Hey, it's a new chapter! Less fire, more annoyance.
Un-beta'ed, so quibble away.
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Chapter two: Lay In My Bed
There were days when Vince Faraday wished his wife was a heavier sleeper. Or, for that matter, would just stay asleep if he got up. He had yet to be able to leave bed in the middle of the night without making her wake up. It had only gotten worse in the five years since Trip had been born. Her annoying habit of waking up without the slightest provocation only made breakfast-in-bed on Mother's Day more trouble than it was worth.
This year was going to be different though, Vince thought. He'd been looking forward to this one for one specific reason: He'd been working the night shift the day before. He could creep into the house and start breakfast prep. The police officer was also sure that his brilliant plan of removing the batteries from the smoke detector and opening the windows in the kitchen first would help with his plot to keep Dana asleep until he brought her breakfast.
To that end, he'd enlisted his five-year-old's help. If Trip heard his mother moving around, he was supposed to go and make sure she went right back to bed. Fake tears were to be encouraged in this situation. (Vince didn't even feel remotely guilty about bribing his toddler with a baseball glove to achieve his ends. It was for a good cause, really!)
Vince was halfway done with the perfect omelet when he heard the floorboards creaking outside the kitchen. He sighed and rested his forehead against one of the cabinets. It had been too much to ask, hadn't it?
Trip walked into the room, holding onto his mother's hand. He smiled at his father. The gap-toothed smile only made him look adorable, and was going to go a long way to keeping him out of trouble. Vince glowered at his traitorous son for a few seconds, before smiling at Dana.
"Hey babe," Vince said, drawing Dana into a hug. He pulled her into a slow-dance around the kitchen and kissed her. "I thought you were going to sleep in today?"
Dana smiled at him and picked a strawberry off the tray Vince had been preparing for her. She bit into it with a look of relish on her face. "And ruin a five-year streak?" the mother asked. She kissed him again. "The omelet's burning."
Vince sighed and pulled the pan off the burner. Some things never changed.
"Happy Mother's Day, Dana," Vince said. He kissed her again, and grinned as Trip ran out of the room. Yep. Even his son's opinion on kissing and cooties didn't change.
"Thanks, Vince."
His losing battle with Dana was never going to end, no matter what happened, and yet, Vince couldn't bring himself to care.
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