musesandlyrics | 6.13. Grey's Anatomy quote
6.13. "Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need."
Grey's Anatomy
[Before THIS]
Ryan had a stressful day at work and although he needed to think about getting something for dinner on the go, he kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and flopped down on the sofa with a relieved groan. His feet were sore from being on them so much and it would be tempting to just close his eyes and take a nap. In fact, he let his head drop back and his eyes slip closed momentarily, but it wasn't destined to be very long lasting. Hayden came barrelling up the hallway, now out of his school uniform and climbed onto his Dad's lap, kneeling over him and looping his arms around his neck. "Can I have chicken nuggets for dinner, daddy?" he asked and then leaned forward to press a big kiss on his dad's lips with a grin. "Is Iain your boyfriend?"
Ryan's overworked brain was still on the chicken nuggets when the gem of a question was flung at him. This was the first point he realised that he maybe should have been prepared for it, even just a little. Or prepared for something, if not this. Hayden had taken to Iain like a duck to water, which was surreal for Ryan. Usually the nine year old gave anyone that Ryan brought home a bit of a difficult time, whether it was twenty questions or sulking if he really didn't like them. None of that had happened with Iain, and a part of Ryan had just put that down to the kid being really ill and not feeling well. He had expected it to maybe come at some point, perhaps when Iain visited next. But there had been some enquiries as to when Iain was visiting next, and if he was still in Surrey. Ryan should have been prepared for something... but he hadn't been. And now he found himself abruptly flung into what he hoped wasn't going to be twenty awkward questions.
He lifted his head with a small, tired exhalation and met his son's big blue-eyed questioning gaze. "I..." he began, really not sure how to go about this one. It was the first time Hayden had come at him with questions about - hopefully - a potential romantic interest. "It's a little too soon to know either way, matey. When people like each other, it takes time to know certain things..."
"Do you like him?" Hayden fired back, shifting a little forward eagerly.
"Yes, I do. Do you?" Ryan asked carefully, pushing back in the seat when his son's knee got dangerously close to his groin in his excited wriggling.
Hayden nodded, sucking on his lower lip. "Yes. Daddy, do you love Iain? Do you want to kiss him?" he continued enthusiastically, clearly fighting the urge to start bouncing up and down. "Is Iain going to stay over again? Daddy, can Iain come to my birthday party?"
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Your birthday is eight months away, son," he had to point out, trying not to laugh. "Are you purposefully trying to give your Dad a brain freeze?"
Hayden just grinned. "Can I have an ice cream birthday cake? Can I, Daddy? Can Iain have some too? Pull my finger," he added, waving his finger cheekily in his Dad's face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy," Ryan laughed, grabbing his son around the waist and scooping him up so he could stand. He spun him around in the air a little, watching him in amusement, albeit a relieve one. Hayden liked Iain... a lot. This could either be a very good thing, or a potentially very messy thing. "How about we just see to those chicken nuggets, huh? Then how would you like to give Iain a call to say hello? I'm sure he'd like to hear from you."
Hayden looped his arms around Ryan's neck again. "Yeah! Daddy, can we go to Scotland? Iain has five brothers. He said that's nearly a footy team! With you and mean, that's even more a footy team. Dad, can I join the footy team? Can Iain come watch me play?"
Ryan blew out a breath and started to head for the kitchen. "One thing at a time, kiddo, or Dad's brain will explode out of his ears..."
Word Count | 711
Grey's Anatomy
[Before THIS]
Ryan had a stressful day at work and although he needed to think about getting something for dinner on the go, he kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and flopped down on the sofa with a relieved groan. His feet were sore from being on them so much and it would be tempting to just close his eyes and take a nap. In fact, he let his head drop back and his eyes slip closed momentarily, but it wasn't destined to be very long lasting. Hayden came barrelling up the hallway, now out of his school uniform and climbed onto his Dad's lap, kneeling over him and looping his arms around his neck. "Can I have chicken nuggets for dinner, daddy?" he asked and then leaned forward to press a big kiss on his dad's lips with a grin. "Is Iain your boyfriend?"
Ryan's overworked brain was still on the chicken nuggets when the gem of a question was flung at him. This was the first point he realised that he maybe should have been prepared for it, even just a little. Or prepared for something, if not this. Hayden had taken to Iain like a duck to water, which was surreal for Ryan. Usually the nine year old gave anyone that Ryan brought home a bit of a difficult time, whether it was twenty questions or sulking if he really didn't like them. None of that had happened with Iain, and a part of Ryan had just put that down to the kid being really ill and not feeling well. He had expected it to maybe come at some point, perhaps when Iain visited next. But there had been some enquiries as to when Iain was visiting next, and if he was still in Surrey. Ryan should have been prepared for something... but he hadn't been. And now he found himself abruptly flung into what he hoped wasn't going to be twenty awkward questions.
He lifted his head with a small, tired exhalation and met his son's big blue-eyed questioning gaze. "I..." he began, really not sure how to go about this one. It was the first time Hayden had come at him with questions about - hopefully - a potential romantic interest. "It's a little too soon to know either way, matey. When people like each other, it takes time to know certain things..."
"Do you like him?" Hayden fired back, shifting a little forward eagerly.
"Yes, I do. Do you?" Ryan asked carefully, pushing back in the seat when his son's knee got dangerously close to his groin in his excited wriggling.
Hayden nodded, sucking on his lower lip. "Yes. Daddy, do you love Iain? Do you want to kiss him?" he continued enthusiastically, clearly fighting the urge to start bouncing up and down. "Is Iain going to stay over again? Daddy, can Iain come to my birthday party?"
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Your birthday is eight months away, son," he had to point out, trying not to laugh. "Are you purposefully trying to give your Dad a brain freeze?"
Hayden just grinned. "Can I have an ice cream birthday cake? Can I, Daddy? Can Iain have some too? Pull my finger," he added, waving his finger cheekily in his Dad's face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy," Ryan laughed, grabbing his son around the waist and scooping him up so he could stand. He spun him around in the air a little, watching him in amusement, albeit a relieve one. Hayden liked Iain... a lot. This could either be a very good thing, or a potentially very messy thing. "How about we just see to those chicken nuggets, huh? Then how would you like to give Iain a call to say hello? I'm sure he'd like to hear from you."
Hayden looped his arms around Ryan's neck again. "Yeah! Daddy, can we go to Scotland? Iain has five brothers. He said that's nearly a footy team! With you and mean, that's even more a footy team. Dad, can I join the footy team? Can Iain come watch me play?"
Ryan blew out a breath and started to head for the kitchen. "One thing at a time, kiddo, or Dad's brain will explode out of his ears..."
Word Count | 711