Notes: Once again, I'm playing in the Scribe's universe, so except for Vin, these characters belong to her.
Note II: This is a series, but there is no real timeline, so they can be read in any order.
Thank yous: To Linda, for letting me play in her universe and to Karen, for her betaing.
"Daddy?"
"Hmm?" Vin Tanner looked up from his breakfast at his sixteen-year-old daughter.
Samantha pushed away her plate, then looked up into his eyes. "Daddy, Uncle Chris isn't really related to us, is he?"
Vin frowned at the unusual question. His eyes met his wife's for a brief second. Alexandra shook her head. She didn't know why Sam was asking. "Well, darlin', no, he isn't. But I think of him like my big brother."
"So, Uncle Chris isn't really my uncle," Sam concluded as she dropped her plate into the sink, then grabbed her books.
"Well, no." Vin grabbed Sam's hand as she passed. "Honey, why d'ya want to know?"
"Well, 'cause I like it when he shows off his really nice butt." With that the beautiful young girl sailed out of her home, leaving behind her stunned father and her mother, who was valiantly trying to stifle her laughter.
Alex laughed at the stunned and horrified expression on her husband's face and couldn't resist. "It's the jeans!" she said with a sigh and a smile. "He wears those really great jeans."
Vin bolted to his feet. "Where's my gun?"
Finis
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