Characters: John Price (Call of Duty Modern Warfare) and his baby (you’re his baby (reader))
Relationships: John Price as a Dad/Father and Reader (Platonic Parent Offspring Relationship)
Word Count: 1476
The grocery store was bustling during the rush hour filled to the brim by the people who came here for one singular reason, shop and leave as fast as possible. Although it did not work like this in real life especially during the rush hour. John Price was pushing his cart forward being the polar opposite of everyone else shopping there, taking his sweet time with everything. Triple checking the list he was holding every few minutes or taking random detours to get something that he found interesting. Inside of the cart sat you. Blissfully unaware of everything the only thing you cared about was the man in front of you entertaining you by shaking his car keys in front of your face. The grocery store did not interest you whatsoever, or maybe it did but you didn’t have a way to show it? After all you sat there mostly oblivious to the surroundings your eyes blinking almost independently like a lizard would.
“Okay…” Price crossed something off from his grocery list. “Next one on the list, butter… You think you can stay still for a little longer, pumpkin?” He chortled seeing you unmoved still completely mesmerized with how the grocery list looked like from behind. Of course you could stay still, John pushed the cart forward towards the area that kept dairy,
Suddenly something caught your eye. One of the aisles your father kept avoiding like the plague. Somehow one singular thought occurred inside of that tiny brain, you haven’t been there yet… Looking closer at what it was it was the aisle that held all of the toys. You gasped and tugged on Johns sleeve.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Price stopped in the middle of the aisle and picked you up from the cart, holding you against his chest as he tried to figure out what was wrong with someone who wasn’t able to speak yet.
You simply started to wiggle in his arms until you were facing the beautiful sight in front of you, pointing at it frantically.
“Oh, that part.” John sighed sitting you back into your previous spot and tried his best to ignore the cries that came with it. “Honey, we already been through this this week,” He saw that you wouldn’t budge on this and sighed, all he ever wanted to do was to spoil you so he was actively debating it and fighting himself on the decision. “Maybe after we finish our shopping?”
But you still whined about it. After all you didn’t know what ‘after we finish here’ meant, time was a non existing concept and you needed a shiny new toy right now.
Price was pushing the cart with one hand and gently rocking you against his chest with the other making a soft shh sound trying to calm you down as much as he could, maybe even make you forget about this entire situation. John came up to the fridges and picked up a random yogurt on which the packaging had a print of your favorite cartoon characters. “Can you hold this for me for a moment?” He pushed the item into your hands and watched as your full attention went into inspecting it.
Price was currently browsing the section with butters debating on which brand to pick, he picked his two favorite ones and brought them towards you. “Which one should we get, pumpkin?”
You grabbed one of them with all your force and it was decided, he put the other one back then pried off the one you were holding putting it into the cart.
When passing near the toy aisle once more you dropped everything you were holding to focus on that and that only. Pointing at it making a bunch of fuss over it.
“Just a bit longer, be a bit more patient.” John picked you up once more and put a soft kiss on the top of your forehead. Price then headed towards the part of the store that held various teas and coffees. He was casually looking around while you still wiggled around inside of his grip.
“How about we try this one?” He showed you a mango flavored tea and waited for your reaction, seeing how you were still salty he put it back to its previous spot. “Yeah, you’re right, pumpkin, nothing beats the good ol’ english breakfast.” And instead Price thrown the all time classic into his cart, but feeling adventurous he grabbed the mango infused tea once more just to try it out.
Pushing out of that specific part of the store you finally started to go towards the toy aisle… That was until your father spotted his friend also shopping. Simon “Ghost” Riley, or as you knew him “Uncle Simon” was walking through the store holding a shopping basket. Price spotted him instantly and took a detour.
“Oi! L.T! Alright, mate?” Price reached out to shake the masked mans hand and both of them started to have a very lengthy conversation, With each second you became more and more tired of this, the toy aisle was right there. Why weren’t you going there? The other man was not important whatsoever! Due to biological limitations instead of saying an entire monologue on how you’re going to make him regret not listening to you all you could do was wiggle around and let out a few huffs and puffs.
“Someone’s angry?” Simon gently reached over to pat you on the head.
“Yup… Needs a new toy in the collection…” Price responded looking down on you with pure love in his expression. “I already promised so I guess we have to pick something up, am I right, pumpkin?” John chuckled softly and looked back at his friend. “Alright I think we’ll be heading there now. See ya.” The men exchanged their temporary farewells and you finally started to head towards the toy aisle.
It was shelves on top of shelves of various toys. An explosion of all the colors in the rainbow from how much of an eyesore the place was compared to the rest of the products inside of the store which were way more toned down.
“Alright, you won. Happy?” Your father asked, and of course you were very happy. “Lets pick you out something special and then we can head to check out.” Price came up to a smaller section which included toys designed specifically for your age group, he looked around for a bit and picked out a rattle. “How about this one?” To which you answered with a loud ‘meh’.
He then picked out a stuffed animal. “Look how cute this one is! I bet you love it.” And to that you answered ‘meh’ as well.
You wanted something more challenging something to perfectly represent your level of intelligence. “How about this one?” The answer was quick and obvious but you still didn’t give up, maybe there is something worthy your time? And finally after a moment longer your father picked out an educational puzzle toy. Perfect, you signaled that this is what you needed by reaching out to it and making very happy noises.
“I guess this is the good stuff.” He put the toy into the cart and started to slowly head towards the checkout area.
John was currently pulling out all of the items from his cart and putting them on top of the conveyor belt so the worker at the till could scan the items. You on the other hand had your focus on the themed yogurt from a moment ago, it was actually fascinating how good the characters looked on the packaging, almost like they were right there… on the packaging of the dairy product. After putting every single item onto it the only thing that was left was the yogurt, which Price tried to gently pry away it from your hands so the cashier could scan it.
“Just for a second… They’re gonna scan it and you can have it back, baby.” He was trying to be as gentle as possible but it in fact was not possible.
How could he do this to you? Take your precious treasure away? And for what, to get it scanned by the large machine you had no idea how it actually worked?
“Please…? We have to pay for it.” Price said but seeing how you wouldn’t budge he had to make a hard choice, he didn’t care about the tantrum or the people around him, he gently ripped the item from your hands and passed it to the cashier then handed it back to you. “Wasn’t as bad was it?” Hearing the incoming wailing he shook his head with an amused huff. “I know, I know.”
After paying for everything he bagged the groceries and put them into his car, after this he buckled you in and drove back home.
Authors Note: Honestly nothing much to say here about the work itself besides the fact that I had A LOT of fun writing this specific scenario. At the same time it was one I kept on my to do list the longest, to be fair I do need to start working on slowly getting through the mountain of ideas I have sooner or later...
The Sickest Day! (Who Knew Staying at Home Could be THIS Cool!)
Characters: John Price (Call of Duty Modern Warfare) and his baby (you’re his baby (reader))
Relationships: John Price as a Dad/Father and Reader (Platonic Parent Offspring Relationship)
Word Count: 1293
Important Note: This is a Sick/Sniffle Fic, Reader Being Sick is Just For Context, Pure Comfort/Domestic Fluff.
It was close to 2am on the clock when you woke up feeling off. Yawning softly you clutched your favorite toy and stepped off your bed moving towards your parents bedroom. Slowly opening the door you stepped towards where your father, John Price, was sleeping and grabbed his hand and tried your best to wake him up.
“Daddy… I don’t feel so good…” You told him the second he opened his eyes, the man rubbed his face and turned on the lamp that stood on the bedside table right there next to him.
Price took one simple look at your face and put the back of his hand on your forehead to see how warm it was. “It’s fine, baby…” He let out a soft sigh and mumbled something to himself. “Come here…” Your father picked you up and gently placed you down on the bed right there between himself and his partner. Tucking you in then wrapping his arm around you he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “You’ll feel a lot better in the morning, just rest, munchkin.”
The very next morning when you woke up you were still in Prices arms, he held you tightly against his side gently rubbing your back while texting someone on his phone. You looked at the clock which now said 9am, your perception of time wasn’t the most developed yet but you knew what that number meant. It meant that it was time for preschool but for some reason that didn’t happen and you were still laying there. John noticed you were awake and put his phone on the nightstand, he smiled softly pulling you even closer to himself. “Mornin’, sleepyhead…” He muttered placing you on top of his chest and giving you a very tight hug, before you could ask him about the current hour he added. “We’re taking a little break. Just you and me for the whole day… We call this ‘calling in sick’, pumpkin.” Price smiled softly, planted a kiss on the top of your head and asked. “Feeling a bit better today?”
You nodded shyly and tried your best to bury your face in his shirt to which he let out a huff of laughter and gently patted your head. “I- A little…” You replied then you decided to ask about this whole ‘calling in sick’ thing. “Does that mean we will stay home?”
Price stood up taking you with him ready to start his own day, he put on his slippers and started to walk towards the kitchen. “Exactly! We’ll stay home until you feel better, baby.” Your father entered the kitchen still holding you in his arms and made very dramatic noises and expressions that indicated he was searching for something hoping to make you laugh, without a warning he stopped and asked. “So, any ideas on what we should have for breakfast?”
“...Candy” You replied, it was the most obvious and most valid choice to make, you were testing the limits. If he let you stay home maybe he’ll let you do that as well.
“Kiddo, if we eat something like that for breakfast your mother will kill me!” He laughed out loud and put you on top of the kitchen island before acting like he was thinking very deeply. “How about something that’s sweet but also healthier for you than candy? Like those pancakes daddy makes that you really like… Hmm?” Price wasn’t waiting for a response he already started to pull out the ingredients.
Your father placed the bowl and all of the things needed on the kitchen island right next to you, you watched mesmerized as he put everything inside, eyeballing the measurements.
“Does my little cook want to help daddy with mixing?” He put the hand mixer inside of the bowl, when you grabbed it he placed his hand on top of yours to steady it and guide it so the contents of the bowl mix into a perfect batter instead of making a mess. After a few minutes of it he gently took the mixer out, pulled the attachments out and let you lick them clean then tossed them to the sink. He put all of the batter inside of a bottle so he can make the pancakes in different shapes, tossing the bowl to the sink very carelessly as well. He put the pan onto heat and began to fry the pancakes, he squeezed the bottle above it creating different shapes and images with his lack of artistic skills. Your portion was plated on your favorite plate themed after some cartoon you enjoyed watching non stop, after that Price let you pick out some of the toppings to add to your meal.
A while later you found yourself on the couch. Your father was taking a bit more space as he spread out all over it. You on the other hand were curled into a ball by his side, a blanket covering you two as you watched your show while narrating every little detail happening there. Price listened closely and blankly stared at you then the screen pretending he was enjoying this as much as you did, the truth was that he wasn’t, he was too old for watching cartoons like these. Not only that but something was annoying him in that specific show. He just didn’t know what.
Determined to let this end he sat up more straight and suggested another activity to do. “Hey, pumpkin. How about we build a pillow fort together? Would be super cool, we can make it as big as you want.”
And that was exactly what happened, both of you grabbed different pillows and blankets and started to turn the couch and the area around it into a pillow fort. You were pointlessly doing laps around the coffee table while your father did most of the work. The end results were truly a work of art, every single blanket, duvet, and pillow you owned was used in this project to make the best place ever. The part resting on the couch was supported by a foundation of decorative pillows, the extension part that surrounded the coffee table was supported by dining chairs, the coffee table itself, and even a broom for some reason.
“Is it ready now???” You asked probably for the hundred time in the past 15 minutes watching as the man worked on the last finishing touches.
John sighed and laughed quietly to himself, he took a step back to see how it looks like and nodded. “It is. We can go grab your toys now and test it out!” He picked you up super quickly bouncing you around in his arms as he started to walk towards your room to pick out a few toys to play with while in the pillow fort.
After everything has been picked out Price crouched down and crawled inside of the creation before peeking from in between the blankets with a grin. “Come on, kid! It’s super cozy here, you’re missing out!” And you entered right behind him inside was a very regular usual sight of a pillow fort except this one was massive. The man already started to crawl towards the couch portion of it, sitting down on the floor and leaning against it, you trailed right behind him and dropped right on top of him with an ‘oof’ sound. Your father gently picked you up and sat you down normally then set the toys you picked out in between you. Before you knew it evening arrived and your mother, Johns wife, returned back home from work. You didn’t even notice it until familiar laughter boomed from outside the fort. But the most important part? You felt 100% better.
Authors Note: Wrote this while recovering from a cold, very fun scenario. Thank you for reading I wish you an amazing [TIME OF DAY]!!!
retired!price, settled in the peaceful countryside, with an absolutely feral daughter.
she’s got one welly on, the other long gone -- sucked off her foot out by the gate three hours ago. her hair’s full of grass, a smear of mud painted up one round cheek and a knee scabbed over from a fall she didn’t even cry about earlier in the week. her pockets are heavy and squirming because she’s been collecting worms again, a fat fistful of them packed in with soil and gravel and the one acorn she decided is special. she comes barreling into the kitchen smelling damp and like the pond, leaving a trail of blackened footprints across the floor he just mopped, a bucket of frogs sloshing against her shins. she’s already named six of them. she’s got the seventh fisted up in one grubby hand, legs kicking, and she thrusts it out toward him where he’s sat reading at the table.
“y’suppose’ t’kiss it, papa. then he turns into a prince.”
the corner of his mouth twitches. he sets the book down on his knee. “is that right?”
“he’s called gerald.”
“course he is.” he leans in, eyes going over the frog and then up to her filthy delighted face. “a bit young to be needin' a prince, aren't we?”
a worm chooses that moment to make a break for it over the lip of her pocket and she stuffs it back down without breaking eye contact, cheeks warming when he looks down at the crime.
“are those worms again, love?”
“they’re for later.”
“mm.” he doesn’t ask more, he’s learned it’s best not to. he scrubs a hand down his beard to cover the grin. “tell you what -- gerald and all his friends stay out by the pond -- those are the rules, aren't they?” he presses her gently. a serial frog-catcher, they’ve already gone over this. she frowns but nods her head, eyes falling into her bucket. “you can show me every single one of ’em on the way. deal?”
he takes her by the cleaner of the two hands and lets her walk him out to the water, crouches there in the reeds while she introduces him to each frog by name and invents histories for the worms, nodding along like it’s the most important briefing he’s had in years (it is). the bucket gets tipped out into the water, the worms are released into ‘the wild,’ which is the flowerbed.
then he hoses her down in the yard before lunch, both of them squinting in the spray, her shrieking, the one welly filling up with water -- and he’s already lost the next ten minutes of his afternoon to wrestling her out of wet clothes.
Relationships: Dad!Price and Daughter!Reader (platonic)
Word Count: 744
It was your perfect day, the day you were getting married to no other than your long term partner who you adored deeply but that wasn’t the current focus. You were sitting at the bridal suite finishing the final touches when your father John Price entered the bridal suite holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. When Price saw you already in your full look, the stunning wedding dress he helped you pick months ago the one that hugged your body in all the good ways with the ideal weight that moved in elegance with every move, the perfect makeup that made your already perfect features show up even more, and the perfectly crafted hairstyle that tied the entire look together he gasped and dropped the flower composition to the floor. Tears were already threatening their escape from your fathers eyes as he took a few steps closer. “You look… You look perfect, kiddo…” He went in for a tight hug that still ensured nothing would be ruined for the ceremony.
When the makeup artist finished with the last bits and set everything in place you stood up and fixed your old mans tie before intertwining your arm with his as you practiced the walk for the last time. Price was grinning ear to ear walking around the room with you, tears actually falling down now, if he was this emotional how would he act during the actual ceremony? Each step coming with ease after months of practice, when you suggested he walks you down the aisle when delivering the wedding invitation both of you were a mess of emotions, the protective side of him screamed internally that he shouldn’t let you go but another side of him was very happy seeing his little girl all grown up now, getting married soon. On your tour around the room John picked up the flowers from the floor and handed them to you.
A while later you were actually standing at the entrance waiting for your moment, your fathers hand squeezing yours with a look of reassurance, you couldn’t read his mind but if you could he was probably thinking something along the lines of ‘Don’t worry, everything will be fine, I’m here for you, baby.’ The music you picked for this moment playing from inside the place as your bridesmaids pushed the door open, you and Price walking down the aisle towards your partner who looked stunning in what they were wearing, their attire which you were seeing for the first time ever as you decided to keep it a surprise and not see each other at all today due to not wanting to bring bad luck and a few other things neither of you cared about. Each step perfectly calculated as you came closer and closer to your soon to be spouse. When you reached your destination John gently pulled your veil up and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead like he usually did, placing your hand in your partners and blessing the marriage before heading to the front row with tears in his eyes. Who knew the very hardened stoic man like Price would cry during his daughters wedding?
During the wedding reception the first thing that happened after appetizers was taking pictures, with you having a million pictures done of yourself with your parents. Right after the actual dinner everyone gave toasts, obviously your father had to go into a very long monologue about how much he loves you, what you mean to him, and how proud he is of you for coming this far to while your eyes threatened to wipe the mascara off your eyes completely. After the first dance your spouse handed you over to Price and an old Frank Sinatra song started playing through the speakers. You moved slowly and gracefully swaying from side to side, the wedding dress flowing exactly as planned, Your hands placed on your fathers shoulders while he held your back gently and lovingly. He poured all of his love and affection into making sure that dance was memorable for you forever while you enjoyed yourself dancing with him not wanting this moment to end. But all good things must come to an end and when the song finished Price started to plant a million kisses on your face before very reluctantly letting go of you.
The wedding reception continued as it should, with everyone partying and celebrating your most important day.
Post Reading Author Note: Thank you for sticking until the end! At first I planned for the spouse to be no other than Johnny MacTavish himself which in the end I decided to make them an unnamed gender neutral character, but with that I actually do plan on writing a wedding story with Soap in the near future focusing on the romance part compared to this one which focuses on the parental aspects of the wedding with Price.
Characters: John Price (Call of Duty Modern Warfare) and his baby (you’re his baby (reader))
Relationships: John Price as a Dad/Father and Reader (Platonic Parent Offspring Relationship)
Word Count: 1069
Price pushed the cart forward trying to navigate the maze that the large home improvement store was, he already passed every single sign guiding him to where he was supposed to be as well as a bunch of employees. Even with that he still pushed forward and forward, as usual he didn’t want to ask for any help which probably had to do something with masculine pride. Inside of the empty cart sat you, looking at all of the items the store had to offer, what you definitely enjoyed the most was looking at all of those big fake rooms that they used for showcasing a bunch of furniture sets. You pointed at each and every one of them that looked interesting. “Daddy, look!” You moved closer to him and tugged on his shirt to which John smiled widely and stopped for a second to scan the living room set you showed him looking for any inspiration for his future house renovations.
“What do you like about it, baby?” Your father questioned wondering what caught your eye specifically.
To which you just replied. “It’s cool…” A very vague response as you couldn’t put a finger on what exactly looked so good in that set.
“Alright, whatever that means.” He said with a smile continuing to push the cart forward looking for that one specific thing.
He was a man on a mission and the mission was that you requested a dollhouse, being the type of man he was, also known as the most doting father in the entire universe Price has decided to get to work and make something special just for you. He didn’t want to just buy a plastic dollhouse that’ll break after 10 minutes of playing with it, he wanted to build it completely from the grounds up, something personal just for you that will be the best and most exciting thing to exist, and right now he was looking for pieces of wood to build it out of. “Where the hell is it… We already passed this part of the store.” John mumbled under his breath finally shoving pride deep into the pockets of his jeans and came up to one of the store workers asking for directions. It turns out that he did in fact already miss and pass it, multiple times. He whispered an awkward thank you and went towards where the store employee guided him, pushing the cart which you sat on alongside the concrete floor which bumps made the cart shake a little, making you giggle in the process.
Rows of shelves filled with different types of wooden boards and other kinds of wood seemed to stretch for infinity in your eyes, your father came up to the specific type of planks and boards and started picking them out according to the piece of paper he had. You came up to him and started to jump trying to see what he was holding, realizing that Price knelt next to you and showed what the page contained. For you it was just shapes and his unreadable handwriting but in reality it was a floor plan alongside measurements for every single thing, John pointed at each thing explaining what it was while answering every single question. “It’s missing a slide!” You exclaimed to which the man smiled.
“Don’t worry, munchkin, the slide will be here.” Price answered patting the specific part of the drawing with his pen. “It will have everything you could ever need.” He stood up and ruffled your hair picking the specific things he needed and putting them onto the cart.
When he finished packing all of the wood and placing it in the shape of a throne the man gently placed you on top of it snapping a picture with his phone deciding it would be a nice memory to keep. This time it was time to pick paint and a bunch of other things. You reached the section of the store where paint was at, which he remembered the placing of and could reach with his eyes closed as your inner artist hit the walls more times than he personally wanted to admit. Your father gently picked you up into his arms to which you responded by wrapping every single of your limbs around him, pointing at the different colors the store had available at the moment asking for your thoughts on each one. “How about this one?” John asked picking up a can of paint in your least favorite color, you shook your head with a frown on your face. “You don’t fancy this one? But it’s such a lovely color.” He grinned widely seeing your reaction which looked like it physically hurt to even look at that one. “Alright how about another one…” Price picked up another can this time the color was your favorite one at the moment to which you took the can from him and hugged it tightly like it was about to run away any second, that made him actually laugh out loud.
After picking up everything he needed for his project Price quickly paid at the register, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walking back towards the car, buckling you up in the safety seat in the backseat of the car before starting to load everything that fit inside, and putting the rest on the top of the cars roof tying it as securely as possible hoping nothing will fall out during the drive, you only felt loud thuds of all the things hitting the cars roof wondering what was happening but not paying way too much attention to it.
Back home over the next few days John put all of his free time into making the dream of getting you the best dollhouse a reality, first building the frame and painting it adding tiny flooring and wallpapers, creating custom furniture (which failed spectacularly and he decided to just simply order it online), and adding a few other things he thought you may like making sure to not forget the slide you asked for. One day you noticed that your old man was vibrating with excitement. “I got a surprise for you!” Price said picking you up into his arms and running to your newly renovated playroom, against one of the walls stood the massive dollhouse with every single thing you could ever imagine and more.
Authors Note: Honestly I don't have much to say here besides the fact that imagining him spending nights designing and building a dollhouse is a pretty fun thought. Thanks for reading I hope you're having an amazing [TIME OF DAY]!
You show up at base with two toddlers trailing behind you, having to remind them not to bother people while they’re working.
You don’t bother knocking as you walk in, grinning as you watch the kids pile into their father’s lap.
Price instantly stops caring about his work, grinning and ruffling hair. “Well this is a nice surprise, what are you three doing here?”
You wander over and press a kiss to his cheek before explaining. “The preschool is shut today, something about a staff shortage.. so we thought we’d pay daddy a surprise visit, didn’t we?”
The twins giggle and nod, rambling nonsense at him.
You smile happily, watching him entertain their nonsense - despite what people told you before, Price is an incredible dad and husband; ridiculously patient.
After a few minutes you clear your throat slightly to get the attention of your children. “Why don’t you show daddy what we made this morning?”
They shriek excitedly and jump up, taking the two tubs you hand them - knowing if only one of them got to give them a present there’d be an argument.
Price chuckles at the Tupperware shoved in his face, making a point of thanking them - per your request of getting them to remember Ps and Qs - before taking it.
The exaggerated excitement is taken over by real joy as he opens them to reveal a batch of flapjacks, his favourite.
Later, as the twins clamber over Soap - tugging at his hair like a handle and trying to get up to his shoulders - Price gets to boast about how his 3 favourite people were the ones to make the team a snack.
Characters: John Price (Call of Duty Modern Warfare) and his baby (you’re his baby (reader))
Relationships: Price as a Dad/Father and Reader (Platonic Parent Offspring Relationship)
Word Count: 775
The music from nostalgic times of when the man was still a young lad filled up the cars interior as he continued to drive through the not so busy streets of the city, tapping the steering wheel with his hands while terribly singing along to whatever old tune he was currently listening to. The grocery bags rested peacefully in the trunk of his vehicle and resting not so peacefully in between him and the bags in the backseat secured well to your safety seat were you, whining about the music being too loud, with every little detail being too overwhelming due to the long grocery trip and a nap that was long overdue. Hearing the tiny clone of himself that completely took over his life not that long ago screaming “Daddy!” over and over again from somewhere behind him John grinned ear to ear showing his teeth while looking into the rear-view mirror which he previously adjusted so he’s able to see your face and took the car to a slow stop in front of the red light.
With the car stopped he finally turned the volume down and turned around giving your cheek a quick but loving squeeze, you swatted his hand away with a frown that made your father smile even harder. “Everything alright, munchkin?” He asked with a slight worry in his voice already expecting the answer, looking at the road from time to time to see if the right turned green yet he continued “I know you’re tired… you can take a nap in here if you want.” It was more of a command than a suggestion which obviously you didn’t catch deciding to stay awake “We’re not that far from home either way…” The man murmured under his breath ready for this nightmare to end, dreading what was about to come any moment. John then turned back around to face the road and continued to drive the car forward waiting for your answer and preparing himself for the unreasonable demands that were to come any second.
You looked out the window trying to ignore him giving him your version of silent treatment where you still mumbled something under your breath trying your best to ignore him. Lacking any form of entertainment, seeing how you disliked the music he had playing in the background, and already being after a talk with his wife about not giving you an electronic device every time something was wrong he wanted to take out his house keys and jingle them in front of your face but it turned out to not be needed. A gasp escaped your lips as out the car window you noticed an advertisement for the local restaurant, You noticed sweat starting to drip down your parents forehead as you said that one word. “Cheeseburger.” Announcing proudly pointing at the banner slamming your finger against the window over and over again.
“Honey, we’ll be home soon, we can have something at home… something more healthy.” John said already imagining his spouses disappointed expression when they find out he took you out for fast food for the third time this week.
“Cheeseburger.” You just repeated yourself mispronouncing the word and the man sighed unsure on what to do. “Daddy… Cheeseburger…” You continued to point at the advertisement which slowly passed you with the car driving past it.
Price sighed deeply nodding slowly already giving into your demands. “What do we say?”
“Please.” You answered unsure if that was the word your old man meant, it was a weird concept having to say a special word in an attempt to get anything you ever wanted but if that’s what he wanted then you’ll comply.
With the magic word leaving your mouth he turned to the other line in order to take a different exit to go the advertised fast food place, looking much more content seeing how happy you were. The drive wasn’t the longest only 5 to 10 minutes but for you it felt like eternity, he obviously entertained you in any way he could, mostly by telling a story he made up on the spot just so he can drive in peace. Making a circle around the building he went through the drive-through and ordered something for both himself and his wife, as well as a kids meal for you which included: whatever garbage they stuffed inside and decided to call a “toy” (which John never shut up about as he hated them, noticing how much of a downgrade the new ones were compared to older ones), small fries, a drink you’ll probably throw away any second, and finally your precious cheeseburger.
Author Note: Not gonna lie I craved a cheeseburger the entire time planning and writing this... Thank you so much for reading I hope you're having an amazing [TIME OF DAY]!
