Being Kind

I woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and saw my mother sitting next to me on the couch. I got up quickly and hugged her tightly.

“When did you get here” I asked in an over-joyed tone.

“Oh honey, me and your father left the moment Lucian gave us a call.” She said whilst handing over a cup of hot chocolate to me.

“So then where’s dad?” I asked looking around the room. “Oh he and Lucian are in the lounge". I hoped out of bed and ran to the lounges expecting them to be at each other’s throats.

When I entered, I saw two lazy boys pointing at the window. Both of them sitting on their own with a beer in hand. Whilst watching the view of the sun setting over the Los Angeles horizon,

“You know Lucian, I'm going to be honest with you. When I met you I thought you were a prick”, my dad said, looking at the view.

Lucian's head whipped in the direction of my father with a curious expression.

“And why is that Mister Bloodmoon?”

“Well, only a prick would show up at a beta-families house in ano