•Beg for her job•

By the time, Natasha hauled Alex and Alexa up the staircase to change and prepare for dinner, Malcolm had gone into his office, angry but somehow, amused. As she cleaned them up, Natasha wondered how long she had slept to the extent that the twins somehow snuck out and she had no idea until Malcom returned in the evening!

As she led them down the stairs to the table, Natasha wondered if Malcolm would ask her to leave. She hoped and silently prayed that he wouldn’t. She made a mental note to go to him and beg to keep her job, damn her pride.

As Alex and Alexa sat on the chairs in the dining room, they looked around expectantly. “Where is daddy?” Alex asked, a small frown on his face.

Natasha shrugged. “In his office, I think. Why?”

“Is he going to eat?” Alexa asked quietly.

Natasha paused, her hands freezing mid-air as she tried to pick up the spoons to place in their plates. “I think so,” she said, carefully. “He might eat in his office.”

“Is he angry at us?” Alex asked, still frownin