Love Is Ǝvil

27 Maple-Flavored Kisses

"You're home?", his daughter asked surprised. She leaned on the back rest of the couch and looked at him inquisitive.

He lowered the notepad to his chest and looked up to her. "Took the day off." He raised an eyebrow, "Or is that not allowed anymore?"

Hailie shrugged. "Sure. Except you don't take days off. You barely take national holidays off."

"So? I can make exceptions. Didn't feel like going to the studio, so I didn't. Not a big deal." You're hiding, pussy, but you can't hide forever. He sat up to talk properly with her. "How was school today?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, Dad, you always ask the same question and I always give you the same answer: school was lame, like always. Don't you get tired of this?"

"Not at all", he smiled. "It's so boringly normal family-stuff, I love it."

She climbed over the back rest and sat next to him. "Whatever. Do you feel sick or something? When a dog doesn't eat, you know he's sick, right."

"I'm not a dog." You're a cat, evidently, and you purr when somebody has his dick inside you.

She just gave him that look. This look of: don't be stupid.

"I eat fine." Want a saucer of cum? How you have a boyfriend and not had his cum yet? You're really bad at this, little gay looking boy.

She tilted her head: "That's debatable. You always eat weird when something's up, either too much or too little."

That earned an eye roll. "Who are you, my dietitian?"

"Somebody has to look after you. So, what's up? Why the day off?"

"Wanna watch some cartoons?", he asked instead and turned the TV on.

She nudged her elbow into his side. "I'm not six, Dad. I don't watch cartoons anymore."

Now he gave her that look. This look of: I know you better.

She snuggled next to him. "Is Phineas and Ferb on?"

"For you, always." He put an arm around her and snuggled back. The theme song played in the speakers and some colorful mischief flickered across the screen. Happy family fun time.

Which didn't last too long. "You haven't answered my question, though", Hailie said quietly, intently watching the show. "I know something's up, I'm not stupid."

He kissed the top of her head. "I know, I know. But you're my kid and you don't get to mother me. That's the wrong way around." You wish you'd be her mother. Half the litter you got already, you reserve the other half for your boo to knock you up?

"Is it because of Nicky? Did you do something stupid already?", she looked at him. "I would help you. I'm a girl, you know, I can give you some pointers. Lainy, too."

He sighed. "No, it's not Nicky. That's going fine, I think. At least that's what my therapist says and she would know, wouldn't she."

"You talk with your therapist about her but not me? That's mean, Dad, and cold. I feel left out now." She poked into his side. "I'm your daughter, I get dips on your girlfriend stories."

He looked at her skeptically. "Says who?"

"Says me."

"On who's authority?"

"Mine", she answered just as cocky as before. "So, was she at your party? I bet she was. Did you do couples costumes? That would be so cute." Don't ever! I feel sick already, fag.

He cocked his head. "I ain't cute. Didn't we agree, you wouldn't ask me anymore? I remember a conversation like that."

"You said something about a mean grin, a small tidbit like that only buys you roughly two weeks of my silence on the matter. You know, I'm generous like that. If you want more, you need to tell more", Hailie explained calmly and business-like. Then, her expression turned pensive. "Wait a minute, I don't even know what you went as this year. Why don't I know that?"