"Huh!" Herrick looked down at him then grabbed an arm, a leg, whatever he could, and pushed him into the tub. Well, he carried him really, following him into the water with his jeans on to make sure Dillon was properly man handled and dunked. "Make fun of me, huh? As if there's any point to taking a bath if there isn't going to be bubbles in it!"
He stood over his wife, the young man between his feet as he pushed his pants off and towards the nearly too hot water. Hot water was as necessary as the bubbles were.