(OOC: Morning after the last meeting between Dom and Franka)
Stefan closes the bedroom door quietly, knowing that if he wakes his wife before she absolutely has to be up, he'd pay dearly for it. She's a hell of a woman, and he loves her to death, but damn if she isn't the biggest grump in the morning.
He, however, likes the early morning silence. And if that means he has to wake up at 4:30 to enjoy it, well, such is life.
Padding through the family room though, he’s stopped short by a gust of cold air. Whoever had left the window open last night is gonna get it when they wake up. Forty-degree morning air isn't exactly the best way to be pulled back into full consciousness.
It isn't until he goes to close the window that he realizes he's not the only one in the room.
"Franka?" he calls softly, trying not to wake her if she'd just happened to fall asleep by the windowsill. The only thing worse than waking Beatrix is waking Franka. She'd be in a mood all day long, and Franka can be difficult to deal with when she isn't in a mood. "You awake?" A little softer, as he moves closer, and at this point he'd be willing to take bets on her being asleep.
And there's the reason he never gambled, because the moment he thinks it, she stirs. "Yeah, I'm up," she answers back, her voice small and raw against the gust blowing in.
"What’s going on?" he asks, immediately concerned. The tone of her voice, the dark line of her sagging shoulders. His heart races, imagining the worst. It's not the kids, he thinks quickly, he'd know if it were the kids. And Beatrix is fine, tucked away in their bed.
When he gets no response, he finishes his way across the room and kneels down in front of her. "Are you okay? Did anything...happen?" he asks quietly, not sure that he wants to know. He's never been down to Lord's, but he imagines all juice joints are the same. Dirty, violent and filled with drunks. And even though Franka talks big, she's still a woman, and anything could happen in a place like that.
Stefan watches as she sighs and tips her head back, blinking her eyes quickly. After a second, she looks at him, and he knows whatever comes out of her mouth is going to be a lie. "Really Stefan, I’m perfectly fine. Long night at work…But I think I’ll go to bed now." Her voice is only slightly strained, and if he hadn't grown up with her, Stefan might have no idea she’s full of it.
But she's lying, he knows she is, just like he knows she's been hiding something from them for at least a month. Franka, for some reason, thinks she can hide things from him, when he knows her better than anyone else. It's amusing sometimes, but more times than not it's aggravating as hell. But now is not the time to stop her, he’s well aware of that fact. He lets her go, lets her brush past him with a soft goodnight, leaving Stefan alone with the open window and his thoughts.