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Over the years, Wednesday began to understand that with relationships came compromise.
It meant doing things that one’s significant other would like in order to make them happy just as they did for you.
On Mother's Day, Tyler had obeyed her desire to not participate in the day’s activities. She was aware he felt differently regarding Father’s Day, and that something as simple as breakfast in bed would delight him.
For all that he did to make her happy, she could acknowledge that he deserved the same in return.
However, that didn’t mean she was going to do that herself .
“Move faster,” she ordered Thing, who was trying to flip a pan of shredded hash browns with a spatula. In another pan were two eggs. “I don’t want him waking up before you’re finished.”
I’m going as fast as I can , Thing said. If severed hands could pout, he was certainly doing it.
“Clearly you’re not,” she retorted.
Why couldn’t you do any of this ? Thing scuttled across the counter to get to the toaster, pushing the handle down and then going right back to the stove.
“I don’t want to,” she said plainly.
You mean you can’t ? Thing taunted.
Perhaps it wasn’t one of her...aptitudes but Wednesday had many more important abilities. It hardly mattered that cooking might not be one of them.
Even so, that remark was entirely unnecessary of him.
“Remember who can easily slingshot you into a fiery death,” Wednesday said coldly.
I wouldn't do it until after I’m done or Tyler won’t have any breakfast, Thing quipped.
In recent years, Thing had become a bit too brave for her liking.
Wednesday wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. “I’m going to get Dean. Don’t burn anything.”
She would have thought Dean would have been down already. In the days leading up, he was excited and full of ideas, pulling her aside to whisper each and every one of them.
He wasn’t in his bedroom when she checked. That was odd. He’d been there when she passed by after she awakened. WHere could he have gone?
Not to the basement. Or the backyard. She would have seen him. And he, unfortunately, did not have the ability to walk silently.
“Where did you go?” She muttered.
She got her answer soon enough. The door to her and Tyler’s room was wide open.
Her first thought was annoyance directed at her child. She’d made it explicitly clear not to wake Tyler up until everything was finished. It wasn’t often he was able to sleep in due to his job. His self-owned bakery opened early to allow those going in for the morning shift to grab a pastry and a beverage on the way to work. It meant he had to be the first one there to get everything up and going.
However, her annoyance seemed to evaporate once she grew closer.
Tyler was indeed awake, sitting up slightly to accommodate Dean, who was in his arms and showing him the card he’d made without any help from her.
“Look, I drewed you in color and Mama in black,” Dean pointed, glancing up at his father.
“I see that,” Tyler kissed him on the head. “You did a good job, Buddy.”
Dean giggled. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. I’m going to hang it up in my office at work.”
Tyler scooped him up, giving Dean a few kisses that made him laugh at a higher pitch.
Despite the strained relationship between Tyler and his father, which had slowly improved after her and Tyler’s relationship became official, he put a lot of effort into ensuring that he wouldn’t repeat any of that with their own child. He was a good father.
He’d shown her that again and again.