Compromise
For the @thebarsondaily prompt: Compromise
“Come on, Noah. It’s time for bed,” Rafael stated as he entered the young boy’s room. Noah was sitting on his floor, quietly pushing his hotwheels around the racetrack mat on the floor.
“But I want ice cream,” the boy protested, sitting up straighter.
“No ice cream. It’s too late for that.”
“Okay, then…” the boy paused, clearly stalling to stay up later. “Then five stories!” He held up five fingers splayed out.
Rafael crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, “That’s too many. How about two?”
The boy squinted his eyes, “Four?” He held up four fingers hopefully.
“How about we compromise at three?”
“Okay!” The boy jumped onto the bed and let his dad pick out the three stories.
He was asleep by the end of the first book.
Rafael silently pushed himself off the bed and tucked his son in, “Te quiero, mijo. Sweet dreams.”
He left the door cracked open and went into their bedroom, where Olivia sat in bed, reading a book. She was wearing a ratty NYPD t-shirt that – due to its thinning fabric – left very little to the imagination and her hair framed her face in flowing locks.
“It sounds like we have a future lawyer on our hands,” Olivia commented as Rafael pulled back the blankets.
“Mhm, he is definitely a Barba – that is for sure,” he climbed into bed. “But the student hasn’t quite surpassed the master,” he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I am very,” he kissed her neck. “Very,” a kiss to the collar bone. “Good at making deals.”
“Oh is that right? I thought you preferred putting on a show in the courtroom,” she breathed as he kissed his way back up her neck.
“Mmm, I’ll show you something, alright,” he growled, and her laugh was swallowed up by a hungry kiss.
