Ava just nods her head in response before heading upstairs. She slips into the bathroom and riffles through the cabinets until she finds the sleeping meds. This should be interesting. She takes out the bottle and briefly reads through the instructions. "Pick up some of that raspberry leaf tea I like if you get a chance!" She shouts down the stairs, figuring that he may as well pick some up for her while he's out. She needs some calming tea to drink while she researches solutions for her father.
Cameron stood up and walked outside to meet the police, reporting that the man had hit their puppy and went off somewhere, reporting he was from America and speaking English. They asked if he knew what he looked like or why he was on his property, and Cameron shook his head and giving a ‘hell do I know’ in Russian. They wished him a good day and a speedy recovery for the whimpering Zore before he shut the door.
Ava heads back downstairs with the pill bottle in her hand. She had made it just in time to see the cops leave. "They sure took their sweet time." Scoffing to herself, she shuffles through some drawers until she finds zip ties. Perfect. A few moments later, her dad is propped up against the wall with his hands zip tied behind him. She then goes right back on her phone for ideas.
“Sure they did,” Cameron responded idly as he watched her. “Make sure you give him a few on the feet, too. Maybe double them up to be safe, too.” He looked back down at Zore and pet along her soft self slowly, frowning as she whimpered more. He set her down slowly on the couch on her back, keeping her straight. She didn’t wriggle.
Ava nods and secures a few on his feet for well, doubling them all up as suggested. Glancing over to Zore, she frowns. "Poor little baby." She shoves her phone away and heads over to check on the dog. "What did he do to you, baby?" Bending down, she gently strokes her on the head. "When are you going to take her to the vet?" If this is something serious than it needs to be dealt with.
“When dad wakes up. He should be waking up soon, it’s almost six.” Cameron’s dad always woke up early to make them breakfast, since he and Ava woke up pretty early themselves. But now they had the upper hand. Cameron stood up again carefully, watching Zore.
“Make sure she doesn’t get up. If she does lay her onto her back again.”
Ava sits down on the couch next to Zore, gently petting her. "Do you think she's okay? She couldn't have broken anything, right?" It breaks her heart to see one of her babies in pain. "Zore, I am so sorry that that mean man hurt you." She carefully wraps her arms around the dog, kissing the top of her head. If the vet says that the dog got hurt in the slightest she'll have to spoil her rotten as an apology.
Cameron got started on some breakfast, cracking egg for a sunny-side up for his father, and making sweet pancake-like snacks for them. “I’m sure she’s okay. She can walk but she’s obviously in pain. She might be bruised and need painkillers or something.”
Ava looks over to him, not entirely convinced but she moves on. "I found a retirement home for my father. It's got pretty high security there so he wouldn't be able to escape. For an extra payment we could even have an aid stay with him at all times."
“Alright, let’s do that. We can pay it together so we can just get it out of our backs and minds. We have to make sure the aid is different every day so he doesn’t make any sort of plans.”
"They should allow that. We can request a different aid everyday and more security measures." It'll be expensive but they'll be able to afford it. Any amount of money is worth putting an end to this.
“Call them now, we need to arrange something. And maybe keep his phone, Ava,” Cameron added, looking thoughtful as he flipped his egg. He would never think about sending his father to a retirement home, but hot damn Malcom needed to be in one.
"I was planning on it. They don't even allow personal phones where he's going." Ava pulls out her own phone and dials the number. The conversation with the woman from the home goes smoothly and soon Malcom Lacerta is registered as their newest patient.
“Nice, thanks for doing this, Ava,” Cameron hummed. “He’ll be going back and staying in America…” He sounded really happy. No more phone calls from him demanding them to get a divorce or have children… no more sudden self-invites…
"It needs to be done," Ava says with a small shrug. Things have gotten out of hand. She's just getting everything back to normal. "Now I have to break the news to Chris. He's not going to be very happy about my doing this without talking to him."
“If he doesn’t agree we’re gonna have to put him with your father, no questions asked,” Cameron joked meekly, sighing as he cracked more eggs. “How do you want your eggs, babe?”
"I'll send him a pie or something with an apology card. He has to get over it eventually." Ava rubs the back of her neck with a nervous laugh. "No eggs for me but thanks."
“Good idea. Also I'm making pancakes with the filling you like a lot so you eat.” He got started on the batter and the berry-filled filling, humming softly to himself. He was worried about his pup, but he wouldn’t let it take him over.
She smiles slightly at this. Though not very hungry, she'll make an exception for the berry filled pancakes. "Do you want me to do anything?" Over the years she's gotten a little better in the kitchen. She still shouldn't be left unsupervised but her cooking has become kind of edible.
“Nah, keep an eye on your dad and make sure those pills keep him asleep,” Cameron hummed back as he crushed more strawberries for the mix. He wasn’t entirely sure what type of berry was her favorite, so he added extra of everything. She seemed to absolutely die for that.
"He's not going to be waking up anytime soon between the concussion and the pills." Ava runs her fingers through Zore's fur as she glances over to the unconscious man on their kitchen floor. "I sent a message to Davy a little bit ago and he agreed to pick him up and fly him to the States in a few hours."
“If you think so. You can come in here and add sugar to this.” He stepped away to put another egg on the pan as he took off the first before it overcooked into an omelette. He cracked a second and hummed softly. “And that sounds great. When you’re done with that you can join us at the vet.”
She presses a quick kiss to Zore's head before getting up and heading over to the kitchen. Finding the sugar container, she scoops out what seems to be the appropriate amount. If she added too much then the pancakes will just have to be more sugary than usual. "It shouldn't take too long. Davy should be here within half an hour."
“Oh, so I could do the heavy lifting for you, then, love.” He prepared the dough, kneading it in his big hands as he kept an eye on the egg cooking on the stove, then glancing at her with a grin as she added way too much sugar. It’s what she wanted, and he offered her to make it How she liked it.
“Mmhm, you could do the hard part for me while I sit on the couch and drink some coffee.” She smiles over at him before dumping the sugar into the mixture. It’s a lot more than what the recipe calls for but she has the biggest sugar tooth in the world. “Anything else I need to do?” She’s always happy to help out in the kitchen as long as the tasks are simple.
“Maybe try and not add a lot of sugar?” He watched her out of the corner of his eye add another giant cup of sugar. “But it’s how you like it, so I’ll let it go,” He hummed with a warm laugh and a smile down at his dough. He started folding and ripping it off, forming little pockets.
“Hey, you told me to add the sugar but you didn’t specify how much sugar.” Laughing, she adds a dash more of sugar just to prove a point. She snags a blueberry from the container and pops it into her mouth, humming happily at the sweet burst of flavor. “Anything else besides cutting back on the sugar?”
“Mmm okay. You get to eat with mouthfuls of sugar. I’ll probably just crush more berries to try and fix your “mistake”.” He laughed at his use of air quotes, returning his hands to the pouches. “Can you grab me a spoon? I’m gonna be filling these pretty soon.”
“Let me have this. You know how bitchy I get with no sugar.” Shaking her head in amusement, she pulls out a spoon and hands it over to him. “Okay, I need some coffee now. Do you want me to fix you a cup?” Her day never goes quite right unless she has her daily dose of coffee with an excessive amount of creamer.
“Nah make me a cup of tea in the way you do, please. You make the best tea,” He hummed, flipping the egg and filling the little pastries as he hummed, swaying his hips in his spot in front of the stove.
