Snippet #1691967

I’d served Magnus is dinner and took a seat next to him as he ate no feeling in me whatsoever to bring up what had just happened. Bradley was gone, the kids were having fun and I had a paper due on ‘How to Resolve Early Childhood Disobedience’ in two days time to my professor. It had to be in by ten in the morning and I had to drop the kids at school for eight which meant I had to be up by six forty-five so that I could get their lunches together and get them dressed. Niko goes to PM kindergarten which means that Kalle picks him up on his way home with Aija and Raimonds. During that day I’ll have to work on the homework I have for my other classes and make a video conference call to Professor Titan who teaches me teacher’s course because I have aspirations to become a teacher and I know it’ll have something to do with kids. I just don’t know what level I want to teach at just yet which is why I’m taking two at the same time – high school and University/College. In any case my whole Wednesday is planned and I due follow schedule so I will most likely be very busy that day. Busy enough that if Viena does end up coming home; which I believe he will because I heard Royce is coming over; I won’t have enough time to talk to him unless he really needs it. In which case I have all the time in the world for him between eleven AM and two-thirty PM. Any time before or after will not be spared for him until five forty-five which is when I start making dinner. Magnus is invited if he wishes to be. He knows that.

At least I’d like to believe he knows that else I wouldn’t have given him the house key but that’s a whole different story.

I looked up from the table when Magnus mentioned something about his hand and I went from not wanting to care about the punch at all to panicking that he had actually hurt himself. I instantly jumped out of my chair and walked over to his side and took his hand gently in mine so that I could examine it better. I traced my fingers over each knuckle and sure enough I found the middle one feeling like it wasn’t sitting right and it was more swollen than his other knuckles. I didn’t know what I was going to do for it but I knew I needed ice because ice would quell the swelling and I could bandage it until we could get him to a doctor. The closest one was about twenty minutes away but that would mean piling all the kids into the car and driving there right this second and the headache of that is already pounding against my temples. For now I hoped he’d be able to manage with bandage holding his hand in shape and he wouldn’t be allowed to go to work and if I had to strap him down I’d do it. That…. That does not sound the way I want it to but if you took it there you’re dirty. You are very dirty minded person and I am so ashamed of you. I’m shaking my head at you. I am. In my mind. My internal head is shaking inside of my real head because my real head has to stay still for me to examine this broken knuckle and I was doing a good job until Magnus started speaking again.

Blood rushed to my ears and I was glad my hair was long enough to cover them because Magnus knows I get easily embarrassed. I don’t like when he says things like what he’s saying because honestly I don’t like when he forces himself to say things he doesn’t want to say. I’ve always wanted to tell him that he has no reason to tell me anything he doesn’t want to because I already know. I know about all the times in school that he beat up kids and didn’t tell me and after a while one does learn to put two and two together.

Two and two equals four and Magnus treating me like and object plus protecting me behind my back equals some form of caring. I don’t need him to say it. I don’t want him to say it. I can’t let him say it because if he does all of this will suddenly mean a lot more than it ever did.

By the time he finished saying that he treated me like shit my whole face was red. I don’t know when I did it but I covered his mouth with my hand and shook my head. “No. Nonononono. No. You won’t finish that sentence because you need to go to a doctor because your knuckle is broken. Got it?” I stated before I hesitantly pulled my hand away and smiled. “Now. You need ice for that; to stop the swelling.” With that I headed over to the fridge. There was no way I’d let him say it – no way in hell.