Alaric has been gone a lot. Jake has been attached to the controller, which I'm grateful for. It keeps him off my back and prevents him from acting like a doting boyfriend.
His phone rings, and he glances at it briefly before ignoring it; I continue to read my book and hear it again. Groaning, he pushes the phone towards me.
"Answer." He orders.
Glancing, I see the name.
"It's your dad, Jake."
"Right, so answer."
Sighing, I hit the button and held it to my ear. "Hi Alaric, Jake is busy."
"Well, tell him to get off it. I have guests coming, and I'm not having him lying around like a damn slob." The phone cuts off.
"You need to get off that. Apparently, he has guests coming." I'm not sure which guests. He sighs and turns it off.
"It's fine, I had plans anyway." He walks off upstair
