married au ( but not to each other. one of those shitty couple parties with the finger sandwiches and the my house/car is bigger than your house/car thingies. #superspecific )
he’s not sure how they ended up becoming the gossiping housewives.
there was a shriek from one of the children outdoors, a laugh from the standing gaggle of women and wives as they sipped out of long stemmed glasses and bragged about timmy being on honor roll and judy’s catch that won them the game in their little league baseball team. the men, the husbands, sprawled out over the couches and seats wrapping their lips around bottles of their own and complaining about work and talking about their big league sports.
“yeah, my boys and i are building a tree house.” charlie’s smile remained, though irritation bubbled under his skin at valentin’s boastful tone. “well, i’m building it. they hand me nails and i show them how to measure the boards.”
“that must be fun,” a murmur of confirmation ran through the group of men, all nodding their approval.
charlie shifted in his seat, straightening up ever so slightly as if to remind everyone that he was the tallest in the room. “my little girl helped me change a tire on her momma’s car the other day. i think she’ll be a mechanic someday, she was so interested in it all.” some of the men sounded surprised, one laughed out loud and patted charlie on the back and congratulated him for having a daughter who’ll never need a man to do her dirty work.
“my daughter has been too busy with her french lessons to do such things, i’m afraid.” charlie didn’t miss that curl of valentin’s lips, and he very nearly dipped his own mouth into a frown.
“jeffrey spent the summer with my cousins in seoul last year. came back bilingual!” charlie laughed, as if it hadn’t become a competition.
