“Maybe it’s because I rejected the office for so long, but I’m getting used to it now. I miss the field a lot, but having a more regular schedule and spending more time at home has been a nice change of pace.” He didn’t say it, because talking about it upset Lia, but he needed a less stressful job after he’d nearly died three years ago, and he couldn’t risk another heart attack. He hadn’t cut down on smoking or drinking or started eating better, but he’d cut down on a lot the stress in his life and that had to mean something. He smiled as she and Lia hugged, “We’re alright, she’s totally back to normal and I’m still a little scratchy, but it’s miles better than I was, you should have heard me last week, right Lia?” The little girl giggled and helped him finish setting the table.
“We’re all set, you brought the food, so we can set up, it’s a good trade off, that and I promised Lia we wouldn’t talk shop all night. Can I get you something to drink?” He handed Lia a soda, since it was a special occasion, and grabbed a beer for himself, “We’ve got pretty much anything you can think of.”
“I bet. It is rather relaxing, though. There’s a little more freedom about it, I suppose.” Vic smiled, thinking about how much she appreciated her job. From the very beginning, she knew being a journalist was her dream, and she was very proud of how far she’d come. She was aware of the difficulties Aaron had experienced over the years, and she felt for the man, unable to understand what he was going through, but she would always be there for him. No matter what. “That’s good! I’m happy you’re both on the mend. It’s no fun being sick.” The woman quipped, looking over at Lia with a big smile tugging at her lips.
Taking a seat in her usual spot, she shook her head at the offer of a drink, doing her best to refrain from spilling the beans. “Just some water, please. I’m trying to hold off from alcohol for a while.” With a light shrug, she waited for everyone else to get settled, making small talk with Lia about how school was. Vic simply adored the child, and couldn’t wait to be a mother... the maternal instincts were already starting to set in. “And what about you, Aaron? What have you been working on this week?”