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Just another night in paradise , Mobius thought sarcastically to himself. He had been here, like this for what? Going on five years now. This couldn’t be how life-- love, was supposed to feel.
He turned the stove off and began to strain his noodles, put them on a plate with a little salad from last night, added cheese, two meatballs and sauce, just the way he knew she liked it.
“Hey, knock knock,” he hummed as cheerfully as he could, trying not to let the exhaustion of the 9-5 show on his face. He knew she worked harder than he did and harder than he ever could.
Ravonna looked back at him. She also tried to smile. “Thank you, Mobius,” she told him.
“Hey, no problemo,” he said. He hugged her from behind, looking over her work.
“You know it’s confidential, right?” she asked.
“You know you misspelled ‘defendant’, right?” he countered.
She spun around in her chair, but he was already leaving. He had a new episode of CSI to catch. “I’ll start the coffee maker,” he told her. “You don’t even worry about it.”
Even when she was home she wasn’t… But that was life, right? That’s what married life was supposed to be like. He worked 9-5, came home, made dinner, and she… worked. Sunrise to sunset. She worked on cases, looking them over, researching, preparing them, meeting with clients… Mobius was pretty sure. He didn’t really know, admittedly. He had known her since she started law school… sure, there had been a pretty big gap between then and reconnecting with her, but… man… he felt like he should’ve known more about what she even did by now… He knew it was under the state district attorney. He knew the recession had brought in a few more cases at first, but had also led to layoffs and understaffing in the office somehow, plus she was vying for a position as a judge and she might just get it, too if she kept up this amount of work.
The door clicked.
“Hey, everything good?” he asked.
“Yeah… Just needed to stretch my legs,” Ravonna said. She leaned against the countertop as the coffee machine whirred.
Mobius muted the tv and turned around. He had a thought. CSI could wait. He had been waiting quite a while to ask but… it was time to play it cool; be nonchalant. It wasn’t like he’d have a nice day off with her any time soon to do this.
“Can I run something by you?”
She smiled like she hadn’t been working another 12 hour day. “Shoot. What’s up?”
“Well… I’ve been having this thought…”
Ravonna sat down on the couch. She knew this would be serious. She saw through this exterior. She was good at that. Probably why she was a lawyer and he just wrote down data from a spreadsheet for shareholders.
“I think maybe it’s time we finally adopt a Little.”
She stifled a fond laugh. “We’ve talked about this, I can’t be home enough to provide for even a dog. We can’t handle a Little-- and financially--”
Mobius tried not to clench his jaw. “I’ve really thought it out--”
“Mobius, I know for whatever reason you like Littles but we really--”
“We have the money, even with the recession, we have the extra room, I have the time now. I can take time off work for this even if you can’t.”
She sighed.
“My whole career is about analyzing decisions and I know this one is the right one for us.” He told her, it was almost pleading.
“And you’re sure?” She raised a pitiful eyebrow.
“I’m as sure as I’ve ever been.” And it was true. He was more sure about this than he was about his wedding vows.
She gave a sad sort of smile. “I’ve stopped you for this long…” she reasoned.
“I’m just gonna throw in our names, fill out an application and see where we land. We’re not tied to this yet,” he reminded her.
“I trust you,” she said.
By now the coffee was done, she just had to take it out of the machine. Time had run out. She was getting back to work.
“Keep me updated?” she asked as she left.
“Yeah. I will. I’ll have those reports on your desk A-Sap,” he joked, letting out a long sigh as her door clicked shut.