"Of course," Kate said to Jack. "What's up?"
Angus and Edward talked to the pack members. Some of the older women were missing being able to weave and sew. They needed yarns for weaving, thread for sewing, buttons, sewing needles, and the like. Angus made a list on the back of the newspaper photos. He showed the pictures to Dennis, and all the pack wanted to see them. Angus showed them to them, and they were delighted at how beautiful Anise and Ginger had become in the right hands. They talked about how well the girls had developed as fighters and as young women. And then, some of the younger women wanted some leisure books to read and puzzle books--crossword puzzles, that sort of thing. Angus promised to bring them.
Edward went with Angus to Diagon Alley, and Angus looked for the sideboard he was hoping for. It was Edward that actually spotted one that fit the bill. It was small, but it had a lot of drawers and compartments for cutlery, plates, linens and glassware. Edward bargained long and hard to get the price down, and when it was low enough, Angus bought it. The dealer arranged to deliver it that afternoon.
Then Edward and Angus went shopping for everything the women had asked for. On an impulse, Angus bought a dozen good swiss army knives, some fishing equipment, including some good tackle including a good fly-tying kit. Then, feeling that he had gotten what he'd come for, he and Edward headed home. Angus packaged up the goods that he had bought to take them up to the pack, but as he was sitting with the things, putting them into a couple of boxes, he was starting to realize he was knackered. He sat back and sighed, frustrated. He had things he had yet to do, and he hadn't done anything to take care of the people in his own house today.
Marcus set a fresh cup of coffee in front of Angus.
"Penny for your thoughts," Marcus said quietly.
"I'm tired," Angus said.
"Well, you have a right to be. You've been up and going nonstop since 4:30 this morning, and that's a lot for someone who is on their way back from major surgery. You have a right to be tired by now. What's all this stuff you bought?"
"Things for the pack. Things they asked me to get for them," Angus said. "I'm glad they felt like they could ask."
"They're warming up, then. That's a good sign they trust you. Its about time. You and the others have put a lot of work into helping them."
"I didn't do it for any particular reason, only that they needed help."
"I know."
"I need to take this to them. I need to pick up the girls and cook supper and...bloody take care of my own family," Angus said. Marcus saw then how stressed Angus was. For some reason, he was putting himself under a great deal of pressure to step up and take care of his family, to do whatever it was they needed--picking up the girls, taking care of the babies, cooking the meals, and all the rest of it. For some reason, he was feeling like he needed to do it.
"What's this really about?" Marcus asked.
"I have a job to do, and I need to get to it, that's all," Angus said.
"I'll get the girls," Marcus said. "Let's take help where we can get it. I'll order Sparks for us tonight, and I'll help you take that up to the pack in the morning. I can accept that you want to do all these things, but is there any reason you need to do them all tonight?..." There was a knock on the door right then. Marcus got up and went to the door.
"Angus, there's a bloke here with a table?"
"Oh. The sideboard I ordered. Ask them to bring it in, please, and I'll figure out later where to put it. Thanks." Angus said. Marcus motioned them to bring it in, and he had them set it out of the way, near the door to Edward's side. Marcus paid their delivery fee and sent them on their way.
"I'll go get the girls. You going to be alright?" Marcus asked.
"Of course," Angus said. "I'll put something simple together for supper." Marcus nodded and ported out to go to Tuscany. Angus headed into the kitchen and set out a pasta pot to boil some spaghetti noodles and then started making a bolognaise sauce.