tags; elizabeth otsman
- he rubbed his hands together as he paced the entrance hall of the manor, dark brown eyes glancing at the door every once and awhile. his thoughts bounced back and forth in his head like bullets, each one getting more and more vicious. will they actually come? it had been years since any of them had spoken more than a few words to one another, let alone spent a weekend together. or will they actually remember my name? it caused a bit of pain to flash in his chest at the thought of being forgotten by those he once regarded as brothers, no matter how improbable. with a deep sigh, he sat rather heavily on the second step of the grand staircase, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. he was still for a moment, before a slim arm wrapped around his waist and a small body pressed against his left side.
"they will come." the voice of his wife, elizabeth murmured softly. her voice was like a soft sweet tune in his ear, quieting the restless thoughts in his head with a blanket of calm. she rested her red head on his shoulder, and he lifted his head and put an arm around her figure. "i know, dear, i just... it's been years for some of these guys. will they look at me the same? will it go the way i hope or will it all go to hell by the time the weekend is over?" he shook his head in despair, but she simply planted a soft kiss on his stubbly cheek. "that's where you sit back and watch it all play out, love. come now, quit worrying, you'll only taint the mood when our guests get here." she stood, holding out a hand and fluttering her fingers slightly. he took it, allowing her to bring him into a standing position and idly mess with his jacket. "now, you go change into something more casual. dress clothes, honestly? get into something you can get down and dirty in." when he simply stared at her, she winked and turned him towards the upstairs. "and don't come back down unless you're wearing jeans!" with that, she shooed him up, giggling a little as he broke into a funny stride.
i love that woman to death. he thought as he made his way upstairs, his tall legs easily closing the distance between the head of the stairs and their bedroom. he let out a breath as he entered and quietly shut the door behind him, clearing his throat as he took off his jacket and headed over to the closet. will any of them bring wives? kids? at the thought he stopped, letting out a sigh. kids. he had been unable to promise elizabeth kids, and while she still yearned for a family to call her own, her patience was unyielding for him and his career. one day our kids will run these halls. the thought of small red headed girls, just like his wife, running through his legs made him smile. at a quiet noise from downstairs, presumably the aforementioned cooking, he was once more reminded of his plans for the night and continued changing.






