Genna sighed, "I know what you mean. Been out of it, yet never truly am. I am thankful to have abilities to fight off these creatures but sometimes it would be nice to just....live."
She got up from the table and walked over to the window above the kitchen sink. The palm of her hands rest along the front of the counter, fingers curling around the cool stainless steel. "Do you have work to do?" she mused looking out into the backyard, staring blankly at the soccer ball left out there by their energetic daughter.
She lingered a moment longer before turning around to face him, palms still on the edge of the counter, lightly putting her weight against it. "I can help you if you need it," she gave a half grin. The ex-huntress was tired of being in this lull of insecurity or depression. She needed to focus on the now, envelope herself in the joys of her family like any mother would.
Her eyes looked around their home. She looked to the pictures of their daughter as an infant, in the arms of Lucio and his mother, presumably one or the other taking the picture. A soft smile came to her lips as she focused on the infants' eyes. "She's beautiful," she whispered, mostly to herself.
Jeremy shook his head, "n-no..." he stuttered slightly with some hesitation. "Just thinking about the literature book we have to read," he covered, his gaze almost forcibly looking at Natalie. "I think they are a tactic in stories to keep kids in line and people then go on believing it causing their insecurities to unveil themselves in some imagery or understanding of an abnormality...." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his head with a grin. He took another bite of the stolen sandwich and mumbled, "my birthday is coming up..." There was a slight groan in the mutter if not heard could be seen in the teens' eye roll.
A slow blink was given as she exhaled slowly pulling away from the kiss. "What was that for?" she asked, though he had answered the question before asked. Mia paused as Danny grabbed her free hand. She looked down at their hands, questioning what was going through his mind. Her gaze returned slowly back up to him, the rim of her irises a fiery red melting to the blackness of her pupil.