My father took a sip of his red wine and then chuckled. "To be honest, I would've won the case either way." He grinned.
"I'm sure you would've." My dad rolled his eyes subtly, his tone dashed with a hint of sarcasm. I giggled when my father stared daggers at my dad who just flashed him a smile.
"Were you being sarcastic?" my father raised a dark eyebrow.
"I don't know." My dad took a sip of his whiskey before continuing. "You tell me, Jason." He laughed. It was no secret that my dad enjoyed teasing my father, in fact they enjoyed teasing each other and a lot of the time teasing me as well.
My father blinked. "No wonder I'm the favourite parent." He grinned mischievously and I groaned, knowing very well what he had just sparked.
"Megan-" my dad turned to me quickly but I raised my hand.
"Nope!" I laughed. "I agreed to endure all the terrible dad jokes you guys have to offer but I said a long time ago that I don't have favourites, I love you both equally." The two men relaxed in their seats and I laughed.
The thing about the dad jokes was true, I endured a lot of dad jokes growing up, the perks of having two of them. They mostly came from my father who thought he was an absolute comedian. Jason Clarke was witty, occasionally arrogant and it was safe to say that I'd learnt my spectacular sarcasm from him. He was nothing like my dad.
My dad, Michael, was a lot calmer in general but boy, did he have a temper on him. His dad jokes were more bearable than my father's but they were still dad jokes nonetheless. He'd taught me a thing or two about taking life by the horns but he also taught me everything he knew about fine spirits. He was more whiskey while my father was more wine.
They were different, miles apart but I definitely loved them the same. Them and their silly dad jokes and useless attempts at getting me to admit which parent was my favourite.
"Nice try though." I acknowledged, taking a sip of my own drink.
Dinner with my parents was always entertaining, there was no doubt about that. We were in a restaurant, waiting for our desserts to arrive. After a long day at work, I had been more than excited to see my parents again.
"Michael, you were joking, right?" My father asked sheepishly. My dad grinned at him, a sincere grin that caused little creases around his green eyes.
"Of course. I was just messing with you, love." He replied.
"Just messing with me..." my father repeated. "It's because I'm going grey, isn't it?" he laughed.
My father's normally mahogany hair had started to pepper these past few months with strands of white and grey appearing all over his head. My dad took his hand and squeezed it gently.
"We're both going grey, love." He said to my father as he lightly tilted his head to the side. My father chuckled.
"Dearest daughter of ours, what do you plan to do with this pair of old men you call your parents?" he asked me with a smile. I shrugged.
"I was just going to ship you guys off to some old age home in like Denmark or Australia, somewhere far." I teased. The two men laughed and as our waitress arrived with our desserts I couldn't help but feel a small lump in the pit of my stomach.
The fact that my parents would one day be gone and that I'd have to live my life without them brought an unpleasant feeling to my stomach. I struggled with death and to think that the two most important people in my life would one day come face-to-face with it made me feel beyond depressed. I hadn't even noticed that I was mindlessly stirring my Dom Pedro.
"Megan!" my dad's voice snapped me out of my morbid trance.
"Huh? Yeah." I looked up and they were both watching me intently.
"Are you okay, my girl?" my father's deep brown eyes analysed me. I nodded with a small smile.
"Yeah, dad, I'm good. What were you guys saying?"
"I was saying we should probably tell you the reason we're here."
"Yeah." I chuckled. "You guys just called me at work and said we had to have dinner and that it was imperative, you never said why."
"The reason why came in the mail this morning." My father beamed. "It came in a gold envelope, sealed with a maroon wax stamp."
"What was it?" I was also getting excited.
My father grinned slyly, basking in the anticipation that hung in the air.
"You know the Writ Gala that Harvard's law faculty hosts every year?" he asked.
"Of course I know it. It's the Oscars for lawyers." I rolled my eyes. "Every snobby, arrogant lawyer in the country wants to be invited to it and even more so they want to be mentioned at it."
My father laughed. "Well this snobby, arrogant lawyer is getting honoured with an award and being inducted into the Writ Hall of Fame along with every other legendary and prolific lawyer out there."
"Oh my god, dad, that's huge! Oh wow, congratulations!" I immediately jumped up and went over to his seat to give him a hug. "I'm so proud of you." I kissed his cheek and he smiled.
"Thank you, my angel."
"Daddy, aren't you excited for dad?" I asked my dad as I sat back down in my seat.
"Oh, I am, trust me. He already got his congratulatory gift this morning." He smirked and my father shot him a wink.
"Ew." I muttered. My parents laughed. "So when is it, what's happen at the gala, what do you get?" I bombarded my father with questions.
He explained to me how the whole shebang worked and it sounded really cool and really fancy. I couldn't help but smile at how happy and excited my father was when he was telling me all about his achievement. What widened my smile even more was how my dad was looking at his husband with such pride and admiration.
I wasn't a believer in love but watching my parents always made me want to believe in true love again. I knew their love was a rare kind, the unconditional kind.
"It's all very prestigious." My dad confirmed for my father after he had finished gushing about the gala and the induction.
"Mmhmm." My father wore a proud grin. My dad's hand covered my father's as he spoke, his wedding ring occasionally catching the light and reflecting it.
"It's a shame I won't be there to see it all happen." He sighed.
"What, why not?" I asked in disbelief.
"He's got a trial that day." My father replied for him. My dad confirmed with a nod and I sighed.
"So now you have to come, my Meg. My plus two included my husband and my daughter but now it's going to be just you so you can't ditch me on this." My father stated firmly. I chuckled.
"Of course I'll be there, dad. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
My father grinned and I grinned right back.
My dad laughed and his infectious cackle had me and my father joining in.
There was no doubt in my mind that my mind that people in the restaurant were looking at us but I was used to it. When you're black with white parents people tend to stare but when your white parents are gay they tend to stare a little more but it never really bothered me. They could stare all they want but they could never really know our story, know our family, know us.
I loved my parents and they loved me, no amount of staring could change that, ever.
A/N HELLOOOOOOO!!! Guess who's back, back again?!
Hi my sweet pancakes!
I am so sorry for deserting you lovelies for so long but my writer's block was too intense for life but now I feel like after this little filler chapter, the flood gates have been opened and that chapters are just going to flow out of me!
I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you guys think about Megan's parents and let's get this story going into overdrive!
The fun begins again soon!
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K
P.S. I missed you all so much and I appreciate the continued support I get even when I'm not posting regular updates.