Kendall watched as his children began to eat with bleary eyes, having not woken up quite yet. There seemed to be everything this morning- probably in a desperate attempt to please his fickle wife the first time, something everyone was beginning to doubt was possible. There were omelets, sausages, bacon, french toast, waffles, pancakes, muffins, and more. Then there was orange juice, pumpkin juice, coffee, iced tea, hot chocolate, milk, anything and everything to suit the whims of Athena and Ophelia.
He sat there, drinking his coffee as he waited, never wanting to make Athena think he had forgotten about her or anything of the sort. He glanced up to see Lia giggling, covering her mouth with a chubby hand as she stared past him. He scrunched his eyebrows and glanced over at Augustus. Augustus was focused on his food, but he looked up and his eyes widened. "Papa-"
Ophelia stood on her chair and threw a muffin at him. "Shut up, Gussy!" she squealed. Kendall stood slightly, saying, "Lia! Stop it! Apologize!" She pouted and said, "Sorry, Augustus." She turned back, plopping down and giggling at her father, who sat down. "What, Lia?" he snapped. She giggled and pointed. "Look behind you!"
He turned and immediately received a dishtowel to the face. He spluttered in indignation and stood, pushing his chair out of the way. "BREW!" he boomed. "What is the meaning-" "Master made Mistress cry!" Brew squealed back, already twisting the dishtowel to hit him again. "Now Brew feels bad for Master making Mistress cry."
Kendall grabbed Brew by the back of her ragged shirt, and she kicked like mad as he held her above his head, bleating like mad. "Brew, where is Athena!" he demanded. Brew crossed her knobby arms and said, "Hmph. Master does not even know where Mistress is! Mistress is out on the patio! Not that Master would help, as he never does-"
Kendall dropped Brew, who deftly landed on her feet- as she was used to doing. "Watch Lia and Augustus. Augustus is in charge, you listen to him, Brew." He turned and walked out, still appalled by the rudeness of the house elves. Athena was behind it, of course, but why should a man be disrespected by his own servants. She would have an earful once he found her-
When he did, however, his anger trickled away. She was crying outside and he knew he could not yell at her. "Darling," he said, walking over to her and kneeling next to her, one hand alighting to her beautiful, round stomach, and the other to her hair. "What's wrong?"