The man slowly turned the page, trying to keep his attention on the newspaper. Halfway through some article about a football match he silently looked up. He sighed as he saw that the boy was still moping on the chair in front of him. He scrunched his forehead as he contemplated the whole problem again.
"Come on Brian, stop sulking," the older man said, making the other look up. The boy looked into the similar chocolate brown eyes, scowling.
"But dad," he whined, " it's not fair!"
"I know it isn't, but there's nothing I can do about it," the father replied softly. He put the paper down and put his full attention to his second son. "It was your mothers decision, I can't just go against it."
"Yes you can, you're not even married anymore!" Brian yelled, his eyes blazing with anger. This entire situation wasn't fair in his eyes, why did he have to go through this?
Brian Sr. glared at his son, reprimanding him for his outburst, but not that he thought it would help. "Even so, she's your mom, and so she has the right to make this decision," he said sternly.
"But it's my life! And I love him!" the youngest yelled. He brushed his hand through his hair in frustration as he glared at one of the roadblocks to his love.
"I know you love him, Brian. And I see no problem with it, but your mom apparently does." The man sighed, and rubbed his finger over his forehead, trying to cease the wrinkles. "Maybe she wouldn't be this apprehensive if she didn't have to find it out by seeing you making out with him. You should have just told her."
"I was going to… someday." The boy looked away, staring at his own feet, which were hunched up on the couch. He slowly wiggled his toes, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I was just scared that this would happen."
The man sighed as he looked at the miserable form of his 17 year old son. He hated to see him like this. "Fine. I'll talk to your mom again," he murmured softly. "But in return you'll have to do house chores for a month." He had thought that this would change his sons mind, knowing that he hated doing chores. But instead his face lighted up and he happily agreed.
Not soon after the conversation the teenager went upstairs, soft notes resounding through the house once again from his guitar. Brian Sr. groaned as he thought about the hellish conversation he was going to have to go through. But he was willing to do anything for his son if it made him happy. Even if that meant he had to let him go and let him love another boy. Although he had to agree his son and the green-eyed boy looked oddly good together.
The man stopped his musings as he heard soft padded footsteps coming his way. He smiled as he saw his 2 year old daughter waggle towards him, wanting attention. "Come on McKenna, let's have some fun." He would call his ex-wife later.