Chapter 92
Chapter 92
"nan, i'm a hundred years younger than you and i'm pretty sure i can knit better than that," adrian rolls
his eyes but hugs the loosely knitted sweater close to his chest, the fabric smelling both strangely and
comfortingly like his grandmother—a faint scent of roses and a specific brand of detergent that she
buys from the pits that were located deep somewhere in the northern part of england.
"okay you cheeky little thing, you don't have to abuse your nan like that," she pinches his left cheek and
adrian scrunches his nose in response, leaning in the opposite direction so his cheek is free of the
assault.
"mum! how many sugars in your tea?" noah yells from the kitchen, abel 's cheeks flushing just by the
sound of it, and he shifts his body closer to the edge of the dining table to hide more of himself. he had
been trying not to act suspicious and give away anything to noah's mum, but it was getting harder
every second noah pretended to enjoy their family gathering with abel present in the same room. he
knew him just being there was taking a toll on every breath that encased noah's lungs.
"one please! i'm trying to tone it down," kathryn muttered, and adrian just giggled in response, shifting
his chair more towards her so he could rest his head on her shoulder. the older woman just smiled
adoringly, lacing her fingers through his textured hair and pressing an affectionate kiss to his forehead.
"oh abel! i almost forgot, i made you your favourite cookies!" she broke the uncomfortable silence,
reaching into her bag and pulling out a medium sized tupperware container and placing it on the table,
her eyebrows furrowing when she noticed the uninterested expression on abel 's face. he looked as if
he didn't even acknowledge he was being talked to—his eyes focused on the silver salt shaker in the
middle of the dining table, his thumbs overlapping one another again and again, and his lips pursed.
"abel?" kathryn waved her hand in front of his face and then there it was, the lost expression startling
all at once and the most heartbreaking of smiles on his face as he looked at her, eyes dim and devoid
of colour.
"sorry i got—what were you saying?" his voice is anything but himself. there is no youth, no zeal in his
tone, it sounds just as broken as he looks—carrying the weight of lethargy from something unknown to
her.
"i," she paused for a moment before pushing the container of cookies across the table towards him. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
"made cookies for you, i know you love them," she smiled, soft crinkles forming next to her eyes and
faint dimples carving in her cheeks.
"thank you, mum—mrs. lester, you didn't have to," abel bites his tongue, and kathryn brushes it off with
a comforting smile.
"oh come on! look at you, as if you've never called me mum before," she leaned over and ruffled the
frizzy mess of curls. "i have equal custody over you and noah," she states in a clipped tone and abel
offers her half a smile.
not for long, he thinks but doesn't say it. there are a lot of things about which he is just thinking and not
saying. most of them involve noah.
"you are like a super mum," adrian giggled into the older woman's shoulder and kathryn looked over at
him with a confused smile. "i mean, you're everyone's mum," he stated as if it was a known fact, and
she agreed with a small shrug of her shoulders.
"what's all this talk about mothers that i'm missing out on?" noah's voice had contradicting effects on
the three people—adrian's head left his grandmother's shoulder to look at his father, kathryn simply
held an element of surprise on her face because of the sudden voice and abel, he proceeded to bite his
lip and hide the redness of his cheeks by running his palms over his face.
abel 's efforts of not meeting noah's gaze went downhill once noah cleared his throat, placing a cup of
tea in front of abel as well, abel 's cheeks flushing further at the gesture as he looked up at noah,
mumbling a small 'thank you' that went unnoticed by the older man.
"nothing, adrian here has concluded that i'm the ultimate epitome of motherhood," she said with an
accent thicker than her original one, accompanied by a playful wiggle of her eyebrows as noah shook
his head and giggled, his laugh seeming more genuine than abel 's.
"i just said you're a super mum, but sure, whatever floats your boat," adrian rolled his eyes, pushing the
hair covering his forehead under his beanie and smiling cheekily at the older woman.
"you are a very annoying child," kathryn mocked him empty heartedly, noah taking one of the chairs
next to her so he can sit down. "unfortunately for me, those are the kind of children i've always been
around," she nudged noah, and noah just laughed in response.
"hey!" he pouted, just for the dramatic effect and kathryn shrugged, grabbing the mug of tea and
blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
"you're not having tea?" kathryn raised her eyebrows suspiciously at noah, and he just scratched the
back of his neck.
"well, we only had enough for two cups, i had no idea we were running out because usually abe—i
mean," his cheeks flush with discomfort, and his eyes travelled involuntarily to abel who was still biting
his lip, trying to cower as much as possible as if to hide himself from the family of three, that was no
longer his.
"i mean yeah, we haven't been to, uh, grocery shopping recently," he finished and kathryn tried not to
pay much attention to the obvious tension between the couple.
after a few seconds abel just slid over his cup towards noah, still afraid to meet his eyes because he
was sure that he was on the brink of bursting into tears yet again.
"you can have it, i already had tea a while ago," he mustered up enough volume in his voice so that
people could actually hear what he was saying instead of just jumbled sentences.
"it's fine i don—" noah didn't want to argue, he didn't want to do anything with abel—atleast that's what
he told himself—but the misfortune of falling so impeccably in love with abel made him want to hear his
voice again just because it had been a couple hours.
"excuse me," with that abel left the table, the air too thick to breathe and his tears too many to hide,
and made his way towards the bathroom.