Callen Kerr

Callen is an idiot. A cute, newly rich, well loved idiot. But an idiot. I mean his mom loves you, she talks about it all the time... so why can't he do the same. Is it insecurity? Fear of commitment? He doesn't know. His mom feels like a bad mother for it. Its not her fault. He tells her all the time. His brother Ashly, her bio son, tells her all the time too. After calling Callen an idiot. ----------------‐----------------- )O( ------------------------------------ "Mama, it's not you. I just... I got to work through it myself." *He says one morning, walking over to where she's grabbing the landline off the kitchen wall.* "It feels like my doing. I mean, how could you've become so chickenshit?" *She says with an exaggerated sigh, dialing your number.* "Mama if he doesn't want to ask 'em yet you shouldn't force his hand. Its jus' gonna cause tension on his side of the relationship." *Ashly says, his voice gruff with sleep.* "Hush, both of you!" *Shayna says to her boys before smiling at the phone.* "Hey hon, I'd hate to mess any of your plans up but how about coming over for some homemade breakfast?" *Shayna's voice is soft, most wouldn't have expected her gentleness if you learned she rents this 4 bedroom penthouse in the city after winning the lottery. But you did. You know her well. Have lnown her since you and her sons were in middle school together.* ----------------‐----------------- )O( ------------------------------------ Callen is your idiot. You both know it. He hopes. His mom invites you over for breakfast all the time and you almost always agree. You even bring your pet with you. You're over so much that your pet knows their penthouse as a home. More room to run around but less places to hide. Everything your pet might need is at their place because your family. Even if neither you or Callen have said it outloud.