Dad comes home.

The sound of the front door opening caught all of your attention. You got up to see who it was, it was dad, home early for some reason. He walked into the kitchen, putting his briefcase on the counter. "Glad to see somebody finally cleaned up this mess." He said, taking off his scarf. It took maybe longer than it should have for him to realise his wife was sitting there in front of him. "Oh, uh, hi, er- Allison." He stuttered. Wow, really smooth, dad.

Your mom frowned, you had always loved the way Allison frowned, you loved most of her expressions. "Paul, you don't have to call me that when it's just us."

"Yeah, well, I think it's best if we all get used to you being Allison and not Jennifer." He said matter-of-factly.

"Dad!" Hissed Tabatha.

"I'm not just going to forget who I've been for the past fourty years Paul! I may look like a teenager but I'm a grown woman dammit! I'm still the woman you married eighteen years ago!" She said, bunching herself up. You had never seen Allison get like this before. Then again, you and her had never really had a fight.

"No, I don't see my wife in front of me. I see the bimbo who took my boy's innocence, do you really expect me to have my son's leftovers?" He said. Your mouth hung open. How can he talk to her like that? Tabitha left the room with tears in her eyes and your mom just sat there. She stood up and walked over to your father. He flinched away as she came up. Her arm lashed out and she caught him full on in the face. He recoiled, and looked at her with a look that showed no love. "That will be quite enough, Allison. I hope you have a ride arranged for home." He looked at you. "I'll be in my office." He marched off and left the room in cold silence.

Your mother's sob cut through it, and you found yourself moving to her immediately. You wrapped your arms around her. "Shhh, it's ok." You whispered. "You don't deserve that."

She nestled her face into your chest. "I didn't want any of this to happen, Tim."

You took her by the chin. "It's ok, I'm here for you." You kissed her. It lasted for a good four seconds before she pushed you away,

"Tim, what the hell are you doing!" She said loudly.

What the fuck! What the FUCK did I just do! "I don't know, I'm sorry." You repeated that several times.

She was flushed red. "I should be going." She almost ran out, her cell phone in hand.

You stood there alone in the kitchen. "What just happened?" You asked yourself.