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It got stolen against next morning by Vidcund AGAIN
Midnight pancakes and dad-daughter bonding.
Bailey Fortuna doesn’t have it much better than his teenage daughter, with people openly gossiping right under his nose about how he faked his own death to escape his wife’s tyranny. And it didn’t even work.
On top of that, he got into a fight with coworker Adrien Rhome, the jerk who came up with the “Agent Donut” nickname Bailey can’t get rid of.
A fight he lost. Obviously.
“So Mom, uh... I was wondering if I could go to band camp this summer, maybe?”
“Sure, just tell me when and where and we can work out the details.”
“...Waitwhat. I thought you didn’t want me doing music.”
“Oh... Maddy, I’m fine with you doing music, I just don’t want you breaking your heart trying to do it for a living. It’s a hard field to get into, you know? If you want to be financially stable--”
“Mom, I don’t want to be rich.”
“...I know. But this isn’t about you being rich, it’s about you being happy.”
Gavin.
Gavin, I know you’re abandoned teens.
But there’s perfectly good pancakes right there. You don’t need to eat the Death Cereal.
Bailey is completely content with being a househusband. He putters around in the garden, keeps the house clean, helps Madison with her homework... q
Bailey has mostly had a quiet day in, doing housekeeping and trying to keep the lawn under control....