Friday at the sandbox - Epilogue "My two dads"
Summary - Modern day AU/AU. Ennis, Jack, kids, a playground...
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words.
Feedback - yes please!
Bobby painted a picture...
So here it is, the last part of the (almost) endless drabble... I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Thanks again for all the wonderful comments - they mean more to me than I can say :) I plan to hang around these parts for a while, so hope see you all soon!
Two guys living together? Not so unusual in this day and age.
Two guys with three part time kids? More unusual. People still look at us funny sometimes, but you learn to live with it. We’re happy, so screw them.
The new house is pretty cool. Ennis sold his apartment by the lake and our old house ended up being sold too. We all live together on the weekends. It gets a bit crazy sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure, things were tough to begin with. Some of the kids at school said hurtful things, but then kids are kids and do eventually grow up. Apparently.
We used to go to the playground all the time, the five of us. The sandbox remained a favorite place to hang out until Junior got too old, or too cool, or too something. She got a crush on a guy who worked at Abercrombie & Fitch in the mall. The whole house smelled of that damned cologne for weeks. Ugh.
I’m leaving for college today. Yeah. Me. Far out, huh? Don’t know how I got here or what I’m gonna do with myself after. Ennis said he’d drive me there. I said I was more than capable of driving myself, but when Ennis gets an idea into his head there’s not much point in arguing.
Sure, I’m looking forward to going away, but I’m really gonna miss everyone. Don’t tell them this - but I love my crazy family.
Junior and Jenny? Well. They’ll get more time in the bathroom without me there and I won’t have to listen to them bitching about who should’ve won Project Runway. Like I give a shit.
Ennis and my dad? They’ll do just fine. They always do. They’ll grab some beers and talk about ‘the good old times’. Reckon they think us kids don’t have memories.
“You ready, Bobby?”
I finish shoving stuff into my backpack and turn to see Ennis lurking at my bedroom door. “Yeah. I’m done here.”
He pats my shoulder and follows me down the stairs, where my dad is waiting for me.
“Take care, bud,” he says, hugging me tight and slapping my back hard enough to make me cough. “Call us if you need anything. Ok?”
I pull away and see Ennis stroke my dad’s cheek. Sappy, but it makes me smile.
“Want me to pick anything up?” I hear Ennis ask him as I head for the door.
Dad thinks for a moment. “Maybe. You going anywhere near a Starbucks?”
I snort and dump my bag in the car.
Coffee and cake. Some things never change.
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THE END
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ETA - In my excitement in posting the final part, I forgot to add the photos of Dad!Jack and Dad!Ennis.
Click below to see them - Roby, I hope you approve!!
http://annabirmingham.livejournal.com/33283.html
Warnings - none
Length - c400 words.
Feedback - yes please!
Bobby painted a picture...
So here it is, the last part of the (almost) endless drabble... I hope you guys had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. Thanks again for all the wonderful comments - they mean more to me than I can say :) I plan to hang around these parts for a while, so hope see you all soon!
Two guys living together? Not so unusual in this day and age.
Two guys with three part time kids? More unusual. People still look at us funny sometimes, but you learn to live with it. We’re happy, so screw them.
The new house is pretty cool. Ennis sold his apartment by the lake and our old house ended up being sold too. We all live together on the weekends. It gets a bit crazy sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure, things were tough to begin with. Some of the kids at school said hurtful things, but then kids are kids and do eventually grow up. Apparently.
We used to go to the playground all the time, the five of us. The sandbox remained a favorite place to hang out until Junior got too old, or too cool, or too something. She got a crush on a guy who worked at Abercrombie & Fitch in the mall. The whole house smelled of that damned cologne for weeks. Ugh.
I’m leaving for college today. Yeah. Me. Far out, huh? Don’t know how I got here or what I’m gonna do with myself after. Ennis said he’d drive me there. I said I was more than capable of driving myself, but when Ennis gets an idea into his head there’s not much point in arguing.
Sure, I’m looking forward to going away, but I’m really gonna miss everyone. Don’t tell them this - but I love my crazy family.
Junior and Jenny? Well. They’ll get more time in the bathroom without me there and I won’t have to listen to them bitching about who should’ve won Project Runway. Like I give a shit.
Ennis and my dad? They’ll do just fine. They always do. They’ll grab some beers and talk about ‘the good old times’. Reckon they think us kids don’t have memories.
“You ready, Bobby?”
I finish shoving stuff into my backpack and turn to see Ennis lurking at my bedroom door. “Yeah. I’m done here.”
He pats my shoulder and follows me down the stairs, where my dad is waiting for me.
“Take care, bud,” he says, hugging me tight and slapping my back hard enough to make me cough. “Call us if you need anything. Ok?”
I pull away and see Ennis stroke my dad’s cheek. Sappy, but it makes me smile.
“Want me to pick anything up?” I hear Ennis ask him as I head for the door.
Dad thinks for a moment. “Maybe. You going anywhere near a Starbucks?”
I snort and dump my bag in the car.
Coffee and cake. Some things never change.
****
THE END
****
ETA - In my excitement in posting the final part, I forgot to add the photos of Dad!Jack and Dad!Ennis.
Click below to see them - Roby, I hope you approve!!
http://annabirmingham.livejournal.com/33283.html