𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 || 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠

steve ~ fail

   "Junior, what's wrong? We heard someone cry, we're here to check on you." I said. Me and Steve saw our 8 year old son cry in the living room, at night.

   We both sat next to him, he's in between us. "What is it? Girl problems? Bullies?" Said Steve. "No it's not that." He whimpered.

   "I'm failing. Badly, and since I heard your stories with your parents and how strict they were with your school, I thought you're gonna do that to me now." He said.

   "What? Us? Psshh, we even said to each other before we were dating that we'd never force our kids to achieve good grades! Oh Junior..." I spoke. "Scores doesn't define who you are. They're just a number, a letter. What you are is indescribable. What everyone is actually. No one deserves to be graded or scored with some stupid letter thand doesn't even have value." I said.

   "Hey I failed many times, Junior. History was the worst. Your mother got an D- in English. Shocking right? She speaks like she's in the 1800s." Said Steve as me and Junior chuckled.

   "The point is, there's no reason y o cry about scores. That doesn't mean you be ignorant about it. Just do it. That's what I always tell myself. Even if ya hate it, like it, love it, even if you just wanna scream. You gotta do it." I said.

   "Cause it'll be over soon enough. You don't even need it in the future."

   "Thanks mom, dad." He hugged the both of us, still crying. "Oh it's okay. Stop crying now, you're dont need to stressabout it anymore." I said, patting his back. "Oh it's not just my grades I'm crying about."

   "Well what else? Let's help you." Said Steve.

   "Well, you guys were married in January 15 1969 right?" We both nodded. "But my birthday is December 7th-"

   "Okay that's enough, go to bed." I spoke. "Did you guys adopt me?" He cried. "No, you were just given to us, by god at an earlier time." I said. Steve was holding his laugh.

   "Just get to bed. Tomorrow will be a fresh morning." "Okay. Goodnight mom and dad." He said walking to his room and closing the door. I look at Steve as he bursts out laughing.

   "You could've helped me!" I said. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't know what to say either."

   I rolled my eyes and went back to our room. Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me into his arms.

   "How about we do give Junior a baby sibling?" He said.

   I rolled my eyes again, grabbing his shirt and dragging him back to our room.