#beau.starter

Beau walked through their house mid afternoon casually scanning the kitchen and the living room to find his partner. He looked out their front window and saw their hair in the wind, as they sat on the rocking chair he’d made for their front porch. He made his way through the creaky front screen door and chuckled at the image in front of him. His partner cuddled in a blanket with a cup of coffee in her lap, her third or fifth cup of coffee he presumed. He sat in the matching rocking chair opposite to her and said. “I don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.”

verse: regular

character: beau nolan | 39 | firefighter

context/plot: Beau’s brother had a son who was dropped off on his doorstep by child services fifteen years ago. Now he’s raising a young boy, whose family was burned in a fire. 

Beau was on the phone talking with the person who wanted to be in Asher’s life, they were the closest thing to Asher had to biological family. The same person who should know more about his son. Except they were on a yacht somewhere around the world with their new rich partner who was at least ten years older than the both of them. He was confident the lines between his eyebrows was going to permanently be engraved his forehead from his frustrations. He began to massage his temples, “What? No?” He shook his head, “No, Asher’s in soccer after school and Ellis is working? Why don’t you know this?” He sighed, as the person on the other end told them they had to go. “Yeah, okay fine.” He hung up the phone and sighed frustratingly. “Why do I even bother?”