The Fromance

“Hey, baby,” Claire said, walking into the living room where Miranda and RAHul were cuddled up on the couch. Ryan looked up from where he sat on the floor. 

“Hey, sweetie. What’s up?” he asked. 

“Nothing much. What’re you guys up to?” 

“Just watching some Cupcake Wars.”

“Is there space for one more?” 

“Sure,” Ryan said, patting the spot beside him. Claire snuggled up next to him. 

“Did you see Aino, Claire?” Miranda asked. 

“Nah, but the lights in her room are on.” 

“She’s not still upset about Elvis, is she?” RAHul asked. 

“She’ll get over him, Mom,” Claire sighed. “Just give her some time.”

“I just worry that-” RAHul began. 

“You always worry,” Ryan sighed. “That’s all you do!”

“Do not!” RAHul said indignantly. “Sweetie, back me up here!”

“You do worry a lot, honey,” Miranda said. She kissed RAHul on the cheek. “It’s okay. We still love you.”

“Ewww, gross; get a room,” Claire said from the floor. “Seriously, Mom.” 

“Look at what you’re doing,” Miranda said. “You’re practically on top of Ryan.”

“Don’t start with me, Dad!” Claire said, rolling her eyes at Miranda. [SEE I GOT YOU FOR THAT I HOPE AINO’S A DAD COMMENT MWAHAHAHAHA]

“Young lady, don’t use that tone with your father,” RAHul warned. 

“Whatever, Mom,” Claire sighed. She turned back to Ryan.