I saw that you already wrote a fic about Pevs' retirement but could you write one with bb Tyler. Like he's upset because he thinks Pevs' is leaving him but when he finds out he's staying with the Stars he becomes happy and really sincere and thankful? Thanks :D
i love this!!! I know he retired like… six years ago, but i’m still here with fic! Just a little late! Very late. so late.
Rich thought Tyler understood thewhole retirement thing. They didn’t exactly have a conversation about it,because Rich didn’t think there was any room for misinterpretation – he shouldhave, though. Tyler’s insecurities sneak up on him all the time, and Richshould know better by now.
“Daddy,” Tyler’s little voice wakeshim up, warbling but defiant. “Daddy!” Maybe Tyler de-aged after lettinghimself inside the house; he’s done that before. Rich looks around for the toddler,finds Tyler busily pushing the ottoman over beside the bed, climbing onto it.He doesn’t use it to get onto the bed, though, just stands there, arms crossed.
“What’s up, Tyler? Is something wrong?”
“No leave, Daddy,” Tyler announces.“Not ‘llowed. No tired.”
“Retired? I’m not leaving,retirement doesn’t mean leaving, don’t worry -”
“No go home!” Tyler goes on withhis speech. “You’re, my daddy. Home is me!”
“Yes, Tyler, that’s right.”
“No Canada!” Tyler declares, “nohome Canada. No!”
“I’m not going to retire in Canada,I promise.” Was this Tyler’s concern? It must be, because it makes sense. Tyleris the only reason for Rich to stay in Dallas – to Rich, this makes Dallas theonly place he wants to be. To Tyler, maybe it doesn’t seem like enough of areason. “Do you know what dads want to do, when they retire?” he asks. Tyler,having worn himself out yelling, sits on the ottoman, sniffs.
“Golf.”
“Sure, some golfing. But Dads wantto see their kids. Lots of dads move to where their kids live, after retiring.I don’t have to go anywhere, though, because my kid is already here.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
Tyler pauses to consider this. “Youtired to see me? Lots?”
“Yup. Retired dads just want tohang out, play golf, and see their kids a lot.”
“Hmm.” Tyler bounces his heelsagainst the ottoman, deep in thought. “No Canada,” he checks.
“No Canada. Just wherever you live.”
“I live Dallas.”
“Then I stay in Dallas.”
“What if I live Canada?” Tyler askswarily, squinting.
“Then I go with you.”
“I live Tampa?”
“Then I go to Tampa.”
“I live Anheim?”
“Then I go to Anaheim.”
“I live Chigo?”
“Then I go to Chicago.”
The list goes on. And on. Tylersits on the ottoman and lists every single city he knows, and Rich promises tomove there. He really hopes Tyler doesn’t plan on going to any – or all – of these places, but he means whathe says, and would move there, too. Once Tyler runs out of cities and startsasking about the moon, North Pole, and whatever he means by ‘fire land,’ whichRich suspects is hell itself, Rich gets out of bed and scoops Tyler into hisarms.
“Anywhere,” he says, “anywhere atall. Because what do daddies do?”
“Love me!” Tyler cheers; Rich hasdrilled this into him every time he’s a toddler, hoping it’ll remain with Tyleras an adult. Rich is his dad, Rich loves him no matter what, that’s thetakeaway. Tyler seems steadier for it, he thinks.
Later, when Tyler is back tonormal, Rich informs him that while he’d move anywhere for Tyler, he’dappreciate it if Tyler would refrain from moving to hell, and Tyler laughs so hard he cries.
“You wouldn’t go to hell for me?”he asks, barely able to breathe.
“Well, sure, I would, but don’tmake me do it,” Rich says, and he lovesthat thinking I’ve never seen him sohappy happens so incredibly often these days.