Still, my cooking prowess was unbeatable. It would be best for him to eat meat and vegetables, with soup to make him feel better. I hoped he could return to his old, cheerful self today.
I took him breakfast in bed, waking him with a kiss on the head. He stretched his limbs and yawned audibly, his eyes squeezed closed. When he opened his eyes, he threw his hands around me and hugged me tightly.
“You okay, big guy?”
“Dad, I’m fine. Can we go hog hunting tonight?”
As much as I wanted to give into him, he needed to rest. I smiled at. “You need to rest, buddy. The hog hunting can wait, anyway.”
“Really?” He was obviously too beat to hide his disappointment like he usually did.
“As soon you get well, we will go hunt those hogs. Is that better, buddy?” I asked, his expression brightening up into a hopeful smile. I could not disappoint him again. He deserved better for being the most perfect son a parent could hope for. “So, you better eat this meal I prepared for superheroes like you.”
He perked up and looked over at the tray, seeing the delicious food whose inviting smell lingered around his room. He happily stood up and tugged my hand, pulling me up to come along with him.
“Superheroes don’t eat in bed. Only babies do.” He flexed his pretended biceps, posing as The Incredible hulk. He walked with his chest out, exiting the room with a spirit of a champion. He acted tough, but I knew he still felt a bit ill.
I carried the tray of food out of the room, taking his breakfast into the kitchen. He sat there waiting for me patiently, his feet swinging as they hung shortly from the chair. I laid the tray on the table, serving him his first meal of the day. He took the plate and ate in silence, his appetite returning from what I could tell.
I took a plate and served myself as my stomach rumbled. I watched as he ate his meal, observing if he was feeling better now. I was happy to see that he seemed cured of his fever, although I needed to be sure he was fully recovered.
“Hey, buddy. I think it’s best if you come along with Dad today. It’s just a tour of the town’s museum later, right?” I asked him.
He nodded, though he looked a bit sad about not coming along on the trip.
“Don’t worry, buddy. I have better plans for you later.” He looked up, grabbing his attention by my last statement. He looked at me with inquiring eyes, searching for answers. He raised his brows as he waited for an answer, but I shook my head to keep him excited. “It’s a surprise.”
I continued my meal as I watched him look pumped for what was yet to come.
*
“You look so cheerful today that it makes me worried.” Garren took one of the guns out of the display case, searching the customer’s requested item as he bumped into me. His sarcasm was thick…as per usual.
I punched his arm, telling him to focus on work instead of goofing around.
“So, how’s the hunt? You must have had a lot of game last night.” Garren walked side by side with me, approaching our respective clients to talk to.
I smiled, leaving the conversation hanging between us.
“What?” He was hoping for something clear, although he knew something interesting had happened in his absence. He was good at reading my mind, but we had been friends since we were kids. It wasn’t too damn hard to do.
“Man, we had some wild times last night.” He let out a toned chuckle as he stopped walking right before we reached our customers. His brows were wrinkled, but his eyes were screaming his desire to hear the gist of the night.
“So, Kylie was the big catch.” I pushed him forward, telling him not to keep the customers waiting. He was hoping for an answer, but I refrained from disclosing the details of what happened. Watching him squirm was far too much fun.
“Dude,” he mumbled. “What the fuck happened? Tell me, man.”
“I will, you idiot, but first, we got to get these deals done before I tell you the rest of the night’s adventure.” I faced my client and assisted him until he decided to buy something.
“So, a promise is a promise.” Garren turned to me after his client left, a smile on his face. He hopped up on the table and gave me a look. “Spill. Now.”
“I guess you know the rest of it.” I kept things mysterious. A part of me expected him to ask some nasty questions like, “How was she in bed?” or “Does she have some nice tits?” but he didn’t.
“You’re such a pussy.” He teased me for my cowardly ways, averting his questions. “Tell me what happened. What are you? Ten?”
“Man, my son’s here. Watch it; we don’t want him hearing these things.”
“Then spill.” He leaned closer. “Who did you shock with that monster in your britches and was she good?”