Spit Take
Title: Spit Take
Series: A Year in the Life
Date: August 3rd - National Watermelon Day
author: cunningdeb
Rating: G
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: The family enjoys watermelon on a hot summer day in Arkansas.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction.
Warning: excessive cuteness
Part of my Allen-Lambert universe. Hannah is 9 years old and Joshie is 4 years old. Cameos by Grandma and Grandpa Allen.
Just a fun note: the game the kids are playing was one I played when I was their age. Heard that buzz outside my window writing this and it brought back the memory. :)
--*--
The late afternoon heat hung heavy in the air. Kris and Adam had tried to limit the kids’ activities outside, not wanting them to overheat, but Grandpa Allen had a surprise in store for them and Grandma insisted it had to be enjoyed outside.
While their parents stretched out together in the hammock, Hannah and Joshie ran around their grandparent’s backyard, pretending the buzzing cicadas were aliens looking for them. Each time the song stopped, they came out of hiding and when the noise got louder, they hid behind trees or under the picnic table or chairs so the aliens wouldn’t see them.
“Did you really play this game when you were a kid?” Adam asked, watching his children go nuts.
“Yup. Danny and I looked forward to it every summer.”
“You were weird kids.”
“We were kids period.”
“Okay you two, up and Adam - Adam,” Neil called out, laughing at his own joke. “Time for that treat. Hannah! Joshie! Get your bums over here!”
Kris got off the hammock so quickly, it tipped and dumped Adam on the hard ground. Kris swallowed the laugh about to burst out of his lips after seeing his husband’s not so amused face. “Sorry lover, I’ve been looking forward to this since Dad mentioned it.”
Adam took Kris’ offered hand and got up. “Whatever it is, it better be worth a bruised ass.”
Kris leaned in and whispered, “I’ll kiss it and make it better tonight.”
“Now that’s what I call something to look forward to.”
“Daddy! Papa! Hurry up, its watermelon!”
By the time they reached the picnic table, Grandpa was slicing the huge watermelon with an equally huge knife and Grandma was handing out paper plates and napkins.
Joshie reached out and grabbed Adam’s hand when he got close. “Papa, look, look! A green football! I get to eat a football!”
Adam crouched down beside him, an arm around his little tummy. “That’s not a football Joshie Bear, it’s a watermelon. It’s pink inside with black and white seeds. It’s sweet and juicy and a perfect snack for a hot summer day.”
Grandpa cut the refreshing fruit into wedges and handed it out. The kids found a patch of cool grass in the shade and carefully carried their treats over to it. The adults sat around the picnic table and chatted until they heard crying.
Kris ran to the kids. Joshie was screaming his head off and Hannah was patting his leg, frantically trying to get him to shut up.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Kris asked gently, sitting cross legged beside them.
Joshie climbed into his lap and hugged him. “I ate some seeds and Hannah said watermelons gonna grow in my tummy! I don’t want green footballs in my tummy!”
Kris rubbed his back, glaring at his daughter with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile.
“Whaaaat? It was just a joke. Sheesh!”
“Joshie. Joshie? Look at me sweetheart.” Joshie let go but stayed in his Daddy’s lap. Kris handed him a napkin and he blew his nose, giving it back to his Daddy. Kris pocketed it like it happened all the time - and it did. “Watermelons are not going to grow in your tummy because you ate some seeds. However, it’s not a good idea to eat any seeds unless Papa or I tell you its okay.”
“Like sunflower seeds?”
“Sunflower seeds are good, as long as you don’t eat the hard shell. There’s something much better to do with watermelon seeds. Hannah, care to share with your brother?”
“Spitting contest!”
Joshie looked at his sister with a serious pout. “Papa said we aren’t supposed to spit!”
“True,” Kris replied, “but we can spit watermelon seeds, see how far we can get them. Let me show you. Hannah, can you go to the table and get my watermelon?” She nodded and ran off. Kris got Joshie to his feet and Kris kneeled beside him. “Thanks Sweetpea. First, you take a bite and eat all the yummy flesh but keep the seeds in your mouth.” Kris took a bite, making exaggerated eating sounds and slurping. The kids laughed as he stuck out his tongue. “Sthee? Stheedths?” he declared. Boy it was hard to talk with your tongue stuck out. How does Adam sing like that? “Now, get it on the tip of your tongue, open your lips at little and blow!” Kris demonstrated and a black seed flew across the yard, disappearing in the grass.
“Wow Papa, you spit real good!”
“Your turn.”
Joshie’s first attempt stuck to his chin. The second one landed in his Daddy’s hair. Finally, on the third try, the seed took flight and disappeared in the grass.
Hannah hugged him tightly. “Joshie, you did it! My turn!”
Kris left the kids to their game and headed back to the adults. His parents had big grins on their faces as they stared at Adam. Kris sat down and saw his husband poking at pieces of watermelon in a Tupperware dish with a fork. He was shoveling it in his mouth like it was the last food on earth.
“Adam?”
Cheeks stuffed with fruit, Adam turned to him. His head was buzzing louder than the cicadas and he didn’t care. He pushed the dish over to him. “Baby, try this. It’s amaaaaazzzzzingggggg.”
Kris looked at the two chunks left in the huge dish. “Was this full?”
Adam blushed a little. “Oh. Sorry baby, just soooo good couldn’t stop. Want the rest?”
“Um, no I’m good. Mama, can I see you for a minute.”
“Sure sweetheart.”
Mother and son moved out of earshot, leaving Neil to watch over his son-in-law.
“Mama, is he eating what I think he’s eating?”
Kim nodded, grinning.
“Did you tell him what’s in it?”
Kim shook her head, grinning.
“Mama! Why the hell not?!”
“Language Kristopher. I thought he’d figured it out. I know it’s not a new flavor to him.”
Kris pointed at his husband, drinking the remaining liquid in the dish. “Obviously not! I can’t believe you gave that - all of that - to him and didn’t tell him what you did to it.” A hiccup interrupted them, followed by laughing. Kris started pacing. “My own mother got my husband drunk!”
“Now son, don’t exaggerate. He’s just a little tipsy, that’s all. Your Daddy’s barbecuing. Supper should be ready in an hour.”
He watched his mom head back into the house then Kris joined his inebriated spouse. Sure, Adam loved his martinis but how was he suppose to know his mother-in-law marinated watermelon in orange flavored vodka.
Kris watched Adam licking the fork like a lollipop and sighed. So much for that ass kissing tonight.
Series: A Year in the Life
Date: August 3rd - National Watermelon Day
author: cunningdeb
Rating: G
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: The family enjoys watermelon on a hot summer day in Arkansas.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction.
Warning: excessive cuteness
Part of my Allen-Lambert universe. Hannah is 9 years old and Joshie is 4 years old. Cameos by Grandma and Grandpa Allen.
Just a fun note: the game the kids are playing was one I played when I was their age. Heard that buzz outside my window writing this and it brought back the memory. :)
--*--
The late afternoon heat hung heavy in the air. Kris and Adam had tried to limit the kids’ activities outside, not wanting them to overheat, but Grandpa Allen had a surprise in store for them and Grandma insisted it had to be enjoyed outside.
While their parents stretched out together in the hammock, Hannah and Joshie ran around their grandparent’s backyard, pretending the buzzing cicadas were aliens looking for them. Each time the song stopped, they came out of hiding and when the noise got louder, they hid behind trees or under the picnic table or chairs so the aliens wouldn’t see them.
“Did you really play this game when you were a kid?” Adam asked, watching his children go nuts.
“Yup. Danny and I looked forward to it every summer.”
“You were weird kids.”
“We were kids period.”
“Okay you two, up and Adam - Adam,” Neil called out, laughing at his own joke. “Time for that treat. Hannah! Joshie! Get your bums over here!”
Kris got off the hammock so quickly, it tipped and dumped Adam on the hard ground. Kris swallowed the laugh about to burst out of his lips after seeing his husband’s not so amused face. “Sorry lover, I’ve been looking forward to this since Dad mentioned it.”
Adam took Kris’ offered hand and got up. “Whatever it is, it better be worth a bruised ass.”
Kris leaned in and whispered, “I’ll kiss it and make it better tonight.”
“Now that’s what I call something to look forward to.”
“Daddy! Papa! Hurry up, its watermelon!”
By the time they reached the picnic table, Grandpa was slicing the huge watermelon with an equally huge knife and Grandma was handing out paper plates and napkins.
Joshie reached out and grabbed Adam’s hand when he got close. “Papa, look, look! A green football! I get to eat a football!”
Adam crouched down beside him, an arm around his little tummy. “That’s not a football Joshie Bear, it’s a watermelon. It’s pink inside with black and white seeds. It’s sweet and juicy and a perfect snack for a hot summer day.”
Grandpa cut the refreshing fruit into wedges and handed it out. The kids found a patch of cool grass in the shade and carefully carried their treats over to it. The adults sat around the picnic table and chatted until they heard crying.
Kris ran to the kids. Joshie was screaming his head off and Hannah was patting his leg, frantically trying to get him to shut up.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Kris asked gently, sitting cross legged beside them.
Joshie climbed into his lap and hugged him. “I ate some seeds and Hannah said watermelons gonna grow in my tummy! I don’t want green footballs in my tummy!”
Kris rubbed his back, glaring at his daughter with a raised eyebrow and a crooked smile.
“Whaaaat? It was just a joke. Sheesh!”
“Joshie. Joshie? Look at me sweetheart.” Joshie let go but stayed in his Daddy’s lap. Kris handed him a napkin and he blew his nose, giving it back to his Daddy. Kris pocketed it like it happened all the time - and it did. “Watermelons are not going to grow in your tummy because you ate some seeds. However, it’s not a good idea to eat any seeds unless Papa or I tell you its okay.”
“Like sunflower seeds?”
“Sunflower seeds are good, as long as you don’t eat the hard shell. There’s something much better to do with watermelon seeds. Hannah, care to share with your brother?”
“Spitting contest!”
Joshie looked at his sister with a serious pout. “Papa said we aren’t supposed to spit!”
“True,” Kris replied, “but we can spit watermelon seeds, see how far we can get them. Let me show you. Hannah, can you go to the table and get my watermelon?” She nodded and ran off. Kris got Joshie to his feet and Kris kneeled beside him. “Thanks Sweetpea. First, you take a bite and eat all the yummy flesh but keep the seeds in your mouth.” Kris took a bite, making exaggerated eating sounds and slurping. The kids laughed as he stuck out his tongue. “Sthee? Stheedths?” he declared. Boy it was hard to talk with your tongue stuck out. How does Adam sing like that? “Now, get it on the tip of your tongue, open your lips at little and blow!” Kris demonstrated and a black seed flew across the yard, disappearing in the grass.
“Wow Papa, you spit real good!”
“Your turn.”
Joshie’s first attempt stuck to his chin. The second one landed in his Daddy’s hair. Finally, on the third try, the seed took flight and disappeared in the grass.
Hannah hugged him tightly. “Joshie, you did it! My turn!”
Kris left the kids to their game and headed back to the adults. His parents had big grins on their faces as they stared at Adam. Kris sat down and saw his husband poking at pieces of watermelon in a Tupperware dish with a fork. He was shoveling it in his mouth like it was the last food on earth.
“Adam?”
Cheeks stuffed with fruit, Adam turned to him. His head was buzzing louder than the cicadas and he didn’t care. He pushed the dish over to him. “Baby, try this. It’s amaaaaazzzzzingggggg.”
Kris looked at the two chunks left in the huge dish. “Was this full?”
Adam blushed a little. “Oh. Sorry baby, just soooo good couldn’t stop. Want the rest?”
“Um, no I’m good. Mama, can I see you for a minute.”
“Sure sweetheart.”
Mother and son moved out of earshot, leaving Neil to watch over his son-in-law.
“Mama, is he eating what I think he’s eating?”
Kim nodded, grinning.
“Did you tell him what’s in it?”
Kim shook her head, grinning.
“Mama! Why the hell not?!”
“Language Kristopher. I thought he’d figured it out. I know it’s not a new flavor to him.”
Kris pointed at his husband, drinking the remaining liquid in the dish. “Obviously not! I can’t believe you gave that - all of that - to him and didn’t tell him what you did to it.” A hiccup interrupted them, followed by laughing. Kris started pacing. “My own mother got my husband drunk!”
“Now son, don’t exaggerate. He’s just a little tipsy, that’s all. Your Daddy’s barbecuing. Supper should be ready in an hour.”
He watched his mom head back into the house then Kris joined his inebriated spouse. Sure, Adam loved his martinis but how was he suppose to know his mother-in-law marinated watermelon in orange flavored vodka.
Kris watched Adam licking the fork like a lollipop and sighed. So much for that ass kissing tonight.