Family Dinner Who: Linda/Quentin/Noah (and baby Charlie) What: dinner Where: Linda's When: Tues. evening Warnings: should be low, but will update as necessary Status: closed/in progress
To say Linda felt nervous seemed like the understatement of the century. She reminded herself that this dinner could not possibly be worse than dinner with Lucifer, Amenadiel, Michael, and God. She hoped, as she held no fond memories. She couldn't escape because as Charlie's mom she was now family in God's eyes.
She put Charlie in his bouncy chair, having just fed, burped, and changed him. Maybe she should start thinking of weaning him off breast milk, but not a concern for tonight. Linda refocused her attention on her teenaged son. "You know this doesn't change how I feel about you and Charlie, right?" Yes, she probably didn't need to reassure Quentin. But she still wanted to reassure him. She double checked and everything seemed ready. Garlic bread? Ready for the oven. Lasagna? In the oven. Caesar salad? In the refrigerator.