Through the Screen

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.

"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

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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.