*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
The alarm wakes me up. I sit on the side of the bed for a couple of minutes before dragging your feet to the bathroom. I wash myself and go downstairs surprised to find only my dad having breakfast.
He is eating cereal? huh.
"Morning kiddo" Dad says scrolling on his phone, while looking over his glasses.
My dad is hard to judge looks wise since I'm straight, but some of the facts straight men can confess too. First and foremost he got my stunning mom, which is a fair clue of how handsome he is in the eyes of women. I was also unlucky to hear my mom at night a couple of times. So I can also fairly say that he is good in bed. There was also this one time, which I'm not proud of, where i got into the bathroom after my day had a shower. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look, but before I knew what was going on I had a glance at his dick and its pretty decent. Other than that my dad doesn't really have a lot of hair. His hair is grey on the sides and he is practically bald on the top. He is working hard enough to stay in shape. Although he doesn't have abs, but his big arms are enough for a man his age.
"This isn't that bad" he says mentioning the breakfast. He is used to eating fresh breakfast, that my mom often cooks in the morning.
"Morning Dad," I say as I grab a bowl for the cereal, "Where is mom?"
I sit on the table in front of him. and starts eating breakfast.
"She had to run early today," he answers, "Said something about an important day at work today"
I can tell, he wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying.
"Aight cool" I reply and finish my cereal.
As I was putting everything back in place in the kitchen my dad asks, "You still haven't talked to Noah?"
I almost had a good morning. It was a decent morning. But he had to bring her up.
"No Dad" I scuff.
"Kiddo, listen to me, don't give up. When I was your age, I had a lot of trouble with your mom" he starts talking and takes off his glasses, "In fact, we didn't get along at all in the beginning. That's how relationships work. There are ups and downs in life but if you really care, and I know you do, you have to work it out."
He stood up, stretched his arms and started heading to the door. "Work it out John".
what a mess. I'm starting to doubt that my mom can fix this. I mean she doesn't have to, but she was really involved in all of that herself. Who am I kidding, she can't do shit. She is too busy with her work. I have to talk to Noah myself. I can also try trusting my mom and see what happens.
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