Picking Favorites
To say that Asher was spoiled would be a mild understatement. And not just spoiled with gifts or things like that. For the first year and a half of his life, his tiny feet never touched the ground. Between his dads as well as his very large family, he was carried on someone’s hip or pushed in the stroller.
Even as he got older and bigger, Asher was still carried but just in a different way. He had moved on to his new favorite mode of transportation: Piggyback Rides. Everyone had given him at least one ride whether it just be from the locker room to the bench or all the way throughout the park.
Asher had his favorites, mostly between Kuny, Sirius, and of course Leo. As a child brought up around hockey players, he has absolutely no filter and will rank his least to most favorite piggyback rides. They tended to not ask due to the fact nobody wanted to get their feelings hurt by an almost three year old. When asked specifically who his favorite was, his automatic response was of course Leo. Which brought them to today’s conversation at Sid’s.
“But I’m your literal dad. You are my child, I’m s’posed to be your favorite, mon chou.” Sirius said, and he definitely said it, he did not whine, thank you very much, Remus!
Asher giggled from his spot at the table, right in between Leo and Kuny, “Nope. My Le is the best, he’s tall and he like.. jumps, y’know? But you can be second, Daddy.” He insisted, grabbing another chicken tender off his plate. Sirius had made the mistake of asking who his favorite person to get a piggyback ride from was, thinking it would be him. He was incorrect.
Sirius leaned into his hands with a groan, “But we’re the same height! Like the exact same height.” He whined, leaning into Remus, who was laughing, the traitor. “I’m glad you find this so funny, Loops. You’re not even in the top three!”
“If it’s any consolation, babe, you’re my favorite to get piggyback rides from,” Remus said, pressing a kiss to his fiance’s cheek.
Though Sirius was still pouting, a light blush covered his cheeks, “Damn right I am..”
“Is that an innuendo? I feel like it’s an innuendo..” Finn said from his spot on Leo’s other side, only to get elbowed in the ribs by said man. “What?! Cap said it first! Why do I get elbowed?”
Remus threw a napkin at him from across the table, “No it was not an innuendo, you little shit. There are children at the table!” Ever the height of maturity, Finn stuck his tongue out at him as he dodged the flying napkin.
“I feel like I’m out to dinner with children instead of a hockey team, non? How come the two year old is the only one eating his dinner nicely?” Dumo teased from his spot at the head of the table, enjoying his own slice of pizza.
Echoes of “Sorry, Dumo” came from all across the table, all of the boys going back to their pizza. The table was quiet for a minute or two before the smallest member broke the silence.
“Daddy, actually you gotta be third. ‘Cause Kuny is second..” Asher said mischievously, looking up at his dad as he happily ate his chicken tenders.
And of course all hell broke loose.
Dumo let out a sigh. They could never just have a normal team dinner.