The Two of Us (Skyler)

I remember the day my wife came home with a child in her arms. Blanket- wrapped and puffy with newness, his little self looked right at me and smiled. My son. A tiny seed of a person. He was the smallest thing I'd ever seen. So small in fact, that he inspired a manifesto in me. I will let no child of mine be unable to fend for their tiny selves like my son when he was first born. I'll never forget the day, a few months later, that he looked up at me, with those giant eyes, and said, "daddy".

From that day on I knew I had a dissapointment on my hands. Who the fuck says "daddy" first. Kinky bastard. What I'd wanted was a warrior. A son or daughter with the strength to live safely in this horror torn world. Or at least a kid who's not a complete fucking moron. The moment I heard his first idiotic spoken word, I knew I'd probably have a failure on my hands. Despite this, I powered on anyway. Encouraged training, emphasized the importance of strength and resiliance and instilled warrior worthy values in every one of my kids.

A few years ago, I discovered that my son is indeed capable of being what I always dreamed of. He's not exactly a uh, ladykiller or even really very good at getting anyone to like him very much. But he is, thank Ripred, a fucking warrior. So, I find myself enjoying my time with him more and more as I see him grow more and more fierce.

This is why I scheduled a special sparring day for the two of us, a day of nothing but, fighting and fucking around.

"Work was hard but, my dick is harder haha. Except, work's fucking easy and I've got erectile dysfunction but, whatever, I'm home, finally", I think to myself as I walk through the door pf my quaint little suburban slice of hell.

Suddenly I've got arms around me.

"Thank goodness you're home. I was getting worried about you. Anyways, you ready for today?" 

Of course, I'm ready, I live for this shit

 "I was thinking about going to get new equipment for sparring since the stuff I have is shrinking for some reason. Is that okay with you?"

As much as I want to ask my son why his expensive ass shit needs to be replaced so quickly, I put on my most fatherly smile instead.

" Yeah, son, whatever you need, the reaping's coming up soon and we wouldn't want you to be caught less than perfectly trained, right?" I ruffle his hair a bit, too, just to suck up some more of those good dad brownie points.

"Anyways, lets head out".