Who: Noah, Kate and Anita Bennet. What: Being sickeningly domestic, most likely. When: Early Sunday morning. Where: Their apartment. Rating: TBD. Status: Incomplete.
Noah was learning to turn off that part of himself that was the company man, to settle in to being an honest-to-god (Or was that honest-to-Chuck? What? He paid attention to things) family man. He had taken up a job at the university, where he would be teaching college students about Shakespeare, and he didn't even miss the danger or the craziness of his old life. He wasn't a normal guy by a long shot, spending his share of time at the shooting range and occasionally pulling heists with Parker, but it was as close as he would ever get. He didn't think he could ever live a single life, that just wasn't him, and he was pretty sure Kate knew that, but they were getting by. They were happy together and they had Anita.
It was his first time being a father to a child of his own. That didn't mean he loved Claire or Lyle any less, but there was something different about this. Plus he could see Kate in Anita's face every time she smiled, and it did strange things to his heart. He knew that he would do anything for his wife and daughter, even become a mostly-normal guy. Of course, that didn't mean he was thrilled when said daughter ran into their room at half-past five in the morning and took a running leap onto the bed. He gave a tired grumble and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp and leaning over to kiss Kate on the cheek. "We have a visitor, sweetheart."
"I made breakfast!" Anita declared proudly and Noah stared at her for a long moment, trying not to imagine the mess that was probably in the kitchen right now.
"Did you?" he asked with a smile. "Well, that's very thoughtful of you." He placed as smacking kiss on her cheek and then smiled over at Kate. "Ani made breakfast."