One-shot Meryl Streep

Devil in quarantine

It's awful! For Miranda it's the worst thing the universe could've ever held in for her. At least she's not stuck with Stephen. In a simple pair of sweatpants and a black sweater, Miranda stand in the kitchen busy talking over the phone. Well, it's the usual. Work and stuff. She put the phone away and stare hopelessly in front of her. It shouldn't be long now for Clark to bring the children. Her very first ex-husband, father of her children. Well, of course, they inherited most of their features from Miranda's father. In the end it doesn't matter who they look like, it's their children. Her eyes moves up to the car that stopped there. The girls climbs out and then Clark. The car drives on again. It's against the rules to take taxi's now or give someone lift.
"You're late," Miranda mutters as the three appears in the doorway.
"My car broke down," Clark immediately reply and put the bags down for the girls.
Miranda glare at him and fold her arms. He look from the girls up to her when he noticed she's silent.
"Are you okay?"
"What do you care?" she role her eyes and grab her phone to dial Emily. She brings the phone to her ear and rest her elbows on the table. Clark give himself the opportunity to scan his ex-wife's body innocently. She's actually beautiful when she looks like a mess. "Emily, I got you a warrant to go to the office tomorrow. I'll email it to you."
Miranda stand up straight and turn around looking at Clark that kisses the girls before they go up to their rooms.
"That's all," she hung up the phone and put it down. Clark is on his phone looking for a number.
"Pete," he turn his back to Miranda and look around. "Listen, my car broke down. I had to leave it to get my kids home. I'm at Miranda's house. Can you come fetch me?"
Miranda bite her lip. She give an odd look when she saw something awfully crawling on the back of his shirt.
"I see," he nod. "It's okay. I'll ask Joe. Bye."
He hang up and look at Miranda that stood closer. It's a spider. She grab a kitchen clothe and slam the spider off. He give a fright and look at her putting a glass on it so she won't kill it.
"You're not a murderer," he mock her. She glare up at him and grab the magazine to scoop it up.
"Go put it outside," she tells him. He take it. Her heart jumped when the tip of his finger brushed against hers. She pull away immediately and open the door for him. He put the spider down and enter the house again. She take the glass and magazine from him throwing it away.
"Mommy, can daddy stay here please?" Cassidy begs. Miranda wants to give her girls everything they want, but to some desires, she simply can't force herself to accomplish giving it to them.
"Please mommy, daddy can get shoot or locked up if they find him in the streets now," Caroline say and give her father a hug. Miranda look at Clark that kiss his daughter's front head and hug her.
"It's okay pumpkin. Maybe some other time. Mommy is busy and doesn't want me in her way now."
"There won't be another time," Cassidy say and wrap her arms around Miranda. "Please mommy."
"Clark?" Miranda raise an eyebrow at him. He look surprised at her. "Do you want to stay?"
He give her a sweet smile and nod his head.
"The guestroom is unavailable unfortunately, but the living room is open if you're considering sleeping here for the rest of quarantine," Miranda tries to keep her little bit of excitement in to herself and keep her barriers strong.
"That sounds perfect," he nod with a smile.
"You actually left clothes here so you're fixed," Miranda nod and walk away. Clark give both his girls a tight hug feeling peaceful himself.

It's awfully late. Miranda sits in the living room watching the news. She's biting on her thumbnail nervous by what this virus can hold in for her family. Clark enters the living room and froze when he saw Miranda sit there. She's wearing a short pyjama dress. Her hair is rough and her face natural and clean.
With a heavy sighed she stand up and look at Clark. Her nipples piercing through the dress and body warm under that simple dress.
"Right, I should go to bed," she say and look down walking pass him. She stop in her tracks when someone knocked on the front door. Sounded urgently. She walk to it and pull it open not surprised to see a drunk Stephen.
"Stephen what are you doing here?" she ask looking nervously at him. "It's late, you shouldn't be out on the streets this time of the night."
"I came for you," he say and put his hand behind her waist. Miranda push him away when he wanted to kiss her.
"Stop it," she say to him with an angry look. "Go home Stephen."
"Just one..."
He try again, but Miranda gets more irritated.
"Leave me alone. Go!" she yell at him. Clark standing miles away behind her start to approach them slowly watching this scene. Stephen gets angry at her.
"You never allow me to touch you or even see you!" he shout at her. "All you want to do is work and I'm tired of it!"
"All you want to do is get drunk and have sex!" she shout back at him. "I don't need that in my life. I don't need you."
"You're such a bitch!" he shout at her.
"Hey!" Clark jump in. "You don't call her that!"
"Oh what are you gonna do about it Clark," Stephen reply getting pushy with him. "Hit me? Huh?"
"Clark," Miranda step in front of him. "He's drunk. Just leave him."
Clark look at her delicate eyes. She's so soft. He look at Stephen again that shook his head and walked away. Miranda close the door and fold her arms.
"I'm going to check on the twins then get in bed," she whispers softly and look at him that also looks at her. "If the couch do get uncomfortable. You can come up..."
She feels silly about that suggestion and walk out of the kitchen. Clark stand there in confusion then goes to the living room switching off the lights on his way.