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"Dad!"
Simon freezes mid-step, eyes locking onto his teen son, Tommy, standing by the mirror in an actual nice shirt. Hair done. Ironed shirt???? Shoes clean. The audacity.
"No" Simon says immediately. "Nope. Not happenin."
Tom groans. "Oh my Godâ"
"Youâre too young for this shite" Simon grumbles, folding his arms. "Dates, ribbons, lookinâ all smug."
"Iâm eighteen, Dad" Tom huffs, struggling to tie a ribbon onto the tulip bouquet. "I can handle one date. And before you startâshe planned it."
Simon squints. "She planned it."
"Yes."
"She initiated."
Simon clicks his tongue. "Red flag already. You."
You come downstairs tying your hair up in a bun, drawn by the raised voices. "Why do I hear arguing before dinner. Are u interrogating him Si?"
Simon jerks his thumb at Tom. "Because your sonâs off gallivantinâ."
"Iâm going on a date" Tom corrects.
You blink. "A date...a date-date?â Your eyes drop to the tulips. âWhat are you giving her, Tom?"
"Uh⊠itâs just flowers, tulips."
You gasp like youâve been stabbed in the heart. "Oh my God, thatâs so cute for a first date, baby!" You rush over and squish his cheeks hard.
"Maaâstawp" Tom whines. "Youâre gonna ruin my jawline!"
"It doesnât work like that" you laugh. Heâs massive nowâbroad, tall, solid. Simon's hair and build but your eyes...jesus he was not your chubby baby anymore. But you still wanted to squish his cheeks everyday. You actually have to tiptoe just to reach his face. Rude. You grab the bouquetâ "Give me this."
You retie the ribbon neatly. "So, where are you taking her? Italian? Chinese? Indian? Or that newâ"
"Jesus, Mum" Tom cuts in. "Itâs not a food date."
Simon perks up. "Not a food date?"
"Itâs a cafe" Tom says. "Coffee. Pastries. Thatâs it."
You stare waiting for him to continue
"âŠThatâs it?"
"A coffee date?" Simon scoffs. "Thatâs not even a date, thatâs a break. What will ye eat."
"A dateâs a date, baby" you say, pinching Tomâs cheeks again. He hisses. "Itâs a trick for blushing."
Tom grabs his jacket. "Youâre both unbearable."
As he heads out, Simon stops him with a hand on his shoulder, voice dropping.
"Oi. Kid."
Tom sighs. "Yeah?"
"Donât do any of that⊠stuff."
"Ew, Dad. No. Ew."
"Itâs naturalâ" Simon mumbles as you sideye him trying to listen what he was saying.
"Dad. No.Ew."
Tom fake-gags dramatically. Simon snorts and ruffles his hair.
"Text when you get there. And do not make her cry. I don't care if yer my son" Simon mutters.
"I will be careful dad.." Tom says. "Bye, mum" he winks at you rushing out before Simon could stop him again.
Door shuts.
Later, Simon comes back inside to find you curled up on the couch, munching wafers.
He sinks down beside you with a heavy sigh. "Mad, innit. Kidâs all grown up. Doinâ dates and all that."
"YeahâŠ" You pause. "But a coffee date, Si? I thought we raised him better."
Simon smirks, arm slipping around your waist. "You remember our first date?"
You smile. "Yeah. How could I forget?"
"I was shittinâ myself" he admits. "Didnât know what women liked. Thought too hard about it."
"I nearly died eating tacos" he says solemnly. "But you...you ate an entire plate and kept burpinâ like a gremlin."
You smack his arm. "I did not."
"Oh, you did" he laughs. "Had to undo the buttons on that cute little skirt you were wearinâ. Thought itâd pop."
"You made me eat it all" you huff.
"And you loved it" he grins. "Then I took you to that lake. Ice cream everywhere."
You soften, smiling. "YeahâŠyou and me."
You laugh and then realise - "You gave me tulips too!!!!"
"Yeah" he grins sheepishly. "Didnât know if a flower would like flowers as a gift. Thought Iâd messed it right up."
"But then you held onto one of em all throughout the night didn't ya dove" he whispers tracing your nose.
"And look at us now" you say softly.
"Yeah" Simon murmurs. "Look at us."
He leans in, eyes warm, like heâs about to kiss youâ
âand instead reaches over, steals a wafer, and bites it.
"I WILL KILL YOU SIMON RILEY" you shriek.
Heâs already laughing, backing toward the bedroom. "Come kill me in bed then. We don't have much time. Kidâll be back in an hour if itâs good."
You follow him, laughing. "Or half an hour, knowing him."
His laughter echoes down the hall.
You rush throwing the wafers on table, catching upto him as he pulls you into bedroom.
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