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From Day to Day
Chapter Twenty One: Tofurkey's a Funny Word
To be honest, Havoc was absolutely surprised. He expected to come home from work to drop his bags and start his second job: Thanksgiving dinner. He didn't exactly expect what he found when he walked through the door. It should've struck him as odd when Fuery had decided to stay home that day, due to a minor headache.
"What is that?"
"It's dinner."
The large, white…thing in the center of the table, however, disagreed by jiggling slightly as Havoc walked over to the dining room.
"No, it's not. What is it?"
"Jean, I know you're not going blind."
"But why do we have a Tofurkey on our table?!" Havoc cried.
"Because it was the one thing that didn't decide to kill the kitchen."
"You could've just let me do all the cooking, like usual!"
"But I wanted to do something different, Jean!"
A thump and a moan was heard from the living room.
"And you're letting our baby girl have sex in the living room, all the while?!"
"Well, I don't mind."
"Great, first a tofurkey and now this. What's the world coming to?" Havoc grumbled.
"Apocalypse, it always is." Fuery replied nonchalantly, "And besides, I want grandchildren."
"But they're not even married yet!"
"It's not like we were married when we—"
"But that's different!"
"Right, because we can't get pregnant, now sit your ass down so we can eat."
"But it's—"
"Sit."
"Fine, I'll go get everyone else then," Havoc grumbled.
As Havoc peered over the couch, he had found his daughter and her boyfriend on the floor trying to suffocate each other with their lips.
"Hey kids, care to join us for some tofurkey and the rest of Thanksgiving dinner wherever it went?" Havoc grinned dangerously, giving the poor boy an if-you-don't-get-off-my-daughter-you-will-be-replacing-our-turkey look.
For Thanksgiving Day, here's another one. Hope you guys like it.