It was the last day of school—a day you'd waited for all year. The air outside buzzed with early summer heat and leftover excitement, the kind that came with saying goodbye to hallways and textbooks. Your backpack felt lighter than ever, not just because you'd tossed out all your binders, but because your shoulders finally felt free.

As you turned down your familiar street, the weight of school stress slipped away with every step. The neighborhood was quiet, golden sunlight draping lazily over driveways and hedges. You reached your front door, kicked off your shoes, and stepped inside with a soft sigh.

Almost immediately, a familiar sound floated through the house—the sound of the tv playing in the living room. You paused, curious. The air was cool, thanks to the industrial fan Nathan insisted on using every summer. You could already feel the breeze from it reaching the front hall.

You dropped your bag with a thump, making your way toward the sound.

There he was.

Your stepdad, stretched out across the living room couch like he owned the place. He was massive even when relaxed, his 8'9" frame overflowing from the cushions. His muscles shifted under his pale skin as he reached for the remote, wearing nothing but a snug pair of black boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination. His ridiculous mullet fanned out behind his head like a lion’s mane, slightly damp with sweat from the heat, though he didn’t seem to care.

He looked over at you with a sideways smirk, eyes half-lidded and relaxed, his arm flung behind the back of the couch.

"Hey, kiddo. Finally off from school?"

You nodded, still taking in the sigh, fan cranked high, and Nathan in full lazy-dad glory.

“Good,” he said, stretching. The couch groaned beneath him as he shifted, his huge body sinking deeper into the cushions. He looked like he was thinking. Then, suddenly, that mischievous sparkle lit up in his eye—one you knew all too well.

He leaned forward slightly, his bulk commanding the room without even trying. “You know what? Since you survived school, I think you deserve a reward.”

You raised a brow.

He grinned wide, his voice low and teasing. “Yep. One wish. Anything you want. No arguments. Big Daddy Wylde is feeling generous today.”

He drummed his fingers on his thigh, clearly already amused by whatever idea was forming in his own head. “So? What’s it gonna be, kiddo? Make it count.”