Ambush

June 2010

I opened the door to find my children smiling at me, both of them sporting an expression that I sold them out immediately. The same one they inherited from me. Something was brewing in their too eager brains, and I was supposed to leave in fifteen minutes to get to the airport.

“Hello, children, what brings you about ?”

“Can’t we visit our old pappa ?”, Lily asked innocently.

I nearly smirked, but refused to show them I had spotted their game. Both my youngest and Nils rushed inside, settling at the bar table. I closed the door, putting my hands in my pockets.

“Sure. On a Friday afternoon, without any warning, eh ?”

“Well, why not ? Would you prefer tomorrow morning, at first light ?”

If that wasn’t sneaky fishing… I had to give them that, those kids had brains.

“Only if you bring cinnamon rolls”, I grinned.

“Nah, you’ll get fat”.

I scoffed, sending a stern look to my daughter.

“As if.”

“So, what about coffee, pappa ?”, Nils asked.