The World Outside Doesn't Exist •Skyeward One-shots•

Valentine

Okay so this has a by of newtmas in it from tmr for my wonderful but annoying newtmas-trash best friend. Hope you enjoy it :)

"I want to have a special play date on Valentine's Day," Thomas Ward boldly announced in front of his dad. The five year old seemed to have gotten ready all by himself, due to the mismatched clothing and his dark hair, that seemed only half brushed. Grant let out a chuckle and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Oh, and who is this special friend?" Grant teased his son, who had a look of set determination that he was bound to have gotten from Skye.

   Thomas flushed a little and mumbled something Grant couldn't quite hear.

   "Who?" he persisted further, a grin still set on his face.

   "Newt," Thomas finally admitted softly, his cheeks a light pink color. He glanced up at his dad with large brown eyes before looking down at his feet once more.

   Grant knew Newt all right. He came over almost every day to play with Thomas. It was not surprising when he sees the pair giggling as they snuck around the house, most likely off to do some crazy stunt. He also couldn't forget the other kid who occasionally came along either; Minho, a young Asian boy who had enough sass to beat even Skye's endless mockery. Long story short, Grant overall wasn't surprised that Thomas's answer was one of the boys that seemed to be patrolling their home twenty four-seven.

   "That's a great idea, bud," Grant smiled, noticing the look of relief Thomas had as he scrambled onto his father's lap.

   "Can we go to the store? I want to buy him a present too. I have money," Thomas added the last part as if it would help persuade him, he even took a few crumpled dollars out of his pocket to show proof.

   "I think I'll pay for it," Grant laughed, lifting him on his shoulders and ducking carefully as to not hurt Thomas on the doorframe as they headed to the car. He laughed even more when he heard the boy breathe out a small "Thank gosh" under his breath.

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   "I don't know, there's so much!" Thomas exclaimed in frustration, stomping his one foot. Apparently the large row of stuffed animals was too much of a selection.

   "I have an idea," Skye said from behind the two,"How about the black dog? It kinda looks like Bark."

   "Mommy!" Thomas exclaimed, a hugged smile on his face. He sprinted up to her with surprising speed and leapt into her open arms.  Over his shoulder Skye gave Grant a wink, which in other words was a thank you for calling her about their son's sudden desire to spend Valentine's Day with his best friend (and, as Grant had quite obviously caught on, his crush).

   After a rather enthusiastic hang up on the phone from her end she must have rushed home from work to Toy R Us to see the fuss. Grant secretly thinks she's been waiting for this day.

   "Yes," Thomas agreed, his face contorted into thoughtfulness, "it looks just like Bark. He'll love it," he smiled to himself. Skye just met Grants eyes and gave him the oh-my-god-our-son-is-the-cutest look. And quite frankly, he couldn't agree more.

   Grant took the dog off the rack and handed it to his son, who was grinning ear to ear at this point.

   "Thank you for taking me," he said with sincerity towards his dad, and for probably the thousandth time Grant marveled at how old his son already is to him and it's only been five years.