Bobby and Mike bond. Alex teaches Bobby a lessen.

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CHAPTER THREE: Playing hooky with Mike

Don't Ask, Don't Tell … Yeah … Right

After the Easter egg debacle, Bobby decided to play hooky from work on Monday. He needed to figure this thing out. He was frustrated … he had a genius IQ which he did not flaunt. Easter eggs were not going to get the best of him. He tossed and turned all night long. He decided that Monday was going to be "Goren's Day Off."

He woke up coughing.

"You're kidding me with that cough … right?"

"What, I'm sick. I don't think I can make it to work today … cough, hack, cough … could you call in sick for me?"

Alex rolls her eyes.

"Fine. I guess I'm riding with the young stud, Detective Peters today."

"Don't ask … he won't tell." Cough, cough.

"God … I hope our children are better fakers than you are."

As soon as Alex left for work, Bobby sprang into action. He knew that Alex did baby yoga with the Trips, so he tried his hand at that. He took out her mat and put her exercise DVD in. The Trips squealed with delight when they heard the music from the DVD. Bobby, being as flexible as he is, had no problem with downward dog. The cobra, however, hurt his back. He turned over onto his back and grabbed all three babies. He held on tight and lifted his butt off the floor … up and down. He did this several times … he didn't understand this exercise until his butt and thighs started to hurt.

"Okay … enough of that."

He put the Trips down and they start to crawl all over their extra large Dad. Baby yoga time was over … he likes this better.

Breakfast was well overdue. He took care of breakfast, the dishes, diapers, laundry and then the Trips pooped out on him. He put them down for their nap and called in re-enforcements. He needed help with his Easter eggs.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Mike … It's Bobby, what are you doing?"

"Bobby? Aren't you suppose to be working?"

"I'm playing hooky."

"Sweet … lets go shoot some hoops."

"Okay … so, John and Hales can be the guards and Trace will be the center since she's so tall."

"Oh … yeah … right."

"Mike … do you know how to color Easter eggs?"

"You're kidding me … right?"

"Ah … no."

"Did you hit your head this morning or something?"

"Maybe … never mind."

"No …no. If you want to color eggs, I'm in."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your friend and I should be there for you."

"Be there for me?"

"Yeah … you're having that psychotic break … right?"

"Oh … yeah. I have Triplets now and it makes total sense that I would have a psychotic break in the form of coloring EASTER EGGS RIGHT BEFORE EASTER!"

"Okay … I get it. This is one of those things that your suck ass parents never did with you and you want to do with your kids … right."

"Wow, you really were a detective."

"Funny ha, ha. You're forgetting one thing. My mother was three sheets to the wind on Easter Sunday … hell … every Sunday. What makes you think I can help?"

"Lewis is busy restoring an old Caddy."

"Oh nice … I was your second choice?"

"Well, I thought he could just spray paint the damn things."

"I'll be right over … there better be lunch."

"You need to stop at the store for me … I need white eggs, this kit called …"

Mike showed up about an hour later. He had everything on Bobby's list and more. The two men went to town coloring eggs. Mike bought three different types of kits; traditional, camo and tie dye. The Trips were up from their nap and ready for playtime with Daddy and Uncle Mike. The two men had a blast together … laughing and talking about cases and avoiding the elephant in the room … their childhood. The Trips were under their feet and climbing up their legs. Mike was very happy that Bobby had called. They made lunch for the babies and themselves. Drank a few beers and Bobby started dinner for Alex. Then … they all collapsed on the floor.

Alex came home to Bobby on the floor. Mike on the couch. John playing with toilet paper. Haley sprawled across Bobby's legs and Tracy playing ball with the newly colored Easter eggs … not so … hardboiled.

It was time to teach her husband a lessen … she flipped open her phone.

Loud enough to wake her sick husband … "Thanks again Detective Peters, for riding with me today … okay … Pete. She heard Bobby and Haley move … she twirled her hair and swiveled her hips. Yeah, I had fun too … I liked how you made that perp cry. That was truly inspirational. Yeah, I kinda hope Goren is sick tomorrow too. Well, we're still on call … so"

"HEY … I feel better … tell Pete to take a hike."

"Pete … gotta go. Talk to you soon. Bye." She batted her eyelashes at her husband. He had his mad face on.

"What?"

"I kinda hope Goren is sick tomorrow too!?"

"But Bobby … don't ask, don't tell."

"My ass."

"OoooKay … going … thanks for lunch. Nice to see ya Doll."

Before Mike ran out of the door, he kissed all of the Goren's … including Bobby … on his forehead.

"Who shouldn't I ask, Bobby?"

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I don't think Bobby will be playing hooky anymore! Thanks for reading:)