"You actually gonna have me looking like a stereotypical cop, huh?" Jefferson glared at Virgil, shaking his head. Now his kid had learned to make mango lemonade and lemon roasted chicken salad wrap.
"I mean, hey," V smiled, shrugging, "The wrap is healthy at least."
"My workout regime can't keep up! I'm about to be double cheeked up with a fupa," he grumbled, sipping the lemonade, "Ridiculous."
"So," Virgil sniggered, crossing his fingers, "What you're saying is that you lack self control and are looking to blame me?"
Jeff glared, "I will fight you."
"I don't know, boss," he tapped the man's stomach, "That fupa might make it a little hard."
The cop reached over and yanked him out of the chair, glaring at his grinning face, "You're testing me."
V snickered, watching as he waved a scolding finger in his face, "Want a challenge? I'll walk to the other side of the roof and you can try to jog after me. Just don't pass out."
Jeff scoffed, laughing to himself as Virgil sipped his own lemonade, "Yeah, keep the fat jokes going," he let him go and rolled his eyes, "I can still throw you with ease."
"I don't doubt it," V shrugged, "What were you thinking of, anyway?"
"I've always wondered what camping was like," Jeff readjusted V as he casually sat on his knee, "You think the boys would like that?"
He shrugged, "Ask them. I feel Miles will agree to it either way just to hang. I know Migs will. I don't see Hobie wanting to do it."
With them living in the city, camping wasn't something he ever really considered an option. But with him having friends who lived in the suburbs it seemed like a more viable option. It always looked so relaxing and he was sure him and his son could use something to put them at ease.
"Hey!" Miles hurried over, pushing at Static, "That's my spot!"
"No, it's mine!" Virgil wrapped his arms around Jefferson's neck, "He put me here!"
"Get off, Unc!" Miles pulled at him more.
"Tell me a story. About the good Ole days. When you walked 10 miles both ways to and from school. With snow up to your chin hairs at the age of 3," Virgil teased.
Jeff stared, trying to look irritated but failing, "You got jokes."
Miles huffed and sat on his dad's other knee, "Do you like them?" he pointed to the empty plate and his dad's second cup.
He pushed Virgil off his leg when he noticed him smirked at him, "Yes, it's really good," he smiled at his son, patting his back, "What do you think about us having a weekend together? Like how you and your mom went to the museum?"
The teen smiled at his dad, nodding, "What are we going to do? Are Migs and Unc coming?"
"Of course we are," Virg leaned back in his chair, hearing his toddler scream and run around, chasing the bubbles Miguel blew, "You think we're gonna be left out of the fun?"
"Is GG coming?"
Jeff cringed, glancing to Virgil who emphatically shook his head no. Dealing with littles and an actual toddler on a camping trip, especially when Jess wasn't coming, was not going to be relaxing for him. GG put too many things into his mouth for him to feel at ease in a forested area.
"Hobie?"
"We can see if Hobbie wants to come," V shrugged, "I'll ask my dad about it too."
"Good plan," Jeff nodded.
"Is it a surprise?" Miles pushed more.
"No, not really," dad smiled, rubbing his neck, "We were hoping to go camping, so don't you worry about it. Just know it's gonna be a good time."
The teen tilted his head some, unsure about the aspect of camping. In the end he merely leaned into a hug, he was just happy at the idea of a weekend with dad. Jeff melted, cradling his boy with a sigh. His precious son.
X
Jeff groaned quietly, flopping into bed after a long day. He just managed to wrap an arm around his wife's waist when he heard the tell tell shuffling from his son's room. They had been hyper sensitive to Miles' movements and such since he finally revealed himself to them.
Rio stretched, rubbing her husband's arm, "Let me go make sure he doesn't need to be patched up," she slid from bed to see what she was working with tonight.
After a few minutes he felt weight on the mattress. He creaked an eye open, seeing his wife again. He sighed, pulling her closer and getting comfortable again.
"Dad?"
Jeff rubbed his face into Rio's shoulder.
"Dad?" Miles whispered again.
"Mmm," he muttered, still mostly asleep.
The teen rubbed his sore arm a minute before slipping into bed behind his dad. He curled up, gripping his stuffed kitty tight.
"What's wrong son?" the officer muttered, feeling sandwiched.
"Nothing," Miles whispered, "I just wanted to sleep with you."
Jeff stretched, laying on his back so he could wrap one arm around his son and keep one on his wife.
The boy smiled, curling into his dad's side, "I can't wait for the camping trip."
"Me too," he yawned, "Go on to sleep."
X
"Eh?" Hobie looked back as Miles poked him, "I don't see me going to that."
"C'mon. Camping will be fun! I think you might like it if you give it a try."
"I already got a car I live in from time to time."
"No, Hobie, real camping. Like in the woods."
The rocker rubbed his chin, nodding inquisitively, "So… out in the elements, with little amenities, sleeping on the ground and only being able to have what you can carry on your back. While knowing there is a chance of having to fight the wild life off your dinner? Do I have it right?"
"I mean, thats kinda an exaggeration," Miles laughed.
"Sounds like being homeless. And, y'know, been there, done that. Wasn't as fun as you would think," Hobie gave him a wryly grin.
The teen paused, averting his gaze, "Oh, well…Sorry."
"Ya aint gotta be sorry, mate. Thats life," Punk shrugged, "The streets weren't terrible. And it's how this weird old lady found me. She saw me walking near her home, demanded I help her take her groceries in the house. And by 'help' I mean told me to, of course. Then told me she was gonna cook me a meal and demanded I take a shower.
Next thing I know she gives me a room, food was hella good and mends some of my clothes that weren't supposed to have holes. She was actually really cool and played some records she played guitar on. Pretty rad," he laughed to himself, "I asked her how she knew which of me clothes were supposed to have clothes and which weren't, then she starts telling me about her family."
Miles gave him a warm smile, "I'm happy you got Brema. It's good to have someone."
Punk leaned down, touching foreheads with his friend, turned play brother, "I'm happy I have her too. Anyway, why don't you invite Pav or Gwendy to go camping with you?"
"My dad being cool with her staying a night with us while in the woods is an entire no. And uhm…Well, I don't think Miguel would like Pav coming too much."
The twenty year old watched as his younger friend shuffled nervously. He gave a scoff, turning away with a smirk, "Migs, right."
"What?"
"Nothing," he laughed to himself.