Alexander smiled wryly as the small woman before him started swearing and then wiping at his shirt with a handful of napkins. Her worry settled his mood, allowing him to be more amused by the situation than angry about it, and he waved her off carefully when the napkins in her hand were more wet than dry. “I’m fine,” he said slowly, taking a step back to get a bit of personal space between them. “I’ve been in worse scrapes.”
Like that time he, Joshua and their daughter had all gotten some type of twenty four hour bug, and spent far too much of that timeframe puking and wishing they were dead while Juliette screamed and puked on them. Fun times, fun times indeed. What was a little coffee on his t shirt when he was used to Juliette coughing up or throwing her lunch at him? “Thank you, but you don’t need to. I think there is still some in my cup.” Maybe, but probably not, judging by how wet and cold his shirt was now. Ah well, if the lass wanted to buy him a new coffee, Alexander wasn’t going to put up too much of a fight.
“It was just a double-double,” he said. He’d expected parenthood to change him to a straight black coffee kind of man, but honestly, he needed the double dose of cream and sugar to get by. Plus it tasted a hell of a lot better when it dulled down the bitterness of coffee. Hot chocolate was far more his style, but given the day, he’d hoped coffee would put a bit of spark back into life. Well. It hadn’t worked quite like he’d thought, but at least he had no plans for the day except to head home. “I’m Alex, by the way.” It only seemed polite to introduce himself.
Like that time he, Joshua and their daughter had all gotten some type of twenty four hour bug, and spent far too much of that timeframe puking and wishing they were dead while Juliette screamed and puked on them. Fun times, fun times indeed. What was a little coffee on his t shirt when he was used to Juliette coughing up or throwing her lunch at him? “Thank you, but you don’t need to. I think there is still some in my cup.” Maybe, but probably not, judging by how wet and cold his shirt was now. Ah well, if the lass wanted to buy him a new coffee, Alexander wasn’t going to put up too much of a fight.
“It was just a double-double,” he said. He’d expected parenthood to change him to a straight black coffee kind of man, but honestly, he needed the double dose of cream and sugar to get by. Plus it tasted a hell of a lot better when it dulled down the bitterness of coffee. Hot chocolate was far more his style, but given the day, he’d hoped coffee would put a bit of spark back into life. Well. It hadn’t worked quite like he’d thought, but at least he had no plans for the day except to head home. “I’m Alex, by the way.” It only seemed polite to introduce himself.
