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“I'm sorry, what?”
“You heard me, pumpkin.” Your father answered. Okay, since when did he have an attitude? What sigma pills was he fed during that conversation with the old people?
“I just don't see why we have to stay the night… when we have a perfectly fine home of our own. Like… we can just go home..?” At this point, you were sick of having to trail behind him as he tried to give orders. “Like… I can just call a cab? It's not an issue.”
“You're being ridiculous right now, you know that? It’s just one night, one night. That's it.”
“And where, pray tell, would I be spending my night? The maid's quarters? Is that what you expect from me?” Not that you’d mind, you were sure they were lovely ladies, you'd just rather sleep in your own bed.
“No,” He began with an almost nervous chuckle, “You can always stay in with the young heir.”
“Dad, he's six. He probably still pisses the bed.”
“Well, I highly doubt that, pumpkin.” You weren't sure if he was trying to convince you.. Or himself.
“I'm not having a sleepover with a six-year-old.”
“So, you stay on your side of the room, the corner, and I’ll have the rest of my room.” And here you were having a sleepover with a six-year-old. “Okay? Are you listening? Women always have trouble listening…”
“Uh-huh, I get it, man.” You begrudgingly replied, your head in your hands. “Also, the fuck you mean women have trouble listening? You're literally patient zero of not listening.” You quipped back, poking the child’s forehead.
“HEY!” He barked, immediately rubbing his forehead, as if it actually hurt. “You can’t do that to me, do you know who I am?”
“Unfortunately.” Guess you had to make yourself comfortable for the night. Walking across the smaller rolled-out futon on the bedroom floor, much to Naoya’s disdain and utter shock, you sat yourself down on the futon that had been hastily rolled out near the corner of the room.
“You can't walk on my bed, that's where I sleep!” He protested, smoothing out the creased blanket, muttering to himself.
He turned his head to see if you were listening before getting upset at the fact that you, in fact, weren't. Instead, you were lying down on the futon, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the rain come down outside the door.
“Hey… Woman-”
“Not my name.”
“Whatever. Can you... Read me a story?”
Rolling onto your side from your lying position, you looked over at him. “...a story?” You forgot, kids liked this kinda stuff. “What story?” He answered by pointing towards the bookshelf just in front of you. “...and which one..?” You sighed, moving to look through the selection.
“You choose. Why do I have to do everything for you?” He huffed, discreetly scooting his bed and himself towards where your futon was.
“Asshole…” You mumbled, taking a few books out, looking at the covers and putting them back.
“The bear one!” He piped up, pointing to one you had just put back on the shelf. “I want the bear story.”
He wanted the bear story. Alright. With a tired sigh, you lay back on your futon, opening the bear story and as you opened your mouth to read, he butt in again.
“I like this one cus bear kinda looks like best.” What was this kid on… “And cus I’m the best, so I like the bear story.” He yapped, pulling his blanket up, getting comfortable.
“...are you done? Can I read?” He answered with a nod. “Thank you.” And with a sigh, you could finally begin to read his bear story.
After reading a few pages of the storybook, you glanced down to see his little bobblehead against your thigh, asleep. He was gonna give himself neck pain if he kept this up.