AN: Future fic
The door to the apartment burst open as Reed Van Kamp stormed in, fuming and muttering under his breath.
"Reed? Babe what's wrong?" Shane peeked his head around the doorway from where he was cooking in the kitchen. He watched as Reed threw his bag into a corner.
"The nerve of that woman! I can't believe this! That-that…" his hands flew to his hair, tugging on his curls. "That cunt!" Shane's eyes bugged as he watched the scene before him. He checked the timer on the stove and made sure nothing was going to boil over before making his way over to Reed, pulling him into his arms.
"Shh. What's got you so worked up that you're using language I would only expect out of an angry pre-teen?" He pulled Reed over to the chair in the corner of the living room, ignoring his noises of protest before pulling him down into his lap. Reed huffed and crossed his arms, mumbling under his breath again. Shane just shook his head and rubbed his hip. "You'll feel better if you talk about it, you know you will." Reed just sat there, refusing to talk. After about a minuet he relaxed into Shane's arms.
"This new intern mom has. I had to talk to mom about something an she wouldn't let me into her office because our 'meeting'" he uncrossed his arms and used his fingers to air quote, "wasn't scheduled into the books." Reed twisted in his arms to face him. "Does she not know who I am?" he asked incredulously. "I don't need an appointment to speak with my own mother!" Shane smiled softly at him.
"No, you don't. But didn't you just say yourself that she's new?" He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I think she's been there for a week now." Shane ran his fingers through his golden curls.
"Maybe she's just scared of getting in trouble for not doing as she was told to do." Reed's jaw dropped slightly.
"Why are you taking her side?" Shane shook his head.
"I'm not. Just think about it for a minuet. You remember how nervous your mom made you in high school, now imagine if you were in this girls shoes, interning for the biggest woman in fashion, knowing if you screwed up even one little thing you could loose your internship." Reed's face fell and he bit down on his bottom lip.
"I never thought of it like that." Shane pulled him closer to him, kissing the top of his head.
"You were just frustrated. How about you invite her to take her lunch break with you tomorrow and talk to her about it?" He felt Reed nod his head against his chest and he scooped him up, earning a squeal from the smaller boy.
"Shane! What are you doing?" He sat him down at the bar and moved back to the stove, with ten seconds left on the timer. Shane turned off the oven and stove before grinning to Reed.
"Dinner time!"