Thursday, May 5, 2011

the future

Heath was trying his best not to think the worst of his sister Amber. But she was on his mind. Still. Weeks later.

"Just face it. She's with Roger." Of course, Nick had known this guy, all his life. They'd gone to school together. "Maybe ...she'll be a good influence on him." Nick told him, after he'd gotten off the phone with Amber, who wasn't going to come home for Mother's day.

"Right." Heath had to catch himself from losing it, completely. He'd already had a screaming match with her over the fact that she needed to see their mother for Mother's day. He couldn't imagine Amber being a good influence right now. "I just keep thinking she yelled at Mom, like she did. Naturally, she says she did it for me." Heath rolled his eyes at that. What he'd give for a good stiff drink, but they didn't even keep beer in the house. The fact remained, there were two thrifty guys who weren't going to spend any of their savings on booze. Especially, these days.

"Hey, you're sending your Mom flowers. Taking her out to dinner." Nick put his arm around Heath, gave him a kiss on the cheek as he served him up a hot roast beef sandwich on crunchy sourdough bread. Of course, they were going to do brunch with Nick's folks on Mother's day. Still there was this tension, Heath just felt restless.

Heath nodded and bit into the sandwich.

"Who do you think would get the Mother's day card, between the two of us, some day?" Nick let a smile slip.

"Well," Heath sighed. That was one thing he didn't see in himself. The mother. He was obviously the Dad. Always would be. He didn't really think he had the mothering instinct, even if he were a teacher. He felt as himself more as a coach, when it came to getting a play done. Was that a bad thing? He was beginning to wonder. Finally, he stopped questioning this and put down the sandwich. "Nick, is there something you want to tell me?"

"No." Nick cracked up.

"We have to get through our twenties first." Heath told him. He blinked then, thinking he were only a few years away from being not in his twenties. The thought of being thirty made him feel so old. Then he thought of how far away thirty was for Nick. A lot farther away. He knew Nick wouldn't want to wait that long. "Lets just see how things are, by the time I'm thirty-two." They'd need to keep saving. A lot. If they chose to start a family.

"All right." Nick could live with that. "We could be Foster parents. You know, see if its for us."

Of course, at the moment, Heath knew babysitting Grady or Owen was far too much for him. He hoped he changed soon. Suddenly, he thought of his mother, how patience she was. Maybe he and his sister were more like his father than he knew.


meg said...

Oh, They'd make great parents.

griffin said...

That made me smile about the Mother's day card...

lucy and sarah said...

I hope they can have a family.

The Blonde Duck said...

I hope you had a good weekend!

Through My Eyes said...

Aww I really hope that they can be a family. just a question, you write ALOT do you ever get a wee bit tired? You have so much talent and potential, and I really like your writing style, just a side note