Chapter 28 Cooking
After watching this far, I paused the video. I lit a cigarette and slowly calmed myself down. Nathan and Katniss didn't really have a relationship, at most it was just physical. Understanding the truth of the matter, I was somewhat disappointed but also felt a sense of relief, and at the same time moved by Katniss being able to hold the last line of defense for me in the end. Regardless, last night Katniss and Nathan made a huge breakthrough, both knowing each other's desires. My plan unintentionally took a big step forward, moving in a positive direction.
Being able to satisfy Katniss's sexual desires for me, preventing her from straying outside; and being able to satisfy Nathan's sexual desires, allowing him to find happiness in his later years after losing his lover. Like Katniss said, as long as they keep it from me and I don't know, everything they do is still beneficial to this family, at least the pros outweigh the cons. I didn't feel any dissatisfaction with Katniss and Nathan wanting to hide things from me, perhaps Katniss's concealment from me is also a "white lie"?
After smoking, I continued watching the video. After Katniss showered in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, she stared at the bedsheet filled with semen. After a while, Katniss found a new bedsheet in the closet and slowly replaced the one stained with their love fluids. Katniss's movements were slow, her fingers trembling slightly. During the process of changing the sheet, I noticed some tears falling from Katniss's face covered by her hair. After the climax, a clear mind made Katniss realize that she was still controlled by desire, having done something wrong to me, although she managed to preserve her chastity in the end. But the guilt and self-blame in her heart made her cry silently.
Katniss's tears kept dripping onto the old sheet. Normally, it would only take a few minutes to change the sheet, but Katniss took more than ten minutes. After changing the sheet, Katniss sat on the edge of the bed with tissues, starting to cry, tears seemingly unstoppable. As she cried, Katniss's shoulders trembled slightly. Watching Katniss's sadness in the video, my heart also felt sad. Was what I did right or wrong? I touched the screen with my hand, wanting to wipe away Katniss's tears, but it was all in vain.
After crying for a while, Katniss, with her eyes red from crying, looked at the wedding photo of us at the head of the bed. Slowly standing up, one hand covering her mouth with tissues, the other hand lovingly caressing the image of me in the wedding photo, her eyes filled with guilt, self-blame, deep affection, and love. Seeing this, I started to worry if Katniss couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart and couldn't move on. If something unfortunate happened to Katniss, I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Katniss continued to cry while touching my photo, but the me in the photo couldn't wipe away her tears. Perhaps tired from crying, Katniss slowly lay down on the new sheet, turning to the side, touching the other half of the bed where I slept at home. Quietly caressing the place where I used to lie, her tear-stained face carried a happy smile, showing how much she must miss me at that moment. In her deep love and longing for me, Katniss slowly fell asleep, tears still on her face. Even in her sleep, she faintly sobbed a few times, and seeing Katniss in that state, my heart suddenly ached, wishing to immediately return home to comfort the hurt Katniss.
In the bedroom, Nathan tossed and turned on the bed, eyes closed tightly, occasionally sighing heavily. This night was not peaceful. I paused the video at the moment Katniss woke up in the morning. After getting up, Katniss was still quite low in spirits, following her usual routine of washing up and putting on makeup. After completing everything, Katniss picked up her phone, seeming to search for something. However, after finding what she was looking for, Katniss hesitated, biting her lip and staring at the phone screen, her finger hovering over the green call button, hesitating to press it. I knew she must be wanting to call me at that moment, but she hesitated. After a long hesitation, Katniss put down her phone, cupping her cheeks with both hands. It was clear that she hadn't fully recovered from the pain of the previous night. Finally, Katniss took a deep breath, put her phone in her bag, walked out of the bedroom, and as she put on her shoes at the door, she glanced at Nathan's bedroom. Her gaze carried evasion, conflict, struggle, confusion, and even a hint of lingering affection, a complex look that was impossible to decipher. Finally, Katniss left for work.
As usual, Nathan would greet Katniss and see his grandson in the morning, but this morning he didn't leave the bedroom. Simon didn't know when he was carried into the bedroom by Nathan. Perhaps he still couldn't face Katniss, couldn't face his daughter-in-law. Nathan in the bedroom at this moment wasn't sleeping, but holding Simon, his eyes fixed on the bedroom door. His expression was full of pain, longing, avoidance, and urgency, as if he wanted to see Katniss outside the door. When he heard Katniss leave, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, slowly got up and walked out of the bedroom, but his figure seemed more unsteady.
In the evening when it was time to get off work, normally Katniss would come home at 5 o'clock, but I paused the video at 5 o'clock, and Katniss still hadn't returned. I was puzzled, wondering if Katniss had gone somewhere else. In the living room, Nathan was both anxious and afraid, constantly looking at the clock on the wall, also wondering why Katniss hadn't returned yet. As time passed, when the clock stopped at 5:40, the sound of the door unlocking finally came. Both me sitting in front of the computer and Nathan in the living room turned to the door that was about to open. Nathan's body suddenly trembled, showing extreme nervousness.
The door opened, and Katniss, wearing a green dress, walked in slowly. Upon seeing Katniss enter, Nathan turned his head to the other side, pretending to look at Simon and gently patting him, but his trembling shoulders and hands at that moment revealed his tension. After entering, Katniss took off her high heels without looking at Nathan. The two of them had no idea how to face each other. After taking off her shoes, Katniss placed her bag on the shoe cabinet, glanced at Nathan out of the corner of her eye, and hurriedly headed back to her bedroom. Perhaps she was especially afraid of being alone with Nathan in the living room. I believe that at that moment, Nathan was also carefully observing every move of Katniss.
Normally, when Katniss came in, she would greet Nathan and Nathan would pick up Simon to welcome her. But today, both of them were unusually calm, as if neither dared to speak first.
When Katniss reached the bedroom door, she suddenly stopped, placing her hand on the doorknob and taking a shallow breath.
"Dad, after Simon falls asleep, can you make me some pasta? I'm so tired today, I won't cook. It's been a long time since I've eaten the pasta you make." After calming down, Katniss suddenly said softly to Nathan, just like before. However, when she said this, Katniss kept facing the door, not looking at Nathan. After saying this, Katniss entered the room, almost as if she was running away.
Upon hearing Katniss speak, Nathan quickly turned to look at her. After hearing Katniss's words, Nathan looked at the closed bedroom door where Katniss had entered, and after a moment of being stunned, a relieved smile appeared on his face, showing relief, relaxation, happiness, and comfort. He quickly put Simon in the crib, hurried to the kitchen to make Katniss's favorite pasta. Nathan knew that Katniss's words meant that she didn't despise him as a father-in-law because of what happened last night. She still treated him the same as before, and that short sentence represented a kind of "reconciliation" and affirmation. At that moment, Nathan felt happiness.
In the bedroom, Katniss leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face slightly red, showing her nervousness. Just now, she broke the calmness and took the initiative to speak to Nathan, showing great courage. Upon hearing the sound of Nathan busy cooking in the kitchen, her face also showed a hint of relaxation, along with a sweet happiness.
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