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“Why are we at the mall?” Sebastian asked, sighing heavily as he placed their tray down at the small food court table.
“Well, we,” Mikey said, stressing the second word as she gestured between her and his father who was doing his best not to smile, “are spending a lovely evening at the mall. I’m not sure what you’re doing here to be honest,” she added with a sad shake of her head and a pitying look that had him narrowing his eyes on the little brat.
“I’m spending quality time with my father,” he said with a glare as he grabbed his drink off the tray.
“Doing what?” she asked, blinking innocently as she grabbed one of his fries and popped it in her mouth.
Narrowing his eyes on her, he grabbed her burger as he said, “Guy stuff.”
“What did he do to piss you off this time?” Uncle Trevor asked as they watched Sebastian storm out of the house.
“I don’t remember,” Mikey said, pursing her lips up as she thought it over only to shrug.
“You’re evil,” Uncle Trevor said with a rueful smile and a shake of his head as they watched as Sebastian’s eyes narrowed on them.
“I know,” Mikey said, nodding solemnly as Sebastian stormed over to the truck.
“You really enjoy tormenting my son, don’t you?” Uncle Trevor asked with a curious look in his eye.
“What are you doing here?” Jonathan asked, shooting him a questioning look as he dropped his backpack by the door before throwing himself across Sebastian’s bed.
“I live here,” Sebastian pointed out as he shifted his search to under his bed.
“Barely,” Jonathan said before asking, “What are you looking for?”
“Something to read,” he said, sighing heavily as he shoved another stack of books that he’d already read aside and decided to take another look at the books on his desk.
“Why didn’t you go to the library?”
“Because it’s closed today,” he said as he went through the books on his desk, hoping to find something that he’d missed earlier.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Eric asked, not bothering to open his eyes as Nathan sat down next to him.
Instead of answering him, Nathan tossed his phone with their mother’s most recent email opened on his brother’s lap even as he continued to glare at the reason why he’d come down here at two in the morning. Frowning, Eric picked up his phone and-
“Oh,” his brother said, slowly exhaling as he read through the message, nodded, and said, “You’re fucked.”
“Tell me something that I don’t know,” Nathan said, taking his phone back so that could slide it back in his pocket.
“Does she know?” Eric asked as he threw Tara a curious look.
“Am I a joke to you?” Jason demanded as he looked at the small pile of gifts that his children had given him.
“What’s wrong?” Joshua asked, frowning down at the signed Yankees baseball cap that he’d given his father.
“I thought you wanted a new briefcase,” Elizabeth said, gesturing towards the gift she’d given him.
“And you thought I could be bought off?” Jason asked in disgust as he folded his arms over his chest and shook his head in disgust as his children stood next to his bed, looking at a loss at what to do, which only infuriated him more, because they knew damn well what they should have done.
“What are we doing?” Matt asked around a handful of potato chips as he hopped up onto the kitchen counter.
“Waiting,” Reed said, slowly exhaling a shaky breath as he sat there, staring at the closed kitchen door as he drummed his fingertips against the kitchen table until he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Waiting for what?” Matt asked, popping a chip in his mouth with a bored sigh as Reed paced the kitchen, trying not to get his hopes up.
“Why is Reed sending me threatening text messages?” Matt murmured, sounding amused as he read the latest string of text messages that Reed, who she’d liked to point out had been passed out from exhaustion when she’d snuck out, had been sending since they’d left.
“Because he hates you?” Joey suggested, blinking innocently even as she couldn’t help but wonder how she was going to pull this off without Matt finding out what she was doing.
He should probably pretend that he didn’t see her, Matt thought as he watched his sister-in-law stumble her way along the dimly lit driveway and if it hadn’t been two in the morning, he probably would have done just that.
“What are you doing?” Matt asked as he watched Joey stumble over a small twig, righted herself, cleared her throat, and threw a helpless look at her car as she mumbled, “Nothing.”
“Shhhh, my show’s about to start,” Jason said as he tossed a handful of peanut butter M&Ms, peanut butter M&Ms because he felt that they went better with Game of Thrones than Reese’s Pieces, as Haley sat there, glaring at the large bastard that was quickly ruining what she’d waited two years for.
“I-I will kill you,”she barely managed to get through the rage that had been building over the past seven weeks since the man that she was seriously considering smothering with a pillow decided that Game of Thrones was his favorite show.
“Daddy, there’s something wrong with Happy,” Mikey whispered urgently as she pulled on his arm.
“What’s going on?” Reese asked, allowing himself to be pulled out of bed as he struggled to wake up and make sense out of what was going on even as he remembered to grab the small white box with a tiny green ribbon tied around it out of his nightstand and left it on his pillow in case his wife woke up while he was gone.
“Please!” Mikey whispered, her voice breaking at the end as she pulled him towards his bedroom door.