Bad boys don't let go

Bonus Chapter - Supper with the family

Bonus Chapter - Supper with the family

A/N: So you all know that while Dan was in the hospital, Jillian was spending her afternoons with his family.

A lot of you seem to love Hank so I figured, let’s make a bonus scene with Hank!! Enjoy!

Jillian’s POV

There were only two more days until Dan would come out of the hospital and it seemed the whole family was happier because of it.

We were all eating silently around the dinner table when suddenly, there was a loud outburst from Hank.

“OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!” He exclaimed.

His mother jumped while his father simply looked up slowly as though it was normal for his son to yell so loudly.

We all blinked and awaited for him to continue.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell us what you have to say darling?” Anna asked.

“Jillian, I have a question.” He announced eagerly.

“Okay, shoot.”

“I stepped on a corn flake, does that make me a serial killer?!” And he proceeded to burst out laughing. “Get it? Cereal killer… serial killer?”

“Yeah, I had gotten it.”

“Well why aren’t you laughing?” He asked disappointed.

“Oh honey,” His mother cooed. “Sometimes in life, there are jokes that aren’t funny.”

“And sometimes there are jokes that suck.” His father completed, earning a glare from Anna. He cleared his throat and turned to me. “So Jillian, have you ever heard the joke about the skunk?”

“Uh no?” I replied uncertainly.

“Good, because it stinks!” He exclaimed, laughing heartily.

The joke was so bad that I started laughing too.

“I don’t get it.” Hank pouted. “How come dad’s joke made Jillian laugh and not mine?” He crossed his arms like a child.

Sometimes I wonder if Hank is really in his twenties or if his mind was kidnapped by fairies when he was a kid…

“Okay, I have one too.” I declared and they all looked at me attentively. “Knock. Knock.”

“Who’s there?” They asked simultaneously.

"Nobody."

"Nobody who?"

I simply stared at them and waited for them to understand.

Anna was the first one to catch on as she chuckled slightly. Then her husband did too, his name is Michael I believe.

Hank eventually understood once his mother broke it down for him.

“It’s not fair! I’m not usually this stupid.”

“It’s okay darling, Dan’s accident has put us all on edge recently.” She said warmly, giving me a look that said I-know-something-you-don’t.

We finished supper and Hank went with his father to do who knows what. Anna and I were washing the dishes.

“So sweetie, how are things with you and Dan?” She asked.

“They’re great, why?”

“Oh nothing.”

I looked at her dead in the eye. She clearly wanted to tell me something. “Tell me.”

“I just think you two would make beautiful grandchildren!” She blurted.

Oh. My. God.

“W-we might not even last.”

“But I ship you!” She protested.

“You what?”

“I ship you darling. I read about it on the internet. In other words, I root for you two to be together. I even thought of a couple name.”

I raised a brow. “Which would be?” I asked amusingly.

“Dillian.” She sighed dramatically. “Anyway, I must finish cleaning, I just have one thing to ask of you Jillian.”

“Yes?”

“Take care of my son.” She smiled. You could see the emotion in her eyes; tenderness, love, caring. All the things a mother has for her child. A thing I remember seeing in my mother’s eyes once ago.

“I’d never dream of doing otherwise.” I smiled as well.

***END OF BONUS CHAPPY***

A/N: I know, I KNOW! It's not amazing but the next chapter will make up for it and the one after that is gonna be really boss. (At least, I hope you'll think so!)

GO CHECK OUT MY NEW STORY: Love incognito. If you haven't already.

ALSO, because this is a poopy chapter, I made you guys not one, but TWO poems:

1) Scarves

Scarves are like neck snakes

They can kill you like a noose.

Is the plural of noose niece?

Because I'm a niece.

I can kill you.

Word.

2)  Helicopters

Helicopters are yellow.

I wish they were  purple.

No I don't.

Yellow is the color of apples.

Sometimes apples are green.

Usually, they're red.

Glove wearing nuns don't ride helicopters.

But they eat apples.

Word.

SO? Should I dump the stories and become a poet instead? ;) I kid, I kid. 

So tell me: Which poem was your favorite?