🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

The Most Beautiful Work Of Art

This is set before pt. 4

You knocked on the door to the Grave’s home. It was honestly more of a house than a home. A home was filled with love, understanding and a family, and this.. well the Graves could barely be called a family. 

It saddened you to know that Zeke only saw Greg as some asshole that his mom married, not his father. Sure, Greg was rough around the edges, this was no secret, but he was still his father. Greg on the other hand, knew that his son despised him, yet he was still trying to be better for him. 

This was what you loved most about Greg. He was trying to change the way that he had been for so many years. He was changing for the better. And what was even sweeter about him, was how he worried he’d bring you down if you started seeing each other.  

He was willing to sacrifice his own happiness in exchange for making sure you stayed happy. What he didn’t know was that he was a factor in your own happiness, so really  there were more pros than cons. 

You waited outside for only a second before the door opened. Rather than being met by Greg, as you expected, you were met by a very well dressed Zeke. 

“Hey-!” His happy expression shifted to a confused one, “Hi, (Mr./ Mrs./ Is there a nonbinary term for that?) (Name), can I help you with anything?”

“Zeke! Good to see you. Going on a date I assume?” Zeke blushed slightly at the mention of the date.

“Y-yeah. I actually thought you were- anyways, can I help?” Zeke went back to his initial question.

You tried to avoid the question, as you saw Greg telling his son that you and him were a thing much more appropriate. “Umm.. So when is this date of yours? I assume you must be running late, and if not.. Well, showing up early is always a great impression. Even if you have been dating this person for a while. Anyways you should get going- yes.. Bye, have fun!” You took a deep sigh of relief and stepped inside the Grave household. 

“Greg? Greg? Are you home? Please don’t tell me you forgot about our date-” You gawked at the man before your very eyes. 

Greg was dressed comfortably, yet he still looked as formal as he did at work. You looked him up and down, admiring the piece of eye candy before you. Your intense stare had an effect on the normally grumpy man, as a reddish hue was evident on his face. 

“Well~ I see you didn’t forget. I’m glad. But man.. Maybe I should ask you out to a fancy dinner and see how you show up. Also sorry, I kinda let myself in-” 

“No, no, it’s fine. Unless.. Did you run into Zeke?” Greg seemed alarmed at the possibility. 

“Ehh.. yes.. But it’s okay, I got away with it. It appeared he was going on a date himself, so instead of letting him have the time to question anything, I shooed him away to his date.” You could see Greg relax. 

“However.. Umm, Greg, I think you’ll have to tell Zeke about.. us, sooner or later. I haven’t told him anything because it’s your son, and I feel he should hear it from you, but if it’s not from you, then it’s someone else. And I don’t think that’s very good for the relationship that you’re trying to build.” 

"I know. It's just that,” He took a deep sigh, “I'm not sure how he'll react. Or how the way he sees you might change. I don’t want him to think you’re a horrible person because you can find it in you to love me.” 

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise your son won’t hate you for wanting to start your life all over again.” 

“I- I suppose you’re right. I.. I'm just scared to have a conversation with my son- as dumb as it sounds. I'm just scared to speak to him. I.. I basically wrecked his whole life before it even began." Pain intertwined with the heavy burden that he seemed to have carried for many years.