The start of a new week at the Rayne House began with an uneasy tension hanging over the house. The arrival of a new baby should have been a joyous occasion, yet Crimson and Hank seemed to have little to smile about.
The morning after Kristopher's birth, Hank slipped out the door for work silently. Crimson had not stirred when his alarm went off, and he had not woken her. He had dressed silently, and had slipped out of the bedroom door like a thief in the night. He rather was, stealing Crimsons heart as he had. He checked on his infant son and walked out the door without so much as a look backwards.
Heather woke to the soft click of the door closing and scampered out of bed. She knew she had to go to school in an hour, but didn't feel like eating. So she went over to her dollhouse, which she had never really paid attention to before, and played with her dolls until the she heard the bus outside her door. She quickly changed and ran off to school.
Crimson slept late into the day. She awoke at last to little Kristopher crying in the next room. She rushed to change his diaper. With his immediate need taken care of she walked back towards her own room. She ran the brush quickly through her hair, and slipped into her favorite dress. The dark blue denim was well worn, and it embraced her skin like an old friend. It took her back to an easier time, when she was single and true worry had not overcome her. Crimson's thoughts turned back towards the night just past.
Crimson had not slept well. She had horrid dreams that were all to vivid. Visions of Hank, changing before her very eyes. Turning from the wonderful loving Sim she knew him to be into some horrible man she could hardly recognize. The man in her dreams had sounded like Hank, but had spoken horrible, hate filled words at Crimson. It had ended as that man, that thing, walked out the front door and out of Crimsons life. The slamming of the dream door had awoken her with a sharp gasp and she had sat straight up in the bed they shared. She had blearily realized she was crying, and then had heard Kristopher doing the same from the next room. In that moment the dream had seemed all too real. Even now as Crimson put on the last of her makeup it felt real. Less of a dream and more of a premonition of things still to come. She tried to shake the heavy feeling weighing down her heart, and went to pick up Kristopher.
As she stood with her back to the door giving Kristopher his bottle, she heard Hank pass in the hall. She didn't call to him as he went to go change, and Hank felt a cold chill go down his spine. On a normal day Crimson met him at the door while a smile and a kiss, today she and not even bothered to turn her head to look at him. He didn't think she knew where he had been the night before. When he arrived at the hospital she had been glad to see him and greeted him with her normal kiss, even in the throws of labour. He wasn't sure what had changed overnight, but vowed silently that she would know nothing of last night. He knew the truth would destroy his family. Crimson had nearly collapsed under the grief of thinking he had strayed (or so Hank thought) and Hank couldn't bear to think what confirmation of his deceit would do to her. He changed into his sweatpants and walked into the small nursery just as Crimson was putting the baby back into his crib.
Crimson was aware of Hanks presence, but wasn't prepared for how close he was to her. As she straightened up over the crib, he ran a gentle hand down the small of her back. She felt the familiar shiver shoot through her body, and for a fleeting moment she was able to pretend all was normal again. She turned to face Hank, and her blood warmed at the sight of him. No matter what nagging doubts she may have had, she could not deny how Hank made her feel. It didn't matter how many times they made love, or what happened between them, the mere sight of him drove her mad with desire. He set her on fire with the boyish grin on his face, and she could not resist when he swept her into his arms. The taste and warmth of his mouth further chased away her terrible nightmare. When they separated, Crimson could hardly remember what she had been so upset about.
It was time for Kristopher to become a toddler. Crimson scooped her precious son into her arm and carried him downstairs to the living room, and waited for the miracle of again up to happen.
"Mommy!" She burst threw the door mere moments after Kristopher had aged. "Look what I can do! Look what I can do!" She pulled on her tutu and tights and showed her mother her very best moves..
"That's really great Heather. Very good job! I bet your the star of the class! And speaking of classes, I hear your math grade has dropped. Have you been doing your homework?"
"Yes mom" Heather said softly, staring at her feet. "It's just really hard. I don't understand half of it!"
"Well than you should have asked for help my dear. C'mon. Pull out your books and lets see if we can figure it out together. Let's do it while your brother is occupied with him. Then you can be mommys big helper and keep him busy while mom makes dinner, how's that sound?" Heather looked up at her mother and her trademark wide smile crossed her face.
Seeing as she had done all she could with her little brother, Heather ran off to the costume chest again. This time? Astronaut Heather.
"Ground Control to Major Heather. Please land your spacecraft and join your mother for dinner"
After everything was cleared from the table, Crimson decided to work on teaching Kristopher to walk. She was very aware of the conversation taking place behind her.
"Dad, how did you know you were in love with mom?"
Hank was taken aback from the question coming from his daughter. A question well beyond her years. He glanced at his wife over his shoulder, than back at his daughter. Looking into her eyes, so similar to her mothers and answered her, choosing his words carefully.
"The minute I knew your mother was bringing you into this world, I couldn't imagine living without her." Heather seemed satisfied with his answer. Nobody noticed the pain on Crimson's face. That was not the answer she was hoping for