Underwater Ninja Training

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Lizzie wanted to sleep in, for no other reason than sleeping in. She didn’t have anywhere to be today. When the alarm clock went off she rolled over and turned it off before going face down in the pillow once more. Liz was not a morning person, never had been. Groaning she grabbed the covers and pulled them over her. She didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about.

Liz was also rather forgetful and forgot that the alarm had a reason this morning. Right, Malachi had wanted her up or something. He’d said that last night. Oh well, back to bed she went. They could do whatever it was later in the day when she was awake and moving. Nope the alarm could sit there on the dresser in silence now.

Closing her eyes again Liz finally drifted off into a somewhat light sleep. Nope, she wasn’t getting up. Even the cat had decided that sleep was an effective way to spend the morning and was curled up on his cat bed in the far corner. The overall message of the morning. Sleep.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Training, it was one word and it was a word he was familiar with. It was that very word that had caused him to ask Lizzie to get up early that morning and as agreed he had gotten out of bed at his usual time. Some ungodly hour in the morning to go for his run while he thought that the alarm would go off and his wife would be ready by the time he had showered, dressed and organized the day’s activities. He trusted Lizzie more so than anyone else and he knew he had a way to go with it too but the one thing he did need to sort out.

It was her training; he had nothing against the CIA other than their training in his mind was for girl scouts. No Lizzie needed to be prepared and ready for anything and he was going to make sure that happened via his own training regime he had managed to sort out. He had even gone as far as to go back upstairs to their room where he saw her still in bed, the covers pulled over her as he stayed silently for a moment expecting any moment she would get up.

After about one hundred and twenty seconds of stalking outside their bedroom door he retreated to the garage to find the bucket that was used for a number of house hold things. Wallpaper paste, washing the floor, the occasional leaky tap the very mundane household tasks but today as he filled the bucket from the water tap outside in the garage Malachi had other ideas. He dipped his hand it to feel it was cold as he barely even raised a smile, no she had brushed off training and he wasn’t happy with that.

If she wanted to be a girl scout then fine but his wife needed to know how to protect herself just in case and asleep in bed wasn’t going to cut it. Turning off the tap once the bucket was full Malachi stalked through the house, careful not to spill any water or make a sound which oddly enough he was creepily adept at given his own career choice. Malachi moved into their room with silent accuracy as he saw the cat curled up on his bed in the far corner. Well at least he could say the morning was going to be ... interesting.

Malachi stood at the foot of the bed holding the larger bucket as he watched Lizzie sleep for around five seconds. She seemed so peaceful he thought before he launched the bucket of water over her without a second thought as it splashed over her, the covers and the bed. Peaceful and then maybe not. “Morning sunshine.” He stated immediately after as he stood and waited for any reaction.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Cold. The water was cold. Lizzie not only jumped out of the bed. Soaking wet, she leapt at Malachi with the intent to pin him down to the ground. He was taller and stronger than her, but she simply refused to let someone dump water on her and get away with it. “Malachi Ben-Gidon,” okay so she wasn’t too thrilled. Cursing in Hebrew, she narrowed her eyes at him. Her Hebrew needed some work but Malachi was the single most annoying this morning.

“Bambino.” (Little boy) she grumbled in Italian under her breath. Well she would give that part to him, he knew how to work her up. Liz let go of Malachi’s shoulders and looked back over him as she headed into the bathroom. “I was enjoying my sleep.” She grumbled a bit rubbing her eyes as she started running the shower. Her pajamas were clinging to her. This was a miserable way to wake up. Plotting revenge against her drop dead sexy husband would take some time but annoying things got annoying consequences.

Undressing and then hopping into the shower she wanted the heat and steam from the shower. “One day is all I ask for sleeping in.” She rolled her eyes where he couldn’t see them as she stared at the tile on the wall. No Lizzie never really rolled her eyes AT him, that was rude. Lizzie was anything but rude.

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ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

There was the hint of a smile on his face when she leapt at him. He staggered back slightly as he caught her in his arms. She was awake now and the water had done its job was all he could think when he heard his name and her cursing in Hebrew. “Elizabeth Gidon.” He sated almost smiling back at her as he stood there unfazed by what he had done. She was late up and he had fixed the situation, it was what he did fixed things when they were going wrong.

“Piccola ragazza.” (little girl) Malachi said deciding that it was about as much Italian as he was going to get out, her Hebrew cursing was as good as his Italian which felt short by a lot. When she let go of his shoulders he could feel the transfer of damp on his clothes as he watched her head to the bathroom. “Sleep is a luxury, you said you would be awake. You were alseep and now that issue is fixed.” He said almost as if the entire incident made sense which to Malachi it did. While his very sexy wife was in the shower Malachi made quick work of stripping the bed and adding the wet blankets and sheets to the laundry.

No use in sleeping in a wet bed later he thought, it would have enough time to dry he figured and if not like he had said, sleep was a luxury. Malachi glanced at the clock in their room as he looked toward the bathroom, he could hear the shower running and then heard her ‘one day’ comment. This was going no where fast he thought silently as he crept into the bathroom. “One day that you agreed to lose, you’re late and what if I was trying to kill you this morning? You’d be dead or injured because you were alseep.” He explained deadly serious about that point.

The whole idea of being up early was so he could try and train her into a ninja, just like the turtle ninja’s in the comic books he had when he was a kid. “I promise you can sleep all you want to later today and I’ll make it up to you. I’ll cook you dinner, make you lunch, run you a bath and then you can sleep and i’ll make sure you’re not disturbed?” He offered trying to do the romantic thing which didnt exactly come easily to him so he was more blunt than sweep you off your feet. However his offering to cook was reason alone to do anything but have him do that. He could cook but it wasn’t always edible to the average human, burnt was a delicacy he was good at and ration packets were a way of life.

Malachi grabbed her towel from the bathroom as he held it in one hand for her, he was becoming impatient. Yes sure any other time he might have been distracted by the beautiful woman in the shower and sure he might even have joined her on a morning when he wasn’t trying to help train her but today. No his patience was growing thin as he reached into the shower and turned the hot water down to the coldest setting before retreating and holding out her towel. “Hurry up, you’re scorching the day light.” He said impatiently knowing it was barely daylight but still he was trying to make the most of their day off.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Daggers glared back at him as he smirked. “I was up all night sick. So right now sleep is a necessity.” She pointed out. Oh she would go toe to toe with him anyday. It wasn’t’ her fault she had been hugging the toilet most of the night. Though she had been trying to hide it from him. It was easier to hide things like that but on mornings like this? Ugh there were days she wondered what she had been thinking when she’d agreed to go out with him and then agreed to marry him.

She was happy in the shower. When he said something about her being dead or injured because of sleep, she knew he had a point. Sick or not sick, that wouldn’t matter to someone trying to kill her. “It won’t happen again.” She spit out the words she was so familiar with from her failed marriage previous. Words that she thought would keep her out of trouble. Then came the promise of sleeping the rest of the day. Lizzie shrugged, at this point it didn’t matter if she got to take a nap later or not; sleep was a moot point.

When Malachi turned her shower cold, she took a few breaths. Right now she needed to calm down before she took something and smacked him with it. Something she had perfected in her job was hidden emotions. Sure, he was better than she was but she just bottled them up to handle later. He was acting as though she couldn’t relax in her own house, when no one was out to kill her. Was it really so hard to ask that she just relax on a day when she wasn’t having to deal with her own hell?

Grabbing the towel she took it from his hand and moved past him. Wrapping the towel around her she sat down on the bench near the bathroom door and had her head bent between her knees. It wasn’t hard that she wasn’t faking feeling ill. Even her face was paler than normal. Though she got up a few moments later and went to go get dressed. Gabe had just gotten over being sick, and Lizzie had been spending time round the clock taking care of him. “Your son is perfecting the art of sharing.” She reminded him as she closed her dresser and changing.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Malachi glared back at her trying out his usual death stare or his general face as it was until she said she had been up all night sick. “You should have told me.” Malachi stated as he shook his head, “No it was a necessity but training is a necessity too. You are not married to a girl scout America Lizzie, you need to do this.” Malachi knew his wife would argue with him and he admired that, more so than rolling over and simply taking whatever he threw at her. There had to be give and take but that morning he was right because what if he had tried to kill her, she would be dead right now and that was never going to fly with him.

“No, it wont because you will be prepared.” Malachi said, disregarding the ‘if we ever do start training today’ part of his sentence though he pretty much had it written on his face. “Are you annoyed about it happening again?” Malachi asked not entirely sure why she had spat the words at him but then subtle had had never been a word used to describe him. If you wanted a problem solves he killed it and removed the problem from the situation by any means. Subtle was not a Malachi world at all.

He could see she was annoyed but then this was her life, couldn’t she understand that? He was trying to help her keep her life, the CIA couldn’t train agents to do squat but he needed Lizzie to be able to hold her own. People could sleep at any point but not when they had agreed to something and then blown it off for sleep like it was nothing. No he was perfectly right to throw water over her and almost drag her out of bed, it had to be done for the greater good.

Malachi watched Lizzie sit on the bench, her head between her knees as he realised that maybes he was ill and it wasnt a fake get me out of this morning sort of ill. “Why is he my son if he shared something? It was generous of him to do that.” Malachi said as he realised that was likely the worst thing he could say. “It was generous just like his father and mother who is wonderful. But Gabe is your child and with that he shared something, it’s a good thing.” Yes it was what children did they shared things as Malachi wondered how long he would share illnesses because hopefully he would be immune.

“One thing about that killers don’t take the day off because they’re ill, it’s a job to be done and it gets done, I know this. You have to be ready Lizzie, ill or not. There is no mercy to be had because you’re tired and ill.” Malachi stated a little more firmly, sure if he caught a cold it was the plague but still he could fight his way out of a locked room if he had to but he wanted to make sure Lizzie could too. Ill or not. It was a thing he wanted to do just to make sure.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳i

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Great, she was met with the stern husband face for being honest. "Of course Ahavat.” She wanted to argue with him. Work trained her plenty and Malachi was pushing her. Girl Scout America made her want to dig her eyes farther in. She worked for the CIA, it wasn’t a walk in the park and if he thought she saw it as that then he was sadly mistaken. Lizzie was tougher than she let on, she liked to separate work and home. Liz needed her time. Malachi seemed to think the whole world was always trying to kill her.

“Yes, I will be.” Lizzie just decided to avoid the fight with him and let him know she wasn’t going to let it be a problem. “No, I just have things on my mind that have nothing to do with this conversation.” She admitted. It wasn’t a lie. Lizzie knew it wasn’t worth the fight to discuss things.

When Malachi totally missed her point she sighed. No, she was not going to sit here and explain something that simple. He was being a downright jerk. “Why is he your son? Because you are his father. That is why he is your son. Just as much as he is mine.” Unable to hold her tongue she got up, mostly because she didn’t sit still very long. Though she had been sitting still a lot longer than she usually did. Though she talked it up to whatever was eating her.

“What is it that you want from me Malachi?” She replied as she walked past him and grabbed up under his neck on the pressure point and squeezed. He wanted her to train then so be it she would do so. Lizzie wasn’t the let your guard down time but home was home. She took her hand off his neck as not to cut off his air supply. “Don’t push me.” Her tone was flat and devoid of her emotions. Asshole.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Malachi smiled and nodded when she agreed with him and didnt argue, he was expecting it but then maybe she understood what he was trying to do. Malachi was both a man and far from versed with the universal language of understand what people really meant. So in his head she was just agreeing with him which was great. He just couldnt understand why she didnt want to know this stuff, how anyone could be happy with the girl scout CIA training that he felt lacked in about everything.

“Do you want to talk about those things?” Malachi asked not sure if he had missed something obvious that he should have been worried about other than the fact he could have crept up on his wife and killed her. It sounded crazy if he said it to anyone else but she needed to be able to take care of herself if he wasnt around. “Do we need to have another conversation?” He added not sure if talking about training was right or wrong now. It was what he had aimed for but then if Lizzie was bothered by something he wanted to know what that was so he could fix it.

“I know he is my son, our son. We did that together. I am not arguing that he isn’t my son. I’m just saying if he is does something wrong then he is my son.” Malachi tried to explain though he was sure he was failing at it the minute she stood up. He was used to that, fidgeting around the place and never staying in one place long. He both loved it and hated it as he knew she would end up on the floor but when he motioned for that to happen Lizzie took the long way around. It was just her way of working he was sure as he preferred to be still and statue like so they were complete opposites in that sense.

Malachi gave Lizzie a look the minute she asked what he wanted from her, hadn’t he been clear about that? The bucket of water wasnt enough of a wake up call? He was about to reply when he felt her hand under his neck on the pressure point and she squeezed. Malachi froze, he hated that. Touching his neck no it was off limits and she knew that. He almost wanted to yell at her though he had attempted to moved his arm from his side to bat her hand away before she let go and he gasped. Malachi couldn’t help but glare at her from where he stood.

He rubbed over his neck for a moment before he could feel the usual statue like demeanour come over him. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!” He warned in an ice cold tone as he tried to keep the hostile glare from his face. He lost all annoyed emotion in his face as he poked at Lizzie’s side, enough so she could feel it but not enough to hurt her. “Twenty seconds until death.” He stated as he poked at her arm, “Ten to fifteen minutes if pressure isn’t applied correctly.” He added as he continued to poke at her in various places. His finger dragged across her as if he was marking out each area to end things. The assassins guide to anatomy. Her mid thigh, her back, kidneys, liver, her stomach, her ribs, heart, lungs, arms, shoulder before he got to her neck as he attempted to rest his finger against the side of her neck.

"Instant death.” He stated in a steely cold tone. “I am trying to help you.” Malachi said feeling as if he had gone to a different planet that morning. “If I can do this then there will be someone better, stronger and faster than me. I want you to be prepared not vulnerable, is that not okay with you?” He asked her as if what he had said was normal every day conversation. “I want you to be safe, to be able to protect yourself if I can’t do that. Is that wrong?” He asked her not sure he had made his point but he had tried to.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"] Lizzie knew her place and how she was expected to act in the household. Chalk it up to culture. If he wanted to be told about simple things that he could ascertain for himself then so be it. Perhaps she could do better at respecting his wishes. Liz was the most forthcoming person when it came to holding in information. It was not like she was distinctly hiding things.

Did she want to talk? Not really. Did Malachi want her to talk? Clearly. She'd already determined that talking wasn't wise, her annoyance at this morning was pointless. Talking about her discontent for her current assignment was not something that needed to be introduced. Not that she could share anyway.

Another conversation? Was he insane? “No,Bali. It's understood” (my husband) she needed to assure him that she had listened the first time. Elizabeth tried to focus but felt like she was juggling air.

A CIA operative was dead. Liz was assigned to clean up the mess and get things back on track. She couldn't talk about it, but between research and being sick provided for very little sleep. She was thankful when talk turned to their son. It gave her a distraction. She couldn't help but wonder if Malachi could sense her recent apprehension. Was this his way of worrying? Lizzie didn't know or want to ask.

“You've completely missed the point.” Lizzie sighed as she turned over her shoulder to look towards him. She meant the point that it had been their son who had gotten her sick. She'd tried to joke around and that had failed. She leaned on the wall with a noticeable amount of weak relaxation. Her pale faces showed how pecid she was feeling. Though showing Malachi she could handle herself was facing the wrath of her husband.

She ignored the urge to fight back against him as much as him telling her to never do things again. He sounded like her ex. A thought she would not vocalize when he poked at her. Lizzie was quick to attack his wrist and put him into a wrist lock. She narrowed her face. “Poke me again and I will break your finger.” She threatened. Though as she felt him start tracing her body she relaxed but still remained watchful. She trusted him not to hurt her but he'd already dumped water on her.

Lizzie didn't like to feel inferior and he's just done that very thing by yelling at her. None of her feelings showed. Why was he so invested in trying to make her into a machine? She hated it.

She couldn't help but wonder still if this was him caring. “I am capable of handling myself Ahavat.” There was a sigh. “You worry too much” Though with her predecessor dead, maybe things were justified, but he didn't know anything about her assignment. “I do my job and make sure I come home at the end of the day. It doesn't matter what it takes Malachi.” Trying to reason with her husband was reasoning with a rabid dog somedays.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Malachi was stuck in his ways, his upbringing was what he knew and that was what he stuck with at times. He was a little like that guy who always bought black coffee, not because he didnt like milk and sugar but simply because he had always bought it. For the women in his life or be that woman Malachi didnt like to take risks. His mother had died because he hadn’t been there or so his father had drummed into him his entire life so he was hyper vigilant over Lizzie. Everyone had their thing and that was his, it wasnt that sneaky chocolate bar or two or the quick beer with mates. Nope he did everything he could to make sure his wife stayed alive.

“Good Ahavah.” Malachi said glad that she understood what he was trying to do. Was it really that difficult to want the best for her that she couldnt or wouldnt see that? Malachi knew what he was like and what made sense in his head seemed to make him a monster in someone else’s. Right in that moment he knew there was something off, maybe not full blown wrong but there was something off with Lizzie. Something that he couldnt quite figured out though he wasn’t sure if worrying would do the job or simply make things worse.

“I missed the point? What was the point?” He asked her trying to work out what he had missed and why as he grinned for a moment. “Ah I get it, your child my child... ha yes that’s good.” He said nodded though when he saw her lean on the wall, the weak relaxation he couldnt help but worry about her again as her pale face said she was sick. Malachi lost the smile when she grabbed his throat and then the wrist lock he couldnt help but glare at her. What was going on did she really want to hurt him like this?

“If you were going to do it, then just do it. Hesitation isn’t the answer.” Malachi stated as he kept his face plain without feeling or fear. It was exactly what he was trying to teach her and now she was telling him she was capable. “I know you can as a CIA agent and I don’t worry enough.” Malachi said trying not to over react to everything but it was Malachi, it was what he did and it wasnt exactly something he understood which just made matters worse.

“Something is off with you. I should worry and what if someone found out about your CIA file? That is what they expect and what they will get.” Malachi said trying to explain why he was being the way he was. “You can train for that, train for the skills you know a person has. I want you to have more, CIA and Mossad, both mean you can have the upper hand.” Malachi had no idea why this was as difficult as it was until he listened about her coming home at the end of the day.

He backed away for a moment and went to get her blanket as he found the best one they had before coming back over to her. “Lizzie, it matters. It matters to me what it takes for you to come home.” He said as he unfolded the blanket and offered it to her. “I don’t want you to be like me, a ...” There were so many words he had heard over the years it was impossible to list them. Malachi looked away from her a moment before glancing back.

“I don’t want to lose you to this so I’m trying to protect you the best way I know how.” He said hoping he had managed to make sense this time. “So I’m sorry, no training today just let me look after you today.” He offered trying to make a gesture of peace as he didnt want to make things worse for her. Though the water... maybe it wasnt his finest hour but still it wasnt like he didnt have a reason for it.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Lizzie was brought up in a family where she’d been treated like glass and she’d managed to break out of the mold. Even following her father into the CIA. She had been trained for any number of things. Versatility is what kept her alive, not necessarily all of the stuff that Malachi had been trying to get her to pick up on. There was too much information all at once for her to process. She wanted to explain but she decided it was best to not bother Malachi with that. After all, it was his call.

Just because Liz understood did not mean that she agreed with his ways, but that was best another thing left unspoken. She glanced over him, studying him. Though it was more of a way a wife would study her husband. Keeping her eyes off him? Good luck with that. “Yes, that was my point Malachi.” She figured if she didn’t answer the question he would think perhaps he missed the point yet again. She tried to relax but as soon as she did she felt things hitting her hard.

“There would be no hesitation, but my aim was not to hurt you. If I were going to hurt you then I would have done it Malachi.” She pointed out. “But you are my husband. So why would I want to hurt you?” He really was clueless sometimes. She put her hand to the side and stepped a bit away. Lizzie was going to say something else when he continued.

What part did he not understand. Elizabeth Gidon was your average citizen. There was nothing that connected her to the CIA. She was a housewife, living in Chicago. To the CIA Lizzie was but a number with no connections to her identity. Her cases her files, everything was nothing but numbers. Class numbers that meant something to someone somewhere. Then he spoke about training for her CIA and Mossad. Great he was trying to protect her. Since when did she need protecting?

Lizzie wrapped herself in the blanket and tugged on his hand to pull him towards her. Her finger going to his lips and her eyes chastising him for the words he was about to use. “You don’t want me to be one of the most wonderful people I know?” She finished his sentence with something to make him feel better. It was the truth.

“You won’t lose me Ahavat.” She was optimistic in life and if he knew half of what she went through as a child, he’d understand. He was protective for some reason or another. She’d manage to handle it. “Worry doesn’t help anything.” She pulled him closer again. “You’re apologizing for protecting me, don’t.” She played with some of his hair, her eyes searching his face before she cuddled up in his arm.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

Malachi knew he wasnt the easiest person to deal with in life, in fact he was likely difficult on many levels. It was why his first marriage he guessed had broken up into pieces, his lack of understand for a lot of things simply because he saw a different way. He was brought up on discipline, rules and control. It was how he lived, how he did his work, methodical planning, pain staking processes to make sure that everything was covered to the finest details. His main issue was that he didnt turn that side off when he was home, he tried to but it never quite worked out that way.

He watched her eyes as he smiled at her. “Good point.” He said still chuckling a little at her, it made sense now and five minutes ago he thought it was a completely different conversation. Maybe a year ago he might have even missed the entire point but when it came to jokes and sarcasm he was trying to learn. It didnt always seem like it but languages were difficult and especially when he was trying to figure out if she was serious or joking though yes it was a good joke.

Malachi wasn’t sure what to say to her when she said there wouldnt be any hesitation. “You did upset me.” He stated, hurt wasnt really right more like annoy him though it wasnt to make her feel bad or to even upset her it was a simply correction of facts as he saw them. “You shouldn’t grab my neck, you know I hate that. So by your definition you wanted to hurt me? What have I done?” He asked her. Sure he had thrown water all over her but he had it done to him too when he was younger. It was a learning curve, as he struggled to understand at what point she had wanted to hurt him any why. Sure his head wasn’t always the best place for sense but in his mind it was more logic than sense.

“And I am your husband and I don’t want to hurt you Lizzie. So please don’t do that. Please.” Malachi asked her or rather explained, not that he wanted to hurt Lizzie but he couldnt always guarantee his reactions. A bad day at work and her hand on his throat, he might not have been able to not pull her hand away in an unforgiving way. He didnt want to hurt her but he didnt want to be put in that position where there was even the slightest chance of it.

When she tugged on his hand Malachi smiled as he went toward her. He was glad of her finishing his sentence, he wasnt under any illusions of what he was but at least one person in the world thought he was wonderful. How he didnt know but he wasnt going to argue with her over it. “You already are the most wonderful, kind, caring, beautiful, amazing person I know. So you’re perfect just the way you are.” Malachi said seriously, he loved her just the way she was he only wanted to make sure she was safe in the only way he knew how.

“Why are you so optimistic? I never want to lose you Lizzie but, what I see, what you see how can you not think that it might be a possibility? I’m trying to stop that.” He asked not sure he wanted her answer as every day she went to work there was a possibility. Malachi didnt care about him, that was a moot point but Lizzie that was entirely different. “I worry, it’s what a husband does.” He added knowing there was a lot more to it than that but still, he worried it was what he did. Being pulled closer again he smiled as he listened to her, he was trying to relax as she played with some of his hair as he gazed at her before feeling her cuddle up in his arm.

Malachi ran a hand over her back, rubbing in circles slowly as he nodded. “I’m sorry for the way I did it. I shouldn’t have thrown the water when you’re ill I just want what’s best for you. And you’re not yourself so I thought you were worried about something not that you were ill.” Malachi said wondering he had caught the wrong vibe from her. He knew that he had been away here and there and sure he wasnt infallible but he thought he had been right about her worrying. Maybe just a cold he wondered as he hugged her not wanting to let her go.

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[Elizabeth Gidon]

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╳ Malachi Ben-Gidon ╳

[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Lizzie knew what living in a disciplined household was like. Her father had been like that, but there had also been laughing, fun, and enjoying spending time with people. Malachi seemed to be missing the latter. Maybe it was a cultural thing, although she was learning that their relationship was a little more rigid than she was used to things going. Malachi asked something and it was done. There was no point in arguing.

Her Hebrew was getting much better but she still struggled at times and so at times things came out in English. Maybe not finding the right word or being in a rush. If they didn’t come out in Italian, then she was able to focus more. Though she was linguistically inclined learning a language was a little harder; but she made use of it everyday. That mattered a good bit.

Then came him telling her she was upset. “Lo, I would never. It won’t happen again.” She ascertained keeping herself within her own space now as he’d made his point. Though he continued to explain she didn’t say anything. There was no sense in repeating herself that it wouldn’t happen again because that’s exactly what she would say. However, it wasn’t like she was looking to upset him.

Elizabeth usually enjoyed his compliments. But right now, she wasn’t clear headed and had no idea what he was on about. Lizzie knew she was far from perfect, no one was perfect. Liz didn’t respond though she relaxed a bit when he approached her space. She made a point to wrap her arms around his torso well out of reach of his waist. Though she was still mixed up in her own head, she didn’t want to let onto her confusion.

Cue optimism conversation. Her hands dropped from his hair as she looked him in the eyes. “What point is there looking at the negativity in everything? Life is what you make of it and I am happy. So yes, I will be optimistic if it means being happy.” She explained. It wasn’t that she didn’t think that something could happen, it was that she didn’t dwell on it there was a major difference.

“Don’t apologize.” Lizzie told him. The last thing she wanted was an apology. She knew in retrospect he might be saying that to make her feel better but she knew his intentions when he’d woken her up that morning. She wiggled away from his arms and went to finish getting dressed before heading downstairs. Sick or not she did her usual morning work outs with the punching bag. Kickboxing just gave her something to do. And right now a perfect outlet for things she refused to talk about.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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[Malachi Ben-Gidon]

The fun and the enjoyment of spending time with people had pretty much gone the day that led to his mothers death. His father had told him every single day that he had been the issue that day, his desire to laugh and enjoy life had left his mother vulnerable and with that. Malachi had gone completely the other way, he was serious and disciplined though he wanted to learn how to laugh and have fun again but he guessed it just took time. Hell he had married Lizzie so far so that was a start or a step in the right direction.

Malachi enjoyed hearing her speak in Hebrew, it felt more like home when she did though he tried to speak Italian though usually he suffered a basic lost in translation failure. Or he mixed up his words and reverted back to English part way through because he didnt know the right word. Words didnt usually mix well with him to start with so another language and Italian was something he struggled with a little. It didnt stop him from trying though even if he could order a pizza and ask for help but beyond that it got a little iffy.

Hearing that it wouldnt happen again he just nodded to her. “Thank you.” He said not wanting to make it a big deal but in his head it was. He was still trying to work out at what point that morning he had managed to annoy her that much that she would grab him like that but then, he was only trying to help her. Sure it was his own way of working that and yes it often didnt make sense to anyone but him though Malachi felt it was needed.

Malachi was struggling to understand her that morning, he could see she was sick but his compliments usually worked. When she didnt respond sure it made him worry a little though seeing her relax. He had no idea what to think as he just wrapped his arms around her the minute she wrapped her arms around his torso. “You really are happy? Are you sure?” Malachi asked wanting to check that point even if it was just for his own peace of mind that divorce number two wasnt just around the corner.

“I don’t dwell on the negativity either, I just prepare for that. Worst case means the best is a bonus.” Malachi said smiling a little though sure he was the doomsday planner and optimism he was trying to understand. “Maybe I need to clarify the apology, sorry for the way I did it. Not the waking you up part.” He said trying to be funny though he wasnt sure how she would take it was he watched her wiggle away to finish getting dressed. Malachi followed her downstairs, he knew her routine as he knew something was off he just didnt know what exactly.

“You sure you don’t want to take a morning off? Or talk to me about something? Or did I do something I just don’t know about yet?” He asked her deciding that direct was his usual way so why would he change it. Usually it worked though his wife had always been that exception to the rule.

Elizabeth Gidon

[Elizabeth Gidon]

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[attr="class","rbtxtbr2"]Lizzie spent a good portion of her time trying to figure Malachi out, the other portion of her time trying to better his mood. Lucky for her, she was used to the tell nothing, show nothing attitude. Then there were times like this when she didn’t want to talk because anything she said got turned around and twisted. Made into something it wasn’t intended to say. Regardless of the language the two had a communication issue that seemed to be deeper than misunderstanding of words.

“Would you stop questioning everything? Yes. I am sure. I don’t just say things to hear myself talk.” She tugged her arms away from him. He questioned her and it made her question their relationship and how much he trusted her. She couldn’t hardly touch him unless it was below the shoulders and he questioned everything she did. Why did he always have to be so impossible?

Lizzie punched the bag with her fists. “I don’t want to talk.” She reminded him. Her fist drops. “Why is it that everytime I don’t want to talk about something, you assume that you did something to upset me.” Lizzie looked to him and narrowed her eyes slightly. “You push me and push me to talk yet you sit there and act a hippocrite and won’t open up to me.” Elizabeth pushed past him gently and decided yelling at him about feeling like she was in a one sided relationship sometimes wasn’t worth it. Then again who was she kidding? He was her husband, she had expectations. Maybe she was missing something here?

Liz couldn’t help but feel maybe she was failing as a wife. She twisted her ring as she grabbed a water from the mini fridge tossing one out to Malachi. Though she started playing with the cap on her water more than drinking it. She’d lived through one abusive marriage, she just hoped she wasn’t ending up in a second. No, she didn’t want to think like that. Malachi wasn’t Russell. Comparing the two was like comparing an apple to peanut.

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography, Transit, and GS.

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