We're at it again

"No..." he frowned lightly before dropping off to sleep.

Punk smirked to himself a bit, then finally fell asleep as well, making sure he held Brandon.

About twenty minutes later, Lacy walked in with a few bags in her hands. "Guys, I'm hom-- aw." She chuckled, seeing Phil and Brandon asleep on the couch. She pulled out her phone and decided to take a picture. Twitpic. lmao.

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Present Day

"And it still is cute." She laughed a little.

"Alright, it is." he chuckled. "Brandon and I are always adorable together. You know it's true." he chuckled. "Though with Allison now, psh...she's giving Brandon a run for his money." he smirked.

"You love her because she's your only girl." She chuckled.

"She's too cute sometimes. I can't be mad at that face. Hell, I can't be mad at Brandon or Ally."

"Keep it up and see what happens." She laughed.

"What?" he laughed.

"Keep on lying like you don't get mad when they get in your comics." She chuckled.

(I'm stupid lol)

"That was...one time." he said. "They almost ripped a page out."

(lol...i was like...i think she made a mistake lol)

"You made your daughter cry." She chuckled. "Over a book."

"That she almost ripped."

"She was like, one at the time." She shook her head.

"Well...shouldn't mess with my books." he smirked.

"We need to re-evaluate your priorities." She chuckled.

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/A year earlier/

Brandon and Allison were sitting together in one of the big chairs of the living room, looking through one of Punk's comic books. Now, Brandon knew not to mess with Punk's comics, but Ally, not so much. Up until about a month ago, she couldn't even walk. So. He never had to tell her about the comics.

It was just laying there, the bright colors grabbed Allison's attention and Brandon just loved doing things that he wasn't supposed to. lol.

When he heard the door open, he knew it was Punk, and didn't want to get in trouble. "Here, Ally." Brandon handed her the comic and she gladly took it, flipping through the pages to look at the colors.

Brandon went over to Phil as he walked in the kitchen, "Daddy, Ally's lookin' at your comics," he tattled.

"...she's what?" he sighed. He went to the living room and saw Allison there with the comic. "Ally, give the book to Daddy."

Allison looked up at him and blinked, shaking her head no and looking back down at the comic. "Pretty colors," she said as she turned the page.

"Yes, very pretty...expensive colors."

" 'Spensive," she repeated. She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded like a nice word. lol. She turned the page again. It got stuck, and she had to pull it a little roughly. There was a small tear in the paper, but she didn't think much of it.

Punk's eyes widened. "Ally, no!" he said as he went to take the book.

Ally saw him reaching for the book and reacted on instinct, pulling the book closer to her chest. "No!"

"Give me the book." he said as he tried to pull it from her.

She resisted, and the page ripped even more. "Stop!" She half screamed.

"Let it go!"

Allison dropped the book when he yelled. She frowned and began to cry.

Brandon sat back and watched the whoooole thing with a grin. Better her than him.