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Post by Zippy on Dec 26, 2011 20:32:09 GMT -5
Erin looked at him once more before nodding, and shut the door. Shit. She walked over to Melody's bedroom, and knocked on the door.
"Mel. Talk to me." No answer. "I'll help you convince Daddy to let you date Michael." Melody opened the door.
"Really?" She gave her mother a confused look. "Why?"
"Because I want us to be a family again. And if you really love him- well there's nothing I can do to change that, then, huh?" Melody nodded and hugged her mother, and they waited for David to come home from work.
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Post by David on Dec 26, 2011 20:38:33 GMT -5
David had been grouchy all day. The end of the year meant the start of tax season, which meant David worked long hours for for three months solid. When he got home, he really just wanted to relax.
"Erin? Sweetie, I'm home." He called out, hanging up his coat.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 26, 2011 20:55:38 GMT -5
Melody and Erin planned how to do this perfectly. They both came to greet David, with Melody hugging and kissing him first.
"hi Daddy! Did you have a good day at work?" she backed away and Erin hugged and kissed him too.
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Post by David on Dec 26, 2011 20:59:03 GMT -5
David blinked, then frowned darkly. "What the hell is going on?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 26, 2011 21:04:41 GMT -5
Melody frowned. "I used to always greet you when you came home."
Erin sat David down on his comfy leather chair and began to massage his shoulders.
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Post by David on Dec 26, 2011 21:13:39 GMT -5
David eyed both women suspiciously. "What's this all about?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 26, 2011 21:32:51 GMT -5
Melody kneeled down at her Dad's feet. "Please please let me date Mike ! He's sorry for the things he said and he loves me!"
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Post by David on Dec 26, 2011 21:37:01 GMT -5
David clenched his jaw and shot an accusatory look at Zippy. "Are you in on this??"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 26, 2011 21:42:36 GMT -5
"We are being narrow minded, David. If she wants to date him- who are we to say no? Tristan stopped by today..." Erin bit her lip, glancing at him. "He said Mikey isn't involved in anything. He's a good guy."
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Post by David on Dec 26, 2011 22:06:17 GMT -5
David blanched, his voice tight and low. "Tristan came. Tristan came here. To my house."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 27, 2011 1:47:04 GMT -5
"Yeah," Erin admitted, frowning. "It was weird." She took David's hand and kneeled down next to her daughter in front of him. "Obviously I'm not happy about this either but we should end this now. We really should."
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Post by David on Dec 27, 2011 1:57:54 GMT -5
David looked back and forth between them -- his two girls -- and frowned. "So, I'm just supposed to be okay with this? After everything he said to us? After all the lies you've told to your mother and me?"
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Post by Zippy on Dec 27, 2011 2:12:50 GMT -5
Melody gave her Dad a pleading look. "Please, Daddy. Can't we just start over? I know its weird for you and Mama...and if I woulda known I never would have even toyed with the idea...but now its happened."
Erin grabbed David's hand. "But the lying and the sneaking around. That will be punished," she assured him, and gave her daughter a stern look, who immediately nodded. "And Melody has agreed to give half her clothes to charity."
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Post by David on Dec 27, 2011 2:18:42 GMT -5
He sighed, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I--that kid's a Shamien so I know you've already--Jesus, Melody, you're gonna kill me."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 27, 2011 2:26:50 GMT -5
((HAHAAHAHHAHAHA omg best David line EVER. You're a genius))
Melody squealed and hugged him. "You're the best! I'm going to invite Mike over for dinner tomorrow!" She ran off and Erin climbed onto David's lap, and kissed him.
"I've been trying to get her to donate half her closet for years. That girl's got way too many clothes." She snuggled him.
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