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He was stubborn and a hothead, but Noah was still prone to wanting logic in his life, like most Ravenclaws. Since he'd gotten the test results about Terry's parentage, his life had been nothing but chaos, silent chaos. He'd gone through a floo network of emotions; he'd been numb, surprised, happy that he was Terry's father, miserable that Odette was so upset with him, furious that she'd been with Wadcock, and now he was just exhausted of feeling so much and was genuinely and simply sad. He was sad. He missed his wife, he grew sad when the children asked where their mummy was, and the entire situation saddened him whenever his mind was to wander back to everything.

Noah knew he had messed up by not going to Odette first with his suspicions, he'd accepted her anger at that and had apologized. He could not understand why it had caused her to be angry enough at him to publicly hang around Seth Wadcock of all people, and it really baffled him that her anger or whatever she was feeling had kept her away from home and the children. Noah had refused to approach her because of how pissed he had become, but as it happened a lot in his life and in his relationship with Odette, he had to put his foot down and speak to her first.

It also didn't help that he had been lying in bed since ten o'clock and couldn't fall asleep for a minute. Tossing and turning, sighing, huffing, feeling like the entire house was ready to cave in on him at any second---it was like some force of nature was telling him that he needed his wife back home or else everything was going to collapse around him. These days it felt like it already had, and Noah was immensely grateful and a tad surprised that Odette had responded to his late night correspondence.

Once he'd received her response he'd bolted to the living room, waiting for her to apparate in, or floo from wherever she'd been staying, but the clock kept ticking. Maybe she'd changed her mind? Was she okay? Maybe she fell back asleep. Had she really responded to him or was it a dream? Noah was ready to shoot back upstairs to send another owl when a shadow moved in the porch window. He froze for a moment before going to the door and through the peephole he spotted his wife. Noah watched her for a few moments, feeling his chest ache, his stomach twist; had he really made her feel that terrible?

He opened the door slowly, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to maintain some composure, but it was failing miserably. Odette was the only person Noah had ever felt like it was okay to be emotional with, to show emotion even if the two of them were often too stubborn to do so. She let him be honest, sometimes brutally so, and he let out a choked breath.

"Get in here," he demanded with a crackling voice.