LA VIE EN ROSE
Fandom: German National team
Warning: RPS, het
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Summary: Another family scene, Loew household.
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
La Vie en Rose
The kitchen sink is filled with dishes. They’re drinking their coffee right here, at the kitchen table, not bothering to move to the dinner table. She is eating her cake with a cherry cream. He is leaning back on his stool, using the door of a fringe as a headrest. She is laughing at another silly commercial shown on TV, and he is smiling looking at her.
The splash of lights in the darkness outside, cheers and laughter from the street – more fireworks, last bits of winter holydays are still there, though the working routine has already started again. She’s just came home from work, and he’s made a dinner for her. She’s kissed him and praised his cooking skills. He’s entertained her with funny stories. Now they’re drinking coffee, sitting at the table in front of each other, but the kitchen is so small and the table is small too so they have to be careful to avoid hitting each other with their elbows. He’s almost spilled his drink on her cake. She’s reached out for a pan to hit him. He ducked and this time really spilled the coffee all over the table, and they’ve spent some minutes cleaning up, giggling all the time.
Another shot, another cheer, another flash of lights. On a screen another well-groomed lady is talking passionately about new methods in medicine that will help everyone become… Daniela is fighting with cherries oh her plate. He reaches out to remove a crumb from her skirt. She embraces him suddenly. He has to lower his head to kiss her.
“You’re dying your hair black again”, she says, smirking. He shrugs. She takes another cherry.
“A bit of silver at the temples will look good on you”.
“Probably”, he smiles. “But I don’t want to look…” He trails off, the blast of firework just above their window not allowing him to complete the sentence. She doesn’t insist for him to continue. If he feels relieved, he doesn’t show it.
“Do we expect any more guests this week?”
“Hansi and his wife”
She points at the screen and starts laughing again. He joins her, even though he’s missed what was so funny about the scene.
“And other colleagues of yours?”
“Bierhoff is somewhere in Italy, Andy is too… somewhere. So expect Hansi tomorrow here”.
“And Peter and Markus too?”
“Only Peter. Markus has bowed off of this meeting”
She smiles. He smiles too.
“You know what? I think that your brother…” She smiles and leaves the phrase hanging. He’s looking at her expectantly. She’s pouring herself a cup of coffee, keeping her face straight.
“So?” He’s the first to break.
“So?” She’s repeating innocently.
“What about my brother?”
“I’ll tell you later”, she smiles. He smiles back. She fills his cup with a hot brown liquid.