The Moment I Said It (For prowermaster)
 

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People Had a hard time believing that this man was in his 30's and had an eighteen year old son. Well, he did had him when he was his age. Sadly his wife passed away after giving birth to their son. It's been rough, but he wouldn't change it for the world. In the passed he had to work two different jobs just to pay the bills, but now he is an owner of a small liquor store. It's doing pretty well, so well that he was able to buy a nice home in the suburbs. His son was still living at him with him, but he does mind.

It was Sunday morning. The only day Robert had the week off. So he spends it mostly sleeping in, he spends so much time at the shop, but always made sure to make time for his son. All important moment in his life, he was there for him. Now you are thinking that he was sleeping in his bedroom, well he was actually asleep on the couch in the living room. For when he got home, he wanted to wind down and watch some TV, but fell asleep. There was also a few beer cans on the coffee table, along with most of his clothes. All he was wearing was his boxers and his jacket over him. Using it as a blanket.

Walking home from school was eighteen year old Isaac. He had brown hair, and shiny blue eyes. He was your average teen, but he had a few differences. He had his CD Player plugged up, and as he reached the door, upon opening it, he saw his dad, sprawled half naked over the couch. Laughing, he takes the empty beer cans and threw them in the recycling bin. "Dad, I'm home!" he said, jumping on the couch he laid in. It's times like this he was still in kid in heart. http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tZbJMYB2E...%252520boy.jpg

Robert sat up quickly as he felt weight being applied to the couch. He looks at his son and yawns. "Oh, Isaac. Hey, welcome home." he said in a tired tone. He looks at him with a sleepy smile on his face. Reaching over and ruffled his hair. The jacket slipped off of his chest and landed onto his lap. Rubbing the back of his neck because it feels stiff. Then looks at the time. "Is it morning already?" he grumbles. "So do you want breakfast?" he asked.

"Sure dad, I could use some breakfast. About as much as you need clothes on.." he teased as he stood up. He couldn't help but blush, something about his dad make him feel funny. Thinking about it, he sighed and walked into the kitchen. Sure his dad was handsome, but still it felt weird feeling this way. He then cleared his mind of the thought and said, "Ya know, now that you're off all week, you don't always have to sleep all day, and drink all night.."

He laughed as his son's humor. He got that from his mother. Reaching over for the table to dress into the clothes that he was wearing last night. He will take a shower and change clothes after breakfast. Once he was dressed, he walks into the kitchen and gather some things to make breakfast. "I hope you are hungry, I am making waffles." he tells him with a smile on his face.

Just then his son tells him that when he has time off, he doesn't need to sleep in all day and drink all night. He looks at him puzzle look on his face, then he smiles and laughs. "I don't drink all night. I had only three beers last night. And I don't sleep all day. I Just slept in, you do it to." he tells him. "Now do you want anything in your waffles? I'm thinking chocolate chips for mine. Do we have any?"

Isaac couldn't help but laugh at him. It was true he does sleep in, but his das would always wake him up. As for the beers, maybe he went a little too over dramatic with them. His friends usually got drunk after two beers, and boy was Isaac glad he doesn't drink. He smiled as his dad was making waffles. They were his all time favorite, especially with chocolate chips in them. "I'll take chocolate chip too, I get my morning meal, plus a little something for my sweet tooth!" he said, laughing at his own joke.

"Yes! Sugar is the best way to wake up. Along with an energy drink." he tells him in a cheerful tone. Grabbing the waffle iron and a not open bag of chocolate chips He threw things into a bowls and starts to stir. He was an okay of a cook, but he was a messy one. Getting batter all over himself and the counter. "I swear the batter gets thicker each time I make waffles." he tells him.

Once he got the batter to the way he wants it. He pours some into the iron and close it. "There. In a couple of minutes, they should be ready. I think there's enough for four, are you okay with having two?" he asked with a grin on his face. Wiping some of the batter off of his face and lick it off his finger. "Tastes good."

Isaac couldn't help but laugh at his dad. The mess he made reminded him his younger ddays, always making messes in the kitchen. But he was spanked for it afterwards. Isaac them got up, and cleaned up the mess with paper towels and water. After cleaning it up, Isaac nodded, "Yeah, I'll take two messy pants.." he teased, playing jabbing his dad's arm. This was his immature side, but he was still a goofy, intelligent eighteen year old.

Robert chuckles when Isaac jabbed him in the arm. His father pouts at him and sticks out his tongue. Like his son he was a mature man, but he had his childish moments. "You better watch it young mister. Have you ever heard what happens you mock the cook? They spit in your food." he said and in joking manner and laughed. Of course he would never do that.

It took a little while, but the four pieces of waffles were finished. Two stacks on each plate for him and his child. He then took out jelly and maple for his son to choose what he wants on his waffles. As for him though, he went into the fridge. Pulling out a red bull for himself and the bottle of chocolate syrup. Popping the cap open and pours it on his stack. "Come and get it, before they get cold." he said. Grabbing a knife and fork for himself. Taking a seat at the small dinning table.

Isaac couldn't help but giggle at that joke. "Uh huh yeah, spit in my food and I'll kick your butt.." he said jokingly as he sat back and awaited for the waffles. Once the smell kicked in, Isaac immediately started to murr. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff.." he said as he grabbed two forks from the drawers, giving one to Robert. He sat down, smiling as the warm waffles were drizzled in syrup. Grabing a knife, he started cutting them and eating them. 'Mmmm! My compliment to the chef!"