It’s evening and I’m relaxing after a day full of Christmas festivities. It was a complete success—from the food, to the gifts, and especially the people. Frankie loved the pendant. She was a sobbing, blubbering mess, and I fucking adored it. It made me proud to cause happy tears for once. Her gifts had a similar effect on me. Well, without the sobbing and blubbering, but if someone would have looked closer, they would have seen me getting choked up. I look at the frame on my dresser with a picture of Archer and me and the words Bestest Daddy In The World written on the frame. Frankie isn’t one to say something she doesn’t mean, so her giving me this gift means a hell of a lot. I might have fucked up before, but at least now I’m doing something right. She also got me a cool leather tool belt engraved with a wolf. I grin, thinking of all the posters and tacky shirts I used to own with wolves on them.
What do You think about That One Day (That One #1.5)?
