Breakfast

You wake up to hear some sound coming for the kitchen and see that your wife has already left bed, it's safe to assume she's making breakfast. As you walk downstairs you hear her talking to your son Alex.

"It was beautiful, Alex. They had such raw passion on the screen, I think you'd really like it." you hear from Hannah.

"Yeah, mom. Sounds like it was really good, I'll check it out later maybe." you hear Alex say back softly. Well everything he says is soft, he's a bit effeminate and you think he might be gay, not that you care. He's pretty pale, with longish dark brown hair down past his ears and he's even smaller than you at 5'4. He's very skinny but he always wears big hoodies down past his butt that are almost dresses with how long they are.

You turn the corner into the kitchen and take a look at Hannah smiling, "There he is." she says as she puts some more bread into the toaster.

"Morning." you try and say forgetting about last night. "Hey Alex."

"Hey dad." he softly says back. "Sounds like you two had a really nice night."

"Uh.. Yeah, it was fun" as you sit down.

"Sure was." Hannah puts down a plate of breakfast with a wink and turns towards the sink as you watch her bubble butt bounce a little as she walks away.

Hannah seems to think that the night you two had was mutual but at the time it seemed anything but. You remember her gushing figuratively and literally at another man while you sat and watched like an outsider.

"Well thanks for breakfast mom. I'm gonna go upstairs, probably watch that movie later." and with that Alex zoomed upstairs.

Hannah sits down to eat herself and where you two would normally talk over the meal, her face is buried in her phone. Her plump lips in sit a slight smile and a slight blush on her face as you can only guess what she's looking at.