What if part 5
Damien really did enjoy school. He got to spend time with his friends and he got to learn new things. He was very good at coloring and he had the best imagination. At least that's what everybody said. There were some kids that weren't so nice but his daddy taught him that's just the way people are. Some people are mean for the sake of being mean. What Damien didn't know was the constant struggle that Crowley underwent trying not to go terrify the children that were mean to his son. He didn't need to cause problems.
"Daddy?" Damien said as they sat at the table eating dinner. Crowley insisted that they always eat dinner together. Especially when Uncle Zira was visiting.
"Yes?" Crowley asked, looking up from his food. Crowley was unlike a lot of the fathers in the neighborhood in that when his child talked to him, he listened attentively. He wanted to make sure that Damien never felt unwanted.
"We have a school project and I don't know what to do." Damien started to push the peas around on his plate. He didn't like peas but daddy and Uncle Zira said they were important to being healthy.
"Oh? What's the project? Maybe I can help you out." Crowley smiled. Damien did have an advantage to the other kids when it came to history subjects.
"It's...um....career day." Damien looked down at his plate. "We're supposed to have a parent or somebody come talk about what they do for a job. When the teacher asked me what your job was, I didn't know what to say."
"Oh." Crowley watched his son for a moment. The boy actually looked sad and Crowley hated it when Damien was sad for any reason. "Can't exactly go up there and talk about being rich, can I?" He chuckled. Maybe he should think about getting a job.
"Not really." Damien said with a little bit of a smile.
"I know." Crowley took a sip of his glass of water. He'd stopped drinking wine with dinner once Damien was old enough to ask if he could have some. "Why don't I talk to Uncle Zira? He can come talk about running his bookshop."
"But that's so boring." Damien said with a groan, rolling his eyes.
"That's not very nice, but you do have a point." He wrinkled his nose and then tried to think. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then a thought came to him. "What if I tell your class about the job I had before you came along?" This caused Damien to perk up.
"What job was that?" He took a drink from his glass of milk.
"Well....I guess you could say I was a spy. Of sorts." There was a little twinkle in his eye. "My job was making sure that certain things happened in a certain way without anyone knowing that I was the one that did it."
"You're making that up." Damien raised an eyebrow, looking at Crowley skeptically.
"I can assure you I am not." Crowley nodded. "Uncle Zira was my partner, actually. Even after he opened the bookshop. It was the cover for our operation."
"That sounds really cool." Damien grinned. "Will you come tell my class about that? I bet they'll love it."
"I can't go into too many details but I can definitely tell them what I'm allowed to tell them." Crowley smiled. Damien got up and came around the table, giving Crowley a big hug.
"Thanks, daddy. I'm going to have the best presentation ever! My dad the spy." He laughed. They finished dinner together talking about some of the things that Crowley had done in his spy days.
"Daddy?" Damien said as they sat at the table eating dinner. Crowley insisted that they always eat dinner together. Especially when Uncle Zira was visiting.
"Yes?" Crowley asked, looking up from his food. Crowley was unlike a lot of the fathers in the neighborhood in that when his child talked to him, he listened attentively. He wanted to make sure that Damien never felt unwanted.
"We have a school project and I don't know what to do." Damien started to push the peas around on his plate. He didn't like peas but daddy and Uncle Zira said they were important to being healthy.
"Oh? What's the project? Maybe I can help you out." Crowley smiled. Damien did have an advantage to the other kids when it came to history subjects.
"It's...um....career day." Damien looked down at his plate. "We're supposed to have a parent or somebody come talk about what they do for a job. When the teacher asked me what your job was, I didn't know what to say."
"Oh." Crowley watched his son for a moment. The boy actually looked sad and Crowley hated it when Damien was sad for any reason. "Can't exactly go up there and talk about being rich, can I?" He chuckled. Maybe he should think about getting a job.
"Not really." Damien said with a little bit of a smile.
"I know." Crowley took a sip of his glass of water. He'd stopped drinking wine with dinner once Damien was old enough to ask if he could have some. "Why don't I talk to Uncle Zira? He can come talk about running his bookshop."
"But that's so boring." Damien said with a groan, rolling his eyes.
"That's not very nice, but you do have a point." He wrinkled his nose and then tried to think. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then a thought came to him. "What if I tell your class about the job I had before you came along?" This caused Damien to perk up.
"What job was that?" He took a drink from his glass of milk.
"Well....I guess you could say I was a spy. Of sorts." There was a little twinkle in his eye. "My job was making sure that certain things happened in a certain way without anyone knowing that I was the one that did it."
"You're making that up." Damien raised an eyebrow, looking at Crowley skeptically.
"I can assure you I am not." Crowley nodded. "Uncle Zira was my partner, actually. Even after he opened the bookshop. It was the cover for our operation."
"That sounds really cool." Damien grinned. "Will you come tell my class about that? I bet they'll love it."
"I can't go into too many details but I can definitely tell them what I'm allowed to tell them." Crowley smiled. Damien got up and came around the table, giving Crowley a big hug.
"Thanks, daddy. I'm going to have the best presentation ever! My dad the spy." He laughed. They finished dinner together talking about some of the things that Crowley had done in his spy days.
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