This is a prompt fill from the BT prompt call.
Fuck that. I'm gonna get drunker and make them regret they EVER put me at the kids table. I'm a MAN. –blackgem88
Kids Table
Her boyfriend is a big baby.
It's not that Rachel hasn't known this before this moment in time; it's not really even a surprise. But as Noah sits at the small fold up picnic table, his lip pouted out, and his hands crossed the statement is truer than ever. It's the middle of August and the heat outside makes it almost unbearable for them to even be outside. But its Dad and Daddy Berry's anniversary and this is what they wanted; a yard full of people, some grilled food, and some beer.
Noah turns to look at her, his eyes all sad and puppy like as tilts his head back and takes a long draw from his drink. "Baby," he calls to her through the crowd of people. She maneuvers her way over to him, sitting on the edge of his knee, her hands lacing around his neck.
"Yes, Noah," she replies smiling at the Parson's girl who is sitting on the other side of the table; the girls eyes are fixated on Noah as she tugs at the ends of her two small braids. "Hello Callie," she whispers to the girl. She wiggles her fingers a little bit and watches the girl hop up and go running across the yard towards her parents. "Must be shy," she murmurs.
"I'm at the kids table, baby." Noah pouts. She looks at the small bench he is currently sitting on and tries not to laugh at how big he looks in comparison to the small table behind him. "They put me at the fucking kids table."
Rachel brings her hand up to cup it over his mouth, shooting him a dirty glare in the process. "Language, Noah." She finds herself scolding him as she looks at the three year old sitting at the end of the bench, a worm in his hand. "You told me that you weren't even sure you could make it. You know how much time Dad and Daddy put into this thing making sure that everyone was seated next to someone they could get along with. They are not going to undo all that planning just because you decided to grace us with your presence."
He lets out a small scoff and tips his head back draining his beer. She reaches over and grabs the empty bottle out of his hand, her eyes scanning him nervously. "How many of these have you had?" When he shrugs his shoulders in response she lets out a small tisk and hops up off of his lap. "You will not be imbedding in any more alcohol tonight, Noah. This party is important to my fathers and as such is important to me."
Noah crosses his arms, his eyebrow rising in challenge at her words. He looks at the children sitting around him and mutters under his breath. "I'm surrounded by midgets." If he wasn't being such a child about the whole situation she might find it kind of funny or endearing. Instead it's just pissing her off.
"Please stop being difficult," she whispers. "I have enough on my plate without having to worry about you too."
"Fuck that," he mutters hopping up and making his way to the open bar. He grabs another beer and holds it up in front of her twisting the cap open. "I'm gonna get drunker and make them regret they EVER put me at the kids table." He throws his head back, taking three large gulps before he looks up into her eyes. "I'm a MAN, damn it."
She feels the scoff leave her lips as she shakes her head, slightly upset by his behavior. "You know what, Noah?" she replies as she looks at him through slit eyes. "You're completely right, you are a man." She turns to walk away from him and it's then that he realizes he's probably in trouble. She whips around when she gets a few steps away, her mouth set in a line. "You'll be such a big, strong man when you sleep by yourself on the couch tonight."
There is a small litany of curse words building up in his brain and all he can think is that he has somehow fucked himself over and he probably won't get laid for at least a week. Rachel walks over to the table and picks up one of the two small boys still there. She has a tight smile on her face; one that he knows is totally fake. He looks at the tuff of brown hair on the kid for a moment wondering if it's the same one he just saw eat his own boogers.
When she kisses the boy on the mouth, he really doesn't want to find out.
For the next hour she purposely avoids him. She goes around talking to all of her fathers friends, making sure to say hello to each person she passes. He doesn't really know anyone at this party, other than her and her fathers, so he ends up sitting by himself and just watching her work the lawn. The small girl, the one Rachel thought was so shy, comes up and hops into a chair next to him. She bangs her feet against the legs and he can hear her singing softly under her breath.
The brat's kinda cute, he has to admit.
"Hi," she finally whispers as she looks up at him with these huge eyes. He can't help but smile at the adorableness a little bit and he finds himself turning towards her.
"Hi," he whispers back smiling as she lets out a small squeak. "I'm Noah." She waves her hand in the air and he can't help but chuckle a bit at the whole situation. The girl keeps looking between him and Rachel and he can tell that the wheels are turning in her little brain.
"Are you and Rachel married?" the girl questions softly. A blush floods her cheeks and she kind of fiddles with her hands in her lap. "Rachel's pretty."
He can already see where this conversation is going, but he also knows that most of the other kids are ignoring her and this party has to be boring the hell out of her. "Nope," he replies shrugging his shoulders, "not married to Rachel. And yes, she is very pretty."
The little girl looks up at him all innocent and he knows the question she is going to ask before she even thinks it. "Am I pretty?" the little girl inquires as she straightens out the hem on her dress. She has this bright blonde hair and these pretty green eyes and fuck it all she kind of reminds him of Beth.
"Very pretty," he whispers. She looks up at him with this huge fucking smile on her face and then Rachel is standing in front of him, her eyes all fucking big and bright.
"Hi baby," he snarks. He's biting his lip trying to keep from laughing at the expression on her face.
"Noah can I talk to you inside for a moment," she lets out this noise and he can't help but smirk when he hears it. He knows that noise. It's his fucking noise. She grabs his hand and pulls him up from the chair and her face is red and she's biting the side of her lip and he knows what that shit means.
Before she can pull him away he finds himself leaning down, dropping a quick kiss on the top of the little girls head. "Thanks Callie," he whispers with a wink.