Oliver knew that his wife was in a mood. She had been, ever since he’d allowed their daughter to go to the party (though Oliver knew that if he and Molly had been in Kit’s position, they would have been at the party no matter what, even if he didn’t want to go), and Oliver knew how to handle that. A night out, and removed from Kit. Their daughter was their daughter, and of course Oliver loved her more than anything, and he knew that Molly felt the same way, but the simple fact of the matter was Kit had… an overbearing personality. Living with her? Even as her parents — who Kit typically listened to — it was sometimes exhausting.
So, after Kit had arranged to have a friend over, Oliver had done what he felt was the right thing to do, and made reservations at Molly’s favorite place to eat (some four star Italian restaurant that Oliver couldn’t pronounce the name of), put himself in a suit, and put Molly in a little red dress he liked, and kissed Kit goodbye for the evening. Oliver, being the super dad that he was, had also baked Kit and her friend a little dessert, based on what Kathryn had picked out.
Their night had been fine so far. They’d went to see a movie — some bullshit romantic movie that Molly mentioned — and were now sitting at their private table in the exclusive, expensive restaurant that was sure to cost him eight hundred or more dollars a plate… but it didn’t matter. Molly was calming down, and he was fairly sure that Kit was okay. Everything was fine, he was handling things. Oliver took a sip from the glass of water that the waiter had poured him to start, and asked a simple question. “What did you order to drink again?”
The Professor was indeed a happy wife as she held her fine glass close to her lips. She was already on her second. In eloquent Italian, she first said the producer’s name, “Tenuta dell’Ornellaia…” and then she answered his question and disclosed the wine’s name, “Masseo Toscana, the best merlot I ever did taste. Straight from Tuscany!” She was buzzed, actually past that, because she hadn’t had any food all day and the first thing she wanted immediately was alcohol. Nice, delicious, wine at L'ultima Cena. Of course, she planned to order something with meat. Eventually.
“Sounds… great.” Oliver didn’t know what any of that meant, but as long as he could relax and not worry about her being stressed and angry… the Doctor was a happy boy. “I’m glad you’re able to let your hair down and breathe tonight… you were getting a little wound up there for a bit, lover.” Oliver said, reaching underneath their table to squeeze her knee. Was she drunk? Yeah, she was drunk. Nothing new for him, though! “Plus, KitKat is having a nice night with her friend, we’re here… everything is going well, Mols.”
Her dark gaze peered from her glass to her husband’s eyes. If she were sober, she would’ve found something to bitch about, twisting his words and finding the problems. But! She was totally drunk, so he was safe. For now. “I know, I know. But I love her hair so much and it’s all gone! And she’s kissing everybody. I don’t know what I did!” Where did she go wrong as a parent? It was times like these, she needed a drink. And hey, she had one. Or several. “She’s my baby but she is so…. is sooooooo…” Molly couldn’t think of the best word to describe Kit.
“...different? She’s not like me, and she’s not like you.” Oliver offered. It was true. Kit was a combination of the two of them… and it was sometimes bad. She was explosive, independent, loud, and a bit of a fool sometimes. Plus, she liked pizza. “Don’t worry, the hair will grow back. It was time for a change, and she’ll feel better now — it’s important we help her feel better you know? You didn’t do anything wrong. She loves you.” Oliver said, squeezing her knee again as he watched her start to freak out a little bit. “You should get another glass.”
“You are absolutely right!” Molly looked around for the waiter, realizing she was feeling the motions of her unhealthy drinking, her words turning into slurs the more their date went on, “Where is Gino?” That was their waiter. If Molly didn’t have Gino, she didn’t want to eat here. “Oh, that reminds me! Bellie is goin' to have her annual Candy reunion soon, I think you should keep Alex company because I’m stealing Summer. No deets, yet. But it’s goin-to happen, and I gotta’ make sure I look hot.”
What the Professor said? “You should keep Alex company.” What did the Doc hear? “Get together with your best friend and get high and play Call of Duty zombies with your wife’s permission.” As such, Oliver nodded his head enthusiastically, “That sounds great! Why don’t you and Summer take a spa weekend? Me, Alex, and Kit can handle the twins for a bit, and you guys can get ready for the get together.” If Kit came, then Oliver could delegate all of the babysitting to her — she likes the kids anyway. “You need a break anyway.” And some asshole had knocked Alex and Oliver off of the leaderboards. It was enough of a pain in the fucking ass to scrounge for the bottom of the boards at their age.
“You’re absolutely right!” A break was needed indeed. Oliver was a wonderful husband and always kept her and their child in his best interest. The waiter approached but rather than say anything, he simply poured the stressed mother more wine causing her to childishly cheese in excitement.
“The usual, Mr. Thomas?” Gino, with his deep, husky voice, spoke to the more sober one. The Professor was in heaven with her buzz and the only thing that could bring her down was a disaster, which couldn’t possibly happen right now! It was date night. Date night was rarely interrupted.
“Gino, do you think I deserve a break? Lover thinks I do. How ‘bout you?” Molly leaned forward, eyeing the Italiano and brawny lady killer.
“Of course. Every mother deserves a break, and I’m sure you’re no exception.” The charmer nodded at the madame, before bringing his attention back to the Doc.
Oliver had been subtly nodding his head when Molly had asked the question, hoping that the waiter would catch onto the hint, and when he did? Oliver relaxed somewhat in the chair. He didn’t much care about Molly eyefucking the waiter — she was drunk and that didn’t really matter to him anyway. She gave him her heart, not her eyes. “See? He agrees. Yeah, the usual is fine.” Why change from something that worked? Pasta ruled, anyway. “See, Mols? I told you everything would be fine.” Hey, so far? So good. Kit wasn’t calling, or texting, and she was probably happily eating that delicious dessert he’d made with her new friend. Everything was great.
“Right away. I’ll leave the bottle with you two.” Gino gave one last smile to Molly before taking his leave.
“So far, so good. How could I have possibly doubted you?” Bringing the glass to her lips, her eyes preyed on her husband. She took her time gulping her wine. The true savior of her day was this fermented grape juice. “Tonight’s going to be even better, don’t you think?” With her heel off, her left foot explored under the table to its… destination.
All those years ago, Oliver had made a mental note. Nothing got Molly’s panties in a mess like Italian food and wine. That was paying off, even to this day, and he had words to say to respond to her. Answers to give her, innuendo to say, even a little bit of flirting. He had all that stuff locked and loaded… But that stopped when his phone began to ring with a very… distinct ringtone. Molly and Ollie both knew who it belonged to, but even so, Oliver had to stare at his phone for a few seconds before he answered it.
Maybe he liked the song. Maybe the contact showing was the problem.
“Hold that thought?” Ollie asked, letting the ring hold as he looked across the way.
“The princess awaits.” The mother shrugged, holding her glass delicately in her fingers, as she stared back at the hubby. She was at peace. There was no way in hell her daughter could ruin that.
False.
Kathryn always found a way to change the course of her day. For better, or for worse. The unfortunate side effect of being a parent. For now, Molly would assume this was simply a phone call giving them an update of the happenings of her night. Nothing more, nothing less. “...So?” Glaring at Oliver, Molly waited expectantly for the deets.
“Uh… we should probably catch the check and take off. I couldn’t really understand what she was saying, between the crying and the music playing in the background, but from what I understand there’s been an accident… she broke her bong. The one I gave her? She’s freaking out, Mols.”
Well, he almost got laid.
“Fucking hell.” She gave up! There was no winning for the Professor.
So, after Kit had arranged to have a friend over, Oliver had done what he felt was the right thing to do, and made reservations at Molly’s favorite place to eat (some four star Italian restaurant that Oliver couldn’t pronounce the name of), put himself in a suit, and put Molly in a little red dress he liked, and kissed Kit goodbye for the evening. Oliver, being the super dad that he was, had also baked Kit and her friend a little dessert, based on what Kathryn had picked out.
Their night had been fine so far. They’d went to see a movie — some bullshit romantic movie that Molly mentioned — and were now sitting at their private table in the exclusive, expensive restaurant that was sure to cost him eight hundred or more dollars a plate… but it didn’t matter. Molly was calming down, and he was fairly sure that Kit was okay. Everything was fine, he was handling things. Oliver took a sip from the glass of water that the waiter had poured him to start, and asked a simple question. “What did you order to drink again?”
The Professor was indeed a happy wife as she held her fine glass close to her lips. She was already on her second. In eloquent Italian, she first said the producer’s name, “Tenuta dell’Ornellaia…” and then she answered his question and disclosed the wine’s name, “Masseo Toscana, the best merlot I ever did taste. Straight from Tuscany!” She was buzzed, actually past that, because she hadn’t had any food all day and the first thing she wanted immediately was alcohol. Nice, delicious, wine at L'ultima Cena. Of course, she planned to order something with meat. Eventually.
“Sounds… great.” Oliver didn’t know what any of that meant, but as long as he could relax and not worry about her being stressed and angry… the Doctor was a happy boy. “I’m glad you’re able to let your hair down and breathe tonight… you were getting a little wound up there for a bit, lover.” Oliver said, reaching underneath their table to squeeze her knee. Was she drunk? Yeah, she was drunk. Nothing new for him, though! “Plus, KitKat is having a nice night with her friend, we’re here… everything is going well, Mols.”
Her dark gaze peered from her glass to her husband’s eyes. If she were sober, she would’ve found something to bitch about, twisting his words and finding the problems. But! She was totally drunk, so he was safe. For now. “I know, I know. But I love her hair so much and it’s all gone! And she’s kissing everybody. I don’t know what I did!” Where did she go wrong as a parent? It was times like these, she needed a drink. And hey, she had one. Or several. “She’s my baby but she is so…. is sooooooo…” Molly couldn’t think of the best word to describe Kit.
“...different? She’s not like me, and she’s not like you.” Oliver offered. It was true. Kit was a combination of the two of them… and it was sometimes bad. She was explosive, independent, loud, and a bit of a fool sometimes. Plus, she liked pizza. “Don’t worry, the hair will grow back. It was time for a change, and she’ll feel better now — it’s important we help her feel better you know? You didn’t do anything wrong. She loves you.” Oliver said, squeezing her knee again as he watched her start to freak out a little bit. “You should get another glass.”
“You are absolutely right!” Molly looked around for the waiter, realizing she was feeling the motions of her unhealthy drinking, her words turning into slurs the more their date went on, “Where is Gino?” That was their waiter. If Molly didn’t have Gino, she didn’t want to eat here. “Oh, that reminds me! Bellie is goin' to have her annual Candy reunion soon, I think you should keep Alex company because I’m stealing Summer. No deets, yet. But it’s goin-to happen, and I gotta’ make sure I look hot.”
What the Professor said? “You should keep Alex company.” What did the Doc hear? “Get together with your best friend and get high and play Call of Duty zombies with your wife’s permission.” As such, Oliver nodded his head enthusiastically, “That sounds great! Why don’t you and Summer take a spa weekend? Me, Alex, and Kit can handle the twins for a bit, and you guys can get ready for the get together.” If Kit came, then Oliver could delegate all of the babysitting to her — she likes the kids anyway. “You need a break anyway.” And some asshole had knocked Alex and Oliver off of the leaderboards. It was enough of a pain in the fucking ass to scrounge for the bottom of the boards at their age.
“You’re absolutely right!” A break was needed indeed. Oliver was a wonderful husband and always kept her and their child in his best interest. The waiter approached but rather than say anything, he simply poured the stressed mother more wine causing her to childishly cheese in excitement.
“The usual, Mr. Thomas?” Gino, with his deep, husky voice, spoke to the more sober one. The Professor was in heaven with her buzz and the only thing that could bring her down was a disaster, which couldn’t possibly happen right now! It was date night. Date night was rarely interrupted.
“Gino, do you think I deserve a break? Lover thinks I do. How ‘bout you?” Molly leaned forward, eyeing the Italiano and brawny lady killer.
“Of course. Every mother deserves a break, and I’m sure you’re no exception.” The charmer nodded at the madame, before bringing his attention back to the Doc.
Oliver had been subtly nodding his head when Molly had asked the question, hoping that the waiter would catch onto the hint, and when he did? Oliver relaxed somewhat in the chair. He didn’t much care about Molly eyefucking the waiter — she was drunk and that didn’t really matter to him anyway. She gave him her heart, not her eyes. “See? He agrees. Yeah, the usual is fine.” Why change from something that worked? Pasta ruled, anyway. “See, Mols? I told you everything would be fine.” Hey, so far? So good. Kit wasn’t calling, or texting, and she was probably happily eating that delicious dessert he’d made with her new friend. Everything was great.
“Right away. I’ll leave the bottle with you two.” Gino gave one last smile to Molly before taking his leave.
“So far, so good. How could I have possibly doubted you?” Bringing the glass to her lips, her eyes preyed on her husband. She took her time gulping her wine. The true savior of her day was this fermented grape juice. “Tonight’s going to be even better, don’t you think?” With her heel off, her left foot explored under the table to its… destination.
All those years ago, Oliver had made a mental note. Nothing got Molly’s panties in a mess like Italian food and wine. That was paying off, even to this day, and he had words to say to respond to her. Answers to give her, innuendo to say, even a little bit of flirting. He had all that stuff locked and loaded… But that stopped when his phone began to ring with a very… distinct ringtone. Molly and Ollie both knew who it belonged to, but even so, Oliver had to stare at his phone for a few seconds before he answered it.
Maybe he liked the song. Maybe the contact showing was the problem.
KitKat
“Hold that thought?” Ollie asked, letting the ring hold as he looked across the way.
“The princess awaits.” The mother shrugged, holding her glass delicately in her fingers, as she stared back at the hubby. She was at peace. There was no way in hell her daughter could ruin that.
False.
Kathryn always found a way to change the course of her day. For better, or for worse. The unfortunate side effect of being a parent. For now, Molly would assume this was simply a phone call giving them an update of the happenings of her night. Nothing more, nothing less. “...So?” Glaring at Oliver, Molly waited expectantly for the deets.
“Uh… we should probably catch the check and take off. I couldn’t really understand what she was saying, between the crying and the music playing in the background, but from what I understand there’s been an accident… she broke her bong. The one I gave her? She’s freaking out, Mols.”
Well, he almost got laid.
“Fucking hell.” She gave up! There was no winning for the Professor.
