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darker_london2010-12-18 11:58 am
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Oh, Littletons (Julian, Joe)
Julian loved Christmas. It was harder these days, without his mother and his baby sister around. It hurt being merry without them, but they had made it through last year, and this year they would do the same. They would get Adam through his first year without Crystal, just as he had gotten them through their first year without Jordan and Jaida.
It was just what the Littletons did. They banded together and they loved.
Julian had put Aislinn down for a nap by singing Christmas songs to her as if they were being performed by a prog metal band. His daughter was going to grow up to be a rock star and he would accept nothing less. The moment she was down, he moved into the living room where he found his father gazing at his computer.
Joe quickly slammed the laptop shut as Julian entered the room.
Julian froze and then he grinned, his expression one of impish glee. "Dad! Were you looking at porn!?" Joe was Julian's best friend, and the pair of them were quite open about anything of a sexual nature simply because they were. Some people discovering their father looking at porn would run away screaming. Julian thought it was hilarious.
Joe turned to face Julian, his cheeks and ears blazing red. "No!"
"Daddy, don't lie to your son," Julian arched an eyebrow at him. He went to stand near Joe, close enough to pat his father's shoulder. "If you were really trying to be discreet about your porn, you probably should have been watching it in your bedroom," Julian said, giving him a look. "That's where I watch mine!"
Joe cast his son an amused look. "Thank you for that advice, Kiddo," he said, standing up from the sofa, which instantly made him tower a foot over his son. And Julian was not short. "Do you want something to eat?"
Julian blinked at the abrupt topic change. "From porn to lunch? Okay then. Heyyyy. Can Damon come over for dinner tonight?" Julian asked, following his father into the kitchen. "He says Joel and his new girlfriend keep making out all over the common room and he doesn't need to see all the hetero."
"Damon said that?" Joe asked, clearly not believing a word of it.
"I may have added my own particular flair to the matter, but the initial request still stands!"
"You know Damon is welcome here any time," Joe said easily. "Tell him I'm making stir fry. And there's no chance of hetero here any time soon, so he's safe."
Julian gave his father a little frowny face in commiseration for Joe's lack of sex life. "If you'd stop beating around the bush and actually asked Angie over, you never know."
"Jules-"
"I know, I know! Not my business." Julian said, throwing his hands in the air. He just wanted to see his father happy again. "Hey, if I go deliver the news in person, can you watch Aislinn? She'll want apple sauce when she wakes up."
"Of course, kiddo."
"Yay!" Julian cheered, heading for his coat. "But, Dad? No wanking when you're supposed to be watching my daughter?"
Joe rolled his eyes at his son and then he pointed at the door. "Out, you little Hellspawn!" he said with a laugh. Julian obliged, giggling the entire way.
It was just what the Littletons did. They banded together and they loved.
Julian had put Aislinn down for a nap by singing Christmas songs to her as if they were being performed by a prog metal band. His daughter was going to grow up to be a rock star and he would accept nothing less. The moment she was down, he moved into the living room where he found his father gazing at his computer.
Joe quickly slammed the laptop shut as Julian entered the room.
Julian froze and then he grinned, his expression one of impish glee. "Dad! Were you looking at porn!?" Joe was Julian's best friend, and the pair of them were quite open about anything of a sexual nature simply because they were. Some people discovering their father looking at porn would run away screaming. Julian thought it was hilarious.
Joe turned to face Julian, his cheeks and ears blazing red. "No!"
"Daddy, don't lie to your son," Julian arched an eyebrow at him. He went to stand near Joe, close enough to pat his father's shoulder. "If you were really trying to be discreet about your porn, you probably should have been watching it in your bedroom," Julian said, giving him a look. "That's where I watch mine!"
Joe cast his son an amused look. "Thank you for that advice, Kiddo," he said, standing up from the sofa, which instantly made him tower a foot over his son. And Julian was not short. "Do you want something to eat?"
Julian blinked at the abrupt topic change. "From porn to lunch? Okay then. Heyyyy. Can Damon come over for dinner tonight?" Julian asked, following his father into the kitchen. "He says Joel and his new girlfriend keep making out all over the common room and he doesn't need to see all the hetero."
"Damon said that?" Joe asked, clearly not believing a word of it.
"I may have added my own particular flair to the matter, but the initial request still stands!"
"You know Damon is welcome here any time," Joe said easily. "Tell him I'm making stir fry. And there's no chance of hetero here any time soon, so he's safe."
Julian gave his father a little frowny face in commiseration for Joe's lack of sex life. "If you'd stop beating around the bush and actually asked Angie over, you never know."
"Jules-"
"I know, I know! Not my business." Julian said, throwing his hands in the air. He just wanted to see his father happy again. "Hey, if I go deliver the news in person, can you watch Aislinn? She'll want apple sauce when she wakes up."
"Of course, kiddo."
"Yay!" Julian cheered, heading for his coat. "But, Dad? No wanking when you're supposed to be watching my daughter?"
Joe rolled his eyes at his son and then he pointed at the door. "Out, you little Hellspawn!" he said with a laugh. Julian obliged, giggling the entire way.