The dining room was warm and cozy, filled with the rich aroma of my mom's cooking. I'd never been so relieved to be out of a car.
But Dad had other plans- specifically, finding a way to get me to leave with Lucas.
"Is it really okay for you to be out here with us?" he asked, his tone more pointed than casual.
I leaned back in my chair, rolling my eyes. "Do you know how many times you've already asked me that?" I shot back. "Lucas already healed me. I'm not going anywhere, no matter how subtle you are. Don't worry."
"Age only brings more worries, don't you know that by now?" Dad huffed, crossing his arms. "And knowing how hurt you are, how could I not worry about your health?"
"Oh, I'm so glad you're happy to see me too, Dad," I said, irritation clear in my voice.
"You're lucky you're my son. Otherwise, I'd beat you for this attitude."
"What a cranky old fuck," I grumbled.
"You-"
"Thomas! Stop it! Tyler, stop being rude to your father!" Mom snapped.
