Post by Brad Kane on Oct 2, 2010 20:02:10 GMT -6
I sit in a chair, flipping through the TV channels on a Saturday night. Everyone is quiet though a few people are missing from the place this evening. With Evan out wrestling yet, the thrill of having someone to make fun of Megan with is gone because the kids do their own thing. I decide to settle it on a football game, leaning back and putting my hands behind my head. With a bottle of water next to me along with a bowl full of chips, I'm set. Megan is sitting in the chair next to me in our bedroom, reading a magazine, trying to keep her focus on it.
Hell, she looks nice tonight. I know one of the children is gonna come in here soon though, saying they can't sleep. Happens every night, unless its Chris. He doesn't have a problem. The younglings, though, yeah, it gets a little crazy sometimes. Megan puts down her magazine for a moment and stretches. Her stomach gets exposed. I feel like reaching out and just poking her in the belly button for no other reason then to make her giggle. She's so ticklish. I resist, focusing on the halftime report.
The door swings open and there stands Lilly. She's in her pajamas, holding onto a stuff animal. Her eyes are wide open. Yeah, I know just by looking she hasn't fallen asleep at all. Probably thanks to that sugar that Freya gave her. I got nothing against my kids having sugar but not half an hour before they go to bed. That's just got bad idea wrote all over it. She doesn't waste a second in running towards me and hopping up into my lap.
Lilly: Hi daddy.
Brad: Hey Lilly, can't sleep?
She shakes her head, looking at the TV. I should put it on some form of cartoons for her. Megan puts her reading material back down and smiles at her stepdaughter.
Megan: Why can't you sleep?
I watch Lilly shrug not knowing why for sure. She grabs me tightly anyways as I finally put it on The Flintstones for her.
Lilly: Yay, Pebbles is on.
That's what she calls it, Pebbles. Lilly gets a case of the giggles watching the cartoon. I laugh along with her. The commercials come up as she looks up at me with her blue eyes.
Lilly: Can I ask you question?
Brad: Of course you can. I hope I have the answer.
Lilly: Why don't you like wrestlin' no more?
I begin to open my mouth but quickly shut it. Lilly keeps her gaze on me, Megan looking over to hear this herself. I quickly think of something.
Brad: Well I really don't know honey. I guess I just woke up and didn't like it.
Lilly: That's a bad reason. You should still do it. You tell me not to quit!
She has me there. I did tell her how to do something she hated. Now she loves it. Get your kids hooked on veggies young I tell ya.
Brad: I know I tell you not to quit but I didn't quit.
Lilly: Then why are you not wrestlin'?
Brad: Because uh... I...
Damn kid is too sharp for her age. Megan tries not to laugh watching me fumble around with a possible answer.
Brad: I guess I did quit. Tell you what, if daddy wrestles again, will you be able to sleep?
Lilly: Yeah. We don't want you to quit. You love it like us!
Brad: Oh you think so?
She nods her head with a smile on her face. I stand with her in my arms and carry her into the girls' bedroom. Everyone else is sleeping peacefully as I tuck Lilly back in.
Brad: First thing tomorrow, I'll call in and tell them I want to wrestle again, okay baby?
Lilly: Okay.
She yawns.
Lilly: And you do love wrestlin' daddy.
Brad: Yeah, I guess I do huh? Now go to bed before daddy puts you into the tickle torture!
I listen to her giggle before nodding her head. I kiss her on the forehead and leave the room. So much for the break. Perhaps my little girl is right, I do love the business.
Megan: You put too much pressure on yourself, that's why you didn't care...
Brad: Huh?
The hell is she talking about?
Megan: You wanting to be the best ever. You've done amazing things in nCw and you don't need to feel like you need to prove yourself anymore. You don't need to stooge to get into a tournament.
Brad: You think so?
Megan: Just do what you do best and you'll be fine. Plus I know you want to team with Evan so, yeah. Either you wrestle again or I'll slap you!
Good enough reason. I suppose I shouldn't have done this in the first place. Damn family getting in the way of me doing stupid, boneheaded things. Ah well, time to go back to watching the game and enjoying my lone weekend off before I put my foot back someone's ass.
Hell, she looks nice tonight. I know one of the children is gonna come in here soon though, saying they can't sleep. Happens every night, unless its Chris. He doesn't have a problem. The younglings, though, yeah, it gets a little crazy sometimes. Megan puts down her magazine for a moment and stretches. Her stomach gets exposed. I feel like reaching out and just poking her in the belly button for no other reason then to make her giggle. She's so ticklish. I resist, focusing on the halftime report.
The door swings open and there stands Lilly. She's in her pajamas, holding onto a stuff animal. Her eyes are wide open. Yeah, I know just by looking she hasn't fallen asleep at all. Probably thanks to that sugar that Freya gave her. I got nothing against my kids having sugar but not half an hour before they go to bed. That's just got bad idea wrote all over it. She doesn't waste a second in running towards me and hopping up into my lap.
Lilly: Hi daddy.
Brad: Hey Lilly, can't sleep?
She shakes her head, looking at the TV. I should put it on some form of cartoons for her. Megan puts her reading material back down and smiles at her stepdaughter.
Megan: Why can't you sleep?
I watch Lilly shrug not knowing why for sure. She grabs me tightly anyways as I finally put it on The Flintstones for her.
Lilly: Yay, Pebbles is on.
That's what she calls it, Pebbles. Lilly gets a case of the giggles watching the cartoon. I laugh along with her. The commercials come up as she looks up at me with her blue eyes.
Lilly: Can I ask you question?
Brad: Of course you can. I hope I have the answer.
Lilly: Why don't you like wrestlin' no more?
I begin to open my mouth but quickly shut it. Lilly keeps her gaze on me, Megan looking over to hear this herself. I quickly think of something.
Brad: Well I really don't know honey. I guess I just woke up and didn't like it.
Lilly: That's a bad reason. You should still do it. You tell me not to quit!
She has me there. I did tell her how to do something she hated. Now she loves it. Get your kids hooked on veggies young I tell ya.
Brad: I know I tell you not to quit but I didn't quit.
Lilly: Then why are you not wrestlin'?
Brad: Because uh... I...
Damn kid is too sharp for her age. Megan tries not to laugh watching me fumble around with a possible answer.
Brad: I guess I did quit. Tell you what, if daddy wrestles again, will you be able to sleep?
Lilly: Yeah. We don't want you to quit. You love it like us!
Brad: Oh you think so?
She nods her head with a smile on her face. I stand with her in my arms and carry her into the girls' bedroom. Everyone else is sleeping peacefully as I tuck Lilly back in.
Brad: First thing tomorrow, I'll call in and tell them I want to wrestle again, okay baby?
Lilly: Okay.
She yawns.
Lilly: And you do love wrestlin' daddy.
Brad: Yeah, I guess I do huh? Now go to bed before daddy puts you into the tickle torture!
I listen to her giggle before nodding her head. I kiss her on the forehead and leave the room. So much for the break. Perhaps my little girl is right, I do love the business.
Megan: You put too much pressure on yourself, that's why you didn't care...
Brad: Huh?
The hell is she talking about?
Megan: You wanting to be the best ever. You've done amazing things in nCw and you don't need to feel like you need to prove yourself anymore. You don't need to stooge to get into a tournament.
Brad: You think so?
Megan: Just do what you do best and you'll be fine. Plus I know you want to team with Evan so, yeah. Either you wrestle again or I'll slap you!
Good enough reason. I suppose I shouldn't have done this in the first place. Damn family getting in the way of me doing stupid, boneheaded things. Ah well, time to go back to watching the game and enjoying my lone weekend off before I put my foot back someone's ass.