The Next Morning

Both Spencer and Ashley had slept restlessly all night.  Sometimes Ashley woke up spooning Spencer and found that physical contact was too much and quickly withdrew her arms.  Other times she woke up with Spencer’s arms on her and slipped away from them.

“Auntie Ashley!!!”  Zak jumped out of nowhere shocking the still tired brunette.

“What’s up Zak Attack?”  Enthusiastically picking up the little boy spinning him around in her arms.

“You and Auntie Spencer are leaving today??” he asked giving her a puppy eye face.

“Yeah we have to little man.  Remember Auntie Kyla?”

He nodded vaguely remembering the few times he had seen his aunts sister.

“Well she’s still in California and wanted to celebrate with Auntie Spencer and I too.”

“Oh. Okay.”  Looking defeated for awhile until Arthur called from downstairs.

“Pancakes for breakfast folks, come and get ‘em!”

“PANCAKES PANCAKES!!!!”  Ashley carefully lowered the squirming boy to the floor as he twisted wildly to get downstairs.  Once he was well on his way she turned to go brush her teeth.  Suddenly realizing she had to face the family after the big speech last night.  And felt her head heavily hit the walls in defeat.

At Breakfast.

Breakfast was what one could only define as, the most awkward moment in Ashley’s life.  While the whole family was still silent about the brunette having stood up to Paula last night.  Spencer was watching her strangely wondering why she wasn’t horny last night.  Every now and then she’s get a sympathetic look from Arthur, then there was the questioning face of Spencer.  And the smiling faced of Zak and Christina who munched away oblivious to the fact that last night a man had broken into the house.

“Maple Syrup?”  Glen’s simple question made the table go silent.  Only Zak and Christina’s chewing continued everyone else stared at the bottle being help up toward Ashley.

“…thanks Glen.”  Taking the bottle and pouring a more than generous amount on her plate she returned it to the middle of the table.  Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her wife’s excessive use of maple syrup. 

Spencer decided to make a brave attempt to start a conversation.

“So our flights this afternoon…”

There was still silence.