Jack felt fantastic. Sure he had a fading shiner and a split lip and scabbed over knuckles, but none of that mattered. He was having the best week of his life. This month.
"Nancy!" he beamed as he sauntered in. For once he bypassed the coffee and stepped right up behind her and laid a hand on her hip. "That looks good. I knew you'd do something today, just wasn't sure what."
Without thinking, Nancy stuck another finger into the batter and held it up to his lips. It was something Judah used to do, sneak up behind her while she was cooking, wrap his arms around her waist and say, "what's cooking, nancy pants?"
Of course he leaned in and caught her finger, sucking the batter slowly from her finger. Before he pulled away, he gave the pad of her finger another lick.
"Tastes good," he said softly, moving his hand around to rest on her stomach. "Almond joy, right?"
Nancy felt the strangest conflict of emotions for a moment. She wasn't sure if she wanted to break down crying or spin around and ask him to fuck her over the counter.
In the end, she did neither.
"Very good," she said instead, the only betrayal of her moment of conflict being a sharp intake of breath when he touched her. "I'm not a bad cook, or so I hear. The recipe was Andy's, though... my brother-in-law. He was a chef, sort of, when he wasn't being a bum."
Ellen was heading for a refill on her tea, her mug in her hands, walking silently into the kitchen behind the dark-haired woman at the counter. She was headed for the pantry for the tea leaves when she heard the quiet words. Crap. Nice timing, Ellen. She took a slow breath and reached for the pantry door, opening it with a quiet click as she made a bag of tea.
She turned around, taking a couple steps behind the woman and toward the stove. "Sorry to, ah-" She paused. "You using the kettle?"
Nancy spun around, slightly startled, but then relaxed, and shook her head. "No, go right ahead." She smiled sheepishly and added, "I'm supposed to be cooking breakfast, but it's turning into a cake instead." She paused, and added, "It's... Ellen? Right?" She remembered meeting the other woman very briefly.
"Guilty. And you're- Nancy?" She squinted, gesturing with the hand that held the mug. She remembered meeting her in the rec room; unless she really was senile, she even remembered sharing a chuckle over the Winchesters.
"Cake for breakfast, mmm." She paused, smiling. "Y'know, when I was raising Jo, I'd have declared that an Unhealthy Breakfast, but now that it's just me, cake sounds pretty damn good."
"That's right," Nancy said. Then she smiled a little, stirring the cake batter, and said, "Yeah, I would have too - the unhealthy breakfast thing, I mean. Except, you know, special occasions."
She sighed, figuring she already sounded kind of loopy, so she might as well explain it. "It's my husband's birthday today."
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"Nancy!" he beamed as he sauntered in. For once he bypassed the coffee and stepped right up behind her and laid a hand on her hip. "That looks good. I knew you'd do something today, just wasn't sure what."
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"Tastes good," he said softly, moving his hand around to rest on her stomach. "Almond joy, right?"
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In the end, she did neither.
"Very good," she said instead, the only betrayal of her moment of conflict being a sharp intake of breath when he touched her. "I'm not a bad cook, or so I hear. The recipe was Andy's, though... my brother-in-law. He was a chef, sort of, when he wasn't being a bum."
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She turned around, taking a couple steps behind the woman and toward the stove. "Sorry to, ah-" She paused. "You using the kettle?"
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"Cake for breakfast, mmm." She paused, smiling. "Y'know, when I was raising Jo, I'd have declared that an Unhealthy Breakfast, but now that it's just me, cake sounds pretty damn good."
(Sorry, life went boom. Slowtime?)
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She sighed, figuring she already sounded kind of loopy, so she might as well explain it. "It's my husband's birthday today."
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