[family business] every father needs one...
“So I told Aunt Terry.”
Cain looked up sharply from his morning cup of coffee, features aghast. “Oh, you fuckin’ did not…kid, I’m gonna kill you.”
He just watched Hank grin as she leaned back against the counter, sipping her own cup of coffee with a wicked glint in her eyes that he was sure she had to have gotten from her mother, because he was never that much of an imp. It was the only way to describe it…
“Everyone knows, Dad…no getting out of it. You’re celebrating yer goddamn birthday.” she smirked, setting her mug down and walking over to where he sat at the coffee table so she could hug him from behind. “Sorry.”
“I’ll forgive you if you don’t get me any gifts.”
“Too late.”
“Shee-yit.” He sneered, reaching up to pat her shoulder while turning to kiss her cheek. “Okay, fucking get it over with.”
Kissing his in return, Hank flipped him off before trotting over to the kitchen counter, where two wrapped packages sat discreetly behind Tatiana’s potion crock pot. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as she brought them over.
Opening the first was no big deal, a Black Flag LP he didn’t have yet. The second one, a smallish box, caught him off guard with its contents.
Lifting the coffee mug out, he glanced between her and the painted slogan on the side and tried not to let it get to him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously…you know I don’t bullshit.”
He turned back to the mug and looked it over too closely…goddamnit, he was not going to get choked up over something as stupid as a black ceramic mug with the words ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ on the side in white paint that was probably full of lead or some shit…
Setting it down, he reached out for her instead, pulling her down into a fierce hug. “You are one crazy, fucked-up little shit.”
Her laughter warmed him to the core as she hugged him back. “Love you, too, Dad…happy birthday. And thanks.”
“Fer what?”
“Bein’ born.”
Shutting his eyes, Cain held her a little tighter and just nodded against her shoulder, not trusting himself to speak.
A coffee mug, he wouldn’t get choked up over, but that? Yeah…maybe just a little. After all, it was his birthday…
Cain looked up sharply from his morning cup of coffee, features aghast. “Oh, you fuckin’ did not…kid, I’m gonna kill you.”
He just watched Hank grin as she leaned back against the counter, sipping her own cup of coffee with a wicked glint in her eyes that he was sure she had to have gotten from her mother, because he was never that much of an imp. It was the only way to describe it…
“Everyone knows, Dad…no getting out of it. You’re celebrating yer goddamn birthday.” she smirked, setting her mug down and walking over to where he sat at the coffee table so she could hug him from behind. “Sorry.”
“I’ll forgive you if you don’t get me any gifts.”
“Too late.”
“Shee-yit.” He sneered, reaching up to pat her shoulder while turning to kiss her cheek. “Okay, fucking get it over with.”
Kissing his in return, Hank flipped him off before trotting over to the kitchen counter, where two wrapped packages sat discreetly behind Tatiana’s potion crock pot. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as she brought them over.
Opening the first was no big deal, a Black Flag LP he didn’t have yet. The second one, a smallish box, caught him off guard with its contents.
Lifting the coffee mug out, he glanced between her and the painted slogan on the side and tried not to let it get to him. “Seriously?”
“Seriously…you know I don’t bullshit.”
He turned back to the mug and looked it over too closely…goddamnit, he was not going to get choked up over something as stupid as a black ceramic mug with the words ‘World’s Greatest Dad’ on the side in white paint that was probably full of lead or some shit…
Setting it down, he reached out for her instead, pulling her down into a fierce hug. “You are one crazy, fucked-up little shit.”
Her laughter warmed him to the core as she hugged him back. “Love you, too, Dad…happy birthday. And thanks.”
“Fer what?”
“Bein’ born.”
Shutting his eyes, Cain held her a little tighter and just nodded against her shoulder, not trusting himself to speak.
A coffee mug, he wouldn’t get choked up over, but that? Yeah…maybe just a little. After all, it was his birthday…