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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 17:05:11 GMT -5
"Cyn, are you cooking?" Derrek yelled first thing as he walked through the door. She had better be goddamn cooking, he decided, hearing noises in the kitchen. John would be over soon and they had a lot of shit to work over that day.
Over the last few years they had both decided what a frankly shitty alpha Arthur was, and even though he was holding the pack, Derrek was f**k**g sick of his attitudes. He had played a good second but relished the nights he and John sat around drinking, talking about how things could be BETTER.
And by tomorrow it would be, if tonight went right.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 19:26:21 GMT -5
"Yes, dear." Cyn called from the stove, her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a tired look on her face.
"Da!" Frank yelled from his high chair at the sound of his father's voice.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 19:54:51 GMT -5
"frankie." Derrek walked over to his son and lifted him up, shooting Cyn a look. "It's all happening tonight."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 19:58:58 GMT -5
Cyn nodded slightly and kept her back to him, not exactly thrilled about the plan. "When's John coming over?"
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 20:08:20 GMT -5
"Sundown." Derrek frowned at her but didn't ask
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 20:11:19 GMT -5
Cyn nodded and took the pot off the burner before turning towards him.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 20:14:39 GMT -5
Derrek watched her silently, holding Frank easily in one arm
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 20:20:45 GMT -5
Cyn wiped her hands off on her pants before walking to him and kissing his cheek. "D'you want to eat now or wait?"
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 20:27:29 GMT -5
"Wait." Derrek said gruffly
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 20:29:50 GMT -5
Cyn nodded, taking Frank when he reached for her. "I'll feed Frank."
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 20:34:47 GMT -5
Derrek nodded slightly
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 20:37:08 GMT -5
Cynthia put him back in his high chair, going to the stove to dish some of the spaghetti.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 20:42:51 GMT -5
Derrek stood, watching her
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 20:49:23 GMT -5
Cyn set the plate down so the food could cool, glancing at Derrek.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 21:03:19 GMT -5
Derrek sighed and turned to go inti the living room
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 21:06:05 GMT -5
Cyn leaned against the counter and rubbed at her eyes.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 21:11:28 GMT -5
Derrek sat down, turning the TV on
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 21:15:16 GMT -5
Cyn sighed and got a beer from the fridge, settling Frank on her hip and taking the drink to Derr as a peace offering.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Jan 28, 2011 21:34:53 GMT -5
Derrek looked up at her, taking the beer silently
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jan 28, 2011 21:37:40 GMT -5
Cyn bit her lip and sat next to him.
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