Moral of the Story

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Y/N was up early. Well... Early her time, normal Brooklyn time. She woke to her father making breakfast and Sherri making a pot of coffee for the house. Chloe was still upstairs, being the teenager who slept in until 1 in the afternoon.

"Morning, June Bug," Thomas smiled, watching her come down in an oversized sweater and sleep shorts.

Her hair disheveled from the lack of sleep and face blank. She was a grumpy morning person and not like, "Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee," kind of cliche, but like a, "Don't talk to me until I'm ready to talk to you," kind of person.

"Mmmm," she hummed back before scooting to one of the barstools and throwing her head on the counter.

"Long night?" Sherri laughed, pouring the freshly made coffee into a mug. "I noticed your dad's car was gone when I got up for some water in the middle of the night."

"I was supposed to go out with Vis and Wanda, but they canceled," she began to explain. Only lifting her head when she smelled the cup of joe sat in front of her. "Thank you," she said, grabbing it and stirring in the creamer and sugar Sherri also placed in front of her. "Anyway, I thought I could use a drink after yesterday and well... It was just a long night."

"Where did you go for a drink?" Thomas asked.

"Place next to where Wanda and Vis were going to take me," she answered, taking a careful sip of the carmel colored drink. "Some small bar. It was nice though."

"You didn't drive my car back intoxicated, did you?" Thomas said with a playful stern eyebrow pointed to her.

"Yes, because you taught me no better than that," she sassed before sitting up and stretching. "I didn't get drunk, so driving back wasn't an issue."

"Good."

There was comfortable silence with soft sounds of Sinatra playing in the background as the couple moved around the kitchen gracefully and Y/N took a second to wake up some more.

"What time are Denise and John coming with the family?" she asked, getting up to refill her half gone cup.

"They should be here around 1, Denise said. They were going grocery shopping and had to run a few errands before making their way here," Sherri answered.

Y/N looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was 9:30. They had some time before their brunch with the family.

"If we're doing a full on brunch with the family, why are you guys making breakfast?" Y/N laughed.

"Just some eggs, bacon, and toast. Nothing special," Thomas shrugged, scooping the bacon onto a paper plate with paper towels covering it to catch the grease.

Y/N's nose scrunched at the meat. She had been a vegetarian since practically middle school and had always tried to get her dad to switch to turkey bacon to try and be at least a little healthier, but he said it was his one meat he would never give up.

"You guys need to invest in some reusable paper towels," she said standing up and grabbing a piece of toast as it popped from the toaster.

"With the bacon grease? I don't think that'll be easy to come out," her dad shook his head before placing the small buffet out on the island counter.

"Well, you could just stop eating bacon. There, solved," she said with a cheeky grin to her dad who rolled his eyes at her.

"I told you Y/N," he started.

"You'll never give up bacon," Y/N finished for him. "Well, keep at it old man, and your heart is going to be telling you the same thing I am."

"She's not wrong," Sherri shrugged.