she's the beauty

Catherine sighed softly and waited for Hudson to return. Only then could she breathe relieved. This whole was worried her. Not because of what might happen to her, but rather to this beautiful angel in her arms. She would die and kill if necessary, in order to protect her. Was she being a little too exaggeratedly protective? Probably. Smiling, Catherine too spoke to her daughter. The first way to keep her safe from any danger, was to ensure a happy environment. Babies were affected a lot by their parents’ -- mother’s especially -- feelings. “Scarlet, where is daddy? Is this -- is this your daddy? Come on, greet him properly. Say hi daddy, I’ve missed you.”

“It’s fine. I’ll go check it out if it really worries you that much.”

“No---you’re probably right, it’s nothing and I’m just being silly. How was your day?”

“It’s probably just our neighbor getting in late.”

“Here -- hold Scarlet. I’ll go and check it out.”

        ❝ Oh She Wolf, seriously? You know kids hate me. Scarlet is going to cry and Hudson boy is going to blame me. ❞

“Stop being such a drama queen and help me out. Or you’ll be the one who cries.”

         ❝ That’s so inappropriate. ❞

“Oh shut up already. Do me a favor and hold your niece why I try to clean this stain.”

         ❝What?❞

“Sorry, can’t say I do.”

Cradling the baby’s head she continued to walk around, hoping the movement would prove useful, quietly humming nonsense quietly, trying to lull her into slumber. She watched Catherine rush over to get water and didn’t realize it had been all that spicy. Then again, Kyle had always tended to eat her food a little spicier than most. Over the years, Catherine had been her guinea pig for so many recipes she couldn’t even count them anymore. “I did say it was chutney. But this wasn’t supposed to be too spicy. Maybe the peppers were hotter than usual.” She whispered before going back to putting Scarlet to sleep.

Her tongue still stung, but she figured she could let go of this one. She was a little too old to fight over a chutney, besides she was already too used with tasting Kyle’s food and more than once she had to eat spicy food. Her tongue should have been used to it by now, but obviously that wasn’t the case. Besides, Hudson also didn’t liked spicy food, he was more of a salty guy, so whatever she cooked, it was to fit both their tastes. Catherine looked back to her daughter and her friends. She knew very well how Kyle felt about children, but whatever the woman would say, she was actually fairly good with children. Ten times better than she had been at first. There were no lessons taught on how to become how a parent and a good one at that and Catherine was still learning herself. She walked over them and gently arranged the small blanket around Scarlet. Her beautiful, perfect angel. She couldn’t love her any more, yet she found herself loving her daughter more and more everyday.

“And you know I would do whatever I could to help you, but babies are so far out of my element that you’d need to take a space shuttle and travel a billion light years just to get me anywhere near the realm of motherhood.” Kyle for a moment thought about the one time she had almost become a mother, too many years ago, and looking back on it now, how absolutely unprepared she was then and frankly now too. But she absolutely adored Scarlet and so she held her arms out. “But I’ll try. Want to come to Aunt Kyle?” She said speaking to the fussy and clearly tired child. “Here let me take her and you go try that chutney.” She began bouncing the little girl up and down, shushing and trying to calm her down.

Catherine handed the baby over to Kyle, while she went and tried the condiment. It was spicy. Really, very spicy. Over the years, she had gotten better at cooking - she was an expert now compared to the first time she was married, but she wasn’t anywhere near Kyle’s level. The woman was a chef for heaven’s sake, but the werewolf wished she would have been told it was spicy. She couldn’t stand food that sting, or rather, she had never been able to eat spicy food. She was simply the kind of person who went with non-spicy meals. Rushing over the sink, she poured herself quickly some water, almost drinking from the tap. “Next time, a warning please?”

“Holy shit —-”

“I do not appreciate the sarcasm Alaric. Nor do I find this situation so funny, to be quite honest.”

“Okay please taste this and tell me what the first flavor you get is. Scouts honor, it won’t kill you.”

“I’d love to but my hands are a little busy at the moment. Help me get this little demon to sleep and I’ll taste all the food in the world for you.”