This update took a little longer than I thought because I couldn't find a good place to end it. But I'm bored in the hospital for the third time this week, so maybe i'll have another swift update. So here it is.

Support

Work was boring, but thankfully it was almost over. He was trying to successfully pay attention to his current project, but it was almost impossible to with everything he had on his mind. He answered the next call and was waiting for another dull conversation, with a random person telling him off about how it was impossible for their bank account to be overdrawn because of some bull shit reason. He greeted the caller with his name and the name of his work place like he was used to and was ready for some complaint about something.

Caller: "Hey there Kiddo, it sounds like you're having a ball."

Him: "Is that you old man?"

Caller: "Of course it is? Who else would it be."

Him: "I don't know, maybe a customer. Does that mean you're coming home?"

Caller: "I might already be here, maybe even in the area. Can you take a break?"

Him: "Now? Yeah, give me a minute."

Caller: "I'm parked outside, hurry up."

He told his boss he was going to take a quick break before he took the door to the parking lot, he walked past his car to the black one he immediately recognized as his fathers. He climbed in the passenger seat and smiled at the older version of himself. "Hey pop, how are ya?" they shared a quick hug before he answered him. "Tired, I just got in." It was hard to believe the last time he saw his father was around six months ago. They occasionally talked on the phone, or texted but seeing him in person was totally different.

They walked to the coffee shop across the street to try to catch up in the short time they had. "Are you coming home tonight?" he asked his father finally after hearing about his trip and how long he was going to be home for. "I was going to work through the night, but a good nights sleep in my bed sounds a lot better." He yawned rubbing his hand through his hair which was turning grey from age.

"So anything new son? How's school? Work? The girlfriend?" He took a sip of his coffee, happy to see his son doing so well on his own. "School's still boring, work equally boring." He sighed before he answered the last question, his father looked up from his cup wondering what was worrying him. He knew the minute his father got home he was going to notice something was off, he was just as observant as him, so he might as well tell him now.

He was trying to think of the best way to break the news to him, and being straight forward with him was always the best option. "How's my future daughter in law doing? She still whipping you into shape?" He laughed at his father's statement. She always did keep him in line, he was a pretty laid back guy, but sometimes his temper got the best of him. There were plenty of times when she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of fights, to avoid another strike at school.

He had to do the same sometimes, she never got into fights with girls, or even guys her own size. She would find the biggest dude to piss off, and give him a swift kick to the nuts to bring him to his knees and bloody his nose. More than one occasion he had to throw her over his shoulder and tell her to behave herself. She would always complain about how she didn't want to be man handled and if he didn't put her down that she'd kick his ass too. He always would distract her rage with a kiss, tell her he loved her, and that it just wasn't worth it.

"You're going to be a grandpa." He laughed at the expression on his fathers face. He looked completely dumbfounded and he dropped the muffin he was just nibbling on. "My son… A father? What the hell kid, that's something you could of mentioned." He laughed and went back to nibbling on his muffin, studying his sons expression. "Trust me, you're the first to know, we only found out a couple weeks ago." He laughed again. "Me a grandpa? If your mom were here, she'd be ecstatic." He thought about how much his mom loved kids and he was right, she'd be jumping for joy, if she were still alive for this. "Yeah she would." He agreed after thinking about it.

Their conversation was cut short when he had to head back to work. "You know, son I love you… And I love her, and I already love this baby. You kids are all the family I have left. So if you ever need anything don't hesitate to ask." He put a hand on his shoulder to stop him before he walked back into work. "C'mon Dad. I know that, don't get all mushy on me." He didn't want to admit it, but hearing his fathers words did make him feel better, he hadn't realized how worried he really was until his father called him on it.

"You know you love it." He hugged his son knowing how he felt about him getting all lovable with him in public. "Now give your old man a kiss." He went from putting up with his Fathers overly emotional self, to trying to get as far away as possible. "I'm not ten anymore! That is not okay dad!" His dad was practically chasing him back into work trying to lay one on him. "Oh come on it's not that weird, its just a kiss." He knew his dad was just picking on him, but he wasn't going to risk being kissed by another man in public, father or not.

He finally made it through the front door of the building and they both calmed down immediately. "Go on home dad, and if you try to kiss me there, i'll knock your teeth out." He hugged him good bye, and tried to go back to concentration on his work. He felt like a huge weight was suddenly lifted off of his shoulders, and slightly disturbed at the same time. As embarrassing as that man was, he was always supportive no matter what.

Like the time he came home when a piercing in his tongue and his school flipped out about it. He told his school it was a part of their heritage and showed them his matching one. Or a couple years ago when he cut off all of his hair and it looked horrible, he helped him fix it late that night so he wouldn't have to go to school with the worst hair cut in history. Or when his mom died and he wanted to get a memorial tattooed on his arm like his dad did. He argued with the owner of the shop for a half hour about how if his thirteen year old son wants a tattoo he should be able to get it.

There were somethings he shouldn't have been so supportive of, like the tattoo. But it was just his way of showing he cared, he even stood up to his girlfriends father for him when he was fifteen. He wanted to kick his ass for kissing his daughter. That was probably one of the most embarrassing moments in his life. Saying things like "at least his pants were still on." And "if you ever catch him with his pants off, I'll kill him myself." He was able to calm the other man down until they were ready to leave and he told him to "Kiss your little girl friend good bye." causing another fight Definitely one of the times his fathers support got out of control.

Once again thank you for all the alerts, reviews, and favorites. There kind of like a kick in the butt to keep my updates coming. I honestly just wing it 99 percent of the time. I've been trying to keep every chapter between 1000-1500 words, thats like my comfort zone. I'm rambling when I could be working on the next update. Sorry! -Chesxca