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That would destroy their family.
It would rip it apart.
Well, shit.
Of course, she couldn’t just bring it up. Ethan didn’t like it when his private moments were turned public by asking questions, even if it was her asking them.
They’d have to wait to see how this played out.
Oh, boy.
Out of the frying pan, and into a boiling pot of water instead. This trip back here was a royal pain in her ass.
For.
Sure.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
In The Kitchen
Same Time
Because Wyler had been to the angry-Ethan rodeo more times than not in his life, he needed to get him to calm down first.
Then, talk to him.
The burden of this was on him, since he was the one who created this in his son all of those years ago. While they’d buried the hatchet, it was Wyler’s job to soothe that pain whenever it returned.
As his father.
Maybe he was a shit one then, but he wasn’t going to let that continue into what was left of his life. He wanted his last memories for Ethan to be a better father in his life.
As his son sat there, silently, Wyler got to work.
Picking up his bowl, he filled it with some more stew, and placed it down in front of him.
Ethan was looking a little thin, and Wyler knew it was likely from what had happened inPhiladelphia. When Callen was stressed, he ate. When Ethan was stressed, he didn’t. If he thought making the man some cookies would work, he’d be baking damn cookies at this time of the night.
Seeing that he had bags under his eyes, Wyler knew that he’d picked the absolute worst time to bail on his kids again.
His eldest was barely holding it together as he kept taking hit after hit.
Oh, he might pretend that he had it under control, but he knew when the man was faltering.
Yes, Wyler knew the truth. Ethan carried his pain deep in his chest—so deep, it festered.
Being a father had to come first, even if his son was angry with him.
“How did Caryn do?” he asked, handing him some homemade bread to go with the second bowl of stew.
Ethan continued to eat, only because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what his father was thinking, or planning to discuss with him.
As his son, Ethan had said all that he cared to on the situation with TJ, and Wyler’s stunt.
“It tastes like granddad made it,” Ethan admitted. “It’s almost exact, so you can tell her she did good. It’s delicious,” he added.
That was diplomatic Ethan showing up to the party.
