𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜 ❀ 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚢

vingt-deux (bonus)

F l y n n

While growing up, I was constantly made fun of for having two dads. and While papa was very protective and prone to getting angry, Dad really was more of a talk-it-out sort of guy. and of course I've heard stories from uncle Corbyn and uncle daniel about the way dad and pa were when they met and before they had me. there was even a point in time where i gave pa the silent treatment for leaving me and dad as he did.

i heard stories from Uncle Frankie and them about Pa's transformation, and i was happy he wasn't so sad anymore. sometimes when he and dad got into really bad fights i caught a glimpse of that anger he had learned to mostly control and it was scary. even though i was 16 and shouldn't be scared of such things, i couldn't help but think how strong daddy was to have stayed with papa that long.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"I know you said it was a long time ago when papa was angry all the time but did it ever scare you?" i asked, scooting the breakfast on my plate around.

"Of course it did, i was scared a lot when Jack and I first met, but then i realised something. all of that anger he was taking out wasn't because of me. and once i fell in love with him. i fell in love with every part of him, even the sad angry part. and i tried desperately to fix it. and once he started to change, i fell deeper and deeper in love with him. so it's all worth it. i knew he didn't want to be angry, it was just so hard for him not to be."

"Oh... are you scared now?" He looked at me owlishly,

"Why would i be?"

"Sometimes i still see it, that anger. do you see it too" i asked, wringing my hands. i hated talking about pa like this. i loved him, and it made it me feel bad for even thinking of him this way. dad placed his hand on mine after clearing away my plate.

"Very rarely does your papa display that same hurt he had when we were your age... i- i say anger because that's what was all over him. angry eyes and voice, angry hands and body." he paused shaking his head,

"but really, it was a shield for the hurt that he didn't want anyone to see." then he gave me the look he used when he knew something was up. "
now do you want to tell me what this is about" caught red handed. i gulped, fidgeting in my chair.

"Well, i wanted to tell you and pa something. but I don't want you to get mad at me"

"Well i suppose we can't promise how we will react until we know what it is" Daddy said, leaning against the counter. i dropped my head my hair falling into my face, and nodded,

"Jack, get in here!" Pa was practically at dad's beck and call, it was sweet.

"What's up princess?" Pa said as he entered the kitchen a few moments later.

"Flynn said he wants to tell us something, but you have to promise not to get mad" daddy said and he winked at me, i grinned a little.

"Well what is it?"

"Won't tell until you promise" I said breathlessly, already feeling nervous.

"Okay, i promise. now what's the matter?" pa said impatiently, he always thought i had secrets i didn't want him to know so he was always eager for any ounce of information into my life. as if he didn't already know all of it. well except this.

from what i can gather, dad and pa had two very different highschool experiences up until they met.

"Okay," I started, wiping my hands on my pants. "Remember how I spent the night at Ainslie's last friday? well, we might have snuck out and gone to a party and i might have had sex with this guy from my school." i saw daddy's eyes widen and i hurried to explain,