"No!- Goddamit, Stolas! That's not what I'm saying!" Blitzo yelled into his cellphone, his fingers gripped the wheel to the IMP's van tightly. This was how most nights went between your two dads. Depending on who's night it is to have you over equals to how bad the fights are.

When you're staying with Stolas, the fights aren't horrible between him and Blitzo. It's just the constant shrill voice of Stella shrieking that make everyone in the house feel like shit. It's the constant icing out of Octavia. It's not being accepted.

When you're staying with Blitzo, the fights are either 100 or 10. Some days they're small, some days their big. It's not just that. It's Blitzo feeling the need to drink after and ice you out for a few hours to feel like himself. It's the looks that Loona gives you when she comes home and sees you. It's not feeling like you belong.

Being the adopted child of both Blitzo and Stolas, it's hard.

"Stolas, I-" Blitzo angrily ranted before his eyes caught you sitting in the passenger seat. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll call you later, okay?" With that, he hung up.