"I can help you with dinner." Brooklyn said standing up from his seat making his way toward your mother who smiled at him thankfully. "Really? [Y/N] never wants to help with dinner...she would rather watch television with her father." Your mother said playfully scowling at you and you rolled your eyes a smile painted on your lips. "Cooking just isn't for me mum." You said your gaze focused on the television with your father. "You go help her with dinner Brooklyn, go be a doll." You muttered glancing over at him quickly and he stuck his middle finger up at you quickly making you gasp. "Something wrong sweetie?" You father asked looking over at you for a moment before letting his eyes fall back on the television and you shook your head. You watched as Brooklyn stalked off into the kitchen following after your mother. "That's a nice boy you got there. Helping your mother and stuff with dinner." Your father mumbled as he stared at the television.
