Teaser 1 – Father of Yours

This is an excerpt from Chapter 3 of Father of Yours. I'm currently working on Chapter 4. Enjoy!

"William…" she started slowly. He turned to look at her, remaining silent as he waited for her to continue. He could tell that she wanted to say something and he was beginning to feel anxious. The last thing he wanted was to get in another fight with her. "How long are you home this time?"

He sighed, fearing the beginning of a fight. "I don't know."

She rolled her eyes childishly. "How do you not know?"

"We were talking about doing some shows in the southwest, but we haven't set the dates yet." He pulled on a pair of black jeans and then one of his classic white tee shirts. "It's Christmas Buffy. I don't want to fight."

"Neither do I, but I want you to stay home too."

"I know you do and I want to be here, but you know I have to work. Its how I support us and I want you and the kids to have everything you want."

"All I want is you," she said, pulling on a shirt over her bra and then buttoning up her jeans.

"Buffy…" He stepped closer to her, reaching for her hand. She pulled away from him though and it hurt him to see her do that. "Buffy… I love you."

"I know you do and I love you, but maybe that's not enough for you to stick around, huh?"

"How can you say that? How can you even think that?"

"Because you're always running off to play your concerts and when you do come home you're barely here. We have a few days and then you're gone again. I can't keep doing this," she said, exasperated.

"You can't mean that…" he began, his face falling at the implications of her words.

She heard the kids moving around and moved for the door, but his hand grabbed her arm. "Buffy, wait. Please," he was begging her.

"I need to go fix breakfast… or at least lunch." She tried to pull away but he held firm.

"Buffy," he said again, his voice a little more firm.

"Let go," she insisted again.