Okay here's the latest. Inspired by the Super Bowl this upcoming Sunday. Thanks muchly lipamo, zarqa and Bookworm for the reviewage/encouragement! Much appreciated. :)

"Don't invite him, Maggie! I can't see him again, he's not-no! God, the only family I want there we buried two months ago!"

Hearing the phone being thrown Brody stood, brought Frannie into the kitchen.

Seeing Carrie sink to the floor, put her head in her hands he moved to sit in front of her, stroked her hair.

"Hey! Talk to me, love. What's-"

"Maggie's inviting Tim on Sunday."

"To the Super Bowl party? What's she-"

"She says he's family. Should feel welcome."

"Well you're fucking family too!"

Met with a look Brody sighed, handed her Frannie before reaching for his wallet.

"You know this whole swear jar thing..."

"I don't want Frannie's first word being a four letter one!"

"You're one to talk!"

Taking the dollar from him Carrie put it in the jar on the countertop.

"You know my dad would probably owe fifty by now," she sniffed. "Super Bowl Sunday was practically a holiday for him."

"He threw a good party?"

"Cops shut him down twice."

Blinking back tears she kissed Frannie's soft red hair. "I miss him so much."

"I know," Brody said, rubbing her shoulder as she curled up on his.

"I can't handle a random half brother being there the first year he's not! It's wrong."

"So we won't go," he shrugged, making a face at Frannie that got her giggling.

"What?"

"We'll stay here Sunday. Frannie and I can watch the game anyplace."

"And you'd be alright with that? I know you were looking forward to going."

"I was looking forward to Frannie seeing her cousins and having a beer with you. But the girls can come over a different day and we can have a six pack here. I don't want you feeling uncomfortable or upset."

"Okay, good. I'm glad you're alright with things."

"I'll really be alright though if this..."

Reaching onto the counter he smirked, put the jar in the cupboard. "Stays in here. At least through the weekend."

"Brody!"

"C'mon Carrie. Your dads favorite day with no swearing allowed?"

When Frannie whimpered, gave her hair a sharp tug, taking it as a sign Carrie smiled, held her closer.

"Yeah, guess that seems pretty wrong too."