The Good Hair Family Sitcom

S3 E14.1: Wyatt's Snowstorm

Amber's POV

When Andi and I first moved in together, when we were just married and had about enough cash to buy a tea kettle and that's it. My favorite thing about it was getting to open my eyes in the morning and see her. Here, now, that's still the same. It's cloudy today, but she's a light on her own, sitting up, back facing me, in her baby blue sleep tank.

"Good morning," I whisper.

Without looking back, she responds, quiet as a butterfly's wings, "Good morning."

With the instant burst of energy she always delivers to me, I sit up and crawl over to her side of the bed where her legs hang over the edge. I come up from behind and kiss her cheek, letting my love leak out for an extra second before retreating, realizing she's still as stone.

Concerned, I ask, "Are you okay?"

I feel like that's all I've been asking recently.

"Yeah," Andi replies. "Fine. I, uh— My leg's still asleep."

I untuck my knees from under my bottom and settle beside her, analyzing her leg myself. It looks normal, but for some reason, I'm still worried.

"How long have you been awake?" I wonder.

"Not long."

"Didn't this happen yesterday?"

"It went away soon," she assures me. "I just have to wait again."

"Okay," I accept, only because I don't know what pressing further would help with. "Do you want me to bring you breakfast?"

"Uh, sure. Thanks."

I smile and give her another sugar-glazed kiss, this time on her lips.

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Wyatt's POV

My dads' bowls of oatmeal rattle as I smack the paper from school down on the kitchen table.

"Don't real it," I tell them, "but can you initial here to show that you read it?"

Papa yanks the page out from under my hand, and I'm too weak to stop him.

Confused, he asks, "How are you failing art?"

"What?" Daddy says.

"I took the class to try to mix a new colour," I explain, annoyed, "but apparently all the colours have already been discovered."

Daddy frowns. "I'm disappointed in your school's science curriculum."

"Can you just sign it?"

Papa ignores my request and keeps reading the letter. I bounce on my feet while I wait anxiously for him to be done.

"You're going to have to retake the class in summer school," he suddenly says.

"What?" I react in shock, grabbing the paper back to see.

"Did you even read it?" Daddy asks.

"No! Why would I? I thought I knew what it said!"

Daddy sighs and stirs his oatmeal while Papa takes back the paper again.

"You're getting 34%," Papa reads then looks up at me, "but there's a final project worth 20% still, so if you do well on that, you could pass the class." Papa glances at Daddy and checks, "Right?"

Papa shows Daddy the page, and Daddy nods.

"Yes," he replies, "because he currently has 43%."

"Oh," Papa responds.