I didn't think it was possible.
His return.
Up until now. . . he was dead.
It was a blinding dark.
Until it became the upcoming of dawn.
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I'm not sure which sound I dislike more. The clock ticking and counting down how many minutes are left in the day. Or the news on the TV stating another devastating issue that arose.
I drop my keys on the counter in the kitchen and look at Chase.
"Could you turn that off?" I ask him, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.
He's seated on the couch, remote in hand and concentration on the TV in front of him. I don't know why he likes watching the news when it's never anything good anyways.
He turns around to look at me. "Did your visit with Ink not go well?"
I run a hand over my face and take a seat on the stool beside me. The kitchen and living room are almost one big room in itself since the only thing separating them is an archway.
"It went fine. Nobody ever told me how difficult persuading an adult would be over a child but here we are. He's not interested in coming home for Thanksgiving."
Chase chuckles. "Let him spend it with his friends at college. He's probably happy to finally be on his own."
I frown.
Since raising him was pretty much my responsibility, I felt like I had to keep an eye on him. Especially since this is the mafia. Anything could happen.
Not only that, but he's spent every thanksgiving with us and this would be the first one where he doesn't. I guess I'm just feeling a little sad about that.
Chase adds, "it isn't like you don't have a kid here for thanksgiving."
I smile softly.
"Where is she, anyways?" I ask, looking around.
He cocks his head towards the staircase. "Taking a nap. She and Fluff were running around earlier like crazy."
I laugh, my mood lightening a bit. Fluff is our white cat we got two years ago. She acts more like a dog than a cat but it's not something we complain about. It's good for Dawn.
Chase mutes the TV and says, "I tried taking her for ice cream while you were out and thought I'd have to use that leash I bought for her."
I walk over and smack him on the shoulder. "Chase Denvin you will never use that leash on my daughter."
He throws his hands in the air. "She doesn't stay still! I'm going to lose her one day and your going to wish I used the leash."
I roll my eyes. "You're being over dramatic, she's curious."
"Curious enough to run into the road," he mumbles.
I narrow my eyes on him. "You better be curious enough to see your next day and keep a good eye on her."
He holds eye contact for another minute before smiling and tugging me down to him, ruffling my hair. I push at him and smack his chest to get him away while laughing at the ridiculous situation.
