and the crappy fireworks


Stiles sighed before looking at the pictures on her laptop. “I really wanted us to be a silly matching family. But I suppose that could be saved for another year.” She said with a weak smile.

“You know, if you get off my lap I’ll finish my work now and run to the store and buy you junk food for tomorrow. So tomorrow it’s just crappy food, movie marathon and fireworks.” He offered