Behind Teacher's Doors (TeacherXTeacher)

Coffee And Kisses

"You know," Robert says, standing with Dave in his arms. "I think I better have a word with your auntie about the things she introduces you to from now on."

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"Dave, buddy, the waffle is supposed to go in your mouth. Now around your mouth."

The boy giggles. "It isn't funny," Robert cleans Dave's chin. "Your making a mess."

"Dad, can Matthew- PANCAKES." Dylan runs over to the ready made stack and stuffs one in his mouth. "C'n Maffu get a luff."

"Son, swallow the food before you speak. Then I might have a chance of actually understanding you."

Dylan swallows the pancake. "Can Matthew get a lift to soccer with me?"

Robert sighs. "If his dad can drop him off here first, yeah. I need to get Dawn ready for dancing-"

"Dad!"

"Speak of the devil." Robert mutters. "Give Matthew a call, get your stuff ready and Dave, eat up quick, okay? Your going to Auntie Rachel's."

"YESS!" The little boy cheers as Robert exits the kitchen.

"Dad!" Dawn screams again.

"Calm yourself, woman. I'm coming!" He reaches her bedroom door and opens it.

She is freaking out. "Dad. I can't find- I can't- oh my god I'm freaking out. Daddy, I can't-"

"What is it? Calm down, baby. Tell me what's wrong." He says, walking over to her.

"I can't find my clasp."

Seriously?

Fuck being female.

"That's why your crying?"

She nods.

He can't help but laugh. "Daddy! Don't laugh. This is serious!" She exclaims.

He coughs, "no, of course. This is serious." He stands and walls over to her make up table. The little red clasp lies beneath a packet of baby wipes. "Come here, honey."

She walks over to him and Robert clips the loose bit of hair. "Don't cry, baby. You'll spoil your make up."

"I'm not going to win the competition." She sobs.

"Hey," he says. "You, are a super star." Robert kisses her cheek. "All I need you to do is try your best and I'll be so proud of you."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He smiles. "Okay, now sit down so I can do your face paint."

"Thanks, daddy."

"No bother, Princess."

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Eight pancakes later, the four of them are sitting in the living room. "When did you say Matthew was co-"

The bell rings.

"Never mind then." Robert mumbles.

Dylan answers the door and Robert trails behind, yawning. "Matthew!"

"Hey bro." They fist bump and Robert smiles at Matthew's father.

"Hi there. How are you?"

The other man rolls his eyes. "Not bad. The missus has left me on parenting duty this morning." He laughs.