Action + voice ♫ Your Hand in Mine It's Sunday morning, one of Darcy's favorite times of day. Yes, there's the dreaded looming of MONDAY ahead of them, but it's not Monday yet. Darcy stirred from sleep, from a certain someone hopping up the bed and yipping at her to wake up. Darcy grunted softly, pushing at Vader's furry little face gently. "Shut up, mommy and daddy are sleeping," she groaned. But that little ball of fur doesn't give up. He crawls over her side, where she's curled up against Magnus. He stands on Magnus' chest, yipping again, pawing at Magnus' bare chest gently.
The pawing was enough to wake Magnus and he squinted from under the mess of curly blonde hair he really should trim. Reaching to nudge the dog off, he groaned as the kitten hopped up onto the bed alongside her canine companion. "I think we're being ambushed," he murmured to his wife. "We should feed the children." After kissing Darcy's forehead, he crawled out from under the animals and headed for the kitchen. Time for breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
Darcy whined softly, trying to burrow against Magnus some more. It was all for show, really. Erin the kitten butted her forehead against Darcy's shoulder before climbing up to perch on said shoulder. "We should ground the children and keep them from--" as Darcy spoke, Erin put her front paws on the side of Darcy's head. "--from climbing on their parents." Magnus climbed from the bed and Darcy sighed, picking the kitten up and setting her onto the mattress before sitting up. She scratched tiredly at her hair then slid from the bed. Darcy pulled on one of Magnus' shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, having just been in her panties. After a little bit of stretching, she started downstairs, Vader and Erin trailing after her.
In the kitchen, she kisses the back of Magnus' bare shoulder. "I'm gonna take the sith lord out, I'll be right back." Darcy kisses his shoulder again. "I love you."
With pots and pans already out, and eggs in the frying pan - he's a fan of fried eggs in the morning - Magnus started cooking for them both, with two bowls of food set out for their pets. He was happy, content, and sometimes he wondered how it was all possible.
Somehow, he'd found the woman of his dreams in an alien world, lost her by being pulled to another alien world, and found her again. She was perfect, no matter how much he knew she had her insecurities like anyone else did. She was perfect to him, and that was all that mattered.
Watching her, he caught her arm quickly to stop her leaving just yet. Pressing his lips to her, kissing her like his life depended on it, he rested his forehead against hers for the moment. "I love you too, Darcy."
Darcy giggled when he snagged her arm, pulling her closer. She slid her free arm around his waist as she kissed him back. Yes, neither of them had brushed their teeth yet, but that was love. Loving them unconditionally, kissing them with the both of you having morning breath, and listening to them sing off-key in the shower. And Darcy had every single bit of that. He broke the kiss and she started another little one. She closed her eyes, his forehead touching hers. After a moment, she pulled back and smiled up at him. "I'll be right back. Don't miss me too much, okay?" Darcy stepped back, patting on her leg, calling for Vader to follow. Vader didn't come and she chuckled, crossing over to where he was eating and snatched him up by his middle and carried him out the back door, setting him on the ground and watched as he wandered around the yard.
Magnus chuckled, honestly not caring about the morning breath. Really, when you lived with someone so closely as you did when you were married, you quickly learned to forget about things like that. Smiling so warmly it made his skin look flushed and healthy and it made his eyes sparkle a bit, he squeezed her hand.
"I'll miss you every second we're apart," he teased her, though something felt heavy in the words. Regardless, he turned back to keep cooking.
"Me too, but about you," Darcy tossed over shoulder with one last glance before she closed the door after her.
Vader played about in the backyard for a few minutes before finally getting down to business. When he was done, he trotted over to the door, pawing at it. "Oh, you want your breakfast huh? Oh, fine." Darcy opened the door back up, letting Vader in first, before stepping inside. Vader was off like a shot, hurrying over to his food dish to eat. Darcy watched the dog and his new sibling eat for a moment when she smelled something. "Babe, smells like the eggs are--" Darcy started, turning to look at the stove, but Magnus wasn't there.
The eggs were definitely burning and Darcy turned off the eat, taking the pan off the burner. "Mags?" She called, taking a step forward and she stepped on something that wasn't the floor. Looking down, it was the dishtowel he had slung over his shoulder as he was cooking. Darcy picked it up and called his name again. She searched the ground floor, wondering if he was in the bathroom. Opening it, she saw it was empty. Darcy made her way upstairs, foregoing the guest bedroom to go straight to theirs. There'd be no reason for him to enter the guest room. "Did you decide to quit cooking and go back to sleep?" Darcy asked as she opened the door, her tone attempting to be light and teasing, but there was an edge to it.
The bedroom was empty as well. Panic and fear welled up in Darcy's gut, churning her stomach and she rushed from the room, heading down the stairs and out the door. Rushing out the front, towel still in her hand, Darcy opened the door that led to the garage. The car was there. Darcy exited the garage, forgetting to close the door behind her as she looked up and down the street nervously. "Magnus! Maggy! Mags!" She jogged, barefoot, down the street one way, then after several seconds, she turned and went the other, shouting his name until she grew hoarse. Tears welled up in her eyes and Darcy went back to the house, heading inside.
She grabbed her phone off the charger in the living room, scrolling through the contacts list to the letter M. There was no 'Martinsson'.
Her grip tightened on the phone, accidentally hitting a send all on the audio. Darcy let out a cry of anguish and dropped to her knees, unable to hold herself up anymore. She threw her phone across the room and it skittered across the hardwood floor, stopping when it reached the shaggy rug beneath the couch. All that was heard until the phone timed out, was the muffled sound of Darcy sobbing into her hands.