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It´s a pretty normal thursday evening at Zeke´s and Mick´s, as normal as it can get when a nephew has been missing for half a year. Though today, Zeke and Mick just wanted to chill, and enjoy eachother´s company.
”How´s cooking?” Zeke turns his head to look at his wife, who hasn´t been blessed with cooking skills.
”Very hard, I am never cutting chicken again!” Mick sighs deeply, and looks at her husband with puppy eyes.
”A kiss might help?”
Zeke walks over to Mick, tucking her honey blonde hair behind her ear. Slowly he leans closer to Mick who lifts her hand gently around Zeke´s neck. Their lips softly touching, and then deepening the kiss is something that neither one of them will ever get tired of. Every kiss is so different, but there´s always a familiar feeling in them. The feeling of being at home.
”Quesadilla´s are not going to make themselves!”
Mick looks a bit dissapointed, when Zeke leaves the kiss so quickly. Zeke - being an empath - chuckles to Mick´s feeling : three years ago he would´ve never believed that someone would love him in a way his wife does.
”We have the whole evening. You know, to kiss?”
Mick turns back to cutting the chicken, hiding a big smile that her husband never fails to put on her face.
”I love you”
”Love you more, Stone”
For a moment, it´s just quiet. Both of them are focused on their own things, exchanging smiles to eachother at times.
”Fuck!” Mick suddenly hisses, holding her left hand.
”What? Is everything okay?” Zeke rushes few steps over to look what had happened.
Mick smiles through the pain : her husband is so caring.
”I fuckin cut my finger” she sighs deeply.
”Well, let´s take care of that, show me honey” he gently takes his wife´s left hand to his. Mick´s palm is in blood, and after softly opening her squeezed hand, he sees a cut in her index finger.
”This´ll need some bandaids, come on”
”Sorry Zeke, I am just slowing you down” she says, as she walks behind Zeke to their bathroom, that has a first aid kit.
”It´s not your fault, that you didn´t inheritate any kind of cooking skills” he laughs, looking back at her.
”Oh c´mon Zeke, I can make noodles!”
”Yes, but it´ll have a nice burnt crunch”
Mick rolls her eyes to her husband, even though he is very right : she can´t make even those package noodles. Zeke opens one of the bathrooms drawers, and pulls out a package of bandaids.
”What are these, Ezekiel James Landon?” Mick laughs, when she sees what her husband took out of the drawer.
”What, you don´t like puppies and cats, Michaela Beth Stone?”
”I can´t with you” she shrugs her head with a big smile on her face.
”A couple of years ago this was the other way around”
”What do you mean?”
”Don´t you remember our first kiss?”
”Of course I remember! And I actually wouldn´t mind if you´d kiss me now, I have a suuuuper huge cut on my finger…”
”Yes, it is absolutely horrificly big cut” Zeke claims, and leans to kiss his wife after taking care of her cut. After a while, their lips separate.
”Come, you can watch me cook”
Zeke offers his hand, and Mick gladly takes it. She laughs like a little kid when Zeke suddenly picks her up from the floor, giving her kisses all over her face. When they arrived to the kitchen, Mick tightens her hands around her husband.
”Ughh, please don´t go yet..” she mumbled smiling, but slowly letting go of him.
”Do you want to eat today? If so let me go make you food, we can continue this later” Zeke chuckled.
”Fine, but just one more” Mick reached to cup Zekes face in her hands, when Zeke was putting her down. Mick felt Zeke´s lips against hers, and it just felt so right. As always.
Mick´s admiring eyes followed her husband´s movement in the kitchen. Before she even realised, ten, maybe even fifteen minutes had passed by. Not that it was new - she usually lost sense of time when she was with her husband.
”Here, for my love” Zeke offered his wife a plate, that had his famous quezzadillas, that everyone at Stones family loved, and a bunch of symmetrically chopped vegetables, and one pepper that was cutted to the shape of a heart.
”You are such a hopeless romanticist!” She teased him with a happy smirk on her face. She loved when Zeke reminded her of his endless love for her.
”Says she” Zeke sat across their table, a plate in front of him too. He knew, that even though Mick liked to act tough, she loved these little things he made for her. Even if he wasn´t an empath, he had learned to read his wifes´s face so well that he didn´t need any kind of powers to know what she felt.
”Okay, you caught me! But, how are you actually so good at cooking?” She closed her eyes as she bit the quezzadilla.
The sun had started to set, but it was still very warm outside. After their dinner, Zeke and Mick had went to sat on their porch, wanting admiring the nature slowly waking up after a long winter. It kind of felt wrong to enjoy this spring, knowing that Grace would not see this, or any next spring. And not knowing where the hell Angelina had took Eden to.
”It feels wrong to enjoy this, knowing that Ben is so deep in his grieve” Zeke suddenly broke the silence between them, bringing Mick´s exact thoughts to voice.
”Exactly what I was thinking. I´ve never seen him this broken, you know I almost can´t remember HIM without Grace” Mick sighed, her thought going back to her deceased sister-in-law.
”I bet” clearing his throat, Zeke continued, wrapping his arms tighter around his wife, feeling the need to protect her from all the bad in the world.
”But Mick, please don´t drown yourself in your brothers feelings, okay? Cal and Olive need their aunt, and I need my wife”
Mick turns her face towards Zeke, and frowns her eyebrows.
”I should say the same to you, Zeke. I´ve seen you trying to take others pain away, but it does no good to you. I need my husband” she replies.
”Fine, I have been taking parts of his grieve” as Zeke saw his wife´s face get worried, he continued.
”And I am sorry, but he can´t bare all that pain himself. I promise, that I´ll try to stop, and just speak to him, ok? But, how about we take a little break off all of this? Let´s just.. forget the other world for a while” Zeke suggested as a form of an apology.
”Are you sure the kids will be fine? And how about Ben-”
”The kids can stay at Ben´s house, we will ask my mom and Drea to go check on them daily. I can stock up their meals, all they need to do is just warm the food at a microwave. Ben can maybe go to your dad´s, I think Steve would love to watch his son closely and take care of him for a few days. He´s been worried about Ben, you know? And we won´t leave far, just in case of an emergency”
”Well, in that case I have absolutely no problem with just leaving all this shitshow for a moment” Mick tried to smile at her husband, who looked at her gently.
”Where do you want to go? Hiking in New Jersey, should we rent a small cabin from Hudson Valley…”
”Mmmhh.. just being with you is everything I need, but a small cabin close to a lake in Hudson Valley does sound very good” Mick smiled : a little vacation at upstate with Zeke didn´t sound bad at all.
”That´s it, then” Zeke smiled, as he very gently took Mick´s head to his hands, carefully guiding her face closer to his. Mick smiled before leaning to kiss him. Zeke´s hands found back to their usual spot at Mick´s waist, his wife´s hands found their way wrapping around him. Mick leaned a little bit back, making just a few inches of space between their lips.
”I love you so much, Zeke” she whispered smiling, before leaning in to deepening the kiss.