Hi everyone. I hope you all are doing well during this crazy and unpredictable time. Thankfully (depending how you view it) I work in healthcare and am able to leave my home to work. However, I am used to spending weekends and evening with friends and loved ones. In an effort to take my mind off my own situation; I displaced my anxiety, frustration, and irritability onto the Winchesters. I tried to imagine how the family might react if they were on "stay at home" orders as much of the country is.
Stay safe everyone.
It was three days into the statewide lockdown. The Winchesters were adjusting to the new routine and trying to establish some normalcy. The school district had either sent home packets to be completed or were utilizing cyber learning. Uncle Sam had taken it upon himself to aid in all the kid's education. Much to their annoyance. Briella thought he was unreasonable when it came to education before; now he was bordering on unbearable. He was also working from home and had designated the kitchen table as the official "workspace".
The elementary school had sent home packets of work to be completed each week. The parents were to either mail it back or place it in a mail slot at the school once completed. The high school had set up virtual academies, where teachers recorded lectures and gave online assignments. They offered to send a laptop to any families in need, but Sam declined the offer. Meaning Brayden and Briella were forced to share the family's laptop. Briella argued she should be allowed to use her tablet, but the software was not available on mobile devices. The other computer was Sam's work laptop and due to sensitive information, never to be touched by the kids. Which, again, Briella thought was stupid. Sam hovered over them while they worked. It wasn't like they would be able to see anything anyway.
As annoyed as she was, however, Briella did her work each morning without complaint. It was only about two hours worth of assignments and could be done at one's own pace. She preferred getting it over with first thing in the morning and not having to stress about it. Currently, she was laying on the couch Facetimeing her friends.
"Tell your brother to hurry up and get on." Aria urged.
Briella laughed, "He just started school stuff. He's gonna be awhile."
"Tell him to do it after." Another friend, Carson, prompted.
"Can't. Uncle Sam won't let us have electronics until all our schoolwork is done."
Brayden must have overheard the conversation, "I'm going as fast as I can!" He yelled over his shoulder.
Sam responded, "You will take your time and do it correctly or you won't get your phone at all. Now focus on the computer and quit worrying about them."
Brayden grumbled a "yessir".
"It's not my fault you waited until now to do it." Sam said moving back to stand behind his son.
With some aggression, Brayden answered his uncle, "Yeah and it's not my fault she got to the computer first!"
"Don't even start Brayden. Briella was done by 11:00. It's 12:15 now. You had plenty of time."
Briella thought about standing up for her brother. While it was true she got off the computer around 11, Brayden didn't really have time to get on considering Uncle Sam asked him to help cook lunch for everyone. Briella talked herself out of it though; Uncle Sam looked cranky and pissing him off would just make it worse for Brayden. It's not like Briella pointing out why he's wrong would let Brayden off any quicker.
Briella and her friends continued with their video call. Schools had been closed for a week and a half now and Briella was grateful for the opportunity to laugh with friends. Sure it wasn't as good as being together, but video chatting was better than nothing.
A loud smack from the kitchen area caused the video chat to go silent for a moment. "What was that?" Lily asked, cautiously.
Briella turned to look over the couch and saw her cousin standing next to the table, rubbing his butt.
"That is enough Colton. Sit down and finish the assignment. You have less than a page to go." Uncle Sam was talking sternly.
Colton complied, but bent his leg so his butt wouldn't be on the hard surface. Briella turned back and addressed the group on her tablet. "I think Colton got spanked."
Aria spoke then, "Awe poor Colt. Is he okay? What happened?"
"Dunno. I wasn't paying attention. But he's been fighting my uncle about doing work all day. I'm surprised he only got it now."
The group was distracted once more as Sam's loud voice echoed into the living room. "Brayden! What do you think you're doing? Do you wanna get smacked too? Log off. NOW."
"Uh oh." Briella commented, "I think Bray's getting it now. Maybe I should go."
Luke spoke up, "No way. This is entertaining."
"What'd he do?" Aria asked, concerned.
Briella turned once more to look into the kitchen, she turned the camera on the video call to record her brother. Sam was standing next to Brayden, arms crossed and a look of annoyance on his face. "You know the rules. You lost phone privileges for the day."
"What? Come on. That's not fair!" Brayden fired back.
"I'm not the one who broke the rules!" Sam yelled.
"I didn't break any stupid rules. You said no electronics until after I finished cyber academy. You never said I couldn't message people."
"It was implied Brayden."
"Whatever." Brayden rolled his eyes. Briella's stomach dropped. You don't say 'whatever' to John, Dean, or Sam Winchester. She was waiting for the smack, thankfully it didn't come. Briella remembered she had the tablet facing the scene and turned back around. Just in case. She caught Sam grabbing Brayden by the shirt collar as she turned. Briella could hear her uncle telling off her brother; apparently he was grounded for the rest of the week and was at risk for some serious bodily harm.
"So." Carson broke the awkward silence, "Is your house always like that?"
"Basically."
Dad, Gramps, and Cecelia entered through the side door. The trio, well the adults anyway, were doing yard work. Cecilia was probably more of a bother than she was helpful, but it got her out of the house for a little. All the kids were starting to go stir-crazy; and all the adults were starting to get stressed and losing their patience quicker than usual. Which was a big deal because they hardly had any patience to begin with.
Cecelia bounced onto the couch next to Briella, earning a warning from Gramps about jumping on furniture.
"Can I talk?" She asked and Briella agreed, turning the tablet to face her cousin.
"Ella, did you finish your school stuff today?" Dad asked.
"Yeah." She said distractedly, attention on the tablet.
"Did you do your chores?"
"Yeah."
Dad and Gramps retreated to Uncle Sam's study to discuss a possible hunt. While the kids were kept informed and knew the basics of keeping themselves safe, they were often shielded from discussions on the topic. Brayden finished his work and sat next to his sister on the couch. Uncle Sam joined the rest of the family in his study.
Once the door clicked shut, Brayden addressed his friends on the video chat. "Hey guys."
"What up man?" Carson greeted.
Briella looked to her brother, "Why was Sam bitching?"
Brayden smiled as he answered, "I downloaded messenger on the computer."
"You're an idiot." Briella declared.
The group talked for some time after Brayden joined the conversation. The twins fully aware if Uncle Sam knew Brayden was participating, he'd be in trouble. The call eventually ended. By some miracle, they ended right on time, as the Winchester men came back into the living room a few moments later.
"What do you guys want for supper?" Dad asked the group. "I'm not sure what we have left. But there's probably some burger in there."
"I want tacos!" Colton exclaimed.
"Sounds delicious." Dad smiled as he moved to begin making the meal. "Bray, wash these dishes for me." Dad motioned towards the cutting board, knife, and plate he used to prepare the meal, sitting dirty in the sink.
Brayden sighed, "Why do I have to do it?"
"Because I asked you."
"Why can't Ella do it?"
"Brayden." Dad growled. "I won't ask again."
"Then don't." Brayden said hotly.
"Fine. You wanna give me attitude. You're grounded. Give me your phone."
"Sucks to be you. Uncle Sam already did."
Dad walked around the counter and towards his son, throwing a dish towel down as he moved.
Brayden didn't flinch as he spoke, "Not like it fucking matters. I can't do shit anyway."
Dad said nothing as he rolled Brayden to the side, exposing his rear end. Dad smacked his hand down a few times. "Keep it up and I promise you're gonna be going to bed with a sore ass. Now go do the dishes," he said allowing Brayden to stand.
Briella couldn't help but smirk at her brother's predicament. It seemed as though Brayden was always in some sort of trouble.
Dad looked at Briella, "If you think this is funny, you can join him being grounded."
"No, sir."
"Go see if Gramps needs help."
Gramps was staying with the family due to the shutdowns. They were forced to shut down their auto repair business for the time being and Dad and Uncle Sam convinced him to stay with the family. Gramps was getting antsy though and was finding projects around the house. Currently, he was going through the boxes in the basement. Briella hated it down there. It just made her uncomfortable. Dad knew this. So why did he make her go down there? It's not like her grandpa needed any help.
"Hi" she said approaching the bottom of the staircase. "Dad said to come help you."
Gramps grunted a response at first but then spoke verbally, "Whadya do?"
"Nothing!" Briella exclaimed. "Brayden was backtalking and I laughed when he got smacked. Dad got all pissy and told me to come help you."
Gramps smiled. "Well I certainly enjoy the company, even if you had to be forced to spend time with me."
"It's not that, Gramps. I just don't like it down here. It's cold and dark and smells funny."
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Come on, let's see if there's anything cool down here."
Briella actually enjoyed going through the boxes with her grandpa. They found old Christmas decorations and boxes of photo albums. Sam's wife loved taking pictures of the family. She insisted on getting every one printed and placed in an album. Briella and Gramps looked through the photos and reminisced on the memories.
"I miss her." Briella said sadly while holding a picture of Aunt Maysie and herself at an amusement park.
Gramps wrapped an arm around her shoulders and offered a tight squeeze. "Me too baby." He kissed the top of her head.
They continued to look through photo albums until Colton yelled down the stairs that dinner was ready. "Let's go eat, sweetheart. We can come back down tomorrow if you'd like?" Gramps offered.
"I'd like that." Briella smiled sincerely.
Upon entering the kitchen, Briella sensed something was off. Dad looked pissed, more pissed than usual. And Brayden was sitting at the table with his arms crossed and his face bordering on a pout.
Briella sat next to her brother, "You okay?"
"No. I'm not okay." He stared daggers at their father's back.
"What happened?"
"He fucking hit me again. For no reason!"
Dad turned then, holding the wooden spoon he was using to cook, in a threatening manner, "I smacked your ass because you purposefully splashed water at me! And if you keep up this attitude, I'm going to really spank it."
"What do you call the other two times?"
Dad shook his head, "A wake-up call. That apparently isn't working so well anymore."
Briella cut in, "Brayden quit being a dick to him and shut up before he gets even more mad and starts taking it out on us."
Brayden's sour mood continued throughout dinner, halting most conversation. Briella was becoming more annoyed with him by the minute. She hated being locked up inside too. But there wasn't anything they could do about it. Her caregivers were becoming increasingly short-tempered as the day progressed. By bedtime, Briella was concerned for the safety of everyone's ass.
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It was now day 6 of lockdown and all the Winchesters were on edge. They weren't used to being cooped up in their home; especially not all together. While the family loved one another, they tended to value their time alone. It didn't help that Brayden was grounded until tomorrow and even more bored and agitated. Briella made the comment yesterday that Brayden would be the one to get grounded during a grounding from the government. Apparently, Brayden didn't think her joke was very funny, as he threw his half eaten apple at her. Gramps growled something about wasting food and fighting then so they stopped teasing one another.
Today was a new day though. And Briella was determined not to let her family's contagious bad attitude get to her. It was Sunday so there wasn't any schoolwork to complete. That meant she had the entire day to do whatever she wanted; without constant nagging from Uncle Sam.
Whether it be directed at her or her siblings.
Briella decided she would try to brighten everyone's spirits by baking. Dad never turned down a sweet treat and if that is what he needed to not be a jerk all day then so be it. Yesterday was rough. Dad and Uncle Sam were dishing out demands left and right and threatening all kinds of punishments - mostly involving their hands and the kids' asses. Thankfully, Briella has so far managed to avoid any serious damage to her rear. Where it stood now, Brayden had his butt swatted at least once a day. Usually just a warning swat, or two, or four, but nonetheless painful. Uncle Sam had finally lost it for real two days ago when Colton once again put up a fight to do his work. After 4 hours of fighting, Uncle Sam pulled down his pants and spanked his ass right at the kitchen table. Colton howled and promised to never argue about homework again. Even Cecelia was subject to a few swats when she lied about cleaning up her toys in the backyard. Briella was the only child who hadn't received some hands on encouragement.
As Briella was baking, Carson text her and asked to video chat in private. The group of friends had been talking everyday, but the two of them had not yet talked alone. Briella still wasn't positive where she stood with Carson. While they flirted a lot, Carson had yet to officially ask her out.
"Wow. It smells delicious in here. What're you making?" Dad asked upon entering the kitchen.
"Some cupcakes." Briella smiled. "I made vanilla and chocolate. I just need to make the icing."
"Can't wait to try one." Dad said licking his finger after scraping it along the mixing bowl.
Dad noticed the tablet resting against the paper towel holder then. His face hardened slightly, "Hi, Carson." He said without emotion.
"Hey." Carson said shyly. Their last interaction was not a positive one, as Dad had to retrieve Briella from his house after she left without permission during a snow storm. That incident resulted in a very sore ass for Briella and Dad's less than stellar opinion of Carson. Briella had argued it wasn't his fault, as she agreed to go on her own, but Dad argued back, saying Carson shouldn't have even asked, knowing how bad the roads were. Briella had dropped the conversation after Dad threatened to spank her if she kept fighting with him; so the topic was never really resolved - in typically Winchester fashion.
Dad turned towards his daughter then, face hard and serious; a sharp contrast to when he first entered the kitchen excited for baked goods. "I don't want you on that thing all day. You've been talking to friends nonstop this week."
"Because there isn't anything else to do!" Briella said with a slight protest. Dad was only saying this because it was Carson. He didn't give a shit yesterday when her and Lily literally talked from breakfast to dinner.
"Obviously there is." He gestured to the mess of dishes in the sink and various ingredients spread across the counter. "You can always do some laundry or clean your room."
"Or I can keep talking." Briella knew she was giving attitude.
Dad took a half step forward then. "Little girl, you better remember who you are talking to. Unless you want to spend the day staring at your bedroom wall, I suggest you drop the sass."
Briella did not want that. "Yes sir. Sorry."
Dad nodded. "And this kitchen better not be a disaster when you're done."
"It won't." She promised.
Thankfully Dad left through the back door. He, Uncle Sam, Gramps and Brayden were taking the time off to build a new deck off the back door and were kept basically occupied during the day. That meant Briella was responsible for Cecelia and Colton, but they were happy to play with toys or jump on the trampoline. At least it was warm outside.
Shyly, Briella returned to the tablet, "Sorry about that."
"It's okay. We can hang up. I don't want you to get in trouble."
"No it's okay. He's gonna be busy outside all day anyway."
"Okay." Carson smiled.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Briella relocated to the couch. She wanted the privacy of her bedroom to continue her video chat with Carson, but needed to be able to check in on her cousins. Both of which were watching tv currently, after exhausting themselves playing outside. Briella propped herself up on the arm rest with a comfy pillow and bent her knees, resting the tablet on them.
The boys working on the deck came through the backdoor, covered in mud, sweat, and other grossness.
Apparently Uncle Sam had said something to her but she hadn't heard him, as Briella was startled by her father's booming voice, "Briella. Answer Sam."
"I didn't hear what he said." She stated aggressively. "You don't have to yell at me."
"Apparently I do. You don't listen any other way."
Briella didn't respond, rather she refocused on the screen in front of her. She felt her father's presence looming over her. Dad was standing behind the couch, leaning over the back. "Get off the tablet."
"Hold on!" She half yelled at him.
Dad lowered his voice to his signature growl, "I said, turn it off."
"No. I'm not done yet."
Briella stared wide eyed at Carson's shocked face. Dad had walked to the end of the couch and bent over to smack his palm against her right cheek. It wasn't very hard, but Dad's hand is big and calloused and left behind a dull pain and reminder of what happens when you disobey.
"You don't tell me no." Dad moved to the front of the couch and grabbed the tablet from his daughter's lap, hitting the red end button. Briella stood up, embarrassed.
Holding the tablet in his right hand, Dad spoke, "This is mine. Phone too." He made the 'give me' motion with his other hand. Briella reached over the the coffee table and placed her phone in his hand.
"Look at me."
She complied, through blurred eyes.
"When I tell you to do something, you do it. You don't get to tell me no. You've been tossing around attitude and disrespect all day. It stops now. If I have to tell you again, your ass is gonna be sorry. Got it?"
"Yessir."
"Now go sit at the table and wait for lunch."
Sitting at the table was the equivalent of a time out. Only way more embarrassing. Everyone else in the family could see you sitting there, doing nothing, while they went about their day. Briella placed a hand on her cheek, realizing it didn't hurt anymore. Dad had never slapped her face before. She had witnessed Brayden get slapped a few times and Colton once. Briella was aware what she received was nothing in comparison to what they had experienced. That didn't mean she wasn't still pissed though. Dad was only being a hard ass because it was Carson. If she had been talking to Lily or Aria he wouldn't have slapped her. She crossed her arms and sat defiantly at the table. She would obey and sit at the table, but she did not have to be happy about it.
Uncle Sam made sandwiches and salad for the family. He set a ham sandwich in front of Briella.
"Ew, Uncle Sam. I wanted turkey."
"Tough shit." Her Dad responded. "Should have answered when he asked."
"But he knows I don't like ham that much. You did this on purpose." She pouted at her uncle.
Sam shook his head, "Sorry Ella. We are low on turkey and you didn't answer when I asked. You got what was left."
The rest of the family began eating their sandwiches, Briella sitting with a pissed off expression and crossed arms.
"Eat." Dad ordered and pointed to her untouched plate.
"I want turkey."
Gramps spoke then, "You will eat what is put in front of you or you won't eat."
Briella narrowed her eyes and glared at her grandfather.
"You're acting like a spoiled brat right now and I know you were raised better than that." Gramps stated harshly.
"Yeah okay." Brayden laughed.
"You got something to say?" Gramps turned his attention to Brayden.
"No sir." He said wisely. It was best to not aggravate him in this state.
"Briella." Gramps dropped his voice, "I was talking to you."
"Well I'm not talking to you." She did her perfected eye roll.
Briella was yanked out of her seat by a strong grip on her bicep. She was drug harshly to the nearby couch where she was placed face down over her grandfather's knees. She tried to push herself up, but was forced back down with a large hand placed in the center of her back. "Settle down." Gramps demanded with a sharp smack on the center of her butt.
"You have been tossing around sass and disrespect all day. I will not tolerate you speaking to me in this way." Gramps ended his short lecture and began spanking Briella's ass with force. He landed sharp overlapping smacks starting at the top of her cheeks and moving to the sensitive crest between butt and thigh. Gramp's spankings were different than Dad and Uncle Sam's style. Gramps was harsh and meticulous. He didn't care much if the receiver cried out, rolled around, or bucked their legs. He kept on going without missing a beat. Briella cried out as Gramps started his third round of overlapping smacks. She was crying silently from the first smack, but was now much more vocal. Gramps adjusted his legs, so Briella's butt was positioned in a new manner. She shrieked as her grandpa's hand smacked the part of her butt she used for sitting. Gramps landed a couple more smacks then stopped just as abruptly as he started. "This ends now, Briella."
She wanted to answer her grandfather, but she couldn't. Briella was barely able to catch her breath, she was crying too hard. Gramps guided her to sit, her butt placed carefully between his legs, her own legs straddling his waist. Briella leaned forward and allowed her head to rest on his chest. She stayed there for some time crying softly. Eventually, she picked her head up and looked into her grandfather's piercing eyes.
"Why did I spank you?"
"Because I was being rude."
"Your father and uncle should have spanked you when you gave them attitude. I won't put up with being spoken to in that way."
"I'm sorry." Briella said sincerely. She was sorry for talking to her grandfather in such a manner. She wasn't mad at him, she was mad at her Dad.
"So, are you going to eat your ham sandwich? Or am I getting seconds?" He smiled.
"I'm going to eat it."
Gramps nodded and helped Briella stand. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and guided her to the table, "Sit."
Briella groaned as her sore, swollen ass made contact with the chair. She was hoping to stand, but Gramps did not appear to be in the mood for discussion. "Eat." Was his final command.
Gramps didn't often spank the kids. He usually deflected to their fathers. However, when he did decide to offer some hands on discipline, it was painful and uncomfortable for all involved. While she was embarrassed to have been taken over his knees in the living room directly beside the dining area, Briella found comfort in knowing everyone currently sitting at the table had been taken to task by John freaking Winchester. She didn't try to hide her tears or discomfort.
It was much later in the day and Briella was laying on the couch, belly down obviously, reading a magazine. She had calmed down somewhat, but was still irritated with her dad. When he came into the room, she wanted to get up and leave, but all motivation was lost.
"Hey, I need to talk to you." He said approaching the couch. His voice sounded rough, but in an exhausted kind of way, not necessarily a mean way.
Briella didn't respond, but turned towards him.
"Sit up for me, baby."
Briella sighed, but complied; wincing as she sat upright.
Dad patted his lap and offered a thin smile, "Yeah, his lickings leave a mark. I remember hurting for the next few days."
"Gee Dad, way to make me feel better." She said moving to sit on her dad's lap, much in the same way she did with her grandfather earlier.
"I wasn't trying to. You deserve what you got." Dad paused. "What's going on with you, Ella? You're smarter than this. Talking back to Gramps like that?" He made the 'whew' sound and pained expression, "Coming from personal experience, it doesn't end well."
Briella shrugged.
"Come on, babe, talk to me." Dean lifted her chin to force Briella to look into his eyes. They were surprisingly soft. Maybe Dad actually did care.
"Why do you hate Carson?" Briella surprised herself by blurting the question out quickly.
Dad looked as though he was caught off guard, "I don't hate him. He's been friends with your brother for a long time. I think he's overall a pretty good kid."
"Then why do you get pissy every time I talk to him."
Dad gave a warning glare, but didn't check her on language. "I don't." He said defensively.
"Then why couldn't I talk to him today?" Briella knew her tone was bordering on rude.
"Because you have done nothing but talk to friends this week. You spent all day yesterday talking to Lily and first thing this morning you started with Carson. Everyone else was spending time together outside."
Briella knew her statement would be laced with attitude, but she didn't really care in the moment. "Brayden would have too if Uncle Sam didn't ground him! Because he's a dumbass that got grounded, now I can't talk to my friends?"
Dad responded by pushing Briella to the side, so she was now straddling his left leg. Dad pulled her forward and landed a swat to her bottom. Briella let out a pained groan. "Ow! Daddy!"
Holding her in position, Dean allowed his voice to deepen, "Are you ready to have a civil conversation with me or are we taking this to your room. Where, I promise little girl, my belt will be coming off. I am done with this attitude and disrespect. I don't care how pissed off or bored or cranky you are. You will not continue to be disrespectful to us. Understand?"
"Yessir." Briella choked out. Definitely not wanting to take this show on the road. Her butt was sore enough from earlier and Dad's smack renewed the sting.
After allowing his daughter to sit upright, Dad continued. "I don't give a shit if Brayden was only helping because he was grounded. If he acted how you did, I guarantee he'd be in the same pain you are. Probably worse, actually. If it had been him back talking me in the kitchen this morning, I probably would have popped him. I almost did you, but saved you the embarrassment in front of Carson."
As calmly as she could, Briella confronted her Dad's conflicting statement. "But you still smacked me. Right in from of him. He saw the whole thing." Briella held back tears as she recalled Carson's expression.
"I know." Dad stated simply. "Because you had more than enough chances to change your behavior. When has it ever been okay to tell me no?"
"Never." Briella answered softly.
"All of you kids knew by the time you were 3 saying 'no' would lead to a consequence. There was zero excuse for that. And your cheek was the easiest target. Again, you're lucky. Had it been your brother, he woulda got a full backhand. I barely tapped you."
"Still hurt." Briella mumbled, leaning into her father's chest.
"It was supposed to."
Briella stayed cuddled into her Dad. The longer she stayed, the better she felt. Even though she was 15, she still enjoyed sitting on his lap and taking in his smell and comforting arms. All the anger and resentment she had been feeling began to slip away. She couldn't help but start crying, again, only this time not from pain.
"Sweetheart" Dad cradled her head, "Why's wrong?"
"I'm so sorry Daddy. I.. it's... I."
Dad hugged her tighter, "It's alright, baby. Shh. Calm down." He rubbed a comforting circle on her back. "Tell me why you're crying."
"I've been so scared. What if I get sick? Or you, or Uncle Sam, or Gramps, or -"
Before Briella worked herself up too much, Dad shushed her gently, "If we do, then we figure it out. Together. But, sweetheart, Uncle Sam and I have been through way worse, and look, we made it out alive. Don't worry about it, okay."
"I just can't stop thinking about it."
"It's okay to be scared. You know that, right?"
Briella shook her head. "Nobody else is."
"How do you know?" Dad shifted Briella, forcing her to sit up to talk. "There were plenty of times I was scared outta my mind. But I pretended not to for Sammy. Turns out, he was just as worried but didn't want to look like a wimp. Once we admitted we were scared, we worked together to solve the problem. You can be scared, but remember you have all of us to help get you through it. Okay?"
She nodded. "I guess I was kind of crappy today."
Dad pinched his fingers together, "Just a little." He said jokingly.
"Sorry." The teen blushed. "I deserved what Gramps did."
This time Dad nodded, "I think you owe a lot of people an apology."
"Think the cupcakes I baked earlier will help them forgive me?"
Dad laughed loudly then. "Maybe. Let's go get some and see."