Everything Stays: In the Future

Date Night

It was a nice Friday night. Fred is currently laying on the couch of his home, softly petting Jesse who is laying on his lap. Meanwhile, Fred is resting his head on Yang's chest as she has her arms around Fred, sometimes rubbing her husband's face. Yangs gives off a questioning sound as she moves her head and looks over Fred's face. He cocks an eyebrow and looks back at her.

Fred: Is there a problem?

Yang: I'm not quite sure.

Fred: Excuse me?

Yang: The beard. I'm sure about it?

Fred: Yang. I've had this beard for the past 15 years. Are you seriously NOW unsure about it?

Yang continues to feel Fred's chin and his cheeks. She gets her index finger up and along his upper lip. She feels the beard hair and hums to herself as she thinks about the beard in total.

Fred: This beard has been around for both our kids' births. It has significance.

Yang: I'm just not sure about it.

Fred: Well, you told me, and I quote "I like the beard. Makes you look hot." End quote.

Yang: Well, that was 25 year old me.

Fred: Yang, that was last Thursday.

Yang pouted a little as Fred patted Jesse's head. The dog jumped off of Fred's lap, panted a little and sniffed Fred's face. Fred turned around and planted his face in Yang's chest. She laughed a little and pet Jesse's head.

Yang: I'm serious. I'm really not sure about the beard.

Fred: It's been the same beard for the past 15 years. Oscar has one. So does Ember! And Sun! And Neptune!

Yang: Well, Oscar has a patch.

Fred: Still a beard.

Yang: And May and Blake like beards. Neptune's divorced.

Fred: And you're the one who said: "I like the beard!" So, I keep it.

Yang: But it hides the face!

Fred: Yang...I...I don't know anymore.

Fred crashed down again as Yang began to pet some of his hair. She looked out a bit and saw Jesse, with a ball in his mouth. She waved the dog over and he dropped the ball in her hand. She playfully tossed it towards the back door and he ran over to play some indoor fetch. She giggled a bit as Jesse returned the ball to her.

Yang: How much longer do you think he's got?

Fred: About three more years...maybe. You know it's date night, right?

Yang: Yeah.

Fred: Want to do anything?

Yang: I'm playing fetch.

Fred: Want to watch a movie or something?

Yang: ...Nah.

Fred: Alright then hand me the ball because I'm playing too.

After Jesse dropped the ball in Yang's hand again, Fred quickly rolled it forward. Jesse quickly began to chase after it, causing Fred to laugh slightly.

Yang: I'm still not sure about the beard.

Fred: Ok. You still sure that you don't have a crush on Blake?

Yang: Depends. Do you want a divorce?

Fred: No.

Yang: Then that's my answer.