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The word is father.
"Hi dad." Fabian smiled nervously from the doorway.
Evan was sprawled on the sofa, carefully investigating the freshness of a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips by stuffing them in his mouth two at a time. The football was on television, like it always was on Sundays, and always had been, as long as Fabian could remember when his parents had been around.
"Fabie!" Evan shouted cheerily. "Come in, come in." He pushed his black hair out of his face and opened one bright blue eye. "What's th' occasion?"
"Um, happy Father's day, an' stuff." Fabian entered the apartment, kicked off his shoes by the potted ficus tree, and settled down on the floor, folding his long legs underneath him like a crane. "Where's mommy?"
"Gone shoppin' I expect." Evan replied, rolling his eyes. "An' if we're lucky we'll even have a bank account tomorrow then. Where's yer, um ... yer husband then, an' yer wife?"
"They'll be along in a minute. They had to pick something up." Fabian fidgeted. His father was not ... homophobic, as such. More like 'homo-not-understandic.' The subject of his son's sexual preferences was like a large rain cloud that Evan elected to ignore, rather than deal with or reason against. Now that the three of them were married, it was becoming a little harder, but Evan was nothing if not stubborn. Friends and relatives claimed that they'd tried, and it was like talking to him in Urdu or Intel X86 machine language. Fabian could believe it, especially since he'd wasted an hour and a half trying to explain the esoteric reasons of why the heart bends the way it does. Evan had just looked at him as though he'd grown a spare ear. They left it well alone after that.
The door rattled, and Audra and Jakob let themselves in, settling on the floor, ducking out of the way of the television as they hid a large box behind them.
"Hello, dad-schnookiebaby." Jakob grinned.
"And hello te you too then." Evan peered at his son-in-law with an inquisitive stare. "And hello te the little miss with the multicoloured tresses. Now was there somethin', or did ye just want to watch the football?"
"We brought your fathers' day present." Audra replied simply.
"That was right nice of ye. Unless it was a tie. Then ye need yer heads examined."
Jakob shoved the heavy, flat box to sit beside the sofa. Setting aside the bowl of potato chips like a mother cat watchfully monitoring its brood, he sat up, yawned, and started tearing off the paper.
A familiar logo stared back at him. Evan crossed himself, spat because he remembered he wasn't going to do that anymore, and stared at the three of them reverently.
"Ye went an' bought me a case of Guinness?"
"Well, we couldn't really think of anything else." Fabian shrugged.
Springing off the sofa, he threw his arms around the three of them in turn, and then around the case of Guinness before he started to drag it toward the kitchen. "Sweet Jesus, I love father's day."
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Every single thing about it. It made me laugh. It made my face light up and my whole self just GRIN. I could see it, I could hear it, I could taste the salt and vinegar.
Perfect!
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Chessie
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