17 Meeting the fam

Strolling around the packed airport a heavy sense of nostalgia hit me, this all felt like the first time ye boi and Bella had arrived at forks.

Those were the times, back before the woes of romance and the pure vomit-inducing cringe that is emo and Bell's relationship.

But that is all behind me now! I and Brad strolled around with no goal in mind as we often had done on other planets, Sock safely hidden from the sheeple in my suitcase.

Brad had first introduced me to this fun pass time called counting sheep on planet 437, it involves watching as people move through their day and guessing their goals.

Take this man for example, his hair and clothes in disorder and seemingly in a rush, Brad proposed he just performed coitus while I said he was late for his flight.

Who was right? neither, he just learned of his mother's illness and booked the earliest flight to see her, what happens next?

If we deem his actions bad we create an obstacle in their path, but if we deem them good we solve one problem they have, thus his mother is back to full health.

"Bob!" came a feminine voice from behind me.

Putting our game on hold me and Brad turn to find Bella hurrying in our direction, a look of concern marring her visage.

"Bella?" I was confused as dad was meant to pick me up not her and I had thought her to be too antisocial to come see me here.

"What happened?" her worry radiated off of her as he came close, alas her question wasn't specific enough for me.

So much has happened in the, for her, short time this king has been gone, I and Brad had experienced more than her small smooth brain could imagine.

"Could you be more specific he's a little slow" came a monotone voice from my side as a wild Brad joined the conversation, which earned a confused look from Bella.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Ah sorry for my negligence," he said with a short bow, "This humble one is called Brad and I suppose you could say I'm Bob's son"

"WHAT!" ouch my ears.

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Wait a minute bloody author! did Brad just call me slow! you can't just fade to black before I have a chance to address this slight upon my honour!

Turning to face Brad who was busy conversing with Bella I whipped out my ultimate move, something rarely seen in this age of infidels.

Slap upon the head!

Now you have my permission to continue.

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After a long and awkward car ride where Bells continued to give me sidelong glances, alas, not a word had been shared after our initial conversation.

T'was only when we pulled up to the house, dad waiting in the doorway, that I decided to initiate a dialogue between us, even if ye boi was reluctant to do so.

"So~ how's life treating you?" I asked while playing with Socks hair, Brad pouting on the side, my ice breaker seemed to fly over her head if her reply was anything to go off.

"leave this till we get to dad, I feel if I heard what you said twice my sanity would leave me." she said as she got out of the car, closing the door with force.

Wow~ how rude.

Shutting the door behind me I meander my way towards dad and Bella, Brad just a step behind me, this might be a good time to say that Brad looks like a younger version of me, around three years old, the resemblance is uncanny.

"Dad!" I said as I embrace him into a hug, even if it makes him uncomfortable I can tell he likes it deep down, but his gaze had yet to leave Brad, pure shock and confusion.

"W-who is this?" he asked but seemed to dread the answer, pretending not to notice I place my hand upon Brad's head and introduce him.

"Dad, Bella, I would like to introduce you to my son Brad," dad flinches at this but I continue nonetheless, "He's just turned three years old."

More like three thousand years old but I smartly leave that unsaid, though dad seemed to be having problems processing what I've already said anyway.

"H-how?" he asked in a defeated tone, knowing the only way I, an eighteen year old, could have a three year old is if I had sex before legal age.

Thus what follows is a long and boring explanation on how Brad's 'mother', who isn't real, and I had met at a club where we performed coitus that resulted in Brad.

I claimed to have no knowledge of his birth until about a week ago where I got a call from her brother, she had passed away suddenly and him being a upright citizens chose to dump her kid on me.

This caused dad to misunderstand when I said me and Edythe had broken up due to differing opinions on having children that I chose not to correct him on.

Anyway, for all you lovely people who can't be bothered to read this is the TLDR, fake mom be ded, bro dumps kid on me, me and Edythe no more, big sad.

With help from dad we managed to clear space in my old room and moved an old bed in for Brad to sleep on, with that all out the way I decided to get some shut eye before deciding what to do next.

Hopefully something interesting~

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Howdy their partners it's ye Boi back at it again with another chap, not gonna lie almost for got to post this as I had been tired to all hell.

Started exercising this year/ started working again today has sapped my energy so if the chap seems off I might edit at a later point.

Question time~

Favourite DND class and why?

I personally like a Ranger as I find roleplaying them easier.