Good News,I Fell in Love. Bad News,I Fell in Love with my Stepbrother

chapter 26

The next day I had just gotten home from school and was beginning to work on my homework when the front door slammed closed. I looked up from my math book wondering who was in such a bad mood. The next moment my father had stormed into the kitchen.

“Hey Dad, I didn’t think you’d be home so soon. I thought your business trip was going to last longer,” I said in a single breath. What I really meant was why are you home so early and does it have to do with me?

My father turned to glare at me for a moment before his glare softened and he smiled. I instantly relaxed and smiled too. “Hey Kiddo, sorry if I scared you,” was his response as he held his arms out for a hug.

I happily ran to him and hugged him, “I’ve missed you Dad. Why are you home?”

He sighed, “Jessica says I don’t spend enough time here with the family so she made me come home,” he grumped.

I smiled, “Well, look at you, the family man!” I teased.

My father smiled and ruffled my hair, “Amazing isn’t it? You want to help me make dinner, Princess?”

I grinned and nodded. It was times like these that I truly loved my father. He could be a real asshole sometimes, but other times he would be like a real father. He would be the dad I had never had but always wanted. He was kind and loving, funny and friendly, and just overall a great guy. It was times like this that I could truly understand why women like Jessica and the other women my father had dated throughout the years saw in him. I could honestly see a good guy.

I loved these times, and I cherished them, because they would only last for so long. Either he’d leave or something would make him upset and my fun-loving dad would disappear. A mean, cold, heartless, unforgiving man would take his place.

I shook my head and tried to get those thoughts out of my head as I opened the refrigerator, “So what are we making, Pops?”

Dad scrunched his nose, thinking, “How about spaghetti?” he asked.

“Nah, we had that last week,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Pot roast?”

I threw him a disgusted look that didn’t need any translating.

“Oh yeah, you got sick because of that once didn’t you? Didn’t touch it for a while.”

“Still haven’t,” I said with a smirk.

“How about roasted chicken, mashed and baked potatoes, stuffing, and salad. You can even make some of that pie that your mom taught you how to make.”

“Sounds great, you start with the chicken and I’ll work my magic with the pie.”

My father looked at the kitchen counter as I began to grab the ingredients I would need for my pie out of the pantry, “Were you working on homework, kiddo? I can make dinner by myself if you need to do that,” he called from the kitchen.