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Started March 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Being married has been great. Nothing much has changed between them other than legal titles but it’s still been great. That is until Malcom decided to come for a visit. She has no idea what possessed her father to travel to Russia (without warning) and to book a hotel for a full week. She loves her father but this is too much. The constant random visits, him interfering with her work schedule, it’s all just overwhelming. Will she tell him her feelings on the matter? Probably not. There’s really no reason to start a fight when he’s only starting for a week. Peace can be maintained. That’s what she told herself at least. She was gravely mistaken.

Ava has never regretted a decision more than she has in this very moment. Her father asked to come over for lunch and she agreed like the idiot she is. They’re currently sitting at the kitchen table, eating a couple of sandwiches from the deli. Everything was going smoothly until she decided to take the pickles off of her food. Huge mistake. That one simple action turned into what she considers to be the worst conversation topic in the world: having kids. “I’m not trying to offend you or your parenting skills. We just don’t want any kids.” It doesn’t register with him despite her saying it a million times. The two lock eyes for a moment. Bright blue meet deep brown in a silent test of wills. Her father has never been told no in life and is therefore not used to not getting his way. The two couldn’t be more different yet more alike, both in looks and personality. While Malcom sports jet black hair and stern brown eyes his daughter has gold locks and rebellious blues. One would have a hard time guessing that they’re related in that aspect. Though both are insanely stubborn it’s more often than not that they’re on different sides of things.

Cameron had been enjoying himself too. He loved everything there was to love with marriage so far. The cake, the sharing, the honeymoon, retirement plans, it was nice to be back and supporting someone financially, even though she really didn't need it, it still made him feel good, and that's what counts to him.

He had come downstairs after a nap to see Ava and her father staring each other in the eyes with a plate of pickles in front of Ava. Unable to resist himself, he walked forward, moving a hand through his dark hair and taking one of her shoulders with one hand, and with the other a pickle. He had no idea her father was coming and he would've stayed upstairs if he did know. Or he would've gotten a sandwich and gotten the hostility out of the way, but clearly Ava was busy doing that. He knew some kind of war was going to go down soon, but he didn't know what about.

Ava’s glare at her father doesn’t waved for a second even after Cameron enters the room. She doesn’t want to get him involved in yet another one of these stupid conversations. They’ve gone over this a million times and she’s made it perfectly clear that their minds have been mind. Unfortunately, her father seems to have other plans.

“Cameron, take a seat and join us. Octavia and I were just discussing have wonderful it would be for the two of you to have a couple of children running around.” Malcom gestures for the other man to have a seat. It’s more of a demand and less of an offer.

“Daddy, don’t you get started about this again.” Ava sighs heavily, silently begging Cameron to run while he still has a chance. It’s bad enough if one of them has to suffer but it’s completely pointless for them both to be miserable.

Cameron crunched into his pickle, then choked at the mention of children. "No. No kids," He growled gruffly. "I already have a twenty-two year old son who will be moving in with us when he finishes college next year so I think that's plenty. We don't need kids," He growled as if it was a final answer, in his 'I so don't want to discuss this anymore or I will literally kill you where you are sitting' voice. He squeezed Ava's shoulder.
"And I'm going to have to agree with her. Don't get started with it again. Young children are hard and I'm too old for it, anyway."

“That’s nonsense. You are both still plenty young enough to have a child or two. Instead you’re wasting your lives with those creatures of yours.” Malcom waves his hand dismissively, clearly unbothered by the hostile tone. “Children are a blessing and you would be missing out on not having any. Do you realize how selfish it is for you not to have children?”

Ava stiffens up the second the dogs are mentioned. Creatures? She cannot believe that he just called those precious babies creatures. “Like it or not, those creatures are the only grandchildren that you’re ever going to get from us.” She’d rather have another dog over a baby any day. “Selfish? How the hell are we being selfish?”

"We are not being selfish. I don't want children and neither does she. It's what you're dealing with and what you're going to get and accept," He snapped over Ava's question, trying to finish the conversation before it got too far into details. "It's selfish of you to think that every one of your children has to give you something. Be thankful that you have a pair of twins to keep you busy." He busied himself over eating more pickles, his eyes narrowed.

“I took you in and raised you as my own child and this is how you repay me? By allowing your husband to speak to me like that? It’s not as though I’m asking for much. I am not nearly as young as I used to be and wanting to have grandchildren is a natural part of my growing older. Octavia, I am very disappointed in you.” His words are serious and laced with great sorrow. This version of a guilt trip is his favorite go to move and it usually succeeds.

Ava stares down at the half eaten sandwich in front of her, unwilling to look her father in the eyes. Those words still get to her after all of these years.

"Oh my god I fucking hate you. I'm allowed to talk to you however I fucking want. Because as far as I'm concerned, this is going to be my home? You're the one imposing on how we feel about children and what we want as a couple. Great, we don't want kids! That's fine. I've seen, and dealt, with what can happen with kids if things go wrong, and with you as their grandfather, I'm convinced something would go wrong. So just go fuck off with your mind games," Cameron spat out like it was a very large glob of poison he just took from the pickle.

“Your opinion does not matter to me. Despite having somehow convinced my daughter to marry you, you are not apart of this family. If I had had any say in this so called marriage than it wouldn’t have happened in the first place. You are nowhere near worthy enough to be associated with my family. It may very well be for the best that you don’t bring a child into this world based off of how your son is. I would not want a child like that baring the Lacerta name,” Malcom replies, his words equally as sharp but his tone much calmer.

“Kako se usuđujete ući u naš dom i vrijeđati mog muža? Dvaput je čovjek kakav ćete ikada biti, a Cormac je sjajan mladić. Neću samo stajati ovdje i slušati vas kako govorite tako grozne stvari. Odlazi sada.“ Ava abruptly stands up and slams her hands down on the top of the table.

That’s when the real fight starts. Long gone is the calm but sharp discussion from earlier. The father and daughter quickly resort to a shouting match after the first round of harsh words are exchanged.

“You can insult me but you can’t insult my son!” Cameron screamed, standing and pushing the chair back, throwing the pickle down half-eaten and forgotten as Cameron joined in the screaming match against Ava’s father. Near the end of it, Cameron was just close to kicking him out or just killing him to put himself and Ava out of their misery. It seemed like a better thing than to deal with his stupid ass who was still stuck in the nineteen hundreds. Cameron was frankly appalled with how he treated his daughter and Cameron just wanted to smite the man off of the face of the planet.

Ava, in her blind fury, rapidly switches between languages, tripping over words in order to get them out before someone can cut her off. There’s a chance that she’ll come to regret some of what she’s saying later on but she could care less in the heat of the moment. Thankfully, Malcom storms out of the house, still insulting them, before anyone gets murdered. “I swear to fuck…..” Ava is red in the face and beyond angry. Even the fact that her father is leaving them along isn’t enough to calm her down. This was supposed to be a simple lunch, not World War 3.

Cameron slammed the door after him personally, scooping up Rose who was getting excited over the whole thing and yapping loudly. His own face was red and his hair was fluffed out a lot. He sat down heavily on the couch, breathing heavily to get himself under control. He had definitely flown off of the handle but he was ready to kill that man for all of his worth. He couldn't wait for that moment when they had to bury him. It was a dark thought but Cameron was more than ready. He didn't care if he was the person who happened to kill him, either.

Ava heads straight upstairs, needing to take a moment to collect herself before she starts breaking furniture. Flopping down on the edge of the bed, she sighs heavily. What she wouldn’t give to make her father be more……normal. She glances over when Kreja quietly trots into the room. The dog moves much slower nowadays but his personality has yet to change. She’s worried about him, especially with all of the grey and white streaking his fur. “Hey, baby boy.” Reaching down, she scoops him up, carefully cradling him in her arms like a baby. Kreja wags his tail and looks up at her, his tongue happily lolling out of the side of his mouth.

(Sorry my friend came over)

Cameron ran his fingers through his hair and cuddled Rose close, sighing down at the wriggling puppy.
“It’s all just such a mess.” He smiled a little as she kissed his nose and his cheeks. The puppy had gotten a little bit bigger, but he’d be able to hold her at any size. He was actually pretty proud of that, too, considering one had to work out a lot to get that strong. Cameron was still even able to pick up Kreja, who wriggled a lot despite being really old.

(It’s all good)

The longer she sits there the more her mind begins to wander. Maybe they should have a baby. It would cause the needless fighting to cease and her father would never bother them about it again. Ava bites the inside of her cheek, her leg nervously bouncing up and down as she thinks. How hard could having a baby be? They're both still pretty young and Cameron does have experience with raising kids. Neither of them particularly want kids but she thinks she could convince herself and Cameron that having one wouldn't be the end of the world. She did go through a very brief phase after the twins were born where a small part of her figured that one kid wouldn’t ruin her life but that part of her disappeared after less than a day and she never mentioned it to anyone. Sighing heavily, she carefully sits Kreja down on the bed beside her and pulls out her phone. This is where the researching process begins. She first searches up what pregnant women can't do. This will be her attempt to calm down and realize that she’s being dumb. No sushi, no caffeine, no alcohol, no hot tubs, no nothing. The list basically says no to everything she likes to do. Up next is symptoms. Nausea, food aversions, fatigue, cravings, mood swings, swollen feet, and an abundance of other horrible things. Frowning, she moves onto labor and birth. She gets only a minute into a video before she turns off her phone and basically chucks it across the room. That right there is what causes her to just stop with the baby stuff. She still thinks it would be nice to have to her father be less of an ass but there's almost no chance that she'll bring up this to Cameron. “Come on, Kreja. I need to do something else before I loose my mind.” Leaving her phone in the room, she heads back down the stairs. A smile flickers across her face when she sees Cameron and Rose.

Cameron had scooped up Zore as she trotted by and snuggled with her too, snuggling his pair of girls happily as he leaned back and relaxed visibly. Finally, he was able to relax and just enjoy the silence after the storm. But he had a feeling it was going to get bad again when she approached him looking nervous. She never just approached him with that look in her eyes. It always led to some kind of disagreement or asking for his opinion, and him always giving his opinion and somehow getting it wrong. It was a little frustrating, and he hoped it wouldn’t end that way. Or her asking him about her father. He’d probably explode at the mention of that horrible man. That manipulative, favoring, little ass. Cameron just wanted to crush him into the ground where he belonged.

Ava flood down on the chair, pulling Kreja up onto her lap as she sits. “You and the girls are so cute when you cuddle.” It’s not an unusual comment coming from her. She dotes on all three dogs and often coos when she sees any of the dogs snuggling with him. Stretching out, she continues to look at the dogs or up at the ceiling, not meeting his gaze. That baby freak out she just had makes her feel guilty. She would usually talk to Cameron about any issues she has but this is just one thing she’s not willing to bring up. Wanting a baby for the sake of getting a family member to fuck off really isn’t great and she knows it. What makes it worse is that she had actually convinced herself that it was a good idea. Only for a very short period of time but still.

Cameron watched her suspiciously, squinting a little as she avoided his eyes. She loved his eyes and how nice they were.
“Mmm. What’s wrong? There’s something off about you.” He looked down at the puppies who have started to squirm a little. He cooed softly to them before looking up at Ava and talking again: “Look, you shouldn’t let your dad control you. You’re your own woman, and honestly I couldn’t think of another person I’d want to spend my life with. I don’t want him influencing us. You and I are our own unit and it’s unfair of him to assume all you’re here to do is pop out children. He needs to hurry up and get a hint. Women aren’t treated the same way when he was growing up. I don’t want to be rude and say what I’m actually thinking but… he needs to get a hint or just fuck off.”

Ava’s face reddens when she’s called out on her avoiding his gaze. “Nothing is wrong. I’m just thinking.” Pressing a kiss to Kreja’s head, she closes her eyes.
The mere mention of her father is enough to make her squirm uncomfortably. “Let’s just not talk about him, okay?” Conversations of her father tend to lead to fights. “God, I need a drink.” More like an entire body. She carefully moves Kreja from her lap to onto the chair as she stands and swiftly heads towards the kitchen. It’s sad that it’s only a little after noon and she’s already reaching for the vodka. That’s just what lunches with her father does to her. She collects a glass and the bottle before returning to the living room. It takes a moment but she manages to situation herself so that she’s laying across the chair with her legs propped up against the chair rest up Rosen enough so Kreja can continue to sleep under them.

Cameron frowned a little bit scooted closer to her when she returned, hoisting his legs up with hers and curling them together.
“Fine. What are you thinking about, then?” He asked gently, the hostility in his dark eyes disappearing as he just fought to meet her gaze. She never not met his gaze. She was always so forward and eye-focused; you sort of had to be if you wanted to be intimidating. She didn’t intimidate him any more of course, but still. He still enjoyed the eye-to-eye contact.

Ava forgoes the glass and just takes a swig from the bottle. Feeling his eyes on her is making it incredibly hard not to look. Not maintaining eye contact is hard enough to do without him looking into her damn soul.
“Oh, nothing important. Just the usual random stuff.” Fidgeting, she begins to pick at the hem of her shirt. She’s usually a much better liar than this but the topic of the lie just makes her uncomfortable. “What should we have for dinner tonight? I found a coupon for that seafood place we like. It was in the junk drawer so I’m not sure if it’s already expired or not. I probably should’ve looked before I suggested it.” This stupid rambling just makes her die a little on the inside.