"We'll see you Monday, Bella. Have a good weekend." Alice told her sister while waving goodbye.
"You guys have a good weekend, too." She responded energetically while waving back as well.
Wishing her well, gramps drove us to my home and threw his armored truck in park before all three of us exited it and entered my home.
"Mom, dad, we're back. Oh, and I brought gramps too." I announced, coming through the entrance.
"Welcome home, sweety, Alice, and dad, what brings you here today?"
"Do I need a reason to visit my little girl and her husband?"
"Mm, I suppose not. Well, since you're here, you might as well join us for dinner. We're having barbecue tonight."
"Ohh, then definitely count me in." The old vet said while displaying a hungry expression and rubbing his hands together.
While mom was getting the meats ready for dinner, we three headed for the living room and met up with my father. Plopping on the couches, the four of us made small talk for the next several minutes. We continued chatting when mom called for the men to man their stations, thus we wasted no time and got busy getting the equipment ready in the backyard. Not long after that, my mother Jane came out with tray after tray of meat. Hungry, we went right to work and threw the various cuts of seasoned meat onto the grill.
I could get used to this. It's almost like I'm back in my old world with my family.
Reminiscing of my previous life I left behind way too soon, I continued grilling and handing the meat off as they were finished cooking on the grill. Shortly thereafter, everything was hot ready, so we collectively walked over and sat at the large outside table and began eating to our hearts' content. Time passed on from then and eventually we finished the meal and let the miss maid robot begin cleaning up.
The five of us conversed about our days and at some point, gramps decided to open up his mouth and help me out with my ride situation. "So, Jane, it's come to my attention that you're preventing my grandson from getting his first vehicle. What's that about?"
"Well, isn't it a bit early to be letting my son drive around in his own car unsupervised when he's only 11?" Mom countered, ready to battle it out with her dad.
"Sure, if he was a normal 11-year-old boy. However, since he isn't, that point won't work here. So what's the real reason?"
"... I just don't want him to be driving around on his own isn't that good enough?"
"He wants to be, and you can't expect me to be chauffeuring him around all the time. So why don't you give in and allow the kid to do what he wants? It's not like he'll get into any trouble."
"..."
"Oh, come on mom it'll make things easier for me and I won't have to inconvenience gramps every time Alice and I need to get somewhere that isn't close by." I piled on trying to get her to cave to my request.
"They have a point, honey. And he's already more than capable of driving around all on his own if he's already manufacturing weapons and all sorts of technology." My dad followed up trying to help but not realizing that he just informed my mother about something I didn't wish for her to know of just yet.
"...Wait a minute, what did you just say he was making???" Mom asked very seriously, focusing right onto the weapon manufacturing bit, no doubt.
Fuck, of course dad would let the cat out of the bag.
As the old man and I were staring daggers at my dear ole dad, along with my mother, dad reiterated what he just said while beginning to nervously sweat. "Ahh, weapons and technology."
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Wasteland Conqueror
Science Fiction| Description | Dom, a man in his mid-twenties, suddenly gets reincarnated into the harsh post-apocalyptic world of his favorite game series, Wastelander. With his previous life ended and his new one just beginning he needed a new goal to strive for...
