Natalia smiled to hear her husband on the phone. They were not far from 20 years together, and getting a call from him or holding his hand still made her heart skip a beat.<br/><br/>"That would be wonderful sweetheart, thank you," she said gratefully. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, a box of pasta in one hand, and various boxes "quick meal" mixes around her on the counter. She had just been trying to figure out what to make for dinner since she was too tired to cook a full meal. She started to put the boxes away, calling to her daughter as she did so.<br/><br/>"Kira! Honey how do you feel about pizza and a movie at home tonight?" Natalia's thoughts turned to her daughter, just recently 16. She was something to see, small with the tight body Natalia had had at that age--and liked to think she wasn't too far from, even now. She could see how the girl had caught even her loving father's eye. But Natalia knew Will and whatever he might think about, he wouldn't try anything unless Kira was willing.<br/><br/>Natalia wondered if she would be...a mischievous smile spread across her face.