Tattoo: Knife in Heart on chest, over his broken heart
Hot-headed: Jesse scolded Ace for pulling a prank.
Jesse woke up to the sun shining through his window. Man, he was glad he had the day off. There were a million things he wanted to do – but most of all, he wanted to hang out with Ace!
“Dad! What are you doing here?” Ace yelled out as he ran towards his dad.
Jesse lifted Ace up in his arms and ruffled his hair. “I came by to see if you wanted to head over to the Summer Festival. Should be fun!”
“AWESOME, Dad! Will you throw the ball with me? I brought it in my back pack!”
Jesse grinned down. “You bet. Whatever you want. The afternoon is yours!”
“WOO HOO!” Ace cheered as he ran towards the park.
Jesse watched as Ace bounced around the festival. First he wanted to get his face painted, then he wanted to toss the boss for a few minutes. Next up, he ran after a little blonde girl on the playground.
Jesse smiled as he watched his kid run wild.. Man, he would sleep well tonight!
“Ace,” Jesse called, “Say goodbye to your friend. Let's head over and grab some food and then head home.”
“Awesome!” Ace said.
“Yeah kid, pretty awesome!” Jesse said as he leaned down for a hug.
By the time they got home, it was well after 11 pm and Jesse knew that Ace was tired. He kissed him goodnight and then headed to wash off the face paint that Ace had talked him into getting. Bleh – hearts!
Just as Jesse turned on the water, the handle spun off and water started shooting out of the sink. “What the hell?” Jesse shouted as the handle dropped from his hand. Frantically, he dropped down and grabbed the handle and managed to screw it back on.
But he was dripping wet.
He stomped into the bedroom. “ACE!” he yelled sternly as he approached the bed.
Ace squeezed his eyes shut tight and pretended to sleep.
“I know you're awake!” Jesse said, nudging the lump under the blanket.
Ace slowly opened his eyes and got up from bed, looking incredibly guilty. “What is it, Dad?” he asked miserably.
“Did you mess with the sink?” Jesse demanded.
“Well...” Ace hedged. “I was booby trapping it in case pirates came to..”
“That's enough, Ace!" Jesse yelled. "You know damn well there aren't any pirates! I can't believe you did that!”
Ace nodded with a sad face. “I'm sorry, Dad,” he said, gazing down at his feet. Jesse felt like he'd just kicked a puppy.
...For all of 5 seconds, because then Ace grinned up at him impishly asked, “But that was a good one, right, Dad? That was pretty awesome, right?”
Jesse found himself chuckling. “Yeah, kid, you got me good, Ace. Back in bed." Jesse said. "And quit setting booby traps!"
“Ok, Night, Dad!” Ace said as he jumped back under the covers with a grin on his face.