Page 47 of Single Dad Navy SEAL Firefighter
“Good for you on bagging that job where you did your internship. That’s some queen level shit right there.” He clapped his hands, and I nodded.
“Thank you, thank you. It wasn’t easy.” I grabbed the salt shaker and pretended it was a mic. “There were some sleepless nights, but it was all worth it because my beloved brother will teach me how to fire a gun now.”
“You’re out of your mind,” he said. The waiter brought our food, and I thanked him, smiling brightly, and he nodded.
“You’re a cruel older brother, you know that?” I argued as I popped a fry into my mouth, and he cut into his steak, shrugging.
“Being told no once in a while doesn’t hurt. You’ll get over it.”
“Is that what they teach you in the Marines, young boy?” I scolded him, and he raised his wine glass, nodding.
“Then I guess getting wine was a good choice, wasn’t it?”
“Nobody will marry you with that attitude,” I said, cutting into my steak, and he laughed.
“As if anyone would want you as a wife.”
“Hey! I am much more marriage material than you are,” I argued, and he made a noise similar to flatulence. This child!
“Please. You are the most careless person I have ever met; you probably don’t even know where the pots are,” he teased, and I gasped.
“Yes, I do!”
“I don’t mean the frying pan, Brooke.”
“It does cook other meals fairly well,” I told him, and he laughed, his shoulders shaking as he stared at me.
We continued arguing over whether or not I knew how to cook—which I did—and he told me stories about a few of the new recruits and a few of his colleagues. I was glad that he wasn’t alone whenever he left home, that he had other people to call family.
When we got home, after both deciding that ice cream was a great desert, I was exhausted. Today had been such a busy day, and I honestly enjoyed each and every moment I spent with Marie and my brother.
It was nice to finally catch up properly with my brother, and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow; we would probably fight about the laundry I left in the bathroom because today we only argued about the dishes, but still, I couldn’t wait to argue about it.
I enjoyed spending time with him, because I saw him so little, and I wanted to soak up every moment.
“Let’s watch a movie,” he said as he switched on the TV while I put our food in the refrigerator. I shook my head, the subtle headache that had developed because I was laughing so hard during dinner had me exhausted.
“Hmm-hmm, I’m tired. I just want to sleep. I promise we can have a movie marathon tomorrow.” I crossed my fingers, and he rolled his eyes and nodded.
“Alright, sleepyhead, see you tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Brooke.”
I looked at him suspiciously as I pointed an accusing finger at him.
“You’re not going back tomorrow, are you?”
“Nope, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
‘You better, or else,” I threatened, and he laughed as he pushed me to my bedroom.
“Yeah, yeah, tough girl. I know!”
“Good night, Brandon,” I laughed, and he waved as he closed my door. I took some Ibuprofen to help reduce the headache, and after changing into my pajamas, I fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up the next morning, I decided to surprise my brother with some birthday breakfast. I was honestly going to use the leftovers from our dinner, but it wasn’t like he minded.
He had probably spent the night watching movies; I noticed his fleece blanket on the couch, and I rolled my eyes.
“And he’s always scolding me about being messy,” I laughed as I folded his blanket. He hadn’t left the apartment yet, because whenever he went on a run in the morning, he would leave a note on the kitchen counter.