Summary: Just a little ficlet about a night at the Eppes' home.
Warnings: none
Author's Note: Just a little something
Feedback: Same as usual, any comments or helpful suggestions are welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Numb3rs or any of the characters involved on the show.
A Night at Home
Don turned the volume up on the TV and turned around on the couch. "Dad, Charlie! Game's starting!" He turned his attention back to the game.
"Almost done, Don" Charlie replied from the kitchen table, engrossed in some sort of mathematics.
"Alright, I'm coming, let me get this dishes done first...it'd go faster if you and Charlie helped out, you know" Alan said sternly as he stared at the pile of dirty dishes stacked sloppily in his sink.
"Yeah, yeah. This is the MLB Championship game, can't miss a minute" Don called distractedly, his eyes still glued to the TV.
Alan nodded, "Right, baseball's more important then dishes...Charlie, what about you? Are you too engrossed in your math to help your father clean the dishes?"
Charlie shook his head, "Sorry Dad, I have a lot to get done...equations for Larry, final papers to grade, tests to plan, plus my advisory work is coming due" Charlie rattled off, then began to work again.
Alan nodded, "Alright...so this is what I get from my two sons in exchange for a free meal a few times a week?" He didn't receive an answer, "I don't know boys" Alan smiled, "Charlie, maybe it's time we live apart? You're thirty years old, you can manage the whole house; cleaning, maintenance, cooking...and Don, how do microwavable dinners sound seven nights a week? Pretty good?" He leaned against the sink.
With that comment, Don whipped around on the couch and Charlie's head snapped up from his work. "You know, on second thought, Larry's equations can wait until later and the students don't need their papers back tomorrow. Let me help you, Dad" Charlie stood, dropping his pencil.
Don nodded as he turned the TV down, "Yeah, me too. Highlights will be on later and David said he was going to Ti-Vo it. Charlie, I'll wash, you dry?" He walked into the kitchen.
"Sounds good" Charlie took the towel from Alan's hands as Don rolled his sleeves up.
"Dad, go sit down, enjoy the game. We've got this" Don said as he grabbed a plate.
Alan smiled at his two sons, "That's what I thought" and the three Eppes just smiled.