Twin Fantasy
My Boy
how he's feeling...
tired as hell.
where he's at...
edging around the crater
in the conversation...
just his daughter and some randos
axel
father of all motherfuckers
There's a lot of things people don't tell you before having kids. Like that kids are goddamn weird. Axel had been a weird goddamn kid. Apparently he would stare intently at people's dogs instead of asking to pet them. He would stare at just about anything, really. One day, Ella brought home a glue-and-glitter picture of a creature with multiple eyes and said it was her imaginary friend Bip. And for a month afterwards, Axel had to pull out a chair for Bip at dinner.
It was difficult not to smother her at first, to not be overprotective, to not make every decision for her. But nine years in, and he felt he'd gotten a handle on the whole parenting thing, even when Ella asked for really weird stuff, like to go see a big dumb hole in the ground.
Not that Axel was particularly against seeing the big dumb hole, but he did have to shuffle past a few very aggressive Jehovah's Witnesses accosting him with tiny books.
"The end is nigh, sir," one of them said, "this meteor is a sign--"
"'m not interested."
The proselytizer backed off. Axel had become very happy to be seen as "scary" in his adulthood, since it meant people would leave him the fuck alone when he wanted to be. Especially these people, who just loved capitalizing on the fact that he had a disabled kid. No, Jebediah, God's love can't fix people. If it could, Ella Stefansson would be the least of God's worries.
A small crowd was already gathering near the crater, including a few kids Ella's age. He at least recognized one of her school friends, and her mother hovering just nearby. Nice lady, if a bit neurotic. Nicer than most of the PTA moms, for sure, and her brownies were fucking delicious. Ella was tugging on Axel's finger, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
"Can I go play with Leah?"
"Yeah, of course. Go ape- go crazy."
"Ape?" Ella giggled. "You're funny, daddy."
"I sure am." Nice save. Good job not saying 'shit' in front of your nine-year-old. Ella scampered off to go meet up with her gal pal, while Axel looked over the crater. It really was just a big hole. If it hadn't been made by a space rock, nobody would care, right? Whatever.
It was difficult not to smother her at first, to not be overprotective, to not make every decision for her. But nine years in, and he felt he'd gotten a handle on the whole parenting thing, even when Ella asked for really weird stuff, like to go see a big dumb hole in the ground.
Not that Axel was particularly against seeing the big dumb hole, but he did have to shuffle past a few very aggressive Jehovah's Witnesses accosting him with tiny books.
"The end is nigh, sir," one of them said, "this meteor is a sign--"
"'m not interested."
The proselytizer backed off. Axel had become very happy to be seen as "scary" in his adulthood, since it meant people would leave him the fuck alone when he wanted to be. Especially these people, who just loved capitalizing on the fact that he had a disabled kid. No, Jebediah, God's love can't fix people. If it could, Ella Stefansson would be the least of God's worries.
A small crowd was already gathering near the crater, including a few kids Ella's age. He at least recognized one of her school friends, and her mother hovering just nearby. Nice lady, if a bit neurotic. Nicer than most of the PTA moms, for sure, and her brownies were fucking delicious. Ella was tugging on Axel's finger, looking up at him with a pleading expression.
"Can I go play with Leah?"
"Yeah, of course. Go ape- go crazy."
"Ape?" Ella giggled. "You're funny, daddy."
"I sure am." Nice save. Good job not saying 'shit' in front of your nine-year-old. Ella scampered off to go meet up with her gal pal, while Axel looked over the crater. It really was just a big hole. If it hadn't been made by a space rock, nobody would care, right? Whatever.
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