[ WP ] Two dads get into a dad-off .

Bryan decided he'd ask on Father's Day. He tromped through the woods, pulling a wagon with a squealing girl in it; Jeff trudged behind, wearing a three-sizes-too-small tutu with a toddler on his shoulders. `` Daddy! Let's camp here!'' Bryan grinned and picked his daughter up from the wagon, smirking at Jeff while expertly constructing a tent in ten minutes. Patiently, Jeff held his son's hand, planning his strategy, rolling out the sleeping pads and arranging the My Little Pony pillow just so. His son could barely walk, so it came to Bryan's spunky little 7 year old to choose if Jeff made the cut as best dad. It'd be rough going against the girl's own father, but this was not a contest he had any intention of losing. It was their first camping trip together, and he knew Bryan was in over his head - they both knew it. He'd even worn a tutu for this. 
 
 There was only the weekend and no time to lose; they set about impressing each other and the kids. Bryan took his axe and built a roaring campfire; Jeff came out of the tent with handmade ice cream cone chocolate s'mores. Bryan told a scary story over a flashlight; Jeff held the kids in his arms as they cried in fright, not flinching a bit when the girl used his shirt as a snot rag. Bryan found edible berries; Jeff treated the poison oak the kids got picking them. Saturday evening, Jeff asked Bryan if he could have a walk with his daughter through the woods, just the two of them, so would Bryan watch Jeff's son? Well, no way to say no to that. He watched his daughter grab Jeff's hand, skipping happily beside the tall, lanky man. 
 
 A few hours later, Bryan heard a yip, looking up to see his daughter leading a puppy to their tent with scraps of meat. A puppy! Jesus. Where the hell did Jeff get a puppy? His daughter had always wanted one, but she did n't understand that animals were n't free. Bryan had to give it to the man - he knew how to win over a kid. Bryan started grilling lunch's grinders as Jeff's eyes twinkled. His daughter loved grinders, but she was too busy fluffing the dog's fur to even notice. That fucking puppy was adorable. As it seemed more and more likely his daughter was thinking Jeff was a great dad, Bryan tried to build up the courage to even ask. 
 
 Sunday night, it was time for the decision. Throwing the last bundle of clothes into the back of the truck, Bryan had a gleam of anxious sweat. He crouched down, taking his daughter's hands in his own. `` So what do you think, honey - want to have two Daddys?'' and he pulled out a ring. 
 
 
 *edit, just so you know, a grinder is a sandwich. Like a sub or a hoagie. *
