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Nate yawned and stretched. He was sore and tired but that was to be expected since Dessie had dragged him over to her parents house the night before to ‘train’ but felt more to him like he was just a punching bag. He knew that's not what it was intended but it didn’t stop the feeling of sucking at it. Now he really understood why Dessie was able to knock a jock on his a** when he messed with her. She had been doing this for years. She knew what she was doing. He was still just learning. That's what he had to keep in mind. He was still learning. He needed to learn how to fight in order to protect himself and his family.

Speaking of his family he knew that Dessie was sleeping in, and once she got up he suspected that she would go back to working out, and Sarah was currently being entertained by her cousins. The infant was well cared for in this house, as was Dessie. He really was the odd one out.

The young man strolled into the kitchen while doing an overhead shoulder stretch, feeling the muscles stretching as he yawned once again. As he blinked away the sleep from his eyes he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, “Bloody hell,” he muttered as he suddenly dropped his arms and faced the person that he had apparently walked in on munching on their own breakfast. “Oh um, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to interrupt-” he had to pause as he yawned again, this time covering his mouth out of politeness.

A dark brow rose at the ‘brit’ comment but he kept his thoughts to himself, after all Nate was the one who stumbled in and interrupted the fellow’s breakfast. What food there was. Instead he just nodded and introduced himself, “Yes, if she will have me that is.” It was still a bit of a work in progress as far as he was concerned but he was fairly certain that they would get there eventually. “Nate. Nathaniel Whitfield. And you are,” He had to pause there as he racked his brain. He had been introduced to multiple people and told about quite a few others so placing a name to the face was taking a moment. “Ian? Correct?” He honestly wasn’t sure but it was one of the few names without a face that he really recalled that also came with the information of being a resident in the house. More like a mini mansion truthfully. He might have suspected the financial situation when they were in college but Dessie seemed so damn down to earth. It wasn’t until he followed her to the states that being presented with it was a bit of a shock. She really didn’t need him.

He still wasn’t going to give up.

With that in mind he made his way over towards the fridge to see what he could fix for his own breakfast. Orange juice and some eggs were what he turned up with. “Would you like some sunny side up eggs?” He needed to find the pans and all the things he needed but at least he had the start of a decent way to break his fast. That and maybe a way to ingratiate himself to another member of the family, after all it never hurt to have more friends who could help him win Dessie over.

Nate just chuckled and added, “Don’t I know it. Still, though.” He was still not living with her, not in any official relationship with her, and ultimately he wanted to marry her but she was still rather pissed with him. It wasn’t his fault but that didn’t seem to matter all that much. His mother had quite a lot to answer too. “Yes, my family has had a few of those a time or two as well. Family is family regardless of blood relation.” Granted his great uncle Jim was only around for a few months before he got arrested again, not that Nate was going to tell Ian that.

“Certainly, any allergies I should keep in mind?” He asked even as he rustled up some herbs, spices, and general cookware. He had spotted some cheese in the fridge as well but decided that egg whites and american cheese was best as a combo chosen by said eater, he personally was going to pass on it himself. Especially since his own eggs were now going to have two extra yolks in it, waste not want not and all that. The young man quickly cracked and separated the eggs. He added salt to both, as well as some herbs, moreso in his mix then Ian’s, and only in his did he add some of the mixed spices he spotted. Rapid whisking brought quite the froth to the egg white mixture, he didn’t even lose a lot of the volume when he transferred it to a lightly oiled pan on the burner.

Keeping an eye on the mass, gently starting to form the mass of scrambled eggs, Nate chose his words rather carefully as there was no point in antagonizing his perspective in-law. “The country has its problems but what country doesn’t.” The amount of guns was still a head scratcher for him but then again considering some of the things they had to deal with Nate could almost understand. “As for the house, it is quite an eye opener. Much larger than I expected.” Much, much larger. It was rather intimidating especially considering his current income, one that was struggling to pay his own meager apartment and bills let alone being of any real assistance to Sarah and Dessie. “Overall there were things I would prefer to change,” Like the reason he needed to learn to fight now, “But since Dessie and Sarah are here I don’t need anything else.” His girls, his world, his very heart. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them.

A few deft moves had the mass of soft and fluffy scrambled egg whites plated and passed to Ian while his own mixture was added to the pan to begin their own process of becoming a yummy breakfast.”

“‘If ifs and ands were pots and pans’ as my granny once said.” Nate just shrugged and plated up his own breakfast, adding a glass of OJ to go with it. “Things might be easier if said heads were extracted from said asses but sadly it's all about power and image. Not much we can do about it.” Although maybe there is… now, he mentally mused as he took a bite of his own egg mix. If he understood what Dessie explained to him about this whole nonsense conspiracy theorists are actually kind of right. The world is being run by Lizardmen, only they weren't lizards nor were they aliens, not really. They were a cabal of paramilitary personnel with weapons, powers, and monsters at their beck and call. They controlled the world with a secret yet iron fist, everywhere but here in this batty town. And according to Dessie he was now part of the ‘resistance’... like he was in some kind of movie or the like. It was ridiculous! Straight up bizarre! He was no hero. He was no fighter.

He had no choice. Not if Dessie went out to fight. Nate would do everything in his power to protect her, and their daughter, even if it meant learning how to do so. With that mental verdict he chowed down, humming as he noted that he added a bit too much ginger to his mix. Nothing that was excessively overpowering but enough that he would need to tone it down the next time he used it in eggs. “Being a burden is definitely something I’m still working on but I’m still glad that Dessie has you all to fall back on.” He just wasn’t making nearly enough to support his little family, he just needed to work harder. At everything.

Nate just shrugged and continued to eat, as much as Ian had a point about Dessie it didn’t lessen his own feelings of inadequacy. He grew up with the thought that he needed to take care of his family. He had to provide for them, protect them, and be the ‘man of the house’ but right then he was doing none of those. Dessie was more ‘the man’ then he was especially now but he was working on it. He might not be the best, nor would it happen over night, but he would get there one day. He would be the one that she could lean on. The shoulder she could cry on. Eventually.

“Pot, kettle,” he indicated them both with his forkful of eggs before eating it. This was his reply to Ian’s comment about being a burden. Once he swallowed and took a swig of juice he followed up with a, “The Jacobs in general don’t strike me as overly tactful. If they wanted you gone they would have said so…. Likely more polite than anything Dessie would say but the statement still stands.” Besides he remembered the description Dessie gave of him when counting everyone in her family, ‘kind of like a brother’. Pretty sure that made him family, even if he didn’t really think so.

A few more bites had him finishing his food, quickly followed by the juice. Breakfast was a respite but he also knew now that he really needed to learn how to fight, more than just bar brawling at least. So he should at least try to get some exercise in before he was reminded to do so. With a sigh he got up and dealt with his dishes, both the ones he ate off of and the ones he cooked with, before turning back to Ian. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time. It was nice to finally meet you. I should go check on Sarah before getting a workout in so if you will excuse me.” He gave his farewells before heading out of the kitchen, only pausing once to add, “Until next time Ian,” and leaving the space altogether. Absently wondering if Dessie was awake yet Nate made his way towards his daughter while thinking about the blonde that was hopefully still asleep.