Part 11 in series: The Things We Make, We make With Love
Derek chased the basketball down the driveway, corralling it at the sidewalk.
“That’s H-O-R-S, Daddy.” Stephen caught the ball from his father. “One more letter and you lose.” He shook his finger at him and lined up to shoot the basket.
“I know. I guess I must have left my A-game inside.” Derek was letting him win.
“Yeah, you really brought your Z-game today.”
Wow, so much sass at the hands of a seven year old. Oh well. They had an important errand to run, and they needed to do so before Stiles came home from the gym. Derek looked up as Stephen sunk his shot into the hoop, which Derek admitted, he’d set up too high for Stephen, but come on. There was no way he could play on a hoop six feet off the ground. So eight feet it was.
Stephen passed the ball to him, and Derek shot it off the backboard. It didn’t go in.
Derek messed up his hair. “Let’s go get changed. I have to go do something, and I need my first mate along for the ride.”
“Oooh, what are we doing, Daddy?”
“Well it’s really important, and I need the best secret keeper I know to come help me.”
Stephen’s eyes lit up as he walked through the front door. “Really? I’m the best?”
“Oh absolutely. Now go get changed. We have to be out of the house before Tatuś gets home.” Derek followed him up the stairs and jumped into the shower.
Five minutes later, he no longer smelled like a gym sock and found Stephen sitting on the couch waiting for him. “Ready to go on this Top Secret mission?”
Stephen saluted him. “Aye-aye, Captain.”
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