Sabrina
Friday night, Luca came by after work, and he came by because I asked him to. “You okay?” he asked, once he walked inside.
“I need information, actually.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t get a chance to respond because Felix made a run for him. “Uncle Luca!”
“Hey, bud,” Luca said, lifting him high. “How’s my favorite Fox?”
“Are you having dinner with us?”
“Yep.”
“Can we play Super Smash Bros after?”
“Yep.”
“Yay!” Felix sang.
“How about you go wash your hands, honey,” I said. “We’re gonna eat in five minutes.”
Luca set him on his feet and Felix made his way to the bathroom while Luca washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
“What information do you need, Bree? And if it’s about the Howlers’ save your breath.”
“I think I’m entitled to information on who our nephew’s going to be hanging out with.”
He sighed. “Stick to only taking him there on family nights and you’ll be good.”
“I am so sick of this alpha male bullshit.”
“Ooh, Auntie, you owe Uncle Luca ten dollars,” Felix admonished, waltzing back into the room.
“I’ll take it off his tab,” I sassed, and Felix laughed. “Up you go,” I directed, and Felix climbed up on one of the stools.
“You want milk, bud?” Luca asked, and Felix nodded, so Luca poured him a glass.
“This looks good,” Luca said as I set plates in front of them.
“Mom’s meatballs. She left me some to freeze.”
“She’s the best mom on the planet.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, she really is.”
