[ Having heard back from Kaz earlier in the day about dinner, she's blissfully unaware of his meeting with Tomassen.
Well, mostly. She knew they were having lunch, but hadn't really heard anything about it beyond that. Something niggled in the back of her mind, as if sensing an important event was coming down the line. With a half a day still to teach, she put it from her mind. Tomassen would tell her, if it were important.
So, she goes on with her classes. And when those finish up, she packs up, heads home, and grades a stack of papers. By the time she gets through the work she wanted to finish, it's encroaching on dinner. As well as when Tomassen usually steps through the door. She stretches and goes to reheat leftovers–hutspot and some bread that just goes straight in the oven.
While she's idly stirring the contents of the pot, she hears the front door open and close, the muffled sounds of Tomassen setting his things down. Which is very soon followed by the circle of his arms, snug around her waist. Sofia smiles at this and the kiss at the back of her neck, momentarily pausing her motion. ]
My son? What has he done now? [ After all, Kaz only typically gets lumped onto her lap in such a way when he's done something quite frustrating or aggravating to his father. As though to soothe the annoyance, she places a hand over one of his, thumb slowly drawn across his knuckles. She would kiss him but, he does have her quite stuck in place at the moment. It would be remiss to deprive him of holding her as he is. ]
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Date: 2024-09-02 02:08 am (UTC)Well, mostly. She knew they were having lunch, but hadn't really heard anything about it beyond that. Something niggled in the back of her mind, as if sensing an important event was coming down the line. With a half a day still to teach, she put it from her mind. Tomassen would tell her, if it were important.
So, she goes on with her classes. And when those finish up, she packs up, heads home, and grades a stack of papers. By the time she gets through the work she wanted to finish, it's encroaching on dinner. As well as when Tomassen usually steps through the door. She stretches and goes to reheat leftovers–hutspot and some bread that just goes straight in the oven.
While she's idly stirring the contents of the pot, she hears the front door open and close, the muffled sounds of Tomassen setting his things down. Which is very soon followed by the circle of his arms, snug around her waist. Sofia smiles at this and the kiss at the back of her neck, momentarily pausing her motion. ]
My son? What has he done now? [ After all, Kaz only typically gets lumped onto her lap in such a way when he's done something quite frustrating or aggravating to his father. As though to soothe the annoyance, she places a hand over one of his, thumb slowly drawn across his knuckles. She would kiss him but, he does have her quite stuck in place at the moment. It would be remiss to deprive him of holding her as he is. ]