Moving quickly, she brushed her hands off on the apron tied up around her waist. She glanced in the oven, prying the door open just as she was hit with an invisible wall of heat and the best smells she'd experienced in a good 3 months. She hadn't made pasta in a terribly long time. Not only had she not made pasta, but she hadn't made it from scratch either. The baked dish was boiling, the tomato sauce bubbling as she beamed and grabbed an oven mit to pull it out to rest and cool some. The sauce would have to thicken up before she'd be able to plate it.
Moving away from the kitchen, lest she stand in there and try to perfect it any more, she went to clean herself up some and change clothes. She thought she'd heard the front door swing open. "Danny, is that you?" She left her room, and headed in the direction of the front door in order to see if Danny was in fact, there already.
She knew all too well that she was getting older. Sometimes it even hurt to force herself out of bed, but she did it. She quickly made her way to the small foyer and wrapped her arms around Danny's shoulders. Her lips pressed to his cheek as she grinned wider. ”All alone? No girls for me to meet?” Her eyes twinkled as she taunted her son. She wanted to meet any of the girls that he might spend his time with. She had a growing itch to get some grandchildren to spoil, and he was her only child. Of course he'd get the full nagging experience. She wanted him to be happy with a girl, settled down and no longer in the military. That wasn't too much to ask.
Rose grinned a bit as the smell of their dinner hit her again. ”Oh, I made pasta for us. Whatever's left over, you should take with you and feed some of your friends, it'll just go to waste here.” That had two meanings for Rose, one to keep the food from going to waste, and another to make sure that Danny had good food to eat, as opposed to whatever the military might feed soldiers like her son. The thought pained her in her heart each time she remembered that he was a soldier. She didn't want him up on the surface, or anywhere near the infected. But that was just her overbearing maternal side rearing it's head at her son endangering himself.