CUBBY LOVE - MANxMAN

Chapitre Quatre

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COOPER

“Dad, what do you love most about Annie?”

He didn’t even lift his eyes from the newspapers that he’s currently reading, glued to the current news as we waited for the lady in question to finish with her mini-shopping spree with Katie. “She reminds me of your mother, they’re both really beautiful. Does that answer your burning question?”

“But Mom’s dead. Annie’s just a substitute.” He had a brief look of hurt flashed on his face but he kept ignoring me and carried on focusing on the newspaper that he’s reading.

“I’m sorry. I am really out of line, Dad. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Coop, sometimes I never really understand you.”

“What if I don’t wanna be understood?”

“You’re already 19, my dear son. Your teenage years are gone and you should start being a man. Besides, you’re not my only son now, you know that right?”

“I am nothing like Wyatt, he’s the epitome of perfection. So does Annie, Mom’s completely different from her. I’m more like Mom. I’m mediocre at best.”

“Stop saying that to yourself. Haven’t you looked at me?” He finally put his newspapers down, folded it nicely into two on the bench by the space between us and his eyes fixed on my face for once, the same look he had worn every time he figured that it was time to be serious and to be attentive. He would have the same kind look since I was a small child up until now and I could never grow tired of it.

My dad is a chubby 48 year old man and if he’s gay he would definitely be a one big happy, hairy bear. He lost his beauty a while back when ages seem to catch up with his waistline girth and other parts of his body. After he married Mom and she gave birth to me, he didn’t really care about his looks anymore. He let loose and he embraced it, like most married men would. He developed a typical beer belly but he doesn’t even drink that much. He’s inscrutable sometimes, that’s what I love most about my dad: you can’t really read him without trying to get to know him first and only after he allowed you to get closer with trust then you’ll see his inner beauty.

“I got the genes from you, I suppose.”

“Are you blaming me on being fat or are you pointing out your own faults?” He rarely got mad and he’s not really a man of violence, unlike me but if he ever get mad it would be wise to stay out of his way. I figured that my anger management problem is probably inherited from my mom.

She’s a feisty firecracker filled with life, your mother. He would always call her that.   

“What if I say both? Would that make you feel better?”

He gave me that characteristic smirk of his, the same warm and caring smile that he showered me since I was born but not too often. He’s always proud of me no matter what but he didn’t want to give it away too much, only once in a while would suffice in his conscience. “I don’t have to get your approval, you’re my son and I’m happy with the way I look. I don’t know about you Coop but I’m fine. Annie’s taking care of my health. If not I won’t do shit to mind my own.”