Growing Up Lynch

Growing Up Lynch

Happy Father’s Day!!!!

Hannibal– 36

Renee – 33

Azrael & Delia – 15

Malik – 13

Gabriel & Seth – 10

Rae – 9

Damien – 7

Aleyn, Aidan, Aliya (AKA The Terrible Three) – 3

Without a doubt, the greatest Father’s Day gift in history has got to be a giant plate of freshly baked, super delicious, warm and fudgy chocolate, chocolate chip brownies. Specially made brownies specifically catered to Hannibal’s sugar-loving taste buds; they were expertly baked to perfection by his occasionally loveable kids, the adorable neighborhood kid Seth, and his freaky nephew Malik.

Oh, and don’t forget the accompanying giant mug of steaming hot chocolate.

With marshmallows.

Hannibal is in heaven.

Sitting at the table with Renee, he devours bite after bite of the yummy choco-packed treats, only stopping every once in awhile to gulp down huge amounts of his warm, tasty drink. Directly across from where he’s seated, Renee distractedly flips through some fashion magazine or another with a slight frown marring her pretty face. Unlike Hannibal, she’s dressed in a flattering woman’s suit and tie. Though it’s Sunday and technically a holiday, she’s still required to make an appearance at her workplace.

Sucks for her.

Hannibal, on the other hand, had the foresight on Friday to tell his workers he had no intention of showing up at work until Monday, and if they had a problem during the weekend they’d best not call him for fear of his vengeful wrath.

This is probably the best decision he’s made in the past few years seeing as it leaves him free to mindlessly lounge around the house looking like a first grade bum in his favorite black sweatpants, old gray t-shirt, and threadbare white socks.

He’s living the good life and, as far as he’s concerned, it doesn’t get better than this.

Now, normally Hannibal is not what anyone would consider the “sharing type”. Far from it, in fact. He’s an admittedly self-centered, egotistic, and impolite man. But seeing as he loves his wife more than anything, he’s willing to at least ask if she’d like to sample any of his Father’s Day gift. [Though to be honest, in the depths of his heart he’s really hoping she’ll say no.]

So, after taking another bite from his meal, Hannibal looks at Renee and grunts, “Wan’ any?”

Without a glance in his direction, she flips another page in her magazine and replies, “No, thanks. I’ve got a PowerPoint presentation in an hour and I kind of need to be sober.”

Hannibal blinks slowly, face an expressionless, blank mask. “So? What does that have to do with brownies?”

Renee looks up at last, shooting a pointed look at the seemingly innocent plate of brownies. “There’s marijuana in those.”

He blinks slowly again. “Um. What?” Hannibal looks down at the half-eaten gooey treat still clenched between his fingers. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Z, Seth, and the others dumped some weed in there. They figured since it’s your first day off in weeks you should take a load off.” Renee casually flips another page in her magazine and her frown depends. “What the fuck? Three-hundred bucks for a pair of ripped jeans? I could find these at the swap shop for a dollar!”

For a long intense moment, Hannibal looks back and forth between his wife, the brownie remnant in his hand, and the plate full of remaining yummies.

He shrugs.

Scarfs down the rest of his gift.

And mutters, “Special brownies, indeed.”

End

I made brownies today.

_{They weren't special}

Review Replies:

bluemoonlite: Feel the cuteness! Lol, thanks for the review ^^

js: Ha, that was one of my fave chappies. Hero-Azrael is so cute!