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Molly breathed out as she met his eyes, nostrils flaring waiting for the next time he would open his mouth, certainly he wouldn’t just take this lying down. She was pissed off by every word that came out of his mouth, because he couldn’t seem to just say the ones she needed him to say. Yet, his silence seemed even more infuriating. The tone in his voice was volatile enough to make a normal person step back and yet all it did was needle at her. Stoking the fire reigniting it at the very core. Inside was waging a war as he spoke, trying decide if he was mad in the head or just a complete and utter ass. “Because I didn’t want you to tell me no.” She mimicked childishly, rolling her eyes as she let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a growl that said it all. (Or it would have if it were anyone but Molly.) “What are you a toddler? I am not your boss, Arthur. I am supposed to be your wife. Who you are supposed to talk to not for permission, but to prevent her waking up one day and finding blue prints for a device capable of massive destruction. with your grubby finger prints all over them. I don’t treat you like a child. Do not by any means try to turn this around on me. This is about your shitty judgement call to decide not to tell me about things. cut me out of something this huge. About the fact that I was trapped in St. Mungo’s for weeks and then at home recovering from a bomb that you’re the mastermind of and that I find out like this. Do you not see the problem here?” She demanded as hand slapped her thigh out of frustration.
She couldn’t recall a time when she had ever felt this, she hated to place blame on her unborn child, but she was certain that part of this was the hormones. She knew she had become such a mixed bag that no one knew what they were getting these days when the approached. This though, a part of her had broken when she realized what those plans were and who they were from. She had never felt fear like the moments when she’d been crushed at the pant shop and waking up at St. Mungo’s with Narcissa in the room. It was a kind of all consuming desperation that ate you up on the inside and surpassed words. She had been avoiding so much since that day, living in fear of what lurked in the shadows, approaching another shop and taking a risk with the baby again. Yet, her husband had been concealing knowledge of that day. Of the orgin, the people behind it. He knew it all and if this leak had never happened she suspected she could have lived her entire life not knowing. Somewhere between putting the papers on the counter and hearing Arthur call her name the betrayal and the broken had been eclipsed by the anger.
“You ate my ice cream?” Molly’s face scrunched in confusion as she listened to his list of lies, had she been so lost in her own thoughts that she missed something. Was he kidding her? This was nonsense. She didn’t care about any of this, or most of it, “What do you mean you don’t want to move? We talked about a yard and the extra.” She shook her head, because the house conversation would detract from this and she refused to be sidetracked right now. “That’s not what this is about. We can deal with that later. I don’t need you to tell me every detail of your every breath or send me a bathroom schedule, but just for a moment imagine our roles are reversed.”
Her back stiffened when he touched her side, it was exactly the kind of touch that soothed her hurt and caused her to curl into it. A reminder of how well they fit, how well they worked. She loved him and the touch soothed her, but she wasn’t there yet. “I am aware that you made a mistake, Arthur. I’m so glad you are too. The question is. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. To. Fix. It?” She poked his chest with each word before she glided away from him. She felt a bit caged by the walls of the apartment, not that she had any desire to be anywhere else, but she felt like climbing the walls she was lost and pissed off and just in general a mess.
Her fingers drumming against the wall as she listened to him whipping around to stare him down. Wasn’t he listening to everything she had said? She wasn’t sure how this is a question at all. She snapped again her voice back to a level that was likely to wake any neighbors. “What do I want? I want the truth, Art. I want to know what is going on. I want to be kept inside the damned loop. All the way inside. No more patting me on the head and placating me with lies that come back to bite you in the ass. I cannot live in a world where Isit around wondering what part of the daily news my husband is behind.” She nodded at her own brilliance. “The economy in the states. The energy crisis. The earthquake in Bali. I get it, the Order is important and they’re trying to make a difference, but I refuse to have my marriage controlled by it.” She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she stared him down for a minute, she shouldn’t say anything more she should leave it at that. She really should, but he needed to understand how serious she was right now. “If you don’t keep me in the loop about the real workings of the Order and the plans you’re involved in. I will find someone that will keep me in the loop. And don’t for a second think I’m not capable of it. Don’t make me go around you for the truth Arthur. It won’t be pretty.”














