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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 1:11:24 GMT -6
It was a rarity that Isolde got home before Ezra some days. While he seemed to have a more demanding job, at least he got to somewhat pick his hours. He only had to be on campus when he had class, office hours, or meetings. Isolde, on the other hand, had set hours every day for when she was supposed to work and most of the time, Ezra was home before she was.
However today she had the fortune (or misfortune, actually) of being stuck home with a nasty head cold. She called in and requested a sick day, which she was granted, took some medicine and crawled back in to bed. Ezra was long gone by the time she had gotten up...she'd just let him know later that she wasn't feeling very well.
That never happened, as she slept solidly for hours until Claudia escaped the nanny and jumped into her bed. Thankfully the medicine had taken most of the edge off, and now she was just left with a sniffly nose and a slightly scratchy throat. Nothing some orange juice couldn't take care of.
Just as she was dragged out of bed by her daughter, Isolde heard the door unlock. Like a cannon, Claudia was gone, her little feet pattering across the floor to get to the apartment's front door to greet Daddy, squeaking his name in her little voice. A small smile curved on Isolde's lips and she peeked in a mirror quickly, tying her hair back in a loose excuse for a bun before greeting her husband.
"Hi," she said, voice a bit croaky. "I was going to call you and tell you I was staying home today but I was sleeping until about ten minutes ago until this one woke me up." Upon being mentioned, Claudia was scooped into Isolde's arms and nuzzled, but since the little girl was reaching for Daddy, she chuckled (and coughed a bit into her shoulder) as she handed Claudia over.
"How was your day?"
@dee3
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2013 13:10:17 GMT -6
It seemed like most people hated commuting from home to work, but Ezra actually loved it. Driving a car was a novelty that Ezra never tired of, and he always put the radio way up high to listen to music and drum his fingers against the steering wheel. With a toddler at home, he rarely was able to blast his music to the degree he wished he could. Once he was through the front door, he had a routine: get Claudia a snack, plop her in front of the tv for some cartoons, and grade his papers from the couch as he supervised. Isolde would come home a little while later and they'd all start dinner.
Before he got married, he heard a lot of people discussing married life. They told him it was the same day in and day out, that marriage meant one thing - routine. Ezra was unsure of these claims, but now as a married man he could agree that this was true... Though when other people said it, they always acted as if it was a bad thing. For Ezra, it was comforting.
He pulled the car into the same parking spot he always did, nearly bumper to bumper with his neighbor's car from the close proximity of New York living. The loud music flipped off as he took the key out of the ignition, but he kept on whistling the tune, letting the song play on in his head.
He climbed the steps, opened the front door, and expected the same routine.
However, Isolde was there to greet her, and Ezra couldn't help but notice she looked a bit dull. With a practiced motion he opened his arms and took Claudia, his face never faltering from a worried, shocked exression. Even when Claudia took her tiny hand and bopped him (a bit hard) on the nose, he didn't bat an eyelash.
"You're sick?" he asked, overly worried in typical Ezra fashion. You could have a cold and suddenly, to him, you're on your death bed. "My day was fine," Ezra responded, barelling through the question, "do you need soup? You should lay down, I'll get a blanket from the closet. The red flully one." Before he even waited for a response, Ezra took off, hurrying in the direction of their storage closet, all while Claudia clumsily climbed up his side to sit on his shoulders.
"Daddy," she squeaked, fisting her fingers into his blonde hair, "today I saw a dinosaur."
"Go lay down!" Ezra called from the other room, his voice accompanied by sound of the closet door opening then him rummaging through the contents.
@isolde
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 13:08:37 GMT -6
Typical Ezra. He had a tendency to overreact about these sorts of things, even though Isolde was basically fine. Sure, her head was a bit congested and her throat was still a little sore, but she was going to be alright. Though it probably would be best if she didn't spend too much time handling Claudia...she didn't want the little girl to get sick. Colds were much harder on young children.
Before she could say anything else he whisked away with Claudia, who was climbing all over him, saying something about getting the fluffy red blanket from the closet. A half-cough, half-chuckle escaped her and she heeded his instruction, going to relax on the living room couch. While she could lie down in bed, she still was wakeful and wanted to be with her family now that they were all together for a few hours.
Clearing her throat a bit, she tried to raise her voice enough for him to hear her from the closet, but it just ended up with her coughing again. She waited until he was entering the living room, and after getting a few coughs out of her system, she lowered her arm and looked up at him.
"I think there might be some soup left over in the fridge from last night," she said, remembering that they had just had some the night before. "Thank you..."
Isolde didn't know how she got blessed with someone like Ezra, who immediately turned into mother-hen mode when someone was sick. She herself was a bit distant, she knew that, but around her family it was different. She could drop any pretenses and be as warm as she could, though sometimes it still came off as rather lukewarm.
@dee3
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