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It’s Sunday, the laundry’s half done, and the house is quiet (aside from noisy cat, who thinks she needs fed every time I walk from one room to another). That means writing time, so this will be short and sweet.
It’s also Father’s Day. My husband is spending part of the day with the boys, doing guy stuff and having a great time. And i have been thinking about my dad.
Before I get back to my writing, I have a little story snippet for you, from the second of my tiger shifter stories.
Vivi made conversation with the boys, but Berdine kept her distance. She gave Boris several pouty, teary-eyed glances, but when he beckoned her, she went instead to talk to her cousin.
He sighed, but let her alone for now. He could have a discussion with her later. Bryce clambered into his lap, and Boris gave him a hug. “How’re you doing, buddy?”
“I’m good, Daddy. I’m glad I’m not gonna be the baby no more.”
“You never said anything about being the youngest.”
“There hasta be a mommy for a baby.”
Boris hid his wince at the stab of pain near his heart. “And a daddy,” he pointed out.
Bryce grinned. “But the daddy can’t have the baby, silly.”
Boris hugged his son again. “Of course, how could I forget?” None of his four youngest had talked much lately about their mother’s abandonment.
Bryce squeezed his arms around Boris’s neck, then pushed away. “I like her, but what should I call her?”
Good question. “Maybe you should ask Vivi,” he said, watching her laugh at something Bo had said.
“Good idea.” Bryce scrambled to his feet and raced over to join his brothers and Vivi.
Boyd appeared in the family room doorway before Boris had decided whether to join them or collect Berdine. He pushed to his feet and headed toward his father instead.
Boyd tipped his head toward the hallway, and Boris nodded, following the older man to his office. He closed the door behind him while his father dropped onto the nearest chair.
“You just found out, didn’t you?”
Boris sat beside him. “Yes, yesterday.” He met his father’s gaze.
Heat climbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t plan it.”
It was written in his father’s expression, though he didn’t say it. Finally, Boyd sighed and looked away. “Make sure she understands the danger.”
“We’ve already had that conversation. I think it’s the only reason I got her here.”
“Losing your touch, son?” Boyd teased gruffly as he got to his feet.
Boris laughed. “I am out of practice, I guess.”
“Brush up then. I like Vivi.” He patted Boris’s shoulder. “I’m going to go visit with her.”
Boris stuck his hands in his pockets as he followed his father back to the noisy family room, pondering the unspoken warning.
I’m going back to my writing, and maybe try to sneak in some reading time, too before the weekend is over. How are you spending your weekend?
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