Hey guys really enjoy this chapter. For those Abby and Hoagie fan's who read my story Coffee au lait there has thankfully been an update- after over a year and some. I really apologize for that guys but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. College life is hectic and what not although I've decided on a more manageable schedule then my first semester. I hope everyone really enjoys this chapter it's part one of possibly two or three segments.
Ariana could admit she didn't want much in life. She had the most unbelievable siblings who she not only loved dearly but thrived at the sensation to taunt and tease them. Her mother by her standard and that of the sane populous of earth's opinion was the epitome of cool, despite being of all things- an adult. Hell even their dog was bad ass- he could dance and not any crappy ballroom air bud kind off deal where if you shake your tell I degrade you by putting a treat on your knows. But some real A-one butt-kicking moves. Unfortunately Mr. Biscuits wasn't fun neither so Mr. Anchovy or little Chilie dog but that was to expected of anything belonging to her father. All those freaky rat impersonator's did where eat, sleep and run on their workout wheel. That was at least one action more than her father was capable of.
She didn't hate her father, Ariana couldn't despise anyone even if she wished it. Her heart was much too big. No, the fear she developed for her father's enthusiasm steamed from the many years before. He wasn't a cold man for he loved her dearly. He was always busy as a child she resented such a title she wanted her father's love always but now almost an adult at least in the little ten year old's mine, she couldn't wish to be any further away from her father. He was embarrassing to be around, always finding a way to humiliate her in front of her friends and poke at her weaknesses. It was all fun and games until her dad started bringing up the porridge incident, and then after that the sweater incident and worse of all the dreaded... noodle incident. At the very moment she loathed her father down to his brittle little awkward soul.
Ariana recounted, he was a handsome man no one could deny that but something about the way single mother's swarmed on her father always irked the dirty blonde's heart. She could see his boyish appeal to women, the beautiful blue eyes all women secretly loved, the shaggy hair the tall frame. Ariana found it easy to believe' he had to have some sort of physical regal to court her mother but where that suaveness that knocked dear Abby of her feat in their hay-day disappeared to, Ariana will never know.
What irked her more was his adorkable personality that only drew the women in deeper. How could they fall for such baloney just watching him deface himself and rattle off her childhood secrets like that ; she just couldn't understand it. In her blue-gray eyes her father was a man with no backbone, an overly boyish stick broom still acting more of a child than any of his children. He a cowardly man, a boorish adult- who spent too much time working, little time at home and only entertained horrible taunts and gossips to other equally boring adults.
But she wouldn't dare tell her father that, it would break his brittle little backbone-less heart. Besides, Ariana was no liar if there was anything their mother heavily forbid of her five children it was lying, stealing bullying and fighting one another all capital punishable offenses in her eyes. So instead of fibbing through her teeth some half baked lie like all the other children who shunned their fathers' Ariana went to her mother so she could do it for her.
"Momma!" Ariana called. Said woman looked up an irritated scowl formed on her brow before she continued rocking the baby to sleep with a wispy lullaby. Ariana approached her dramatically ignoring her mother's silent repriment. Pinning her head into her mother's lap as a heavy exaggerated moan bellowed out, "Mammmaaaaaa..."
Not fooled for a second Abby freed one hand From under Den's head resting him against her chest. The other lifted her daughters head from her lap, "What is it girl?" Abby left no room for abrasive pleas and manipulative tactics her eldest daughter was popular for implementing. "You only use that voice when you want something. So spill." Abby said, crossing one foot over her knee to imply she meant bussiness.
Ariana blanched this usually worked well on her father and siblings, even her classmates and teacher fell to her every whim when she begged hard enough. But never her mother the woman was stricter than a drill instructor and yet sweet like saccharine, Ariana still a child couldn't define the paradox that was her mother.
She whispered into her mother's sleeve, "I don't want dad coming to father's night."
Abby looked speechless but pat her daughters head reassuringly. "But he already canceled all his appointments today Nana, his been looking forward to spending time with you."
"I know that but still... all the other kids, they-there...and, you know!"
Abby's fingers wrapped snugly onto her daughter's chin cutting the girls distraught please mid sentence. Her eyes said don't you dare lie to me again girl but her mouth said different. "This means a lot to father, being with you guys- for whatever reason Abby'll never understand makes him happy."
Ariana trembled, grabbing closer into her mother sleeve, sniffling almost at the brink of tears, "But he's- he is embarrassing!" the girl cried out tearing up. Abby's face fell from her daughter's fingers the coldness of the air sent pen prickles down the child's spine. She looked away not wanting to face her mother's disappointment, anger, shock- she not very sure what to expect from her mother.
Now shameful and aware of her selfishness she quivered, "Please don't tell dad I said that." Tears threatened to fold down the girls flushed brown skin but Abby wasn't paying attention. From the foyer Hoagie stood still eyes unfocused gazed off into the distance lost somewhere. He seemed almost paralyzed more frightening for his body language held only blankness. Slowly his body melted back. The painful lurching of his chest consoled by the warm concerned eyes of his wife. He smiled softly at her pride hurt but still attempting to hide it.
He gave them a few moments before making his presence known, "Lucy I'm home," Hoagie half attempted earning a scowling tremor from His daughter as she turned her vision away from both of her parents. "What's going in here ladies, is it another one of those women talks?" Hoagie approached taking the vacant seat where he could view his daughter but she refused to meet his gaze. His voice sobered slightly although the girl didn't really notice, "Are you okay babe?" Ariana nodded the affirmative,"Are we still on for father's night?"
"Yeah of course dad," The girl soothed removing herself from her parents presence and escaping up to the second floor.
"Are you okay?"
Hoagie lets out a throaty laugh, one so pathetic Abby didn't have the decency to roll her eyes, "of course I'm tough as tiger." Hoagie boasted a lopsided grin Abby remembered distinctly from their child hood surfaced on his face. She scooted closer to him, little Den who was unresponsive the whole conversation patted his father on the chest, the boy gurgled foaming at the mouth but Hoagie felt his affection. He plucked the boy into his arms cradling the child. Singing to the half awoke child a sloppy version of alouette. Regardless of his tone dear singing the little boy bubbled in happiness, wriggling and doubling in merry laughter. He wished all his children stayed this way.
"Are you sure you okay, Hoagie." It wasn't often she used his name, his given name. Typically it was your father, baby, fly boy, idiot, fool or in combination you foolish idiot boy so it held a tightness in his heart to know of her concern. He married this woman she often knew him better than he knew himself he realized their was no use in lying.
Sighing,"No, that really stung a lot more than I'm willing to admit." Hoagie's eyes closed pulling the fighting Den closer to him. Abby wasn't sure if this was all she could get out of him. From their childhood she remembered him as boyish but insecure she didn't wish to draw such raw feelings from him again. Standing finger's bristled onto her wrist cold blue eyes melted into despair as he pulled her back onto the couch. A bare whisper escaped him, "Abby, does she hate me?
She soothed him truthfully as she could placing herself back onto the lonely sofa, "Of course not baby. Children are just like that. Some of them..." She eyed the sight of her youngest girl skirting behind the corner, "wish to be coddled for all their lives," Abby's eyes floated towards the ceilings, "and some strive for independence as soon as they come out of the wound. These things happen."
Hoagie fell into his wife's lap the baby bundled slept soundly on his stomach. Abby massaged his temple, "It still hurts though, but its not like I didn't see it coming. Come on... I'm nothing like you Abby. I was the nerd of the school. The kid people shoved in lockers!" His brows furrowed in childish resentment probably somewhere lost out on childhood thoughts.
Leaning down Abby planted a number of butterfly kisses onto the side of his cheek, "but you know what? That's why Abby still loves ya' baby. She wouldn't have you any other way," She finished laying one fluttery kiss on the crook of his mouth.
"I love you Abby." He whispers quietly a blush running down his face as he turns into her stomach soothed into sleep by her low humming.
Hope you guys liked the chapter I'm sorry for any typos and grammatical errors, the second part of this may or may not be uploaded by tonight all depending on my work ethics. Anyways, I hope you guys don't mind this chapter I wanted to evoke a different emotion. I'm not a parent and I'm pretty stoked since my mom is unusual so I've never been embarrassed of her except that one time, and that other time... everyone just admit it parent's exist to embarrass you I think it's equal retribution for dealing having to feed, clothe and shelter you for 18 or plus years. Guys have a happy holiday season hope to update soon!
