𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

t.m. ~ father

Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Thursday, 1965
12:03 p.m.

•••

"Raising one kid is already a hard time, Keith."

"Oh please, you just hit em' if they do something bad!" He said. "What? No! Jesus Two, you said you wanted to marry me and have kids together but here you are thinking children will obey if you hit them." I said.

"Well what do you know about parenting huh?" He scoffs. "Excuse you, I have a kid brother if that's not obvious enough." I said. "Well, you have your mom to help you with that." "And yet, my mother works most of the time, leaving me with him."

"A kid will not obey even if you keep hitting em'. You just gotta validate their feelings. Like if they do bad things, you think about what you did at your age because what they do is basically what you did when you were their age." I said.

"Wow. Okay momma Y/n. You'd be a good mother after all and it was no mistake wanting to marry you." He said, sneaking up behind me with his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

We then heard an "ew"

"Eww." I saw my brother say. "You're gross!" "Shut up, kid." Two says, ruffling his hair. I then watched then as they chase each other down.

I smile thinking about how Two-Bit would be such a goofy and amazing father.

Except for the part where he thinks it's good to beat children, yeah I don't know if he'll grow out of that.