“Like I said before, you and the kids are more than welcome to live here,” he told
his son. “It'd be nice having people in the house again.”
“I know, Dad,” William replied.
“Plus, Sasha starts high school next year,” Daniel reasoned. “She can walk two
minutes to get to the school. It'd be easier on you in the mornings being this
close. You'd only have to take Sam to middle school.”
William was thankful his father offered him a place to stay. He was tempted after
he moved out of the house but wanted a space of his own. Even when he made a pros
and cons list in his head, there were more pros to moving in with his father than
cons but the cons always won. He thought the kids would handle the situation better
if it was just the three of them. Having grandpa around may complicate things more
than William wanted.
“I'll think about it,” William said, massaging his neck. His father raised an
eyebrow. “Seriously, I will.”
“That's all I ask,” Daniel said, taking another swig from the bottle.
William went to grab his father a second beer. William had half his first beer
left. He knew his father drank more than he did.
“I prefer doing this when it's raining,” Daniel told him as he grabbed the beer
from his son. “There's something peaceful about listening to the rain hit the
ground.”
“It is,” William replied.
“Even if there is thunder and lightning, it's still pretty peaceful,” he told his
son. Daniel winced and gave his left arm a squeeze.
“I could do without the thunder and lightning,” William said. “I've always been
afraid of getting struck by lightning.”