Re-entering the house, Carter put his right hand on his eyebrows.
No need to push. There’s twenty-four hours a day, and unless the world ends tomorrow, pushing things would only make me an annoyance to their eyes.
Shaking his head, he put both hands on his lap and breathed deeply.
He needed to do other things.
Like how he had planned, he began by searching for his mother to ask her what he was curious about.
Depending on what she would say, he would be able to get an answer to one of his questions, rather important or not.
He decided to go toward the door that led to, what he hoped was the kitchen, since it was in there that he saw smoke just a few moment before.
Approaching said room, a rather pleasant smell entered his nose.
Tilting his head, he put his hand on the door knob, and pushed it toward him.
Before he could look inside, the full blunt of the sweet smell assaulted him.
Sweet and bitter, it was…
…Coffee!
Smelling it a bit more, he realized there was another smell coming with it.
Bread? He did not know what it was, but Carter liked freshly baked food out of the oven.
Entering the workspace, Carter only realized now how packed with things but clean and aesthetically pleasing each room of the house was.
The soft colours matching perfectly with the atmosphere, like a vacation to the nostalgic past as he had already made this other world to be.
Looking at the tall back of his mom on the counter, his heart hastened.
Calming it, he slowly made his way next to her.
The young boy was half the height of the tall woman, and with her eyes on the counter, Mili had no idea where the boy was.
And he stood still there, like a living statue.
It wasn’t helping that his mother was occupied with what she was making; a sort of plate the young boy guessed was breakfast.
Carter wanted to say something to attract her attention, but felt like his throat had a lump in it.
So he stayed there conflicted on what to do.
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Well, now what? His blank eyes were staring in front of him, brown wood reflecting in them.
And then they narrowed.
Still in the middle of filling a cup with a bit more coffee, Mili whose slight smile was still on her beautiful face, looked at the clock that was situated on the right wall of the kitchen.
It was nearing six in the morning, the glow of the sun finally showing itself.
Chopping the bread, she thought about how relieving it was to get a morning without so much as the next thing to eat to think about.
She should’ve been preparing for work by now, her husband trying his best to help her out and preparing delicious breakfast, but since she decided to take some time off, she could finally stay and help everyone out.
Thinking about the little time she had spent with her recovering child, she smiled wider, even beginning to laugh a bit.
Then, without any warning, a slight tuck on her skirt brought her out of her reverie.
She blinked her eyes twice in confusion before slowly looking down at the pulling force.
Realizing it was her son, she returned back into cutting bread.
Mili frowned, interrupting her moving hand that was already going down.
She looked under her again.
“Oh…” Registering what she just saw, she panicked.
“Oh by the gods, what are you doing here? Are you bored? It’s still very early in the morning, did you sleep well? You aren’t too tired? Have you recovered your energy?”
Before Carter could tuck her skirt again, his new mother had already come down to his height, asking him multiple questions, like a distributor of words.
He wanted to respond, but instead due to the sheer number of words he needed to process and his heart tightening more and more, he let go of the tissue of her wear and backed by a step.
Realizing what she just did, Mili retracted the numerous questions she still wanted to ask and bit her lower lip.
They stayed there for a second, one looking at another.
Before the young kid could say anything, his mother asked one last question.
“Do you want to eat?”
Carter didn’t want to eat as he was here to ask a question and leave as soon as possible, but before he could even shake his head, his tummy answered for him.
A rather low and embarrassing gurgle rang in the kitchen.
His mother chuckled, a hand on her mouth.
Then she said, with her usual voice.
“Sit over to the nearest chair, I’ll make you breakfast.”
She pointed with to the nearest ones with her head.
As soon as she finished her gestures, she got up, stretched a bit, and went a bit farther to the right, where some tools were installed and where some shelves stood above.
Uh, god damnit. Carter couldn’t deny his natural needs and decided to fill up his stomach first before anything.
Lost in his thoughts again, he made his way to the chair with blank eyes.
Sitting on the chair which was way too high for him, he made himself comfortable by inclining on it.
Some time passed.
With each second, Carter's no focus was always broken by the appetizing smell that entered his nose.
And before he knew it, it was quarter past six and time to eat breakfast.
On his plate was pie accompanied by a simple cup of tea that his mother prepared.
Both fuming with delight, they made Carter's saliva drip from his mouth.
The crust of the pie shining, its inside calling to be eaten.
He eyed her with an angry gaze, while his mouth was still salivating.
Even if he was happy, Carter realized they could’ve eaten way earlier if his mother didn’t try and make him something he didn’t even ask.
Mili was situated opposite him, her eyes not on the kid's.
The middle aged woman was sipping her coffee her eyes half closed.
But moving them up, she saw him looking at his cup.
Then at hers.
Not thinking too much about it, she shrugged, and continued what she was doing.
Though, all of a sudden, Ciel started giving her a look of undeniable hatred.
She couldn’t help but choke on her coffee.
Coughing loudly in front of him, Mili gaged for a while.
Carter had only one thought.
That’s the second one, second one I’ve been able to choke this morning.
Shaking his head, he began eating, the silence after a fit of coughs almost pleasing