The fresh spring air breathes against your face as you drive down the street in your neighborhood. It was an uncharacteristically pleasant drive home. The weather wasn't a bitch today, so you rolled your windows down to feel the nice breeze.

Work wasn't all that bad either. Just a few overly needy customers, but nothing you couldn't handle. Dealing with Emery has you well-equipped. Nothing more aggravating than dealing with an annoying, clingy brat for thirteen years.

You pull into the driveway and roll up your windows before cutting your car off. Your mind hums with suggestions of how you should occupy yourself for the rest of the evening. You've been wanting to finish watching The Walking Dead...maybe you can do that after dinner-

You don't finish the thought. The front door opens before you can even reach for your keys. On the other side stands Emery, glaring fiery daggers at you.

"What took you so long, dumbass? You were gone for like....an eternity, and you didn't call or text me back! Mom was having a fit..." Emery huffs. He's annoyed, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around you. You're starting to think Emery has a problem. He's way too attached to you. Usually, thirteen-year-old boys would love to be away from their families entirely.