SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

( prompt: "Please forgive me." )

Lissa straightened up with a sigh, running her hand across her slick forehead. She was exhausted, and the chicken was not cooperating. The bread was being civil, but it walked that thin line between burnt and very cripsy.

"Momma?" Danny walked into the kitchen, holding his father's slingshot that he was still trying to finangle into working properly, his old hat perched on top of his head. Honestly, he looked like a rather young version of Sean, complete with mop-top hair, but Lissa's startling green eyes.

"Yes, Daniel?" Lissa murmured, glaring at the wood oven with slight hatred.

"When's Dad getting home? He promised me we'd practice shooting before bed," Danny stated matter-of-factly.

Lissa said nothing for a few moments, having been thoroughly ticked at her oven, before she looked at her son. "Dan, where's your sister?"

Danny peered at his mother. "You're mad at Dad again, aren't you?"

Damn her perceptive son! "Yes. I am."

"Is he going to get in trouble again?"

"Yes. He is."

"Swell." Danny grinned. "It's funny when you yell at him, Momma. He's afraid of you."

"Then it means I'm doing my job. He's probably getting the couch tonight," Lissa told him seriously. "So will you call your sister down for dinner? It's almost ready."

Hours later, when all the dinner was put away and the kids were safely tucked into their beds, a figure slipped through the front door slowly, pulling his boots off as quietly as possible and he hung his coat in the closet near the door. He was about to be home free when a light suddenly blinded him.

Standing in the middle of the hallway, in her robe, was Lissa. She folded her arms, her mouth drawn in a thin, irritated line.

"Err, heya, Liss," Sean said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Why aren't you in bed? It's late."

"Oh, no reason," she said, her voice giving away how irritated she was. "Just thought I'd inform the man I married that he blew off his son. Again."

"God, Lissa, ya think I don't know that?" Sean ran his hand through his hair, and Lissa pretended her heart didn't flutter a little.

"Then why don't you quit promising things you can't come through with?" Lissa suggested. "Danny's been waiting for you to practice shooting with him! You can't keep letting him down, Sean Albert, I won't let you. In fact, you can have the couch tonight."

That floored him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Lissa glared at him. "I will not sit by and watch your son get let down. Maybe being down here by yourself will help you with that."

"Lissa..." Sean searched for the words. "Please forgive me."

"Goodnight, Sean."

She held her head high as she walked back up the stairs and got into bed. She drifted to sleep rather easily, no regret in her heart.

The next morning, Danny woke up bright and early like he always did. His parents' door was shut, so he crept down the steps and peered into the living room. His father wasn't sleeping on the couch.

Danny smiled and went back to bed.

-is bombared by demanding/love reviews- Good God, people! xD. Well, now that I feel loved ( as well as my muses feeling loved ), here is a quick update for you'se! Hope you lurve the fluff. It's not obvious fluff, but I think you can use your imaginations. :)

I may go all the way to 100, after all. And I figured I should go in the same vein as the rest of the trilogy by giving you'se a chance to be a part of it. Sooo, think of a phrase, or sentence, that you'd like me to use, AND make sure you specify pairings, since Miss Vivian wants more of my secondary characters, and she keeps challenging me. Grr, damn her.

So, to summarize: if ya wanna be part of the story, leave me a review using ONE phrase and the pairing. Like Spot and Angel, Pip and Race, Night and Silver, etc. You know, your faves!

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CTB!

xx Wicked