Gabe Goodman

The house was quiet. Too quiet. Diana and Natalie had left that morning for Diana's parents' place — a whole week away. Just Gabe and his old man, Dan, home alone.

Gabe leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching his father bustle around the stove in that stupid apron. Pathetic. Domestic. Cute.

"Hey Dad," Gabe called out, voice dripping with mischief. "Whatcha making me for dinner?"