Ghost

Chapter Forty One

Spencer's POV

The first night without Yelena was pretty normal. I had told Nat she could crash in Yelena's room if she didn't want to sleep at her parents. She readily accepted.

Since Yelena's flight was later in the afternoon, it was about dinner time when we were back home. However, Melina had called and asked if we wanted to have dinner with them and we couldn't say no.

So that's where we are, sitting in Melinas and Alexeis living room, drinks in hand and belly's full of food.

"No, it's true, you couldn't stand it when bugs would be in your room. You always called 'papa, papa'. I had to take the bugs outside. You wouldn't let me squish them like Yelena," Alexei was recalling stories of Nat when she was younger.

She didn't seem to like it, but I thought it was adorable. The big bad black widow wanting to save the little bugs.

Her face was a little red as she responded, "okay Alexei. That's probably enough of those stories. Don't need to bore Spencer." Her tone showed that she eagerly wanted to change the subject.

Maybe it was the few drinks I've already had, but I wasn't about to let her get away with that. "Oh no, please continue. I am loving hearing about little Natasha," I say as I look over at her and smirk before taking another swig of my drink, which I now realize is empty. Bummer.

Melina notices and grabs the bottle to fill me back up.

"Thank you Melina," I say smiling before taking that swig I had meant to take before.

"Yeah, well I'm sure there aren't really any more stories, right dad?" Oo the glare Natasha just sent Alexei. Yikes. He stopped talking, although he carried on with his loud laughter.

  "Awe, you're no fun Natasha," I pout at Nat and bat my eyes for whatever reason. It does something because the red in her cheeks darkens.

Clearing her throat she looks away from me and back to Melina. "How are the pigs doing?"

"Oh trying to change the subject. Alright, hint taken," Alexei concedes. Melina just smiles knowingly.

"You know what, we should probably get going anyway. Don't you have to work or something tomorrow, Spencer?" And her attention is back to me. Which I am liking very much. But she stands up and offers her hand for me to grab.

I do and she pulls me up, a little rougher than I expected because I almost spill the little amount that was in my drink as I collide into her.

I definitely drank more than I thought. Oops. "Sorry Tasha, that's my bad," I kind of blur my words together. Okay, that's enough for me, I go to put my glass in the sink but Natasha stops me, pulling me back and closer to her.

I look at her in confusion and she just chuckles. "I don't think you're going to make it there in one piece. I'll take it. And I am also driving."

"Fine," I concede, plopping back down onto the couch. "And I don't have to work tomorrow either. I took a couple days off since you were sticking around," I confess. I will regret letting that information slip later but right now I feel pretty damn good.

My confession stopped her in her tracks. Turning around she has a smile on her face that I can't quite place so I tilt my head and ask, "what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just wait here, I'll help you to the car." She's still smiling that smile.

So I just smile back, "well alright then. I'll be here, awaiting your return." I now throw my head back a little and that was a bad idea. I get a little woozy. Poor Nat having to take care of my drunk ass.