The First Wielder

Chapter twenty-four: I Trust Her

TWENTY-FOUR

If a serial killer were to hold a knife, chances are someone will die. If a psychopath is near a fire, you may want to start running out of the house.

And if you associate Number Five with cooking, it's the end of the world.

This is why Abigail is cooking today's breakfast with Grace.

  
Five propped his elbow on the dining table and leaned his head on his palm, watching Abigail as she followed along with their mom's teaching on how to make a pancake.  A small grin appeared on his face when the girl beamed at the first batch they made with her help.

"You didn't really have to help me, dear," Grace cooed. "But thank you. It's always nice to have someone do the housework with me."

"It's the least I could do, Gra--I mean...Mom," Abigail coughed at the mishap, a pink blush coating her cheeks.

Grace smiled and returned to flipping pancakes.

A snicker was heard behind Abigail and the girl spun, pointing the whisk she was holding coated with pancake batter.

"You can't kill me with a whisk, Abigail," Five's grin widened to a smug.

Abigail frowned, turning back to continue mixing the pancake batter. "And here I was thinking of making you another blend of coffee."

It was the boy's turn to frown.

There was a familiar whoosh heard along with a pair of arms wrapped around the girl's torso. A small gasp escaped Abigail's lips.

Five leaned close to her ear, his voice in a whisper. "What did you say?"

His right hand snaked to hers that was holding the whisk, causing a shiver to run down her spine. He tried to force her to let go of the whisk but Abigail refused and held it tighter.

The girl squirmed in his grip. "Go back to your seat, Five. I'm making something."

But the boy didn't listen. Instead, his hand clasped her own causing her to drop the whisk--

"No flirting in the kitchen, kids."

The two immediately pulled away, mumbling an apology to the robotic mother before doing their own thing.

Grace hummed as she placed another batch of fresh pancakes on a plate and adding in a design of her own.

"You two are getting cozier the longer you stay together," Grace giggled as Abigail handed her the bowl of pancake mix.

"I feel like I'm getting too used to living here," Abigail replied.

"Oh, but aren't you staying here permanently?"

A forced smile appeared on her lips.

Looking away Abigail began making coffee, grabbing the coffee pot along with the other things she needed to make coffee. She took a quick glance at the boy behind her before spatial jumping.

The boy shot up from his seat and the girl returned, acting as if she didn't just appear and disappear in front of him.

"He--"

"Is that pancakes I smell?"

Klaus' jovial screech made the boy slump back to his seat.

Behind his brother was Luther, entering the kitchen with a small greeting. The two sat down, Luther on the middle chair with Klaus a seat away from Five.