes. He understands, she's been working hard with her artwork and the baby, she can't juggle them both.

Her eyes slowly closed and her soft snoring drifted into Roger's ears.

He smiles and puts both their mug on the coffee table in front of them. He picks her up in his arms gently and shuffles down the hall to their bedroom.

Roger carefully places her on her side of the bed and slips into his own side. He watches her sleep for a while.

He soon falls asleep too, drifting off to the sounds of Angelina's quiet breathing and the wind outside of the house.

**

He unlocks the door and slips into the house. The sound of giggling and quiet cursing reaches his ears. He furrows his brow in confusion as he approaches the commotion.

Alfred ends up in his living room. Angelo seems to have snuck in from his room. Kisha sat on the couch, with another man.

Al's lips form a straight line as he glares at the pair.

Kisha lets out a nervous giggle as she fixes her hair. "Honey, you're home early." Her eyes stay on the carpet, unable to make eye contact with her furious husband in front of her.

Alfred glances at his son's attire and sees he's wearing a pair of overalls and an orange shirt, along with a pair of Converse sneakers. He picks his son up and walks back out of the house, heading back to the office.