It was a nice notion to think Dillion was just busy, but Zach had enough sense to have picked up on the signs long ago. Dillion wasn’t busy, the kid spent most of his time in the rec room playing the old arcade games – last time Zach checked it wasn’t life or death if he stepped away from one of those things. So no, he wasn’t busy, at least not in Zach’s opinion. “He’s not busy, not unless you consider playing arcade games all day as ‘busy,” he wasn’t trying to rain on Charlie’s parade, but he was a realist. “But he’ll be a Christmas, even if Mads and I have to hogtie him and drag his ass there.”
Zach had seen war first hand, dealt with situations that would make most people breakdown or freak out. Yet somehow it was facing a tiny two year old that made him the most uneasy out of all those situations. He didn’t understand kids, had no idea how to talk to them and interacting with them was a struggle as well. “It looks like you hit up a toy store and took their entire inventory,” he pointed out with a laugh, “So yeah, I think you went a little overboard, but I’ve heard that’s normal for new parents.”
“Are you two up for losing?” Zach asked with a smirk. He had always been a competitive pain in the ass, even when it came to just playing board games. Really though just playing a board game with his sisters would be a nice change in things; he couldn’t remember the last time they had played.
As the little boy ran towards him, Zach just kept telling himself that he had dealt with kids before. Granted that had always been in the form of medical attention, still, it could do this. Bending down to be at eye level with the little boy, he smiled as he asked. “Is that a train you have there?”