After saying his goodbyes to the greenette in the store, Law had deviated from his usual grocery path to the wines, picking up an expensive Merlot, then to the children’s toys, which was quite frankly a slightly pitiful one side of an isle, for something to appease the woman’s miniature bodyguard.
Honestly he just didnt want the kid to hate him for just being around, since he’d likely be the one giving him check ups if he became ill. That kind of hostility wouldn’t do anyone any good.
Lego, as he originally figured, every kid loved Lego, building things just helped creativity right? Well it’d probably keep the kid occupied while they caught up anyway.
On the way home he purchased a bouquet of yellow roses, if he remembered correctly, Monet had known the meanings of the colours way back when, whether she kept that knowledge or let it stray was another thing entirely, but he figured she’d be happy with yellow anyway, and home he went, placing the wine on the table, the roses -still wrapped- in a tall jug of water to keep them wet, and the Lego set resting in its box beside the bottle of red.
Six came faster than it’d ever crept upon him before, it found him rushing around the house, showered and dressed in distressed bootcut dark blue jeans and a white button down shirt, usual hat left on the hallway table. Dodging the fluffball whom seemed ridiculously intent on tripping him up he quickly placed a bowl of food down to keep the dog occupied until he got out of the door, flowers, wine and present in arms.
It was cool, a slight warm breeze to the air as he locked the front door and headed down the path to the large house just down the way, which seemed just a bit friendlier now someone lived in it once more, it seemed brighter, full of life, where not too long ago it’d been a dark shadowy building on the street that kids thought up ghost stories about.
The chime of the doorbell as he pressed it was familiar, something he hadn’t heard in years, it held a sense of such familiarity that it settled any nerves he could potentially have instantly, almost as if the time had never gone, however only to be reminded that it had when the mini bodyguard answered the door.
“Hey Denzil… Your mum home?“ he asked, a disarming smile on his face, after crouching down to the kids’ level WHILST, attempting to balance the objects in his arms like a pro. Little less intimidating like this, he always found kids to be more responsive in the practice if you got down to their level.
He got a whiff of the food from outside the door shortly after, and quite frankly, it smelt amazing… “I believe you’re both expecting me.”
Denzil greeted Law as politely as he knew, stepping back when that tall man got on his eye level. Law had a weird face, or that was what Denzil thought. The tanned skin, the goatee, those bags under his eyes– and the tattoos. A boy in school told him he should never trust someone with tattoos and circles under his eyes and Law had both– but mom said it was a friend so it was alright? <<Mom’s in the kitchen>> he said, still wary, still mistrusting, but polite as his mother had taught him to be.
He strode to where Monet was, not really wanting to be alone with Law until he trusted him. Maybe, just maybe, he was lucky and Law never appeared again? But mom seemed happy of knowing he was around so he might have to get used to the other’s presence. Denzil didn’t like that idea.
Monet was placing the crystal bowl with the salad on the table when Denzil entered in the kitchen. She saw the pouty face of her son and a chuckle eluded her lips. Denzil would take a while to get used to Law. Her gaze fell upon the yellow roses and she gave Law a genuine smile.
— ❝ Those flowers are gorgeous, Law.❞
She said getting a vase from one of the kitchen cupboards and filling it with water. Yellow roses– Those meant joy, friendship, gladness and the promise of a new beginning along with a remember me and an ‘I care’. Monet didn’t know if Law was aware of all the meanings of that color, but she thought those flowers were simply..
— ❝ Perfect.❞
She smiled again, this time looking at Law.
— ❝ Please, take a seat.❞
She would lie if she said she wasn’t eager for Law to taste the food. Monet wanted him to realize how much she had improved in cooking, although the biggest difference was at mere sight.
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